Tales From Delta City #14: Jail House Blues 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 (renda Wade), Hexanna, Omega Woman, Power Lass, Got Gal, the Geek, Nightmare Witch, Panthress and Professor Werder 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 [Author's Note: These "Tales" sometimes reference characters or events from previous stories I wrote. I have tried to provide enough context that you shouldn't have to read all those stories to understand what is going on. I have provided references to those stories for those who want to read them for more details.] 'Look before you leap' was one of those old sayings that Warden Brandy Phillips had thought only applied to cliff divers, trapeeze artists and the like, but she had since come to the conclusion it applied to Wardens as well. It was a promotion they had told her. She would be a role model for all women in the corrections field. A once in a lifetime opportunity to run the newest, most modern federal prison. Bullshit, was what she thought now about how they had conned her into taking this position as warden of the new MaxHold prison in Delta City. Trying to be fair, all those pluses had been true. Her career in corrections had seemingly hit a glass ceiling as a Deputy Warden of an all female medium security institution, while her role at the modern super prison had the potential to inspire other women in the field. What they hadn't told her was that none of the 17 men they had offered the job to would take it. They had seen the all too real potential for the prison to fail and take their careers down the toilet with it. If things went wrong at MaxHold, the Warden would be the most likely scapegoat to save the asses of those higher up in the bureaucratic food chain and the politicians above them. On paper, the specifications for MaxHold were impressive. It was an impregnable fortress that no one could escape from, but the designers had apparently never been to Delta City or watched a little film called the Titanic with its object lesson on human hubris. It was designed to hold the super powered criminals that seemed to flock to Delta City more than anywhere else in the world, possibly drawn by the never ending bounty of large breasted Aphrodite heroines. The prisoner section of MaxHold was laid out in a square with large, spacious cells on all four sides. The adjectives in this case gave each prisoner a 20 foot by 20 foot cell to themselves with doors leading both into the central courtyard for fresh air and exercise and a containment corridor that ran all around the perimeter of the cells. Prisoners could only get into the containment corridor through a double door airlock type system and all the walls and doors were six inch thick battle hardened steel. Entry into the staff section of the prison was controlled by another set of double air lock doors, while the courtyard had a foot thick plexiglass roof that light in but would stop anything short of an artillery shell. Add in the fact that the whole prison was on an island a couple of miles offshore from Delta City and you had something no one could escape from. Except, they had. The woman Sandra Wong, who called herself Golden Qilin had been the first. They still had no clue as to how she had pulled it off. When rounds were made, she was simply gone. Her cell had been empty with no signs of forced entry or exit. [Author's Note: Sandra's escape took place in Delta City PI #29.] The so called experts had theorized it had beendone by somekind of teleportation which was way beyond current Earth technology except in StarTrek. Brandy's superiors had gone nuts, but the escape had been kept quiet and Brandy had kept her job. A Professor Chow from the university had been the only civilian to know about the escape as she claimed to have been visited by and assaulted by Sandra. Homeland Security had paid Dr. Chow a visit and suggested that being Chinese, she should not raise a stink or she might find herself deported. The stupid fuckers hadn't bothered to learn Dr. Chow was a third generation American citizen. Later, there had been some kind of ultra hush hush incident at She Legion HQ involving teleportation and apparently the quite thorough rape of all the heroines which resulted in Professor Werder developing a teleport blocker. One of these had now been installed at MaxHold to hopefully plug the gap in their defences. No one was really sure since there were mutant teleporters, magical teleporters and science based teleporters. Did they work on the same principle? Would the device block all of them? No one knew, but Brandy had been told to make sure it did. Yeah, and for her next trick she would empty the Pacific Ocean using a child's sand bucket. Next had come the mass escape of every fucking prisoner in MaxHold. It seems those bright designers had neverheard of theAberration. He had tunneled all the way from Delta City and spirited off every prisoner in the joint. Not even he was strong enough to tunnel through several miles of bedrock under the ocean, but he was strong enough to hold some kind of weird ass drill which had. When the SWAT team folowed the tunnel back, it came up in a sewer in the center of Delta City. They had never found the drill, so it was still out there and who knew when it could be used again for the same purpose. At least the Aberration was apparently out of commission for the moment. The rumour was he was buried in a quicksand pit under the She Legion HQ parking lot. All the escaped prisoners had been captured and returned to MaxHold courtesy of the She Legion. Ok, they had all been returned until their high paid lawyers could either get them out on bail or bribe a judge to get them off completely. [Author's Note: The mass escape happened at the end of Delta City PI#37 and the teleporter incident and battle with the massed ranks of villains happened in Delta City PI #38 and #39.] That mass escape and the subsequent attack on the She Legion, however, had been way too public for it to be covered up. Brandy's superiors had made it quite clear that another such incident would not only end her career, but maybe result in an investigation to see if she was an accomplice or had been paid off. That wasn't true, of course and they all knew it, but that wouldn't stop 'evidence' from being found. It wouldn't do to have too many questions aimed at the politicians and their relatives and friends who had gotten large contracts to build the prison would it? "Your ten o'clock appointment is here ma'am," came the cool professional voice of Rio Tanaka over the intercom, her Administrative Assistant. Not secretary or receptionist, Rio had been quite clear about that. "Send him in," instructed Brandy as she tried to jar her negative thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on the next impending disaster, or so she perceived it might become. Her ten o'clock appointment was with the man that had been appointed her new deputy warden. There had not been an old deputy warden as the staffing levels at the highly automated prison hadn't warrnted one ... until now. Brandy wondered what the hell this change meant and she suspected the man was little more than a spy to