Tales From Delta City #20: Biker Chick By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Got Gal (Tonya O’Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson),, Azure Angel (Yummi Wong), Omega Woman (Cameron Drake), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Lady Kraft, Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Texas Star, Champion Girl (Candace Graham), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Power Lass (Karen Clark) and Shield (Carla Rogers) are the creation and property of Mr. X. Other characters created by Mr. X who appear or are mentioned in this story include Professor Werder, The Geek, Dragon Queen and the Aberration. The concept of Sanctuary was created by SilkCords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story which includes Gravity Girl (Holly Dwindle)and Captain Glory (Steve Hodges) 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 ** * "Do you have anything cheaper?" asked Holly Dwindle and regretted the words even as they left her mouth as she saw the mixture of contempt and gloating in the salesman's eyes. She could tell that he knew he wasn't going to make a big commission selling her one of the expensive motorcycles in the showroom, but it was going to give him a chance to pawn off some of his crappy inventory on a sucker who either didn’t know any better, or who had no other choice. Indeed, she felt her heart falter as he beckoned her to follow him over to a dingy corner of the showroom where an all too familiar object resided. It was a BSJ-1, the Yugo of the motorcycle world. Victims, you sure as hell couldn't call them owners, of a BSJ-1 were all too familiar with its lackluster power, its horrible service record and pretty much total lack of anything resembling a safety feature unless you counted the non certified helmet normally thrown in as an extra. The joke about the BSJ-1 said all of those things were its good points when in fact its only good point was its price. The other joke that always accompanied the BSJ-1 were that the letters stood for "Bloody Stupid Johnson" who was a fictional character in Terry Pratchett's discworld books. Bloody Stupid Johnson was renowned as being the worst inventor in the history of the multiverse and one could easily believe he had somehow emerged from the pages of a book to design the BSJ-1. Holly had owned a BSJ-1 back in London where she had worked as an underpaid customs agent before moving to Delta City. It had been then, like now the only thing she could afford. She hadn't even tried to sell it before leaving England, but had merely left it with the key in the ignition on the street in the hope some especially stupid thief would steal it. Holly had really thought her luck had finally turned around when she got a job working as Lady Kraft's agent in Delta City, but her personal rainclouds seemed to be still hovering invisible over her head. Her first trip to Delta City had been an involuntary one when she had encountered a homicidal sorcerer and mummy called Crimson Spider as part of her customs agent job. [Author’s Note: See Nevada Jones 1-9 for the full story[ She had managed to come through that experience alive with only having her brains fucked out a few times and had gone back to England. She had next encountered four escaped alien Aphrodite criminals, again as part of her job. I mean what were the odds on two such encounters? Once more, she had gotten away alive with only a good fucking to show for it, though it had also got her fired. She had set out for Delta City a second time, partly in search of revenge for her treatment by the aliens. The one good thing that had come from her encounters with Crimson Spider and the aliens had been to stimulate her latent Aphrodite genes to give her the power to control gravity. Ok, control was a bit of an overstatement as she continued to have those little incidents where her power deserted her or otherwise went haywire. Still, as Gravity Girl, she had helped the She Legion stop the aliens and then decided to remain in Delta City after accepting Lady Kraft's job offer. [Author’s Note: See Tales #6: What Goes Up Must Come Down and Tales #7: New Beginnings if you want more details on Holly’s previous adventures] The job offer had been genuine, but it seemed Lady Kraft was not as adept at administration as she was at tomb robbing. The British noblewoman had gone off to the jungles of South America in pursuit of some item or other and had forgotten to authorize Holly's addition to her payroll which had left Holly in Delta City with no job and little money. At least she had gotten this thing the Yanks called a Green Card and that allowed her to legally search for work. The trouble was, her only work experience was as a custos agent and the government was certainly not hiring any bloody foreigners to do that job, especially not one who had managed to get herself fired back in bloody old England. That had left her with taking a job in a bar as a waitress where the pay was lousy and she only could make her rent through tips. Those tips largely depended on her being nice to the drunken louts who patronized the bar which meant her bum was always sore while at work from the pinches and slaps it received. Thank the goddess for her healing factor, though she doubted being groped in a bar was what it had been designed for. "You won't regret this purchase," the salesman assured Holly as he handed her a copy of the paperwork which committed her to buy the BSJ-1 for 24 simple payments that she might barely be able to afford if her ass could hold out that long. She had to admit the man was telling the truth since he had used the future tense and her regret had already started. * * * "Ok, everyone shut the fuck up so I can take rollcall," yelled Gonzo and like many a substitute teacher over the years, found himself totally ignored as the conversation and laughter in the room continued unabated. Gonzo, however, was not a substitute teacher and was instead the highest ranking member of the Flaming Skulls currently not in jail or dead, so he picked up his sawed off shotgun from the table in front of him and fired two blasts into the ceiling. He would have much preferred to have used the weapon on some of the people in the room directly, but the truce didn't allow for such actions. The mouse in the ceiling whose fur had been singed by the blast peered down through the latest hole in the ceiling, took careful aim and dropped a turd into Gonzo's hair which probably was an improvement on its normal state. The double blast from the shotgun had at least gotten the attention of the others in the room and Gonzo picked up a grubby looking clipboard. "The Devils Horns," he yelled out into the silence. "Yeah, we're here" called back Torpedo from a table near the rear where he and Brutus sat as representatives of the gang whose members had never made it past grade six and who didn't clearly understand the difference between the plural and possessive. Of course, that didn't make them unique in the room. "Satan's Spawn," called Gonzo after checking off the first name on his list. "Open your fucking eyes," snapped a large man with a buzz cut and a face covered in tattoos who was sitting at the table right in front of Gonzo. "Yeah, I thought I smelled you Ziggy," retorted Gonzo as he made another checkmark on his list. Ziggy started to bark back a response, but Gonzo was already moving on to the next gang on his list. "Pure Poison you here? he bellowed. "Stick it up your ass Gonzo," yelled back a man with an orange mohawk from another one of the tables. This brought a laugh from the others in the room and a glower from Gonzo as he paused with his pencil in midair. ""I heard your old lady loves shoving her strap-on up your ass Haggard," smirked Gonzo which got a louder laugh even as he made another checkmark. Grey Wolves?" he called out when the laughter died down. "We are here you stupid fucking gringo," yelled a dark haired man with a Hispanic accent that he only used when he felt like yanking the chain of some stupid white prick like Gonzo. "Just checking Sancho," retorted Gonzo. "I heard ICE had shipped your ass back to Mexico." Gonzo checked the name off his list and peered at the next line. "Dangerous Dudes?" "That's Dangerous Dudez," corrected a huge African-American who was idly picking his teeth with an eighteen inch knife. "We spell it with a z at the end." I shouldn't be surprised Fang," replied Gonzo."I bet you can't even spell cat correctly." Sitting next to Gonzo, Freak's brow wrinkled in thought at the challenge. "K a t," he ventured in a voice only Gonzo heard. "Er, yeah I think that's right," agreed Gonzo as he checked of the Dangerous Dudez on his list. He looked at the last name and grimaced. "The Ducks?" he yelled out. "Quack, quack," returned a large man who was wearing a duck mask on his face. "Is that you Donald?" asked Gonzo peering at the man who had quacked at him. "Weren't you guys called the Outlaws last year?" "Yeah, that is me and that was us," agreed the duck masked biker. "We are trying to get some sponsorship money from Disney with our new name." "I think you are quacked," snickered Gonzo as he checked off the Ducks. "Ok, did I miss anyone?" "Yeah, you forgot us," said a decidedly female voice as a large, muscled woman with long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail stood up. "I'm here representing the Hellcats." "Hey ain't no bitches allowed in here," yelled Fang as he drove his knife into the already scarred surface of his table and glared at the blonde woman. "Shut the fuck up Fang," retorted the woman. "We ain't putting up with the glass ceiling any more. We got just as much right to be here as you." "I don't see any glass ceiling," muttered Freak as he looked up at the dirty, hole riddled plaster above him with his mouth gaping open. With admirable aim, the still pissed off mouse neatly dropped a turd into his gaping maw. which made an immediate improvement in his bad breath. "Everyone shut the fuck up," roared Gonzo as the noise level once more rose in the room. "Bertha and the Hellcats have to stay. We got a diversity grant from the Wade Foundation to help offset costs." "You have got to be shitting me," yelled Haggard. "Why would that bunch of feminist bitches sponsor a contest like this?" "Well, we didn't exactly tell the truth when we filled out the application form," snickered Gonzo. "We put it down as a workshop to facilitate communication between the dominant binary genders. Not only did they give us prize money, but they even sent us t-shirts for all participants." "And you thought I was quacked," laughed Donald. "Ok, if no one else was missed and you chumps are done bitching, then it's time to get on with things," said Gonzo looking around the room. There was the sound of a throat being cleared delicately and Gonzo looked about until he found the old Chinese woman sitting alone at one of the tables. He was just going to ask what in the hell she was doing there at a meeting of the toughest gangs in the city when she tapped the little pin on her collar and smiled at him. Gonzo saw the pin and swallowed hard as sweat broke out on his forehead. "Er, sorry ma'am," he said. "I didn't realize the Red Dragons were represented here tonight. Thank you for coming," and he quickly added the name to his list. Everyone knew it was not a good idea or a life prolonging one to get on the wrong side of the Red Dragons It also cut you off from the best pizza in Delta City. Everyone now sat quietly and stared back at the Flaming Skulls leader waiting for him to go on. "You all know why we called a truce and this meeting. The She Legion sluts and a bunch of other new super bitches who keep popping up like that one with the whip have been giving us extra servings of grief lately. We've also been busy hammering each other which has only made things