The Perverter: Target #4 Spectre Girl 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, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, 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: There has been some problem with formatting in some of my recent stories (weird characters). This seems to be caused by using smart quotes in Microsoft Word. I am hoping to have solved the problem with this chapter and I am going to submit corrected versions of earlier chapters. Sorry about that folks.] * * * "I am so fucking bored" Paula Peterson looked up from her phone where she was playing ‘Attack of the Sex Crazed Zombies' and glanced at her friend Holly Roosevelt. "We've only been here ten minutes. Once Ronnie gets here, I will tell you about the idea I had to give us some entertainment." Paula frowned slightly as she realized that she couldn't remember if the idea had been hers or not. She and Wendy had been talking and the idea had somehow emerged. Maybe it had been a joint idea, but Wendy didn't seem to have objected to her claiming ownership of the idea. The Wendy in question was Wendy Darlington and this luxury penthouse belonged to her, or at least to her parents who were away getting some sun on the Riviera which gave the four friends the place to themselves. "If you are that bored Holly, I can think of ways to pass the time," purred Wendy as she reached out from her seat beside the red haired Holly and cupped one of her boobs through her shirt. "You are a fucking, horny perv, Wendy," said Holly, but she didn't try to shift the hand or move away s the girl with the strangely glittery hair began to squeeze and stroke her breast. Paula watched for a few seconds, feeling her pussy begin to tingle and then looked back at her phone. "Fuck!" she exclaimed when she saw that the momentary distraction had cost her in the game. That bitch, whoever she was, called FG18 had snuck up on her and pushed her into a zombie pack. Now, her on screen avatar was being gang raped by the zombies which meant it would be hours before her character could do anything except stumble around the screen and drool mindlessly. It was probably fortunate for Paula's latest phone that the doorbell rang at this point, or it would likely have been shattered into pieces by being thrown against a wall. Paula considered doing that anyway as the thing was a month old and there was that cool looking copper coloured one she wanted to try. Her mom would probably give her a lecture and then buy her the new phone anyway since she didn't want her precious to get emotionally scarred. The doorbell rang again and Wendy finally broke off the kiss she and Holly had been sharing, remove her hands from under Holly's shirt and got to her feet. "I'll get it." "Damn right," called Paula. "This is your place Afterall." Wendy stuck her tongue out at the white haired girl and swung the door open. "It's about fucking time," said the green haired girl who entered carrying a large paper bag from which the smell of takeout food came. "What did you get us Ronnie?" called Holly from the sofa. "Popeye chicken sandwiches and fries," replied Veronica Edgewater, more commonly known as Ronnie by her friends. "I had to wait in line with the commoners forever and I am not doing that again. Next time, you can get the fucking food." "Hey, you didn't get any drinks," complained Holly as Ronnie put the bag on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Yeah, like I was going to have them spill all over the leather seats of my Mercedes," snorted Ronnie as she began to pull the sandwiches and fries out of the bag and hand them out. "No worries," soothed Wendy. "The folks are away, but the fridge is stocked with beer," and she disappeared down a hallway, only to return a few seconds later with four beers. "So, did I miss anything?" asked Ronnie after taking a bite of her sandwich and a swig of her beer. "Holly and Wendy were starting to make out," said Paula around a mouthful of sandwich. "I was waiting for you to arrive before telling you about my idea." "Then tell us already," replied Ronnie , "because I am so fucking bored!!" "We are all bored Ronnie," replied Paula, not trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "Our parents have been keeping a tight rein on all of us since that little misunderstanding with that bitch of a private detective." [Author's Note: Paula, Holly, Wendy and Veronica / Ronnie are all Type III Aphrodites with meta human powers. They formed a group called the Sorority which captured and tried to kill Nancy in an effort to prove themselves. See Delta City PI #16 and 17 for more details.] Holly made a face. "You don't have to remind me. I can barely go to the bathroom since then without my folks freaking out about where I am and what I am doing. I'm surprised old Edgar and his latest slut left Wendy home alone." Wendy rolled her eyes. "It wasn't easy, trust me. I had to play the cripple card and pretend I wasn't over the trauma yet. I did spend six months in the hospital while you three were out having fun." "Not a whole lot of giggles," protested Ronnie. "I spent a lot of that time in therapy recovering from PTSD when that bitch trapped me in my gaseous state in that container for a day. I still get shivers just going into a small room. "Well you didn't get your body smashed into pieces," snapped Wendy. "All I could do was lie there in my diamond shape until the pieces melded together again before I could turn back into my human shape. I spent day after day just lying there listening to the fucking hospital intercom. If I ever find out who Dr. Blue is, I am going to put my fist through his brain." "Whatever," replied Ronnie dismissively and turned back to Paula who was their nominal leader. "So, tell us about this great idea of yours." "We were way too public when we tackled that big boobed whore," began Paula. It has been almost a year now and we are older and more experienced. The real power in this city and everywhere is done more secretly and behind the scenes. Every day in the papers, you read about idiots like Dragon Queen, the Bilbo Brothers and others of their ilk who have some fun with one of the heroines and then get whacked and sent off to jail. That is just stupid. We need to build a behind the scenes power base that pulls the strings of all the normal puppets in the city." "That doesn't sound like as much fun as putting my fist through someone's body," said Wendy who emphasized the point by turning her right hand into diamond form. "Oh, you might get to do that still now and then to show people we mean business," replied Paula with an evil smile. "You are talking about us becoming something like the Illuminati of Delta City?" asked Ronnie thoughtfully. "Yeah, but with a bit of a difference," replied Paula. "We all know through our folks that there are secret groups plotting and scheming for power in Delta City and across the whole fucking world. The thing is they are pretty much all male clubs. Our society will be women, only the best and the most beautiful like us." "I like it," said Holly after a few moments consideration. "What do we call ourselves?" "I was thinking of something like the Sisterhood of Supremacy," said Paula. "SOS eh?" mused Ronnie. "Not bad and it is good enough for now. We might think of something better later." "We four will be the core or the secret council," went on Paula, "but we are going to have to initiate other members to spread our power and