check up on her and plant or manufacture any evidence her superiors needed to railroad her. The door opened and a tall man with short, dark hair entered and crossed to stand respectfully in front of her desk. "Ivan Christoff reporting ma'am," he said smoothly. "Have a seat Mr. Christoff," said Brandy after shaking hands and waving him to a chair. "Let's have a little chat and then I can give you a tour of the facility." Christoff nodded and sat down. He had used his superior alien technology to hack into the government computers and fashion a detailed past identity for himself that would pass the most stringent scrutiny. That is, he corrected himself, unless they actually went and talked to the people who were part of that background, but had never of course ever met him. He didn't like deception and wasn't very good at it, but it had been necessary to get him this job and get him where he needed to be. "I am really looking forward to this job ma'am," he said and smiled at Brandy. * * * "We are going to have to do things differently," said the green haired Phantasia as she looked around at her companions. "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh," came the muffled voice of the purple haired Zoolen from between Phantasia's spread thighs as her tongue was lodged deep in Phantasia's pussy. "Not you dear, or at least not what you are doing currently," gasped Phantasia as she patted Zoolen on the head. "Just keep on doing what you are doing and that part will work out fine in a minute or two." She refocussed her attention on the other four who were standing around watching and now and then absently rubbing themselves. "I meant that when we get out of this pathetic excuse for a prison, that we are going to have to change our tactics." "I don't see why we should," protested brown haired Oreon as she looked up from Zoolen's drenched face and forced her hand from her clit. "They have worked fine for us in the past. Why change now?" Phantasia tried not to gape at the woman in astonishment and hoped anything amiss on her face would be attributed to the effects of Zoolen's talented tongue. She forced her voice to something normal and not the incredulous scream she had initially wanted to use. "Our successful tactics as you described them resulted in us being put in shackles and sent off on a prison transport to some hell hole of a penal colony. We only escaped by my seducing that twit of a pilot and escaping in the life pods to this primitive rock. Then when we tried those tactics here, we failed twice, first with our alliance with the idiot Fish Men and the use of one of their nuclear devices and the second time using one of your volcanoes. The brain washed Aphrodite bitches on this world thwarted us both times." [Author's Note: In TalesFrom Delta City #4 (They Came From Outer Space) we met the six escaped alien females led by Phantasia. Each has different hair / costume colours and power. They were stranded on Earth along with Lisa, the pilot, and Christoff, the law Enforcement Agent, tasked with taking them to the penal colony. The alien women first tried to conquer Delta City in Tales #5 (Something Fishy in the City of Delta) when they made an alliance with the Fish Men and stole a nuclear bomb. Thwarted, they tried again in Tales #7 (New Beginnings) when they threatened the city with a volcano courtesy of Oreon's power over earth, stone and everything under the surface. That story ended with the six being captured and sent to MaxHold with power limiting collars.] "I dont understand," complained blue haired Hydrangea. "These so called super heroines are treated horribly by the public and the authorities they are defending. Barely a day goes by without some story about one of them being defiled by some male cretin while the very people they are defending merely watch or even join in the debauchery. They should be our natural allies and join us in conquering the normals." "Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiiooooooouuuuuuu," screamed out Phantasia as Zoolen's licking of her g spot finally pushed her over the edge into an orgasm. A wet faced Zoolen staggered to her feet, licking her lips and it took Phantasia a few seconds before she could speak again. "I don't understand it myself, but I can't argue with the reality. Once we have escaped, we will need to be more subtle in our approach. We can gather power to ourselves without directly confronting these heroines who I hate to admit it are formidible, especially when they work together." "We just underestimated them," growled red haired Pyros. "It won't happen again. I say we kill them all." "Oh we will if they can't be brought over to our side," said Phantasia as she dipped a finger into her freely flowing juices and then licked it clean. "We will start quietly and learn more about this world. When the time is ripe, we can start eliminating the heroines one at a time. We can pick them off individually when they are not expecting an attack much easier than letting them join together against us." "All that is predicated on us escaping from this pathetic prison as you termed it," pointed out white haired Arianna as she broke off from kissing Zoolen and cleaning the juices from her face with her tongue. "With these damnable suppression collars on our necks, however, I cannot see that happening anytime soon." "I know, I know," snapped Phantasia. "The witch is working on that." "Do you think we can really trust her?" demandedOreon. "Of course not," replied Phantasia, "but for the moment, our interests run together. I believe she is working on it even as we speak." * * * Jed Bradford moaned and pulled the long dark hair of the woman kneeling in front of him away from her face so he could get a better look at his cock sliding back and forth between her full, soft lips. His wife Laura had never given him such good head. In fact, the bitch had refused to do it unless he knocked her around a bit first. He had gotten nothing at all from her in the past three months since she took off with their kid and was hiding out in some shelter or other that even with his law enforcement connections, he hadn't been able to find. Well, besides getting this blowjob, he was going to find out where Laura and Jed Jr. were and then there would be a reckoning. As for Nightmare Witch, she considered being a frog too good for the prison guard and was thinking more along the lines of earthworm as she slurped on his cock and felt him leering down at her. Jail was a new phenomena for Nightmare Witch and she didn't much care for it. After that disaster with the demons had gone South, she had teleported away before the authorities could arrive, leaving her hapless fellow villains to their own devices. Thinking herself immune to mortal authorities, she had then set her sights on revenge against Hexanna by attacking her new magic school and its students. That too had been foiled, but there was always another day to plot and scheme and frankly it gave her something to do. [Authors Noe: Nightmare Witch was part of the massed villain assult in Delta PI #39. Her latest skirmish with Hexanna came in Tales #9 (School's In).] While Nightmare Mansion normally only appeared