Tales From Delta City #18:   Superhero World
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl, Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic,, Azure Angel, Omega Woman, Amazing Babe, Jungle Babe, Night Raven, Hexanna, Wolf Woman Luisa Torres), Texas Star, Lady Sarah Kraft, Lady Midnight, Power Lass, Shield  and Champion Girl  are the creation and property of Mr. X.  The main villain in this story whose name I am not putting here since it is supposed to be a surprise is also the creation of Mr. X as are Kitty Kat who gets a mention and Elsa who makes a cameo at the end.  The concept of Sanctuary was created by SilkCords and modified by me with his permission.  King Pimp is mentioned in this story, but I don't know who created him, hopefully they don^t mind.  All other characters in this story which includes Megan Fitzpatrick, Cyril, Kellog, Tawnee Lion, Mayor Franklin and the members of City Council 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:

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The tourism business for Delta City was to put it mildly, in the proverbial toilet and the water was swirling around.  This might explain why City Council fell all over itself to approve the proposal for a new theme park, though the kickbacks didn't hurt either.

"Let's face it," said Mayor Thomas Franklin at the in camera meeting of city council,  "about the only tourists we get here are the ones who come because we legalized prostitution.  It doesn't exactly draw the Disney World crowd or the Disney World bucks.  It generates some money for the low end motels, but that is about it.  Most of the big time pimps are taking the money offshore to store in their Caymen Island accounts to avoid taxes.  King Pimp hasn't paid a peny of property tax on the Palace in the last seven years."

"Why don't we try and colect the back taxes or sieze his property?" demanded Councilor Isabell Yonkers.

"Probably because he has video of all of us making use of his girls," replied the Mayor.  "That includes you too Isabell.  Remember last year when he captured Lady Midnight and was whoring her out in the Palace.  You were over ther in a flash and he has you on video saying things like 'time this black bitch' got taught her place' just before you fucked her with that huge strap-on.  Considering the current political climate, that might not go over too well with a large section of the voting populace, like for example anyone who isn't an actual clan member."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that little incident," said Isabell as she rubbed her nose and smiled at the memory.  "Damn, it was worth it though, she was one good fuck. It's too bad Ms. Americana rescued her because I wanted to tap that sweet black ass of hers again."

"Er, the mics and recording equipment are turned off aren't they?" asked Councilor Basil Pickett nervously as he glanced at Isabell who had started to drool

"Of course," lied Mayor Franklin who had a brother-in-law who was damn good at editing audio recordings to take his own part of the conversation out or to substitute in comments that expressed his shock and concern over some of the things his colleagues said.  It had kept more than one opponent from chalenging him for Mayor.

"Well then what do we get out of this?" asked Pickett.  "The proposal is we give the applicant that big parcel of land that was supposed to be for low income housing for a quarter of the market value and no taxes for the first five years, but how does that benefit me?."

"What we get is that the applicant is going to make a donation to the charity set up by the Delta City Improvement Committee," replied the Mayor.  "We each get ten grand from the charity for administrative services.  The whole thing looks like a charitable donation, so there won't be any busybody reporters snooping around.  Not even those fanatics like Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick will attack a charity."

"Um, wasn't the Delta City Improvement Committee just a front for Kitty Kat and organized crime?" asked Councillor Orest Bigelow.

"That was never proven in court," replied Mayor Franklin smoothly who fondly remembered the last blowjob he had gotten from Tawnee Lion, the spokesperson for the DCIC as she knelt under his desk while he talked to the governor on the phone.  That fact didn't seem worth mentioning to his council colleagues and neither did the fact that he was getting twenty grand instead of the ten he was offering them.

"Who is this Della sicidyou?" asked Pickett.

"Some foreigner I guess," said the Mayor.  "It sounds vaguely Russian doesn't it or maybe Arabic?

"How do we know she is legit and not just laundering Russian mob money?" asked Councillor Lyle Booker.

"Do we care as long as we get our money?" asked Isabell.  "We just need to make sure we have plausible deniability in case something blows up.  I'm not as confident as the Mayor about reporters not snooping around.  That Tonya' O'Donnell is always sticking her big tits into everyone's business."

"I guess you're right," conceded Booker.  "What is this theme park about anyway?"

"The one thing the city has too damn many of," said Mayor Franklin.  "It is going to be called Superhero World and is going to feature the wonderful job superheroes do to protect the innocent.  As you know, we have more than our share of superheroes in Delta City, so putting up a theme park for them actually makes a bit of sense."

"We have an ober abundance of big titted sluts who call themselves superheroes," snorted Isabell.  "I trust that any exhibits that feature them will be ones where they have their clothes on, which is as I might add, a rarity for them."

"Those costumes don't leave much to the imagination even when they are wearing them," laughed Pickett.

"I am told the exhibits will all be PG," the Mayor assured them  "Besides, the major exhibits will be about real superheroes like Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman and the local super whores will probably just get little boothes or whatever at the back.  Now, let's vote on this, because I heard King Pimp captured Azure Angel again and I have a coupon for a free blowjob that I want to use.  All those in favour of the proposal?"  All the hands around the table went up including his own.  "Motion passed and we are now adjurned."

Later the Mayor and the councillors would wish they had been better with anagrams.

* * *

Luisa Torres was excited to find out that she, or rather her alter ego of Wolf Woman, had been selected for an exhibit in the new Superhero World theme park.  It was a chance for her to be a role model for all latino youth, especially young girls.  

"Come in,come in," said Della sicidyou as she welcomed Wolf Woman to the converted warehouse the theme park was using to prepare exhibits.

"I'm so excited to be part of your theme park gushed Wolf Woman, but she felt vaguely disappointed as she looked around the mainly empty warehouse with a handful of lights and cameras.

"I'm afraid the production area isn't terribly glamorous," replied Della, catching the look on the heroine's face.  "The magic happens in post production I'm afraid when you do the editing and add in special effects."

"I understand," said Wolf Woman with a smile.  "What do you need me to do?"

"Well, the first thing is to put on this helmet," said Della producing a bulky looking device with a few flashing lights on it.  "It will do a holographic scan of your entire body which will then allow us to incorporate various complex CGI effects in the exhibit."  Della held her breath wondering if the heroine could be so gullible.

"Oh sure," agreed Wolf Woman as she slipped on the helmet and Della helped her adjust it, as she decided the dumb bitch was just that gullible.

"Starting the scan," said Della as she pressed a button on the helmet.  "Hold very still and stare into the small display."  Wolf Woman smiled her understanding and stared at the little screen that appeared in front of her eyes.  There were no pictures, just some flashing and strobing lights that repeated in an odd pattern.  After a couple of minutes, Della broke the silence.  "Can you hear me Wolf Woman?"

"Yes, I hear you," replied the heroine in a dreamy sounding voice.

"Good, now what are you going to do for me?" asked Della.

"Everything you ask me of course," replied Wolf Woman promptly.

"That's very good and very slutty," smirked Della as she removed the helmet from Wolf Woman's head.  "Now the first thing I want you to do is to take your costume off.  Leave your mask on.  I really don't care who you are and I want your fans to be able to recognize you by it."

Wolf Woman continued to smile vacantly as she undid her skimpy top and let her full, round breasts spill into view.  Della couldn't stop herself from grabbing one in each hand and giving them a squeeze.  "How ...," she broke off her comment as if annoyed at herself and took it out on Wolf Woman by giving each of the heroine's erect brown nipples a hard pinch.  Della stepped back and watched as Wolf Woman removed her bottoms to display her shaved pussy which glistened with moisture.  "Just taking your clothes off makes you horny does it?" asked Della, speaking to herself and not really expecting an answer.

"Yes, getting naked always turns me on, especially in public," replied Wolf Woman.

Della was startled by this response, but smiled.  "Well then, this is your lucky day," she said and then handed the hypnotized heroine a new costume.  It was a fur bikini that reminded one instantly of Raquel Welch in 10,000 years B.C.  "Put this on dear," she said and when this was done, she led Wolf Woman over to stand in front of a green screen in the center of the camera and lights.  "You ready Bruno?" she called and a moment later a man shambled out from a small office that had been turned into a dressing room.  Bruno was dressed only in a fur loin cloth, with his face made up to look like some primitive caveman with an exaggerated brow ridge and hairy eyebrows.  In his hands, he was carrying a paper mache club that looked quite realistic.

"All set boss," said Bruno as he glanced at the motionless Wolf Woman and drooled.  The fur bikini didn't hide any more of her body than her costume which probably said something, but Bruno hadn't been paid to think which was a good thing since he would have been making a lot less than minimum wage.

"Lights, camera, action~" said Della sitting in her director's chair and picking up a remote that ran all the digital cameras.

Bruno came up behind Wolf Woman and whacked her over the head with his fake club and as programmed by the helmet, Wolf Woman fell to the ground as if stunned.  Bruno leered down at her and then yanked the fur bikini top off to expose her boobs and make the top one of the shortest lived costumes in cinemagraphic history.  After giving her breasts a good groping while making various grunts, Bruno grabbed Wolf Woman by the hair and dragged her a dozen feet so they were right in front of the green screen.  Della smiled, she would add the cave and other background in later to make it look much more realistic.