influence throughout the city. We want to have our people in all the important places." "Do you have any specific candidates in mind yet?" asked Holly. Paula glanced at Wendy. "Wendy suggested Summer Morgan. Her mom is one of the richest people in the city and controls the Delta City Times. We want to have the media on our side so we can shape public opinion." "Summer is only 18," pointed out Ronnie. "It will be a while before she has any kind of power and besides she thinks she is better than everyone else." Paula shrugged. We are playing more of a long game and accidents do happen," she said as she looked at Wendy. "Sometimes bodies get holes punched in them and if that happened to old Axanna, summer would be the one who inherited." "Are you sure Summer will go along with us?" asked Ronnie. Paula shrugged again. "We can sound her out and there are always ways to convince people to go along with us. I have also calculated there is a 73% chance that Summer is one of the Aphrodite heroines from analyzing video imagery and other sources." "Then isn't she the last person we want?" asked a puzzled Holly. "Those heroines are all so holier than thou types." "Normals are no use to us except as expendable pawns," replied Paula. "I figure we can turn some of those heroines to our side. We need to point out to them that the city is hardly grateful for what they do. How many times have the bitches gotten raped and their reputations dragged through the mud by an ungrateful public? No, with some persuasion, I think we can bring at least some of the younger heroines onside with our objectives and if we can't then there is always the hole punched through their bodies approach." "Works for me," said Ronnie. "Which heroine do you think Summer is?" "Well she sure as fuck isn't Got Chic," snickered Paula. "I am betting she is Flag Girl." "With the parents out of town, we can invite her over for a little chat and initiation," suggested Wendy and the other three nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow night then, I will give her a call to set it up. That still gives us the rest of tonight to find something to do." Wendy turned to Holly and pushed the red haired girl onto her back on the sofa and crawled on top of her, their breasts rubbing together as their lips met for a long kiss. Paula looked at Ronnie who just shrugged, stood up and dropped her dress to the floor and displaying a definite lack of anything under it. "I want to fuck you doggy style," grinned Paula as she positioned Ronnie on her hands and knees on the rug and quickly stripped off her own clothes. It took only a moment's concentration for her to form a "cock" out of a force field thanks to her power and then she teasingly ran it over the green haired girl's dripping slit. "Beg for it," she suggested. Her large, full breasts dangling down in two perfect globes, Ronnie looked back over her shoulder at her friend. "Fuck me Paula," she begged. "I want to feel that huge cock of yours all the way inside me." Paula only hesitated long enough to glance over at the sofa where Holly and Wendy had managed to strip off their clothes and reassemble into a 69 position where they were happily munching on each other's twat. Grinning, Paula turned back to Ronnie and slammed her cock home with enough force to produce a squeal from her friend. * * * Hours later when the other three had gone home, a naked Wendy Darlington stretched and survey the mess they had made in the living room. Well, the maid would be around in the morning to clean up and Consuelo was quite pretty and should make for a suitable desert. Wendy's form then shimmered and a moment later a dark haired man stood there in her place. Prax smiled as he headed for Wendy's bedroom. He hoped the girl was having a good time with her parents on their vacation. He certainly knew he was having fun with her friends and they were so easy to manipulate. He was really looking forward to enjoying Summer Morgan / Spectre Girl the next night. He always got the greatest thrill from perverting the pure and innocent which was certainly not how he would describe Paula and her friends. * * * Night Raven, in her Lydia Borden identity, was glad she had the forethought to tell Brenda that she would pick her up for their visit to Sanctuary and also glad she had gone early. Brenda did have enough sense not to drive the Ms. Americana mobile when dressed as Brenda wade, but showing up in her Porsche would hardly have been much better. It wasn't that Brenda was stupid even, just that she was so used to wealth that it just never occurred to her that everyone didn't drive expensive, flashy cars. The same lack of awareness had extended to Brenda's clothes and Lydia had nixed the thousand dollar pair of jeans and equally expensive runners that Brenda had intended to wear to dress down. "Here, try these on," said Night Raven as she pulled an old pair of jeans out of the very back of one of Brenda's walk-in closets. There was a grass stain on one knee and the cuffs had a few loose threads. Brenda took the offered garment and blinked at it. "Oh, I think I wore these when I visited the opening of the Brenda Wade Community Garden a few years ago. I remember helping to plant a row of corn." "I don't remember seeing a Brenda Wade Community Garden in Delta City," said Night Raven as she frowned. "I thought I knew every street and business in Delta City." "Hmm, I don't remember what happened to it," said Brenda as she slid off the expensive jeans to display the tiniest black, silk thong. Lydia had to quickly look away before her damn Aphrodite jean could get her too turned onto think straight. "You paved it over and built the Brenda Wade Aerobics Center there three months later," said Flag Girl, though out of costume and thus just Lydia Willis. "It was too bad too, because that corn was coming along real nice when the bulldozers wiped it out. Don't you remember all the bad press you got over that?" "Oh right and that was after I gave all those people a free month membership in the new aerobics center to compensate them," said Brenda as she pulled up the old jeans and buttoned them closed. Night Raven glanced from Brenda to Flag Girl to make sure they weren't pulling her leg, but they seemed to be discussing something that had actually happened. Night Raven gave a mental sigh. It wasn't that unusual for two people to have the same first name, but she found herself having to think of Lydia Willis as Flag Girl and herself as Night Raven in order not to confuse herself when they were in the same room. She even briefly entertained the horrible thought that there had been some glitch in this so called reboot mechanism that had brought her back at some point, but mixed up the names and gave them two heroines with the same first name. "Ok, I'm ready to go," announced Brenda. Night Raven tore her thoughts away from their internal monologue, glanced at Brenda and sighed. She did a bit more searching in the closet and came out with a fairly simple cotton shirt and a pair of scruffy looking runners to replace the two thousand dollar silk blouse and the designer shoes. "Haven't you been to Sanctuary before to know how people dress there?" Night Raven asked with a little hint of exasperation creeping into her voice. "Um, no," said Brenda looking slightly embarrassed. "I go to all the board meetings and Heather Pope kept inviting me to come see it, but there was always something else that I had to do either