Tales From Delta City #12: The Soul Vampires 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 Flag Girl, Hexanna, Night Raven, Shield (Carla Rodgers) and Commissioner Borden are the creation and property of Mr. X. As far as I can recall, all other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what I have depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Piya stirred uneasily in her sleep. She had never been troubled much by her dreams until recently when she had that encounter with the two sucubi. Now, her dreams were almost always erotic an she would wake up with an embarrassingly loud orgasm that brought ribald comments from her roomate Serena. \]][Author's Note: See "Tales From Delta City #9: School's In" for more details about Piya and the succubi.] In tonight's dream, she was having a shower and tentatively exploring her body with her fingers when a person that she couldn't seem to see clearly opened the shower curtain and stepped under the warmwater with her. She might not be able to identify the person, but her dream self soon felt their intentions as a hard cock rubbed over her stomach as her face was captured in a tongue exchanging kiss. Her dream lover released the kiss and strong hands gripped her hips and turned her around so she was leaning against the wall of the shower with her legs spread. There was the feel of a hot, throbbing member being pressed against her sex and the virgin girl was about to lose her dream cherry when the dream suddenly ended. Instead of waking, however, Piya slipped from her bed and dressed only in a long white cotton nightshirt, picked up the little charm they had learned to make that day in class and walked out of her room, down the stairs and outside. * * * "Hey old man I got you something." "Here girl, this is for you." Shield and Captain Glory, or rather Carla Rodgers and Steve Hodges since they were both out of uniform, spoke at the same time near the bar in Sanctuary and both stared at the identical looking small, square box the other was holding out in their hand. There was an awkward pause while they both thought about what to say next. "I got it for the anniversary of our meeting," they both said in unison. "Aw, isn't that sweet," said Trudy as she turned to look at the two from her position behind the bar where she was checking her stock before the evening rush began. "It's not like that!!" exclaimed Carla, shooting Trudy a glare. "We met one year ago tonight. I just thought I would get something to mark the occaision is all." "We, er didn't exactly hit it off that first meeting," added Steve. "Not that we have um hit it off like you might be thinking," he added with a blush that would have matched the red in his costume if he had been wearing it. The two heroes awkwardly exchanged their packages under the amused view of Trudy and Cyril who was leaning casually against the bar with a huge smile on his face. Carla opened the box that Steve had given her and took out a small silver chain with the female or Venus symbol attached to it. Steve opened his box and took out a small silver chain with the male or Mars symbol attached to it. "I was going by a jewellry store and saw it in the window," said Carla. "I don't know why, but it reminded me of you, so I went in and bought it." Aware of Trudy and Cyril's scrutiny, Steve just nodded his head and paused uncomfortably for a moment before speaking. "I, um had pretty much the same experience. It just seemed like something you might like," he finished lamely. The scene was interrupted by a man staggering out of the corridor from the bathrooms and promptly throwing up all over the floor and causing a couple at a nearby table to hurriedly move away. Steve sighed and went to get a mop and bucket. "Not my fault," called Trudy after him. "he came in drunk as a skunk and I wouldn't give him anything more to drink." "It's all very plutonic," hissed Carla to a still smirking Cyril. "I think you mean platonic," returned Cyril, "unless you have a thing for Mickey Mouse's dog." "Hmmmph," snorted Carla as she put the chain around her neck and picked up a couple of steins of beer from the bar top to deliver to a table. * * * Piya walked down the short flight of steps from street level and the door at the bottom swung open at her touch. The apartment within was dark, but she didn't seem to need a light as she crossed the single large room and went into the bathroom. Again, without turning on a light, the girl pulled the curtain aside and placed the charm in the shower. The young witch then retraced her steps out of the apartment and up the stairs. A few minutes after Piya left the apartment, a glow appeared in the shower. The glow intensified in brightness and suddenly there were two people standing there. They both had bright orange hair, pointed ears and were slight in frame. They were also quite naked. The bathroom now had a slight smell of marshmellows that competed with the smell of pizza drifting down from the restaurant above the apartment. The glow faded, leaving two pairs of white teeth gleaming in the darkness. * * * Scuff, Freak and Bingo were members in good standing of the Flaming Skulls. That lofty status was obtained only after one accomplished at least one murder and one rape. They had discovered that doing things 'old school" and lurking in dark alleys