The Perverter: Target #5 Champion 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 (Dana McQueen), Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Professor Werder, Bat Broad, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, Dragon Queen, the Aberration 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 * * * Champion Girl stood on the roof of the Delta City Citizen's Bank and watched the two men exiting the bank some twenty floors below her perch. They were both dressed in jeans, black hoodies and masks that covered their faces. They also had a gun in one hand and what looked suspiciously like pillow cases in the other. The pillow cases didn't even match, thought Champion Girl disgustedly. The buxom blonde heroine waited a few seconds longer to make sure there were no civilians near the pair of robbers and then stepped off the roof and plummeted towards the ground like an incoming missile. At the last moment, she turned her dive into a curving upward sweep, grabbing one of the robbers in each hand by their hoods. The heroine hoped for their sake that they had not bought really cheap clothes as they dangled in her grip as she soared skywards. "Hello boys," said Champion girl as she gave them a gentle shake like a mother cat might do with two errant kittens. "Let's start by you telling me your names before I drop you off at Police HQ." The man in her left hand only managed a whimper, but the one in her right hand was made of sterner stuff, if not a whole lot brighter as he pointed his gun at Champion Girl's forehead. "Let us go or I'm going to put a hole in that pretty face of yours." "You might want to look down and rephrase that request," replied Champion Girl who was now considerably higher than the top of the bank building. "If I let you go or you shoot me, you are going to end up a greasy spot on the pavement. Now let's try this again and tell me your names." The man looked down, way down. "Terrence Yates," he croaked. "How about you?" asked Champion Girl, giving the other man a harder shake to get his attention which seemed fixated on the ant sized people far below him. "P, Percy Twinkle," he finally stammered out. "Really?" asked Champion Girl and the man nodded. "No wonder you ended up in a life of crime. Well, maybe you can find a sympathetic judge because that name is not going to go over very well in prison I fear. Now I want you to drop …," Terrence and Percy didn't wait for the heroine to finish as they dropped their guns, but in their eagerness to ingratiate themselves, they also dropped the pillow cases. A stunned Champion Girl watched as the cases opened up on the way to the ground and money began to fall in a green rain over the city. "Damn," she said with feeling. * * * Acting Dean of Engineering at Delta City university Mary Chalmers stood up behind her desk to shake hands with the man being shown into her office by her administrative assistant Patricia Pointer. Mary's thoughts briefly dwelled on the reason for both her acting status and why the man was here. Anatoli Rust had been the Dean of the college for the last ten years until certain relationships of his with female graduate students had come to light. In particular there seemed to have been some type of miscalculation regarding birth control with Sharon Bloomberg that was several months too far along to cover up. After that, the girls had almost literally crawled out of the woodwork to tell stories about the non regulation use Dean Rust had made of his desk. This information had prompted Mary to have the desk thoroughly cleaned with bleach when she had moved into the office. University administration was now conducting an investigation while Rust golfed and played tennis awaiting the result on full pay. Privately, Mary expected Rust would be reinstated after the initial furor died down. Already several of the female students had their funding and scholarships disappear and they had moved on to other universities around the country. It seemed that Rust had a clause in his contract that guaranteed him ten years of his five hundred thousand a year salary if he was dismissed with or without cause. How such a lucrative and stupid clause had been permitted in the first place was a total mystery unless you knew the university's chief financial officer was Rust's brother-in-law. Mary expected the university had quickly come to the conclusion that it was far cheaper to pay Rust to take a one year holiday than to pay the severance. At the same time, the university administration could point to Mary and how they were taking steps to promote women into positions of authority, though they quite failed to mention that they were only paying her half what they had paid Rust. She had only received reluctant agreement that she couldn't be expected to still handle all her undergraduate teaching duties as well as fill in for Rust, so they were allowing her to hire a new professor, which brought Mary's thoughts back to the man entering her office. "I am very pleased to meet you Dr. Rap," Mary said shaking the dark haired man's extended hand. Dr. Xavier Rap returned the smile and took the seat indicated in front of the large desk. "Please call me Xavier," he said. "As you wish Dr. R … er Xavier," said Mary and gestured to her assistant. "Can I have Patricia bring you anything? Coffee perhaps?" "I am fine, thank-you," replied Rap and he turned briefly to watch the pretty blonde as she exited the office after a nod of thanks from Mary. This promised to be an interesting little appetizer, thought Rap as he turned back to Mary and extended an envelope towards her. "My Curriculum Vitae," he said. Mary took the envelope and extracted several sheets of blank paper which she stared at for a moment, turning them over to check the other side just in case of a mistake in folding. "Er, there seems to be a printing problem of some sort," she said looking up at Rap. "Perhaps your