easier for them. That is the reason behind the little contest I am proposing" "I don't see what is wrong with the traditional methods," shouted Haggard. "Because every time we get together for a good old fashioned rumble, the super sluts show up and kick our asses," growled Gonzo. "Granted, we generally get a good look at their tits and maybe fuck them a bit, but in the end, we always seem to end up in jail and a lot of our profit is going into making bail and paying bribes to get out. By now, I think I personally put Judge French's three kids through Ivy League colleges." "So how is this little contest going to help?" asked Sancho. "It kills two bushes with one stone," replied Gonzo who paused briefly to see if he had gotten that cliche right or not. He looked over at Freak who just shrugged his shoulders. "What I mean is the winner of the contest gets first pick of the territories," and he held up a map with Delta City split up into coloured segments. "That solves the fighting between us and the contest itself will get the super sluts out of our hair." "It might work," agreed Fang reluctantly. "Let me get this straight We get a point for every super slut we manage to grab and fuck. Does that include sidekicks?" "Sidekicks are worth only half a point," replied Gonzo. "Since Ms. Amerislut is their leader, she is worth three points to whoever can take her down. The other more powerful ones like Omega Woman and Power Lass are worth two points. You have the complete scorecard in front of you." "I still think sidekicks should be worth a full point," grumbled Haggard. "Well if we make this an annual affair, you can set the rules next year," replied Gonzo. "This time, you will just have to content yourself with the feeling of having their tight teen cunts wrapped around your cock." * * * Azure Angel crept silently across the floor of the supposedly permanently closed pool hall. Her source had told her that the leaders of all the biker gangs in Delta City were meeting in the basement below her and this was her opportunity to take them all down in one stroke. She had a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she should have gotten some of the other She Legion members to come with her, but this was her big chance to prove herself once and for all. The Asian heroine ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth as it had suddenly gone dry with tension and the taste of cum that lingered in her mouth reminded her of how she had to pump her source to get the information. That certainly was one little detail she intended to leave out of her after action report. Now, she just had to find a way to try and listen in on what the bikers were talking about and .... at that point, Angel stepped on the portion of the ceiling weakened by Gonzo's shotgun blast. The floor gave way and she fell through the resulting hole, or rather fell part way through. Her J cup boobs were simply too big to fit through the opening and the young ninja found herself dangling in midair, stuck between floors with her arms pinned to her sides, legs kicking wildly. The heroine's half arrival had startled the bikers and several had begun to dash for the exit, but stopped when they looked up and saw the girl was stuck. Their dicks hardened instantly in their pants as they looked at those long legs and that wonderful round ass just hanging there. "I think I will go topside and take a look at that half," said Gonzo with a grin as he smiled up at the trapped heroine. "The part down here looks interesting to me," said Haggard as he climbed on a chair and ran his hands over the skimpy material covering Azure Angel's pussy which brought a muffled "eek" from the floor above. "Help me out of here," demanded Angel when she saw Gonzo appear at the top of the stairs from the basement, trailed by Freak and several of the other bikers. "I can't see why I should be doing that sweet thing," snickered Gonzo as he crossed the floor to crouch in front of the ninja. "Maybe a bit later though when you are all warmed up since your current position makes some of the things I got in mind for you rather difficult." "Just what do you mean by that?" demanded Angel even though in truth she had a pretty damn good idea of what he meant. "Let me give you a hint," replied Gonzo with a grin as he reached out and yanked Angel's top off with one rip. The Asian heroine's huge melons spilled into view and she glared angrily at the biker, unable to cover herself with her arms pinned to her side. "Bastard," spat Angel and she tried to wriggle free once more which only made her exposed breasts jiggle and bounce to the delight of her audience. "Sure am honey," grinned Gonzo. "My old man sure as hell didn't stick around when he found out mama was knocked up." As he spoke, the biker reached out and grabbed one of Yummi's nipples in each hand and gave them a tweak. Angel was about to elaborate on her opinion of Gonzo when her train of thought was derailed by the sensation of the lower part of her costume being ripped away as well to leave her nether regions totally exposed to those below. "what's the matter, cat got your tongue?" laughed Gonzo seeing the look on the young heroine's face. "Or maybe that is kind of backwards and someone got your pussy?" "Ahhhhhh," moaned Angel, unable to reply intelligently as she felt a hand or maybe hands rubbing over her pussy and clit. Gonzo watched Angel's mouth gape open into a perfect O as she was assaulted from below. "Mmm, that is just too perfect of a target," he said as he pulled out his cock and slipped it between those soft lips. Yummi's eyes went wide with shock, though a small voice at the back of her mind demanded why she was so surprised since this wasn't exactly the first time this kind of thing had happened to her. Angel felt the biker grab the sides of her head to hold it steady and then he thrust forward, shoving his entire length down her throat in one gag inducing thrust. Her outrage was cut short, however, when she felt a tongue licking her clit. "That's sure making her squirm Bertha," laughed Sancho as he watched the blonde biker go down on the shaved Asian cunt. From above, they could hear the sound of Angel choking on a cock intermingled with small mews of pleasure as her clit was stimulated. "Twenty bucks says Bertha can make her cum before whoever is fucking her face," said Haggard. "It's a bet," agreed Sancho as he cocked his head to listen to the sounds of the cock being rammed into the unseen mouth of the heroine. Gonzo didn't know about the bet and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared one way or the other. All he cared about at the moment was the intense pleasure he was getting from fucking Angel's mouth. The heroine had been just a passive receptacle for his cock when he started, but as he continued to thrust in and out of that warm, wet mouth, he could feel her Aphrodite genes starting to kick in and warm her up until he soon felt the first tentative lick of her tongue on the underside of his cock. He knew he had her then and grinned as he began to increase his pace, enjoying the sound of his balls slapping on her chin with each stroke. He felt his pleasure build until he couldn't hold back any longer and he began to pump a thick load of spunk down the tight throat that squeezed his cock so wonderfully. A moment later, he felt Angel's body stiffen and convulse in its own orgasm as Bertha's talented tongue finished its work. In the basement, Haggard scowled and held out his hand with a tattered twenty to Sancho when they heard the unmistakable sound of the girl swallowing spunk several seconds before her juices splashed over Bertha's face. Yummi gasped and panted when the cock was pulled from her mouth and a mixture of cum and saliva dripped from her slack lips to puddle on the top of her boobs. "My turn next," said a voice and she blearily tried to focus her eyes to see the speaker and saw a massive black cock inches from her face. She looked up into Fang's grinning eyes and with a resigned sigh opened her mouth and swallowed the large ebony shaft. Fang enthusiastically fucked Angel's mouth until he too knew he was close to cumming. As much as he enjoyed watching one of these sluts forced to swallow his seed, there was one thing he enjoyed even more. He pulled his throbbing member from the girl's gasping mouth and gave it a last few long strokes before starting to blast his load over her face. He considered himself something of a cum artist as he took careful aim and deliberately tried to paint as much of the heroine's face as he could with his cum. He sent large gobs of it over her forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. With a grunt of effort, he spat out a few last globs into her long, black hair before collapsing onto his back spent for the moment. From past experiences, Angel entertained few hopes that this was the end of her humiliation and degradation. Sadly she found herself proved correct a few moments later when hands grasped her and with a tug lifted her out of the hole and laid her on her back on one of the dusty pool tables. "You might as well just spread those legs wide girl," said Freak as he pulled down his pants and climbed up onto the table. Angel gave a resigned sigh and opened her legs to give the bastard access to her pussy. She grunted as she felt it slip between her folds and deep inside her. A moment later the table began to creak dangerously as the biker slammed himself into her over and over again. The sound covered the noise made by more feet on the steps up from the basement, but Angel discovered the new additions a moment later, or at least one of them as suddenly her vision was eclipsed by the sight of a hairy, blonde pussy being lowered onto her mouth. Meekly and without waiting to be told, the Asian Avenger opened her mouth and began to use her tongue on the dripping snatch grinding into her face. * * * Angel lost track of how many times she was fucked and how many cocks she had sucked. She vaguely remembered the large blonde woman coming back for seconds and then thirds. Yummi was sure the experience had made her delusional at one point when she found herself being fucked by a duck. * * * Holly tried to imagine herself roaring through the night streets of Delta City with her long, blonde hair streaming out behind her as she felt the throbbing of the powerful engine between her thighs. She had to imagine it since the reality was that the BSJ-1 sputtered and coughed, belching puffs of black smoke now and then that made her choke as she cruised the silent streets. Glancing up, she saw Omega Woman flying overhead and felt a pang of envy. She could control gravity, but actually flying seemed beyond her and hence the purchase of the BSJ-1. It wasn't for lack of trying either. She could decrease her own gravity and levitate herself as high as she dared to go. She had even learned to make sure she adjusted the gravity of her clothes as well the second time she had tried it after finding herself stark naked floating above the city on her first attempt. The problem was however, that while she could go up and down with no problem, all she could do when she got up there was sort of wallow around a bit in a most undignified manner. Now, Holly watched Omega Woman settle gracefully out of the sky not far ahead of her and gunned the BSJ-1 to head in that direction. Maybe Omega Woman could give her some pointers on flying, or perhaps Holly could help her with whatever had brought the powerful blonde heroine here. * * * Omega Woman strode confidently into the dark office building after having spotted a door hanging open that shouldn't have been at this time of night. The place seemed to be housing mostly various medical offices, so maybe some thieves had broken in to search for drugs. She heard a sound coming from one of the offices to her right and moved as silently as