as Brenda Wade or Ms. Americana." Night Raven didn't say anything, but just found herself watching intently as Brenda undid her blouse and removed it. The lacy little black bra didn't cover much of those famous melons that jiggled and swayed so enticingly. Night Raven blushed when she realized she was staring like some teen aged boy who just saw his first Playboy centerfold and then blushed even more when she glanced at Flag Girl and saw the sidekick smirking at her knowingly. "I've got an old denim jacket you can wear down in the car," said Night Raven when Brenda finally was ready to go with both of them now wearing their costumes under their civilian clothes. Her car was a beat-up little Toyota whose only real virtue was its good gas milage. "Have fun you two and don't do anything I wouldn't do with those mutoids," called Flag Girl as they hurried down the stairs to the mansion's front door. Night Raven and Brenda looked at each other for a second and both shrugged as if to say they weren't going to attempt a response to something that open ended considering some of the predicaments Flag Girl had landed herself in. * * * Summer Morgan was a lot happier to get a phone call from Wendy Darlington than she should have been. Wendy and her friends had been two years older than her in high school and so she hadn't had much to do with them then. They had the reputation of being the "mean girls", but Summer had wondered if that hadn't been driven mainly by jealousy as they were all very good looking and came from very rich families, rather like herself. Still, there had been something in the papers about the four girls going on a bit of a rampage which should have given Summer pause, but her mother had gone out patrolling without her which royally pissed Summer off. Axanna had decreed that until they knew more about this Prax, Summer and the less experienced heroines should stick to home. Of course, Amazing Babe and those other younger heroines had blown Green Spectre's message off, but as her daughter, Summer had been stuck obeying her directive. That was why when Wendy called and invited her over for the evening, Summer had jumped at the chance to go and quite failed to mention it to her mother. "This is a real cool place you have here," gushed Summer as she sat down and looked around the large living room. "It's my parent's, but it will have to do until I get a place of my own," replied Wendy as she handed Summer a beer. The blonde accepted the bottle and tried to make it look casual as she took a swig. Well, if her mother hadn't wanted her drinking beer, she should damn well have let her go patrolling shouldn't she, thought Summer. The longer she sat there though, the more Summer was starting to regret her impetuous decision to come. Initial conversation seemed innocuous enough as they discussed recent movies and tv shows they had watched, but the way the four looked at her, Summer began to feel like a mouse with four hungry cats watching her. Wendy and Paula had been sitting on either side of Summer on the large, leather sofa and sitting closer to her than they really had to. Looking down, Summer saw that sometime during their conversation, both girls had rested a hand on one of her legs and were now gently stroking her leg with their fingers. "I think you have been staying at home instead of living on campus or joining a sorority?" asked Paula as her hand slowly moved an inch or two up Summer's leg. "Er, yes," replied Summer. "Mom was kind of concerned about me joining a sorority. A lot of them have gotten a pretty wild reputation over the last few years." "Axanna is a bit of a stick in the mud," said Wendy as she also inched her hand upwards towards the hem of Summer's short skirt. "We were wondering if you would be interested in joining a new kind of sorority that we are forming." "Um, didn't you guys all get kicked out of school?" asked Summer blushing red. "I thought there was something in the paper about that." "Oh you know you can't believe everything you read in the newspaper," said Holly as she moved to stand behind Summer and leaned down so her breasts rested on Summer's neck. "Especially that rag your mother prints." "Oh do try and be fair Holly," said Ronnie from the chair she sat in facing Summer. "We did get suspended for a year. It was all just a big misunderstanding. It was all the fault of that big boobed private eye. Hell, she even was voted the second most immoral woman in Delta City after Dragon Queen. We just sort of got caught up in her mess and the Dean was going to kick us out until our lawyers had a long talk with him. We decided to take a year off school, so the university could call it a suspension and safe face." "Oh," was all Summer could think to say as she felt both Paula and Wendy's hands slip under the hem of her skirt and continue to creep upwards. "Um guys, I'm not sure I want to do what I think you want to do." "Just what do you think we want to do?" asked Paula. "I mean, we just wanted to invite you to join our new sorority. In fact, it isn't really a sorority at all. You have heard of the ‘old boys club', while this would be something like that, except membership would be restricted to only the smartest and best looking girls." As she finished the sentence, Paula leaned in and kissed Summer softly on the lips. "You want me to join?" squeaked Summer when Paula broke the kiss and the squeak was partly caused by her surprise and partly by Wendy's hand having reached far enough under her skirt to brush her fingers over Summer's panty covered pussy. "Don't be so surprised," said Holly. "You are certainly beautiful enough you know and one day you will be running the newspaper and be a person of influence in this city." As she talked, the red haired girl pressed her full round breasts more firmly into the back of Summer's neck and reaching down began to undo the buttons on Summer's blouse. Summer's head was swimming with the sensations coursing through her body as Paula slipped a hand inside her shirt and cupped one of her breasts, while Wendy's hand had now slipped into Summer's panties and was directly caressing her pussy. She didn't even notice that Ronnie had pulled out her phone and was recording the entire encounter. * * * "Good evening ladies." "Good evening Cyril," said Lydia / Night Raven, as now that she was away from Flag Girl, she felt free to think of herself as Lydia again without confusing herself. "This is Brenda, she is one of the ladies who signs your cheques." Cyril straightened up from his slouched position leaning against the bar and flashed a smile at Brenda. "Pleased to meet you Brenda and I am always open to a little sexual harassment from a boss as good looking as you. Just let me know if you have a fancy for some dark meat." Brenda started to bristle, but Lydia gripped her arm and began towing her towards an empty table. "He was just kidding Brenda, don't blow a gasket." When the two women were out of earshot, Cyril turned to look at Trudy behind the bar. "Hey Trudy, was I just kidding?" "Beats me boss," replied Trudy with a shrug that nearly dislodged a boob from her low cut top. After working for several years as a topless bartender in the defunct Pussycat Club, Trudy was still getting the hang of wearing clothes while tending bar even after more than a year. "I think I am losing my touch," muttered Cyril. "Time was I could either get a girl in bed in five minutes with that line or at least get my face