ink cartridges were jammed and you didn't notice." "They look absolutely fine to me," said Prax as he gestured towards the empty pages. "As you can see, my academic qualifications and experience are impeccable. You want to hire me immediately so as not to risk losing me to some other university." "Oh yes, your qualifications certainly are exactly what I was looking for," agreed Mary. "I see no reason to interview any more candidates. Welcome to Delta City University Dr. Rap. Mary stood up and leaned over the desk to shake the man's hand. "Thank-you," said Prax solemnly, "now why don't you take your clothes off, then climb up on your desk and spread your legs for me." The man who had called himself Dr. Rap watched as a brief look of outrage passed over Mary's face, followed quickly by the familiar glassy eyed look. The dark haired woman stood up behind her desk and began to calmly unbutton her blouse with no apparent concern. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties and quite possibly a Type Zero Aphrodite from the large, soft globes of flesh that appeared when the blouse dropped to the floor and the surprisingly sexy bra followed it. That was a very good thing in Prax's mind as he wouldn't have to be so careful with her. Using his full power and size on a non Aphrodite tended to be highly damaging, if not fatal. It wasn't that he was that concerned with the life of a mere human, but a death here would disrupt his plan for his ultimate target. With the rest of her clothes removed, the Acting Dean laid down on her desk and as requested, spread her legs wide. With a grin and a snap of his fingers, Prax's clothes vanished and he climbed between those welcoming thighs. His cock was already hard and dribbling precum for lubrication, but as he looked down at Mary, he could see that she had produced more than enough lubrication of her own as her pussy lips glistened in the overhead lights of the office. Prax gave a sigh of pleasure as his member slid into the slippery tunnel and a matching sound of pleasure issued from Mary as she was stretched and filled. The desk shuddered and shook under the force of Prax's pounding cock. The woman's pussy clasped his member in a tight embrace and he reached down to grab one of her large wobbling breasts in each hand. Panting and sweating, Prax finally arched his head back as he began to cum and pump a thick, warm river of goo into the human under him. He filled her to overflowing and then pulled his cock from her and as a gush of cum leaked from her to puddle on the oak surface, the imp blasted his final few shots over the woman's breasts and stomach. "Is there anything wrong ma'am?" asked a voice from the open doorway to the office, "I heard some strange noises out at my desk and …," the voice trailed off into silence. Both Prax and Mary turned to see Patricia standing there, shocked into silence by what she saw. "There is nothing wrong," said Prax smoothly as he modulated his voice to ensure compliance. "Please close that door, come over to the desk and clean up this mess." There was a soft click as the not quite soundproof door closed and a few seconds later, the blonde secretary was crouched between the Dean's legs as Prax backed off a bit to give her room. Still fully dressed, the administrative assistant leaned her face down and lapped at the cum oozing out of Mary's well fucked cunt. She didn't even seem to notice when Prax ripped the dress from her body and pulled down her panties. Her tongue was buried deep in Mary's pussy when she felt Prax's cock enter her * * * "Bank officials estimate they recovered approximately a quarter of the twenty thousand dollars stolen by the bank robbers. The same bank officials expressed their gratitude to Champion Girl for apprehending the robbers, but said they wished she had taken better care of their money."" Candice Graham sighed and used the remote to turn off the television and Megan Fitzpatrick's smiling face. Candice wished Tonya O'Donnell had drawn the assignment to cover the bank robbery since she would have been a little more understanding towards a fellow heroine, though Megan had recently significantly toned down her former strident criticism of the heroines of Delta City. There were times like this that Candice felt like she was neither fish nor fowl as the old saying went. She was a few years older than the sidekicks and the younger heroines like Amazing Babe, Shield and Azure Angel, so she just didn't seem to fit in with them, especially with their often lack of seriousness when it came to their school work. At the same time, she found it hard to relate to the older heroines like Ms. Americana, Green Spectre and Got Gal who treated her like she was a puppy who needed training. The only other heroine around her own age was Night Raven and the two of them were not naturally compatible. Night Raven lived for the darkness of night, while her own powers were light based and made her most effective during the day. It all meant she didn't have someone to hang around with like the other heroines did. Candice sighed and looked around the small one room apartment she lived in for inspiration and found none. The apartment was only a few blocks from the university which allowed her to take her meals in one of the large cafeterias on campus which was a good thing since the room lacked a kitchen with just a microwave and a small second hand bar fridge she had bought to hold milk and a few other basics. Other than that, the only furnishings were a bed, desk and a rolling chair with plastic milk crates serving as night table and to hold all her clothes and books. It did have a small washroom, she didn't have to share with anyone else in the house and that along with its own private entrance down a rickety flight of wooden stairs were the main reasons she had chosen it. Oh yeah, it was fairly cheap too and was about all she could afford on her scholarship. The