she could towards it, though her high heeled boots still made a click clack sound on the tiles that only an especially deaf thief could fail to hear. She further traced the noise to a small inner room and she flung open the door and flipped on the lights using the handy switch just to the left of the entrance. "Surrender evil doers ....," she began and stopped because the room was empty. Well, not totally empty she realized as she walked over to a rolling chair that held a small tape recorder on its seat. Behind her the door to the room banged shut and she whirled around to glare at the plain wooden door. Surely no one could think that such a flimsy structure could imprison her did they? She also noticed for the first time, the large window that covered much of one wall and realized she was in a room where they tested hearing. That meant the room was sound proofed and she had only heard the tape recorder since the door had been left slightly ajar. Again, she couldn't see how a sound proofed room would stop her. If nothing else, the large window would make exiting the room even easier than busting down the door. At that moment, a large group of men appeared from hiding places and stood looking in at her through the window. One of them, a large man with a shaved head reached out and pressed a button to activate the intercom that the testers used to communicate with someone in the room. "Hello Omega Slut, welcome to our little trap. I just wanted to let you know before the fun begins that you are worth two big points to me and the boys." "What the hell are you blathering about?" demanded Omega Woman. "You can't really think that this little room can hold someone as strong as I am." Torpedo shrugged and pressed another button that Omega Woman couldn't see and suddenly there was the hiss of gas flooding into the small, sealed room. It took a couple of seconds for the mighty heroine to realize what was happening and that was a few seconds more than she had as the small room quickly filled with Bliss. She tottered towards the window, intending to smash it out, but instead found herself leaning one glove hand against it with a goofy smile on her face while she felt her pussy begin to drip. "Why don't you take your clothes off whore and show all of us that sweet bod of yours?" suggested Torpedo. Omega Woman nodded her head. Suddenly, showing her body to all those big strong men seemed like a really good idea and she giggled as she reached behind her to undo the button under her collar which would allow her to peel off the skimpy costume. She smiled and gave the men a little finger wave as her large, round breasts were exposed to view and she pressed them tightly against the glass, the nipples almost hard enough to cut circles in it. "That's real sweet," laughed Brutus as he grabbed his crotch where his cock was already straining against his jeans. "Let's see the rest of you honey." Omega Woman giggled again and nodded as she pulled her costume the rest of the way down to expose her shaved pussy, the engorged lips glistening with moisture thanks to the effects of the Bliss. "Now start playing with yourself," ordered Torpedo as he took out his cock and began to stroke it while his eyes remained glued on the entrancing sight on the other side of the glass. Omega Woman smiled and stood back a bit from the window, one hand going to her massive breasts where she began to squeeze them and pinch her nipples while the other hand went down between her legs and a finger slipped into her wet love tunnel. She began to slide first that finger and then two fingers in and out of her pussy as she gently swayed back and forth making her breasts jiggle enticingly at the same time. Her thumb found her clit and she added a rubbing motion to her plunging fingers which quickly had her moaning loudly with pleasure. Omega Woman had always been quick to orgasm and the effects of the gas only intensified her pleasure as she played with herself and watch the dozen or so men on the other side of the glass who all had their cocks in their hands now as they watched her. "Aaaaaaeeeeeeiiiiioooouuuuuu," screamed Omega Woman as her fingers brought her to a climax and she sagged to her knees in the small room. She didn't even notice at first when the room door opened a few seconds later and several sets of hands pulled her out and laid her on top of a desk whose contents had been quickly swept onto the floor. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked with another giggle as she stared around at the men gathered about her. "You can bet your sweet bippy we are," said Torpedo with a smile as he crawled on top of her and aimed his hard cock at her slit. "Oh goody," responded Omega Woman as she felt the hard rod slip inside her. Looking up, she saw another cock dangling inches from her mouth and her smile broadened as her lips parted to welcome it into her mouth. "Mmmm, I love sucking cock," she cooed as she closed her full lips about the head of Brutus's cock. "What do you think about hand jobs?" asked another of the Devils Horns members as he slapped his stiff cock in her right hand. "They are fun," came the muffled response as Omega Woman closed her fingers around the hard cock and her other hand reached out to grasp another offered cock. * * * Holly glared down at her brand new BSJ-1 and gave it a kick. To her surprise, the motor sputtered back to life. It wasn't a roar since BSJ-1s never roared. They just sort of made a sputtering sound that sounded like a sick cat trying to throw up a lung thanks to a three pack a day habit. It had been an hour since she had spotted Omega Woman and set off in pursuit, only to have her not so trusty steed die under her. For a moment, Holly wished she was an evil super villain who could go do something painful and fatal to the smirking salesman who had sold her the motorcycle. Instead, she swung a leg over the seat and hurried as fast as she could towards the building she had seen Omega Woman enter. She arrived just in time to see a dozen leather clad men with the insignia of the Devils Horn gang on their backs come out of the building and roar away on their hogs. One of them, with a naked cum covered blonde slung over his shoulder. Holly immediately began to give chase, but pitting her BSJ-1 against those powerful machines was like asking a puppy to fight an alligator. * * * Amazing Babe looked down at the bra lying on the ground near the mouth of the dark alley. That wasn't a good sign she thought, maybe even an ominous one. It was a large bra from the looks of things, large as in terms of cup size, probably at least an F cup. Amazing Babe paused to briefly reassure herself that her own top was still in place despite the fact that the bra on the ground was a bright lemon yellow and not her costume colours of red, white and blue. Shrugging, Jessica bent down to pick up the bra and it skittered out of her reach. The busty, blonde heroine narrowed her eyes at this. In her considerable experience, bras didn’t move by themselves, but she didn't hear any squeaking or other noise to indicate that some mouse or rat had made the ample cups its new luxury home. It must have ben the wind she decided and stepped forward to bend down and try picking it up again. Once more, the bra skittered out of her reach and partway down the alley. This was getting real annoying, thought Amazing Babe as she made a third attempt with similar results and now found herself well down the dark alley, though the brightly coloured bra seemed to glow like a beacon calling to her. Suddenly Amazing Babe was aware of an open door just to her left and slightly ahead where a shapely female figure stood outlined against the light behind her. It took a few seconds for the heroine's eyes to adjust to the new light level and when they did, she saw she was looking at one of the darkest skinned women she had ever seen. The woman was also topless, though she was wearing a bikini bottom that matched the yelllow bra on the ground. "Just what are you staring at white girl?" asked the woman who stood there hands on hips with her massive, darkest chocolate boobs on full display. "Um, I wasn't staring," protested Amazing Babe. "I was just er following the bra you see,." and she gestured at the bra lying on the ground. "What kind of a kinky pervert are you to do something like that?" asked the woman giving Amazing Babe a cool look. "I'm not any kind of pervert," replied Amazing Babe feeling her cheeks heat. "I am a superheroine and I thought someone might be in trouble." "Do I look like I am in trouble to you?" demanded the woman thrusting out her impressive rack towards Amazing Babe. Each massive breast was topped with a coal black nipple the size of a large caliber bullet. "Um, no ma'am, you look just fine," replied Amazing Babe who couldn't help noticing how large and how erect the black woman's nipples were. "Er, that didn't come out the way I meant it." the woman rolled her eyes. "Yeah right, a lesbo, dyke pervert just like I thought. You can't take your eyes off my boobs can you?" "No ma'am, er I mean yes ma'am," floundered Amazing Babe who was now actively considering just turning around and running away as fast as she could. It was sorely tempting, but she would never be able to live it down if the other members of the She Legion ever found out she had been scared off by a topless woman. Now the woman narrowed her eyes at the heroine. "Are you saying then you don't like my tits? Maybe you are some kind of Keren racist bitch who doesn't think black women are good looking? Maybe you don't think my tits are good enough for you?" "No, they are very nice tits," Amazing Babe assured the woman and then blushed at her own words. "I'm not sure I believe you," replied the woman. "Maybe you better prove how much you like my tits. You should come over here and suck on them to prove you like them and you ain't no racist white bitch." "What?" blurted Amazing Babe, not sure she had heard the woman correctly. "You heard me," said the woman who cupped one of her large boobs in each hand. "Come over here and suck on my titties to show me how much you like them." "But, I really am not into other women," responded Amazing Babe who was not about to admit to having enjoyed, at least in the moment, the liaisons she had with some of her fellow heroines in the past. She was sure that once she was done college, she would find a nice boy to settle down with and live a more normal life. "Hmmmh," said the other woman giving Amazing Babe a dirty look. "Just like I thought. Stuck up white girl thinks she is too good for my tits." "No, it's not that," Amazing Babe tried to reassure her and then in the continued face of that skeptical stare, she took a hesitant step forward. "Ok, ok, I will give them just a little suck to show you I am not racist." Another few steps took her to the doorway and with the woman still glowering down at her, Amazing Babe leaned her face down and wrapped her lips around one of the large, black nipples. "Oh honey that feels so good," moaned the woman as she wrapped her arms around Amazing Babe's head and held her tight against her boobs. "Suck on Moira's tits like the good little white whore you are." Amazing Babe tried to pull back when she heard those words, but Moira held her tightly against her chest and wouldn't let go. "You are also the dumbest little cunt I ever saw too, falling for the old bra on a thread trick" snickered Moira. Suddenly another set of hands appeared from behind Amazing Babe and clamped a chloroform soaked cloth over the blonde's nose and mouth. The heroine took a breath before she could stop herself and felt herself getting woozy. Her arms flailed feebly at Moira, trying to push her away, but already the drug had weakened her and Moira just laughed at her futile struggles. "Just be a good little slut and go to sleep for now. When you wake