Tales From Delta City #15: The Purple People Eater 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), Flag Girl, Omega Woman, Got Gal, Got Chic, Azure Angel (Yummi Wong), Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart) are the creation and property of Mr. X. The concept of Sanctuary mentioned in this story originated with Silk Cords. 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 "I can't keep pretending you are a normal dog can I?" asked Emily Arcand as Fellah trotted out of the dark alley while behind him, she could hear the soft moans of pain from the pair of thugs who had been a part of the trio that had tried to jump her on the walk home from Sanctuary. "Woof," said Fellah and wagged his stubby tail. Emily sighed and stepped over the body of the third assailent that she had dispatched herself and the tapping of Fellah's toenails on the sidewalk was in synch with the tapping of her white cane as they continued on their way home. Emily didn't consider herself a superheroine. She didn't go out on patrols like a heroine, though all she seemed to have to do was walk around the streets of Delta City minding her own business for long enough and the bad guys came to her. A blind girl by herself was an easy target afterall they figured. Of course, they didn't know about mama's ring or about Fellah which was fair enough since even she didn't know much about them either. Tonight's crazies were even crazier than usual. They had roared up on loud motorcycles and made the usual threats, but instead of their gang being something nasty like Satan's Riders or Hell's Bastards, they called themselves the Purple People. Two of them had disappeared into the alley with Fellah before she could invoke her ring. She had surrounded herself with what she called the void produced by her ring which blinded everyone else and gave her a limited black and shadow type of vision. Emily was no Omega Woman when it came to strength, but as a Type I Aphrodite, she had easily rendered the man unconscious with a few blows. Probably she would never find out what their problem was, she thought as she turned the corner. [Author's Note: We first encountered Emily and Fellah in Tales #3: Who's a Good Doggie? and again in Tales #5: Something Fishy in the City of Delta and Tales #7: New Beginnings] * * * "Pathetic," said one of a pair of figures watching Emily walk away from a rooftop across the street. "A blind child and a pet and they couldn't handle her. Fucking pathetic." "I think you are being a bit hard on them," said the second figure from the shadows. "I don't know how or why, but I'm sure that is a Hell Dog and it could easily handle three humans by itself. The girl also has some type of power. Do you think it could be Umbra's Ring?" "Bah, that ring was lost thirty years ago and nowhere near this backward planet and this cesspool of a city," replied the first figure. "You saw what it did though," protested the second figure. "I saw," said the first figure. "I have an eye afterall, but the girl just used some trick or human device that mimics the tiniest fraction of Umbra's Ring." The second figure just shrugged and didn't say anything more. He remained in the shadows of the roof while the first figure took to the air on a pair of wings and swooped down towards the alley. There was no one except the second figure to see him, but if there had been, they would have seen a purple scaled being that was eight feet tall with one large eye on its face and a foot long horn in the center of its forehead. Pathetic," he repeated his earlier observation as he regarded the body at his feet that was just starting to stir and the pair that were trying to get to their feet in the alley where they were bleeding profusely from numerous wounds. "I don't tolerate failure," he said though it wasn't clear if the three men actually heard him. The creature opened its mouth wide, impossibly wide. His mouth grew larger than his body and a wailing wind came from it and snatched at the three men, drawing them closer. The gaping maw sucked them in and then closed before shrinking back to normal proportions. The purple creature licked its lips with a long red tongue. "They were a failure as minions, but they at least succeeded as a snack." From further down the street, the creature heard the sound of more motorcycles and the raucous laughter coming from a bar. He should be able to find some new minions there. Maybe they would be more competent. If not, he was still hungry. * * * The second figure on the rooftop watched his companion,, not friend since he didn't have friends, move down the street towards the bar and smiled in as close to an affectionate manner as he could manage. The two of them had met at the 1834th annual Dimensional Demonic Despots (DDD) Convention, when they had both been panelists at a breakout session. The topic had been PTSD among demonic dictators who were suffering from having to put down rebellions from ungrateful slaves. They had hit it off and a long unfriendship had ensued. They had both watched the twin demons Daniel and Danielle