thought of her scholarship made Candice frown and pull out her iPad to log onto the university's student portal. She was 21 and due to graduate in a few months with her Engineering degree which would bring her scholarship and sole source of funds to a close. She needed to either find a job or the means to continue on to graduate school Despite the hours she spent patrolling the city as Champion Girl, her grades were excellent and should have landed her a graduate scholarship and professors willing to take her on as her advisor, but so far that hadn't happened. Candice rather suspected it had quite a bit to do with her having a large pair of boobs instead of a pair of balls. Considering the lecherous nature of some of her professors which was easy to see by the way they stared at her chest during lectures, none of them had been willing to take her on. The suspension of Dean Rust had put a bit of a damper on their natural inclinations for now as the student association and lawyers for some of the girls howled about an investigation into the practices in the department. Suddenly, the idea of having a busty graduate student ahem working under them had at least temporarily lost its luster for the leaches. Without much hope, Candice logged in and went to the employment section to see if there were any openings she could apply for. Her heart gave a little flutter of hope when she saw the heading "Teaching Assistant Wanted" and she tapped on it to open the details. "Professor Xavier Rap, College of Engineering, requires a teaching assistant and lab instructor for upcoming summer classes. Professor Rap has just joined the faculty and a suitable candidate will be strongly considered for a post graduate scholarship under the professor in the fall. Professor Rap's field of study concerns the development and uses of new types of lasers with applications from medicine to manufacturing. Students who have completed or are about to complete their undergraduate degree in engineering should apply to Room 743 in the Engineering building." Candice stared at the screen in shocked delight. The job was perfect and seemed almost as if it had been written just for her. She had been working in an unpaid internship at Wade Enterprises when the lab accident had happened and blasted with energy from an experimental laser. Rather than killing her as it should have, it had activated her Aphrodite genes and turned her into Champion Girl. Her body now acted like a solar battery, capturing and storing any type of light, though pure sunlight was the best, giving her the ability to fly, greatly enhanced strength and a fair degree of imperviousness to harm. She had several ideas about a possible thesis involving lasers and this opportunity looked like a gift from the goddess. Candice felt a tingle run through her body and unsurprisingly , it was centered in her pussy. It was one of her special little kinks that thinking about scientific research made her horny. Others could watch all the porn they wanted, but if she wanted to get her motor running extra hot, all Candice had to think about were things like thesis topics, writing scientific papers, APH styling and applying for research grants. Candice glanced at her watch and saw she had plenty f time to take her CV over to campus before the offices closed, certainly enough time to indulge herself a little bit first. The blonde stood up, made sure the curtains on her one window were closed and laid down on her bed. She slid down her shorts and panties and an exploring hand discovered she was already dripping wet. Fingers sought out her clit and began to rub it as visions of large cocks and electronic schematics tumbled through her brain. As it turned out, she had time for three very satisfying climaxes before having to scurry over to the university. * * * "So you think Prax got to Summer?" asked Ms. Americana as she and Green Spectre sat facing each other in chairs in the Ms. Americana cave under stately Wade Manor. "It sure looks that way," agreed Green Spectre. "The Darlington's were less than happy to come home and find there had been an impromptu orgy in their condo while they were in Europe. The girls all claimed Wendy had been there with them, but clearly she hadn't." "How was Summer when you got there?" asked Ms. Americana. "Let's just say there was no shortage of cum dripping out of her along with a generous amount covering her," replied Green Spectre as she tried to repress the unwanted excitement the sight had triggered in her Aphrodite genes. "Do you want to see a picture?" "A picture?" asked a stunned Ms. Americana, her baby blues going wide with surprise. "You took pictures of your own daughter in a state like that?" "Purely for evidential reasons if we need them," Green Spectre assured her friend, if not herself. Ms. Americana hesitated for several seconds and then her curiosity overcame any misgivings she might have had. "Ok, show me then, strictly for informational purposes of course." "Of course," smirked Green Spectre as she pulled out her cell phone and called up an image before handing the phone over to Ms. Americana. "Holy fuck," cried Ms. Americana as she took in the cum covered form of Summer Morgan. "you can barely see her face under all that spunk and I bet it took a couple of washings with Professor Werder's special cum cleaning shampoo to get her hair clean." "Three rinses," confirmed Green Spectre, "but her hair has never looked better. Um, is that about how you found Flag Girl?" Ms. Americana nodded, handed Green Spectre's phone back somewhat reluctantly and took out her own. "Er, I also took pictures for evidential reasons." Green Spectre did her best not to drool as she studied the jizz covered form of Ms. Americana's blonde sidekick. "They certainly do look like similar handiwork," agreed the blonde. "Are you, um, are you getting turned on looking at these pictures?" ventured Ms. Americana