was a great way to add to their totals which had long since multiplied the entrance requierments. "Someone's coming," whisper Scuff from where he peered around the mouth of the alley into the dark street with the "malfunctioning" street light. His two companions quickly moved to join him in waiting ambush. A still sleepwalking Piya drew even with the alley and Scuff wrapped one hairy, smelly arm around her neck and clamped the other over her mouth as he pulled her into the garbage strewn alley. The attack woke Piya up instantly, but confused and dazed, she could only weakly struggle as she was dragged further into the dimness. "Fuck, the little slut just has a nightshirt on," snickered Freak. "Guess she was out on a bootty call," said Bingo and he quickly grasped the thin nightshirt and shredded it from Piyas body with a single savage rip. Piya's large medium brown boobs spilled into view as well as her neatly trimmed pussy. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth cause we got a use for it," said Scuff. "You be a smart little whore and don't try screaming or things will go bad for you. Nod your head if you understand me." Piy's heart was hammering with fear. She had no idea how she had got here, but she wasn't in doubt about what these men intended. She felt the man's arm tighten around her neck demanding an answer from her and she gave her head a quick jerk up and down. "Smart girl," sneered Scuff as he took his hand from her mouth and then spun her around to face him. Piya felt one of the other two move behind her and then she heard a zipper being pulled down. She gave a frightened look over her shoulder and gasped at what she saw. There was no doubt about how Freak had got his name as he rubbed his dribbling monster cock over her bare ass and the feeling made her interrupted dream flood back in with cruel clarity ,only now her situation was all too real. "No, please don't," she begged as Scuff grabbed one of her breasts in each hand and began to squeeze them none too gently. "Just relax girl, this won't hurt," laughed Scuff. "Well, at least it won't hurt us." "Actually, that isn't true," said a soft female voice from above the three would be once again rapists. "Who the fuck?" demanded Scuff, stepping back from Piya and trying to peer into the darkness above. A moment later, a lithe figure in a skimpy black costume dropped lightly in the alley. "Oh crap, that's the bitch they call Night Raven," yelled Bingo. "So what?" sneered Scuff. "There are three of us and only one of her. I like those odds." "Make that two to one," replied Night Raven as she spun quickly on one spiked boot heel and smashed the other foot full force into Scuff's face. He flew backwards and crashed into a dumpster and slid to the ground unconscious. Bingo and Freak looked at each other and then turned and ran for the alley mouth, Freak's previously hard cock suddenly gone limp and he was a step behind Bingo as he was trying to get his member under cover while running. That meant it was Bingo who suddenly felt something wrap around his ankles and he pitched forward to do a face plant on the hard ground. Without breaking stride, Freak leaped over his fallen comrade and was rewarded with something hard ramming into his gut and driving all the air from his lungs. Still trying desperately to breathe, he only had a second to see the fist coming towards his chin and then his world went black. Nevada Jones and Nefertari stood looking down at the two fallen gang members and then high fived each other. The pair were dressed in their Ivory and Ebonee costumes, but Piya took one look at Ebonee and blurted out her real name. "Nefertari! What's going on? How did I get here?" "You really need to work on that secret identity bit," commented Nevada as she looked at her partner. "It's her magical ability," replied Nefertari. "It makes her immune to the Clark Kent effect." Then she turned to her student. "I was doing a bed check at the school and found you gone," she said. "I contacted Nevada for help and a simple tracking spell led us to you." "Jeez, any more secret identities you want to give out to the world?" asked Nevada. Nefertari looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I am having trouble getting the hang of secret identities." "No shit," replied Nevada. "Well you might not be good with secret identities, but you both fight well," said Night Raven who had listened to their banter with a smile on her face. "What I'm wondering though is what this was all about? The young lady here seemed to be sleepwalking until those goons grabbed her." Nefertari frowned. "I think there was some kind of magical spell involved, but the exact nature of it is beyond me. It might be that her recent encounter with two sucubi left her more vulnerable to such things. Hexanna is away at a convention for a few days, but once she returns she might be able to learn more." "You said something about a school?" asked Night Raven. "Hexanna is involved? I didn't know anything about that." "It is not something that we are widely advertising outside of the mystic world," replied Nefertari. "As a fellow member of the She Legion with Hexanna, I don't see any harm in telling you. She recently started a magic school and Piya here is one of the first students." "What is it called?" asked Night Raven. "I bet it's