Social Distancing Comes to Delta City By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and 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) and the rest of the heroines in this story are the creation and property of Mr. X who generously allows others to use them. Likewise Commissioner Borden and all the villains such as Dragon Queen are Mr. X characters. One exception is King Pimp. I am not sure who created him, but he has appeared in numerous stories, so I took him to be in the 'public domain" as sort of the generic pimp of Delta City. If I violated anyone's copyright with him, you have my apologies and all the monopoly money I have. There are a few minor supporting characters that I created. You can send any and all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com [Author's Note: Yeah, I know the whole virus pandemic thing is serious, but it did give me an idea for a story. Hopefully it helps a few people pass the time.] "ok, is everyone here?" asked Dragon Queen as she stared into her computer screen. "I'm here sweetcakes," smirked the Geek. "The Bilbo Brothers are here and ready to rumble," put in Bart Bilbo and Biff Bilbo, sitting beside his brother, nodded his agreement. "Jahvohl," asserted Council Commander. "I object to him being here," said Baron Von Stiga. "I am the new head of the Council and he is just an illigitimate has been leader of a splinter group." "I am the true leader of the New Reich!" yelled Council Commander. "He is a worthless usurper." "Oh shut up both of you," snapped Dragon Queen. "If you can't put aside your petty differences and work together for the common evil then you might as well join the do gooder heroes." Both men fell into a grudging silence. "Lord Power is here," said the half man, halfmachine cyborg. "Meow," purred Kitty Kat. "I am here representing the pimps of Delta City," said King Pimp. "I'm here," said Captain Chloroform. "Ditto," said Professor Pervo. "Panthress is here and that is all that really matters," said the hermaphrodite villainess which brought a few scowls from some of the others who had a few issues with non binary villains. "I don't know if this stupid fucking thing is working," said Nightmare Witch. "I can't see anyone on the screen." "I told you that you have to upgrade from Windows XP," snapped the Geek. "It is incompatible with your web cam and you aren't getting security updates anymore which means you are wide open to hackers." "Hackers?" asked Nightmare Witch. "You mean people with a machete? If they come near me, I will turn them into frogs and boil them for supper." "No," replied the Geek, rolling his eyes. "I am talking about computer hackers, criminals who break into other people's computers. Fuck, some people are too stupid to have a computer." "Watch it nerd boy or you are going to end up in my pot," snapped Nightmare Witch. "Hmm, I'll just hex this fucking computer. Hang on a second." "You can't use magic to fix a computer," sneered the Geek. There was a crackle sound and suddenly Nightmare Witch 'sface appeared in its small window on the screen along with the others. "You were saying nerd boy?" snickered Nightmare Witch. "Computers are basically magic boxes to 99% of the people who use them, so why shouldn't my magic work?" "Ok, if that is all settled, let's get down to business shall we?" asked Dragon Queen. "Wait a second," said Captain Chloroform. "Who is this BigDick69 in the room participant list? Suddenly the screens of all the villains had the images of the participants replaced by a close-up of a large cock spewing sticky wads of cum. "It's a fucking Bomber," snarled the Geek. "I'll fix his ass for that." There was the sound of keys being clicked, followed by a loud scream and BigDick69 suddenly disappeared from the screen. Ok, we should be fine now," said the Geek with a smirk. "I fed all the power on his localgrid through his computer. I am betting he won't be fucking with anyone for a long time or even ever. Now, DQ set the fucking settings for this meeting to private will you?" "It should be private by default," grumbled Dragon Queen as she made the change. "I don't like all these Hackers and Bombers on my computer," complained Nightmare Witch. "Criminals shouldn't be allowed on the Internet!" There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Dragon Queen cleared her throat and went on. "Ok, the reason I called this meeting is to discuss what we can do in this time of crisis and social distancing due to the damned virus." "I don't want to catch a virus," said Nightmare Witch with a worried look. "Are you sure we can't get it from this video conference call?" "See my previous remark about some people being too stupid to own a computer," sneered the Geek. "Enough," said Dragon Queen. "Now as I was saying, this virus has created a crisis and ...," "You mean the Chinese virus," put in Council Commander. "I mean Covid 19," snarled Dragon Queen. "That is the official name given to it by the World Health Organization and that is what we will use." "Oh you just have your panties in a knot because you are ...," began Kitty Kat. "Finish that sentence and you will be found in my mutoid compost heap," snarled Dragon Queen. "Can we just get back to the reason for this meeting?" asked a bored looking Lord Power. "Fine," said Dragon Queen. "I was just going to say that as the illigitimate representatives of evil in Delta City, we have a duty to do our part in this time of crisis." "You aren't actually proposing that we do something to help the authorities?" goggled Professor Pervo. "Of course not," replied Dragon Queen scornfully. "All I am proposing is that we need to follow the social distancing rules in our attacks on the super sluts of Delta City. We can't risk any of us getting sick from the virus." "True," agreed King Pimp. "We are after all an essential service to the city." "Hmmm, the dumb bitches won't be expecting any trouble from us during this crisis," said Lord Power as he sat up straighter and looked thoughtful. "Precisely," said Dragon Queen. "We must devise attacks that we can carry out remotely until this crisis has passed." "And maybe provide us and the city with a little entertainment, put in the Geek. "Well at least if the city pays us for it that is." * * * "We got a parcel in the mail Ms. A," said Flag Girl walking into the control room of the Ms. Americana HQ in the private sub sub sub basement under the Wade building. Since the pandemic proclamation, the heroines had been operating more or less individully unless you counted sidekicks and they were avoiding She Legion HQ. "Who is it from? asked Ms. Americana, looking up from her monitor where she was switching from camera to camera in Delta City as she did a virtual patrol. "WHO," said Flag Girl reading the return address. "That's what I asked," said Ms. Americana. "Who is it from?" "Yeah, I told you WHO," replied Flag Girl. "No, I want you to tell me who sent it," said Ms. Americana as she swivelled in her chair and shot her sidekick an irritated glance. "I keep telling you WHO," said an exasperated Flag Girl. "Oh give it to me!" cried Ms. Americana and snatched the parcel from Flag Girl. "Oh, it is from the WHO." The parcel was actually addressed to them in care of Brenda Wade. "I wonder why the World Health Organization has sent us a package?" "Who?" asked Flag Girl innocently. "Don't start that again," snapped Ms. Americana as she ripped open the parcel and pulled out a note. 'Attention Ms. Americana and Flag Girl We are requesting that you submit samples for testing for the Covid 19 virus. We have no reason to believe you have been exposed to the virus, but we are conducting a special study on Aphrodite females to determine if they have immunity to the virus and could possibly hold the key to developing a vaccine or cure for it. In this package, you will find the specially designed test kits for Aphrodites. Please follow the instructions precisely and return the samples in the sealed container provided. Thank-you for your cooperation in this critical study.' "Well, we obviously have to do our patriotic duty," said Ms. Americana as she put down the note and fished the test kits out of the box. "Goddess!" exclaimed the heroine as she unwrapped the object labelled 'specimen collector'." "That looks like a ...," began Flag Girl. "I, I am sure that is just your imagination," cut in Ms. Americana as she examined the extremely phallic looking object. It was jet black and about twelve inches long. It was basically a cylinder with a bulbous swelling on one end and two round spheres on the other. "The WHO would not send us a dildo afterall." In their shock at the appearance of the object, neither heroine or sidekick noticed the small flying object that zipped out of the package and attached itself to a wall like a fly. "Er, what are the instructions for how to use these things?" asked Flag Girl as she gingerly took one of the collectors from her mentor. "Step one," said Ms. Americana reading the instructions from another sheet of paper in the box. "Insert as deep down your oral cavity as you can and hold it there for thirty seconds before sliding it back and forth for another three minutes while lubricating it with your tongue." "You have got to be kidding," exclaimed Flag Girl. "This thing is as big as King Pimp's dick." "How do you happen to know that?" asked Ms. Americana with a raised eyebrow. "Oh come on Ms. A, he's captured both of us more than once and subjected us to his magnificent, er I mean disgusting perversions." "i've been trying to repress those memories," replied Ms. Americana as she made a face. "Well, we had better get on with doing our patriotic duty." Flag Girl put the specimen collector to her mouth and licked the tip. "It tastes a bit funny," she complained. "Oh, there was something in the instructions about that," replied Ms. Americana. "They said there is a nutrient liquid on the collectors to help culture the virus better. It is totally harmless." Flag Girl shrugged, opened her mouth wide and began to slide the specimen collector inside. She only gagged a bit when she pushed it into her throat, having had more than a little experience with similar sized and shaped objects. Ms. Americana sat there transfixed by the sight as her pig tailed, blonde sidekick began to slide the rod shaped object back and forth in her mouth after the initial thirty seconds of deep throating it. The heroine gave her head a shake at applying such a sexually charged description to a medical procedure, but damn it looked hot. Slowly, she raised her own specimen collector to her lips and began to follow the instructions. Having had even more experience than Flag Girl, the collector went down her throat without any gagging at all. * * * Dragon Queen sat back in her chair, hand under her skirt playing with herself, as she watched Ms. Americana and Flag Girl sucking on the large, black dildos. She only wished it had been her idea, but this had been the genius of Professor Pervo and the Geek had supplied the miniature camera fly that was transmitting HD video to the entire villain collective to watch. As the two bimbos took the dildos from their mouths and moved on to step two of the instructions. * * * "That was pretty easy," said Flag Girl as she regarded the saliva coated black cylinder in her hand. "Is there anything more to the instructions." Ms. Americana took a few seconds to refocus her mind and tried to ignore the tingling in her pussy before picking up the paper with slightly shaking fingers. "Step two," she read. You will require assistance for this step. Take the newly used specimen collector from step one and insert it into the vagina of your partner. The collector must then be slid in and out for ten minutes or until a climax is achieved as the latter will ensure there is an adequate sample collected." Flag Girl stared at the senior heroine in shock. "Are you sure you read that right? I mean that sounds more like something Professor Pervo would say instead of the government." Ms. Americana reread the instructions. "Yes, I read them right. We aren't trained in microbiology, soI think it is best to just follow what they say." She didn't want to admit to her sidekick that something in the instructions was making her excited and she began to remove her top. "Um, why are you taking your top off?" asked Flag Girl. "We don't need to do that to follow the instructions." "Er, it just seemed like the thing to do," replied Ms. Americana as she dropped her red white and blue star spangled bikini top on the floor, freeing her large, round, 38F breasts. "You know, the top always comes off before you stick something in down there." "Ok that makes sense," agreed Flag Girl after a moment's thought and removed her own top. She had to admit seeing Ms. A topless and her girls jiggling gave her a little thrill. She then took off her mini skirt and pulled her