Following the script, which Della had condensed to the three words 'rape the bitch' which wouldn't strain Bruno's acting ability overmuch, the large man yanked off the fur bikini bottoms and Della zoomed in one camera to get a close-up of the heroine's pussy.  Not going in much for foreplay, Bruno took off his loincloth and stood over the naked woman stroking his hard erection a few times before crawling on top of Wolf Woman and penetrating her with a quick thrust that buried most of his prodigious length in her in one thrust.  Della let the shot linger on the penetration for a few seconds and then pulled back for a longer shot showing Bruno driving in and out of the helpless heroine with increasing force that made her large jugs bounce wildly all over the place.

After a few dozen strokes, Bruno gave a loud grunt and remembering his instructions, pulled his cock out of the heroine's tight pussy and began to unload his cum all over her large tits.  When he finished doing that, he squatted over Wolf Woman's face and shoved his still hard cock down her throat.

"Thank you again for your time and cooperation," said Della to Wolf Woman sometime later after Bruno had unleashed another load of cum into the heroines mouth.  Wolf Woman had dressed in her costume again and seemed to be in a slight daze.

"I hope it all turns out ok," said the latino heroine to the smiling director.  "I um found the whole filming thing to be kind of overwhelming I guess.  I can't really remember much of it, but boy do I have a weird taste in my mouth."

"Don't worry dear, that's just what we in the business call 'bright lights throat', nothing to worry about.  Drinkk a few bottles of water and you will feel fine."  Wolf Woman nodded and departed while Della glanced at her watch to see how soon until the next bimbo arrived. 

Just outside the warehouse, Wolf Woman ran into Texas Star.  "Hey there girlfriend," said the two gun toting heroine in her skimpy cowgirl costume.  "I take it you was here to see this here Della something or other about a theme park exhibit.  How did it go?"

"Um great," said Wolf Woman.  "I didn't know you were getting an exhibit too."

"Of course I am darling," replied Texas as she stuck out her barely covered breasts proudly, her hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric of her top.  "Why, I bet my exhibit will be bigger than yours.  Everything is bigger in Texas you know."  At this she glanced meaningfully at Wolf Woman's boobs and then down at her own.

"Dream on Texas," laughed Wolf Woman.  "My girls are every bit as big as yours.  I think like a lot of people you are confusing white with better."

"Could be," laughed Texas.  "As you say some folks make that mistake.  I wasnt thinking of the big picture though, just comparing you and me."

Wolf Woman rolled her eyes.  See you around Texas, but do try and get your eyes checked out.  I think you need glasses."  With a wave, Wolf Woman was gone and a smiling Texas Star entered the warehouse.

* * *

One by one the heroines of the She Legion visited Della in the warehouse.  While this was going on, construction began on the theme park itself, though there wasn't much for curious eyes to see.  There was a huge gate capped by a LCD screen for the park name which it proudly proclaimed to be "Super Hero World".  On either side of the gate were large screens that rotated through life size, HD pictures of the heroes that could be found in the park when it opened.  A train track was laid down and as it made its way through the park, it passed through about a dozen buildings which would house the exhibits, but also kept anyone from getting a preview of them while they were being built.  Of course, there were large concession stands and souveneer booths where the train started and stopped that would sell refreshments and knick knacks like cheap t-shirts at tremendously marked up prices to the victims that had paid theexhorbinant entrance fee.

Finally, it was time for the Grand Opening.  All the heroines, the mayor, city council and all the rich and powerful elite of Delta City were invited to go on the first train through the exibits.  Only a handful of those invited declined the invitation, citing previous committments, but promising to come in the near future.  The no shows included Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan who were already attending as Ms. Americana and Green Spectre.  Sadly, Tonya O'Donnell had to miss the Grand Opening as well as she had another story to cover, which meant of course Got Gal was attending, but  Megan Fitzpatrick was quite happy to fill in for her absent colleague.

Della welcomed all the heroines aboard with a smile that she did her best to make welcoming instead of a smirk.  As everyone found seats, she glanced at the inocuous air fresheners scattered around the train.  Those were giving off just small amounts of Bliss and she hoped that might produce a few interesting exchanges during the tour as it worked to lower inhibitions and increase lust.  Still smiling, she signalled to the driver to start the VIP tour.

There was a gasp, unheard by the people on the train, from the waiting crowd in front of the gates just as the train started to move.  The programmable sign above the gates and the screens on either side changed to show something very different than what they had been showing.  This prompted a rather large surge towards the booths to try and buy tickets for the next rides.  Oblivious to this, the VIP train entered the first exhibit.

"Welcome to Sex World," said a sultry female voice that sounded straight out of a 1-800 phone sex line.

"That must be some kind of glitch," said Ms. Americana with a frown, but then the lights came up and they saw a very realistic hologram of Wolf Woman in a fur bikini.

"No one knows for sure when sex was invented," continued the sultry voice, "but it almost certainly happened with cave men from the drawings found on cave walls dating back at least 15,000 years ago.  This reeanactment stars the delicious Wolf Woman as our sexy cave woman though I hasten to point out there is no indication that cave women had such huge, soft jugs."

"Hey, wait a minute," protested Wolf Woman.  "I never posed for this!"

The heroine's protest was lost, however, as everyone was watching the caveman bonk her over the head, pull off her top, grope her boobs and then drag her back to the now very realistic looking cave.  Everyone on the train was treated to the sight of her bottoms being pulled off and the heroine being mounted and fucked with those huge aforementioned jugs bouncing and jiggling.  The scene then cut to a groggy looking Wolf Woman slurping and sucking Bruno's cock  until he filled her mouth witha warm, thick load of cum and they watched her swallow it all.

"Oh, so that's why my mouth tasted like I had swallowed a gallon of cum.  I thought the taste was familiar." exclaimed Wolf Woman who then clapped a hand over her mouth when she realized too late she had spoken aloud and everyone on the train turned to stare at her.

"Once again our thanks to Wolf Woman for this stimulating portrayal of sex in prehistoric times," said the disembodied narrator.

The train moved out of the first exhibit hall with a wide variety of reactions invoked on board.  At first the heroines had been disgusted at the wanton actions of one of their own, but that reaction was quickly being replaced by one of unease and dread as they tried desperately to recall the details of their own video recordings.  Among the VIPs there were looks of outrage on some faces and naked lust on others.  Regardless of the outward expressions, inwardly there was definitely a rise in the libido while pants had tented and panties had grown damp spots.

"I swear, I never posed for that!" cried Wolf Woman as the train entered the second exhibit. 

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen," came the sultry voice, "to our next installment in the history of sex.  It is called the world's oldest profession and while we can't say who the world's first prostitute was with any certainty, there are records going back to ancient Greece.  Please give a warm tingle for that naughty girl Aspasia of Athens."

A new hologram appeared, depicting Omega Woman in the skimpiest toga ever worn.  Instead of looking like someone wrapped in a sheet, she looked like she was covered by a couple of very small hankies.  Her nipples could be seen peeking out of the tiny cloth partially covering her boobs, while the outline of her pussy was clearly visible through the thin cloth in front of it.

"Hey Pericles, do you want a good time?" cooed the hologram of Omega Woman.

"I never did that!" protested Omega Woman as now everyone turned to look at her.  "Er, at least I don't think I did anyway," she muttered as she tried to sink down in her seat and disappear from the stares of the others in the train.

The hologram now shifted to the bedroom of the Athenian leader, showing Aspasia / Omega Woman pushing the man onto the bed and ripping first his toga off and then her own skimpy garments.  As everyone on the train watched, Omega Woman climbed on top of Pericles and impaled herself on his raging erection.

"Oh yeah, that big cock of yours feels so good in me," moaned the hologram of Omega Woman as she began to bounce up and down on it with her tits blopping around madly.   The stunned train riders were then treated to a moaning Pericles blasting a load of cum into Omega Woman that dripped slowly from her pussy when she finally dismounted and began to clean his cock with her mouth.

"What a slut," muttered Counsellor Pickett as he put his hand on Omega Woman's thigh and leered at her.  "How much for a romp in the sheets toots?"

"Get your hand off me," snarled the buxom blonde

"Ok, sweetie, we will talk price later," said Pickett and winked at her.

"Our thanks again to Omega Woman for her stunning portrayal of Aspasia and we remind all visitors that a copy of her outfit is available for sale at the booths near the entrance as are t-shirts with her image on them.  Among the most famous prostitutes of history was Nel Gwyn who lived in the 1600s in England and counted among her clients, King Charles II whom she met in the theatre as enacted now by the lovely Champion Girl.

"What?   I  never ...," began the solar powered heroine, but she broke off and stared at the new hologram that had replaced Omega Woman.  It showed the young, blonde heroine on her knees in the theatre box of Charles II sucking on his most royal cock.  Her large tits were popped out of her low cut dress and now it transitioned to a holographic close-up showing her lovingly sucking on the king's cock.  Mesmerized, they all watched Champion Girl take the huge cock into her mouth inch by inch and down her throat until the noble balls banged on her pert little chin.

"The King was apparently very taken with Nel's talents as you can see and she went on to become the official royal prostitute," said the narrator.  Champion Girls mouth continued to slide up and down the cock, briefly letting it slip from her mouth so everyone could see her tongue licking all around the head before she swallowed it again.  The king reached down, and grabbed the blonde's head and holding it in his hands he began to savagely face fuck Champion Girl until he suddenly let go and as her face popped free of his cock, he began to shoot thick globs of cum all over her face.