in this reality near Halloween when the borders between worlds was weakest, something had shifted in the magical world to allow her access whenever she chose. She had also thought she could retreat any time she chose to her personal reality when threatened, but something had blocked that path of escape. Even more mortifying was being caught off guard by this and allowing Hexanna to bind her with a spell. Around her neck was a glowing golden collar that dampened her magical abilities so much that lighting a candle with her mind was a strain and that was the simplest magical trick that every novice learned. "mmmmm you are a real good cock sucking bitch aren't you?" snickered Jed. "Keep going honey and I will reward you with a nice warm tummyfull of cum." Suddenly earthworm seemed too good for the man, thought Nightmare Witch, but she just clamped her lips tighter around the man's cock and kept bobbing her mouth up and down on it. She needed this corrupt fucker to get the magical ingrediants she required to escape this collar, so for now she would take his abuse. She had also made a deal with the six alien prisoners who were bound by the same type of collar. If she freed them as well, they would provide her with an escape from this island. She didn't trust the aliens in the slightest, but for now she would have to tolerate them. "Oh fuck baby, here I cum," moaned Jed and the witch felt her mouth fill up with warm goo that she was forced to swallow. This was repeated several more times until the guard had emptied his balls. "Howsoon until you can get me the items I described to you?" asked Nightmare Witch as she rose to her feet, wiping her hand over her mouth to remove the excess cum that had leaked out. "I got a day off tomorrow," replied Jed as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "I will see what I can do, but next time I get to sample that sweet pussy of yours. I can't believe how much you look like that stuck-up bitch Brenda Wade. Watching you suck my dick was just like watching her going down on me." "Just get me those items and you can wish for anything you want," promised Nightmare Witch. That was a true statement from her point of view and not a lie. He could wish for whatever he wanted, he just wouldn't get it. The only part of this debacle that amused her at all was the thought of him being turned on by imagining himself doing it to Brenda Wade. That was hardly surprising in that her current body was a clone of the bitch's with the exception of eye colour where her eyes were brown and Brenda's a baby blue. * * * "This is the perimeter containment corridor,"explained Brandy as they stepped through the second door into the corridor that encircled the cells. "Like the cells themselves and the courtyard, we can flood this with knockout gas if we detect any prisoners in it. There are also some more lethal deterents that can be brought to bear in here if needed." Brandy stopped speaking when she saw Jed Bradford come around the corner. She detested the man and she was certain the feeling was mutual. Bradford was a pig and rumour said he routinely beat his wife. He was also the nephew of Senator Williams and she couldn't get rid of him without a damn good excuse. "Why are you in this area Bradford?" she heard herself asking "There was a glitch on one of the sensors," replied Bradford with thinly disguised disdain. In his opinion, women had no business being prison guards and certainly shouldn't be wardens with authority over him. "I logged it in the system as per regulations." "Fine," replied Brandy cooly, wishing the man would just step over the line enough so she could chop his legs off. "This is Ivan Christoff, the new deputy warden." The two men nodded at each other and then Brandy led Christoff past the guard. She paused at the first occupied cell. "The cells all have cameras inside, but privacy rules say we have to give them 15 seconds warning before activating it to do a visual check. Each cell has its own toilet and shower, but no curtains." "The scum have more rights than they deserve," replied Christoff with some heat. Brandy didn't react, but made a mental note of his comment. There were others in the prison system who shared his view and god knew there were days when she wondered if they weren't right,, considering some of the crimes they commited. There really wasn't much being done in the line of reform in prisons anymore and that was even more so here at MaxHold. "There isn't much in the way of hiding places in these cells and even less reason for them to have anything to hide. For most of them, their hands and feet are more dangerous than any shiv they might make out of a toothbrush. and our protocols eliminate any direct contact with them." The Geek heard the buzzer by the door and smirked as he quickly hit a key combination on his keyboard. He had been watching the alien women making out for the last hour, but now an episode of Friends appeared on his screen and the log of his computer activity would confirm he had been doing nothing more illegal than binge watching a horrible sitcom. It was so very nice of those bleeding heart liberals to insist on some privacy rights for the poor misunderstood inmates of this maximum security institution. The small screen mounted on the wall doubled as a computer monitor and television for the inmates. It was supposed to give them access to only a few selected web sites and stations, but he had hacked it five minutes after they dumped him in this cell. He could watch all the porn he wanted and had even tapped into the camera security system. It appeared Nightmare Witch and the alien whores were planning an escape. Well let them, he thought. The food here wasn't bad and he had all the porn he wanted. His last battle with the super bitches had trashed his super robots and he needed time and more importantly money to rebuild a robot army. He was doing a brisk business running ransomware scams from here in prison and he would soon have enough money to consider escaping. That pervert of a Saudi Prince would probably pay him a small fortune to keep his secrets out of the news. He just had to reel in that phish. The viewscreen outside the Geek's cell lit up and Brandy went through the standard parts of the cell. On the left wall was a small bunk, just wide enough for one person comfortably. Past the bunk on the wall was a small open shelf and a dozen or so hooks for hanging clothes. "The hooks are plastic and will break away if anything much more than a pair of jeans is hung on them," she explained. "Nothing that will take the weight of a body if they want to suicide." On the far wall was a toilet sink and shower along with a few more breakaway hooks for towels, washcloths and robes. The door to the courtyard was in the center of the wall. "Unless they have been bad, they can go out into the courtyard anytime they want," explained Brandy. "We can override the door and lock them in if necessary." "Doesn't that allow the prisoners to visit in other cells?" asked Christoff disaprovingly. "Yep," agreed Brandy. "They are adults, so if they want to screw around then we don't care. It keeps them happier. They all tend to know each other