white thong down. "I didn't know you had shaved down there," said Ms Americana staring at Flag Girl's pussy. "I was bored and decided to try it," replied Flag Girl. "Spectre Girl and Azure Angel are both doing it now." "I see," said Ms. Americana and she ran her tongue over her lips as she indeed did see and she found herself liking what she saw. Her hands were shaking a bit more now as she too removed her bottoms. "That landing strip makesit easy to find the target," giggled Flag girl as she critically examined her mentor's pussy. * * * "I have to hand it to old Pervo," said Bart Bilbo as he watched the 96 inch television on which the scene of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl was displayed in near life size. He was jerking his cock rapidly as he watched the two heroines insert the dildos into each other and begin to fuck the other woman. "You got that right bro," moaned Biff Bilbo who was also stroking his meat as he watched the screen. "Putting that aphrodisiac on those dildos was pure genius. It is going to be tough to top this show." "Yeah bro, but there are two of us and only one of Pervo, so I figure we should be able to beat him," replied Bart as he couldn't hold back any longer and blasted his load over the screen where it trickled down the images of the two naked heroines. "Awesome bro," moaned Biff and added his load to the screen with one thick wad landing squarely between Ms. Americana's eyes. "Damn, looks like we will have to steal a new television because I sure ain't cleaning up that mess." * * * "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Flag Girl. "I, I think I am close to cummig Ms. A" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," me too gasped Ms. Americana as she plunged the collector in and out of her sidekick while Flag Girl returned the favour. Flag Girl watched her mentor's large jugs bounce up and down with every stroke as she felt her climax nearing. It was the most beautiful sight she could remember, even better than the time she had caught Lady Midnight masturbating in the She Legion HQ monitor room when the ebony heroine had thought she was alone. Unaware of her sidekick's thoughts, Ms. Americana was also intently focusing on her ward's firm, young melons as they swayed back and forth. She had memories of times when they had been captured and forced to pleasure each other in disgusting ways. At least she tried to tell herself they had been disgusting, but now those memories were about how soft Flag Girl's lips were and how nice her tits had felt under her fingers. "Aaaaaaeeeeeiiiiiiooooouuuuuuu," screamed the pair in unison as they climaxed and wrapping their arms around the shuddering body of the other, they began to kiss passionately with the specimen collectors still lodged deep in their cunts. Their two large pairs of breasts ground into each other as hands roamed over and explored each other's bodies while the fly camera beamed the lesbian action to all the villains. * * * "You shouldn't be out on the streets grandma," said Azure Angel as she stopped six feet away from the old woman who had been making her slow way down the deserted city street. "It isn't safe at the best of times in this area and now with this virus, it is even worse." "Oh, I know that chld," said the old woman in a quivering voice. "But I don't have any money for food you see, so I came out with some easter eggs my grandchildren gave me last year to try and sell them." With that, the old woman produced some badly painted eggs that Yummi thought must have been painted by blind children on LSD. "Er, they are very lovely," said Yummi. "I would buy one from you, except it is not safe to exchange items at this time." "Oh they gave me a bottle of this hand sanitizer," replied the old woman and pulled a bottle from the pocket of her coat and used it on her hands. "Please dearie, I am feeling faint of hunger and I don't know if I can last much longer." Azure Angel hesitated and then reached into her belt pouch to take out her own bottle of hand sanitizer and a ten dollar bill. "Please grandma, it would be my honour to have you accept this." It was her last ten dollars, but at least she had a stockpile of Kraft Mac & Cheese boxes in her apartment which was afterall what most students lived on anyway. "Bless you child," said the old woman as they carefully exchanged the money and the egg without actually touching each other. Both stepped back and immediatly reapplied more hand sanitizer With a bow of her head and another thank-you, the old woman hobbled away back the direction she had come while Azure Angel stood there wondering what to do with this badly painted egg. It really was a shame the young Asian heroine wasn't more observant or she would have noticed the old woman's hands were smooth and young looking. She also didn't pay any attention to the fly buzzing around or even worse, the cracks appearing in the egg she was holding. Yummi turned to the nearby alley, intending to toss the egg in a dumpster when the egg exploded in her hand. Green slimey tentacles sprang out and grew at impossible speed then seized the surprised heroine and tossed her into the alley while the fly followed along. Azure Angel landed on her back with the air temporarily knocked out of her body. Looking back to the open mouth of the alley, her eyes went wide when she saw the green tentacled monstrosity walking towards her on its tentacles with tiny bits of white egg shell clinging here and there. Before she could move or react at all, those tentacles reached out and held her firmly in place while other tentacles latched onto her costume and ripped it from her nubile, young body. Yummi opened her mouth to scream and was quickly silenced as one of the green, slimey tentacles thrust itself into her mouth and down her throat. Dark eyes going wide in shock, the young ninja choked and gagged on the tentacle which began to secrete a thick, white liquid. Frantically trying to yank the thing from her mouth, Angel quite ignored the pair of tentacles creeping towards her. The first indication she had of them was when she felt their tips touch her pussy and her ass. She had only a brief moment of terrified anticipation and there was no time even for her well trained reflexes to act as the two tentacles shot into her with viper quickness. * * * Panthress watched the tentacles raping the busty, young Asian and reached into her bottoms and pulled out her rapidly hardening cock. A large dollop of clear precum oozed out the tip and her fingers spread it over her shaft as she started to jerk her cock. The tentacle in Azure Angel's mouth was emitting some kind of thick, white fluid that looked a hell of a lot like cum and in such large quantities that it was flowing freely from the heroine's mouth and dripping onto her large breasts. Dragon Queeen was a sadistic bitch she thought, but damn could the woman produce some hot fucking creations. Hot in this case of course meant they were being used on someone else. Oh well, it served the dumb bitch right for falling for the old 'Snow White apple' trick. It was going to take some work to top this scene, but the shemale villain resolved to do so. Meanwhile she ran her hands back and forth on her dick wishing this stupid virus didn't keep her from doing the violating in person. * * * Azure Angel was moaning loudly now as the three tentacles fucked her, though the sounds were somewhat muffled by the intruder in her throat. The noise was enough to attract the attention of the people whose apartments looked out over the dirty alley and glad of any break in the monotony, they were intently watching the tentacles raping the young Asian. When Yummi pleaded with her eyes for help, the watchers all just smiled and shook their heads. They had watched everything worth watching on Netflix, so why interfere with this new source of entertainment. Several of the men watching pulled out their cocks and began to jerk off as the heroine thrashed about with her massive boobs bouncing wildly. * * * "The Mayor today announced new restrictions on social gatherings," said Tonya O'Donnell as she stared resolutely into the camera that Anita Jackson was holding. The two of them were holed up in Tonya's apartment, observing the social isolation protocols. The WXYZ studio was closed, except for a skeletal crew of technicians who wereneeded to connect the reporters to the world from their homes. "The public is instructed to gather in groups of no more than ten and only to go out of their houses to purchase necessities such as groceries or prescriptions." The busty, blonde reporter paused and put a hand to her ear to help pick up the message being related to her from the studio. "Now to help put a human touch on the ongoing drama, WXYZ is opening the phone lines to talk to ordinary people about how this is affecting them." "Go ahead, you are on the air with Tonya ODonnell and WXYZ," said the blonde as she pressed a button on her laptop to unmute the phone line. "Hey babe," said a man's voice and a grimace briefly marred the beautiful features of Tonya as she waited for the technician to cut the person off for using such an inappropriate and disrespectful greeting. "We told the tech wienie not to cut us off," said a second male voice. "That's right bro," said Biff Bilbo. "You see we told him we got a bunch of contaminated air that we are going to pump into one of the hospital ventilation systems and if he didn't want a bunch of people dying, he better not cut us off." "What is it you want?" asked Tonya, expecting some type of ransom request. "Well, there is nothing new on television anymore," said Bart, "so we figured you could provide us with something new to watch." "I don't understand" said a confused Tonya who could see Anita frantically gesturing for her to keep them talking while she called the police. "We want you to do a nice sexy striptease" for us," said Biff. Tonya's eyes widened. "You must be crazy. There is no way I am going to do that and even if I was insane enough to do it, the network would shut me down before I could undo a single button." "I don't think so," smirked Bart. "Not if they don't want a bunch of dead people. Of course it will take them a few days to die, gasping for breath, but they will still be dead." Leaving her camera focussed on Tonya', Anita stepped into view and offered her phone to the reporter. "It's Commissioner Borden," she whispered. "Hello?" said Tonya into the phone. The watching audience could only hear her side of the conversation and watch her reactions. "You can't be serious!" Pause for listening. "Yes, I know it is likely to kill a lot of people, but ...". Pause to listen. "My civic duty?" Pause to listen. "I see. Thanks so much for your help!" This last was delivered in the most sarcastic tone she could muster. The blonde put down the phone and gave the camera a brittle smile. "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, but it seems I have no choice but to give into this obscene request while the police try and search all the hospitals in Delta city. I would highly recommend that all parents make sure their children under 18 are not watching this channel as of now." The blonde stood up and walked around in front of the desk she had been sitting behind. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, though this also had the effect of making her large breasts swell even more in the tight top she wore under her station blazer. With obvious reluctance, Tonya took off the blazer and tossed it behind her onto the desk while staring in the unblinking red light of the camera. "Hey make it sexy," demanded Biff. Tonya gritted her teeth and began to try and swing her hips in time to a rhythm in her head. Seeing it wasn't going too well, Anita grabbed her phone back from the desk and started playing the first song she could find. Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" came up and her camerawoman only shrugged when Tonya shot her a look. The music helped though and Tonya began to strut a bit in her limited space as she began to unbutton her blouse. * * * Well, we never specified we were only going after the super bimbos, thought the Geek as he enjoyed the stuck-up blonde reporter stripping on live tv. He had watched the woman gleefully reporting on the capture of himself or one of the others too many times to count, so watching her humiliate herself was fucking hot and he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. He had to slow down his stroking when the bitch undid her bra and held it there in front of her tits for several long seconds before letting it drop. Damn, she made a great stripper and he didn't want to blow his load until he saw all her goodies. This might be the best show so far, but it wasn't going to be as good as what he had planned. * * * "Nice boobs sweetie," said Bart when Tonya dropped the bra and exposed her breasts to the entire viewing audience. This jumpstarted puberty for many of those watching who had naturally not followed her admonition to turn off the television. I'm going to beat the crap out of those bastards the next time Got Gal runs into them, thought Tonya as she swayed her hips and undid her skirt. "Woo hoo, take it all off slut," called Biff. Ok, make that a trip to the ICU for them, Tonya mentally snarled while keeping a fake smile plastered on her face. "Holy fuck, look at that skimpy little black thong she was wearing under all that," laughed Bart as it came into view. Correction, it will be a trip to the morgue thought Tonya to herself. "What do you think bro?" asked Biff. "Shaved or trimmed?" "I bet she got a Brazilian," replied Bart. "Sexy little bitch like her has got to be clean down there." First torture and then I kill them, thought Tonya as she slid down her panties and proved Bart was right. "What should we have her do now bro?" asked Biff. Tonya froze on the screen, having dared to hope her humiliation was over, but apparently it was just getting started "That black chick who runs the cameras looked cute," replied Bart. "Hey black chick, get naked and eat out your boss." Anita stood behind the camera now frozen as much in place as Tonya. After a few seconds, her phone rang. "Hello?" Pause. "Yeah I heard them." Pause. "You can't make me do it!" Pause. "No, forget that civic duty crap." Pause. "You will charge me as an accessory if anyone dies?" Pause. "Ok, ok, I heard you the first time." Viewers heard a rustling of clothes and a few seconds later, a naked Anita edged her way nervously in front of the camera. "Commissioner Borden said I have to do it," she told Tonya, " so lay back on the desk and spread your legs." In a state of shock, the blonde reporter did as she was told and Anita crouched down and sticking out her tongue prepared to take a lick at Tonya's pussy, which she noted was dripping wet. The Aphrodite gene didn't care about whether the source of stimulation was from humiliation, it just knew it was being stimulated and responded accordingly. "Hey move the camera to the side to give us a clear view," called Biff. "Your head is in the way and we can't see her cunt." Stifling a whimper, the naked Anita walked towards the camera with her large, chocolate brown breast jiggling, picked up the tripod and positioned it closer and to the side so it would have an unobstructed view. She then returned to her position between Tonya's thighs and took a long lick over her boss's swollen cunt lips. "Damn, I bet if they still do Nielson ratings, this is going to score real good," laughed Bart. Despite the burning humiliation, Tonya squealed with pleasure when Anita wraped her full lips around her clit and sucked on it. She sank her hands into Anita's hair and pulled the young ebony woman's face tighter against her pussy as her pleasure and desire increased in equal proportion. "Hey you did start the PVR recording didn't you bro? asked biff. "I know what I will be jerking off to for the next while." Tonya clutched her breasts in her hands and squeezed them as Anita ate her out. By the time she had herfirst orgasm and covered Anita's face in her juices, she had almost forgotten about the camera and being on live tv. * * * "Here pussy, pussy, pussy," called a voice from the street below. Lady Midnight peered over the edge of the building to see what was going on. There was no one but her up here, so she wasn't worried about maintaining a proper distance from others. She had seen Night Raven once about an hour ago, but the young blonde had been several blocks away. "Come to mama pussy," called the voice and Lady Midnight thought she saw a figure in the shadows. Looking around, she saw a large, cream coloured cat on the sidewalk about a block away. Well it was a slow night, so she might as well retrieve the cat for the person. At least it wasn't up the proverbial tree. Unslinging her grapnel, Lady Midnight hopped to the next roof and then lowered herself down next to the cat. She picked it up and it purred enthusiastically at her as she began to stroke it. Almost immediatly, she felt a tingle run through her body and settle in her pussy. "What the hell?" she gasped and dropped the cat to the pavement. Lady Midnight sank down to her knees, back against a lightpost which against all odds had a functioning bulb that hadn't been shot out by gangers. She felt hot and flushed and could feel her pussy juices starting to drip from her and soaking her costume. A fever seemed to rush over her body and for a brief second, she wondered if she had caught the damn virus, but quickly dismissed that possibility as there was no way it could work that fast. There had been something odd about the cat, she thought. The fur must have been coated in something that had affected her even through her gloves. It was getting hard to think now as the dark skinned heroine felt her lust rising and boiling away reason. Her hands ripped at her purple costume, pulling it off. She had to touch her body, pleasure herself or she was going to go mad. Her hands groped her large, chocolate brown boobs and squeezed them, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She lifted first one boob to her mouth and then the other sucking on the nipples. More, she still needed more and now she spreadher legs wide and while one hand continued to fondle her breasts, the other touched her cunt. "Oh there is the pussy I wanted to see," said a sultry voice. Lady Midnight looked up and through her haze of desire saw Kitty Kat standing well back, but watching her intently. "I hope you liked my new cat shampoo," purred the villainess with a leer. featuring bliss with its new super absorbency improvement to work through clothes. It also gives a nice shiny coat, though I think that part only works on cats." Lady Midnight could only nod as her eyes glazed over and her fingers worked her clit rapidly. * * * Council commander stared at the screen where the black heroine was openly pleasuring herself under the street light. He knew blacks were inferior to the Aryan race, but still he couldn't help but be turned on by the sight as he watched Lady Midnight sucking on those large black nipples and rubbing her cunt. He even wondered what it would b like to get his hands on those huge jugs. How would they feel in his hands? Would a black pussy feel the same wrapped around his cock? Maybe when this whole social distancing thing was over, he would have to find out. Still as hot as the scene was, it would never be able to match what he had planned. * * * The sound of a police siren broke the night air and Kitty Kat perked up her ears and smiled. "Time for me to go Lady Slut, we shall meet again and get more personal once this is all over." The villainess faded into the night and a few seconds later a Delta City PD squad car screeched to a halt in front of the still furiously masturbating and naked heroine. "Holy fuck," said Sgt. Cortez from behind the wheel as he watched Lady Midnight continue to pleasure herself, seemingly totally oblivious to her new audience. "My non cop friends wonder why I like this crappy job," said Officer Putty from the passenger seat as he took out his cell phone and snapped several pictures of the ebony heroine. "I keep telling them there are some pretty good perks and this sure fits the definition of a perk." The two officers watched as the heroine reached her first orgasm and a long shudder ran through her body. Immediatly she began work on the second one. "Do you think we should try and stop her?" asked Putty. "Nope," replied Cortez. "Remember we are supposed to keep six feet from people who might be infected. Look at her shaking, she might have the virus." "Yeah, that's true," agreed Putty. "Er, why are we sitting side by side then?" "Because I had a couple of beers before I came on duty," replied Cortez. "Alcohol kills germs, everyone knows that." "Im not sure two beer will do much," said Putty doubtfully. "Yeah, neither did I, so I had three shots of whiskey too, said Cortez. "Jeez, should you be driving thenSarge?" asked Putty. "Course I should be," replied cortez. "If I hadnt been driving, we wouldnt have got here to see what this slut was doing." "Yeah, that makes sense," agreed Putty. It's why I am a Seargent and you aint," smirked Cortez as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Now start wanking Putty. That's an order. Just make sure you shoot into a tissue this time." Under the street light, Lady Midnight had her second orgasm and started in on her third. * * * Night Raven loped across the rooftops of Delta City, luxuriating in the feeling of being liberated from her apartment. It wouldn't have done for Lydia Borden, daughter of the Police Commisioner, to flaunt the self isolation rules, but in the dark of the night, her alter ego of Night Raven was free to roam the rooftops. So far, she had seen only one other heroine up here doing the same and Lady Midnight had been several blocks away. Night Raven had heard a police siren a short while later coming from that direction, but had decided her fellow heroine could probably handle any trouble that came her way so there was no need to violate the social distancing rules. The self proclaimed 'Mistress of the Night' stopped suddenly when she saw something sitting on the rooftop in front of where she had just landed. Cautiously, she approached it to examine it closer. It was a metal box that looked to be a perfect cube, a foot on a side. On the top of the box was a large red button. Under the button in easy to read printing were the words "Do not press this button" and on the line under that was That means you!" Her natural curiosity compelled Night raven to reach out a hand towards the red button, but suddenly she laughed and pulled her hand back. "Hah! I'm way too smart to fall for something like this." Looking around the rooftop, Night Raven spotted a chunk of wood several feet long that had broken off a rooftop shed. She picked up the wood and returned to the box, keeping well back from it and off to one side. Wood doesn't conduct electricity, so it can't shock me and I should be far enough back in case of any other nasty surprises inside that thing. She pressed the button with the wood and there was a "whoosh" as a cloud of yellowish gas exploded out and saturated the area immediately around the box. Night Raven smirked from her safe distance and took a couple more steps back just to be safe as the gas dispersed. "You have to get up pretty early to fool Night Raven, she crowed. She was still in mid exultation when the taser took her down from behind. * * * "Wakey, wakey, wakey," said a familiar voice and a groggy Night Raven opened her eyes to find herself staring at the hated face of the Geek. "Hey, remember the social distancing rules," she shouted at him. "Serve you damn well right if I was a carrier and gave you the virus. I heard geeks were really susceptible to it." That wasn't true, but she hoped it would put a scare into the asshole. "Take a better look sweetcakes," sneered the Geek. Night Raven tried to rub her eyes clear, but found she couldnt move her arms. She blinked several times and then saw that the Geek's ugly face was on a video screen mounted on a flying drone. Looking up, she saw another one over her head with her hands secured to it which explained her not being able to move them. Looking down, she saw two more drones, each securing one of her legs and spreading them apart. Oh yes, she was also quite naked. "Bastard," yelled Night Raven. "Let me go right now you fucking pervert." "Not likely after all the trouble I went to in designing my new Sex Drones," replied the Geek. "Sex Drones?" asked Night Raven and immediately wished she hadn't as three more drones flew up beside the one with the geek's face on it. These didn't have video screens, but they did have large, realistic looking dildos attached to them. Well at least they were realistically shaped as she didnt want to meet any human that had a greenish, slime coloured cock that big, or any size for that matter with that colour. * * * Lord Power lounged in a comfortable, overstuffed chair in his media room and watched the rooftop scene unfolding on his television. Hmmm, the Geek was pretty handy when it came to things like robots and now drones. He might be nearly as good as me, sneered the cyborg. He watched the three Dildo Drones each move to one of Night Raven's openings. The short haired blonde heroine was still in mid rant when it was cut off by the dildo slamming down her throat. A fraction of a second later, the other two drones scored direct hits on her ass and pussy. Not perfectly synchronized, snorted Lord Power derisivly. The Geek might be a talented amateur, but he, Lord Power was a professional and his own plan would make that evident to anyone with a functional