something like Hexanna's School for the Magically Gifted." Nefertari looked surprised. "Yes," she said simply. "And magic schools have conferences?" asked Night Raven. "The conference is for small private schools with unusual students," said Nefertari. "I forget his last name, but Hexanna was quite excited to learn the key note speaker was some man named Charles." "Um, guys," said Piya with chattering teeth and with one hand trying to cover her boobs and the other her pussy. "In case anyone has forgotten, I am stark naked and its bloody cold out here!" * * * Moist sucking sounds came from the shower in the apartment, though with still no light to illuminate what was happening, any observer would only have seen indistinct forms moving. One of those forms had a distinctly female silhohuette and its head was sliding back and forth on a prodigious penis shapeed object which was in fact what it was. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," moaned the standing figure as he rested his hands on the top of the head of the kneeling figure that was servicing his member. ""Yes, keep sucking me sister dear, I am almost there and ready to reward your talent and effort." There was no reply from the kneeling figure unless it was to intensify her efforts. Her head pushed forward until she had swallowed his entire length and she held it there in her throat until she felt it begin to spurtload after load of warm spunk down her throat. This went on for a full minute before the stream subsided and then she stood up and drew her brother into a deep kiss, sharing someof his seed with him which he greedily took from her mouth with his tongue. "That was a marvelos introduction to this mortal world, brother dear, but I think it best we take our leave from this place and find somewhere safer to plot our actions," said the woman in a husky whisper. "You are correct as always sister," said the man. "I sense the bitch we were hoping to find is not present in this human dwelling or even within range of my senses, but I sense the whore has allies nearby." The two still naked beings walked out of the bathroom and looked around the empty apartment, lit only by dim light coming in from a basement window. "I believe we will attract less attention if we are clothed," said the woman. She went to a small wardrobe and opened it to examine the contents. "Ah suchdrab and dismal garments the bitch has left behind, but they shall have to suffice." She took out two identical white blouses and two gray denim skirts and passed one set to her brother. "Are you sure this is appropriate atire?" asked the man after donning the blouse and skirt. The now dressed woman turned and gave his cock a squeeze through the skirt. "I am sure it will be fine," she assured him. "Mortals have such appalling taste in clothes that I am certain no one will even comment on it." * * * "Hey, catch a load of the sissy fag in a skirt," The pair had walked only a couple of blocks from the apartment when they heard the sneering voice. Looking across the empty street, they saw a young blak man dressed in jeans and a black hodie pointing at them while a young white woman in an extremely short skirt and low cut blouse stood next to him. "I do not understand the meaning of his words, but his tone is clearly not respectful," said the man. "I do believe that you were mistaken about the suitability of these garments." "Well that is easily remedied," said the woman with a smirk as she led the way acrosss the street. "Hey what is your name sissy boy?" said the man in the hoodie. "I got some pervert clients that would love to fuck that sissy ass of yours. What do you say? Want to come work for old Horace?" Horace turned to get a better look at the woman and gave a whistle. "That offer goes for you too sweetie. It looks like you got a nice big set under that schoolmarm outfit." "My name is Wrack," said the man calmly. "This is my sister Rune. Give us your clothes." Horace gaped at the pair for a moment then pulled a switchblade from the pocket of his hoodie and flicked it open. "You get smart with me sissy boy and I will cut you a new one." Wrack only smiled and Horace only saw a blur of movement and then there was a crushing pain on the wrist holding the knife. He tried to scream as bones ground on bones and the knife dropped to the ground, but no sound came from his lips. The hooker with Horace moved to try and interfere, but suddenly Rune had seized her by the throat and was lifting her off the ground. "What is your name girl?" asked Rune with a smile that displayed those white, sharp teeth. "T ...tina," the hooker managed in a strangled voice. "I desire your clothes as well," said Rune staring intently into the girl's eyes and Tina couldn't nod her head fast enough in agreement. [Author's Note: See Delta City PI #31 for the first appearance of Wrack and Rune ... and no, the spelling of her name is not a mistake.] * * * The rotating coloured lights of the Delta City PD cruiser flashed off the walls of the nearby buildings as the two uniformed officers knelt down on the sidewalk to examine the bodies. "They're still alive Sarge," said Officer Mueller as he touched the wrist of the girl who was wearing only a lacy black thong and bra. "I'm not sure that's a good thing," replied Seargent O'Brian when he looked into the wide open and vacant