The Perverter: Target #9 Amazing Babe 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), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, The Aberration, 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 * * * "So, do you have any idea of what is up with Yumi?" asked Jessica Lockheart, aka Amazing Babe, as she paused a moment in inhaling the plateful of greasy French fries she was calling lunch. Carla Rogers, the heroine known as Shield, shrugged. "She has been acting weird and very secretive ever since she got nailed by that bastard Prax." The two young first year university students were sitting in a secluded corner of one of the many cafeterias at Delta City University. Carla's mind was only half on the Yumi issue as she ate her salad and watched her blonde friend wolf down what looked like several bushels of potatoes. "How can you eat like that and not put on weight so you look like the Blob?" "Who's the Blob?" asked Jessica wrinkling her perfect little nose in puzzlement. "He's an X-Men villain," explained Carla. "He's the fattest guy in comics and his main power seems to be sitting on people and being so fat he doesn't feel anything when punched." "I never read comics," snorted Jessica as she dipped an extra long French fry in ketchup and seemed to just swallow the entire thing as a whole which Carla tried charitably not to treat as an acquired skill from swallowing numerous large villain cocks. "I only read serious stuff," continued Jessica, oblivious to Carla's fascinated gaze and inner speculation. "Yu know, things like Glamour and Cosmo, only the online editions of course since print is so lame." "Yeah, serious stuff," agreed Carla diplomatically who had a collection of "Guns & Ammo" under her bed in the dorm and who considered the Punisher to be Marvels best character. "It's my high metabolism and sex," said Jessica after another half dozen fries had disappeared into the abyss of her stomach. "Pardon?" blinked Carla, not sure what to make of that last comment. "It doesn't seem to matter how much I eat or what," said Jessica. "My metabolism seems to burn up all the calories and all the sex I get as a heroine helps with that I think. The only side effect is I think my boobs are getting bigger." Carla looked at her friend's large boobs which were straining the skimpy t-shirt she was wearing without apparently any bra under it as Carla could make out Jessica's nipples with a little squinting. "If your girls get any larger, we are going to have to change your name to Amazing Dolly." Carla found herself squirming in her seat as she contemplated Jessica's breasts for a moment longer and then gave her head a shake. "Maybe you could go on Oprah with your Sex Diet. It would probably be a hit and no sillier than all the other fad diets." Jessica grinned at the idea and then looked sad when she glanced down at her now empty plate. "Yumi has been going out at nights, but not on patrol," she said, returning to their original topic. "How do you know?" asked Carla who suddenly was finding her very sensible salad option not as appealing as she had a few minutes ago. "I tried to follower her one night, but she gave me the slip," replied Jessica. "That's an invasion of her right to privacy," countered Carla. Jessica shrugged and Carla tried not to notice how that made the blonde's breasts move around under her shirt. "Well, have you got any ideas on what else we can do when she won't tell us?" asked the blonde. Carla sighed. "I tried to follow her too," she admitted, keeping her gaze downwards on her food. "She gave me the slip and she was never that good at being sneaky before." "I don't know what else we can do then," replied Jessica. "She will tell us when she is good and ready. Did you read that email update from Ms. Americana?" "yep," said Carla. "Since the last She Legion meeting it looks like Prax has banged Spectre Girl, Champion Girl, Wolf Woman and now both the Got Gals. The bastard sure has stamina." "I find it incredible he got all of them even after they were warned," replied Jessica. "I tell you something right now, he is not going to get me. No chance, not in a million years will he get his grubby hands on this sexy bod" "Did you read the part about the increased pheromone production of the heroines who Prax fucked?" asked Carla. "Yeah, the details on how they discovered that were a bit sketchy," replied Jessica. "Just that they went to see Professor Werder. Maybe they just timed how long it took the old coot to get a boner when they came in the room. My record with him is 11 seconds." "Let's hope you don't get a chance to break that record," said Carla dryly. "I suppose though it's a good thing Yumi is in a room by herself right now as part of her being secretive." "Uh huh," agreed Jessica as she cast a longing glance over towards the serving line and thought about a second plate of fries. Currently Carla and Jessica were sharing a room while Yumi was by herself in the room next to them. Depending on their class schedules and other factors, the three friends often swapped rooms, though they were in and out of the two rooms so much that it didn't really matter where they slept. It was just very convenient to have a fellow heroine as a roommate, so you didn't have to explain why you were sneaking out the dorm window after dark. Of course, sneaking out dorm windows had other causes than being a superheroine, but the utility belts and grappling hooks were still hard to explain to normal folk. There should have been a fourth person in the two rooms, but Sally had dropped out and gone home to Montana after three weeks. At least, Jessica hoped that was what had happened and that the girl hadn't been swallowed up by some interdimensional rift which she was sure only happened in Buffy. Things like that didn't happen in the real world after all. Ok, maybe they did every other week in Delta City, but Jessica was pretty sure Sally was ok, though she made a mental note to send her a text later just to make sure. "Ms. Americana also said that Hexanna has been researching Prax like she said she would," said Carla. "It looks like Prax is a shape shifter which helps to explain his success to date. He seems to fuzz up everyone's memories after he does them but Spectre Girl insists that Wendy Darlington was there when the sleep over orgy went down and yet Wendy