brain. In the meantime, Lord Power fished out his cock and began to jerk it as he watched Night Raven squirm under the triple assault. * * * Night Raven was gagging and choking on the dildo in her mouth. It felt and tasted very different than any dildo she had felt and tasted before which was saying something. Still, it did seem somewhat familiar and a puzzled frown crossed her face despite the three pronged attack on her body. "Ah, I see you are wondering about the nature of the dildos," smirked the Geek. "I designed and built the drones, but I borrowed the dildos from Dragon Queen. They are fromher latest batch of mutoids. I thought they would give a better experience than cold metal. I hope you appreciate the trouble I went to for your sake." "Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhh," moaned Night Raven, unable to formulate words with the mutoid dildo filling her mouth and throat so completely. The same could also be said for the pair of dildos in her ass and pussy which the drones had been programmed to drive in and out at a steadily increasing speed. Night Raven found a irrational thought floating through her overstimulated brain as she wondered what programming language one used to program sex drones. Probably something like C++ she decided as the increment function would be extremely handy in this situation. Goddess, keep it from being Cobol with some horrible bug that would keep them going until they fucked her to death. "Of course, this isn't as much fun as doing it in person," said the Geek, but one has to make sacrifices in these times of national emergency. "Just so you can see how much I am enjoying all your wriggling and squirming though, here is my gift to you." The camera panned down to display the Geek's hard cock as he continued to stroke it. "Now you know how much you are turning me on baby." Ew, gross was Night Ravens first reaction, but as the drones continued to drill into her and drive her towards a climax, she began to appreciate the large, throbbing cock more and more. Still, as the heroine hung there suspended in mid air being triple penetrated she tried, to hold back her own orgasm and not give the Geek the satisfaction of seeing her cum. It was a battle she didn't win as a while later she felt herself squirting all over the mutoid dildo in her pussy. "Oh dear," laughed the Geek. "According to the readouts from my drones, you just had an orgasm. Now that mutoid cock is even slimier. Night Raven was still coming down from her climax when she was surprised by three blasts of cum shooting into her from the dildos. The one in her mouth fired a fraction of a second earlier than the other two and she choked on the slime as it filled her throat and oozed down into her stomach. She was still trying to adjust to that one when the ones in her ass and pussy exploded. "Mutoid dildos, mutoid cum" supplied the Geek helpfully. "I don't think it can knock you up after being separated from the creatures, but who knows?" * * * "I'm bored," complained Summer Morgan, aka Spectre Girl. Why can't we go patrolling?" "Remember social distancing dear, reminded her mother, Axanna Morgan, aka Green spectre. "If all the heroines go prancing around the rooftops, that is going to be hard to do. I know for a fact Lady Midnight and Night Raven are out on patrol and they have been reporting that everything is pretty quiet. Lady Midnight said she was so bored, she was willing to start rescuing cats." "But I have burned through everything interesting on Netflix, amazon Prime and Disney Plus," complained Summer. "You could do your schoolwork," pointed out Axanna. "Get real mother!" returned Summer. Axanna sighed. "Well then, put your costume on. I just received the new Boogle Blass 2.0 that I ordered as Green Spectre. Their new Virtual Reality component promises to be a great help in crime scene analysis. They aren't going to even release them to the general public for another year or more, but they said they wanted the premier super heroine detective to test them out." Axanna smirked, "and you notice they sent them to Green Spectre and not Night Raven." Summer looked a little more hopeful as she began to peel off her civilian clothes and reach for her uniform. "Did they include any games with them?" "Yes,there is one called Kung Fu Carnage," replied Axanna as she removed her business suit and started to don her costume. "I suppose we could be naughty and try that first. Apparently you fight virtual monsters using your martial arts skills. It could be great for training." Now fully dressed in their costumes, the two blonde crime fighters, donned the new, ultra lightweight VR headsets. "Activating the program now," announced Axanna as she clicked on an icon on her laptop to download the game to the headsets. "Wow, this is really detailed," exclaimed Spectre Girl as she looked around at what appeared to be a cheap looking hotel room with a pair of Queen sized beds. "It seems a little weird though for a Kung Fu game though." "That is because it isn't," said a deep male voice as the door opened and King Pimp entered the room, followed by Lord Power. "What the hell?" cried Green Spectre automatically falling into a fighting crouch. "What are you doing in our VR game?" "Those VR headsets came from me and not Boogle," said Lord Power with a smirk. "By the way, we aren't really here, so don't bother trying to attack us. We are doing our part to maintain social distancing in this trying time." "What is this all about then?" asked Green Spectre suspiciously. "Well Lord Power wanted to test his VR gear," said King Pimp, "and my business is down 95% as you might imagine. People are afraid of catching not just a STI, but this new damned virus as well, so my girls are all applying for unemployment benefits. I wanted to try a high tech solution to the problem." "Meaning?" asked Green Spectre. "Meaning, welcome to Virtual Whoring," replied King Pimp. "You remarked on how real this VR world is and it truly is revolutionary. While wearing those headsets, you will feel and experience everything as if it was really happening to you and all the while maintaining proper social distancingn. Your johns will join you via the headsets they purchase and we ship to them to use in isolation at home. We are even including a free twenty dollar coupon to use with their first session with you." "You have to be insane if you think we will participate in this farce!" cried GreenSpectre and with a nod to her daughter and sidekick, they both reached up to remove the headsets. As soon as they touched them,however, they both received a large shock which dropped them to their knees in the real world. "You should not be so rash," snickered Lord Power. "You didn't give us a chance to explain how the headsets cannot be removed unless certain conditions are met." "Which are?" gasped out Green Spectre. "Why, you have to win the game of course," laughed King Pimp. "If you blink your eyes three times fast, you should see a dashboard pop up at the top of your vision." The two heroines did as instructed and saw the display appear. "The number on the left is your target for the night," went on King Pimp. "The second number is how much you have earned so far twoards your goal. The rest as you can see is your pricelist of services." "Five thousand dollars!" gasped Spectre Girl. "You can't expect us to make that much in one night." King Pimp shrugged. "VR research and development is expensive. Granted you are only a pilot program, but still we need to start recouping our R&D costs." "At 50 dollars a blow-job, that is going to take 100 blowjobs," protested Green Spectre. "You do have other options for earning money," pointed out King Pimp. "A fuck is 100 dollars, so you only have to do 50 men or women to earn your goal. Then there are speciality services that earn more." "500 dollars for bestiality! screamed Green Spectre. "That would require only fucking ten animals," pointed out King Pimp in what he thought was a reasonable tone. "Please note that according to the rules of the game that if you don't meet your daily target, the amount you are short is added to the next day's goal." "You won't ...," began Green Spectre. "Get away with this?" finished King Pimp. "We will see about that and I mean that quite literally as everything you do in the VR world will be transmitted to our little villain group for viewing. It should help greatly to alleviate the boredom of self isolation. To be blunt, I have watched everything interesting already on Netflix, Amazon Prime and Disney Plus!" "Tellme about it," muttered Spectre Girl. "You could do my school work though if you wanted," she added hopefully. "No thanks," replied King Pimp. "Now for the traditional initiation of new whores," and both he and Lord Power took out their cocks. "Get on your knees ladies and start sucking." Green Spectre and Spectre Girl gave each other resigned looks and got on their virtual knees in front of their virtual pimps. Green Spectre wrapped her lips around King Pimp's large, black cock and felt it twitch and harden in her mouth while Spectre Girl did the same for Lord Power's equally massive dick. * * * Baron Von Stiga watched the pair of heroines begin to suck and lick the cocks of their new pimps on his monitor. He was still working on his own social distancing sexual assault scheme, but he was willing to take a short break for such an entertaining sight as he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. This new VR technology that Lord Power had created to go along with King Pimp's business plan was very impressive, but his plan would be even better. For now though, he kept his eyes glued on the screen to see if Green Spectre really could get the entire length of the pimp's huge black member down her throat. * * * "Gark, gurgle, erk, cough, gag," were the sounds coming from both the Spectres as King Pimp and Lord Power began to deposit their large loads of cum into the heroine's mouths. The VR was extremely realistic as both of the blondes could swear they were tasting and swallowing the thick, warm wads of spunk the two villains were pumping into them. Oh, if only they would use their technology for good instead of evil, thought Green Spectre, but then why should they be any different than other big tech companies like Facebook and Twitter? Lord Power and King Pimp wiped their still dribbling cocks over the virtual faces of the two heroines before tucking them back into their pants. "Your first johns will be arriving shortly," sneered King Pimp. "Welcome to the business ladies." The two men were about to leave the room when an angry Green Spectre yelled after them. "Hey, my display still says zero for the amount earned,"she protested. "Of course," replied King Pimp. "As your pimps, we get freebies It is one of the perks of the job." With that the two exited and left the stunned heroines looking disconsolately at each other for a few seconds, until there was a knock on the virtual hotel door. "Come in, it isn't locked," called Green Spectre in a resigned voice. The door opened and what looked like a pair of Japanese businessmen stepped into the room. "Are you the whores?" asked one of them in perfect English. "That's us," agreed Green Spectre. The two men looked at each other and the second man spoke, also in perfect English. "I would like the younger one." His companion nodded and they began to undress. A few minutes later, mother and daughter were on their backson the twin beds with their legs spread and one of the businessmen pumping his cock into their cunt. * * * For lack of anything better to do, Hexanna was doing inventory in her magic shop when there was a knock on her door. "I'm closed because of the virus," she yelled. "Delivery from Skip the Plates," yelled a voice through the door. "i'm leaving it out here." Hexanna blinked and then rememembered belatedly that she had ordered food an hour ago. They must have been pretty busy for it to take so long, she thought as she went to the door. She cautiously peered out to make sure the delivery person was safely out of range and then opened the door and picked up the bag of food. Damn, it smelled good she thought as her stomach rumbled. She had ordered soup and some home made multigrain bread to go with it. "Damn, that smells good," said the skull at the end of her staff where it stood leaning against a wall. "How can you smell it when you don't even have a nose?" asked Hexanna curiously. "It's all mystic toots," replied the skull. Neither the sorceress or the skull noticed the fly that came in with the opening of the door and which was now firmly attached to a wall. * * * "Work, damn you or I will curse you to the seventeenth level of Hell," cried Nightmare Witch as she glared at her monitor. Whennothing happened, she added, "that is the level reserved for used car salesmen you know." Suddnly,the screen flickered to