slapped. Now, it feels like I am wearing a sign around my neck that says ‘Mostly Harmless'." "It's your suit boss," said Trudy. "When you wore that stereotype white pimp suit with the purple hat and all the bling, you looked dangerous and mysterious. Now with that black suit and navy blue tie, you look like a maitre d at some posh restaurant with a French name. Not that this place," she scanned the room, "looks all that posh you understand." "Life's not fair," grumbled Cyril. "I go respectable and I lose all my allure for the ladies." "Well if it makes you feel any better, I'll give you a pity fuck after we close," said Trudy. "I think I will take you up on your charity," replied Cyril with a grin and then turned back to the main door as it opened again. * * * Summer felt Wendy slip first one and then a second finger into her now dripping pussy and knew she was lost. She didn't care any more at the moment if these were the "mean girls" or just misunderstood, because her Aphrodite genes had woken up and demanded to be satisfied. Paula leaned forward as Holly finished undoing the buttons on Summer's shirt, unclipped her bra to let her breasts spill into view and the white haired girl's lips closed around one erect nipple. Summer moaned as she felt Paula's tongue on her breast and a light nip on her nipple. Turning her head, Summer found Holly half draped over the back of the sofa with her own boobs on full display and the blonde avidly began to suck and lick at the offered soft globes of tit flesh. "You go girls," encouraged Ronnie as she operated her phone's camera with one hand, while the other slipped into her jeans to caress her own soaked snatch. The foursome on the sofa continued as they were for several minutes before breaking off to remove more clothes and assemble in a new formation. Summer found herself laid flat on the sofa with Paula on top of her and kissing her deeply. The blonde teen was startled to feel something hard press against her pussy lips, but could see nothing when she glanced down. "A little secret of mine," Paula told her with a little laugh when she saw the confused look on Summer's face. "Don't worry, it won't hurt and in fact I am sure you will find it feels damn good." Summer nodded uncertainly and then a moment later, she felt her netherlips being spread and her pussy filled with something. She still couldn't see it, but Paula was right, it did feel damn good. "Let's see how good you are at licking pussy," suggested Holly as she climbed onto Summer's face and began to rub her soaked cunt over Summer's lips. The blonde only hesitated briefly. Almost all her lesbian experience had been of the forced sort when various villains had entertained themselves by watching her get it on with one of her fellow heroines or sometimes it had been with a female villain, so Summer didn't consider herself a lesbian. If she had been thinking clearly, Summer might have seen her current situation as being not altogether dissimilar to those experiences, but then her mind was currently a fog of lust. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over Holly's engorged pussy lips and tasted the sweet nectar flowing freely from the redhead then took another lick and another. * * * "What can I get for you two?" asked a soft, almost shy voice and Brenda looked around to see a brown haired girl standing beside the table where she and Night Raven were sitting. "Can I see your wine list please?" asked Brenda. Lydia rolled her eyes at this. "Hi Chloe, bring us two beers please." Catching the look on Brenda's face, Lydia relented just a little "Make it two craft beer that you think we would like." "You got it," replied Chloe with a shy smile and headed for Trudy at the bar. "Look around you Brenda," instructed Lydia. "This is not some fancy five star place. These are for the most part just plain working folk who come here to unwind in a place where they feel safe." "Safe from what?" asked Brenda as she slowly scanned the room. Lydia sighed. "You are on the fucking board Brenda, don't you pay any attention to what it is all about? I know you provide money to a lot of good causes, but do you ever actually visit them and learn what it is that they actually do and why?" Brenda looked a little embarrassed as colour rose in her cheeks, but there was a hint of anger in her voice when she spoke. "There are a lot of good causes and they all want my money. I do a lot of philanthropic work and that's on top of running Wade Enterprises and being Ms. Americana." "I suppose that is true," replied Lydia grudgingly, "but sometimes doing a lot of things simply means not doing any of them to the best of your ability." She saw Brenda start to bristle and held up a hand to forestall her. "Ok, that wasn't totally a fair shot, but at times your wealth blinds you to the reality of those below your lofty socioeconomic status. There are a lot of Type Zero Aphrodites in Delta City which means they get most of the looks package like big boobs, but little or no powers to protect themselves. They are preyed on even more so than non Aphrodite women because of their looks. Giving them a safe place is one of the main purposes of Sanctuary, but it isn't the only one. Cyril and some of the others have expanded the role of Sanctuary to include anyone who is being oppressed because of their colour, sexual orientation or whatever. That is what the board members for this place discuss and what you should have known." "Well, I have missed a few board meetings," admitted Brenda. "Sometimes there are conflicts with my obligations like last month when the fund raising committee for the Delta City Opera House was on the same night and I had to go to that." Chloe arrived with their beers at this point which was probably a good thing, thought Lydia, as it kept her from saying something sharp about misplaced priorities. Brenda continued to look around the large room, noting the dart board, shuffleboard table and a couple of large screen televisions mounted on the wall. "Did I authorize those?" she asked Lydia. "Probably," said Lydia and hurriedly tried to think of a way to change the topic. She was pretty sure that those items had been supplied by Kellog and that the mutoid had "liberated" them from a Wade Mart via the tunnels that ran everywhere under the city. "There's a dog under that table!" exclaimed Brenda as she provided her own topic change. Lydia peered at where Brenda was pointing. ‘Oh, that's just Fellah, he is Emily's dog," she said gesturing to the woman at the table who was knitting. "But, she's blind," said Brenda as her attention switched from the ugliest dog she had ever seen to the woman who was knitting. "She can't do that!" Lydia couldn't help herself this time and her eyes rolled nearly into the back of her skull. "You won't find a mistake in her knitting and its how she makes a living. Not every Aphrodite has super powers and wears a skimpy costume." At that moment, Lydia caught sight of a large blonde haired man and waved him over to their table. "Do you have a minute Steve?" she asked. "Sure," said Steve as he slid into the seat beside Lydia as she moved over to give him room. "There is a plugged toilet, but since it is in the Ladies, Carla gets to look after it." "I imagine the women don't like having a man in their bathroom," commented Brenda. Steve looked a little embarrassed. "Er, actually I had to almost fight my way out of the Ladies the last time I went in there to fix the hand