looking eyes of the African-American man who was cladonly in boxers. "I recognize this guy. His name is Horace Dixon and he's a small time pimp with just a couple of girls. She's probably one of his," he said gesturing towards Tina. Mueller shuddered. "They look like someone drained their souls out of them the way they are just staring into space. I mean, they are awake, but neither of them seem to have a clue we are here." "Call in for an ambulance," O'Brian ordered. "Dealing with something like this is way above our pay grade." * * * "Police remain baffled by the recent disturbing events on the streets of Delta City." Megan Fitzpatrick gave the camera her most somber and well practiced expression as she paused for effect before going on. "Over the last week, there have been a dozen victims of what some people are starting to refer to as the 'soul vampires'. The victims appear unharmed physically, though most of them appear to have recently participated in sexual intercourse and possibly against their will. Unlike the traditional vampire, however, no blood is missing and there are no pairs of puncture wounds on the victim's necks. Instead, the victims appear to have been drained of their life force and reduced to mindless vegetables." Once more Megan paused for effect and took a moment to mentally congratulate herself. The persons who had started to call the attackers 'soul vampires' had really just been her, but the term had been picked up by other reporters which gave her a glow of pleasure for a few seconds until she remembered the vacant look she had seen in the eyes of some of the victims before the police had hustled her away. That memory made her shiver and this time she was totally unaware of the dramatic effect it produced. "Police Chief Hawk would only say that inquiries are preceding and that the Monster, Aliens and Terrorist squad or MATS would soon put an end to these attacks. Meanwhile, citizens are urged to take extreme caution if approached by strangers. Ms. Americana, speaking for the She Legion stated that their members are out in full force patrolling and trying to capture the 'soul vampires'. This is Megan Fitzpatrick reporting. * * * "Mindy, where the hell are you?" asked Natasha Henry as she stepped out of the back door of The Irish Pig, a semi respectable bar run by a man named Asaan Kumar who insisted he was from County Clare in the embrald isle. Mindy couldn't seem to give up smoking despite numerous attempts and had told Natasha she was just nipping out back for a quick smoke, but that had been ten minutes ago and a worried Natasha had come to look for her friend. "Over here pretty prety," said a female voice from the darkness of the alley. "Mindy? Is that you?" called Natasha walking a few feet into the alley. "Stop screwing around, you are starting to scare the hell out of me!" Natasha took a few more hesitant steps and cleared the corner of a large overflowing dumpster and gasped. She saw her friend bent over what looked to be an old discarded chair. Mindy was naked and a small orange haired man was fucking her hard up the ass, making the blonde's large boobs bounce wildly and the chair creak ominously. The man noticed Natasha, but didn't break stride with his thrusting and just smiled at her. Natasha opened her mouth to scream, but couldn't get a sound out, so she turned intending to run back into the pub for help. An arm suddenly shot out and grabbed her by the hair. She was spun around and found herself face to face with an orange haired woman, pretty much identical to the man fucking her friend, except for gender. "Don't run away pretty pretty," said Rune staring intently into Natasha's eyes and the girl felt them start to swallow her up. "We haven't had a chance to play yet. My brother can't have all the fun now can he?" "No, no, no, please leave me alone," begged Natasha. "not until I have some fun," teased Rune as she slid one of her small hands under Natasha's short skirt and cupped her pussy through her panties. "I bet a pretty girl like you likes to have fun don't you?" Natasha only gave a small whimper as the hand now slipped into her panties and began to rub her clit. Despite her fear, the brunette could feel the stimulation making her wet which was probably a good thing as suddenly the molesting hand turned into a fist that was roughly shoved wrist deep into her. The smiling girl's other hand had transferred from its grip on her hair to cover Natasha's mouth so her scream was muffled into little more than a whisper. "See, I told you we would have fun," said Rune, leaning in to whisper in Natasha's ear. The elf's tongue then flicked out to lick the ear and then lapped across Natasha's cheek until Rune's mouth sealed over Natasha's and made the muffling hand unnecessary while she continued to pump her fist in and out of Natasha's pussy. "Ah it looks like your friend is having fun now too," laughed Wrack as he gave Mindy's ass a slap and began to fuck her harder. * * * "We've got to catch these bastards," growled Captain Glory as he and Shield watched two young women being loaded into an ambulance in the alley behind a pub. He and his young partner had been out patrolling and found the naked girls in a routine check of the alley with that now all too familiar vacant eyed stare. "We don't have much to go on," returned Shield. "All