life and she got a clear HD view of the inside of Hexanna's magic shop. "Much better," she muttered as she studied the scene. As much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, Nightmare Witch knew she and Hexanna were fairly evenly matched when it came to magic. If she attacked the witch directly, it would likely result in a stalemate, so she had opted for the sneaky course. It had taken hours of research delving into the history and powers of Hexanna's skull staff. Everything magical had a weakness or a price to be paid. In this case, the skull was totally loyal, if rather lippy, to the dark haired sorceress under all conditions except in the presence of a certain rare herb. A herb it had taken Nightmare Witch several days to track down in a South American jungle and arrange to have a few leaves added to the soup Hexanna was currently spooning into her maw. * * * "You know, the smell of that soup makes me incredibly horny," remarked the skull. "Too bad you don't have a cock to do something about it then," smirked Hexanna looking up from her food. "Well, that can be arranged," replied the skull and the staff began to transformitself. There was now a full skeleton to go with the skull and between its bony hips was a glowing, lime green cock of prodigious proportions that was dripping a greenish looking slime. The skeleton looked down at its member, grinned and winked at Hexanna. "Ok Slutanna, why don't you show big boy here some love with that sweet mouth of yours?" Hexanna gaped at the skeleton and getting up from the stool she had been sitting on, headed hurriedly for the front door. social distancing be damned, she was getting out of here! The skeleton, however, moved with incredible speed and caught her by her long dark hair before her fingers could close on the doorknob. The sorceress was spun around and forced onto her knees in front of the skeleton which rubbed its huge meat allover her face. "Open up Mistress Slut," demanded the skeleton. "Not a chance," replied Hexanna in a muffled voice through clenched lips. "Oh come on baby," said the skeleton. "You know you want to wrap your lips around this big chunk of cock meat I've seen you in action remember. Now just open your mouth and say ahhhh for Doctor Skull." When the sorceress still kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything, the skeleton reached down and gave a hard yank on her hair. This had the desired effect of making Hexanna open her mouth reflexively to cry in pain and the skeleton slammed his cock home into her mouth. 'There that wasn't so hard was it," laughed the skeleton as it grabbed two handfuls of the sorceress's hair and began to literally skull fuck her as hard as it could. "Mmmmmmmppppphhhhhh," gasped Hexanna as her arms flailed futilely in an attempt to tear her face off the inhuman cock ramming in and out of her mouth. "Now for a tough decision," snickered the skeleton. "Do I cum on your face or in your mouth? Do you have any preferences sweetie? "Mmmmmppppphhhhhh,' cried Hexanna. "You like both options?" said the skeleton. "Well, since I can produce a pretty much infinite supply, that shouldn't be a problem." The infinite part proved to be a slight exaggeration, but that wasn't much comfort to the sorceress as the skeleton began to cum. It poured what felt like a gallon down her throat until her stomach swelled to the point it couldn't hold anymore and the thick, warm goo began to back up into her mouth and nose. Then the skeleton pulled its cock from her sucking lips and began to hose down her face with what felt like garden hose force until there was almost nothing left visible of the woman's face under a thick sheet of cum. "Now lets try that pussy of yours that I have seen get so much action over the years," snickered the skeleton as it began to rip Hexanna's cum ssoaked costume from her body. * * * Omega Woman landed lightly in front of City Hall and walked carefully around the object, inspecting it closely. It seemed to be just what Police Commissioner Borden had said it was in his email asking her to investigate it. Incredible as it seemed,, there was a fifteen foot tall cuckoo clock standing there that hadn't been there yesterday. It looked like one of those hand carved, intricate types you saw sold for hundreds or even thousands of dollars on ebay. Of course, those were small things that you hung on a wall and Omega Woman had no clue what a thing like this would cost or who would have built it. It had a clear front below a traditional looking clock face and like many such clocks had an elaborate scene built into it. In this case, there seemed to be half a dozen dwarves gathered in a circle. They had the traditional brightly coloured caps, each a different bright colour. They were dressed in bright, colourful shirts and pants, though the latter helped to define what was wrong with the cloc. Those colourful pants were puddled at the ankles of each dwarf and a large, erect cock stuck out pointing towards the center of the circle. The one non traditional thing about the clock, or rather the other non traditional thing about the clock thought Omega woman as she eyed the dwarf cocks warily were the two large tanks strapped to the back of the clock. It rather reminded her of the huge fuel tanks strapped to the space shuttles to take them up to orbit. Did some insane inventor plan on launching this cuckoo clock into space? The clock in the steeple of City Hall began to chime noon and Omega Woman stood with her arms crossed under her enormous breasts to see what the cuckoo clock would do. Suddenly, the door to the clock face flew open and instead of the expected cuckoo, two large metal arms reached out, grabbed Omega Woman and pulled her inside the clock. After an initial surge of panic, Omega Woman relaxed and was about to smash her way out of this ridiculous trap when the inside of the clock began to fill with a gas. She had just learned what one of the tanks was for, she realized as the chloroform sapped all the strength from her body. The metal hands deposited Omega woman in the center of the dwarf circle and then began to strip the woozy heroine. Before the clock stopped chiming, she found herself naked, on her hands and knees with her titanic tits hanging down and swaying slightly back and forth like the most erotic pendulum you ever saw. "Must get out of here before," muttered Omega Woman, but that fuzzy thought was cut off by the dwarf cock sliding into her pussy from behind. Her mouth gaped open in protest and a second dwarf cock pushed its way between her lips. Next the two dwarves began to rock back and forth just as the television truck showed up and began to record the action while still keepping its proper social distance. After several minutes of this double fucking, Omega woman learned what the second tank on the back of the clock was for as large blasts of warm cum flooded her mouth and pussyy. The heroine wondered where all that cum had been obtained and then remembered the news story from a few weeks ago about the elephants being stolen from the zoo and she tried to desperately spit out the gunk in her mouth. Before she could do that, the dwarves in the clock rotated and two mor cocks were shoved into her and the fucking resumed. * * * Council Commander stroked his hard cock as he watched Omega Woman being assaulted on his monitor. That clock was an example of precise German engineering and fuck the snotty Swiss. He could hardly wait until the dwarves rotated around for their second turn and the adjustment of the mechanism which would ram the dwarf cocks up her ass instead of her pussy. * * * Pantheress smiled to herself as she crouched low in the balcony of the Delta City Opera House. She knew some of the other villains considered her a freak and talked about her behind her back. Chick with a dick, shemale, futa, hermaphrodite, transexual and more were the names they called her as if her gender totally defined her. Well, she was going to show them all by what she did tonight. Pantheress smiled and was sure her waiting would not be long. * * * Champion Girl floated down to the empty sidewalk in front of the Delta City Opera House. Unlike Panthress, she was not smiling, not smiling at all. She stared up at the large screen that displayed upcoming and current shows and her frown deepened. The Opera House had been shut down for over a week now with no shows planned for the immediate future. The sign, however, proclaimed in large letters: "Now Appearing on stage- Champion Girl Naked!" Below those astonishing words was a near life size, full colour picture of her without any clothes on. Ok, she stil had her mask, gloves and boots, but that hardly counted did it when your boobs and pussy were hanging out there for all to see. Even worse, Champion Girl was almost certain it was a fake. She had certainly never posed for that hands on hips, breasts outhrust, smiling nude picture. There was just the tiniest bit of uncertainty in her mind which was raised by the number of times she had been captured and subjected to various mind control devices, but she was almost certain it was a fake. Besides, she thought her boobs were bigger than that picture showed. The main doors of the Opera House were locked when Champion Girl tugged on them, so she flexed her solar powered muscles and wrenched them open, breaking the lock. They can damn well sue me, she stormed as she marched inside, intending to find the controls for the obscene sign and shut it off. The lobby was totally dark except for the bit of light that trickled in from outside and after a few minutes of stumbling around, the heroine still had no idea where the control room for the sign was. When she peeked into the main hall, she saw it was dark except for a single spotlight shining on the stage. In the center of that bright light was a lifesize cardboard cutout of her in the same naked pose as the sign outside. Champion Girl stormed down the center aisle and then floated over the orchestra pit and landed in the center of the spotlight. She reached out for the disgusting picture, ready to rip it to shreds when something stung her on the back of her neck and she gave a small yelp of pain. It had felt just like a nasty insect bite, but when her hand reached behind her, she pulled out a small hypodermic dart. Too late, she realized that in her anger, she had presented a perfect target for a sniper and now she looked around frantically for the source of the dart. "Thank-you for cooperating so nicely and being so bloody predictable," said Panthress as she stood up from her hiding place in the balcony holding a blow pipe. "Panthress!" yelled Champion Girl. "What have you injected me with you shemale freak?" "Now, now I wouldn't start calling others names when you live in a glass house," snickered Pantheress. "What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Champion Girl, unconsciously adopting the exact same pose as the picture and the sign, but with her costume on. "If you injected me with somekind of sleeping drug, it didn't work and you won't get a chance to defile me with your unnatural dic." "There you go again casting stones," replied Panthress. "I will relieve your mind of one worry at least though. I have no intention of fucking your few brains out tonight. Iam being a responsible citizen and maintaining proper social distancing." "Then what ...," began Champion girl and she stopped as she felt a tremor run through her pussy. The tremor was followed by a tingle and then another stronger tingle and then another even stronger one. "Ah, I see it has started," yelled Panthress with obvious delight in her voice. "What has started?" cried Champion Girl as yet an even stronger tingle pulsed through her pussy. "Look down hot stuff," replied Panthress. Confused, Champion Girl looked down between her large, round breasts to her white skirt which now had a small tent in it. Her eyes widened at this sight and then widened further as the strongest tingle yet rippled through her and she saw the bulge growing. "What, what have you done to me?"cried Champion Girl with rising panic in her voice. "Why dont you take a loopk?" snickered Panthress. With trembling hands, Champion Girl grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. Something was making a bulge in her panties. It couldnt be she told herself as the bulge grew stillmore, stretching the skimpy fabric of her panties. "You called me a freak," taunted Panthress. "Well, I guess that makes you one too!" Champion Girl looked up briefly to the balcony at the villainess and then back down to her panties just in time to see them give way under the strain. A large, veiny and rapidly hardening cock blinked in the light and deposited a large glop of clear goo on the stage at the heroine's feeet. "You gave me a cock!" wailed Champion Girl. "Duh," sneered Pantheress. "I think I will rename you Obvious Girl." "But, but why?" moaned Champiom Girl as she watched her new member grow harder and larger, pointing out from her body at a slight vertical angle. "Because I could," replied Panthress. "Also, because I wanted a little company in freak city." "Please tell me it isnt permanent," wailed Champion Girl. "That really depends on you," replied Panthress. If you manage to empty your balls sufficiently within two hours of the initial appearance of your new little baby, the process will be reversed." "And just how do you expect me to do that?" gasped Champion Girl. "Oh, I am sure you are smart enough to figure that out without violating the social distancing guidelines. As for me, I am just going to make myself comfortable and enjoy the show from up here." "I even brought popcorn." "You, you bitch!" screamed Champion Girl as she stared around wildly as if looking for some kind of miracle solution. When none presented itself, the heroine sobbed and gave in to the inevitable. Her right hand encircled or at least tried to encircle her thick, new cock and began to slowly move up and down the shaft. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips and this helped to further cloud her mind as she didn't even think about looking for someplace more private to attend to her urgent and growing need, but remained standing in the middle of the bright spotlight. Panthress had of course, neglected to tell the heroine about the aphrodisiac mixed into the dick girl formula. A now totally befogged Champion girl paused her stroking just long enough to slip out of her costume and then sink onto her back on the stage under the spotlight. Her hands now flue over her cock, feeling it get slick under her touch from the leaking precum. It wasn't the first cock she had stroked, not the first hand job she had given, but the cock involved had always been on someone else's body. When said cock was attached to your own body, it was a totally new experience. "Oh goddess this feels good," moaned Champion Girl as she stroked faster and faster. "Ahhhhhh,I am going to cum anytime now" "Go right ahead sugar," called Panthress who was busy now with her own cock, her hands a blur as they moved up and down on her roc hard dick. "Aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiooooooouuuuuu," screamed Champion Girl as she came. Overcome by her first penile orgasm, the heroine lost control of her cock as it began to spurt. Cum flew out of her cock at high speed and since it was pointed up at the time, thick globs of cum began to smack the blonde heroine in the breasts and face. The climax and ejaculation seemed to go on forever as her new cock poured out its load and her skin began to disappear under a thick load of spunk. "Oh fucking hot," yelled Panthress as she too came in a gusher and began to spew her load over the floor of the private booth she was sitting in. My, wouldn't Brenda Wade find a nice sticky mess when she next came to the opera. "It, it's still here and still hard," cried Champion Girl from the stage, looking up at her tormenter with cum dripping from her face in a steady waterfall. "Of course it is darling," snickered Panthress. "You are going to have to cum a lot more times in the next couple of hours if you want to get rid of your new friend." "Damn you Panthress," shrieked Champion Girl as she renewed her choke hold on her cock and began to jerk it again. Panthress just smiled and grabbed her own dick for a repeat performance as she watched the desperate heroine start to jack off again. * * * Even as Champion Girl continued to entertain herself at the Delta City Opera House, Wolf Woman was entering a much seedier establishment. She had been in worse places, but no one was going to confuse Ed's Wrestling Emporium with a high class gym. It was owned by Ed "the Executioner" Witkowski, a retired professional wrestler who claimed to once have wrestled Stone Cold Steve Austin. These days, Ed tried to make a living by converting his gym to an amateur wrestling center. During the day, he trained up and coming wrestlers who wanted to be the next Rock and the rumour was Ed ran a more erotic form of wrestling late night on the weekends where the matches featured ladies with little in the way of clothes at the start of the fight and even less at the end. The rumour of those events was not what brought Wolf Woman to Ed's this night. This was Delta City afterall and such scandelous wrestling was not even illegal. In Delta City, murder was barely considered illegal. No, what had brought Wolf Woman here tonight was something much more personal. Her father had been one of the greatest of the masked wrestlers in Mexico and had been the one to train her. He had died from cancer several years ago and shortly thereafter, his mask had been stolen. Today, she had received an anonymous message that the mask was in Delta City and she could learn more by coming to Ed's tonight. It seemed like an obvious trap, but if there was one chance in a million of retrieving her father's cherished mask, she was willing to risk it. With the self isolation orders in effect, the seats around the ring were empty as Wolf Woman walked down the aisle. The ring, however, was lit up and she ducked through the ropes to stand in the middle of it. No one was going to be able to surprise her as she had a clear view of the entire space. She thought about calling out something like "I'm here" but that seemed superfluous, so she just waited. "Ladies and Gentlemen," sounded a voice over the publc address system and Wolf Woman nearly jumped out of her costume. "In this corner, we have the sexy and beautiful Wolf Woman. She sports a near perfect record of getting her sweet ass fucked by anything with a cock." Wolf Woman bristled at this and thought she recognized that squeaky voice. Captain Chloroform? Is that you? Get your scrawny ass down here and I will kick it all around the ring." "Now that would be a violation of the social distancing guidelines," laughed Captain Chloroform. "No, I am afraid this is going to have to be a proxy fight." "What the hell are you talking about?" demanded an impatient Wolf Woman. "In the other corner is the challenger," intoned Captain Chloroform. "He is Knockout Man, the soon to be scourge of all super bimbos!" The door to the dressing rooms opened and a figure walked out and slowly moved towards the wrestling ring as Wolf Woman tried to make out details in the dim light. "Hey, what happened to the social distancing rules?" she asked the air. "Not being violated, though you soon will be" replied Captain Chloroform. "Knockout Man is my own creation. He is made of totally synthetic materials and unable to carry or be affected by the virus." Wolf Woman watched as the seven foot creature reached the ring and sprang up onto the apron with a quick lithe movement. He didn't bother to duck through the ropes, he just stepped through them or rather sort of oozed through them as the ropes passed through his body without apparently affecting him or it in the slightest. The synthetic man was light yellow in colour and while it had two arms, two legs and a head, it was otherwise featureless with no hair, eyes, nose, ears or the many other things that helped define a human. "Neat trick," commented Wolf Woman, "but it is going to need more than tricks to beat me." "Im betting you go down and in more ways than one," snickered Captain Chloroform and he rang a bell to start the match. Wolf Woman rushed forward to attack and swung a clothesline at Knockout Man's head, intending to end this fight quickly. Her arm passed right through the creature and she stumbled past him to bounce off the ropes. She found Knockout Man had swung quickly around and as she came back towards him it grabbed the front of her top and yanked it off, sending her large breasts flopping into view where they bounced and jiggled as her momentum took her right through the creature and to the other side of the ring. "Give that back!" cried Wolf Woman stopping to glare at Knockout man, who didn't say anything and just tossed her top over his shoulder and out of the ring. "And I thought you were a great wrestler," came Captain Chlorophform's mocking voice. Less than a minute in and you are topless. I've seen total amateurs do better in that ring, but on the other hand I have to admit it is a real pleasure to get to see that nice rack of yours." "I will show you who is the amateur here," snarled wolf Woman and ran forward and delivered a standing two footed drop kick to the head of Knockout Man, or at least tried to. Once more she just passed through the thing and this time landed hard on her ass. "Ouch ouch, ouch," she moaned as she stood up rubbingher posterior. "This isn't a fair fight," she cried. "I can't even touch him." "Who ever promised you a fair fight?" mocked Captain Chloroform. He paused and then broke into song. "I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there has got to be a little rain sometime." That was apparently all the words he knew as he broke off, humming uncertainly for a bit more before stopping. Wolf woman was grateful for the silence as she had heard dead cats on fire keep a better tune. [Authors note: No cats were harmed in the writing of this story. The opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author.] Wolf Woman wiped her brow. Damn, she was feeling a bit weak. It seemed everytime she touched Knockout Man, it took something out of her. "Feeling a little rundownchico?" asked Captain Chloroform, noticing her reaction. "Did I forget to tell you that Knockout Man is infused with ... tada ... chloroform as per my trademarked name. Everytime he makes contact with you will cause you to get weaker and weaker until finally you are defeated and well then we shall see what happens then." "That's chica you moron," snapped Wolf Woman. Chico is slang for a young boy and in case you didn't notice my tits, I am not a young boy." The heroine was so involved in giving the villain a verbal scolding that she quite failed to notice Knockout Man suddenly dart towards her, grab her bottoms and rip them off with one quick yank. Wolf Woman have a an outraged screech and tried to cover her pussy with one hand as she backed away from her opponent. "Oh, I am definitely noticing that you are not a boy," laughed Captain Chloroform. "By the way, did I mention that I am jerking off watching you jiggle around the ring?" "Cerdo, called Wolf Woman, and that means pig you pig!" Finally dropping her hand from her pussy and her dignity, Wolf Woman circled cautiously around Knockout Man, trying to think of a way to engage and beat this thing. Suddenly, the synthetic man stretched out his arms to twice their normal length, grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her in tight to him in a bear hug. It didn't last long as she thrashed and squirmed and ended up going completely through it. That much close contact, however, left her reeling dizzily around the ring. "Ooo, looks like you are almost down for the count," called Captain Chloroform and the heroine was disgusted to hear the sound of him beating his cock over the PA system. She tried to focus her attention on her opponent, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. Wolf Woman felt her legs being swept out from under her and she landed on her ass again. Knockout Man dropped on top of her, flattening her to the mat. She tried once more to squirm out from under it or through it, but now he seemed more solid than jelly and there was another new element prodding at her thigh. Looking down, she saw a large cock finish sliding out of wherever the hell the thing had kept it hidden. "Oh fuckno," she moaned as she felt the thing's cock stabbing at her again and again, trying to find her pussy. "O fuck yes," crowed Captain Chloroform as Knockout Man found his target and its cock slid deep inside Wolf Woman. The penetration sapped the last of Wolf Woman's strength and she lay there limply as the synthetic thing began to pound his cock in and out of her. With each hard thrust, her ass bounced off the canvas making a weird noise like a referee pounding the mat when counting. The slapping sound continued well beyond three, however, as the defeated heroine tried to at least fight off having her own orgasm and letting Captain Chloroform have another thing to taunt her with. In the end, however, the relentless pounding of the creature drove her over the edge and she felt her body convulse in estacy. "Oh wow baby, watching you cum made me blow my load," called Captain Chloroform. "Do you want to try for best two out of three?" * * * Amazing Babe touched down just past the fence of the deserted amusement park. She had received a less than subtle invitation earlier that day when she spotted the huge Bad Year Blimp flying high over Delta City. "It had flashed out the message "Anal Babe - Meet me where children of