hesitantly. "Yes, but it is so wrong," admitted Green Spectre as she tried to tear her eyes off the image on Ms. Americana's phone. "I mean they are our sidekicks and Summer is my daughter!" "It's the damn Aphrodite gene," moaned Ms. Americana as she abruptly surged to her feet, intending to end this topic of discussion before things got out of hand. Unfortunately, Green Spectre had also risen abruptly and there just wasn't enough space between them for two sets of melons such as they possessed. It resulted in a boob to boob collision and an over balanced Ms. Americana fell back into her chair with Green Spectre landing on top of her. They stared into each other's eyes for several long seconds as their breasts rubbed against the other's until with a single simultaneous movement their lips locked and the two heroines began to kiss deeply. "We shouldn't do this," gasped Green Spectre when they finally broke the kiss with a long string of saliva stretching between their mouths. Even as she said that, however, the blonde heroine's hands pulled down Ms. Americana's bikini top to expose her 38F melons which she gave a playful squeeze before clamping her mouth on one of the erect nipples. "We say that every time something like this happens," moaned Ms. Americana as she ran her fingers through Green Spectre's silky soft blonde hair. "We always seem to end up doing it though once our bodies get going. It is almost impossible to stop," "A real pity," came Green Spectre's muffled voice as she switched breasts to suck on the other nipple. "Goddess, my pussy is dripping already," gasped Ms. Americana. "Oh, I have to see that," replied Green Spectre as she paused her attention on her friend's boobs and deftly yanked Ms. Americana's bikini bottoms down. "Yep, you are certainly right about that," she agreed as she slid a finger easily into the exposed pussy. Ms. Americana let out a soft whimper. "Goddess damn our genes. We really should stop right now, but er if you insist on doing this then there is um a little something in that desk drawer," she said and indicated the bottom drawer in her desk with a jerk of her chin. "I don't feel it would be fair to leave you in a state like this," observed Green Spectre as she tottered over to the desk and opened the indicated drawer. "Oh my, is this what I think it is? Why yes, I do believe it is an exact duplicate of that fiend, the Aberration's cock with the special strap on attachment and actual working balls according to the box. It even comes in my favourite colour!" Ms. Americana lay there licking her lips as she watched Green Spectre slip out of her skimpy costume and strap on the monstrous large green dildo. "What, what are you going to do to me with that thing?" she quivered as she watched the blonde approach her, stroking the fake cock as if it were real. "I am going to have some fun with your body bitch," said Green Spectre getting into the role of the villain menacing the helpless naked heroine. It wasn't hard after all since she had been the other half of that drama more than a few times. "Oh no, you wouldn't dare," gasped Ms. Americana and felt her pulse race with excitement. "You will learn to love my cock," sneered Green Spectre as she climbed on top of the dark haired heroine and lined up her massive tool with Ms. Americana's dripping slit. Then with a perfect mimicry of the cruel villain, Green Spectre slammed the massive pseudo cock deep into her friend's pussy. Ms. Americana gasped as she stared up into Green Spectre's eyes. "Oh goddess, that feels so good, fuck me Axanna, fuck your little whore." "Your wish is my command," laughed Green Spectre. "You slutty heroines are all alike. Once someone gets a cock in your pussy, you turn into sluts." Having done her villainous gloating in the proscribed manner, Green Spectre began to hammer her cock in and out of Ms. Americana with increasing speed and ferocity. Each thrust caused that little bit to rub on her own clit and damn it felt almost like she had a real cock. "Hey Ms. A, what's going on?" said Flag Girl walking out of the elevator from Wade manor. The pig tailed blonde stopped dead in her tracks and watched as Green Spectre continued to pound away into her mentor's quivering body. "Don't say anything or you will be next Flag Twat," ordered Green Spectre in her best evil villain voice. "Is that a promise or a threat?" asked Flag Girl as she watched mesmerized as Green Spectre's impressive jugs bounced around wildly on her chest as she slammed the fake cock into Ms. Americana over and over again. "Oh please spare my innocent sidekick foul villain," moaned Ms. Americana who could feel her orgasm building inside her like a tidal wave. "Hah! Perhaps I will only take out my lust on you Ms. Americunt," cried Green Spectre, "or maybe I will ravish her as well!" The blonde heroine thrust in and out of her curvy victim a few more times as Flag Girl watched entranced and then they all discovered what the advertising on the box meant about "actual working balls" as Green Spectre hit a climax and that triggered the fake balls to start blasting a huge load of what was presumably artificial cum into Ms. Americana's pussy which was shuddering through its own orgasm. When Green Spectre finally pulled the dripping slime covered dildo from Ms. Americana's snatch, Flag Girl fell to her knees and began to lick it clean. "Er, where were we before we um got side tracked?" Green Spectre asked Ms. Americana as she grabbed Flag Girl's head and rammed it down onto her cock until she heard the pig tailed blonde start to gag. "I think we were going to discuss the schedule to have at least one heroine down in the tunnels guarding the reboot mechanism at all times," said Ms. Americana sitting up and watching as Green Spectre used Flag Girl's hair to drag her face up and down the strap-on. "You said Night Raven volunteered for the first shift?" asked Green Spectre as Ms. Americana