we have is that one totally freaked out witness who swears she was chased by a couple of orange haired elves or fucking leprecauns. She only got away when some bus on a pub crawl came around the corner unexpectedly and scare them off." From her description, we might as well go bust the little prig on the Lucky Charms box." "There's no pattern that I can see to the attacks," said Captain Glory. "They are spread out all over the city and not clustered together. If you plot them chronologically on a map, there is no indication of any pattern that I can see." "If it was simple, Borden and Hawk would be all over it," snorted Shield. "Some of the other She Legion members are trying decoys to flush them out. I hear Ms. Americana has Flag Girl parading around looking like a cheap hooker, hoping these 'soul vampires' will take the bait." Now it was Captain Glory's turn to snort. "Dressed like a cheap hooker? How is that any different than from what she normally wears Ow!" The latter exclamation coming when Shield gave his arm a hard punch "That isn't fair," she told him. "They are doing their best to catch these assholes." "I know, I know," replied Captain Glory lifting his hands in a sign of surrender. "How is Flag Girl doing?" "About five hundred bucks a night from what I hear," replied Shield absentmindedly as she searched the alley for any clue that might help them. "You any good at that Sherlock Holmes kind of shit old man?" Captain Glory shrugged. "To be honest, I am generally better at punching things. I mean if I was Sherlock Holmes, I would point to that clump of red mud over there and deduce their hideout from it somehow." "Hmmm," replied Shield and as she bent down to take a closer look at the mud, the cops and other first responders got a good look at her ass. "You know, that is the only bit of that stuff in this alley." "It could have been carried in on someone's shoes," agreed Captain Glory, "but what are the odds it came from our attackers? Even if it did, I dont see how that helps us." "I was just thinking about that new highrise they put up on Flint Street," replied Shield. "I saw huge mounds of red mud like this over there. The outside of the building is mostly finished, but they busted the contractor for bribary, or I should say for not making the bribees big enough. Construction is halted while they shake him down for more money. It might make a great hiding place." "It seems like a long shot," saidCaptain Glory dubiously. "I would think a place like that would also attract drunks and the homeless looking for a place to shelter." "It's the only shot we have at the moment, so what have we got to lose?" asked Shield. "Besides, any drunks or homeless types who wandered into any place the people we are after are would just seem like a free meal to them." * * * "I'll start at the ground level and work my way up and you can start at the top and work your way down," said Captain Glory a half hour later after they had climbed the high fence around the building site and stood in front of the mostly completed building. Shield looked up at the sixty story building. "Why do I get to start at the top?" "Because you are a lot younger than me as you keep reminding me," replied Captain Glory. "You wouldn't want an old man like me having a heart attack climbing all those stairs would you? Sure as hell the elevators don't have power yet." "Whatever!" replied Shield as she rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs. She paused to look back at Captain Glory. "Be careful old man and call me if you need help." "Be careful yourself girl and you can call me if you need help," returned Captain Glory. * * * "Mmmmm, you look yummy enough to eat," said a sultry female voice and Captain Glory spun around to see a slightly built woman with bright orange hair and pointed ears leaning against the doorjamb of an unfinished apartment. The "slightly" adjective excluded her large breasts that looked even larger on her small frame and the fact they were almost falling out of the low cut blouse didn't hurt their appearance any either. "Who are you?" he asked, instinctively holding up his square red, white and blue shield in front of him for protection. "You can call me Mistress Rune," replied Rune with a gentle laugh that sent a shiver down Captain Glory's spine despite its surface appearance of being nonthreatening. "Now, why don't you put down that silly toy of yours and come keep me company." Captain Glory found his gaze transfixed by the woman's eyes. He couldn't tell for the life of him what colour they were, but they seemed to reach inside him with a velvet covered force. He dimly heard the clang as his shield fell to the floor and he followed her wiggling ass into the unfinished apartment on the ground floor. * * * Shield was huffing and puffing for breath by the time she reached the top floor of the building. You never saw a fat Aphrodite as the gene's metabolism seemed to burn off as many trips to DQ as you made, but Shield knew she should be working out more and eating fewer Brownie Earthquakes. She vowed to get to work on that resolution next week as she caught her breath and scanned the hallway. There were a dozen or so doorways, missing their doors, leading off from the hallway. Suddenly a man with bright orange hair and pointed ears stuck his head out of one