was in Europe at the time or at least on a plane back from Europe." "Well the shape shifting might explain something that happened to me," replied Jessica. "No, Prax has not got to me and like I said, he hasn't got a chance, but I did get called into Professor Gregory's office yesterday." "You mean the asshole who made those racist comments to Yumi?" asked Carla. "I would have told the bastard to go fuck himself except there is no way to do that with a three inch dick." "I made that part up," replied Jessica. "I have never seen how big his dick is since I am a straight A student without having to get on my knees. Anyway, the reason he called me in was to ask why I had asked to switch sections. He said I was the fifth student to make that request in the last week and he wanted to try and understand why." Carla rolled her eyes. "Like being a white supremacist is not reason enough?" "That's the thing," replied Jessica. "He claims he never said any such thing and when I told him I was there and heard him, he said he was in Germany that week at a conference and couldn't possibly have been the one to say those things to Yumi." "You believe him?" asked Carla skeptically. "Sounds to me like he is just trying to weasel out of the situation and save his job." Jessica shook her head. "He was telling the truth. I forgot he was away that week and I didn't have History class, er mainly because I skip so many of his boring lectures. I did check with half a dozen other students in his class and they all agreed he was not in the country that week." "So, that means it was all part of Prax's plan. Getting Yumi upset helped to make her more vulnerable to his advances somehow." "That's what it looks like," agreed Jessica. "Hmm, sometimes I forget there is more to you than a beautiful face and a big set of tits," said Carla with a smile. "I did mention I was a straight A student," smirked Jessica. "Not all beauty contest winners are airheads you know." "I know," said Carla, "but it's hard to focus on your brains when your nipples get hard and start poking through your shirt." Jessica looked down at her breasts and the offending nipples. "I lost my last bra the other night when I was on patrol. Some scuzbag stole my civilian clothes after I hid them in an alley to change into costume." "Well, we have a couple of hours until our next class," said Carla casually. "Why don't we go back to the dorm and work on that diet of yours?" "Diet?" replied Jessica, who was puzzled for a moment before the light went on. "Oh yes, I definitely need to work on my diet and that double headed dildo I just bought should be just the thing to help us with our workout." * * * Lydia Borden climbed to the bottom of the ladder in the basement of Sanctuary and stopped to strip and put on her Night Raven costume. She had become restless and unsure of her purpose in life ever since the encounter with Prax and the possible truths it had exposed. Perhaps it was seeking a purpose that drew her back to these tunnels and volunteering to help protect Guardian and the reset mechanism. It could also be something darker, but her mind shied away from consideration of that possibility. When Night Raven reached the door to the apartment Elsa shared with Kellog, she paused for a moment, listening to the voices emanating from within. "That's it, fuck my ass you ugly son of a mutoid," came Elsa's accented voice. There was a pause before the large mutoid replied as if he had been thinking. "Actually since I am among the first generation of mutoids created by Dragon Queen herself and not sprung from the rape of one of the heroines, I am not sure that the term son of a mutoid is appropriate. I suppose you could say that my mother was a vat of chemicals and DNA and father was the radiation Dragon Queen used to activate it and create myself and my brothers." There was an even longer pause and then Elsa spoke again. "Which part of fuck my ass didn't you understand?" "Yes dear, commencing fucking of your anal orifice." Despite herself, Night Raven smiled and then moved on. Those two made a strange pair. Was a large cock enough to create a lasting and meaningful relationship? On the other hand, the mutoid seemed to have genuine affection for the ex or at least hopefully ex neo Nazi. Elsa didn't seem to want to admit any affection in return which brought it back to whether a large cock was enough or not. Night Raven paused again outside of the door in which Guardian and the reset device were and debated about going in and asking to talk to Bat Broad as Ms. Americana had done with her one time sidekick Liberty Babe, but she just didn't have the courage to face that yet. Wandering down the hall, Night Raven peeked into some of the other rooms that appeared abandoned with only a few lonely reminders such as a blanket or a picture to indicate someone had once lived there. In one room, Night Raven saw a newspaper clipping taped to the wall and felt the world start to spin around her and take her to her knees. Unable to stand and with tears forming in her eyes, Night Raven crawled to the clipping and stared at it. The clipping was the same as the one that had been sent her, showing the smiling and confident Bat Broad. Was that her? Was it her Mother? Sobbing, Night raven stumbled to her feat and backed towards the door. Besides the clipping there was little else in the room, a few blankets, a pillow, a trashy romance novel lying open where it had been left and nothing else. There was one other thing though and Night Raven stepped on it. Looking down, she saw something small and black on a chain. She bent to pick it up and saw it was a bat made out of some kind of pure black metal. As if it needed clinching, there was no doubt now whose room this had once been. Clutching the small bat in her hand, Night Raven fled the room and rand down the tunnel. She needed to get away from here. She needed something. She knew what that something was and it scared her even more than the thought of staying in that room did, but still she ran on as if seeking it. * * * For Harry Daniels, it was a beautiful sunny day in Delta City. For Chloe it was a horrible, terrifying day. Like everything, it depends on your perspective. Harry's perspective was from the 23rd floor of the Cordova building where he was washing windows, tethered securely to his scaffolding and