"I can certainly see why she is called Champion Girl," snickered Mayor Franklin as they all looked at the cummy mess of the blonde heroine's face.  The hologram froze for several long seconds on the heroine's visage as cum dripped from her chin and then faded out to black.

"Of course there have been too many women willing to sell their bodies to mention them all," said the unseen narrator, "but another famous one was Calamity Jane whose life story bears a significant resemblance to some modern day so called heroines.  Some remember Calamity Jane as a sharpshooter in the Bill Hickock Wild West Show or as a scout for the army, but she more often than not made her money selling her body.  It seems fitting that she is here portrayed by another two gun heroine of the modern age, Ms. Texas Star."

"Oh fuck," muttered Texas Star as she saw a hologram of herself appear.  It showed her in a pair of jeans so tight they almost had to have been painted on and a low cut western style shirt.  She was in an old time western saloon complete with swinging door and sauntering up to a table of cowboys.  "Hey fellas, any of you want to take a ride?" she said and undid a button on her blouse which almost let her huge braless breasts fall out.  The three cowboys all just nodded their heads and grinned.  The bar scene then faded out and the next scene showed a naked Texas Star with only her very recognizable mask on lying on her back on a bed with her legs spread wide while one of the cowboys pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.  The other two cowpokes were each sucking on one of her large melons while stroking their cocks.  As if choreographed, the cowboy in her cunt pulled out and began to blast a load over her stomach and breasts while the other two stood out of the line of fire and then a moment later added their own warm, sticky contributions to her face and tits.

"That's it pardners, shoot all that wonderful spunk all over me," encouraged the hologram Texas Star and when the three men had finished doing just that, she cleaned their cocks tenderly with her mouth.  The hologram faded out with the now dressed cowboys tossings some bills onto the bed on their way out the hotel room door.

"There is some disagreement among historians about how good of a scout Calamity Jane really was," went on the narrator.  "It is believed she was captured or perhaps let herself be captured many times by Native Americans, but each time she managed to bargain for her release."

"Tell you what White Cloud," said a new hologram of Texas Star in her actual costume, "you can fuck me doggy style if you will let me go.  We got a deal?"

"How much?" asked a doubtful looking White Cloud. 

"No charge this time big boy, but it will cost you the next time you are in town," said Texas Star as she began to remove her top.

"Those babies are a lot better deal than we normally get from you white assholes," said White Cloud as he watched Texas Star's huge soft 'guns' pop out into view, each crowned with a large, erect pink nipple.  The scene changed to show Texas on her hands and knees on the ground, with her massive white globes dangling down and swinging about madly as she was fucked from behind by the muscular Native American.

[Author's Note:  In keeping with the more progressive times, a real Native American portrayed White Cloud and not Johnny Depp made up to look like one.]

"Where do you want me to cum you white whore?" asked White Cloud, giving Texas Star's ass a hard slap that made her ass cheekes jiggle and quiver for the watching people on the train.

"Oh please cum on her ass!" shouted Councillor Orestt Bigelow.

"Blast your load all over my ass," said Texas Star looking back at White Cloud as she had a hand between her legs rubbing her clit furiously.
 
"Yes!" cried Councilor Bigelow pumping his fist in the air as everyone watched White Cloud pull his cock out of Texas Star's pussy and begin spraying her ass and lower back with  his jizz.

"Another famous prostitute was Lulu White who ran Mahogany Hall in New Orleans in the early 1900s.  The house itself was beautifully decorated as you can see with stained glass windows, elegant furniture and tasteful oil paintings on the walls.  A beautiful facade for the debauchery that went on in its 15 bedrooms under the auspices of Lulu White as portrayed here by the stunning Lady Midnight."

"Hot fucking damn," yelled Councilor Isabell Yonkers as a hologram of Lady Midnight in a low cut dress of the period appeared.  A gray haired man in a white suit, who looked like he could shill for a certain fast foodfried chicken chain, approached her as she stood in the downstaairs parlour and a moment later they were walking up a curving staircase.  The scene cut to the inside of a bedroom where Lady Midnight quickly divested herself of the dress and stood there running her hands over her large, chocolate brown boobs.

"Why of course you can do anything you want Colonel," she said with a smile as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the white suited man and began to unbuckled his belt.

"This is a lie and so fucking racist!" yelled a mortified Lady Midnight.

"Looks to me like you are enjoying it," snickered Isabell who discreetly slid a hand under her skirt and began to rub herself through her now very wet panties as everyone watched the African-American heroine fish out the mans cock and stuff it between her full lips.

"Man, look at her go to town on that cock," said one of the rich VIPs.  "Two to one she lets him blow in her mouth."

"Nah, I'll put up a hundred he cums on those big brown titties," said another man.

"I swear I didn't do that video!" screamed a horrified Lady Midnight, but like everyone else on the train, she couldn't take her eyes off the sight of herself pumping her mouth up and down on the client's cock.  There was a cry of disappointment from the second man as the Colonel moaned loudly and began to empty his balls right into Lady Midnight's mouth where barely a drop escaped.  As the man paid off his bet, the train began to move out of the pavillion, leaving a kneeling Lady Midnight kneeling naked in all her glory and smiling at another satisfied customer.

"As we leave this delightful section on the history of sex, we should remind everyone that our modern day heroines make frequent appearances in the whorehouses of Delta City thnks to the community spirit shown by men such as King Pimp.  I am sure you will get to enjoy the heroines who acted out these historical dramas for us in person real soon."

"I swear, I never posed for that shit," said Lady Midnight feeling the eyes of the other heroines on her.

"I've got a bad feeling about this whole thing," mumbled Flag Girl as the train entered the third pavillion.

"I've got a worse feeling," said Spectre Girl.

"Same sex relationships probably date back nearly as far as prostitution ," said the sexy narrator voice as if it were whispering a taboo secret to a close friend and not blaring it over speakers for hundreds to hear.  "Still, there are a number of famous lesbians they never told you about in school, assuming they even mentioned the L word. Our thanks to Ms. Americana and her cute as a button sidekick Flag Girl for their help in this first vignette."

"I told you I had a real bad feeling," moaned the pigtailed Flag Girl as a hologram of her and Ms. Americana appeared.  Her mentor was dressed in a nurse's uniform or at least a parody of one as any nurse actually wearing that in a hospital would probably be arrested for both public lewdness and several health code violations.

"The legendary mother of modern nursing, Florence Nightingale definitely preferred the company of other women as shown here with her own cousin Marianne Nicholson."  

Ms. Americana and her blonde sidekick couldn't look at each other and felt eyes glancing at them as their holograms began to kiss and make out.  The Ms. Americana nurse shoved her tongue into her sidekick's mouth and began a detailed exploration.  which When  the dark haired heroine withdrew her tongue from the sidekick's oral cavity, displayed a long string of saliva joining her tongue to flag Girl's lips.  The young blonde returned the favour while their arms wrapped about each other and they ground their barely covered breasts into each other.

"That never happened," cried Flag Girl when she couldn't take the accusing glares any longer.

"It didn't look like you believed me when I said the same thing," replied Lady Midnight bitterly.  "Is this an example of what the pair of you do up on the rooftops when on night patrol together?  I guess it could come under the catagory of keeping warm."

"More like fucking hot," said Mayor Franklin as the two kissing women stepped back and both yanked off their tops to let their huge breasts out into the  open before resuming the kiss, this time with hard nipples pressed into hard nipples.

"We will now see the classic 69 position demonstrated by our two hot lesbian lovers," said the narrator.  Right on cue, the two heroine holograms broke their passionate kiss and got into a 69 position with Ms. Americana on top.

"Oh fuck yes, that's it, eat out my pussy," moaned the sidekick's hologram in a loud voice that had the real Flag Girl cringing in her seat.  "It feels so fucking good when you lick my clit like that Ms. A."

"If you want more, then you had better get to work on me with your mouth little girl," said the Ms. Americana hologram looking up briefly with a face drenched in her sidekick's juices.

"I'm on it Ms. A, I mean Nurse Florence," said Flag Girl as she stuck out her tongue and delved deep into her mentor's wet slit.

"As you might guess, such naughty actions were most often hidden from friends, family and the general public in those days," said the voice over narrator to the lesbian scene.  "Even today, there is not universal acceptance for what some consider perversion and one has to wonder about the accuracy of such accusations when it comes to a mentor and her sidekick, but who are we to judge?"

"I'm cumming Ms. Florence," yelled the hologram of Flag Girl which gave a loud keening wail.

"Me too," gasped the dark haired hologram and all the watchers on the train could see the shudder that ran through the curvy body and in a high definition close-up, the heroine's juices squirting all over the young blonde's face.  It was so realistic looking that the real Flag Girl put a hand to her face as if expecting to find it soaked in her mentor's honey.

"Now let's look at another pair of famous lesbians," intoned the narrator.  "These two never met in real life, but both loved to lick pussy as do the two heroines who volunteered to represent them.  May we present that great poet Emily Dickinson and the incomparable Blues singer Billie Holiday. as played by those two sexy sluts Got Gal and her sidekick Got Chic."

"Oh god, I can't look," gasped Got Gal as she buried her face in her hands.  "I'm not doing what I think I'm doing am I?"