undid Flag Girl's top and let her full, young boobs spill into view. "Yes," agreed Ms. Americana. "Sometimes I worry about Night Raven turning into an insatiable nymphomaniac. I am pretty sure she volunteered in order to have a go at Kellog's mutoid cock." "It's a good thing we are rational and level headed then," observed Green Spectre as she watched Ms. Americana undo Flag Girl's little skirt and pull down her panties. "Yes, a very good thing," agreed Ms. Americana. ""I think her pussy is all ready for you now, but I better put a fresh cum cartridge into the balls." * * * "Tell me about this device under the city" Prax looked up from where he was sitting at what had become his favourite table at Melons to see his brother Bob glaring down at him. He doubted if the nuisance would go away if he ignored him, so he waved a hand towards the chair opposite him. Part of the reason for it being Prax's favourite table became readily apparent to Bob when he sat down and noticed the waitress under the table bobbing her mouth up and down hungrily on his brother's cock. "I don't have to say anything anymore," said Prax as he patted Cassie on the head and began to empty a load into her mouth. "She is so well trained that when she sees me coming in the door, she brings me a beer and crawls right under the table." Bob arched an eyebrow at him and Prax got the woman turned around under the table so she could service his brother in the same way she had just done for him. "Don't think you can distract me with this," moaned Bob as he felt his cock enveloped by the woman's warm, wet mouth. "I still want to know about that device." Prax shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his beer. "I really can't tell you much about it. It is old and some type of alien technology. I have sensed its presence under Delta City when I visited here before and was able to tap into it enough to draw small amounts of energy from it. This time when I attempted to do so, I was rebuffed by some kind of protection it had acquired." Bob grunted and pulled Cassie's mouth all the way down on his cock while he considered this. His brother, as much as he hated to admit it, had always been better when it came to mind things while he excelled at more physical aspects. He, himself had only been able to detect the device when his brother had reached out to it and as brothers they were more mentally attuned than either wished to be. Bob also realized it was probably this device and the power it represented that had drawn the damn demons to this reality. "The person who controls that device could rule the universe!" he said aloud to Prax. His brother merely shrugged. "First off, I have no great desire to rule the universe. It sounds tiresome and not a lot of fun. I much prefer my little games with beautiful looking women. Secondly, I think universe is stretching it a bit. There are other devices, other things that are more powerful, but I suppose you could rule this world at least without much trouble." "One has to start somewhere," observed Bob. "I don't see that it is worth the effort," replied Prax, "but to each his own. I suspect there must be some demon blood in you brother since your ambition is more in line with one of their ilk. I wonder if our dear mother wasn't sleeping around more than father thought." "What you need is some of my ambition brother," returned Bob. "Help me gain control of the device and using its power, I can deliver all the large breasted whores you could ever want for your pleasure." "I can get all I want now without having to exert myself more than I want," replied Prax. "To get you out of my sight quicker, however, I will tell you there is an entrance to those tunnels under some place called Sanctuary. I picked up that little tidbit out of the minds of one of the heroine whores." "Much obliged," said Bob and he started to rise from his chair only to remember he had the woman's mouth still attached to his cock. He sat back down and thrust his hips a few times, fucking her face hard until he felt his balls explode and send a large load of cum into her mouth and then all over her face as his cock slipped from between her lips. He stood up then and walked out preoccupied. He needed to find where this place called Sanctuary was, but he felt sure he could fuck the information out of someone. Prax watched his brother go and laughed to himself. He already knew where Sanctuary was thanks to reading the information out of the minds of some of the heroines he had already fucked, but why tell his brother that? He could find out the information for himself and that finding out would help keep him out of Prax's hair. Meanwhile Cassie crawled out from under the table with cum dripping off her face and staggered over to the bar while the room's other patrons stared at her. Roxanne, the bartender just looked at her friend and sighed before leading her into a back room to help clean her up. Roxanne would have gone over to the table with the dark haired man to chew him out, but the last time she had done that, she dimly remembered ending up under the table too. Then there was Kevin, the bouncer who had gone missing when he had attempted to collect the bar bill from one of the man's associates. No, it was better just to clean the gunk off Cassie and pretend nothing unusual had happened. * * * On her way to the interview with Professor Rap, Candice felt more nervous than she had since her first patrol as Champion Girl. She loved the thrill being Champion Girl gave her, but there were definite downsides to being a heroine in Delta City. It wasn't like it was portrayed in comic books where the hero always came through with a win thanks to her strength of will and purity by the last page. Ok, sometimes there were cliff-hangers and mini series where the victory might take a bit longer, but the comic heroines didn't have to worry about getting raped every time they went