whistling a tune he couldn't remember the name of. Chloe's perspective was from the top of the Henderson building across the street where she was dangling most insecurely from the grip of the maniac who had grabbed her in the parking lot of her therapist and somehow transported her to her current precarious perch. "Tellme where it is and I will let you go," said Bob, tightening his grip on her throat. "I don't know what you are talking about," squeaked Chloe as she cast a terrified gaze at the ground far below. She wasn't sure which scared her the most, the man's calm features or how far above the ground she was being dangled. "That's a lie," replied Bob calmly. "You posted on your Facebook page that you were and I quote ‘finding peace at Sanctuary'. I just want to find the same kind of peace, so please tell me where it is and it will be all over for you." "Go fuck yourself," snapped Chloe despite her fear. "I saw that Arnold movie and I am not stupid. I tell you where Sanctuary is and you let me go alright, about fifty stories down to the ground and splat like a pumpkin hit by a sledgehammer. No deal." "oSince you are so clever," smiled Bob, "I will have to try another tact." He stepped back from the edge of the building and Chloe felt a momentary surge of relief run through her body. That feeling of relief ended when Bob's strong hands shredded her shirt and he leered at her large and now exposed breasts. He proceeded to secure a grip on her skirt in preparation of ripping it off, taking time to pause and savour the situation. "You probably don't want to do that," gasped Chloe. "Oh, but I do," countered Bob and ripped her skirt and panties off with one savage yank. He started to leer down at her pussy and froze in mid leer as an erect cock was leering back at him. "I told you that you didn't want to do that," laughed Chloe despite her exposure and continued danger. "Now you see why I needed Sanctuary where they accepted me for what I am and why I will never betray it. How about it Mr. Macho? You want to get up close and personal with my little secret? I think it likes you." Bob snarled an incoherent reply and threw Chloe over the edge of the building. * * * "Excuse me, but have you ever considered modelling?" Jessica looked up at the sound of the female voice and saw a small, brown haired woman standing next to her table. Carla was in a class and Yumi was still being secretive, so she had ben forced to eat alone. She subconsciously knew that she didn't really have to eat alone and that a smile from her would bring any male in the cafeteria to her table, but that would have been cheating. She had a boyfriend back in her small home town and "fooling around" with another boy would just be wrong. Her little interludes with Carla and Yumi didn't really count, or so she hoped. Those were just about girls experimenting a little as they were expected to in college. Jessica was sure she was totally straight, though she couldn't explain the odd flashes of a strange red haired woman that showed up in her dreams and even sometimes in her waking mind and the feelings of both love and loss that went with them. [Author's Note: This is a not so subtle crossover reference to Silkcords' Witchfire where Jessica and the red haired witch were an item. In this reality, Witchfire was banished from Delta City when the demons triggered the reset device back in Delta City PI #22 and has yet to return. This wiped out all but the most deeply subconscious memories Jessica has for Witchfire. Keep an eye open for the return of Silkcords and Witchfire in the not too distant future!] "I beg your pardon?" asked Jessica, not sure the woman had actually addressed the question to her and hadn't been speaking into the cell phone she held in one hand. "I was just wondering if you had ever done any modelling," repeated the woman. "My name is Valerie Decroix and I am a professional photographer. You would be absolutely perfect for the photo shoot I have in mind. I was on campus to post a call for candidates when I saw you sitting there and knew I had found the perfect model." "Really?" asked Jessica flattered. "I did win a couple of beauty contests which is how I got a scholarship to university, but I didn't think I had the right body type for modelling." She was actually quite proud of her body, but her upbringing had warned her against vanity. It was an internal struggle in which she was having difficulty reconciling the two ideas. She had only recently, at the urging of Yumi and Carla, taken to wearing more provocative clothes such as this top which suddenly felt a little too revealing. Jessica couldn't help but glance down at her chest at this point where her large breasts seemed like they were threatening to burst out of the top. She also noticed the woman's gaze had shifted to stare at her breasts as well. The woman drew her gaze reluctantly back to Jessica's eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "It's true in the past that magazines have favoured skinny models with eating disorders, but these days they are looking for diverse body types. Your um attributes are exactly what I need and it is pretty clear you don't have an eating disorder." Jessica looked down at the plate in front of her and the last half of the second cheeseburger she had been in the process of demolishing along with another healthy order of fries. "Why me though?" she asked. "I mean Delta City is full of er well endowed women" "All I can say is that I have a proven track record for spotting talent," replied Valerie. "To be blunt, yes there are hundreds or even thousands of large busted, beautiful women in this city. I don't know why, whether it is something in the water or whatever, but Delta City seems to produce them like flies. Still, there is something special, something unique about you, a mixture of sexuality and innocence that I think will make you a sensational model." Despite her determination not to let her vanity rule her, Jessica couldn't help but preen a bit mentally at the woman's words. Still, a bit of caution remained to her. "What kind of modelling are we talking about?" she asked, suddenly remembering she should be suspicious of strangers with Prax on the prowl. "Oh clothes of all types," said Valerie, "everything from outerwear to swimming suits and lingerie. We don't do nudes of course since the