all ages come to play at midnight." The blimp when she investigated it, she found the aircraft unmanned. It seemed someone had hacked into the controls remotely and stole the thing to deliver the message. It was a no brainer to know where to go since the messge had used the motto of the amusement park. Fairy Tale Amusement Park was no Disneyland or Disneyworld. Most of the rides and exhibits were based on the stories from Grimm's Fairy Tales and some seemed to have been designed by Bloody Stupid Johnson or at least a spiritual relative of the Terry Pratchett character. The young heroine had no clue as to who the message was from, but with all her classes cancelled for the forseeable future, she had jumped at the opportunity to get out of her dorm room and do something other than stare at the walls. She had blown through everything interesting on Netflix, Amazon Prime and DisneyPlus. She had almost been desperate enough to start reading her textbooks. There was no one in sight, however, so Amazing Babe wandered over to the Merry-Go-Round and straddled one of the painted ponies. To her surprise, the ride suddenly came to life and began to move with the music tinkling merrily in the background. The platinum blonde thought this was kind of nice right up until the point when metal clamps sprang out of the horse and locked her in place and pinned her hands to the mane of the thing. "What the hell?" she cried, trying to pull her hands free and failing. "Ah fraulein, welcome to my trap," said a voice with a German accent. "Who the heck are you?" demanded Amazing Babe, still trying futilely to free herself. "My name is Baron Von Stiga," replied the man and there was a clicking sound as if he had snapped his heels together. "I am the leader of the Council which is dedicated to restoring Germany to its rightful place in the world." "Hey, the second world war is over," yelled Amazing Babe. "You guys lost that one and the first one too I think. We are supposed to be allies now according to one guy I talked to on Twitter." "Your grasp of history is amazing," replied Von Stiga. "That must be from your superior American educational system." "Well, I did get a scholarship," replied Amazing Babe as the sarcasm went right past her head withut stopping. She wasn't going to tell this jerk it was from a beauty contest and that she suspected her large boobs and the small bikini had been more important than her speech on the importance of preserving the topical rain forest. In fact, she never did understand why everyone laughed at what she had thought was a very serious speech. "I am sure you have a fine future ahead of you as a professional cheerleader or possibly a neurosurgeon," replied Von Stiga. "Tonight, however, I had something more fun in mind than discussing politics and world history." "I don't think so," snapped Amazing Babe who was beginning to get the drift of where this meeting and conversation was going as it had gone there too many times before. "We are suposed to keep proper social distancing to avoid passing on the virus." "Oh I have no intention of violating the health guidelines," replied Bon Stiga. "That's good," said Amazing Babe. "Now how about letting me free then and, hey what are those for?" This last was directed at a pair of mechanical hands that popped out of the horse and moved towards her. One latched onto her top and one onto her bottoms and yanked. The blonde gave an "eek" as her costume was ripped away and left her sitting naked on the horse. "I regret, though not much to be honest, that I am unable to release you at the moment," replied Von Stiga. "We are in fact just getting started." Amazing Babe was about to ask what that meant when there was a vibrating noise coming from the horse under her and a moment later she felt something hard start to push at her perfect ass. She tried to squirm out of the way, but it was no use and then it found her rear opening and began to push up inside her. "Damn, why do all you perverts always go after my ass," she cried as she felt whatever it was go in deeper and deeper. "For me it is a matter of scientific research," said Von Stiga. "I wish to learn if I can make you climax by fucking only your ass." "You could have just asked!" cried Amazing Babe as she felt the thing in her ass start to slide back and forth. It started off slow and then began to increase its pace as did the speed of the merry go round and even the music until the world went by in a high pitched blur. It was a race to see if she climaxed first or barfed, but the aphrodite gene didn't let her down and before the heroine could spew her supper, she felt her body convulse in a mind blowing orgasm. The thing kept pumping in and out of her for another few minutes as the ride slowed and finally stopped. There was a snik sound as the thing pulled out of her ass and she stumbled off the horse and fell to her hands and kneess on the ground, too dizzy to stand. "Ah very informative," said Von Stiga from wherever he was observing her. "Go fuck yourself," snapped Amazing Babe as she struggled to her feet. She was still naked and too woozy to fly, so she decided to find some place to hide out for a while and recover. She looked around and picked the Goldilocks pavillion at random. Surely, the bastard couldn't have booby trapped everything in the park. Amazing Babe stumbled into the Goldilocks house and stopped short at the sight of the three bears sitting at a kitchen table eating bowls of porridge. It took the heroine a moment to realize they were animitrons, though much more realistic than anything she had seen before. "Er, hello," she said,, feeling rather stupid for talking to these things. She knew the basic story of Goldilocks and had somehow expected the house to be empty. "Not again," said Mama Bear looking at Amazing Babe and frowning. "Um, pardon me?" asked Amazing Babe in confusion as she had also not expected the things to talk back to her. "I should think so," said Mama Bear. "You should beg our pardon for coming into our house uninvited, without knocking and stark naked. Have you no sense of decency young woman?" "I, uh," Amazing Babe floundered and then suddenly self consciously tried to cover her breasts and shaved pussy with her hands. This is ridiculous she thought even as she did it. The bears were well bare as in they didn't have any clothes on other than the apron worn by Mama Bear and a stupid looking hat by Papa Bear. Not only that they were just dumb machines and they had no business talking to her like that. "She's got nice big tits momma," said Baby Bear pointing at Amazing Babe's breasts. "There, you hear that?" demanded Moama Bear. "Your slutty behaviour is having a negative influence on my son." "Er, sorry," replied Amazing Babe wondering when she had stepped into the Twilight Zone. "Well, I think there is only one thing to do," rumbled Papa Bear speaking for the first time. "I think it is time we taught intruders a lesson they won't soon forget." "Now look here," began Amazing Babe as she started to get annoyed at the attitude of these machines. She stopped in mid rant, however, when Papa Bear stood up and displayed one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. "Ok, I am out of here," she cried and turned to head for the door. She was willing to take her chances with the Baron over some obviously malfunctioning machines. Before Amazing Babe could reach the door, however, Papa Bear reached out and grabbed her long blonde hair. "Hey let go you stupid fucking bear," snapped Amazing Babe as Papa Bear began to drag her down the hall from the kitchen by her hair. "My what a potty mouth you have," said Papa Bear as he reached a bedroom with three beds in it and tossed her down on the largest one. "You teach the slut a lesson Papa Bear," said Mama Bear following them in. "Can I watch?" asked Baby Bear. "Please, please can I watch the slut get punished?" Amazing Babe lay on her back on the bed trying to come to grips with this insanity and watched Papa Bear coming towards her with his massive schlong bouncing up and down. "I think you might as well," said Mama Bear to Baby Bear. "A good way to learn is to watch your elders. One day you will have a house of your own and you might need to protect it from slutty intruders like her." Baby Bear clapped his hands for joy and turned to watch his father at work. "Oh no that thing is way to big," cried Amazing Babe as Papa Bear got on top of her and spread her legs apart. "I think it's just right," smirked Papa bear, "and maybe next time you will think twice before barging into someone's house." Using his weight he pinned the blonde to the bed and guided his huge member towards her unprotected pussy opening, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" screamed Amazing Babe as Papa Bear's cock began to push inside her, spreading her pussy wide. Surely this had to be a dream. That was it, she must have passed out after the Merry-Go-Round and this was all a dream, ecept it sure as hell didn't feel like it as Papa Bear worked his cock in deeper and deeper until finally the entire length was buried inside her and his huge hairy balls rubbed on her ass. "Give it to her good dear," said Mama Bear. "Fuck the whore so hard, she won't bother us again." "You go dad," encouraged Baby Bear, his eyes fastened on the bed. Papa Bear grunted and then began to piledrive his cock in and out of Amazing Babe's pussy with what the blonde thought was maybe an all too realistic animal intensity. "Wow Mama, look at her big boobs bouncing," laughed Baby Bear as he pointed at Amazing Babe's heaving melons "They are just like two big balloons!". Maybe I should have tried the Hanzel and Gretel house, thought Amazing Babe as the bed creaked and moaned under her and her body shuddered under the impact of Papa Bear's pounding. * * * For the record, Jungle Bae, Lady Kraft and Texas Star were not in Delta City to experience the villain's creative attempts at sexual assault with proper social distancing as they were in Africa, England and Texas respectively assisting in the pandemic efforts there. Shield was locked away in her dorm room in quarantene after returning from Spring Break in Florida. As for Power Lass, she was on patrol when the Aberration dropped a crane on her head. He got away after fucking her silly for several hours. You might ask how this maintained proper social distancing and well it didn't. The Aberration was never very bright. The last laugh was on him, however, since Power Girl in her capacity as Nurse Karen Clarke was an asymptomatic carier of the virus and the Aberration was sicker than a dog who eats a two week old hot dog he finds in the back yard. * * * The villains were once more gathered together for a virtual meeting to discuss and compare their recent efforts on assaulting the super heroines of Delta City while maintaining proper social distancing. "Ach, you should have seen the look on her face when Papa Bear finally finished fucking her and she ran out of the house and tried to hide in the Little Red Riding Hood exhibit only to find the Big Bad Wolf waiting for her," laughed Baron Von Stiga. "He railed her for another three hours." "Very nice," purred Kitty Cat. "The Police finally hauled Lady Midnight down to the cells, wearing proper PPE of course. She had 42 orgasms before the drug finally wore off. I heard the cops had a pool going and Captain Hawk was the winner." "Omega Woman stayed in the clock until the cum tank finally went dry," put in Council Commander, "and that was a 500 gallon tank! When she crawled out of it, she was totally unrecognizable under all that cum. Someone live streamed the entire thing, from a safe distance of course. They weren't just worried about the virus, no one wanted to get near her in the mess she was in." "Champion Girl finally managed to drain her balls," put in Panthress, but she had to resort to sucking her own cock to do it." The she male villain beamed at the others, many of whom shifted uncomfortably in their seats though it wasn't clear whether it was out of disgust at Panthress's plan, or embarrassment at having enjoyed watching it unfold. "That sounds like what happened with the Spectres," put in King Pimp. "At the end, the sluts were begging for their johns to use dogs to fuck them, so they could make their target. It was so successful, I am considering keeping a virtual whorehouse going even after this virus crisis has passed." "Overall, it seems like our efforts, except for the Aberration of course, were very successful," observed Dragon Queen. "And we all maintained proper social distancing and social isolation," added Professor Pervo. "I think we should all get fucking medals," smirked the Geek. At that moment, the monitors of all the villains went black "I didn't do anything!" cried Nightmare Witch. The screens lit up again and a black hooded man looked out at them all. He started to speak, but his voice was a computer distorted thing. "It has recently come to our attention that you have been conducting acts of extreme sexual harassment against the super heroines of Delta City, often using precious Internet resources in a time of national emergency. In addition, you made a personal attack on the younger brother of one of our members known as er BigDick69." The figure paused and somehow managed to convey more than a little embarrassment even through the hood hiding his face. He cleared his throat and went on. "We will not allow this to continue. You will be held to account for your actions as of this moment. We are Anonymous. We are legion. We are now sponsored by Wade Industries." The image vanished from the screen and left the villains staring at each other blankly. * * * Behind her, Dragon Queen heard a series of clicks as the cages of all her experimental mutants unlocked. These were the mutants she had yet to condition to not treat her as a target for their sexual aggression and only to go after targets she designated. Oh "Oh shit," she muttered and bolted for the door. She didn't make it. * * * Professor Pervo's screen changed to a series of flashing lights and circles that soon had him sitting there mesmerized. Then the screen cleared again and a simple program written in a very old version of BASIC appeared. 