in their attempt to conquer this human dimension with interest and had been shocked when the attempt had been thwarted by an obviously inferior race. It had also intrigued them and so they had come here to study this dimension and this city in particular. The sudden movement on a nearby rooftop caught the attention of the demon and he turned his attention towards the curvey shape and a smile that could not possibly be mistaken for friendly appeared. [Author's Note: See pretty much all of Delta City PI #1 to #39 for the machinations of Daniel and Danielle] The young ninja and college student Yummi Wong, otherwise known to the world as the heroine Azure Angel had been attracted by the same roar of engines and bar noises as the purple demon had been. In her somewhat limited experience, where you heard such noises, you generally found crime to fight. It didn't even occur to the young, Asian heroine to wonder why she sought out crime to fight. Musicians didn't wonder why they liked music. Artists didn't worry about why they liked to draw or paint. She was a heroine and so she fought crime. Ok, a large part of the time she got raped and degraded, but that was just like a guitar player getting callusses or a painter having stained fingers. The busty Asian Avenger was peering over the edge of the roof down at the bar where something was stirring up the crowd when she heard someone land on the rooftop behind her and she spun around to see a dark skinned man in a neat black business suit standing there smiling at her. "Hello my dear, aren't you positively delectable," said the man, his teeth flashing a bright white even in the dim light on the rooftop. "Who are you?" asked Azure Angel suspiciously. She had at least learned to be suspicious of anyone who opened with a line like that one. "I believe my name would translate in the language of this city as The Witch Doctor," said the man. "I suppose I should enquire about your name to be polite, but it is your function that interests me more." "My function?" asked Yummi cautiously. Caution was another trait that she was trying to acquire, though so far it had been a painflly slow learning curve. "Why yes, your function of spreading your legs and providing pleasure to all who want it," said the Witch Doctor as his smile grew wider. "The only question to be decided is the manner of your service. Would you prefer to fall to your knees and worship my cock, or are you more excited by the option of being forced to submit to my will." "Well, you can stick both options where the monkey stuck the peanut," growled Azure Angel as she took up a fighting stance and glared at the man. "Ah, so you really mean you have chosen the second option," laughed the Witch Doctor as he reached out a hand to try and grope one of Yummi's large, ripe breasts. The young ninja stepped back, spun on one foot and aimed a kick at the center of the insolent man's forehead. The Witch Doctor caught her booted foot with apparent ease and the heroine stood there awkwardly hopping on one foot as he pulled her towards him. "Let go of my foot!" Azure Angel demanded. "All in good time," said the Witch Doctor and suddenly his human looking appearance disappeared as half a dozen slime covered tentacles burst out of his sides and back to latch onto Azure Angel's arms and the leg he now dropped to hold her immobile in front of him. "Now where was I?" he pondered briefly before snapping his fingers. "Oh yes, your lovely breasts," and he took one round tit in each hand and squeezed them like a shopper testing watermelons for ripeness in a grocery store. Considering the size of Yummi's boobs and his intent, the comparison was quite accurate. "Mmmm, very fine specimens indeed. Do you like to have them fucked?" "Pig," hissed Azure Angel as she struggled to break free, but was held fast in place by the tentacles on her limbs. "I will take that as a yes," laughed the Witch Doctor, "though to be honest your words don't really matter as it is going to happen anyway." With that, he ripped off Angel's top and her large breasts tumbled into view. "I am finally starting to see the attraction of this primitive world," said the demon as his eyes took in Yummi's bounty while his tentacles lowered her to her back on the roof. His hands ripped off her bottoms now to expose her shaved pussy and a snap of his fingers made is clothes vanish to reveal a huge, throbbing erection that dripped a steady flow of precum. "I am so going to kick your ass for this," growled Azure Angel as her eyes took in the sight of the demon's prodigious black member. "That's it," encouraged the Witch Doctor. "I do so enjoy breaking you spunky types. Worship is nice, but rape is better." The creature straddled Yummi's chest and placed his dripping cock between her massive melons and grabbed a tit in each hand to wrap them around his member. "Don't close your eyes little one," he instructed her. "You have the priviliedge of witnessing my member as it prepares to coat you with its offering." "Lucky me," growled Angel, but she did find it hard to not stare at the massive cock