object is to show off the clothes and not the woman." She took out a business card and put it on the table next to Jessica's plate. "Look, I know you need to be suspicious of random strangers just coming up to you out of the blue with a corny line about modelling, but I am totally serious. Take my card and think it over then give me a call if you want to give it a try. The URL for our website is on the card and you can see samples of the type of work we do." With that, the woman was gone and Jessica just sat there staring at the card for a moment before she remembered her cheese burger and returned her attention to it. * * * Night Raven heard the sounds of voices, laughter and moaning coming from ahead of her and even in her upset state, she had enough caution to slow down and peer around the corner after hanging the little bat figurine around her neck by its chain. What she saw was an orgy and both mesmerized and lured by the sight, she moved closer to see it better. Suddenly, she saw a large, naked mutoid walking toward her with his massive, green, slimy cock erect and bobbing up and down as he moved. He then did something totally unexpected as instead of attacking her, he paused and started to count the women in the room. "…. Eleven, twelve." He then seemed to do a quick recount and turned back to Night Raven. "You are real?" he asked. Night Raven suddenly realized she had stumbled into the group of mutoids that Professor Werder had given one of his holographic set-ups too in order to keep them occupied. Looking around, she could see they were definitely occupied. Three of the huge mutoids were currently banging all three holes of a Shield hologram with the one in her mouth shooting his impressive load even as Night Raven watched and saw the simulacrum of her fellow heroine gulp and swallow it all. Another group of mutoids were gathered around two Omega Women and jerking their cocks as the two women made love. Looking closer, Night Raven saw that one of the Omega Women had been equipped with a large cock and was fucking the other one. Apparently the good professor had been doing some upgrades to his programming as something like that had not been in the specifications for the system that Night Raven had seen. In another part of the room holograms of Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were being fucked doggy style while facing each other and their lips locked together. "Yes, I'm real," replied Night Raven to the mutoid, tearing her eyes away from the various scenes of debauchery. "I thought so," said the mutoid. "Sometimes it is easy to count wrong in all the action going on. We got in real trouble with Kellog that one time when Amazing Babe wandered in and we didn't realize she was real. It was kind of a freak accident because we were doing an all Amazing Babe marathon at the time." "Yeah, she told me about it," replied Night Raven. "I don't see any of me," she went on, not sure if she was relieved or annoyed. The mutoid shrugged and a little spurt of precum flew out of his cock and splashed onto Night Raven's boot. "My name is Roarke by the way. Don't worry, you are real popular with the guys and there are usually one or two of you getting fucked at any one time, but you just caught us at a bad time today." "How do you find the holograms?" asked Night Raven curiously. "I Er, I mean how do they compare to the real thing?" Roarke shrugged again and Night Raven felt herself licking her lips at the movement it sent into his hard cock. "It's pretty hard to tell the difference, but you can a little. It's hard to explain, but the professor doesn't quite have the feel of a pussy wrapped around your cock totally right yet. Damned close though." Night Raven heard herself whimper. After the upset she had in finding Bat Broad's pathetic, little room, she desperately wanted something to take her mind off it. She hadn't been sure exactly what that something was, but she decided that maybe she was looking at it. "How would you like to try the real thing today?" she asked. Roarke looked surprised. "This isn't some kind of trick is it? I don't want to get in trouble with Kellog again. Last time he punched me so hard, my head just about came off." "No trick," affirmed Night Raven. "I need to get fucked real bad and real hard. Can you do that?" "Is the pope polish?" asked Roarke as he stroked his cock. "Actually, that was the last one or maybe the one before that," replied Night Raven. I would tell you that you should get out more, but that's probably not a good idea considering your proclivities when you do venture up to the surface." "How do you want it?" asked Roarke. "Kellog has been making us watch some Oprah shows and she said the modern man is sensitive to the needs of his woman." "How about you rip this costume off me and just rape the fuck out of me like in the old days?" suggested Night Raven. "Works for me," agreed Roarke as he reached out a large hand, and shredded the skimpy black outfit from the heroine with a few tugs. "Fucking nice tits, just like I remembered," he said as he began to squeeze them roughly. He noticed the look of surprise on Night Raven's face and laughed. "Yeah, I was one of the gang who captured you that time when you came down into the tunnels. I loved fucking your tits and you had a cunt that wouldn't quit until it had milked every drop of cum from my balls." This might not have been the wisest decision she ever made, thought Night Raven as she was thrown to the floor and the mutoid straddled her chest and slid his cock between her breasts, but it might be just what I need right now and I will worry about turning into a nymphomaniac later. For now, she contented herself with smiling up at the mutoid and wrapping her boobs tightly about his cock as he began to slide back and forth between them. Her tongue flicked out to lick the head of his wonderful, disgusting cock as it slid up toward her face on each stroke. Yes, I will worry about it later. Much later. * * * Chloe started to scream and wished she had a longer and happier life to flash in front of her eyes as she fell. The thought that flashed uppermost in her mind, however, was how fucking embarrassing it was going to be to be found naked on the street with her secret exposed for all the gawkers. She figured if she wasn't already dead, she would have died from embarrassment