of them, halfway down the hall. "Ah there you are pretty one," he said brightly and smiled at her which for some reason was not a reassuring action on his part. "Don't just stand there like a ninny. Get those clothes off and get in here. I need my cock sucked." Shield opened her mouth to snap an angry reply and found her eyes captured by those of the strange looking man. Her mouth snapped shut and her eyes glazed over a bit as she began to pull off her costume as she walked down the hall. "You can call me Master Wrack," said Wrack as he turned to face the door from the middle of the room. He had let his borrowed jeans fall to the floor and he was stroking his hard cock from which a steady stream of precum was flowing. "Yes Master Wrack, said Shield in a dull sounding voice as she sank down to her hands and knees and began to crawl across the floor with her breasts swinging enticingly under her. "That's a good little whore,"smirked Wrack as he felt Shield's lips wrap around the head of his cock. * * * Captain Glory lay on his back, large hands reaching up to each cup one of the huge breasts of the red haired Rune as she rode his cock. He squeezed the soft flesh and pinched the hard nipples as she used her powerful leg muscles to thrust herself up and down as if doing pushups. "Mmm, it has been along time since I had an Adonis male," purred Rune. "I had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have such a huge cock inside me and just how long you could last. Pity that I will have to suck your soul out when we are done. You don't mind do you?" "No Mistress Rune," he replied tonelessly. "I only want to make you happy." "Aaaaaeeeeeiiiiiooooouuuuuuu," screamed Rune as she came and squeezed Captain Glory's cock tighter in the velvet softness of her pussy. "Oh, you are making me very happy indeed," she murmered as she dismounted from his cock and quickly took it in her mouth to begin avidly sucking on it. She was rewarded for her efforts a few moments later with a jet of warm, sticky cum in her mouth. * * * "Would you like me to paint that pretty face of yours?" asked Wrack as he felt his balls begin to tingle as he thrust his cock in and out of Shield's mouth as she knelt there in the unfinished apartment. "Yes Master Wrack," came the muffled reply from the heroine as she slowly pulled her mouth back along the length of the shaft, keeping a tight pressure on it with her lips. The head popped out of her mouth and Shield knelt there looking up with adoring eyes at the red haired elf as he gave his glistening cock a few strokes and then with a cry began to blast his load all over Shield's face. He came for a full minute and when he was done, the yung , auburn haired teen hero's face was covered in a thick coating of cum with a huge glob dripping off her pointed little chin. "Now that is a sight I will never get tired of," laughed Wrack. "I swear you are the best cocksucker I have found yet in this human world. I will be sorry when I have to suck out your soul, but then there are plenty of other fish in this sea. Before that though, turn around and give me that wet pussy of yours to fuck." "Yes Master Wrack," replied Shield and immediatly assume the requested position and offered her ass up to the elf. "Please fuck me Master Wrack. I want to feel your wonderful cock inside me." Shield gave a squeal of delight when Wrack did exactly that, burying his throbbing member inside her with one hard movent and began to fuck her. * * * Rune had lost track of how many orgasms she had enjoyed from the mortal's cock, but found herself beginning to tire and get sleepy. An extended sex session always did that to her, so it was now time to regenerate herself by feeding on his soul. After that, she could sleep safely until she awoke and needed to feed again. Far above her, she could sense her brother's own tiredness as he too was approaching the end of his fun with the large breasted heroine. "I sense your little slut is almost done," laughed Rune. "I am afraid it is time for you to join her in mindless bliss, not that you can understand a single word I am saying in your current state." A small frown crossed Steve's face as he tried to understand the woman's words. They seemed to be coming from some vast distance and being filtered by thick intervening walls, but something niggled at his brain. "Carla?" he spoke the one word uncertainly. "Is that the slut's name?" laughed Rune. "Yes, she and you will both soon be mindless zombies, but you should rejoice in the knowledge that your life force will feed me for days." Steve continued to frown and he tried desperately to concentrate. The woman was telling him something important, if only he could understand what it was. Then his eyes fell on the silver chain around his neck with the male symbol that Carla had given him just a few days ago. It was like a fire suddenly burned through the fog in his brain and he sat up, dislodging Rune from where she was straddling his chest. "I won't let you hurt Carla!" he growled. Rune gaped at the human for a moment in surprise and then tried to reassert her control over him with her eyes. It was suddenly like trying to carve a stone with a knife made out of play dough. She couldn't recall once in her thousands of years of life when one of her victims had been able to refuse her anything. She was still