as it began to glide back and forth between her boobs. The huge swollen head of the thing kept leaking a clear slime as it pushed up and tapped her chin while the huge bloated ball sack smacked into the underside of her breasts with each stroke. The thing felt incredibly hot and the amount of fluid it leaked made her breasts glisten in the moonlight and slide easier and easier over her bare skin. "Stick out your tongue girl if you want a taste," laughed the Witch Doctor as he saw Yummi staring intently at his cock as it travelled back and forth between her breasts in a peek a boo pattern. "Never!" exclaimed Yummi, but her gaze remained fixed on the dripping head of the cock as she felt her Aphrodite genes start to heat up her body. She resisted for another dozen strokes before her tongue ran over her lips without her even realizing it. Seeing this, the Witch Doctor paused hismotion with his cock hovering close to her face. With a soft moan, Yummi leaned her head down and her tongue slid over the tip of the member and dipped into the precum to taste it. This brought a louder laugh from the Witch Doctor as he resumed his thrusting between her breasts, but now on each upstroke, Azure Angel flicked out her tongue to lick at his cock. "Are you ready for your baptism now?" asked the Witch Doctor after a few dozen more strokes of his cock between Angels soft jugs. "Yes," she heard herself whimpering as she stared at the slit of the cock with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Time seemed to slow as she watched the slit pulse open and a large glob of cum was spat towards her face, expanding as it moved to hit like a water balloon and totally coat her face from forehead to chin in a warm layer of goo. Yummi gasped at the impact and her mouth opened just as a second and even larger blast exploded from the demon's cock and added a second layer to her face and filled her mouth. A third blast splattered over her face before the Witch Doctor pulled his cock from her cleavage and directed several more equally large loads at her heaving tits, covering them in a warm layer of white cum. "That was a good start," laughed the Witch Doctor as he looked down at the cum coated heroine. "S ... start?" stammered Yummi after she had swallowed the warm slime to clear her throat so she could speak once more. "Certainly," replied the Witch Doctor as he moved back to position his still hard cock at the entrance to Angel's pussy. "That is just the start of what I want to do with your body. You don't mind do you?" Yummi tried to say something defiant, but found her traitor body shaking its head from side to side. "I didn't think so," said the Witch Doctor as he rammed his cock home into her pussy. * * * Emily slipped through the window of her basement apartment that had at one time belonged to the building super before a tight fisted landlord had given up any pretense of doing maintenance. Now forgotten by the residents and with its door covered with piled up debris, Emily and her mother had lived here for the last five years. Mama wasn't here anymore to greet her at the end of the day and the memory of Cecile Arcand's frail voice still haunted Emily everytime she came home. Depositing the dog on the floor from its position under her arm, Emily made her way over to the old chair her mother used to sit in waiting for her. She didn't bother turning on the one bare bulb that hung from the ceiling as it was of no use to her and Fellah didn't seem to mind the darkness. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this Fellah," said Emily with a sigh. As long as Mama had been alive, there had been a reason to keep going, but now she wasn't certain why she bothered getting out of bed in the morning. She spent her days walking the streets of Delta City, checking stores where she had left her knitting for sale or finding a park bench or a spot in a library to knit. In the evenings, she normally stopped at Sanctuary where she continued to knit and hopefully sell a few things to pay for breakfast for her and Fellah. Laying beside her on a small rug over the concrete floor, Fellah whined and shifted restlessly. He didn't like to hear Emily talk like that, but the former Hell Dog known as Charcoal was helpless to do more than give an encouraging lick of a dangling hand. It seemed he could only transform into his Hell Dog shape when something threatened Emily as had happened with those three would be rapists earlier tonight. He wanted to do more for Emily, he needed to do more for Emily, but he didn't know how. They only taught Hell Dogs how to kill and rape, not to want to help anyone. He whined again and gave Emily's fingers a lick. "You're right," said Emily with another sigh as if she somehow understood his feelings and what he couldn't say. "Mama would tell me to stop having a 'Pity Party' and that other people have it worse. I guess I am just a weak fool who can't always see it that way, especially when I am tired. Let's go to bed and maybe things will seem better in the morning." She got up and ignored the small bed with the sagging