at that point. "Got you," sang a bright female voice about ten stories above the ground and Chloe felt strong arms close around her body. Chloe glanced up into the face of the woman who had caught her and saw the bright blue hair. "BB!" she exclaimed in recognition of one of the other girls she had often seen in Sanctuary. "What? How?" "My friend Harry saw you fighting with someone at the top of the building and called me," replied BB. "I mean he didn't know you or what it was about, but he didn't like the looks of things." Chloe started to ask who the hell Harry was and then stopped herself as BB flew by the waving window washer who gave her a thumbs up. "Um, not that I am not grateful or anything," said Chloe as she looked around from Harry to the many windows of the towering buildings of downtown Delta City that surrounded them, "but I am kind of naked here and I am not that keen on putting on a show for all these people." "Oh sorry," replied BB as she took a look at Chloe's body and started to rise rapidly. "Um, Chloe," the blue haired flyer asked after a few seconds of frantic thought.. "Yes BB?" asked Chloe. "I um, didn't know you had a cock." "I generally don't go around waving it in public like an advertisement," replied Chloe. "Does it bother you?" she asked anxiously. "Um, not really I guess," responded BB. "I mean what equipment a person has is their own business and all of that, but it is um very erect." "Sorry BB, you know how the whole Aphrodite gene business works," replied Chloe. "My body just knows it is naked and figures this is how it should react to that." "Hmmm," said BB as they flew higher, now well above the tops of the tallest buildings. "I have been trying to decide if I like sex or not," went on the blue haired girl, "but my body is trying to tell me things right now too. Have you ever heard of the mile high club?" Chloe's eyes went wide with surprise. "Isn't that where you have sex in an airplane?" "I am not sure technically an airplane is required," replied BB s she bent her head down and wrapped her lips around the head of Chloe's large cock head. * * * Jessica was impressed when she opened the door to the Decroix Modelling Agency office. She had half expected some tawdry, decrepit dump, but it was anything but that. The room she entered was a reception area painted a light pastel blue with tastefully hung paintings and a darker blue rug that was so thick you almost could get sea sick walking over it. The woman behind the large reception desk looked Hawaiian though there were blonde highlights in her coal black hair which made her look even more exotic. "Can I help you Miss?" asked the woman in a musical voice. This sure doesn't look like a set-up by Prax, thought Jessica as she advanced across the rug. "My name is Jessica Lockheart, Ms. Decroix gave me her card and invited me to drop in and see her to discuss my modelling for her." "I see," replied the receptionist who looked Jessica over and licked her lips before pressing a button on her desk. "Ms. Decroix, there is a young lady named Jessica Lockheart here to see you." "Send her into the studio please Alani," came what sounded like Valerie Decroix's voice over the speaker. "Please go through that door," said Alani pointing to the rightmost of three doors along one wall. Jessica thanked the woman and turned to the indicated door and with her back turned, didn't see the receptionist staring blatantly at her ass. The studio turned out to be a large room with half a dozen bright lights gathered in a semi circle about the center with several cameras mounted on tripods spread out among them. A large green screen covered much of one wall and Valerie Decroix with a camera in hand welcomed Jessica with a huge smile. "I am so glad you decided to give this a try," she said. "I wasn't sure you were legit," replied Jessica, "but I looked you up online and you have been in business for several years with good reviews." "The Decroix Modelling Agency is very reputable," agreed Valerie out loud. To herself, she was thinking it was too bad for Jessica that the real Valerie Decroix is working on a special shoot in China and doesn't know I have borrowed her studio. The funny thing is that Alani is the real receptionist for the real Ms. Decroix and had been pissed at being left behind to staff the office while everyone else got a trip to China. From what Alani told me about Ms. Decroix, the woman has a lot in common with me and would likely approve of my strategy as it is very similar to what has gone down in this studio many times previously much to Alani's enjoyment. It certainly hadn't taken much to convince the receptionist to go along with this scheme. Returning to the moment from her thoughts, Valerie went on. "I am sure of my judgement, but we will start with some simple pictures of you in various outfits to let me establish that for certain." Jessica nodded her understanding and the woman she thought was Valerie Decroix continued. "If you will go into the changing room, my assistant Belle will show you the first outfit and help you get ready." Yes, Alani had even been able to provide a friend of hers to help with the plan. In the change room, Jessica found a petite African-American woman who smiled at her and held out a nicely tailored business suit. Jessica, still trying to retain some vigilance, had half expected some kind of bikini or sexy lingerie, but this outfit was about as far from that as you could get. It looked like something a successful businesswoman would wear to a board meeting. Belle helped her into it and Jessica went back into the studio where the green wall now showed a city landscape. "That outfit is from a designer label that specializes in business clothes for the professional," said Valery looking Jessica up and down. "I want to photograph it in a business environment," and she pointed to the screen with a view of Wall Street. She had Jessica turn this way and that while taking several dozen pictures and then sent her back to Belle for the next outfit. Belle helped Jessica off with the first outfit and feeling exhilarated by the experience, the blonde decided it was her imagination when she thought the girl's hands linger just a bit too long or accidently brushed over her breasts and ass. The second outfit was a total change from the first, a pair of designer jeans that