"Well if you think you are frenching me," then you are," confirmed Got Chic.  "Damn, you would think I could remember getting kissed like that.  I mean you have your tongue stuck halfway down my throat.  Maybe if I frefreshed my memory?"  Abruptly the dark skinned sidekick pulled her mentor's face up to hers and planted a long hard kiss on her lips.   "Nope, still don't remember doing that."  Everyone on the train looked in shock from the holograms to what Got Chic had just done.  "What?  It was just a little experiment."

"Yeah, we can see that," smirked Night Raven as she looked back to the holograms where the two Got Gals had pretty much ripped each others clothes off and Got Gal was lying on top of her sidekick while they continued to kiss and rub their naked bodies into each other with ever increasing furvor.

"A common technique among lesbians for pleasuring each other is called scissoring where the two lovers grind their swollen clits together," said the narrator in a breathy voice that seemed to imply the narrator was also enjoying herself in some way. The holograms were panting and moaning loudly now in a very lewd manner and the watcher could see they had both climaxed  at almost the same instant from the erotic friction.

"Hmm, I wonder if all heroines with sidekicks are secretly lovers?" asked the narrator.  "Well we have one more such pair to look at

"Oh no, you wouldn't dare!" exclaimed Green Spectre in horror, but apparently they did dare as a hologram of her and her sidekick replaced the still kissing Got Gals.  What made this worse for the blonde heroine was that Spectre Girl was also her daughter, a fact known to the other heroines, though thankfully not to the others watching.

"Here we have another pair who never met in real life as far as we know," said the voice over.  "First lady Eleanor Roosevelt as portrayed by that slutty blonde Green Spectre and Olympic athlete and founder of the woman's golf tour young Babe Diedrickson as brought to us by the equally slutty Spectre Girl."

"Ew, this is so sick and wrong you too," said Flag Girl seemingly already forgetting hwer own recently portrayed lovemaking, as she glanced from the holograms to the Spectres.  The holograms started out kissing as had the other two pairs of heroines and sidekicks before starting to strip.   

"Sometimes, lesbians make use of sex toys in their activities," came the narrator's voice again.  "One such popular toy is the strap-on.  Which of these two do you think will wield the instrument?  Why young Babe does know how to swing more than one kind of club it seems!"  	 

The holographic Spectre Girl had strapped on a very realistic looking penis before grabbing the older 'Eleanor' and throwing her onto the floor on her hands and knees.  "Your cunt is mine now bitch!" said the sidekick's hologram as it quickly positioned its pseudo cock at the entrance of the older woman and drove it in deep with one hard thrust.

"Oh fuck yes Spectre Girl, I mean Babe," give me what my husband can't and fuck me good and hard, screamed Green Spectre's hologram.

Della was quite proud of some of the dialogue she had programmed into the hypnotized heroines which made their actions look much more consentual.  She was quite sure most of those on the train were actually believing the two heroines had actively participated in this little drama.  Hell, looking around at the stunned expressions on the other heroines, it seemed some of them did as well despite the evidence of their own experiences.  It was curious though that it had taken a double dose of the helmet to get the Spectres to cooperate as if there was some special barrier that hadn't been present in the first two mentor / sidekick pairings.  Oh well, in the end the Spectres had gotten nasty with each other and that was all that counted.  All the books on hypnotism she had read had said you couldn't force people to do things they didn't secretly want to do, so apparently Spectre Girl always had some hidden fantasies about fucking her mentor.

"Oh yes you like me fucking you like this don't you whore?" yelled the holographic Spectre Girl as she gave Green Spectre's long blonde hair a hard pull to help seat her cock deeper in her mentor's pussy.

"Oh fuck, I love it," cried the Green Spectre hologram.  The older heroine's boobs bounced around on her chest as her sidekick continued to fuck her, while her hands were busy rubbing her clit. With a scream that echoes around the pavillion, the older woman's hologram shuddered and climaxed.

As everyone on the train watched transfixed, Spectre Girl slid the fake cock out of the clinging wet pussy with a pop and moved around to shove it into Green Spectre's gaping mouth.  "Lick it clean slut," she orders and Green Spectre's lips close eagerly around the dildo coated in her own nectar.

"Well, I guess we can title that one as the Young and the Nasty," laughs the narrator as the train starts to move off towards the next exhibit.  "Again for those interested, we have an exact duplicate of the strap-on Spectre Girl used on her mentor for sale at the booths by the park gate.  All major credit cards accepted."

"I think we should get off this perverted tour," said an unhappy looking Green Spectre to Ms. Americana in a low voice.  "we've obviously been set up somehow"

"Yes, we have," said the Queen of Justice grimly, but we might as well see just how bad it is."

"We are now going to view the secrets of the best known sex manual of all time," said the sultry voice of the narrator.  "Welcome to the Kama Sutra Pavillion."

"This is bullshit," broke in Azure Angel.  Only idiots and mostly those are the variety with testicles believe the Kama Sutra is nothing but a sex manual with pictures of kinky sex positions.  It is a book about flirting, courting and rlationships.  It is about ... holy fuck that's me!"

"our thanks to that sexy young ninja Azure Angel and her flexibility that were key to allowing us to display the various sex positions in the Kama Sutra.  Let's look at some of the more fun ones shall we.  Here is the one known as Queen of Heaven."

The hologram showed Azure Angel removing her skimpy costume and laying down on a large bed.  She drew her legs up  until her knees touched her massive breasts while a man with a huge smile on   his face position himself with his thighs enclosing her legs and his hands spreading her pussy open as he penetrated her.

"It looks like he is in heaven alright," snickered Mayor Franklin.

"A tight young pussy like that is the definition of heaven," agreed Councilor Pickett as he leered at the blushing Azure angel as she stared at herself being fucked.

"The next position is called Ballet Dancer and requires the type of skill found in only very special sluts as our Asian Angel," said the narrator.  The hologram now showed a naked Azure Angel smiling broadly while standing on one leg.  As a different man approached her, she wrapped her uplifted leg around his waist for support as he penetrated her.  After a few dozen savage thrusts, the man's body shuddered and when he stepped back, everyone on the train gaped at the cum dribbling from Azure Angel's shaved pussy.

"Damn, it sure gives one a new appreciation for the ballet," said Councilor Eugene Hickman.  "My wife has been nagging me to go with her for years.  If that's an example of what Ballet is all about then I'm on board with it."

In loving detail and with a different man for each position, the train's occupants watched Azure Angel get fucked in every position in the Kama Sutra.  They all got to witness Splitting the Bamboo, the Padlock the Tigress, the Blossom, Tripadam and many more.

"Damn girl, how can you not be sore after getting fucked all those times in all those positions," said Got Chic regarding her fellow heroine with new respect.

"Sadly, we must now leave the pavillion of the Kama Sutra," said the narrator as once more the train began to move.  "Copies of this once banned book are for sale at our booths by the gate.  This is a special edition wiwth colour photographs of all the positions courtesy of our nubile ninja Azure Angel."

"I am so fucked," moaned a despondant Azure Angel as she stared at her smiling, naked hologram.

"Wrong tense," snickered Amazing Babe.

"Our next pavillion features the drunken orgies of ancient Greece and Rome called the Bacchanalia Rites," said the narrator as the train moved into a new exhibit.  "Bacchus was the Roman god of wine, taking over the gig from his Grecian counterpart Dionysus.  Initially, the rites were limited to women, but the Romans opened them up to men as well though opened is probably the exact wrong word to use.  The rituals were held in secret and at night with only initiates allowed to attend.  The rumours of what exactly went on at the Bacchanalia Rituals went far and wide until the roman senate finally shut them down.  We are privileged then to offer you an insight into what the rituals were like thanks to two of the biggest sluts in Delta City, Amazing Babe and Shield."

"I guess we will see who gets fucked now," smirked Azure Angel to a goggle eyed Amazing Babe.

Loud music with a heavy beat filled the pavillion and a hologram of a party appeared.  "The tradition of the Bacchanalia lingers on to this day and is nowhere better represented than the drunken frat party," continued the narrator.  In the center of the rowdy group of partygoers stood a line of young coeds in thin white t-shirts and thongs.  Prominent among them were the platinum blonde Amazing Babe and the auburn haired Shield.  As everyone watched several frat boys approached and poured huge mugs of beer over their chests until the skimpy tops were pretty much transparent, revealing the large round mounds under them and the hard niples poking through.

The girls all took turns strutting around the room, thrusting out their barely covered breasts to the hoots and whistles of the other partiers.  "So that's why my tits smelled like beer the other day!" exclaimed Shield.  "Er, not that I know what beer smells like since I'm not old enough to drink."

"Of course the original Bacchanalia didn't have wet t-shirt or even wet toga contests," said the voice over, "but from what history says, they didn't stay clothed for very long, just like our two finalists."

The contest naturally coming down to the two heroines, Amazing Babe was the first to pull her wet t-shirt over her head and shake her bare boobs at the judges.  Not to be outdone,, Shield quickly followed suit and upped Amazing Babe by actually rubbing her large  tits all over the face of one of the judges who begansucking on one of her nipples before she was yanked away by an angry Amazing Babe.

"That's cheating you whore!" yelled Amazing Babe over the music, getting right in Shields face which had the side effect of her titanic tits pushing into Shield's bare boobs, a fact that wasn't lost on the frat boys or everyone watching on the train.

"Fuck you!" replied Shield.  "Get out of my face you over inflated cow," and Shield gave Amazing Babe a shove by placing her hands on the blonde's huge melons and pushing.  Amazing Babe stumbled and fell backwards on her large, round ass.