dryer." Brenda looked confused, so Lydia leaned forward to enlighten her. "Just in case you didn't recognize Steve, his other identity is Captain Glory and he is an Adonis male." Lydia had to turn a laugh into a cough when she saw Brenda's eyes swivel down toward Steve's groin, only to be blocked by the table and produce a look of disappointment briefly on her face. For his part, Steve actually blushed and pretended to be very interested in staring at the contents of the beer mug he had been holding which would have been more convincing if it wasn't empty. "Have you seen Kellog yet tonight?" Lydia finally asked Steve to break the awkward silence. "Not yet," replied Steve shaking his head. "It is still early and Becky and her band aren't due to start playing for another hour. He never misses a show. Why do you want him? What has he stolen now?" Lydia saw Brenda about to follow-up on that last question and quickly cut in ahead of her. "We need to go down into the tunnels and need a guide." "Well, if you don't want to wait for him to show, his apartment is just a little ways to your left at the bottom of the ladder," said Steve. They all looked up then as Carla entered the main room and banged a fist on the wall to get everyone's attention. "Ok, people if anyone ever flushes something down a toilet in the Ladies room again that they shouldn't, their head and various body parts will quickly follow. It is only the three P's that get flushed, does everyone get that?" "Three P's?" asked Brenda quietly. "Pee, pooh and paper," replied Steve equally quietly before raising his voice to call out to Carla. "Do I dare ask what it was this time Carla?" "It was a frog," snarled Carla. "A fucking full grown frog. I have no idea why anyone would carry a frog around with them, let alone try and flush it down a toilet!" Abruptly the auburn haired woman turned around and marched back down the hall she had emerged from and the sounds of a mop and bucket could be faintly heard. "That was our Carla," hissed Brenda to Lydia as she cut her eyes sideways towards Steve. "Yep," replied Lydia calmly as she took a sip of her beer. "Steve and her have been working together as sort of partners for a while now, so you don't have to watch yourself around him." "Got to go ladies," said Steve standing up. "I'm on kitchen tonight." With a polite nod, the large man walked briskly away. * * * Summer herd a loud moan from Holly and then felt a flood of liquid splattering across her face and spilling into her mouth as the red haired girl came. Holly continued to rub her pussy all over Summer's gasping face while Paula continued to pound that invisible cock into the blonde's pussy. When Holly toppled off Summer's face, Paula quickly captured Summer's lips in a kiss, her tongue slurping up the juices that Holly had deposited. Staring into Paula's eyes, Summer saw an orgasm began to hit the white haired girl about the same time as her own body began that familiar shudder. They continued to kiss throughout their mutual climaxes and for several minutes afterward. When she had recovered enough to look around a little, Summer saw that Wendy had moved over to Ronnie and the pair were now lying in a similar position to her own and Paula's with Wendy on top. The sparkly haired girl was driving her hips back and forth and Summer decided her eyes were playing tricks on her as it sure looked like she had a massive cock buried in Ronnie's quivering body. Maybe, just a very realistic strap-on decided Summer even though she could see no signs of any straps and buckles. It was so realistic, that Summer could swear she saw Wendy blasting a load of cum into the other girl. Summer's attention was then diverted to down between her legs where Paula had removed her cock and moved her face to begin lapping at Summer's pussy. When they rearranged themselves again for the next go around, Summer found Wendy lying on top of her while the other three girls had arranged themselves into a circle, each girl having their face buried in the pussy of another while also being eaten out. "mmmm, you are such a sweet, delectable little thing, I can't wait to fuck you," said Wendy as she smiled down at Summer. Perhaps if her brain hadn't already become fogged with lust, Summer would have found this statement a little incongruous. She didn't, and she still didn't when she felt something hard poking into her thigh. She had just ben fucked by Paula's invisible cock her body informed her brain, so what's the big deal here? Of course, Paula's cock had felt hard and unnatural while the thing currently rubbing over her stomach felt very warm and natural, but Summer wasn't quite up to processing that at the moment. She didn't even react when Wendy drew back to position her cock for penetration and a man's body slammed down on top of her, driving his cock into her pussy. It just felt too good and after all, it was just her silly mind playing tricks on her. * * * At the bottom of the ladder leading down from the basement of Sanctuary, Brenda and Lydia slipped off their street clothes to display their costumes underneath. They turned left as Steve had directed them and they soon became aware of the sound of moaning which grew louder as they approached a door in the corridor. "Er, that doesn't sound like fighting or someone in pain to me," said Ms. Americana who had no problem recognizing the actual source of such noises from way too much personal experience. "Maybe we should come back later,?" "It's hard to say how long it will go on," whispered Night Raven. "You know how much stamina mutoids have." Ms. Americana nodded reluctantly and Night Raven raised her fist to knock on the door. "We will just knock politely and er give them time to get decent," she said, but the motion detector for the door slid the unlocked door back in front of their faces. Elsa heard the door whish open behind her as she continued to ride Kellog and his massive cock in a cowgirl position. "We'll be done in a couple of minutes Guardian," the blonde called out without looking around as she squeezed her pussy tighter around the cock inside her and continued to bounce up and down on it as she felt her orgasm building to the crescendo she desired. Ms. Americana and Night Raven stood there gaping as the blonde continued to ride the mutoid cock, too stunned to step back and let the door close. "Is that one of the holograms?" whispered Ms. Americana. "I don't think so," Night Raven whispered back, as she unconsciously put an arm around Ms. Americana's waist to pull her closer as she stared at the blonde's bouncing boobs and the sight of the enormous gray-green cock pounding up into her. "I'm just about ready to cum dear," called Kellog as he grabbed one of Elsa's dangling boobs in each of his massive hands and gave them a squeeze. "Hold on a little longer," gasped Elsa. "I want us to do it together again like last time." "That is so sick," whispered Ms. Americana. "That is so hot," whispered Night Raven back and when the brunette turned her baby blues to look at the younger heroine, Night Raven leaned in and kissed her. Ms. Americana started to pull back, but the sounds of the huge mutoid balls smacking into Elsa's ass and the squishing sound of a very wet pussy being fucked seemed hard wired into her Aphrodite brain and she started to return the kiss. It was only when the two heroines heard the loud screams of ecstasy reach a peak and start to die away that they realized the pair