probably cost as much as her tuition for a semester and a stretchy t-shirt. The top had a scoop neck that showed off a little, but not much cleavage and when Jessica returned to the studio, she found the background screen displaying Delta City University. "You look marvelous," said Valerie as she started taking pictures. After a dozen or so, the other woman moved closer and adjusted the top just a bit to show more cleavage. Jessica felt a little uncomfortable with the woman's fingers so close to her breasts, but Valerie was totally professional and stepped back to check the change critically before taking more pictures. "Those skinny girls can't do that top justice," she said as she took picture after picture. The third outfit was definitely a little more revealing. It was a bright yellow sun dress cut low in the front, but about knee length. "No bra for that dress," said Belle studying the dress carefully and the girl's eyes seemed to light up when she saw Jessica's impressive, large orbs. "My nipples are showing!" protested Jessica looking down at herself. "Hmm, I guess modeling for the first time has got you a bit excited," giggled Belle. "Well, there is an old trick for that," and she brought out a roll of white tape and before Jessica could protest, the girl pulled the top down to expose the blonde's hard nipples and then covered them with a bit of tape, being careful to press it on hard to make sure it stuck. Jessica couldn't help but moan softly as her nipples always had been very sensitive and this got another giggle from Belle. "I know it is a cliché, but you could cut glass with those babies." Jessica went back into the studio feeling a little light headed now and more than a touch horny. Besides the background screen, Valerie had dragged in an actual physical prop from somewhere. There was a wood park bench for Jessica to sit on while Valerie moved around and took pictures from all angles. "Pretend you are feeding the pigeons," she told Jessica and snapped a few more shots. "Bend lower please, we need to make this look more realistic. Jessica never noticed when a bit of areole peeked out the top, but Valerie did and smiled. The fourth outfit was the bikini that Jessica had anticipated at the start of the photoshoot, but now she slipped into it with a dreamy look on her face and never noticed the little squeeze that Belle gave to each boob as she helped her into it. The swimsuit couldn't get much skimpier and still cover all the essential bits. It was a royal blue that tied in the front, while the bottoms had two ties, one on each hip to link the miniscule front and back patches. The result was the wearer appeared naked from toes to top when seen side on except for the thin cords. The background this time was that of a sunny, sandy beach. After taking several pictures, Valerie frowned and stopped. "This isn't quite right," she said. "It needs something more, but I'm not sure what. She tried a few more pictures with Jessica holding a beachball. "That's not quite right either," she complained. "Your boobs make the beachball look small." After a little more thought, the brown haired photographer had Jessica drop the ball and try something else. "Play with the string that holds your top closed," she directed the blonde. When Jessica hesitated, Valerie went on. "Oh, I'm not wanting you to take it off or anything like that. Just play with the knot as if you ere thinking of doing it, teasing all the people who will be looking at your pictures." Jessica hesitated a bit more then began to fiddle with the knot, slowly pulling on one string as Valerie smiled encouragement and went back to snapping pictures. "Great! Perfect!" she told Jessica. "That's it, just imagine all those horny men and women looking at you, hoping you will untie that knot and let your top drop to the ground." A shiver ran through Jessica as she imagined what Valerie was saying. It was disgusting. It was degrading. It was so very damn hot and she knew her pussy was starting to get wet at the thought of it. In fact, she was thinking about it so much that she pulled the string a little too hard and the knot slipped. The world held its breath as the only thing holding the bikini top on the blonde was gravity as the cups rested on the ample slopes of her breasts. With a start, Jessica made a grab for the loose ends, covering her breasts with her arms and scurried for the change room. "Almost there," whispered Valerie to herself as she watched Jessica's panicked retreat. "I think the next outfit should about do it." In the change room, Jessica sank down onto a bench breathing hard with her heart racing. What had she been thinking? Damn, she knew all too well what she had been thinking and that was the problem. Her thoughts were now interrupted by Belle holding up the next outfit. "Isn't it lovely," exclaimed the woman displaying a nearly sheer black negligee that also looked ridiculously short. "I can't possibly wear that," wailed Jessica while a part of her found it could hardly wait to see what she looked like in it. "Sure you can," said Belle. "If you are going to be a professional model, you will need to model lingerie. It's not like you are going to be naked or performing sex acts is it?" "No, I guess not," conceded Jessica as she finished removing the bikini and reached for the negligee. "At least not yet," amended Belle, but she didn't say that aloud and contented herself with the arousing sight of the naked blonde in front of her. She was being well paid for this gig, but right about now as she looked at Jessica's naked body, she would have done it for free knowing what was coming soon. When Jessica somewhat timidly returned to the studio, she found a large bed was now located in the center of the ring of cameras and lights. "What's that for?" she demanded to Valerie as she stopped dead a dozen feet from the thing. Valerie looked surprised and puzzled. She glanced up from her camera to look at Jessica and follow her gaze to the bed. "Oh you mean the bed? Well you are modelling lingerie, so of course we need a bed as a prop. It's not like we can take lingerie pictures in a museum or a school is it? Most people don't wear lingerie while peeling potatoes in the kitchen, so a bed makes perfect sense don't you think?" "I, I suppose so," agreed Jessica as she slowly approached the bed with its