"Bitch!" yelled Amazing Babe and she lunged at Shield and ripped off her panties, leaving the auburn haired teen hero blushing bright red and naked to the delight of all those watching.  A triumphant Amazing Babe held up the shredded panties to the crowd and did a little victory dance.  She grabbed a huge mug of beer and downed it in two gulps, still holding up her trophy and was therefore totally unprepared when Shield retaliated and stripped off the blonde's panties.

"Let's let everyone see your cunt, cunt," laughed Shield who now held up the blonde's panties to cheers and also downed a huge mug of beer.  The panties and beer went flying as she was tackled by Amazing Babe and the two naked heroines began to roll around on the floor, pulling each other's hair and slapping the other when they could get a hand free.

"Cat fight!  Cat fight!  Cat fight!" chanted the audience.  The impromptu wrestling match ended with Amazing Babe on top, smirking down at Shield who she had pinned under her.

"Suck on  my tits bitch and I will let you up!" said the blonde as she pressed her huge jugs into the other heroine's face.  There was a shocked look on Shield's face and then that changed to one of lust as Amazing Babe kept pressing her boobs into her face.  Shield's mouth opened and she began to suck greedily on the long, erect nipples of her fellow heroine.  Amazing Babe gave out a loud moan of pleasure and just at that point, Shield took advantage of the distraction to roll on top and now it was her pinning down Amazing Babe.

If "you like lezing out so much Amazing Babe, then you can suck on my tits for a while," said a smirking Shield.  There was no hesitation from the blonde as she immediately fell on Shield's boobs, licking and sucking on them.  As this tit licking went on and on, several of the watching frat boys pulled out their cocks and began to jerk them while they watched.  Acouple of the more eager beavers couldn't hold out for long and they blasted warm loads of cum over the two naked women.  Others wanted more and hands pried Shield off amazing Babe and both girls were forced to kneel  side by side as cocks were shoved into their mouths.  To be accurate, not much shoving was required as both heroines opened their mouths wide and quickly swallowed the presented cocks.

Amazing Babe and Shield watched stunned as their holograms slurped on a pair of hard cocks until they were rewarded with mouthfuls of warm spunk which they washed down with large mugs of beer.  Two sofas were then brought and placed in the center of the room and each heroine deposited on one.  There was some jostling and shoving to determine who went first, but both smiling wemen were soon spreading their legs and being fucked while the rest of the merrymakeers gathered around to watch or if too impatient, begin to fuck in groups of two or more all around the room.  Amazing Babe and Shield let their heads loll back over the edges of their couches as they were banged and their gaping mouths were quickly filled by another pair of hard cocks.  Every time one of the men came in their mouths or pussies, the heroines drank another mug of beer and then motioned for the next man to have a go at the hole of their choice.

When there were no further takers for the two women as all the men were too drunk or too worn out, Amazing Babe crawled over to Shield's couch and on top of her where she began to lap the cum from the auburn haired heroine's overflowing pussy.  In turn, Shield looked up into the dripping snatch of the blonde and set to work on it with her tongue.

"Time for us to leave this debauchery behind," said the narrator reluctantly as the train started to move again, slowly, giving all the people on the train time for a last look at the two young beauties happily licking each other's cum packed cunts.

"So what do you think?" asked Night Raven with a leer at Amazing Babe.  "Tastes great or less filling?"  The platinum blonde just gave Night Raven the finger.

"Our next stop on this whirlwind tour of sexual depravity takes us back again to the ancient days of the Roman empire as uncovered by recent archeological escavations.  Boy, did those horny buggers know how to have a good time.  Take a gander at the frescoes that were uncovered."  The viewers on the train gasped at the exquisate and very explicit murals depicting every sex act that men and women could perform in a wide variety of positions and poses.

"Some of these come from private homes, but others were actually a form of advertising for the prostitutes.  Now I know we already had a look at the world's oldest profession, but can yu really ever get enough of big boobed whores?  We enlisted the multi talented Night Raven to help bring some of this history to life."

"What?  I never did any such thing!" exclaimed Night Raven and it was Amazing Babe's turn to smirk as a skimpily clad hologram of Night Raven appeared in front of the very explicit murals.

"I suck cock for five dollars," called Night Raven's hologram to the passing crowd.

"Are you any good?" asked a man stopping in front of her.

"I have testimonials," replied Night Raven and she gestured to the wall where previous customers had left reviews.

"Very good with her tongue," read the man aloud.  "Best little cocksucker in the city," he continued reading the next one and frowned.  "How do I know you didn't write these reviews yourself?"

"Only one way to find out," said Night Raven sticking out her hand.  The man nodded, took some coins out of a purse on his belt and dropped them in her outstretched palm.  "Come with me baby and I will blow your mind," said the hologram whore and with a wiggle of her ass led the way inside to a small room, barely big enough for a bed.  Before the room's curtain had a chance to stop moving, the blonde was on her knees and fishing the man's semi erect cock from his robe and stuffing it in her mouth.

"Oh Jupiter, you are good," gasped the man as he rested his hands on the top of her head and watched his cock disappear into her mouth.  Night Raven didn't bother trying to reply, but just wrapped her lips tighter around the shaft and began to work it over with her tongue.  With his cock fully hard now, the man began to thrust in and out of her mouth and it wasn't long before he errupted and poured a hot load down Night Raven's throat.

"Make sure you write a review on your way out," said the hologram of the heroine, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I sure will," agreed the man.  "I feel like the luckiest guy in Pompeii!"

A little while later, Night Raven was once more at her station outside calling to the passers by.  "Anyone want anal?  You can fuck my sweet ass for ten bucks."  There was the sound of distant rumbling as another man stopped in front of her.  He looked around startled, but she grabbed his arm and the offered money and began to lead him inside.  "Don't worry, it is just a little thunder, it's not like the world is going to end!" she told him.

"That is so gross and so inaccurate, protested a flustered Night Raven as the hologram showed the whorehouse being buried under volcanic ash even as the man was fucking her up the ass.  "I mean, they didn't even have dollars back then did they?"

"Beats me, I skiped most of my history classes," replied Amazing Babe as the train started to move on to the next pavilion.

"One of the most memorable events in the history of sex was the ride of Lady Godiva," said the sultry narrator as the train entered a new pavillion.  "Countess Mercia is believed to have taken her legendary ride sometime in the 13th century to protest the high levels of taxation imposed by her husband on his tenants.  We think she was just a slut and all the way from jolly old England, we have another slutty noblewoman, Lady Sarah Kraft, to reenact the famous ride."

Everyone on the train peered eagerly out the windows at the hologram as it formed, showing a very naked Lady Kraft on the back of a white horse.  Unfortunately, there were a few historical inaccuracies as Lady Kraft's hair was done up in two long braids down her back and not providing any cover for her large breasts and pussy as it had for the real Lady Godiva.  Also the 13th century Countess probably didn't wear a pair of small, round sunglasses.  Those large jugs bounced around enticeingly as the horse began to canter through the town and the townsfolk all came out to watch which was another departure from history, though no one on the train seemed inclined to complain.  The watching villagers certainly were not complaining either as the men all had visible tents in their pants as they watched the rider jiggle past and some of the women had managed to slip their hands under multiple layers of skirts to rub out some enjoyment.

"A little known historical fact," snickered the narrator, "is what happened when the lady returned home and how she thanked her faithful steed which you will note is a stallion."

The hologram now shifted to show Lady Kraft kneeling beside the horse still quite naked.  As everyone watched, she reached up under the horse and began to rub it's sheath until a large gray horse cock started to appear.

"Oh my goddess, you didn't really do what I think you are going to do," gasped Jungle Babe looking at her friend.

Lady Kraft didn't reply and just sat there staring at herself as she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over the tip of the horse cock, lapping up some of the equine precum.  The well trained stallion made a soft nickering noise, but otherwise remained still as the human female began to lick up and down his shaft.  It wanted, it badly needed a hole to stuff his cock in, but it knew that would come and it had to be patient.  Its cock continued to grow and harden and it felt its former rider grasp his member in both hands and smack it against her face, dislodging huge wads of precum to splatter over her nose and chin.  Then it got its reward for its patience as the stallion felt something warm and wet surround the tip of his cock, finally a hole and he knew what to do with a hole.  The huge white stallion thrust forward and shoved a foot of its cock into that hole.

"Holy fuck, it just shoved half its cock into her mouth and down her throat," gasped Omega Woman glancing from the hologram to the real Lady Kraft who couldn't take her eyes off the sight of her own face impaled on that massive horse cock and her eyes wide in terrified realization.

"I guess that explains why my throat was a bit sore the next morning," she mumbled as the horse began to thrust back and forth, each time forcing a bit more of its cock down her throat.

"I'm surprised you have a throat left," said a wondering Omega Woman as she watched Lady Kraft getting skull fucked by the horse.  Without her being aware of it, her hand had slipped into her bottoms and she began to rub her clit at the totally horrible and yet oh so hot site in front of her eyes.

The holographic Lady Kraft was making loud choking and gagging sounds as she grabbed the part of the horse cock not in her mouth and tried desperately to pull it out, but the shaft was so slippery with precum, all she ended up doing was sliding her fingers up and down the shaft and further stimulating it.

"I always liked horse movies like Black Beauty, moaned Spectre Girl as like Omega Woman and many of the others, she fingered herself at the depraved scene.