they had been watching had finished. "What can I do for you Guardian?" Elsa asked as she dismounted from Kellog and turned towards the still open door. She was just in time to see the two heroines disengage their lips and then it took the blonde a few stunned seconds to recognize their visitors. "Ms. Americana! Night Raven!" she said in her accented English. "Elsa?" asked Ms. Americana as she now got a good look at the blonde's face for the first time. The two glowered at each other and both of them balled their hands into fists in anticipation of a fight. It was only Kellog grabbing Elsa and Night Raven doing the same with Ms. Americana that kept the long time enemies from launching themselves at each other. "What are you doing here you Nazi bitch" yelled Ms. Americana trying to pull away from Night Raven's grasp. "This is my apartment you self righteous American cow," screamed Elsa who tugged at the arm Kellog had grasped. "Calm down both of you," cried Night Raven. "I don't think there are currently any arrest warrants out for Elsa and it was us who kind of barged in on them." "If there aren't any arrest warrants out for the bitch, it is because the police don't know everything she has done," growled Ms. Americana. "I hardly think it is a coincidence we find her living right next door to this reset device." "I am helping to protect it you big boobed whore," snarled Elsa. "Now dear, calling people names like that isn't helping things," said Kellog soothingly. The huge mutoid turned to look at the heroines while still maintaining his grip on Elsa. "She is telling the truth. I promised Detective Boobs that I would help protect the device and Sanctuary and since Elsa became my girlfriend, she has left her old ways behind and is helping me do that." "I'm not your girlfriend," snapped Elsa reflexively. "Yes dear, you keep saying that," said Kellog soothingly. "I know you cannot admit my good looks turn you on, but you are going to have to get over that." "Your good looks?" said Elsa and Ms. Americana together as they both looked at the hulking monster and then at each other before they both began to laugh. "Alright, you can let go now," Elsa told Kellog. "Your little joke did its job and I don't think we are going to attack each other now." She looked a question at Ms. Americana who nodded her head in agreement. Night Raven breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the Queen of Justice. "Come on in," said Elsa as she bent down and picked up a robe that she slipped on while also tossing a blanket over Kellog's still raging erection. "We can call a truce while you tell us why you are here." Ms. Americana and Night Raven stepped into the apartment and the door slid shut behind them. The two heroines cast what was a combination of a wary look and a bit of longing at the huge tent in the blanket covering the mutoid as they found chairs to sit down in. Ms. Americana explained about Prax and how they thought either he or some other entity had designs set on the reset device, though they weren't totally convinced yet that such a thing actually existed. "It does," Elsa replied. Kellog nodded his massive head in agreement. "It was the malfunctioning of the device that caused us such pain that we were forced to the surface and then to seek the help of Detective Boobs." "Er, that's the name they have for Nancy," put in Night Raven. "I think it came from her stripper videos." "very good videos," grinned Kellog. "We have copies if you want to watch." "Another time perhaps," said Ms. Americana dryly. Kellog shrugged. "Your loss. Detective Boobs fixed the device so it no longer hurts us mutoids and so we keep our end of the bargain." "Then who is this Guardian you mistook us for?" asked Ms. Americana. Kellog shrugged. "Hard to describe and I don't know the details. Guardian not human, not sure if male or female, so we say it. It large glowing ball of light that was created when the device fixed. Now it guards the device, so we call it Guardian. It often come down to our apartment to watch tv, so we thought it was you at door." "I think we need to go talk to this guardian and see the device," said Ms. Americana. "Sure thing," said Kellog as he stood up and the blanket fell away to display his still very hard cock. He looked down at it and looked slightly embarrassed which the heroines had never seen a mutoid do before. "Er, sorry about this, but I can't go anywhere until this thing go down." "Well if you want to go see Guardian anytime soon, you better do something about it," smirked Elsa. "Now wait a minute," began Ms. Americana, but Night Raven stopped her by getting up and moving over in front of the mutoid. "I am probably going to hate myself for doing this in the morning, but I just can't turn down a big cock," said Night Raven as she dropped to her knees and quickly wrapped her lips around the throbbing penis. "It's amazing what you can get used too," said Elsa as she sat back watching Night Raven go to work on Kellog's cock with her lips and tongue. Her bath robe gaped open as she did so and soon her hands were between her thighs rubbing herself as she watched the impromptu blowjob intently. Ms. Americana tried to look away, but her gaze kept being drawn back like a magnet to the erotic sight of Night Raven's mouth sliding up and down the huge gray-green pole of the mutoid. "This is sick and wrong," she said and looked over at Elsa, only to blush brighter red when she saw what the blonde was doing. "When in Rome," gasped Elsa as she feverishly rubbed her clit. Ms. Americana could only whimper when Night Raven untied her top and let it drop to the floor to expose her large breasts to view. Seemingly inspired by this, Kellog grabbed hold of Night Raven's head with his huge hands and holding the blonde in place began to furiously face fuck her. "Oh the hell with it," gasped Ms. Americana as she slid a hand into her bottoms. * * * Prax pulled his cock out of Summer and blasted a large load of warm, sticky cum over the girl's breasts and face before sitting back with a sigh. He looked around the room and saw the other three girls were already asleep. He had fucked all of them at least once and this had been his second go at Summer. Thanks to his power, none of them would remember his presence here when they woke up, although the massive amounts of cum covering them and dripping out of various orifices might be hard for them to explain. Perhaps it was time for him to make his exit, but as he looked around at the four naked bodies he figured he could have another go at them all, awake or asleep. It really didn't matter that much to him. As Prax was making up his mind about which girl to enjoy next, he sensed another, unexpected presence and he smiled. This was indeed his lucky day. * * * Esha folded the wings of the little glider that she had used to land on the roof of the luxury condo building. It was almost like old times when she had been the best cat burglar in the city, country she amended and then revised it once more to the world. This time, however, her break-in would be legal, or at least quasi legal as she was working for the FBI tonight. Edgar Darlington and his family were out of the country on holidays and her superiors wanted some information Darlington was reputed to have in his safe. If she was caught retrieving it for them, the government would probably disavow any knowledge of her existence, but that wasn't a problem for Esha since she didn't plan on