crisp lilac silk sheets. "You are doing great," said Valerie, once more smiling widely. "We've gone through all the basic types of clothing, business, casual, swimsuits … all that is left now is lingerie. Just get on the bed. We will start with some simple poses. I want you to kneel with your hands on your hips and smile at the camera as if you just saw your boyfriend enter the room, or girlfriend if that's the way you roll." Jessica nodded uncertainly and did as she was instructed. "Like this?" she asked. "Perfect," replied Valerie taking more pictures. "Now clasp your hands behind your head and thrust out your chest." Starting to relax once more, Jessica followed instructions, not realizing her hard nipples were now clearly visible through the sheer fabric as was the outline of her pussy. Valerie stopped shooting after a minute or so, however, and stood there frowning. "It's good, but it is too boring. Let me think for a moment." After a minute of contemplation, Valerie snapped her fingers. "I have it. We will turn it into a girl's sleepover lingerie party. It will be perfect. There are several pieces of lingerie I have to shoot and you can only wear one at a time anyway. Alani, Belle," she called. "I need you two to help with the shoot. Put on outfits E2 and E3 and join us in the studio please." "Huh?" said a confused Jessica, but before she could mount any further protest, the door to the change room opened and Alani and Belle rushed in and Jessica wondered how they had managed to change so quickly. It was almost like they had anticipated Valerie's idea. She opened her mouth once more to protest, but already the other two women were on the bed, one on either side of her. In fact, they were so close to her that their hips touched and sent an almost electric thrill through the blonde's body at their contact. Alani was wearing a dark crimson bra and panty set and had a matching flower braided into her dark hair. Belle was wearing a pure white camisole that contrasted wonderfully with her dark skin. "Oh you three are perfect together," gasped Valerie as she began to snap pictures. "Now how about a little pillow fight between you girls?" Jessica was still kneeling there and taken off guard unmoving when both Alani and Belle grabbed big fluffy pillows and whacked her with them. In an almost instinctive act of self defence, Jessica dived for her own pillow and came up swinging. Laughing, Alani tackled the blonde and they fell back onto the sheets wrestling, their half clad bodies rubbing together sensuously. The two women ended up with their faces inches apart and when Alani leaned forward and kissed Jessica, she returned the kiss without thinking about it. "Oh, that is hot you naughty girls," said Valerie as she snapped pictures of the two women kissing. A smirking Belle slipped up behind Jessica and slowly and gently began to slide the negligee over the blonde's shoulders while Valerie snapped more pictures. Totally unaware at first in her clinch with Alani, Jessica's negligee was pulled down until her full, young breasts were revealed to the camera for the first time. Belle continued to pull the negligee down and with deft hands managed to shift Jessica's body enough to slip it entirely off and leave the blonde naked. "Truly amazing," whispered Valerie as she continued to take pictures while Belle cupped one of Jessica's breasts in each hand, her dark fingers standing out in contrast against the pale flesh of Jessica's breasts. The next thing Jessica knew, she was being gently pressed down onto her back on the bed. Her legs were spread apart and Belle quickly moved between them and began to lap at her pussy. Jessica gave a moan of pleasure and then looked up to see Alani's shaved cunt descending towards her face. She gave a muffled exclamation as the dripping pussy settled on her mouth and then her finely honed Aphrodite instincts took over and she hungrily began to probe the other woman's pussy with her tongue. "Now that's entertainment," giggled Valerie as she moved around the bed and sometimes crawled on top of it right next to the threesome to get good close-ups of the action. It appeared that despite her protests about really being straight, Jessica was a better pussy licker than Belle who was a professional call girl and adult film actress. The dark skinned woman had done dozens of pornos, but it was Jessica who made Alani cum first and squirt her honey all over the blonde's face. Belle was no slouch, however, as she lost the race by only a few seconds and Jessica began to squirt her juices with a velocity and amount that took the woman by surprise and half drowned her. With Jessica, now more than primed, the other two women withdrew reluctantly from the bed as had been prearranged. Valerie put down the camera and let her body change shape into its more familiar dark haired male shape. Cock in hand, Prax got on the bed and crawled on top of the still recovering Jessica. Blearily through a fog of orgasmic bliss, Jessica looked up at the man on top of her and then before she could formulate a thought, she felt his cock sink deep inside her pussy in one hard thrust. "You, you're Prax!" she gasped. "I was watching out for you." "Apparently not hard enough," replied Prax, "though your antics have certainly made me hard enough. I suggest you just relax and enjoy the ride like all the others have so far."" "You, you bastard," moaned Jessica as she felt the man or imp or whatever he was supposed to be start to slam his cock in and out of her fast and hard. "Do you really want me to stop?" asked Prax after a couple of dozen strokes that left Jessica a moaning, quivering wreck. "No," gasped Jessica. "Fuck me! Goddess, your cock feels so good inside me. Don't you dare stop now!" "You truly are amazing babe," laughed Prax as he resumed his fucking of the blonde under him. He laughed again when he felt the woman's long legs wrap around him and draw him in deeper. He hadn't been lying when he called her amazing. The blonde had one of the tightest, warmest pussies he had ever fucked and there was no way to hold out for long in her velvet soft grasp on his cock. With a loud scream, Prax came and began to empty his load into the blonde until she couldn't contain all the cum inside her and it began to dribble out onto the sheets. "Let's give that mouth of yours a try now shall