on patrol. It had happened to her on one of her very first missions at the hands of that ugly bastard Dr. Armageddon. She had been a virgin and while she had made no concrete decision, she had considered saving herself for if not her husband, at least someone who was important to her and certainly not that freak. She could still close her eyes and feel his hated cock sliding into her pussy, penetrating her and taking her cherry without her consent. He had even laughed and taunted her while he did it. She had vowed never to let that happen to her again. Well technically, she couldn't lose her virginity more than once, but it was the non consensual nature that had really pissed her off. The problem was it had happened again and again. There always seemed to be some crazed villain, mutated plant or something waiting for her when she went out on patrol. Every time, she would stumble back to her little apartment and vow that she was through with being Champion Girl and she was going to give up the whole superheroine schtick. She would concentrate on her school work. She loved tinkering with things and creating new things, but the superheroine gig always drew her back in. It was like some super addictive drug that had a hold on her and wouldn't let her go. Well, maybe if she got this job and then started on graduate work, she would really find it possible to say goodbye to Champion Girl and all the vermin in Delta City who lusted after her sexy bod. * * * "I can't believe they stuck you down in this basement," said Candice as she looked around the somewhat dingy basement lab in the Engineering Building. "Actually, I requested it," said Professor Rap. "It is slightly inconvenient with my office on the seventh floor, but this basement lab was by far and away the largest space they had available and some of my proposed projects take quite a lot of room. Besides, I really only need the office for a few hours a week so students can come and get help." Candice looked around the large room that was already filling up with large boxes and crates of equipment and had to admit Professor Rap had a point. The current level of technology possessed by humanity was a far cry from the laser guns and other such devices pictured commonly in science fiction. You simply couldn't put a power supply with enough zing in it into a hand held device that could vaporize a person or cut a hole through a steel wall. You could indeed build lasers powerful enough to do some of those things, but they required mammoth power supplies the size of a ordinary refrigerator. Any device small enough to be portable was severely limited in what it could do. "I read your paper on the work you did at Wade Enterprises," said Professor Rap, breaking into Candice's thoughts. "Have you thought any more about how you could overcome the focussing problems you ran into?" Candice felt a warm glow suffuse her body at the mention of her paper. It sounded like Professor Rap had actually read her paper and was interested in her work. The feeling was very much akin to the first flush of arousal she felt when touching herself. "I think the answer is in the polarity and magnitude of the charge kept on the Z capacitor assembly," she said with some trepidation, afraid of her idea being rejected and scoffed at which could ruin her chances for getting this job. "That pretty much parallels my thoughts," agreed Rap. "Though we might also have to adjust the frequency band." Candice nodded her agreement and then replaying Professor Rap's words in her mind, she picked up on the "we". Did that mean what she thought it might? "Er, you said ‘we' Professor," she ventured. Rap gave her a wide smile. "Frankly this interview was pretty much a formality to make sure you were authentic. As soon as I read your paper, I was convinced you would be the perfect person for the job and to become my first grad student next term." "Oh goddess, I don't know what to say," breathed Candice who felt another pussy centered tingle run through her body. "just say yes," replied Rap as he smiled down at her. Prax smiled even wider to himself behind the façade of the respectable professor he was pretending to be. He had read Candice Graham exactly right, which was hardly a surprise since it was part of his talent, but seeing it in action was always exhilarating. The girl was in love with her field of study and just talking about it was like feeding someone the highest grade aphrodisiacs. His finely tuned senses had detected the wave of pleasure that flooded her body when she talked about her work and Prax knew she was almost ready to be taken. He just needed to stimulate her a little more. "One application for the multi phased Chromium lasers that I was thinking about was for communications," said Prax as he led Candice over to a lab table with a box like device on it. "I'm not sure what you mean sir," replied Candice, her eyes roaming over the device. "Multi phased Chromium based lasers do have possibilities for things like hologram projections, but how would you use them in communications?" "I envision them as the next logical step after things like Zoom," said Prax. "The, for lack of a better term at the moment, Laser Phone would scan an image of the person at the other end of the conversation and then project a hologram of that user at your end. Ideally, the image would be life size and it would be like just talking to the other person as if they were in the room with you." "That would be awesome," agreed Candice. "you have got it working already?" "Partially," replied Prax. "This device is a first prototype. It currently just operates on stored data rather than transmitted information and the holograms created are only one tenth size. Here, let me show you." Candice watched as the professor pressed a few buttons and suddenly an image of a woman hovered in the air in front of her. It was a very familiar figure as it was none other than