and they don't seem inclined to force themselves on anyone because of that since any victim is just as likely to turn predator. Honour among rapists as it were." On the righthand wall was a small desk which held a keyboard and mouse to use with the screen mounted over the desk. Brandy pressed a button on the control panel and spoke into the mic. "Geek, this is Warden Phillips. How are you doing today?" "I'm just about through all the seasons of Friends," complained the Geek. "This Joey cracks me up. Any chance of getting us the Disney Plus service in here? I love Kim Possible and would love to jerk off while thinking about banging her sweet little bod." Christoff looked shocked, but Brandy didn't blink an eye. "Take it up with your lawyer Geek. You are lucky to be getting NetFlix." She hit a button and turned off the audio and video feed from the cell before the Geek could reply. Pantheress was in the next cell and after the 15 second delay, the video came on and they saw the dark skinned hermaphrodite in the shower. She turned to deliberately face the camera and began to jerk her already hard cock while she smirked at them. "Hey fuckers, if you want some of this then come on in and I will give it to you good." Brandy sighed and hit the off button. "All the cells are the same. Do you want to see any more?" "I understand you have some alien prisoners?" asked Christoff, trying to hide his keen interest in his former prisoners. Brandy arched an eyebrow. "How do you happen to know that? Their presence here is highly classified." "It was in the briefing material I was given," replied Christoff. I wonder whose relative this guy is to have access to that level of information thought Brandy, but she just gestured for her new deputy warden to follow her. "They all have separate cells, but they often congregate in their leader's cell. She is the green haired one called Phantasia." After the 15 second delay, they could indeed see all six women were in the same cell and were occupied in activities that the Geek would most certainly approve off. At the moment, they were paired off in three separate 69s. Brandy thought Christoff was going to blow a gasket as he stared at the screen. Like Panthress, the women knew they were being watched and didn't give a damn. Phantasia lifted her head from between Hydrangea's legs and gave the camera a wave before burying her tongue again in the other woman's pussy. "This is disgusting," stormed Christoff. "Those Valu ...," he stopped himself from using his world's term of Valusians, "those criminals should be locked up in a pit for their crimes." "At the moment, they are just on remand and awaiting trial," said Brandy. "They havent been convicted of anything though it is hard to imagine them being found innocent after threatening the entire city on television with a nuclear warhead. The volcano bit wasn't bad either." "You do not think they can escape?" asked Christoff. "Of course they could," admitted Brandy. "What do you think keeps me awake all night? For the moment though, they have those collars around their necks that reduce their powers to a Type I Aphrodite." She saw his puzzled look. "I'm surprised that wasn't in your briefing notes. Type I Aphrodites have some enhanced strength, speed, reflexes and healing power but top out about three times normal. Type II Aphrodites are more powerful, but require some kind of power object such as Got Gal with her emerald that she keeps losing along with her top. Type III Aphrodites are rarer and have significantly higher power levels without needing a power object. These powers might be flying, energy projection, ultra strength and so forth. Omega Woman and Power Lass are examples of Type III's as are these six sweeties, but the collars Hexanna put on them reduces them to Type Is which these cells can handle." "You say they are awaiting trial?" asked Christoff. "Yep, they, as in the politicians are trying to decide who has jurisdiction over them," replied Brandy. "I think everyone is hoping the authorities from their planet come along and take them off our hands. From what we were able to gather, they are escaped prisoners from their home world who crashed here. They claim they were plitical prisoners and want to claim refugee status." "You can't believe them!" cried Christoff. "Well the stunt with the nuclear bomb didn't help their claim," replied Brandy, "but you seem to have a pretty strong opinion about the. Why is that?" "No particular reason," grunted Christoff, getting his anger under control. "Well, a word of advice," said Brandy. "If you want to last in this field, you need to keep your emotions under check. Most of these prisoners frankly are scum in my opinion, but my opinion and yours don't matter. All prisoners will be afforded humane treatment and there will be no abuse or torture, no matter whether they deserve it or not. I hope I make myself clear?" There was a snap to Brandy's voice and Christoff, long used to a chain of command, recognized a superior giving an order when he heard it. "Understood ma'am," he replied quietly. * * * "What do you think of our new Deputy Warden?" asked Rio Tanaka that eveninng. "I am wondering if he is a plant to investigate me," replied Brandy and then gasped with pleasure when Rio's mouth closed around one of her nipples. The two were in bed together in Brandy's suite in the prison. Commuting from Delta City to the island was just not terribly practical as well as being a potential security risk. If she did have to go to the city, there was a helipad on the roof. Most of the employees stayed in dorms with a four day on and four day off schedule. Rio had not only made it clear early on what her job title was, but also her interest in Brandy. The brown haired straight girl from a farm in the midwest had been taken aback at first, but somehow had found herself in bed and in love with her Administrative Assistant. It was not a good idea and probably would get her in trouble if the relationship was disclosed. Hell, it would probably get her fired, but since that seemed almost inevitable, why worry too much about it? "He doesn't seem too high on Aphrodites," continued Brandy when she could concentrate enough to form words. Rio was really very good with her mouth. "Does he know you are an Aphrodite?" asked Rio as she transferred her mouth to the other nipple. "I don't really count as a Type Zero," moaned Brandy. "I've never discovered any super powers other than the ability to get paper cuts more often than anyone else in the entire world." "Paper Cut Girl," chortled Rio. "Move over Ms. Americana." "Go ahead and make fun," replied Brandy reaching out to tweak one of Rio's nipples. "You are a type zero yourself if the size of your tits is any indication." "Yeah and my super power is draining watch batteries," replied Rio. "I buy a new watch and it never lasts a day before the battery goes poof and fries the thing. If we are ever attacked by killer wristwatches from planet X then I will be the one to save the planet and not Omega Woman." * * * Jed Bradford watched the young man lock up the store and walk away. What was his name again? Harry Carpenter? Harry Tailor? Harry Shoemaker? It was