up, the Hellcats are going to show you a good time." * * * When Amazing Babe swam back to consciousness, she found herself lying naked and spread eagled on a large bed with her wrists and ankles firmly attached with surprisingly soft silken bonds. Surprisingly strong as well as she flexed her Aphrodite muscles and failed to pull free. "About time you woke up whore," said a female voice and Amazing Babe looked towards the door, expecting to see Moira. The dark skinned woman was there, but it hadn't been her who had spoken. That had been a rather tall, busty blonde standing beside Moira. "What is this all about?" demanded Amazing Babe as she once more tried unsuccessfully to break free of her bonds. "You are our first guest in a little contest the gangs are having," replied the blonde with a smirk. "We thought we would start out with one of you weaker bitches and work our way up. You are only worth a single point, but still they can add up. " "What kind of a contest?" asked Amazing Babe trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "It's kind of like the Bachelorette," replied the blonde, "but only with all the nasty bits they can't show on tv." "Nasty bits?" squeaked Amazing Babe. "Like this white girl," said Moira as she produced a large, coal black strap-on dildo that was only a shade or two darker than her own skin. The blonde heroine stared in horrified fascination as she watched the woman strap herself into the thing and move towards where she was laying on the bed, the massive fake cock bobbing up and down all to realistically. "Smile for the camera," said the blonde as she produced her cell phone and started to record video as Moira moved on top of the white heroine. Large dark chocolate breasts pressed into equally large white ones as Moira captured Amazing Babe's lips for a long hard kiss. Amazing Babe could feel the rubber monstrosity rubbing over her thighs and then Moira reached down to position the head of the fake cock at the entrance to the heroine's pussy. "Fucking hot," said Bertha as she captured the stunned look on Amazing babe's face as the strap-on cock penetrated her, knowing the other cameras in the room would get a good close-up of the actual penetration. "Fuck the feedback sensors on this thing make it feel like I really got a dick," moaned Moira as she continued to push forward until the entire length was buried inside the white girl lying under her. "This is one tight, hot little cunt she has got let me tell you." "Oh, I plan to try it out too," laughed Bertha, "but now I think it is time to introduce our guest to some of the other Hellcats." Amazing Babe let out a loud moan of pleasure and then a panicked look crossed her face as she saw four other figures come into the room. Two of them were Asian, possibly Korean she thought, one was Hispanic with light brown skin and the last was a First Nations woman. They all had two things in common, or three if you counted their boobs separately. Their breasts were at least DD, they were all naked and they all had strap-on cocks as big as the one Moira currently had buried inside her. Amazing Babe wasn't sure at that point about her math and just how many things that actually made in common as it was getting harder and harder to think as Moira plunged in and out of her, seeming to go deeper with each thrust. Amazing Babe did notice that the fake cocks like Moira’s were very realistic looking and closely if not exactly matched the skin colour of each woman. The two Asians had yellow tinged cocks, the Hispanic woman's dick almost exactly matched the shade of brown you would expect from her skin tone and the indigenous woman had a reddish brown hue to her cock. "Meet Joy, Jan, Raquel and Jeanette," said Bertha introducing the four newcomers. "In case you are wondering, Joy and Jan are identical twins. As you can see, I believe in diversity and one of my recruiting criteria is finding women who love to get a little of their own back raping stuck-up white sluts like you." "But, ahhhhhhhh, you are white," moaned amazing Babe as Moira continued to pound in and out of her. "That's a pretty racist assumption," sneered Bertha. "I am actually biracial, but I can pass for white and have done so most of my life to try and fit in with white society. Now I have decided the fuck with that crap. I am who I am and I intend to flaunt it to the entire world." "Ahhhhhhhh," moaned Amazing Babe even louder. "This isn't right. Just because some white people treated you wrong, doesn't give you the right to do this to me!" "Blah, blah, blah," replied Bertha. "I have heard that kind of whining excuses before and I'm not interested. Will someone please shove a cock in that white mouth and shut her the fuck up?" "My pleasure," said Jeanette with a sneer as she crossed over to the bed and quickly straddled Amazing Babe's face and slammed her huge red cock down the shocked heroine's throat turning any further protests into a muffled, choking gurgle. Even as she did this, Joy and Jan also descended on the bed, each capturing one of Amazing Babe's large jugs in their mouth and starting to suck and lick the erect nipples. For the moment, Raquel contented herself by watching as she stroked her cock as if she were masturbating a real cock. The bed springs made loud squeaking noises now as Moira and Jeanette increased their pace, obviously enjoying making use of the heroine's body for their pleasure. "Fuck Moira's right," moaned Jeanette. "These feedback sensors make it feel fucking real. Her mouth feels so damn fine wrapped around my cock. I can even feel her tongue starting to go to work. What a dirty fucking white whore she is. If she keeps this up, I am going to feed her a mouthful of spunk real soon now." Bertha laughed. She couldn't see the puzzled look on Amazing Babe's face as most of it was hidden under Jeanette's thrusting groin, but she knew it was there. "Those strap-on cocks are filled with real cum," explained Bertha. "When the wearer climaxes, they will blast a big load of spunk. To make things a little more fun, the spunk in question is from dogs. I have a friend who is a vet who supplied me with all I wanted. Think about that bitch. In just a little while, your mouth and white cunt are going to be filled with dog cum What do you think about that?" A part of Amazing Babe's mind was horrified at the prospect, but the stimulation she was receiving had sent her Aphrodite genes into overdrive and she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her lips tighter around Jeanette's cock while starting to thrust her hips up to meet Moira's pounding strokes. "The fucking white slut likes the idea," laughed Raquel as she continued to stroke her cock and move closer to the bed. Moira gave out a loud moaning shriek as she climaxed and Amazing Babe felt a surge of shame run through her body as she felt the strap-on cock send a flood of dog cum into her pussy. Maybe Bertha had been lying about the source of the cum, but despite the shame and horror she was feeling, Amazing Babe was also wondering just what Jeanette's cum was going to taste like and whether dog cum tasted similar to human cum. Even as that thought flitted through her mind, she heard Jeanette give another loud cry and the heroine suddenly felt her mouth flood with a warm, sticky liquid. It kept coming and coming and Amazing Babe was forced to gulp and swallow it to keep from drowning. In the end, she decided dog cum, if indeed that was what it was , tasted somewhat different than human cum, somewhat saltier but nevertheless rather delicious. "You two better get clear if you don't want to share in her shower," warned Raquel as she gave her cock one last stroke and pointed it towards Amazing Babe's face. Moira and Jeanette extracted their cocks from the heroine's mouth and pussy, but didn't move very far away as they watched Raquel give her cock one final stroke before blasting thick ropes of cum over Amazing Babe's face and into her gasping mouth. Some of the cum splattered onto Moira and Jeanette, but they didn't seem to mind in the least. "Our turn now," said Joy once Raquel had finished painting the white heroine's face and tits with her cum. "You take her cunt and I will fuck her ass," laughed Jan as she slid herself under Amazing Babe and began to push her yellow cock into the blonde's anus. * * * Somewhat discouraged after losing track of the bikers and Omega Woman, Holly continued to search. Her hopes picked up when her ears detected the unmistakable sounds of several powerful motorcycles an hour later. A half dozen machines zipped past her going in the other direction and while they were carrying a naked, cum covered blonde with a mask, it hadn't been Omega Woman and the bikers had definitely been female. Holly turned her BSJ-1 around to follow them and the damn thing promptly stalled leaving Holly to sit there cursing as the newest batch of bikers disappeared from sight and sound. * * * "Are you sure this is the right place?" asked Spectre Girl as she peered through the dingy store window into the interior. Flag Girl looked from the flyer in her hand to the address on the door and nodded. "Yeah, this is the place. My Ms. Americana GPS says it is too." "It still looks kind of well grungy for an Apple Store," said Got Chic doubtfully as she joined Spectre Girl in looking through the window. "It's probably just one of those special pop up stores they sometimes have for celebrities like us," replied Flag Girl with a knowing smile. "What have we got to lose?" "Oh, just the usual," muttered Got Chic. "Our tops, our bottoms and our dignity. We certainly can't lose our virginity since that went the first week of sidekicking." "Oh don't be such a Debbie Downer," admonished Flag Girl as she led the trios way into the store. Once inside, even she though began to have her doubts as she looked around the dusty interior where a handful of what looked like old iPhones were sitting here and there. A man stood behind a glass counter, or at least he was probably a man though it was a bit hard to tell because of the duck mask he was wearing. "Er, we came to get the new Apple iPhone Sidekick Special Edition," said the pig tailed blonde holding up the flyer that had been delivered to She Legion HQ. "Quack quack," said the man and then he paused and gave his head a visible shake. "Sorry, according to my terms of employment, I have to greet all customers that way. It is some kind of stupid PR stunt. Er, you aren't with the company and checking up on me are you?" "No, we are superheroine sidekicks," replied Spectre Girl who didn't have the heart to point out that if she was with the company, she would have given the same negative answer. "That's quacking good," said the man who gave a sigh of relief. "So, what can I help you little sl, er ladies with today?" Flag Girl held up the flyer again. "We all came to get the ultra special, top secret, exclusive Apple iPhone superheroine sidekick edition. I want the red, white and blue version." "I want the green version," said Spectre Girl. "The hot chocolate marshmallow edition for me," said Got Chic. "Quack certainly," said the man. He pulled some papers out of a drawer and handed one to each sidekick. "Please complete the following forms to certify you are genuine superheroine sidekicks. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have had hundreds of girls in here claiming to be the genuine thing, so we need to have the paperwork filled out first." "Hundreds? Really?" asked Spectre Girl doubtfully as she looked around at the undisturbed dust on the floor. "Quack, yes," affirmed the man who noticed what the green clad sidekick was looking at. "It is such a bother to have to replace the dust every time too. It is part of the authentic feel the PR people are trying for." "See, I told you there was a good explanation for everything," said Flag Girl giving Spectre Girl a friendly elbow in the ribs. "Hey, we can't fill out a lot of this stuff," broke in Got Chic looking at the forms. "We can't put down our first and last names or our addresses. We have secret identities to protect." "Quack, quack, that's ok," said the man who was slightly disappointed the three weren't as stupid as he had hoped. "Just fill in your hero names and use the She Legion HQ for your address." The sidekicks all nodded in relief and after a few minutes scribbling, gave the forms back to the man. He barely glanced at them and then he looked from one girl to another. "Now all that remains is to put down your safety deposit of $999. We accept cash, credit card or debit card. I'm sorry, we can't take personal cheques as there are too many crooks out there." "What?" exclaimed Flag Girl holding up the flyer one more time. "It says here the special sidekick edition phones are $0 for genuine sidekicks which is us!" "Quack, you apparently didn't read the fine print," said the man pointing too the asterisk beside the 0$ and then down to the text at the bottom of the page in two point font which required a magnifying glass to read. Just by coincidence, the man happened to have one handy. "Sidekicks must provide specified services as requested by the sales staff in order to qualify for a free phone. Applicants who fail to provide the requested services will be charged a $999 safety deposit fee that is non refundable." "I can't afford $999," said Flag Girl looking at the other two. "Ms. A. gives me ten bucks a week and I have to wash the Ms. Americana mobile to get that." "Green Spectre cut off my allowance after I maxed out her credit card buying stuff on the Shopping Channel. She claimed I didn't really need those ten pairs of designer jeans, but they were only $7000 each on sale. I saved her at least $500 a pair buying in bulk, but she didn't seem to appreciate that." "Don't look at me," said Got Chic who of the three was the only one who actually had a job, working as a camera operator in her Anita Jackson identity alongside Got Gal's Tonya O'Donnell news reporter secret identity. "I only get paid minimum wage and most of that goes for fast food burgers and fries." "Yeah, I noticed your ass was getting a little bigger," snickered Flag Girl. "Well, what are these services mention in the flyer?" asked Spectre Girl turning back to the duck masked man. "Quack, er have you girls ever heard of the labours of Hercules?" asked the man. "Hercules?" asked Flag Girl wrinkling her forehead. "Isn't he the guy who ran for president last time, but they wouldn't let him since he was a foreigner?" "No, that was Hilary Clinton," scoffed Spectre Girl. "I didn't know Hilary Clinton was a man or from another country," put in Got Chic. "It's a good thing we didn't let him become president then." "Well, if you know so much, then who is this Hercules dude?" asked Flag Girl. "Um, I think he is the new head of Homeland Security," said Got Chic. "Either that or he is the guy who wrote that Broadway show that was such a big hit?" "Hamilton?" asked Spectre Girl. "I always wanted to see that show." "No, it wasn't Hamilton," replied Got Chic. "That's a city in Ontario. I know that because it was on my last Geography exam." "Ontario is in Africa right?" asked Flag Girl. "No, it's in Australia, I'm sure of that, said Spectre Girl. "QUACK, QUACK, QUACK," broke in the man with desperation as it seemed the trio could babble on for hours. "Hercules was this guy who lived in ancient Greece or Rome or some place like that and he had to do a bunch of tasks to prove how heroic he was." "Are you sure he wasn't a hip hop singer?" asked Flag Girl. "Yes, I am absolutely certain," snapped the man who forgot to quack in his exasperation. "Well, I am sure we can do all kinds of heroic stuff just like this Hercules guy," replied Flag Girl. "As long as it isn't things like cleaning out stables and yucky stuff like that." "No, quack, nothing like that," agreed the man. "Er, how about we start with something easy. Flash me your tits." "Say what?" demanded Got Chic. "No way," chimed in Spectre Girl. "Not when I just met you," agreed Flag Girl, crossing her arms over her DDs. "Well then, quack, the only alternative is to pay the $999 service deposit," said the man with a sigh. "Huddle," said Flag Girl and the three sidekicks moved a few feet away and bent their heads together. "Look, I really want that phone. It will make the others like Carla and Jessica so jealous. We can just pretend we are down at Mardi Gras where they do that kind of thing all the time." "Or at Delta City Beach after we chugged a few beers on a Saturday night," added Spectre Girl. "Or at the Delta City International Airport just to shock the Jehovah Witness freaks," snickered Got Chic. "Right," agreed Flag Girl vigorously and wit a clap of their hands, the three sidekicks broke their huddle and turned to face the man. "On the count of three," said Flag Girl. "One, two, three," and all three sidekicks pulled their tops down to give the man a good look at three of the most ample teen chests in the city. After giving a good ten seconds of viewing time, the sidekicks all pulled their tops back up. "Now do we get those phones?" asked Flag Girl sweetly. "Quack, that was just the first test," said the man who felt his cock hardening like a bar of steel in his pants and he didn't bother trying to hide it. "What next then?" asked Spectre Girl a trifle suspiciously. Under his duck mask, Donald bit his lip wondering what he could get away with at this early stage. He knew once Aphrodites got heated up, they would do just about anything, but he needed to ease them a little further along first. He could always whistle or quack up the rest of the Ducks and force the dumb bitches, but somehow it was a lot more fun this way. "How about a little kiss?" he suggested. "No way am I kissing a guy in a duck mask," replied Spectre Girl with a look of disgust on her beautiful young face. "Not me, quack," said Donald hurriedly. "I meant for you to give each other a nice gentle kiss." "Ewww, do you think we are lesbians?" demanded Spectre Girl while both Flag Girl and Got Chic whistled tunelessly and didn't look at the green clad blonde. For her part, Got Chic had gotten to quite enjoy the occasional forced dalliance with her mentor Got Gal, so much so that in fact they had "practiced" the situation a few times in the privacy of Got Gal's apartment. Flag Girl wasn't quite as experienced, but had definitely been contemplating intimate female friendships since the damn Geek had taken her cherry when he raped her. "Um, look it won't be so bad," said Flag Girl as she finally caught Spectre Girl's attention as the outraged blonde continued to glare at the man. "Yeah, well then you and Got Chic can go first," snapped Spectre Girl as she transferred her glare to Flag Girl. "Only if you promise to go next," replied Flag Girl with what she hoped was an innocent smile. "Well," Spectre Girl hesitated. "I guess I could do it if I had to. Just for the phone you understand." "Yeah me too," said Got Chic trying to keep any trace of eagerness out of her voice. Spectre Girl stepped aside and watched as Flag Girl and Got Chic made a show of slowly moving their lips toward each other until they touched. Instead of pulling back immediately as Spectre Girl had expected the kiss continued on and deepened until Flag Girl's lips parted and Got Chic's tongue darted inside. Spectre Girl's eyes got wider and wider as she watched her two friends wrap their arms around each other and begin to make out in earnest. She was so intent on watching that she didn't even notice the storekeeper come up behind her and start grinding his pants covered erection into her ass. Finally after about a minute, Flag Girl and Got Chic broke their kiss, pulling their faces back and Spectre Girl watched a long strand of shared saliva stretch and finally snap. "Ok, your turn now," said Flag Girl looking expectantly at Spectre Girl. "Do I have to?" Spectre Girl asked with a mixture of reluctance and excitement after watching the other two kiss. "You promised," Flag Girl reminded her and gently tugged Spectre Girl towards her. Staring into Spectre Girl's eyes, Flag Girl leaned in and began to kiss her friend. She took it slow at first as she had with Got Chic but when she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, Spectre Girl's flicked out to meet it. Now it was Got Chic who watched the other two intently and felt a tingle in her pussy as the tongues twirled and danced with each other. "Quacking hot," muttered Donald and Got Chic glanced at him then down at his erection. With a smile on her lips, she turned her attention back to the lesbian kiss between her friends and teammates, while her hand gently rubbed Donald's bulge through his pants. When Flag Girl finally broke the kiss with Spectre Girl, Got Chic wasted no time in turning the blonde to face her and mashing their lips together hungrily. There was little or no reluctance in Spectre Girl now as she returned the kiss, her hands going behind her dark skinned friend to grab two handfuls of that full, round ass and give it a squeeze. Seeing the glazed look on Flag Girl's face, Donald decided it was safe to take things one step farther and he pulled his hard cock from his pants and touching Flag Girl's arm, he pointed down to it. The blonde sidekicks eyes widened slightly in shock for a second, but her hand reached out almost automatically to wrap itself around his member. She stroked it gently for several seconds while watching Spectre Girl and Got Chic kiss and then slowly sank to her knees and slipped Donald's cock into her mouth and began to suck on it eagerly. The loud slurping sound of Flag Girl working on the man's cock finally penetrated the fevered brains of her two friends and they broke their kiss to stare down in shock at the sight of Flag Girl's mouth bobbing up and down on the large cock, licking it with her tongue as if it were a ice cold popsicle on the hottest day of summer. "Show us your tits again while you do that," suggested Donald with a grin as he caught sight of Got Chic and Spectre Girl watching Flag Girl perform a blow job like a pro. There was only the slightest of hesitations from the pig tailed blonde and then she yanked down her top and her large teen melons bounced and swayed as she continued her oral attention on his cock. Donald saw the same glazed look on the faces of the other two and smiled. "Why don't you two get out of those skimpy costumes and go down on each other?" Got Chic and Spectre Girl looked at each other for a moment and then began stripping off their costumes as fast as their hands could move. In just a few seconds, the two sidekicks had formed a 69 on the dusty floor and had their tongues buried in each other's cunt. Yep, there was very little an Aphrodite wouldn't do once they got properly heated up thought Donald as he split his attention between the incredibly hot sight of his cock disappearing into Flag Girl's mouth and the equally hot sight of the other two pleasuring each other with their mouths. When he finally could hold back no longer, he grabbed one of Flag Girl's pigtails in each hand and held on as he began to blast a load of hot cum into her mouth. He seemed to cum for what felt like an eternity and then just stood there wiwth his cock still buried in Flag Girl's throat as he watched Spectre Girl and Got Chic both convulse in a orgasm and smear their juices over the face of the other. "Are you three girls ready for your next task?" Donald asked and got three eager nods. Donald smiled and pressed a button on the counter and a moment later three more duck masked figures appeared from the back room where they had been waiting. "Girls, meet Huey, Louie and Dewey. They want to earn their Junior Woodchuck badge in fucking, so why don't you bend over the counter and