mattress that Mama had slept in and positioned her own mattress on the floor beside it from where it had been leaning against the wall. She could never sleep in Mama's bed. That would just be wrong, so she undressed quietly in the dark and crawled under the threadbare blanket. Fellah padded over to the mattress and curled up beside her. * * * Casey's Bar was the home of the Devils Horns biker gang which properly should be spelled with an apostrophe for the possessive instead of the plural, but not even the most fanatical grammar nazi had been willing to point this out to them. The Dvils Horns were in a mood to celebrate tonight as life was good, at least it was for them and who gave a fuck about anyone else? Their main rivals, the Flaming Skulls were in full retreat having had several disastorous runins with the She Legion and ceding more and more territory to the Horns. "I heard a couple more Skulls went down today," snickered Brutus as he quaffed a long drink of beer. "That skank Green Spectre and her little bitty sidekick Spectre Girl got them." "Yeah, but not until those two bitches got railed reall good first," snickered Torpedo, who got his nickname from the shape of his clean shaved head, as he pulled out his cell phone to show his fellow gang member a picture of the two heroines bent over a park bench in Perez Park being fucked. "Shocked the Metamucil out of some old geezers who were doing Yoga in the park and they created enough of a fuss for the two whores to recover and take the loser Skulls down." "One of these days, some real men are going to have to show those super bimbos who is in charge of this city," replied Brutus. "I would love to nail that Ms. Americana and her huge jugs." "If you do, I got dibs on that little pig tailed blonde sidekick of hers," said Torpedo and he grabbed his crotch to show what he planned to do with her, as if it needed saying. Any further discussion was cut off by the front door slamming open and everyone looked up to see the large figure outlined in the doorway. There was something very odd about that outline, but the members of the Devils Horns were not known for their keen powers of observation anymore than their grammar. "Get the fuck out," yelled Horace as the tattooed biker turned around from his seat at the bar and glared at the intruder. "This here is a fucking private bar." That wasn't strictly tru, but it had been a long time since anyone had been unfortunate enough to argue the point. "You all belong to me now," said the figure, the details of his body still hidden by the dim light and too much booze. "Fuck you," said Horace getting up and pulling out a knife with an eighteen inch blade. "I'll carve 'moron' on your corpse so people will know not to fuck with the Devils Horns." He started towards the figure in the door who made no move to run away. The figure actually smiled at Horace and then the smiling mouth grew larger and larger until it was impossibly bigger than the being it originated from. There was a horrible scream from Horace as he was sucked into the giant mouth. There was a loud BURRP from the figure and then the mouth returned to its normal size. "Mmm, that hit the spot," said the figure as it stepped fully into the room and crossed to the bar with the floorboards groaning under its weight, giving the bikers a first good look at its wings, horn, one eye and the purple scales that covered its body. "Give me a beer," it said to a quivering Casey who was wishing even more so than usual that he had opened a gun shop or a fishing store or anything but this particular bar. With a shaking hand,he drew a large glass of beer from a keg and held it out, not even thinking about asking for money. "Not bad for dog piss," said the figure as it drained half the glass and looked around the bar. "Anyone else feel inclined to dispute my leadership of your pathetic little group of wankers?" "What's a wanker?" whispered Torpedo to Brutus. "Just shut the fuck up you moron," whispered Brutus back, then he cleared his throat to address the large purple figure. "Um, excuse me sir, but what do we call you?" The being finished the rest of the beer in one more gulp."Isn't it obvious? I am the Purple People Eater, but you can just call me Sir or Boss." "Sure Boss, whatever you say," said Brutus hurriedly who was proving the sayng about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks to be false since the last person who had wanted him to call him boss was now in the bottom of the harbour, weighed down with several pounds of concrete and half a dozen chunks of lead. "Er, what are your orders boss?" The Purple People Eater looked out the grimy bar window at the first faint light of a coming dawn. "When it gets dark again, we will go hunting some superheroine pussy," he said and that actually brought a cheer from his new loyal minions. "But, I need something to keep me going until then," he said and looked around the room until his eyes settled on Ginger, one of a group of women who got their thrills from hanging around with the gang. "come here," he said to the large