Ms. Americana in her red, white and blue bikini costume "It's very hard to get the flesh tones right," said Prax as he glanced from Candice to the hologram and back. "I'm afraid the heroines in this city tend to leave a lot of flesh exposed, but it does make them ideal subjects for my experiments." He pressed another button and Ms. Americana's image dissolved to be replaced by that of Omega Woman, her large jugs jutting out proudly from her chest as she stood with her hands on her hips. "It's ok," replied Candice. "It just took me a bit by surprise is all." The holograms she thought were very realistic looking, but not as good as those Professor Werder had provided to the mutoids for their entertainment. Candace made a mental note to have a little chat with Werder about just how he had managed that. As Candice continued to watch, Prax kept pressing buttons and the figures continued to disappear and reappear. Images of Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Got Gal and all the rest of the She Legion members paraded past, including herself. When Ms. Americana appeared for the second time, Prax pressed a different button and the costume on the Queen of Justice disappeared, leaving her naked. "I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable," commented Prax, " but I need to demonstrate the improvements we need to make. The skin tone is a shade too pink overall and the nipples are just not right." "I think they look fine," said Candice, finding her throat suddenly feeling dry and her pussy wet. Damn, damn, damn, not now you stupid Aphrodite gene, she fairly screamed in her mind. This is not the time or place to get turned on. "Ah, perhaps you have seen her nipples in real life?" asked Prax. "No, of course not," replied Candice quickly. "Why should we worry about her nipples though? I mean people aren't going to be making naked phone calls!" "I would be more surprised if they didn't," replied Prax who advanced the hologram to Azure Angel, who was also now naked. "Asian skin tones seem to be a little more accurate don't you think?" Candice stared at her friend's naked form and hurriedly wiped a little drool from the corner of her mouth. "Fucking accurate," she said and then realized what she had said and blushed. "I mean she looks very hot, I mean accurate." "I'm not sure about the device's ability to accurately portray African-American skin tones," said Prax as a naked version of Lady Midnight appeared. "We will probably need to adjust the zeta band circuits to increase the luminosity. What do you think?" Candice made a gurgling sound as the image of Lady Midnight started to move . She watched what appeared to her to be a perfect representation of the black heroine start to squeeze her own breasts and play with her nipples. After a while, the figure used its fingers to spread its pussy lips open to display the inner pinkness in some horribly obscene colour test, except it wasn't obscene at all, but hotter than hell thought Candice. Just when Candice didn't think she could take any more, Prax pressed a button and Lady Midnight vanished to be replaced by Shield. Prax let each miniature image remain for a few seconds, each of them now naked and Candice suddenly remembered that the last image in the sequence was her own. She bit her lip in indecision as she tried to come up with a plausible reason to stop the show. It probably reflected on her state of arousal that she didn't really need any additional reason to demand the show be stopped other than how inappropriate it was for a professor to be showing naked pictures to one of his assistants and future grad students. Candice was still thinking what to do when her own naked image appeared. "Oh goddess," she murmured. "A real slut don't you think?" asked Prax who was suddenly behind Candice and she felt his hard erection poking at her ass through his pants and her skirt. Then his hands reached around to cup one of her breasts in each hand and pull the blonde back tighter against him. "Yes a total whore," Candice found herself saying as she ground her ass back into that hard bulge while thrusting out her chest to fill his hands with her boobs. "Do you think she likes to suck cock?" Prax inquired, giving the girl's nipples a tweak through her dress. "I know she wants to," replied Candice in a dreamy voice. "Then I think she should," whispered Prax in her ear. Without realizing what she had done, Candice found herself on her knees now facing Prax while her shaking hands undid his pants. She quickly freed his cock and slid it between her lips with a low moan of desire. Candice worked her mouth slowly down the hard, thick shaft until her pert little nose rubbed against Prax's stomach and she had the entire length of his cock down her throat. "That's a good slut," praised Prax. "Now, I want you to suck on my balls." Candice just nodded and slowly pulled her mouth back until the head of Prax's cock slipped from her mouth with the standard POP of a porn film. Holding the hard cock in her right hand, Candice lifted it up vertically and bent her head to engulf one of the large balls in her mouth. She doubted even her Aphrodite abilities would let her take both at the same time, so she contented herself with switching between the two heavy balls, licking and sucking all the while. After several minutes of this Candice licked her way up to the head of the cock and once more wrapped her soft lips around it. "Good little slut," moaned Prax. "Can I cum in your mouth?" Candice nodded her head, but Prax pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her in the face with it. I want to hear you say it," he ordered her. "Beg for my cum." "Please, I want you to cum in my mouth," moaned Candice, a little unheeded part of her brain wondering what in the hell she was doing. "I want you to fill my mouth and my stomach up with your jizz." "That will do for a start," agreed Prax. "After that, I