After what had probably seemed an eternity to the woman being face fucked by a horse, but was only ten minutes, the stallion began to cum.  At first, this was not clearly visible to the watchers on the train as the hot cum poured down Lady Kraft's throat into her stomach, but there was simply too much of it and they saw her stomach bulge as it filled.  A moment later, frothy cum began to bubble out of the noblewoman's mouth and nose and flow down her face to cover her heaving breasts.  At this point, the well trained horse stepped back to pull its cock from the mouth of the choking woman and with its cum still blasting from its cock, it sent massive wads to cover Lady Kraft's face and most of her body in its spunk.  If you looked closely though, you could just see a glint of light reflecting off the noblewoman's frosted over sunglasses.

"We have it on very good authority that Lady Kraft is also an expert horse handler in real life," said the narrator as the train started to move.

"Oh fuck that was hot," moaned OMega Woman as she sat back in her seat and regarded her wet fingers for a moment before licking them clean.  "Do you really do that on a regular basis Sarah?  I would love to visit you some time and watch you at work."

"No, I never did that before," croaked Lady Kraft and tried to keep her legs closed tight so no one noticed the wet spot on her shorts.

"What would a tour of sex and eroticism be without taking a closer look at sex toys?" said the narrator as the train slid into the next pavillion.  "One of the earliest references to sex toys is attributed to the legendary Cleopatra which says she filled a papyrus box with living bees to create the first vibrator.  To help demonstrate this, we have that ageless slut of a sorceress Hexanna who might even have met Cleo and shared her box." 
 
"The bees were my idea!" shouted an outraged Hexanna before she could stop to think.  The dark haired sorceress glared at the snickering Flag Girl.  "They were for the honey," she growled which only made the pig tailed blonde laugh harder.  "Not that kind of honey!" she snapped.

A hologram of a nude Hexanna in a vaguely ancient Egyptian setting appeared holding a buzzing box.  "Oh she meant that kind of box," said Spectre Girl with a wide eyed look of wonder as the Hexanna hologram relaxed on a sofa and spread her legs wide to give everyone a clear view of her pussy.  With a huge smile on her face, the fake Cleopatra brought the buzzing box to her clit and let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Mmmm it certainly seems to be working well for our slut," said the narrator as the hologram of Hexanna continued to apply the box to her clit and run it up and down her pussy lips.

"It wasn't so great," mumbled Hexanna.  "Unlike batteries, you couldn't recharge the damn bees and they only lasted one orgasm, maybe two if you hurried."

The hologram now closed to a tight shot on Hexanna's face as she climaxed, throwing back her head and letting out a loud prolonged moan which drew a round of applause from the VIP viewers on the train.

"A considerable time passed before much improvements were made in the area of sex toys," said the narrator.  "In the 1880s, J. Mortimer Granville introduced the first modern vibrator to help combat what then was called female hysteria, though we today in a more enlightened era just say they are horny bitches.  Granville invented his device not for the benefit of women so much as to spare the hands of the poor male doctors who had previously been required to hand massage a womans pussy to orgasm in order to relieve hr anxiety and other medical issues"

The hologram now showed a naked Hexanna on a Victorian era doctors examination table, writhing in pleasure as the male doctor worked her pussy with his hands.  "Doesn't look like such a bad job to have if you ask me," said Councilor Bigelow.  "I mean look at her big titties jiggle and you even get paid to do it instead of getting an HR investigation from some frigid bitch."

"That reminds me," said the Mayor looking at Bigelow.  "I got another email from Ms. Icecicle in HR, saying you missed another mediation meeting over some things your secretary alleged."

"I couldnt make it," replied Bigelow as he continued to avidly watch Hexanna's writhing, sweat covered body.  "I had to go to the Palace.  King Pimp had captured, er I mean contracted Amazing Babe for a limited run and I have a thing for big titted blondes."

"Well, that's very understandable," agreed the Mayor.  "maybe I will just send Ms. Icicle over to inspect the Palace for bylaw infractions.  It might help change her world view on some things."

"My hands, they are cramping so bad," cried the doctor in the hologram as he held them up in the air and flexed them dramatically.

"Oh please don't stop doctor," begged the holographic Hexanna.  "I haven't cum yet, er I mean my state of anxiety and depression has not been alleviated yet.  It is your duty to continue stimulating me."

"You are really a lousy actress," snickered Ms. Americana to Hexanna.

"Yeah, well I don't see you  winning any Oscars, replied Hexanna.  "You might get an Adult Video Award though for your pussy licking."

"Ssssh, keep it down you two, Im trying to watch the show," whispered Got Gal.

"I have a new device that will help you with your hysteria," said the doctor as he wheeled in a device the size of a small fridge and started to flip some switches on it that made it start to buzz.

"Oh goddess, what is that thing?" said the goggle eyed hologram of Hexanna.

"My new female vibrator," said the doctor as he picked up a metal disk connected to the device by wires.  "Just keep your legs spread wide and let's give this a try."  When the disc touched her clit, Hexanna let out a loud scream of pleasure and sank back onto the table.

"Was it really that good?" whispered Got Gal to Hexanna.

"I tell you, I have no memory of doing that!" hissed Hexanna.

"Oh right, I believe you," snickered Got Gal.

"Well it's the same damn thing you said about you and your sidekick fucking like a couple of rabbits," snapped Hexanna.

"Of course today, the size of such devices has shrunk considerably and their variety increased exponentially," said the narrator as the hologram changed to show Hexanna holding up a huge purple vibrating dildo.

"No way Hexy gets all of that thing in her pussy," laughed Champion Girl as she eyed the size of the thing in the sorceress's hands.

"I bet she does," said Lady Midnight wiping some drool from her lips and shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"You're on," said Champion Girl.  "Loser goes down on the winner?"

"Done," agreed the ebony skinned heroine.  "I am not sure there is a loser in that bet though."

"You two are behaving like sluts," hissed an outraged Ms. Americana.  "This tour is doing things to you."

"Yeah, it's making me fucking horny," said Lady Midnight as she slipped a hand into her bottoms and focussed her attention on the hologram where Hexanna was slowly inserting the massive purple schlong into her cunt.  Inch by  inch the massive rod of plastic and rubber was swallowed up until it was all inside a very happy looking Hexanna.  "Looks like I won," moaned Lady Midnight as she reached over, grabbed Champion Girl by her blonde hair and shoved her onto her knees in front of her as she pulled aside her bottoms to expose her dripping snatch. "Get to work girl and make me cum"

The people in the train now weren't sure where to look as in the hologram, Hexanna had flicked the dildo's power switch to add vibration to penetration which brought her closer and closer to another orgasm, while just a few feet away, Champion girl was eating out Lady Midnight with gusto and much moaning on Lady Midnight's part.

"Alas we now have to say goodbye to Hexanna and her delightful toys," said the narrator as the train chugged out of the pavillion and Lady Midnight chugged towards an orgasm.  "Our next stop is in the Pavillion of Video Pornography," said the narrator.  "It didn't take long after the invention of film for the first porno to be made.  In November, 1896, the First pornographic film was made starring Louise Willy stripping.  in Le coucher del la Marie or for those of you who don't speak the language of sex,  Bedtime for the bride.  Unfortunatley, only two minutes of the original seven minutes of the movie survives, but it is now recreated in full here thanks to that mistress of massive orbs, Power Lass."

"No damn way I did that!" Yelled Power Lass jumping to her feet.

"Keep it down PL," moaned Lady Midnight.  "I'm trying to have an orgasm here."

Power Lass glared at her fellow heroine and then her jaw dropped as the hologram film started and she saw herself in a bedroom dressed as a bride with a visibly nervous looking groom.  The original movie had, of course, been a silent movie and the hologram was actually trying to maintain that historical accuracy as the bridal Power Lass shooed her husband behind a folding screen with obvious instructions not to peek as she began to undress.

The blushing bride portrayed by Power Lass removed first her jacket, followed by her skirt, then several layers of underskirt and still the naughty bits weren't showing.  The hoographic groom meenwhile was hamming it up behind the screen, mopping his forehead with a hankie, reading a newspaper and of course peeking over the top of the screen as his bride did her strip tease.

"How many fucking layers has she got on?" moaned the Mayor  who glanced back suddenly to Lady Midnight who had given a loud shuddering moan and clutched Champion Girl's face tight to her pussy.  When she finally let the solar powered blonde go, Champion Girl's face was a honey covered mess.

"That's you alright," chortled Green Spectre, forgetting her travails for a moment.  "I would recognize those boobs anywhere," she added as the bride finally removed a blouse to reveal a pair of mammoth boobs.

"How would you know what my boobs look like?" demanded Power Lass.

Green Spectre looked over at her.  "Honey, that outfit of yours hardly hides much does it and that keyhole you put in it to show off your tits is practically obscene."

"Oh yeah, this coming from the slut with fishnet stockings," snorted Power Lass.

Their bickeringe was broken up by the ending of the silent movie and Power Lass breathed a sigh of relief at having escaped so easy in comparison to her fellow heroines.  It was a short respite as the narrator came back on.  "Since then there have been countless pornographic films made, with much more shall we say detail.  Pornographic movies, however, were largely a fringe and underground thing until around the 1970s when a little movie, with a big coc, changed that.  We are of course speaking about Deep Throat starring Linda Lovelace."