breasted, red haired girl. Ginger went pale and Torpedo started to stand up and complain that Ginger was his girl when Brutus tugged him back into his chair. "Sit down and shut up you fucking moron, no bitch is worth getting eaten over." Torpedo shot his friend an angry look for a second then noticed the purple scaled demon had glanced his way as if asking if there was a problem. Torpedo snapped his mouth shut and remained firmly seated as Ginger was nudged forward by the gang members and the other women near her. "Not bad," pronounced the Purple People Eater as he looked Ginger over from head to foot. He then grabbed her by an arm and dragged her over to one of the pool tables and threw her down on her back on top of it. The girl looked up in fear as the demon climbed onto the table and a massive purple cock slid out from wherever it had been hiding. "Say hello to the Purple Pussy Pounder," he said with a laugh and began to rip the girl's clothes off with clawed hands. Ginger started to scream for help, but everyone in the bar stood there silent and afraid, just relieved it wasn't them. "Help me baby," she called to Torpedo, but he wouldn't meet her eyes and turned away to drink his beer. "Sasha?" she implored her best friend. "Sorry babe, I ain't putting my ass on the line," said the dark haired girl. The Purple People Eater pulled Ginger's legs apart, holding one ankle in each massive hand as it positioned its throbbing cock at Ginger's slit. It leered down at her for a moment as it relished the fear on the red haired girl's face for a good ten seconds before slamming his cock into her. Ginger screamed as the thick cock spread her pussy open and stuffed it full. She had thought Torpedo was big and a little rough in bed, but he had been the most considerate of lovers compared to the Purple People Eater. The heavy pool table rocked and threatened to buckle under the force of his thrusts. A few of those gathered around the table looked sick and wanted to turn away, but the demon seemed to single them out for a look that suggested doing so might result in them being the next one on the table or worse things. Others that were more jaded looked on with fascinated delight while their cocks hardened and their pussies began to drip as they watched Ginger's large breasts heave and wobble as she was fucked. "First load incoming," laughed the Purple People Eater as he shoved his cock into the hilt and began to cum. Ginger's blue eyes went wide with shock as she felt the gush of warm cum keep going and going. Despite her pussy being tightly plugged with the purple cock, there was just too much spunk to be fully contained inside her. Ginger's belly swelled up, but some of the cum began to leak out and puddle on the green felt. Even the most avid pool players, however, didn't seem inclined to complain. The Purple People Eater pulled his cock out of Ginger's cunt and a trickle became a river of cum. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed Sasha by the hair and yanked her face towards his cock. "Clean it off," he ordered her. "Taste my cum and your good friend's juices, you know the friend you just refused to help." I like someone who thinks about themselves first, but unfortunately for you that also applies to me. The frightened girl shot a look at Ginger's face ashamed of her recent actions, but it was too late now as the purple cock forced its way into her mouth and down her throat as now it was Ginger's turn to watch her friend or maybe former friend forced to service the monster. "Man, I don't think you will ever want to stick your dick in Ginger's cunt again, said Brutus to Torpedo as he saw the gaping pussy of the redhead and the stream of demon cum spilling from it. * * * It was dawn when Yummi Wong slid her dorm window open and slipped inside. She was still naked, not having wanted to put on her costume as her body was still coated with cum. The Witch Doctor had fucked her in all her holes and then just left her there naked on the rooftop, discarded like so much trash. As Yummi slipped inside, her roommate looked up from her bed, eyes going wide. "Oh my, you had another one of those nights huh?" said Jessica Lockheart, also known to the world as Amazing Babe. "Yes," sighed Yummi. It was good to have another heroine for a roommate who understood her problems, though it was still damn embarrassing. "What was it tonight?" asked Jessica. "Bikers? super Villain? Mutoid?" "I think it was a demon," replied Yummi, "at least I think so from the tentacles." Yeah, the tentacles are usually a dead giveaway," agreed Jessica knwingly. "That is a new one for you though. I take it that is its cum still all over your body?" Yummi nodded and Jessica licked her lips. "What does it taste like? Is it different from human cum?" "Alittle saltier," admitted Yummi. "Hmmm, mind if I try? it" asked Jessica curiously. "Be my guest," saidYummi as she spread her arms wide and Jessica climbed out from under her covers where she had been sleeping naked and wrapped her lips around one of Yummi's cum crusted nipples. "mmmmm, you were right, a