let them have at it?" The trio of sidekicks exchanged glances and then as with one mind, they moved to the counter, leaned over and spread their legs wide. * * * Holly had finally coaxed her BSJ-1 into working again and was stopped at a 8/12 store to get a soda when she saw a cluster of motorcycles roar past. She rubbed her eyes as she had trouble believing what she was seeing. She could have sworn all the bikers had duck masks on and on three of the bikes had been three naked women who from their masks appeared to be Flag Girl, Spectre Girl and Got Chic. By the time, Holly got to her BSJ-1 though and got it started, the group was long gone. * * * Power Lass hovered in mid air unable to believe what she was reading on the large scrolling sign on the theatre in front of her. "Power Lass Live! One night only! Watch her for $20. Get a blowjob from her for $50. Fuck her for $100. Limited seating capacity Family rates available." Heads turned to regard the heroine as she stomped through the lobby and ignored the man in biker leathers taking tickets. She marched down the center aisle with a determined stride towards the stage where another African-American in biker gear was standing as if waiting for her. "What the hell is the meaning of this outrage?" she demanded as she mounted the steps to the stage. "I thought that sign would get your attention," smirked Fang and then he flicked on the microphone he was holding. "Ok, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the star of our little live sex show has arrived. Remember if you got a yellow ticket, you only get to watch. Those with a blue ticket get a blow job and those with a red ticket get to fuck her." "Does that include anal?" called out a man holding up a red ticket. "Fine with me," agreed Fang as he turned back to a flabbergasted Power Lass. "Why don't you go ahead and take your clothes off now honey. I am sure you don't want to keep all your horny fans waiting." "You, you, you are insane," stammered Power Lass in her anger. "There is no damn way I am going to go along with your sick little show. In fact when I get done with you, you will be in traction for a year." "Well before you get too worked up," replied Fang, "I want to introduce you to my little brother Oswald." The large man waved an arm and a scrawny, black teen with glasses gingerly stepped out onto the stage. "So you have a brother, big deal," snarled a less than pacified Power Lass. "Well it is a big deal," said Fang. "Me, I never much cared for school and got out as soon as I could. Oswaldd here is the brains of the family though. He also wants to join my gang, but he has to prove himself even if he is my kid brother. I don't play favourites. Well, Oswaldd here saw an article in Super Villain Monthly about a run in you had a while ago. It said that all those powers of yours vanish when you are exposed to an electromagnetic field. Now me I don't even know what the fuck an electromagnetic field is, but Oswaldd is pretty up on that stuff." Power Lass felt a small shiver of dread run through her body, but she fought it back. She was standing on the stage of a theatre and there was nothing here that could generate the kind of electromagnetic field that would be needed to significantly weaken her. "I see you are looking a little skeptical," observed Fang. "Well, can I draw your attention to the big column speakers on both sides of the stage?" Power Lass glanced at them and turned back to Fang with a smirk. "You have got to be kidding. The electromagnetic field those things can generate won't even ruffle my hair." "I am sure they wouldn't if they hadn't been modified," replied Fang. "Like I said, I don't understand any of the school stuff, but Oswaldd here told me it had something to do with step up transformers and super conductors." "What?" said Power Lass with a gulp and glanced towards Oswald who was grinning madly at her and holding a remote control. Even as she started towards him, he pressed a button and her world turned upside down. She felt her head start to spin as her legs buckled under her and she fell to her knees on the stage to a roar of approval from the audience as all her strength seemed to drain out of her in an instant. "I forgot to mention that for his contribution to this evening's entertainment, Oswaldd gets to go first," said Fang as he bent down and casually ripped Power Lass's costume from her body with one jerk of his powerful muscles. "You, you wouldn't" gasped Power Lass as she stared at the skinny teen who had taken his cock out of his pants and was moving towards her. The heroine was still protesting when Oswaldd's cock slid home into her mouth and shut off any further talking. The crowd cheered even louder as the boy grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair and began to fuck her face as hard and deep as he could force his cock. It was quite obviously the first time for Oswaldd as he had much more enthusiasm than style and no staying power at all. After only a few dozen strokes at most he pulled his cock back so only the head was in Power Lass's mouth and began to shoot his thick cock cream. There was nothing wrong with the quantity he could produce, however, and he quickly filled her slack mouth to overflowing. "Swallow it like a good little whore," said Fang and Power Lass found herself obeying without conscious thought, again much to the delight of the watching audience. "I'm not a big fan of sloppy seconds or what in this case is probably going to be sloppy hundreds," said Fang with a grin as he pushed Power Lass onto her back and pulled her legs apart. Sometime along the way, he had stepped out of his leather pants and now his massive black cock was positioned at the entrance to the blonde heroine's pussy. Power Lass was still staring stupidly down at his throbbing member when it pushed inside her and she gave an involuntary moan of pleasure. Even as Fang began to slam his cock in and out of her, Power Lass saw other bikers organizing a long line-up of customers waving their blue and red tickets. * * * Holly pulled up outside the theatre just as a large crowd of very happy looking customers streamed out. She read the message on the scrolling marquee and frowned. She was about to dismount and go into the theatre to investigate when she heard the roar of engines coming from the alley around back. Seconds later, a dozen or so motorcycles roared past with what looked like a naked and cum slathered Power Lass slung over the lap of one of the riders. Holly tried to follow them, but now the crowd was all around her and by the time she got clear of them, the gang had vanished. * * * Got Gal knew the old church at the corner of Broad and Main was scheduled for demolition in the near future and it should be empty and dark, but she saw what looked like candles flickering inside and the shadows of moving bodies. The busty blonde heroine landed at the top of the steps and without hesitation pushed the doors open and strode inside to find out what the hell was going on. Inside, the church showed all the signs of being decommissioned with the pews removed, the altar gone and so were all the usual religious artifacts. Only the red, green and blue stained glass windows remained as it hadn't been feasible to move them to the new church that was being built in some place where the real estate values were much less and so this site could be freed up for the mega corporation that wanted to build another glass and steel monstrosity. Despite the abandonment of the faithful, there were about a dozen leather clad figures standing in a circle and holding candles as they swayed back and forth. "Hey guys, I’m real sorry to have to break up your little square dance or whatever it is, but you are trespassing," called out Got Gal as she moved towards them. "I also bet if I run your IDs through the system, there will probably be outstanding warrants on at least half of you." The circle parted as Got Gal approached and she saw a large man with a buzz cut and a face covered in tattoos standing in the center looking at her. "Ah, Got Gal, good of you to join us. It took some arguing, but I got you elevated to two points in our contest." Got Gal stopped short and stared at the man. "What contest? What are you blathering about?" Then before the man could answer, her pride got the better of her and she added another question. "Who did you give more points for than me?" The man shrugged. "Well everyone knows Ms. Americana is the premier heroine in Delta City, so of course bagging her is worth three points. They had you down for only a point and a half, but between your strength and that rack of yours, I fought for two points." "One day I would like to meet this Everyone who seems to think Ms. Americana is automatically the premiere heroine of this city," fumed Got Gal. "I am just as strong as her and my girls are just s big as hers I will have you know." "Maybe we can do a side by side comparison before the night is over and check on the truth of that," replied Ziggy. "Perhaps you would like to give us a first hand look now at those tits of yours so we can start making up our minds?" "I don't think so!" snapped Got Gal as she continued to glare at the biker leader. "It was worth a shot," replied Ziggy with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "I think we are going to have to insist on taking a peek as the opening event of our festivities tonight." "Then I suggest you better recruit more members for your little girl guide troop," replied Got Gal and she peered at the name etched onto their jackets. "Satan's Spawn eh? Well I suppose that explains finding you in a decommissioned church. It is just too bad you couldn't come up with a slightly more imaginative name for your gang of losers" "Well the thing is you see that the name is very descriptive and quite literal," replied Ziggy as his body began to shiver and transform before Got Gal's widening eyes. In a few seconds, instead of a muscular leather clad biker, she found herself staring at a red skinned demon, complete with horns, fangs, claws and a tail. Got Gal gulped when she finally noticed one final aspect of the transformed biker, the massive red cock that stood erect from his crotch and which was already dribbling a steady flow of clear precum. As Got Gal continued to watch, the other bikers all underwent a similar transformation. Some of the demons were slightly larger or had curved instead of straight horns, but they all shared the same huge erect cock and all of them were pointing straight at her. She wasn't sure all those cocks were exactly the same size and she had no desire to find out from a closer inspection. On the other hand, she was a superheroine and it would be cowardly to run away. Ok, it would just be a strategic retreat to get help, she decided as the smiling demons all took a step towards her. Pivoting on her spiked heel, Got Gal turned to flee back out the door and ran smack into the one demon who had snuck up behind her. "Don't leave yet baby," said the demon as he reached out and ripped her top off which had the rather predictable effect of both exposing her full, soft boobs to the leering gaze of the demons and removing her Got Jewel which gave her most of her powers. "You know, those babies might just be as big as Ms. Americana's Afterall," said Ziggy as he studied the jiggling tits of the heroine. "Maybe I can convince them to upgrade you to at least two and a half points." "Go to hell," snarled Got Gal as she aimed a kick at the demon who easily caught her foot and tossed her onto the floor. "Just came from there actually," replied Ziggy as he positioned the heroine on her hands and knees and got behind her. "I like the weather in Delta City better this time of year. It's not so hot and you get the odd rainstorm now and then. I am really kind of fond of taking a long walk through the city when