we?" suggested Prax as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and waved it in Jessica's face. The blonde didn't bother to respond with words, but simply opened her lips and took his glistening member, wet with cum and her own juices, into her mouth. * * * "Hey Jessica, wake up!" Jessica opened her eyes and stared into the face of Carla in her Shield costume. "What happened? Where the hell am I?" "You're at some modelling agency and I think you've been Praxed to put it politely," replied Shield. "Praxed?" asked a puzzled Jessica who sat up and realized for the first time she was lying on a bed and then looking down at her body saw the all too familiar sight of crusted cum on her boobs and more cock slime dribbling out of her pussy. "Oh fuck, I don't remember much. I think there was a photographer and a couple of other women …," her voice trailed off uncertainly. "Well, the photographer kind of explains these," said Shield as she had picked up a large brown envelope and was flipping through the contents. Oh my!" she exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Jessica as she snatched the envelope and contents from her friend and saw she was holding a stack of photos. The "oh my!" comment had been inspired by a picture showing a dark haired man with a very large cock fucking her breasts and cumming. The picture had somehow captured the huge wad of cum in mid air headed for Jessica's face with just the first small drop impacting her skin. Jessica quickly thumbed through the other photos that showed the man fucking her face, pussy and ass while others showed her making out with a pair of women. "Oh, there is a note," said Shield picking up a piece of paper that had dropped when Jessica had snatched the photos from her hand. Ignoring Jessica's outstretched hand, Carla read the note out loud. "Hey Jessica, you were truly amazing babe. I am leaving the photos as a memento of our fun together. Don't worry, I have the only other copy and they are for my personal enjoyment only. I know you heroines are onto me now, but that just makes the game more fun doesn't it? Nine down and the rest of you to go. I can hardly wait. Hugs and kisses, Prax." "What a cocky bastard," snorted Carla, now handing Jessica the note to put with the photos. "Anyway, it is after midnight and this place is deserted, so we should get out of here before any night security guard types come by and we have to make awkward explanations as to why we are here and your condition." "I don't understand how you found me though," said Jessica looking around in vain for the clothes she had worn to the agency. "Well when you didn't meet up with me to go on patrol like we had agreed, I used the GPS on your phone to track you down," replied Carla as she held up Jessica's phone and gave it to her. "You can do that?" asked Jessica taking her phone from her friend. "Oh sure, no problem," Carla assured her glibly and not bothering to mention that she had installed a little tracking app on Jessica's phone without her permission in case of situations like this. She just wished she had been able to do the same with Yumi's phone so she could track her other friend's mysterious activities. What were friends for if you couldn't snoop into their private lives? "I found your phone in the change room, but no sign of your street clothes," went on Carla. "I doubt you would want to put them on anyway until you cleaned up a bit, so let's just wrap a blanket around you and get out of here. I have a friend waiting on the street with a car to get us back to the dorm." A few minutes later, Carla bustled Jessica into the back of a car, pulled off her mask and began to put her street clothes on over her costume. "Ok Steve, take us back to the dorm please." "You got it," replied Steve Hodges, aka Captain Glory who had become Carla's partner on patrol at times when he wasn't cooking and doing most of the maintenance at Sanctuary. As the drive across town continued, Jessica tried to put the hazy fragments of her memory together to try and figure out how she had got into this mess, but wasn't having much luck. After a while, she noticed Carla was snuggling up against her tighter and beginning to run her hand over the blonde's thigh lightly. "What are you doing?" she finally had to whisper in a low a voice as she could so Steve wouldn't hear. "I'm just thinking how sexy and hot you look," said Carla leaning in and kissing Jessica on the lips. "Stop that," cried Jessica and pushed her friend away "I am a cum covered mess. I am disgusting. How could you possibly think I look hot?" "Oh damn," muttered Carla. "Remember Ms. Americana's message about the increased pheromone levels? I think they are starting to affect me already." "You think?" demanded Jessica as she looked down to where Carla's hand had already stolen back and cupped one of her breasts. The two girls tried their best to fight the growing lust they felt and never noticed the two red lights Steve went through on the mainly deserted streets on the way back to the university. He screeched to a halt outside their dorm and the two girls hustled inside, Jessica holding the blanket tight around her naked body. "Hey looks like you had a great time Jessica baby," said Jeff, one of the football jocks as he entered the lobby after them. "My room number is 809, come and see me if you want some more of the fun you look like you had." He gave Jessica's body a closer inspection, or at least the parts of it he could see and added. "After you get cleaned up of course." Jessica gave him the finger and Carla pushed him out of the elevator when he tried to get in it with them. "It is all I can do to keep from ripping that blanket off and taking you right here and now in this elevator," moaned Carla. "It's a damn good thing the pheromones didn't affect Steve." Outside in his car, Steve sat gripping the steering wheel as hard as he could with both hands. His grip was hard enough to leave impressions in the metal and he was breathing deeply trying to control himself. Another ten seconds in the car with those two and he was certain he wouldn't have been able to contain his lust any longer. Images of himself fucking both Jessica and Carla flitted through his mind for a moment before he thrust them aside and started to drive back to Sanctuary. He needed a long and very cold shower. The End