"Oh dear goddess, they wouldn't," moaned a suddenly stricken Power Lass.

"Deep Throat?" said Flag Girl wrinkling her nose.  "I think they mentioned something about that in school."

"Not the movie, I'm sure," said a horrified Ms. Americana.  "It must have been in relation to watergate."

"What's watergate?" asked Spectre Girl.

"Beats me, I skipped my history classes, remember?" said Amazing Babe.

"I think a watergate is that thing on a damn where they generate electricity," said a knowing Azure Angel.

"Not a watergate," said Ms. Americana rolling her eyes."Watergate, the political scandal that forced President Nixon to resign."

"Nixon?" asked Spectre girl.  "Was he before or after George Washington?"

"Can yoou all please shut the fuck up!" yelled Power Lass.  "I'm having an anxiety attack here thinking about them showing me in Deep Throat."

"Yeah, I would too if I was yu," agreed Flag Girl.  "Politics is a dirty business and you would be much beter off doing porn."

"I am doing porn!" yelled Power Lass.  "I mean, I don't remember doing porn, but ...," she broke off and whimpered as the next hologram appeared showing her naked and kneeling in front of a man with an incredibly big cock.

"Deep Throat was revolutionary in that it made porn more of a main stream phenomenon ," said the narrator.  "It also marked the first time a porn movie was named for something related to a  political crisis" the voice said as somewhere Woodward and Bernstein banged their heads on their desks.

"Do you want to go double or nothing for whether she can swallow that whole cock?" Lady Midnight asked Champion Girl.

The blonde looked from the hologram and the size of the cock back to Lady Midnight's dripping pussy.  "You're on!" she replied.

The hologram of Power Lass opened her mouth so wide, it looked like her jaw was about to dislocate as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the cock waving in her face.  Inch by inch, the busty blonde moved her mouth forward until the cock hit the back of her mouth and was momentarily stymied.  There was a little gagging sound and then the cock slipped into the heroine's throat and began its downward descent once more.  The skin on Power Lass's neck was visibly distended and the watchers looked on in amazement as the final inch of the tremendous rod vanished and a pair of swollen looking balls banged on Power Lass's chin.

"I win!" yelled Champion Girl.

"What do you mean?" demanded Lady Midnight.  "She swallowed the entire huge fucking cock."

"I know," said Champion Girl once more burying her face between Lady Midnight's thighs.  "I love the taste of your pussy, so I win."

"That's a good little white bimbo then," purred Lady Midnight and patted the blonde head as she felt Champion Girl's tongue make contact with her clit again.

"I've got to ... got to," whispered Power Lass as she watched her hologram's mouth slide up and down on the huge cock.

"Got to what?" asked a distracted Ms. Americana.

"I've got to have a cock," moaned Power Lass who fell to her knees in front of the astonished Mayor Franklin, practically ripped his pants open, pulled his rock hard cock out into view and began to suck on it with as much enthusiasm as her holographic self was showing.  The stunned train riders alternated between watching the holographic Power Lass blowing the actor and the real Power Lass blowing the much less well endowed mayor, though the closeness of the latter did a lot to compensate for his lack of size.  The two cocks involved reached their climaxes about the same time and once again the mayor proved rather lacking compared to the actor who seemed to be pumping a gallon of cum into Power Lass's stomach while the mayor's cock shot out a puny few mouthfuls.

"I'm sure we will be adding more to the vast subject that is pornographic videos," said the narrator, "but for the moment, let us once more be on our way.  Please wave farewell to Power Lass whose oral talents can no longer be doubted."

"Neither can Champion Girl's," moaned Lady Midnight as she climaxed again and added a fresh coat of her juices to the blonde's face.

"Um, I'm so sorry Mr. Mayor," said a blushing Power Lass as she got up from her knees and sat back down.  "can you ever forgive me?"

"Er, it might take a couple more sessions like that to get forgiveness," coughed the Mayor.

"Our next Pavillion takes a more scientific examination of the world of sex," cooed the narrator.  "In 1948, the first volume of the Kinsey report on human sexuality was released, followed by the second volume in 1953.  In 1957 William Masters and Virginia Johnson started their work and wouldn't you like to be paid to study sex too?"

"This might even be educational," observed a startled Ms. Americana.

"It already has been," moaned Flag Girl as she rubbed her pussy through her skirt and wished she had made the bet with Lady Midnight instead of Champion Girl.

"Dr. Alfred Masters and his associates published a study in 1948 on male sexuality and followed that up in 1953 with a similar study on female sexuality.  The results and methodology have been criticized over the years, but the study is still considered a foundational piece of research in the sexual studies field.  The data was gathered through a series of confidential interviews as simulated in the following interview with our very own Queen of Sluts, er Justice, Ms. Americana."  A hologram now appeared showing Ms. Americana sitting in a comfortable chair opposite a distinguished looking man with black hair showing strands of silver, wering a three piece suit and holding a clipboard on which he was making notes.

"How often would you estimate that you participate in sexual intercourse during a week?" asked the doctor.

Ms. americana blushed and took a moment to consider her answer.  "Um, do you mean consentual or nonconsentual?" she finally ventured.

The doctor managed to look shocked and intrigued at the same time.  "Tell me both," he replied making a notation on his clipboard.

"Well the consentual part is easier," replied Ms. Americana.  "Um, zero."

"You never have any consentual sex?" asked a plainly astonished doctor.

"Well, um, this is confidential right?" she asked.

"Of course," responded the doctor promptly.

"Lying bastard!" yelled the real Ms. Americana.  She didn't remember doing this interview, but she had a sinking feeling about what she might have answered if she had done the interview.

"Well, er about once a month, Lady Midnight, Green Spectre and sometimes one or two others of the senior heroines of the She Legion get together for a few drinks and well, sometimes we have a few too many and get kind of er frisky with each other."

"You promised never to tell anyone!" snapped Green Spectre glaring at Ms. Americana.

"Mom! You never told me about doing it with Ms. Americana," accused Spectre Girl.  "I thought we shared everything with each other."

"We saw that you do," snickered Flag girl.

"How come I never get invited for these outings?" demanded Azure Angel."Do you have to be white to get invited?"

"Um, hello," said Lady Midnight leaning towards Angel and glaring at her. "Do I look like white bread to you?"

"We will take an average and put it down as .25 a week then," said the doctors voice cutting across the arguments.  "Now what about the nonconsentual component."

"Um, do you mean the number of persons or the number of incidents?" asked Ms. Americana uncomfortably.

The doctor goggled at her again, sighed and made another notation.  "Tell me both aagain," he said.

"Well I go on patroll almost every night, so that is seven times a week and er probably that works out to be um about six incidents a week," she concluded. "Sometimes on Sundays, even the villains get a little religion I think and I only get stripped naked and sent on my way instead of raped."

"Mein gott," muttered the doctor, seeming to have discovered suddenly that he was German.  "What about the number of people in these incidents?"

"Er, do things like mutoids, plants, aliens and so forth count?" ventured Ms. Americana.

"Yes," gritted the doctor.

Ms. Americana paused and seemed to be doing some math in her head.  Well it probably works out to about an average of five person or things per incident, so um make it 30 times a week.  If I um get captured by a pimp though, it goes at least an order of magnitude higher.  That happens about once a month"

The doctor pulled a calculator out of his  pocket and started punching buttons.  "Hmm, we might as well call it 100 times a week.  Incredible."

"Um, is that a bit high?" asked Ms. Americana.

"The average for a woman of your age is something around 2.2," said the doctor with a shake of his head.  "You are going to distort the average badly."

"It;s a good thing you didn't interview Got Gal then," put in Ms. Americana.  "She seems to end up being gang banged in the sewers at least twice a week and with the being pimped out thing, I bet she is closer to 200."

"Oh thanks a heap for that!" said Got Gal turning to glare at the real Ms. Americana.  "The next time a crook hides in the sewers, you can go look for him among the mutoids and see how you do.  We can find out if mutoids prefer blondes or brunetts."

"I think, they like anythhing with a pussy and big tits," muttered Got Chic who had been present for most of those sewer moments with the mutoids.

"Do you think you prefer nonconsentual sex over consentual?" asked the doctor.

"Um, not really," said Ms. Americana.  "It's just the nonconsentual opportunities come up much more often in my line of work."

"Hmm, I think perhaps we need to explore this further," said the doctor as he put down his clipboard and stood up.  With a smile on his face, he undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock.  "Why don't you show me that you like consentual sex by wrapping those lips of yours around my cock?"

"Yes doctor, it would be my pleasure," purred Ms. Americana as she dropped to her knees in front of the doctor and engulfed his cock in her warm, wet mouth.

"It is always good to have proof of statements," moaned the doctor as he grabbed two handfuls of Ms. Americana's long raven hair and began to thrust himsself in and out of her mouth.

Mmmmmmmhhhhh" was the only sound from the holographic Ms. Americana as her face was fucked.

"That is highly unprofessional!" exclaimed the real Ms. Americana.

"Yeah and the doctor isn't on good behaviour either," said Got Gal nastily.

The hologram faded out just after the doctor unloaded in Ms. Americana's mouth and the narrator came back on.  "In 1957, Masters & Johnson began a lifelong obsession with sexual research.  While Kinsey compiled his data with interviews, Masters and Johnson took a much more hands on approach."

"That doctor felt damn hands on to me," muttered Ms. Americana.