it rains. Very refreshing." Got Gal continued to squirm and try and escape, but Ziggy held her fast in place with one taloned hand on her hip and the other locked into her blonde hair. She felt the heat pouring off hiss cock as he rubbed it over her pussy lips and a soft moan escaped her lips without her realizing it. It didn't, however, escape Ziggy's notice and he grinned at her and took his hand from her hip briefly to give her ass a hard ringing slap that echoed through the empty church. "Already getting into it eh and I haven't even put it inside you yet!" Got Gal opened her mouth to spit a retort back at the demon, but that was cut off by the sudden savage thrust that buried the entire length of the demon's cock in her pussy in one go. "Yeah, I really am going to argue for two and a half points," moaned Ziggy as he drew his cock back so only the tip was still inside Got Gal and then slammed the entire thing back into her again. "I can't believe Ms. Americana's cunt can feel that much better than this bitch's. Maybe with a little luck though, I can do a direct comparison of that too before the night is over." Got Gal wasn't sure if she should be pleased at the praise or still feel slighted at her ranking, but that was only the small, logical part of her mind. The larger part of her mind was now quite overwhelmed with feelings of pleasure as her pussy was stuffed full and fucked hard sending waves of ecstasy through her body. "Oh Goddess of Got, fuck me," she heard herself moaning. "Fuck me harder." "Anything you want baby," laughed Ziggy as he began to increase his pace and now the abandoned church echoed with what was probably a novel sound for the building as his huge balls slapped on Got Gal's ass. With her big globes swaying back and forth under her, Got Gal just moaned louder until she spotted the second demon cock dangling in front of her face. Her mouth opened eagerly and closed on the thick rod of flesh with a sigh of contentment. * * * Every biker in the city seems to be out and around tonight, thought Holly as she spotted the latest group exiting from the abandoned church. They didn't even seem to notice her as they roared past her with what appeared to be a naked Got Gal being carried by the leader. Predictably, by the time Holly got the BSJ-1 turned around and restarted after yet another stall, the bikers were long gone. * * * Champion Girl hesitated for several seconds before gathering up the nerve to go inside the store. During that time, several men and women entered and left, most of them casting speculative and quite lusty looks in her direction. She had never been in an adult book store before in her young life and had a bad feeling about just how such a visit might turn out considering her damn Aphrodite genes. Still, if she was going to learn about the huge danger facing the city that the anonymous phone call to She Legion HQ had hinted about then it required her to go into Vinnie's Adult Emporium. Champion Girl gave a mental snort at the name which sounded rather pretentious for a smut shop that sold XXX videos, lingerie, porno mags and sex toys. Why couldn't people just buy that stuff discreetly on Amazon like ... well a friend that she knew who did that. Finally, the heroine straightened her shoulders, which also had the benefit to observers of thrusting out her boobs and stepped into the store. Glancing around, there were about a dozen customers browsing the various sections, but Champion Girl ignored them and their curious stares and followed her instructions by going over to the sales counter and announcing to the middle aged woman behind it that she was there to see Glory, which was either a code name or the name of her contact, she wasn't sure which it was. "Oh yeah honey," said the woman, whose name badge proclaimed her to be Tilly, "I have been expecting you. The agency really picked a looker this time." Champion Girl was still blinking in confusion over this comment when Tilly leaned over the counter and cupped each of the blonde heroine's breasts in her hands through her skimpy costume and gave them a squeeze. "Mmmm, I might have to sample those babies myself," said the woman with a lewd wink as she straightened back up. "Go through the doors at the back," she told Champion Girl. "Go into the middle room on your left. It's up to you if you lock the door or not." A totally mystified and bewildered Champion Girl followed Tilly’s pointing finger and went through a set of swinging doors into a narrow, dingy corridor. There were three rooms on the left side and she went into the middle room as instructed, expecting to see her anonymous contact waiting for her. Instead, the small room was empty except for a orange, plastic chair. More confused than ever, Champion Girl looked around the room until she spotted a sticky note attached to one wall which she plucked up and read. "Maintain your cover at all costs. I will join you shortly. Until then, it is vital that you behave in the manner expected in this establishment" What the hell does that mean thought Champion Girl and then she noticed the sticky note had been covering a round hole in the wall. Why would anyone put a hole that size and shape in a wall at that height? The young heroine leaned down and peered through the opening which evidently led to the adjacent room. She heard a sound coming from the room even as she put her eye to the hole and then her eye was nearly poked out as a long, thick cock was shoved through the hole. Champion Girl gave a squeak of surprise and pulled back quickly to stare at the totally unexpected penis. She glanced from the cock to the sticky note and back several times as a succession of lightbulbs began to go off in her brain. She remembered one of her friends at school telling her in a hushed and excited whisper about these things called Glory Holes that could be found all over campus if you knew where to look. The friend had through a convulsion of giggles explained what the glory holes were, though at the time in her alter ego as Candace Graham, she hadn't been quite able to believe her friend wasn't just pulling her leg. Surely, no self respecting woman would suck some unknown and totally anonymous cock shoved through a hole in a wall. The second lightbulb, however, was the code name she had been told to use by her source. The final lightbulbs were the comments of the clerk and the way this room was set up. Sure enough, when Champion Girl looked at the wall opposite the one with the penis poking through, there was an identical hole into the room on that side. Champion Girl now looked up at the corner of the ceiling and saw the video camera pointed down at her. No doubt that camera was being monitored by someone, likely that same sales clerk. The heroine then looked at the sticky note one last time and the admonishments about keeping her cover. Goddess, there was no way she could do this, especially not knowing someone was watching! Then she remembered the information she had come to get and how important it might be in protecting the city and its innocent citizens. She realized bleakly that she didn't have any choice other than to degrade herself for the good of the city. Taking a deep breath, the solar powered heroine stared down at the twitching cock and then ever so slowly and reluctantly, she leaned down and opened her mouth. A soft moan of pleasure came through the wall as her lips closed about the head of the cock and she tasted the precum leaking from it. A shudder of disgust with just a hint of naughty excitement went through Champion Girl as she began to work her lips further down the throbbing shaft. "Oh fuck yes, that feels so good," moaned a male voice through the thin wall. "That's it, suck on it baby and make me cum." A single tear of shame ran down Champion Girl's cheek as she started to use her tongue on the cock and continue to take more of it into her mouth. The moaning intensified from the other side of the wall as the young blonde began to slide her lips up and down the shaft. Those moans soon reached a crescendo and without any other warning Champion Girl felt her mouth fill with thick, warm cum. Not knowing what else to do, she gulped and swallowed several mouthfuls until the cock slipped from her mouth and pulled back through the hole in the wall. There was a sound from behind the bent over heroine and when she glanced over her shoulder, she saw a second cock poking through the other hole. This one looked even bigger than the first one and was dark brown in colour. It waited there wiggling expectantly and with a sigh, Champion Girl turned around and began her second blowjob. For the next hour or so, the pattern repeated itself with cocks of every size, shape and colour appearing alternately through the two holes. The heroine had lost track of how many mouthfuls of spunk she had been forced to swallow and her mind was in a daze of lust and shame as she sucked cock after cock to a cum spouting climax. She had totally forgot by this time about the clerk's words regarding locking the room door and was so engrossed in sucking an especially large cock when it opened behind her. The first she knew of the presence in the room of the biker with the bright orange mohawk was when rough hands ripped off her costume and grabbed her hips. There was little time to protest or react and as it was, there was no way she could form words with her throat currently so plugged with the latest cock. She didn't even think about resisting as she felt a hard cock stab against her pussy lips and then slip inside her. In fact, she found her mouth starting to go up and down on the cock in perfect unison to the one thrusting into her cunt Unknown to Champion Girl a new line of patrons had formed in the hall outside her room, a very long line. * * * This is getting repetitious thought Holly as she watched another flock of bikers drive away from the parking lot of the adult book store with yet another naked, masked heroine along for the ride. Holly thought it might have been Champion Girl, but it had been hard to get a good look at her face and mask because of all of the cum splattered over them. * * * Wolf Woman crept silently through the thick woods that made up part of Perez Park, the large downtown green area of Delta City. Her informant had told her she would find something very interesting happening here tonight. She wished the information had been more specific, but that was how these things worked. The Latino heroine paused to listen and thought she heard the low murmur of voices off to her right. She changed her direction slightly and had taken just a few steps when her world turned upside down. Wolf Woman cursed mightily as she found herself dangling upside down with a rope wrapped around one ankle. "Hey boys, look at the tasty wild life we caught in our trap," called sancho as he stepped out of the trees to gaze at the cursing heroine. "Man, I never heard anyone curse like that before," said Miguel, his second in command. "I don't even know what some of those things mean." "Cut me down and I will demonstrate some of them on you," growled Wolf Woman. "No thanks," replied Miguel. "I prefer my balls attached to my body. I intend to get a lot more use out of them and real soon now Chica." "In your dreams," snapped Wolf Woman. "Well these tits are so nice, I think I might be dreaming," replied Miguel and only then did the heroine realize her upside down position had caused her large, light brown boobs to fall out of her skimpy top. This fact had certainly not escaped the notice of Sancho, Miguel or any of the other dozen or so members of the gang who were gathered around her and admiring them. "I thought my sister had big boobs until I saw these," said Franco as he took one in each hand and began to knead them. "I've seen your sister and her tits aren't near as nice," agreed Sancho. "She isn't a bad cocksucker