little saltier," said Jessica as she chewed and swallowed a bite of the dried cum. "Go lower if you want to find some that is still warm and runny," said Yummi as she laid back on her bed with her legs spread. "Don't mind if I do," replied Jessica and quickly had her face buried between her roommates legs and started to scoop some of the still warm demon cum from Yummi's pussy with her tongue. It is very good to have a roommate who is also a superheroine is the thought shared by both women as the first rays of the sun peek through their dorm window. * * * It was just turning dark the next night when the Devils Horns began to exit Casey's bar and head for their motorcycles. "Make sure her corpse is still here when I get back," said the Purple People Eater as he looked down at Ginger and the pool of blood that was now mixing with the cum on the pool table. "I might want a snack." The other terrified girls nodded their heads vigorously as they watched the demon turn and stride out of the bar. A moment later, they heard the roar of engines and then it all went quiet. "We've got to phone 911 and get her some help," croaked a voice and Sasha staggered to her feet clutching her throat. She was sure the huge purple cock had damaged her vocal cords or something else in her throat, but she had been luckier than poor Ginger. Neither of them were Aphrodites who could take a monster cock like that and still walk away. Ginger was still alive, but Sasha doubted she would last long from the amount of blood seeping out. "You heard him," said one of the other girls. "He'll kill us or do that to us," she added, gesturing at Ginger. "What makes you think he won't anyway?" laughed Sasha as her voice broke. "Ginger was my friend and I didn't even try to do anything to help her. I got what I deserved, but I damn well am not going to fail her a second time." All the other girls just stared at her, too afraid to do anything. "Here, use my phone," said a subdued voice and Sasha turned to look at Casey in surprise. "Look, I know I don't got much of a shot at heaven if there is such a thing after some of the stuff I have done in my life, but that ... that was too much. Get her some help." Sasha nodded, took the phone and dialed 911. * * * Emily heard the sound of multiple motorcycles coming down the street behind her and stepped into a doorway where she activated her ring just enough to deepen any shadow to hide her from view. It had been another long day of walking. She hadn't gone to Sanctuary tonight as one of the women who had bought her knitting had asked her to give her daughter a lesson. As a result, she had a whole ten dollars in her pocket and some leftovers for her empty fridge. She had thought about taking the luxury of a bus home, but had in the end decided to save the money and walk and that had been a long walk halfway across the city. Even Fellah seemed to be tired as he trotted along at her side. The motorcycles roared past Emily without seeing her and screeched to a halt a block further on where two figures stood in the street blocking their path. "That's far enough boys," said Got Gal as she stood there with one palm upraised like a school crossing guard palm out, while the other rested on her shapely hip. Got Chic stood beside her mentor with a confident smile on her face and hands on her own hips. "Well if it isn't the Got Whores," sneered Brutus. "I was hoping to run into Ms. Americunt and her sidekick Flag Twat, but it looks like I have to settle for the B team tonight." Got Gal bristled at the comment. As much as they tried to hide it, she and the other senior heroines like Green Spectre often got just a little tired of being dismissed as second rate to Ms. Americana by some of the criminal scum of Delta City. Afterall, it had been Brenda who had awarded herself the title of 'premier superheroine of Delta City' and no one had got to vote on it. Got Gal gave her head a little shake to clear out the distracting thoughts and refocussed on the bikers. "Big words from a second rate gang leader," she sneered. "We have been taking out the Skulls and now that they are mostly in jail, we thought it was time to take out some of the lesser garbage." Now it was Brutus's turn to bristle and he swung his leg over his motorcycle seat and got off holding a length of chain. "yeah, well the last laugh is on you two twits," he sneered. Got Gal had just that brief warning as Brutus looked up into the sky behind her to realize she had walked into yet another trap. A large purple hand of some flying creature reached down and seized the Got Emerald from her top as the other hand did likewise with GotChic's emerald. Of course since the emeralds had also acted to hold their tops closed, their two sets of large breasts,one white and one chocolate brown were exposed to the leers of the watching bikers. Worse thanthat exposure though was the loss of the power the emeralds gave them and there were twenty or more large, tough looking bikers getting off their hogs and displaying a variety of weapons. "Oh crap," said Got Gal. "Double crap," added Got Chic. The