am going to bend you over one of these lab tables and fuck your slutty little cunt." Candice just nodded and smiled at this as she went back to suckling on the cock whose sperm she suddenly wanted so desperately. Prax ran his fingers through the blonde's soft hair while he dragged out the blowjob as long as he could. It took a fair amount of effort on his part as the girl was really quite talented at cock sucking and the sight of his member sliding in and out of those full, sot lips was enticing. When he could hold it back no longer, Prax didn't bother to give any warning, but just began to unload his cum straight down the blonde's throat into her stomach. After a while, it began to fill up and then back up her throat until it bubbled out the corners of her mouth and her nose. "Now get those clothes off and spread your legs," ordered Candice who hurried to obey. If there had been anyone else there to see, they probably would have decided the hologram's skin tones were quite accurate, especially now that they were both naked. * * * Candice woke up with someone shaking her rather vigorously. "What? Who? Where?" she mumbled and tried to sit up, but found herself stuck to the top of one of the lab tables by some gooey white gunk that seemed to cover her body. "You forgot Why and How," said a female voice. Candice concentrated and this time managed to sit up by exerting some of her super strength. She looked around. "Why am I in the basement of the Engineering Building?" She looked down at her body. "And why am I naked?" "Those were questions I was going to pose to you," said Acting Dean Mary Chalmers. "One of the night janitors discovered you and called me." "Did he do this?" asked Candice as she dipped a finger into a puddle of the sticky white goo and realized with some sadness that she knew all too well what it was now. "Probably not," replied Mary. "He is 83 and swears he can't get it up any more, so he couldn't have done this. He also said rather wistfully that he really wished he could have though." "Then who?" asked Candice. "We are back to me hoping you could enlighten me," replied Mary. "What do you remember?" "Um," Candice paused and searched her memory only to find a lot of the last few days a little fuzzy. "I, um think I had an appointment with someone, maybe a professor? Something about a teaching assistant job?" "This lab is empty," said Mary gesturing around at the empty lab tables. "No one ever wants to be stuck down in the basement." Candice shrugged helplessly. "I'm sorry, but my memory seems to be like a piece of German Cheese right now." "Don't you mean Swiss Cheese?" asked Mary. "The one with the holes in it?" "Maybe," replied Candice, "but I was thinking about the stinky kind." Mary started to say something then hesitated. Her own memory was a little fuzzy about the last few days and that was making her sympathetic toward Candice's plight. There had been that hazy bit about waking up naked on top of her desk with Patricia beside her, so maybe asking a bunch of questions right now wasn't such a good idea. "I've got a private bathroom with a shower in my office upstairs" she said and held out a lab coat to Candice to cover herself with. When Candice stepped out of the shower an hour later and dressed in her own clothes, she found Mary waiting for her in the office with a cup of coffee for her. "Thanks," she said, taking the cup and perching on the edge of the Acting Dean's desk while she sipped at it. Mary sat down in her chair in front of her computer and swung the monitor around to face the young blonde student. "Does this look familiar?" Candice looked at the screen and read the job posting for a teaching assistant for a Dr. Xavier Rap. "Um, kind of some déja vu feeling, but nothing concrete." "Same with me," admitted Mary, "and apparently I authorized it." Candice stared blankly at the screen while she rearranged some letters in her mind. "Fuck," she muttered as realization dawned on just what, or rather who had happened to her. "What?" demanded Mary, sensing the girl had figured something out. Candice's brain raced. She couldn't explain about Prax to the Acting Dean without revealing her secret identity of Champion Girl. "Er, I was just wondering if I took my birth control pills this month," she improvised. "I was concentrating so much on the upcoming exams that it might have slipped my mind." Mary didn't think she believed that story, but saw no way to press her doubts without stepping over some privacy lines. Candice Graham was a very good student, perhaps the top student in her class, though a few of her male professors had seemed to mark her extremely hard compared to other students who possessed a pair of testicles. Mary felt a little ashamed that she had been concentrating so much on her own career that perhaps she had not done much to encourage and support female engineering students. "Look Candice, just go home and try and forget about what happened or didn't happen tonight. You didn't hear this from me, but I suspect Dean Rust will be back next term, which means I am going to be returning to my regular teaching duties and I am going to need a teaching assistant and we can talk about getting you into grad school. Having been Acting Dean, I know where a few skeletons are buried and I think I can probably wangle you a scholarship of some sort. No promises, but I will try." Candice stared at the woman, barely daring to believe what she had heard. "Why?" she finally got out. "Sometimes we girls have to stick together against the bastards," replied Mary, "especially when some of our ahem experiences might be so similar." The sun was just coming up as Candice walked out the main door of the Engineering Building. She was still rather pissed off at what Prax had done to her and she was going to get her own back if she could, but for now she would just enjoy the robins singing as she walked back to her apartment. The End