"The pair of researchers paid men and women to have sex under labratory conditions while they observed and measured results using equipment the couples or individuals were connected to.  For this exhibit, we were happy to have the help of that jungle vixenand her juicy jugs, the one and only Jungle Babe."

"What?" said a startled Jungle Babe as she felt everyone looking at her.  "I didn't volunteer for no damn sex experiments."

"Welcome to the club.  Im the president," gritted Ms. Americana.

A holograph appeared showing Jungle Babe removing her fur bikini and laying down on a lab table while technicians connected sensors to different parts of her body.  A man and a woman, both in lab coats appeared, apparently playing the parts of Masters and Johnson.  "Hmm, her niples are erect and I can see moisture on her pussy," said the man.  That indicates she is already in phase one. and we haven't even had any stimulation of any type yet."

"That is quite unusual," agreed the woman.  "She does seem to be a very healthy specimen though doesn't she?"  At this the actor portraying Virginia Johnson reached out and ran a hand lightly over Jungle Babe's pussy.

"That looks pretty damn unprofessional to me," snarled the real Jungle Babe.

"It looks damn hot to me," said Omega Woman and she winked at Jungle Babe.

"Well now," said Masters, "young lady, er Ms. Jungle Babe, in this experiment we are examining whether women can truly have multiple orgasms."

"Gee docs, I could have saved you a lot of trouble," said the holographic Jungle Babe.  "The answer is a definite yes.  I think my record is 14 in one session."

The two doctors exchanged shocked glances.  "I am afraid you are mistaken Ms. Jungle Babe," said the man after a moment.  "We will determine the truth, however, using the sensors attached to your body which measure all your vital signs.  For this particular experiment, you will be required to provide the stimulation yourself."

"You mean I got to jill off as many times as I can?" broke in Jungle Babe.  "I can't believe you are paying me to do this."

The two doctors exchanged looks again.  "Yes, you may proceed whenever you are comfortable," said the female doctor as the two scientists sat down on lab stools and picked up clipboards.  They looked at their watches and noted the time.

"Ahhhhh, there's one," moaned Jungle Babe whose fingers had gone to her pussy the instant the doctors had stopped speaking.

"What?  You cannot have passed through full arousal to orgasm so quickly," said the male doctor.

"It's easy when you know how," grinned the holographic Jungle Babe, while the real Jungle Babe blushed dark red.

The female doctor walked over to one of the machines with a paper tape coming out of it.  "My god, she's right.  Brain activity shows she climaxed.  No, that's not possible, she just had a second one while I was here!"

"Yeah, that one came out nice and easy," moaned Jungle Babe as her fingers rubbed her clit.  "They do take a bit longer as I go on, but the first few can come pretty rapid sometimes when I am really excited."

"What precisely is exciting   you?" asked a puzzled sounding Masters.

"You guys watching me is enough," gasped Jungle Babe.  "I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist by nature.  OH fuck here comes another one!"

"19," said Johnson shaking her head after two hours of watching Jungle Babe masturbate.  "She probably could have done more, but the insstruments were overheating and we ran out of recording paper."

"You noticed it didn't matter whether she used clittoral stimulation or vaginal?" asked Masters.

"Yes, the intensity of her orgasms was the same, regardless of the nature of the stimulation," confirmed Johnson.

"I think she warrants further study tomorrow don't you?" said Masters with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh definitely," agreed Johnson with an answering twinkle.

The hologram then transformed to a scene from the following day.  Masters was between Jungle Babe's legs, driving his cock into the jungle queen's pussy as hard as he could while Johnson was sitting on Jungle Babe's face getting eaten out by the blonde.  "I am cumming," cried Masters as he started to shoot his wad into the sweet pussy clamped around his cock.

"Don't forget to time your refractory period," gasped Johnson as she reached her third orgasm from Jungle Babe's tongue and squirted all over the busty heroine's face.

"Um, the machines are starting to smoke," said a worried looking technician who had one hand wrapped around his cock and was trying to stroke it while looking at the readouts.  "I ahhhhh, don't know how long they can last and she just hit 22."

"Ah, research can be such hard work," said the narrator as the train started to move again.  "We have one last pavillion on our sex tour."

"That's it, take my cock you little bitch!" yelled Councilor Pickett as he slammed into Flag Girl with her bent over one of the train seats.  When the holographic Jungle Babe had hit orgasm 11, he hadn't been able to take it any more and he had just ripped off the blonde's skimpy costume and sunk his dick in her soaking wet pussy.  Ms. Americanas only comment at the sight of her sidekick getting her brains fucked out had been to complain that they were blocking her vision of the exhibit.
 
"We've already looked at pornography in films," said the narrator, "but of course there is a rich history of printed pornography.  One of the most important events of the modern times in that area came in 1953 with the publication of the first issue of Playboy and the now famous centerfold that millions of men all over the world have jerked off to. and hidden under their mattresses for their mothers to fine."  The hologram of a photo shoot appeared.  "The first ever Playboy centerfold was of course the legendary Marilyn Monroe.  Our thanks go out to all the She Legion members for taking part in our centerfold project."

"Hey that's me!" squealed Flag Girl, still bent over and being fucked by Pickett as she spotted herself posing nude and waved to herself.

One by one the hologram showed each of the heroines posing for their very own centerfold.  "We will of course have the complete collection for sale at our booths near the gates, said the narrator.  "That concludes your tour of Sex World.  Please watch your step when disembarking from the train and take all your clothes with you.  We hope you will return soon and often."

"How delicious," said Della with a huge smile as she watched the heroines stumble from the train and the crowds surge forward to get their chance to see the exhibits that they had been teased by with glimpses on the huge screens by the gates.

* * *

Down below Sanctuary, Guardian stirred uneasily.  The composite being which looked like a glowing sphere of energy some three feet in diameter was uneasy.  It felt a disturbance in the force and then glowed slightly pink as it remembered that the force was just something out of the movies and one of the beings that melded to compose it had been a huge Star Wars fan.  Still, the entity sensed something was wrong.  and It floated out of the chamber with the reboot mechanism and down corridors until it slipped through the wall into the chamber where the mutoid Kellog and the former neo nazi Elsa lived, though Elsa kept denying she was his girlfriend.

]Author's Notes:  Guardian was created in the conclusion (chapter 39) of Delta City PI.  Elsa and Kellog's met in Tales From Delta City #1:  Beauty and the Beast]

The pair were both attempting to reform and were guarding Sanctuary from any threats from below  When asked how that was going, the buxom blonde had shrugged and merely said she had thrown out all her copies of Mein Kampf while Kellog said he found acquiring items for Sanctuary (i.e. stealing) a good substitute for raping heroines.  Cyril who managed Sanctuary was running out of rooms to put the large screen televisions that Kellog kept bringing him when temptation hit him.

The couple were a little disconcerted the first time Guardian had floated into their apartment unannounced as Elsa had been on her knees deep throating Kellog's massive member at the time.  Eventually they had gotten used to the entity barging in at odd times and they hardly looked around this time at its entrance.  Elsa was sitting on Kellog's lap facing him as he reclined in a chair and thrust his cock up into her pussy with inhuman strength.

"If you want to watch the news again," gasped Elsa, the remote control is on the coffee table.

There was a slight flickering in Guardian's glow as it acknowledged the fact, dimly noting that the pair were using one of the trickier positions from the Kama sutra.  Apparently another one of her component beings had made a thorough study of that publication.  Guardian clicked on the large screen television on the wall.

"This is Megan Fitzpatrick reporting from the newest tourist attraction in Delta City.  What had been advertised as a theme park dedicated to Super Heroes and their contribution to society turned out to be something quite different.  This reporter had an extensive tour of Sex World, the new name for the attraction.  This is not a park for the kiddies as it features scene after scene of sex and debauchery performed by the heroines of Delta City.  We have edited the supplied videos and pictures for presentation on television, but please be advised, they are still highly sexual."

"Holy fuck!" gasped Elsa as she looked back over her shoulder at the scenes of the She Legion members sucking cock, fucking and having sex with each other.  Apparently Kellog found it stimulating as well as she felt his hot, thick load blasting into her.

Guardian wished it could sigh, but another flicker of its intensity was the best it could manage as it floated through the wall and back down the corridors to the room with the reboot mechanism.  It had been studying it for a year now and had decided it knew enough to give a little tweak.  When it had done so, Guardian floated back to Kellog and Elsa's chamber.

"The remote is on the coffee table if you want to watch the news again," hufed Elsa as she squeezed her pussy tighter around Kellogs cock as it pounded her from below as she sat facing him in a chair.

"This is Megan Fitzpatrick reporting from Delta Citys newest tourist attraction.  I'm sorry folks, but this one looks like another big bust.  I can't imagine why anyone thought  that a theme park devoted to stamp collecting would be a big draw.  It has to be the most boring thingIve ever seen."

"Quick, change the channel," called Elsa to Guardian.  "Put on one of the porn channels please, that news item is making Kellog go flacid. I can feel it."

* * *

Lady Delicious stared up at the sign over the gates that now read "Stamp World".  What in the hell had she been thinking.  She had somehow thought it was a good idea to spend millions creating a theme park dedicated to stamp collecting!  Millions she had borrowed from investors like King Pimp.  This looked like a good time to take a long vacation as far away from Delta City as she could before King Pim had her working off her debt in the Palace.

The End