two heroines decided independantly and simultaneously that discretion was the better part of valour at the moment and turned to run only to be knocked flat on their asses by two large purple arms that delivered ringing blows to their heads. "Don't run away ladies," laughed the purple demon. "I promised my new minions some superheroine cunt tonight and you two seem to have volunteered. After they have their little fun, I will take my turn." As the pair watched wide eyed, a massive purple cock slid out into view and he gave it a couple of strokes as he leered down at their jiggling tits. "As you can see, my Purple Pussy Pounder is a mite bigger than the average cock, so that is why I am going to let them go first. If I stretched you out,you wouldn't even feel them inside you." * * * The Witch Doctor watched from a rooftop as his unfriend and his new gang confronted the two busty heroines. The Purple People Eater had always been a bit more direct and confrontational than he was, but that was ok. He would be happy to watch the two bimbos get gang raped and there were still plenty of other super whores wandering around the city for him to amuse himself with. "A penny for your thoughts," said a soft female voice as a small copper coin landed by the Witch Doctor's feet. He spun around and saw the young slant eyed whore he had enjoyed himself with last night standing twenty feet away grinning at him. "Ah, you didn't get enough of my cock last night little one," he smirked. "Well then just take off your clothes and spread your legs for me or would you rather I got rough again. Is that what turns you on and made you come back craving more?" Azure Angel cocked her head. "You sure are full of yourself. Well, if you want me tonight, then you have to catch me!" With that, she turned and ran away over the rooftop, ducking behind a large chimney. "I like a good chase," laughed the Witch Doctor. "It helps get the blood flowing to my cock," and he set of chasing the young Asian heroine. * * * Got Gal and Got Chic stood back to back in a defensive stance as the biker surrounded them. "I don't much like the odds," whispered Got Chic to her blonde mentor. "Me either,"admitted Got Gal, "but they aren't taking us without a fight. At least a few of them won't be in any condition to enjoy their victory which means we get fucked a few less times." "Cheer up," said Brutus to Torpedo and slapped him on the back as they closed in on the two topless heroines. "Some superheroine pussy is just what you need to take your mind off your old girlfriend." Suddenly everything went totally black as a ring of absolute ebony desended on the bikers and chaos reigned. The two Got Gals stood in a clear patch at the center of the ring and couldn't see anything beyond it, so they didn't see the large figure suddenly rise up from beside Emily and run into the darkness. Charcoal's eyes had no problem seeing in what was absolute blackness to the bikers. So,while the heroines couldn't see anything of what was happening, they could hear everything. In other words, they heard a lot of screaming and thumping sounds as if large hard fists were connecting with soft human bodies. When the ring of darkness lifted, the bodies of twenty some bikers littered the ground and a creature nearly as large as the purple demon stood there. It had a pushed in face, was covered in brown shaggy fur over massive muscles, though what drew the attention of the heroines was the huge erect, red canine cock between its legs. "Oh no, not another one," moaned Got Chic as she stared at the huge pulsating member and she remembered fighting a pitched battle against other such creatures once before. [Author's Note The heroines first encountered the Hell Dogs in Delta City PI #39] "Steady Got Chic, remember we are heroines," said Got Gal through clenched teeth. They were confused about just hwat had happened to the bikers, but both were still surprised when the purple demon instead of greeting the new arrival with welcoming arms flew down and kicked it hard in the head and sent it flying across the street to smash into the side of a building where it lay stunned and whimpering "Fellah!" came an anguished cry and the two heroines were even more astonished to see a young girl moving to crouch beside the fallen creature with what looked like a blind person's white cane in her hand. The purple creature landed a few feet away from them and laughed. "He was right, it is a fucking Hell Dog," said the Purple People Eater. "Some pathetic runt you have somehow tamed girl? Do you ride its large dog cock every night to satisfy it?" Emily stood up from Fellah / Charcoal and glared at where she thought the purple demon was and her ring came to life as a costume, complete with mask, flowed over her body. "Don't you ever kick my dogg again you bastard," and more black energy began to blaze forth from her ring. The Purple People eater squinted at the girl and the ring. Fuck, maybe the Witch Doctor had been right about the ring too? If so, he might be in deep shit, but as powerful as the Ring of Umbra was, the girl