gaping at him in shock when Captain Glory's fist slammed into her head. * * * Wrack gave Carla's ass a hard ringing slap that echoed off the walls of the unfinished apartment and then pumped another load of his cum into the girl's pussy. Was this the fourth or fifth time he had unloaded in her? Fourth he decided as the other time had been in her tight ass. He looked longingly at that ass and thought about trying it again when he yawned. Damn, he was exhausted and he was going to have to suck the life force out of the little minx so he could have a nice long sleep. "I am afraid pretty one that it is time to end the fun," said Wrack as he pulled his cock out of Shield and tottered to his feet. "No, please fuck me again Master Wrack," begged Shield. "I want to feel you cum inside me again." Wrack shook his head sadly. "Your oaf of a companion is almost done and my dear sweet sister is about to suck out his soul. It is time for you to join him in oblivion," The smile on Carla's lips wavered. "Steve?" she ventured. "If that his his name," replied Wrack with a shrug. "He is going to provide my sister with as nice a snack as you will be for me." Carla reached a hand up to rub her forehead, sending flakes of dried cum cascading to the floor. She sensed there was something important in what Master Wrack was saying, something about Steve. She tried desperately to concentrate on what Master Wrack was saying, no not Master Wrack. No man was her master, but she did have a friend if only she could recall his name and what he looked like. Then her eyes fell on the silver chain that still dangled between her ample jizz covered breasts and the female symbol on it. "You can't hurt Steve," she cried. "I won't let you!" "Of course you can you stupid cow," snapped Wrack as he once more reached out with his eyes to capture hers and reassert his dominance over this silly mortal bitch. He suddenly found he might as well have stuck his dick in a bear trap. In fact, doing so might have been less painful as Shield's round, red, white and blue shield came hurtling into the room from where she had dropped it in the hall and at her mental command slammed into his erect cock. Wrack screamed. * * * Captain Glory, shield in hand, bounded up the steps three at a time. He got to the 25th floor when he met Shield coming down also with her shield on her arm. Later, he would assert that she had only managed ten floors more than he had because it was easier going down than up. She, on the other hand, would tell him he was just getting old. "You're okay!" they both cried in unison and they gave out synchronized sighs of relief and stood there staring happily at each other. "You're naked!" were the next words they spoke, also in unison as they blushed and looked hurriedly away, and quickly deploying their respective shields to cover the essentials. "I, er will go get my costume," said Shield finally as she began to back up the stairs, holding her shield in front of her. "Um, me too," replied Captain Glory as he began to back down the stairs, making sure to keep his battered shield in front of his groin. * * * "Hexanna is sure she can restore them," said Nefertari as she stepped out of the hospital room where she and the returned sorceress had been examining some of the victims of the elves. "Wrack and Rune won't like the process very much as it will be very painful for them." At this, she gave a smile that Shield and Captain Glory returned. "It will take them some time for their victims to recover fully though." "What will happen to Wrack and Rune then?" asked Shield. Nefertari shrugged. "Reversing the process will send them back to their own dimension. It will be a long time before they will be in any condition to cause trouble for anyone." "It seems like they are getting off a bit lightly," commented Captain Glory. "Maybe yes and maybe no," said Nefertari with another smile. "From what I understand, their home dimension is a very nasty place with lots of predators. We might get lucky and one of those predators does us a favour when they are in a weakened state." "It couldn't happen to a nicer pair of bastards," replied Carla with a broad smile. "Thanks for your help," replied Nefertari. "I am guessing you two are plenty tired and ready for a long rest." "Actually," replied CaptainGlory as he glanced at Shield. "I think we have a hot time planned for tonight?" Shield nodded and the two heroes turned and walked away from a bemused lookingNefertari. * * * "Let's see, fifteen two, fifteen four, fifteen six,, fifteen eight and two pairs makes twelve and using the turned up card there is a run of three so that makes fifteen," said Cyril as he put down his cards and moved his pegs on the crib board. "How does he always manage that?"complained Carla in disgust as she tossed her useless cards onto the table in Sanctuary. "He cheats," said a disgusted Trudy who took a swig of her beer to drownher disgust. "I don't cheat," protestedCyril. "It is a game of skill and Isimply have more skill than the rest of you." "I was watching him like a hawk," sighed Steve. "I never saw him cheat." "The eyes are the first thing to go when you get old,"snapped Carla. "I think it is time for a new game," said Trudy. "Anybody up for a friendly game of strip poker?" she asked brightly. "NO!" yelled Carla and Steve in unison. The End