something like that, but it didn'treally matter. If the world was ever in trouble, he looked like the last person in the world who would stand up to sve it. That kind of thing always fell to men like himself, real men. Jed glanced at the sky. It was almost dark, so he would wait another hour before hitting the shop. The punk was gone home for the night and the witch was over at her freaking magic school, probably teaching satanic rites to those kids. Most of them weren't American or at least real Americans, so wht else could you expect? * * * Officer Felicia McSweeney was walking her beat when she felt something in her pocket tingle that wasn't her cell phone. It took her a moment to remember the little charm Hexanna had given her after their last meeeting. That had certainly been an interesting meeting with the witch and Harry and the memory sent another tingle through her body, this time in her pussy. Tearing her thoughts away from that, Felicia began to hurry her steps toward Hexanna's magic shop. Since the shop contained a number of potentially dangerous objects if they fell into the wrong hands, Hexanna had rigged a special magical security system that sent alerts to her and to Felicia as the regular beat cop for the area the magic shop was in. Since it might be a false alarm and since it was totally unofficial, Felicia didn't call for backup just yet. She would check out the store and make sure it wasn't a rat or an invisible white rabbit first. * * * Hexanna sank into the huge bubble filled tub with a sigh. It had been a long frustrating day at school. She had been trying to teach the intricate steps necessary for proper safety when summoning demons. If you got it wrong, you would likely have a very painful eternity to regret it. The students were all inclined to take shortcuts and it was a damn good thing she had a safety pentagram around the whole room. She had managed to get all the students out of the room with only herself and Helen getting raped by the improperly called demon who had ripped off their clothes and impaled them on cock and tentacles before she could say the counter spell to send it back to the 23rd level of Hell. Hexanna rather suspected Helen would remember to use the proper ratio of bat wings to salamander gizzards in the future, though the girl had seemed pretty happy for a while after being impaled and stuffed full of demon cock. Of corse, she wouldn't have beenso happy if the demon had climaxed her a few more times and then taken her back down to Hell with it. Well that was then and this was now, so just enjoy the hot soothing water. She had even left her skull staff in her bedroom for her bath since she was also badly in need of a break from its nagging, lecherous nature for a while. Surely nothing too bad could happen in one short hour could it? * * * Jed pulled on a black balaclava as he got out of his car in the alley behind the magic shop and approached the back door. The stupid bitch didn't have an alarm system, so he wasted no time in quickly forcing the door with a small crowbar he had brought along and slipping inside. He shone a small penlight around as he moved from the back room into the main shop area. Nightmare Witch had told him to find two things, a pure silver rod and a jar of dried frog testicles. Jed hadn't been sure if frogs even had testicles and wondered how many frogs it would take to get a jar full of them. Felicia peered in the front window of the magic shop, but couldn't see anyone moving around inside. She circled around back to the alley and tried the back door, finding it unlocked. It was hard to tell in the dim light and she didn't want to use her flashlight and alert anyone inside, but the door looked like it had been forced. Still, she wasn't sure and it might just be that Harry had forgot to lock up the back door, though that wasn't like him. The young police officer stepped inside and cautiously moved towards the front of the store as quietly as she could. Jed cursed under his breath when he saw the police bitch looking in the front window. Luckily, he had been crouched down behind the counter where he had found the silver rod after forcing open a locked drawer. He couldn't afford to get caught as it would not only cost him his job but worse things as well. Prisons were not a kind place for ex prison guards and he knew he had made more than a few deadly enemies over the years. Still, killing a cop, even a female one, was almost as good a way to sign your death certificate. His hand fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the bottle and rag he had stuffed in there just in case. Everyone knew the super bitches were vulnerable to chloroform and he had brought some just in case Hexanna had decided to pay a late night visit to her shop for some reason. Well, it would work just find on ordinary bimbos. Felicia moved into the main part of the store and still saw or heard nothing. She was about to turn around and go have a closer look at the back door withher flashlight to see if it really had been forced when a hand clamped over her mouth. She gasped out of pure instinct and got a strong whiff of something chemical from a cloth in the man's hand. It made her head spin and she took another involuntary breath before she could stop herself and that made things even worse as her legs turned to jello under her. She tried to jam an elbow back into her attacker and remember all her self defence training, but the cloth was over her nose and mouth and the man held her tight. She hung on gamely for a little while longer before the room faded into blackness. Jed felt the policewoman fold up from the chloroform and he eased her down onto the floor behind the counter. He quickly took her cuffs and bound her arms behind her back before using his flashlight to take a better look at her. Fuck, she was a cute little red haired thing. He had always like redheads and this one lying there so helpless made his cock twitch. He had planned to get a piece of pussy from Nightmare Witch, but why wait for fun? He had found the two things he had come for, but he had his own rod that needed something more than dried frog testicles to satisfy it. Working quickly, he stripped off the woman's clothes and whistled at what he saw. That uniform had hid a nice pair of tits, not superslut big, but two damn nice handfuls he thought as he grabbed one in each hand and squeezed them hard. Felicia groaned and began to wake up from a sudden pain in her boobs. She felt rough hands on her and opened her mouth to scream only to discover she was gagged and with her own panties from the feel and taste of it. That helped clear her mind even more, since if those were her panties then she was likely naked, a fact she confirmed when she opened her eyes. "Just lie there and enjoy this bitch,"snarled a man's voice from behind Felicia. "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhh,"she protested and struggled, discovering then her bound state and that she had been positioned onher knees, face down on the floor. A moment later, she felt her legs being parted and something hard and warm pressing against her sex. Jed grabbed the girl's hips and thrust himself forward