being caught. The busty, black bikini clad blonde walked over to the edge of the building and looked down to orient herself and then secure her grappling line carefully before lowering herself over the side. Once she reached the master bedroom's window, Esha checked for any alarms and not finding any since no one would try and get in the window on an 86th floor, she pulled a glass cutter from her belt and cut a neat circle in the glass. A few seconds later, Esha was inside the dark room and padding lightly towards the painting with the concealed safe behind it. The blonde former thief was concentrating so hard on the difficult safe that she never heard the man enter the dark room until he cupped one of her breasts in each hand and whispered "hello gorgeous," into her ear. Esha's first impulse was to slam an elbow into the gut of this insolent prick, but somehow he had pinned her arms at the same time as he continued to grope and knead her breasts through her bikini top. The blonde could also feel something very large and very hard grinding into her ass at the same time. "I bet doing this kind of thing turns you on," whispered Prax. "I bet you are soaking wet between your legs aren't you?" Esha wanted to deny this, but she knew it was true. She always got an adrenaline rush and very horny when doing one of these break-ins. Afterwards, she would often masturbate for hours or just go to the nearest bar and find some lucky stiff and give his cock the ride of its life. Prax took one hand off a breast and snapped his fingers. A piece of paper was now in his hand and he waved it in front of Esha's face. "I think this is what you wanted from the safe, so why don't we adjourn to that nice big bed and let you earn it with that gorgeous body of yours." He emphasized his words by pressing his erection harder into the blonde thief's well padded ass. "Works for me," whispered Esha. She wanted that piece of paper and if she got a good fuck to go with it that would save her from having to go looking afterwards. Also, from the feel of the erection grinding into her, she doubted she would be disappointed. "I am going to do my new bitch doggie style," growled Prax as he guided Esha over to the large bed and positioned her on her hands and knees with her huge melons dangling down so enticingly. "Woof, woof," was all Esha said in reply as she slipped out of her black bikini. "Very well trained I see," said Prax as he gave the former thief's ass a loud slap that rang through the silent bedroom. After that, he wasted no more time in slamming his cock home into Esha's soft, clinging pussy. "mmm, definitely best in breed," he moaned and began to slide his cock in and out. * * * "We are Guardian" said the glowing ball of light when Kellog and the three women finally reached the chamber containing the reset device. The mutoid had finally gone soft after blasting a huge load down Night Raven's throat while Elsa and Ms. Americana had watched and rubbed out an orgasm of their own. Ms. Americana remembered watching an episode of Classic Trek where the advanced aliens were glowing balls of light much like Guardian and wondered what it would be like to exist like that. Could you feel human emotions like anger and fear? What would it be like to not be hungry or was there a glowing ball equivalent to hunger? Her attention shifted away briefly from Guardian to the multi-coloured cube that floated in the air behind its self proclaimed protector. It certainly didn't look anything like she had envisioned the reboot device to be as she had pictured some kind of console with all kinds of lights, buttons and readouts. The heroine gave her head a little shake to get her thoughts focussed back on what Guardian had said. "What exactly does that mean? Asked Ms. Americana. A glowing ball of light has no shoulders with which to shrug, but the heroine got the impression that Guardian shrugged as it replied. "We are a composite entity made up of a number of beings who have combined together to form one possible step in human evolution. We protect and study the reboot mechanism." Guardian didn't have any vocal cords either thought Ms. Americana as she realized the being's words were arriving directly in her brain, bypassing her ears. "How can we be sure that your intentions towards the device are good ones?" asked Ms. Americana aloud. She suspected Guardian could probably read her thoughts, but felt a lot more comfortable saying them aloud. Guardian glowed a little brighter as if thinking. "We believe there is a way to convince you of our intentions." A smaller sphere of light broke off from Guardian and then after a moment reformed into a small, brown haired teen. "Hello Ms. A, do you remember me at all?" asked the girl. Ms. Americana stared at the girl for several long moments. "Liberty Babe?" she asked, uncertainty filling her voice. "That's me," grinned Liberty Babe, but her smile quickly faded. "I was your sidekick for an entire year until we got sold to some white slavers. The reboot device pulled us back after a while," and Liberty Babe shuddered at her memory of that time. "I woke up down here in the tunnels and went looking for you, but you said you didn't know who I was. You had another sidekick, a blonde, and you wouldn't listen to me." Ms. Americana's brow furrowed as she strove to remember. "I, I sort of vaguely remember someone, you I guess who came to me with some wild story, but it is so hard to remember." "I was really sad and really pissed at you for some time after you rejected me," said Liberty Babe sadly. "It was only later when I went back to the tunnels and met the others that I learned about the reboot machine and how it was responsible and not you. Even now, you only sort of remember me and that is because you are so close to the machine. When you leave these tunnels, your memory of me will fade away again to a wisp." "No, I promise I won't forget you again," cried a distraught Ms. Americana. Liberty Babe shook her head sadly. "You don't have a choice. Even now, this close to the machine, I bet you don't even remember my secret name." Once more Ms. Americana's brow furrowed in furious thought and then a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry Liberty Babe, I can't remember it!" "It's ok," said Liberty Babe giving her former mentor a quick hug. "No one remembered me, but I found a family in the tunnels with the other lost heroines and then we joined to form Guardian. I am happy, I have a purpose and it is a good one. We protect the device and do what we can to help the heroines still on the surface. I have to go now and rejoin Guardian as it expends a lot of energy to keep me separate like this." Liberty Babe gave the older woman another quick hug then quickly dissolved back into a small ball of light and then merged back into Guardian. "What of you?" asked Guardian to Night Raven. "I sense you have your own doubts and questions that maybe I can help resolve." Night Raven thought for a moment and then shook her head. "Maybe another time. For now, I am just going to be content with being Lydia Borden and Night Raven. I don't think I can deal with much else right now." As she said this last, Night Raven looked over at the still visibly upset Ms. Americana. Ms. Americana managed after a while to get herself together enough to address Guardian again. "That device is too dangerous, perhaps it should be destroyed?" "It is very dangerous," confirmed Guardian "and it should never