could not possibly have mastered its power in whatever short time she had possessed the ring. He smiled at the girl and his mouth grew larger and larger and larger until it was bigger than his body and fierce winds began to suck at Emily and drag her towards the ravening maw. "Hey asshole, I think you forgot about us," said a voice from behind the Purple People Eater, but in this mode, it was impossible to turn his head. He had a fleeting moment to reconsider his decision to discard the two emeralds to deal with the girl and her pet before Got Gal and Got Chic both connected their fists to the back of his head. His mouth snapped shut and he staggered forward and fell to one knee. He started to rise and deal with these two puny humans when he saw the Hell Dog charging him. Sometimes discretion was the better part of cowardness as well as valour and the Purple People Eater invoked a quick spell and transported himself back to his home dimension. * * * The Witch Doctor ran around the chimny in pursuit of Azure Angel and ran straight into a fist that sent him staggering back. "Got you!" yelled Amazing Babe as she quickly followed up with a flurry of punches that further staggered the demon. The Witch Doctor growled and began to manifest his tentacles to deal with this whore when another hand spun him around and this time Azure Angels booted foot with its six inchspiked heel caught him flush on the forehead. He reeled backwards only to take a roundhouse punch from AmazingBabe. Azure Angel's second kick landed directly on his groin and the Witch Doctor doubled over in agony. Sometimes, a retreat was necessary he thought through a haze of pain and he invoked a spell to transport himself back to his home dimension. Azure Angel and Amazing Babe grinned at each other and then gave the other woman a high five. Sometimes it was good to have a roommate who was also a superheroine for reasons other than fantastic sex. * * * The ambulance pulled up in front of Casey's bar and carrying large white cases, the two paramedics ran inside. This was a very nasty part of Delta City Roberta Sanchez knew as she and her partner Vic hurried over to the pool table where the red haired girl was lying with a table cloth draped over her body to try and keep her warm. None of the other paramedics would come into this neighborhood so that was why she and Vic had got the call. Roberta had grown up not far from here and she knew better than most how desperately these people needed the help she could provide and fuck anything or anyone who tried to stop her. Despite the years she and Vic had worked together, she still had no clue why he followed her into stupidity, but she was glad he did as his solid unwavering bulk was reassuring at times like this. [Author's Note: Roberta Sanchez first appeared in Delta City PI #12 and we met her partner Vic a few chapters later] "You have to help her," croaked a dark haired girl who was crouched beside the table and who looked at them woriedly. "She's my friend." "We'll do what we can," Roberta assured the girl and made a mental note to check her over later as she was obviously hurt as well, but the girl on the table was the priority. "Damn, she is in real bad shape," said Vic quietly so only Roberta could hear as he started taking vitals. "She has lost a lot of blood. I can't even get a BP and her pulse is pretty much nonexistent. I don't think she can make it to the hospital. and even if she does I don't think they can perform miracles." He stopped and quirked an eyebrow at Roberta. Roberta nodded back at him. She had suspected he knew, but he had never outright said anything aloud. While Vic gently ushered Sasha away and blocked her view of the table, Roberta bent over Ginger's body and pressed her hands to the sides of her face. A soft blue glow emenated from them and entered the girl's body. A minute passed and then two before Roberta felt her legs start to turn to jello under her and she stepped back. Vic was there instantly taking vitals. "Much better, maybe miracles do happen." They got an IV into Ginger and loaded her onto the gurney and had her moving towards the ambulance. "You need to come with us to get looked at too," said Roberta as she snagged Sasha's arm and pulled her along. "Your friend is going to need you too when she wakes up. For some reason that made the girl start to cry uncontrollably. * * * Emily slipped through the window of her apartment with Fellah under her arm. Thankfully no one had made off with her bag of leftovers and knitting she thought as she put the food in the fridge and sank down into Mama's chair. They had wanted to ask her questions about who she was and how she had done what she did and what exactly was Fellah, but Emily had called up a little patch of blackness from her ring and slipped away. She wasn't a hero, not really. She was just tired and wanted to go home. Fellah gave her fingers a lick and she smiled down at him. "Yeah, I guess you were right, today was better than yesterday, so maybe tomorrow will be even better." Fellah gave a small bark of agreement. The End