sliding in with a little effort. The bitch wasn't all that wet yet which made it more difficult, but even now he could feel that beginning to change, so he paused inside her for a moment to let the whore juice up. Felicia gave a muffled scream as the cock penetrated her. Fuck that hurt like hell since she wasn't wet, but already her damned body was fixing that without her consent. She had suspected she was a Type Zero Aphrodite from her high sexual appetite, but this was further confirmation. Too bad she didn't have some cool super power to help balance out the negative aspects of being an Aphrodite. "Looks like you are getting into it bitch," sneered the man behind her as he now began to pump his cock in and out with an almost frantic pace as if he had been hungering for this for some time. Stupid fucking aphrodite gene, thought Felicia as she stifled a moan or hoped she did as the pleasure rose in her assaulted body. If it makes me have an orgasm while being raped by this fucker, I am going to be so pissed. Jed heard the whore moan with pleasure and grinned under his mask as he began to increase his pace and slam in harder and deeper. The ladies always loved old Jed and his big tool. He needed to find a cool name for his cock, something like Bitch Tamer or Bitch Breaker. Oh fuck, she was squirting all over his cock, man was he good or what? With that incentive, he felt his balls tingle and contract then he began blasting his spunk deep inside the warm pussy wrapped around his dick. When he was done, he wiped his cock over the woman's tits, tucked it back in his pants, gathered up the things he had come for and took off out the back door leaving Felicia fuming and still cuffed on the floor. * * * ""Hey Hexxy, you got mail," said the skull staff when the sorceress walked into her bedrooom with a towel wrapped around her after a long soak in the tub. "What are you blathering about?" asked Hexanna as she dropped the towel and reached for a clean copy of her costume. "Er, let me think for a bit. Seeing your tits and ass always makes me tongue tied," replied the skull. "You don't have a tongue you perverted piece of bone," snorted Hexanna as she slipped on a skimpy top which hardly hid anything more than nothing did. "Well if I did have a tongue, I know a few places where I would use it," snickered the skull as it stared directly at Hexanna's pussy. "You said I had mail or something," said Hexanna sternly as she pulled up her bottoms. "Oh yeah,the alarm system for your magic shop has been ringing for an hour now," said the skull. "What?" cried Hexanna picking up her staff. "Why didn't you tell me immediately?" "Hey, I ain't got any legs sweetie," said the skull even as Hexanna uttered a command and teleported to the front door of the magic shop. Unlocking the door, she hurried in and after a moment heard a muffled sound from behind the counter. "Oh dear," said the sorceress when she saw Felicia, still naked and cuffed with cum dripping from her pussy. * * * Impatient to get the information he wanted about his wife and kid, Jed had arranged to work the next day rather than following the normal four ofn and four off schedule. There hadn't been any problem sneaking the stuff in either. Who built sensors to scan for silver rods and dried frog testicles? He arranged for another glitch in the sensors of one of the cells and dutifully logged it before going to investigate it. "You got the items?" asked Nightmare Witch, eagerly coming to her feet when the guard slipped into her cell. "I do, if you have what I want," leered Jed who had not fully slaked his lust with the police whore last night. "I know the name and location of the shelter," smirked Nightmare Witch. It had not been hard to get the Geek to find the information for her on the dark web. What was another blowjob or two when it came to her freedom? Jed passed over the silver rod as Nightmare Witch handed him a slip of paper. "The other item?" asked Nightmare Witch. "After we conclude the rest of our business," smirked Jed as he grabbed his crotch where a boner was developing. "Fine,"grated Nightmare Witch through gritted teeth and she began to remove her clothes. Jed moved the brunette over to her bunk and had her bend over, bracing her arms on the bed while he got behind her and positioned his cock at her pussy entrance. He didn't waste any time with polite preliminaries, but quickly rammed it in and began fucking the witch. It was unlikely that any of the other guards would come by and catch them as there was more than an hour until the next meal and scheduled prisoner check. The bitch of a warden, however, sometimes paid snap inspections and who knew anything yet about the new deputy warden. "You like having a real man's cock in you bitch?" Jed Asked as he slammed in and out and heard the brunette moaning with pleasure. Nightmare Witch was tempted to ask him where this real man was, but remembered in time she still needed him and nodded her head. "Yes," she gasped, "It feels so good. Harder, fuck me harder." Jed laughed and began to slam his cock into the slut even harder. "Yeah, I figured you would love Jed and his Bitch Banger." He frowned a bit when he said that. Hmm, it still didn't have quite the right sound to it. Maybe something simpler like Bruiser or Brutus? He shrugged, he would find the perfect name for his dick at some point. It gave him something to do on long boring shifts. Returning his full attention to the woman he was fucking, the burly guard gave her ass a hard smack and loved the yelp it drew from the prisoner. Women needed to know their place when it came to sex, he thought. They needed to know who was in charge and he was sure this Nightmare Bitch would remember for along time as he began to pump his cum into her cunt. "I will always remember this," said Nightmare Witch a little while later when Jed had given her the jar of dried frog testicles. The moron just smirked and quickly left the cell, not even bothering to consider those words might have more than one meaning. Nightmare Witch resolved, however, to be patient. Once she was free and clear and certain she no longer needed him then she would make sure he paid for his insolence. * * * It took all of Nightmare Witch's patience to wait until the next day to launch her escape attempt. That fool Bradford had not wanted to be on duty when the escape happened, as if that would somehow divert any suspicion from him. She didn't care about him, but in the event something went wrong, it still seemed prudent to try and leave her best pawn and contact intact if she could. Pawns of cours were expendable at some point in the game. With the proper ingredients,neutralizing the collar was simply a matter of dipping the silver rod into the dried frog testicles, touching it to the collar and uttering the correct magical spell. The one downside was that if you got it wrong or had the wrong ingredients, it would pop your head off your body like a cork in a champagne bottle. Accordingly, Nightmare Witch planned to try it out on one of the alien women first, though she had somehow neglected to inform them of the possible dangers. Oh well, there were six of them to experiment with. * * * Christoff