have been deployed for the reasons it was. Unfortunately, I estimate that there is a 94% chance of destroying Delta City if it is destroyed and a 72% chance the entire world would be destroyed in the process." "I don't understand who would be insane enough to create such a dangerous device and why," cried Ms. Americana. Many might say the same thing about humans and nuclear weapons," replied Guardian. "The reboot device was created by a highly advanced species with an empire that spanned half the galaxy. They took their technology for granted and saw no problem in utilizing it for trivial purposes. In this case, they used it to create female sex slaves for themselves in the far flung outposts of their empire. They were an extremely male dominated species, so few females were permitted to travel off their home world. It is possible that some of the humans living on Earth at that time would have mistaken them for gods and hence the confusion with the gods such as Aphrodite. Something happened to their empire, exactly what I am not certain though I continue to try and decipher the information contained within the device. It is possible that the device itself and its reality warping properties led to the downfall of their empire. When they left Earth, they left the device behind in a maintenance mode where it continued to act to retrieve any Aphrodite who had been damaged too much. A lack of regular maintenance, however, led to numerous glitches when retrieving heroines. Sometimes duplicate copies were made, sometimes with minor differences." "Nancy knew about this, so why didn't she tell us?" asked Ms. Americana. "She felt that it was for the best that you didn't know about the way the reboot device functioned," said Guardian. "If you knew or thought you knew that you would never be really in any mortal peril when you were on a mission, it would have a negative psychological effect on your performance. Also, with the glitches, there was no actual guarantee that another lost heroine would not be created through over confidence." "But you are telling us this now," protested Night Raven. "Yes, We feel it is necessary for the preservation of the device, the heroines of Delta City and perhaps humanity itself. Still, the memory of this telling will soon start to fade when you leave these tunnels as that seems part of the device's self defence programming. It will not vanish entirely, but will largely remain buried in the back of your brain where it will not interfere with your actions. It will take considerable effort to recall what you are being told and even then that might totally fade with more time." "We have reason to believe that there is at least one being, perhaps two who have designs on the device," said Ms. Americana "We also have detected two similar, but distinct beings who have attempted to manipulate the device," confirmed Guardian. "We believe we have successfully blocked them so far. These two," and here Guardian mentally indicated Kellog and Elsa, "along with others in Sanctuary are contriving to keep all intruders out of these tunnels and away from the device. We cannot, however, stray too far from the vicinity of the device, so it will be up to you and the other heroines to track down and stop these beings. Manipulating the device without extensive and intimate knowledge of it is extremely dangerous. We have been studying it for a year and we are still reluctant to do more than some very small experimentation if necessary." * * * "So, did we really accomplish anything?" Ms. Americana asked Night Raven as they paused at the bottom of the ladder to put on their civilian clothes while Kellog and Elsa had already gone up to catch the band. "Well, I got to suck a mutoid cock without actually getting raped which is quite an accomplishment," said Night Raven as she did up her blouse. She caught the look Brenda shot her and turned more serious. "We know a lot more about the reboot device, even if I find it difficult to remember what I know now without concentrating and that there is another being besides Prax after it." Brenda nodded and tried not to look at Night Raven's boobs as they vanished behind her shirt. She was still somewhat embarrassed over her masturbation session while watching the younger heroine go down on the mutoid, but the images she retained were certainly going to come in handy the next time she used her vibrator. "It seems like the next thing we need to do is to identify the second being and then find out some way to shut them down." "I think we might need to beef up the physical security for these tunnels," said Night Raven "Maybe have one or two of the She Legion around at all times." "Well, Kellog, Elsa and maybe the other mutoids should like that," replied Ms. Americana dryly as she started up the ladder. * * * "What the fuck?" exclaimed Edgar Darlington as he stood in the foyer of his penthouse condo and surveyed the living room. He had been forced to cut his vacation short when he received an urgent message about a problem at one of the companies he owned that required his personal presence. He hadn't expected to come home and find four naked and well fucked looking girls in his living room. "What's the matter daddy? Asked Wendy Darlington as she followed her father into the condo. Like him, she stopped and gaped at what she saw. "Paula, Holly, Ronnie, what have you guys been up to without me?" Paula moaned and sat up looking around blearily. She tried to speak, but first had to swallow several times to clear the gunk from her mouth and to break the crust of cum that had sealed her lips shut. "Without you?" she croaked. "You were here with us for the whole thing." "I think you are obviously delirious, probably from smoking too much pot," snickered Wendy. "Oh my god, is that Summer Morgan? You guys had an orgy with Summer Morgan without me. How could you?" Pamela Darlington, formerly Pamela Winston chose that moment to step in the door, having stopped to pick up their mail in the lobby. As a former stripper and part time whore, she was no stranger to sights such as this one, but even so she was rather flabbergasted and a little turned on by what she saw. The vacation had been partly to give her and Wendy a chance to bond after Pamela had married Edgar Darlington, his previous wife Fern having divorced him when she found out about his affair with Pamela. The bonding hadn't worked out too well and Pamela had been in less than a good mood to have their trip to the Riviera cut short to return to dreary old Delta City, but seeing Wendy's friends like this promised some fun times for the future. "Um, what is going on and why is my pussy so sore?" asked a bleary Summer as she cracked open her eyes and looked around. In the master bedroom, Esha had a little more warning as the voices in the outer room had woken her up. "Fuck, I've got to get out of here," she muttered and quickly donned her bikini. "Ew, I really need a bath," she continued her monologue as she saw the layer of cum that coated most of her body. She saw the paper she had come for lying on the bed, so whoever her mysterious lover had been, he had kept his word and left it for her. The blonde thief turned government agent slipped out the window she had come through and took the time to apply the special compound that would fuse the glass back into one piece and leave her entrance hopefully unknown. On the roof, she reassembled her glider and set flight into the dawn air. The End