10 Remove pants 20 Pick up malet 30 Hit your balls with the mallet 40 Goto 10 As if in a trance, Pervo dropped his pants, picked up the mallet that someone had thoughtfully left beside his computer and began to hit himself. * * * Kitty Kat watched as a text message appeared on her screen. "We know you are a cat lover. The Delta City Zoo has started an adopt a pet program to help look after some of their animals during this crisis. Thank-you for your help in this endeavor. Wade Courier will be delivering your new pet shortly." Kitty Kat heard her front door open and a moment later heard something large pad into her room. The roar it made sent all her little kitties running for cover. * * * Nightmare Witch watched as her computer came back to life and the text to speech program built into Windows began to recite a spell. She screamed and banged fruitlessly on the keyboard trying to stop it. A moment later she vanished. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a large blinking neon sign. "Welcome to the Eighteenth level of Hell. This level is reserved for pedophiles who specialized in abusing young girls." Nightmare witch breathed a sigh of relief. She was at least clearly not a young girl. She then looked down at the clothes she was wearing and saw her normal clothes had been replaced by those of a little girl. They were all pink and had puppies and ponies prancing around on them. Her hair was also done up now in pigtails with a pink ribbon tied around each one. "Hello little girl," said a deep menacing voice. Nightmare Witch looked up to see the speaker and a few hundred other rough looking men starting to gather around her. "Have you been a bad girl?" asked the man. * * * The Geek sneered at the screen. Anonymous? Hah! Those idiots were amateurs compared to him though there was a slight uneasyness at the back of his mind. Had he remembered to update his anti-virus software lately or had he been too busy working on his sex drones? He had also been spending a lot of time on the dark web watching pirated movies. Maybe he should check his computer defences now while he thought about it. He reached for his keyboard and paused. He looked around his room. Where had his sex drones gotten to? He was sure he had left them over in the corner, but they weren't there now. A few secondslater, his body convulsed as the taser hit him. When the Geek opened his eyes,he found himself dangling from one of his sex drones just like he had done with Night Raven. Also, like her he was very naked. In front of him the drone with the video screen came to life and a message began to appear. "We have borrowed two of your sex drones for an errand. Do not worry, they will be returned to you shortly. In the meantime, we hope you will enjoy the companionship of the remaining drone." The Geek heard the third sex drone buzzing behind him. A moment later it struck. * * * The two missing sex drones flew in the windows of King Pimp and Lord Power that had somehow been conveniently left open. Each drone clamped a VR headset on the two villains. The real world vanished and when they looked around, they found themselves in the same hotel room as the Spectres, but with a few changes. King Pimp was now a large breasted, black woman dressed in six inch heels, a mini-skirt and a low cut top that showed a hint of her large nipples peeking out. Lord Power still had something of the cyborg about him, but he looked more like seven of nine with basketball sized tits. "Hello Queen Pim and Lady Power," said an unseen voice. "Welcome to Virtual Whorehouse 2.0, brought to you by Wade Software, where you get to live out your wildest fantasies. Please note the 100,000 dollar target per day and the asociated pricelist. Good luck ladies!" * * * After visiting King Pimp, one of the sex drones next paid a visiton Council Commander where it attached a wristband to the surprised neo Nazi then flew back out the window. There was a bing and the wristband was activated. Council Commander stared down in shock at his hand and saw it was now brown. A message appeared on his computer screen. "Greetings Council Commander. You have probably noticed by now the personal holograph projector attached to your wrist. You may thank Wade Labs for this life transforming device. We do not recommend you try to remove it because ...," When Council Commander stopped screaming, the messge continued. "... because it will deliver a very painful shock. Your new name is Steve Blackmon. To help you accclimate to your new identity, we have sent an email on your behalf to the nearest white supremacy groups, providing all the necessary contact details such as your phone number and address so they can properly welcome you to the neighborhood. We are afraid that some of these groups have not proved very cooperative when it comes to maintaining proper social distancing during the current crisis. We apologize for any inconvenience or grievious bodily harm this might cause you." A loud angry banging began on the door of the newly minted Steve Blackmon. Glancing out the window, the frightened man saw a hint of white sheets and rope. * * * The Bilbo Brothers looked at each other. "I think we should get out of here bro," said Bart. Biff nodded and they ran for the door. The gas coming out of their computer knocked them out before they could reach it. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves chained naked to a wall thanks to those handy sex drones which preserved proper social distancing. Looking around, they saw a video camera pointing at them with the red record light blinking. "Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to the newest reality television show," said a voice coming from somewhere. Our show is called Shock a Rapist. Our volunteers, the infamous Bilbo brothers have had their genitals connected to Tesla Coils. For those not familiar with those devices, they produce a high voltage, low amp electric shock. Nothing fatal, which is regretable, but on the other hand it is extremely painful, especially when applied to those delicate private parts. As valued viewers, you can activate the Tesla Coils for a small ten dollar donation to a local food bank as facilitated by the website provided by Wade Software. We are sure there are many out there who have met the Bilbo Brothers personally and wish to contribute to an important charity in this time of crisis." The Bilbo Brothers looked at each other and then started to scream as the donations flowed in. * * * Panthress also woke up after her computer spilled gas out into her face. She hadn't thought such a thing was possible over an ethernet connection, but it wasn't like she had a computer science degree was it? Looking around, she seemed to be in some large metal tank. Now why did that ring a bell in her memory? "Greetings Panthress," said a voice that echoed off the metal walls. "We borrowed the large tanks of Herr Council Commander's little clock and you are inside one of them. We have filled the other with cum again. The elephants were not up to the task of filling it a second time, but we supplemented with rhinos, hippos, giraffes and other zoo animals." At this point, a single drop of cum landed by Panthress's foot and made a CLINK sound as it hit. "The cum will as you see drop into your container, one drop at a time. Consider it a modern variation on the old Chinese Water Torture Test, though we apologize if that term is not politically correct. We estimate that if you can stay afloat, you should be able to keep your head above er cum level until the Police show up to release you. Have a nice day." * * * Captain Chloroform woke up in a cage after his computerized chloroform gun had turned on him. Damn, he knew he should have stuck with the old fashioned mechanical types and not gone in for a "smart gun". It might also have been a good idea to change its default administration password from "password" as well he added ruefully. The cage, he realized was quite large and filled the inside of the very same wrestling ring he had used with Wolf Woman. "Er, anyone there?" he called out timidly, not sure whether he wanted an answer or not. "Our first contestant," said the PA system crackling to life, "is Captain Chloroforom, commonly known as a cowardly weasal." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" yelled the indignant captain. "His opponent was created by adding Panthress's special formula to Knockout Man. Give it up for KnockoutWoman!" The door to the dressing rooms opened and a figure strode down the aisle to the ring. To CaptainChloroform's horror, Knockout Woman not only had a pair of watermelon sized jugs now, but also a penis that would have made any male porn star feel inadequate. Captain Chloroform backed as far away from that side of the cage as he could, but Knockout Woman just oozed through the cage bars and stood there waiting for the bell. "This match will be a best of 23 falls," said the voice over the PA. "No tapouts allowed." The bell rang. * * * "Hey wake up pal," said a rough voice and Baron Von Stiga opened his eyes blearily and quickly wished he hadn't,. He found himself staring into the face of a pig. Not a cute little pig like Porky or even Babe, but a large, dirty pig with horrible breath. Von Styga realized after a moment that it wasn't a real pig since of course pigs can't talk. It must be one of the animitrons from the Fairy Tale amusement park. "What, what is going on?" he stammered out. "Some asshole has been blowing down or blowing up the houses of my brothers and me," said the pig, leaning in even closer. "Brothers?" repeated Von Stiga, wondering why he was having problems thinking clearly until he remembered the gas. "Yeah, who do you think these two guys are, Hanzel and Gretel?" asked the pig in a beligerant tone. Looking past him, Von Styga saw two more pigs, just as big and ugly as the first one. "What, what do you want with me?" he asked. "Are you slow or something?" asked the pig. "I told you, someone has been blowing up our houses and we need a place to stay. The nice lady who owns the park, her name is Brenda Wade, said we could stay with you. I hope you got lots of food and beer in the fridge." "Er, I am not sure," said the still confused Baron. "And this is a full service joint isn't it?" asked one of the other pigs. Full service?" repeated Von Stiga uncertainly. "Yeah, full service," said the third pig and the not so good Baron suddenly noticed that all three of these monstrosities had a very large and very erect cock that they were stroking as they looked at him. * * * "Thanks again for your help with resolving this situation," said Brenda Wade as she leaned back in her chair. "I have transferred the million dollars in bitcoin to the account you gave me." The hooded figure on the monitor merely nodded his head in thanks and broke the connection. "Well back to being bored," said Lydia Willis as she leaned against the doorway to Brenda's office. "Well the experience wasn't all bad," said Brenda with a smile as she stood up and stretched. "We did learn some important things." "Such as?" asked Lydia. "Such as some new ways to pass the time in social isolation," replied Brenda with a grin as she began to undo her blouse. She considered the possibility that the aphrodisiac hadn't worn off yet, but decided to worry about that later. "Sounds like more fun than watching Tiger King for the tenth time," agreed Lydia as she took off her top and let her girls out to play. "A lot more fun," she repeated as her lips met Brenda's. The End