sat in his comfortable office chair in his new office and fidgeted with unaccustomed indecision. He pulled out his pocket computer and stared at it without really seeing it. It looked like a fancy cell phone and he had even configured the device which was well beyond current Earth technology to use their primitive phone system. The only problem he had run into were the people who saw him using it and kept asking him if that was the new iPhone. With a touch of a button, he could hack the prison's computer system and bypass all the protocols for security and privacy. He was certain the Valusian prisoners were plotting an escape and it was his duty as a law enforcement officer to prevent this from happening. The problem was he had signed an oath and been directly ordered by Warden Phillips to follow all the rules and regulations of this institution. Which of those conflicting demands had precedence? That was what had him fidgiting as he fought the impulse to hack the prisoner security cameras and make sure they were not up to anything,. Rules were important. Rules were meant to be followed. Rules were there for a reason. There were sometimes necessary exceptions to rules. Christoff continued to fidget. * * * "Who wants to go first?" asked Nightmare Witch brightly as she looked around at the six aliens. "Why haven't you already used it on your own collar?" asked Phantasia suspiciously. Fucking suspicious bitch, thought Nightmare Witch as she continued to smile. "I have to say the spell,"she replied, "and that can be physically draining. Doing so might tire me out too much to repeat the procedure on you for severalhours. I didn't think you would want to wait that long." The witch kept smiling and hoped that bullshit answer satisfied the green haired woman. Phantasia narrowed her eyes and regarded the human closely. She was certain the dark haired bitch was lying, but she was hardly an expert on magic and couldn't see where the lie lay. "Very well, you will attempt it first on Pyros, Arianna and Hydrangea in that order as they are the key elements to our escape." "Certainly," said Nightmare Witch turning towards the red haired Pyros. "Our deal is still good. I free you of those damncollars and you take me with you?" "Of course," Phantasia assured her. Nightmare Witch dipped the silver rod into the jar of dried frog testicles and hoped Hexanna wasnt buying knockoff products. For all she knew, this crap could be seaweed or just plain dirt. Well, Pyros's head would discover that soon enough. "Releasum!" The collar fell off and clinked on the metal floor withPyros's head still firmly attached to her body. Nightmare Witch let out a sighof relief. "That didn't appear to tire you out at all," observed Phantasia dryly. "It, er gets more taxing each time," replied Nightmare Witch hurriedly and made a note to fake weakness after each of the others was released. The dark haired witch quickly freed the other five and herself from the collars then they quickly moved to the next phase of their escape. * * * After freeing Felicia and taking her to the hospital to be examined, Hexanna and Hary had spent all their time going through the stock and trying to find out what, if anything, was missing. "I think we are short a jar of dried frog testicles, unless you sold one yesterday," said Hary. "No, I didn't," replied Hexanna as she sorted through the items in the locked drawers behind the counter. "I think there is a pure silver rod missing." Harry wrinkled his brow in concentration. "You can't do much with those two items," he said slowly running through different types of spells and potions in his mind. Hexanna nodded in agreement. "Silver rods are most used in counter spells such as ...," she stopped in mid sentence and lunged for the phone. * * * "I don't understand what a break-in at your shop has to do with a possible escape attempt by some of our prisoners," said Brandy as she listened to the sorceress's excited voice on the phone. If Hexanna wasn't a member of the She Legion, Brandy would have dismissed the call Rio had insisted she take as a crank call as the woman went on about silver rods and dried frog testicles. It was only when the part about a spell to remove the power dampening collars sank home that Brandy went pale and her hand stabbed for the red alert button on her control console. * * * That button press was about a minute too late. Pyros had no trouble blasting a hole through the plexiglass roof in the courtyard with her fire power and then Arianna had flown up through it and drawn the other five with her with an updraft. "Hey, what about me?" called Nightmare Witch. ""Thank-you for your help, but you are no longer necessary for our plans," called back Phantasia as the six aliens drifted out over the water. Arianna couldn't carry them all indefinitely, but she didn't have to. Touching down on her element, Hydrangea formed water into a solid surface to support the five of them and her control over waves sent them speeding away at a velocity that any motor powered boat would find it hard to match. "Ungrateful bitches," cried Nightmare Witch and then she shrugged. She had hardly expected anything less, so with a quickly uttered spell, she transformed into a giant black raven and flew up through the hole in the roof and headed for land. The red alert command had sealed all the doors into the courtyard and flooded the courtyard and containment corridor with knockout gas. Cycling frantically through security camera feeds, Brandy caught a brief glimpse of a huge black bird flying through a hole in the courtyard roof which was also dissipating the gas quite nicely. There was no sign of Nightmare Witch or the six aliens in their cells or the courtyard. "Fuck, there goes my career," she muttered as Christoff ran into her office to find out what was going on. * * * It was dark when Jed Bradford pulled up across the street from an ordinary looking house. The information Nightmare Witch had given him said it was called Fancy House and he remembered hearing about it in the news almost a year ago. It had been Bridge House then, but there had been some scandal and the shelter was now operating under a new name and management. The news reports had carefully never given the address of the house or even an external picture of it to keep it safe. "Ready?" he asked his two companions as he picked up his trusty crowbar. They nodded and all three put on black balaclavas to hide their faces. The pair were mercenaries he had hired atThe Firepit, a bar where their kind could be found for pretty much any job, no questions asked. Jed didn't know what the security was like at this shelter, so having some extra muscle along seemed like a good idea. The three got out of the car and moved towards the house carring a ram of the same type that SWAT teams used to break in doors with. Odd, thought Jed as they reached the sidewalk, why are the sprinklers on? He shrugged,a few drops of water couldn't possibly make any difference to his plans. As they neared the house, a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was a woman dressed in a gray one piece swimming suit with some type of goggle like mask over her eyes. She was soaking wet as she stood under the water. Some kind of nutcase, decided Jed, which probably explained the sprinklers. He rubbed his eyes as he regarded her as in the dim moonlight, her skin seemed to also have a grayish caste to it. "Im sorry, but your kind are not allowed in here," said the young woman as she folded her arms under her large, round breasts. "Get out of our way," snarled Bradford. "I've come for my wife and kid and no stupid slut in a swimming suit is going to stop me." "Fancy House is under my personal protection for very personal reasons," replied the blonde. "Tough shit bitch," said Jed and he swung the crowbar at the woman's head. Instead of connecting with a bone crunching impact, the girl's hand shot out quickly and caught it. She wrenched it from Jed's hand and then she bent it double. "I think that attempted assault and tresspassing are sufficient cause for an arrest don't you?" asked Dolphin Woman, otherwise known as Ellen Pope whose murdered sister Fancy, was the person the house was named after. She had been warned of the possible attack by Warden Phillips. Apparently, one of the prisoners had overheard a guard bragging about his plans to raid Fancy House and had traded that information for a three month subscription to Disney Plus. "I sure do," said another voice behind Jed as he realized the question hadn't been addressed to him. He and his hired thugs spun around to see Officer Felicia McSweeney behind them with a steady two handed grip on her gun which was pointed straight at his chest without a waver in it. "Drop your weapons and get down on the ground with your hands behind your head," she ordered them. The two hired thugs looked at the gun and the bent crowbar and quickly did as they were told. Jed hesitated, his mind racing as he considered how he could get out of this. "Or don't and you can make my day punk," added Felicia as she tightened her finger a fraction on the trigger. Jed suddenly didn't feel very lucky as he joined the other two on the ground. * * * "Your performance has been a complete joke," growled Senator Williams. Brandy sat behind her desk and regarded the two men sitting on the other side with a resigned calm. Senator Williams and Regional Director of Corrections Pavel Jorgensen had stormed into her office mere hours after she had reported the latest escape. They had declined an offer of coffee from Rio and hadn't bothered with niceties such as shaking hands before planting their fat asses in her guest chairs. "I am immediately relieving you of your duties," said Jorgensen when Williams had stopped ranting,. "In addition, I plan to have my Senate committee review your actions with the intention of pressing criminal charges for negligence, corruption and conspiracy," added Williams. "Yes, sir, I understand," replied Brandy woodenly. "I think your actions are a little hasty," said Christoff from where he sat to the side, forgotten by both Brandy and her two visitors until he spoke. "I suggest you keep out of this son," said Williams turning to look at him. "Since you are new here, the blame isn't going to splash on you. In fact, as deputy warden, you are now the actingn warden for MaxHold. I suggest you don't say anything you might regret later that would have a negative impact on making that permanent." "I see," said Christoff and Brandy thought that was that, but he stood up and crossed to stand by the desk. "I said your actions were hasty. I have spent the time since the escape investigating how it was done. I was especially interested in certain glitches in the computer security records that pertained to Nightmare Witch's cell." "So?" demanded Jorgensen impatiently. "So, it seems that all the glitches were logged by the same person, Jed Bradford," replied Christoff. Williams scowled. "I don't see the relevance." "Well for starters," said Christoff calmly, "there was a break-in at a magic shop two nights ago and the items stolen from the shop were the ingredients needed to remove those collars. During that break-in, a female police officer was sexually assaulted. The DNA left by her assailant has been matched to the same Jed Bradford. Second, the same Jed Bradford was arrested last night attempting to break into a woman's shelter to retrieve his abused wife and son. Third, this Jed Bradford is the nephew of a certain Senator Williams," and now Christoff paused to pin Williams to his seat with his eyes before moving on to Jorgensen. "Finally, the employment application for an obviously unsuited Jed Bradford who has a history of domestic violence was signed by one Pavel Jorgensen. I said your actions were hasty gentlemen and I am afraid I would be equally hasty in passing all this information along to the press." * * * "So you get to keep your job?" asked Rio with a smile as she looked up from her position between Brandy's legs, her face wet with the juices of her lover. "Oh they blustered for a bit longer, but Christoff had them pinned like butterflies to a cork board," agreed Brandy. "I seem to have misjudged him when I thought he was a spy sent to get me. I am sorry to lose him." "Why are you losing him?" asked Rio with a puzzled look on her face. "Surely, they couldn't retaliate against him any more than you, probably less." "Not retaliation," replied Brandy. "They gave him a new position as head of a Federal task force charged with hunting down the escaped prisoners and other super powered villains who are wanted by the law." "That sounds like a tough job and not much of a reward," commented Rio as she bent her face back down and took Brandy's clit between her lips. "Ahhhhhhhh," gasped Brandy as she felt Rio's tongue flick over her sensitive nub. "I agree it is probably a tough and thankless job, but frankly Christoff looked pretty damn happy about it. He said something about it being just like old times again." "As long as he is happy," came Rio's muffled voice as she slid her tongue deep into Brandy's wet slit and began to lap at the honey she found there. "I think I will miss him too which is strange since he was only with us for such a short time." "Oh damn Rio, I love your tongue," moaned Brandy as she ran her hands through her Administrative Assistant's long black hair. "We will still be seeing him fairly often though since part of his duties is to be the liaison with the administrator of the local prison which means me. I was even wondering if you would mind a little more of an intimate liaison among the three of us. I thought you were checking him over pretty thoroughly the other day."" Rio paused in her probing and looked up at Brandy again. "I didn't realize I was that obvious," she said. "I love you and your body, but you know I also don't mind a nice hard cock now and then. You think he is hung?" "I love you too," replied Brandy, "and you also know I like a hard cock myself for a little variety. You weren't the only one checking him out, so yeah I think he is hung." "See if he is free tomorrow night then," laughed Rio and shoved her tongue back into Brandy's pussy. Brandy vowed to do just that after another orgasm or two, three at the most and she laid her head back on the pillow as the first one swept through her body. The End