though. Now let's cut her down and have a little fun, but as the leader, I get her first." "Bastards," called Wolf Woman as the bikers lowered her down. She managed to get a few punches and kicks in, but there were too many of them and she soon found herself balanced precariously on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. "You know, this is starting to look a little racist," observed the Hispanic heroine as she took in the men around her. "What are you talking about?" asked Sancho with a frown. "We are all Latino here." "Exactly," replied Wolf Woman. "It's like one of those movies where they have a token ethnic and if they have to give him or her a romantic interest, they have to find another one of the same ethnic so they don't offend all the white people watching. "I never thought if it like that," admitted Sancho with a frown and then he gave his head a shake. "Well, the next heroine we grab will be one of the white bitches, so we get a little more diversity happening." Wolf Woman didn't think Sancho had quite got the gist of what diversity was all about, but she didn't seem to be in any position to do anything about it. In fact, her current position lent itself to only one thing which the biker leader confirmed a moment later. "For now we will have to settle for you." He reached down and grabbed a handful of the heroine's long, dark hair and yanked her head back so she was forced to look up at him. "So, are you going to be a good little slut and suck my cock?" "Do I have a choice?" she grated. "Not so you would notice Chica," smirked Sancho as he pulled his cock out of his pants and began to rub it all over her face, leaving smears of his precum on her skin. "Fine," replied Wolf Woman, giving into the inevitable. "I promise you though that I am going to get even and you won't like much how I do it." "I am shaking in my boots," snickered Sancho as he slipped his cock into Wolf Woman's mouth and felt her lips close tight around it. Well thought Wolf Woman as she began to suck on the hard cock in her mouth, my source was right in that I found something interesting. She glanced around at the dozen hard cocks, many of which were already in the hands of their owners, several interesting things, she amended. As Sancho continued to ram his cock in and out of her mouth, the Latino heroine fought the all too familiar battle between her mind and body. Intellectually, she hated what was being forced on her while at the same time her Aphrodite genes were screaming for all the cocks she could get and her pussy started to drip. It was a battle her mind lost more and more as time went on and her tongue began to curve lovingly around the hard cock in her mouth. "You know, I am not so sure about that diversity thing," panted Sancho after a few more minutes of having his cock sucked. "I think Latino women are better at sucking cock than anyone else." Yep, he is definitely going to have to up his game on what the real meaning of diversity is was the thought that skittered briefly through Wolf Woman's mind for a nanosecond before her brain overloaded with the sensation of having a massive blast of cum hitting the back of her throat and trickling down into her stomach. After that, the heroine didn't think about much of anything except the need to keep sucking and swallowing so she didn't drown from the loads of goo being pumped into her mouth. After Sancho had finished with her, it was Miguel's turn and then an impatient Franco. While the second in command had been quite happy to add his load of sperm to her stomach, Franco was proving he was definitely a tit man as he flipped the heroine over onto her back and slid his cock between her tits. Damn, not only are your tits bigger than my sister's, but they feel better wrapped around my cock than hers do." "Hey Franco, that's kind of sick and wrong," said Sancho with a slightly worried look. "Hey if you don't believe me, you can try out her tits the next time she visits me," replied Franco as he paused in his tit fucking of Wolf Woman to look over at his leader. "No man, that's not what I meant," answered Sancho. I am just thinking you should maybe talk to a priest about doing that kind of thing with your sister." "I already have," returned Franco as he resumed sliding his cock in and out of Wolf Woman's ample breasts. "He even paid me fifty bucks so he could fuck her tits. I bet he would pay a full hundred to fuck this slut's boobs." After Franco finished shooting his prodigious load over her breasts and face, the rest of the gang returned to using her mouth for their pleasure. The heroine found it a little surprising that so far none of the gang members had taken her pussy, but it wasn't a question she wanted to raise for obvious reasons. It turned out she needn't have worried, or rather that she should have worried more about this seeming omission. "I bet you have been wondering why none of us fucked your cunt," said Sancho as he stood over her after the last gang member had deposited a load in her now swollen stomach. "It's ok," croaked Wolf Woman after a few coughs to clear her throat of enough cum so she could speak. "I don't feel slighted or anything." "That's good," replied Sancho with a grin. "The thing is, it is a bit of a ritual with us. We are the Grey Wolves," and here he paused and looked at his hand for a moment. "Maybe we should have been the Brown Wolves, but that just didn't sound as cool. Anyway, we have this ritual that honours our mascot." With that, he put his fingers to his lips and gave a piercing whistle and a moment later a large grey wolf appeared at his side and ran his rough, slimy tongue over Wolf Woman's face. "Hey, take it easy pal," warned Sancho looking down at the wolf. "You don't know where that face has been." "Thanks for your consideration of my feelings," snapped Wolf Woman as she felt the wolf's drool drip from her face. "You're welcome," replied Sancho who was probably never going to win any prizes for being sensitive. "Now where was I? OH yeah," he snaped his fingers, "our ritual. You see none of us get to fuck a bitch until Lobo here has had a crack and then we all do it. His animal seed gives us extra strength and a purity of spirit." Wolf Woman felt like she had just been hit between the eyes with a hammer and she stared at Lobo and then back to Sancho. "You have got to be kidding," she pleaded and there was no use in trying to convince herself that she wasn't begging. "I never kid about our rituals," Sancho assured her as he walked behind the heroine and rested his hand on her ass. "Here Lobo, mount this bitch as a token of our respect and gratitude for the gifts you give us." Wolf Woman gave a frightened squeal and tried to crawl away, but once more Sancho held her in place with a grip on her long hair. The heroine heard herself whimper as she watched Lobo obediently move behind her and she felt his hot breath on her ass for a second before he reared up and settled his weight on her back, pushing her face down into the ground. There was the feeling of something hard and hot poking at her ass as it looked for a hole to fill and then the Latino heroine gave a strangled gasp as it found one and the head of the lupine cock pushed between her pussy lips and slid deep inside her. There was a moment where Lobo adjusted his footing and time seemed to stop and then the wolf began to drive his cock into his new bitch with animal ferocity. With her face smashed into the ground, Wolf Woman couldn't see much of anything, but she sensed the gang members all gathering around to intently watch the wolf ravishing her. I am so going to kill these bastards she thought as her body shuddered under the bestial pounding, though as Lobo continued to fuck her, she began thrusting her hips back in time to his movements and when the animal came inside her, she felt her own body explode with a mother of all orgasms. "Now it is our turn," said Sancho when Wolf Woman finally came back down to Earth from her climax and Lobo had pulled his cock out of her pussy. * * * Holly was cruising past Perez Park, or at least sputtering past Perez Park when the Grey Wolves gang emerged and zoomed past her. Damn, that naked woman they had sure looked like Wolf Woman she thought as she watched them vanish into the darkness. * * * Lady Midnight walked into the conference room at She Legion HQ and saw Ms. Americana opening a parcel. "Order something from Amazon?" she asked. "No," replied the Queen of Justice. "It seems to be a gift from a fan." "I hope you checked to make sure it wasn't ticking first," commented Green Spectre as she looked up from her iPad where she was binge watching The Crown. "Of course," replied Ms. Americana and hoped no one noticed she had her fingers crossed. "What did you get?" asked Hexanna who was grading term papers for the History of Magic course at her School for the Magically Gifted. It looked like several of her students had simply cut and pasted the exact same article from Wikipedia and turned it in as their own work again. She might have to punish those students by exiling them to one of the minor levels of Hell for a week to teach them a lesson they wouldn't soon forget , not to mention putting a significant number of randy demons in her debt. "There is a bunch of stuff in here," said Ms. Americana as she held up an oddly shaped bottle and read the label. "Sexxxy," she read from the label and then her face broke into a huge smile. "This is the hottest new perfume and tres expensive. I've been trying to find a bottle for a month, but it is sold out everywhere and I couldn't find one no matter how much I offered to pay." "Oh, you have got to share a bit with your oldest and dearest friends," exclaimed Green Spectre as she put down her iPad and hurried over to peer at the bottle in Ms. Americana's hands. "Oh, I will as soon as Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe get back from their trip to South America," replied Ms. Americana with a smirk and then gave an "oof" as Green Spectre's elbow caught her in the stomach. The perfume bottle dropped from her grasp, but Lady Midnight reached out with cat like reflexes to catch the precious elixir before tragedy could strike. "Serves you right for being a teasing bitch," laughed Hexanna as she came over to join the other three. "Jeez, I was just kidding," replied Ms. Americana rubbing her stomach. "You can all give it a try." "Wasn't going to happen any other way since I had the bottle," grinned Lady Midnight who opened it and dabbed a drop behind her ears and another between her breasts before passing the bottle to Green Spectre who did likewise as did Hexanna and finally Ms. Americana when she reclaimed the bottle. "Mmm, smells wonderful," said Green Spectre with a smile. "I heard the secret ingredient in that stuff is rat feces," said Hexanna's skull staff from where it was leaning against one wall of the room. "And I heard there is a shortage of kindling wood in Delta City," replied Lady Midnight shooting the staff a scowl. She was certain the smarmy thing was always mentally undressing her with those eyes even if they lacked actual eyes. "What else is in the box?" asked Green Spectre peering over Ms. Americana's shoulder which incidentally gave her a very good view down the dark haired heroine’s top and those famous 38G melons and their seemingly perpetually hard nipples. Green Spectre wasn't sure why that thought had suddenly come into her mind and she gave herself a mental slap and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. Damn, that perfume smelled nice. "Um, it seems to be some kind of board game," said Ms. Americana as she examined the box. "Some kind of variation on Truth and Dare from the looks of it." "Why don't we give it a try?" suggested Hexanna as she tried to discreetly rearrange her top so her nipples wouldn't be stimulated so much as they were driving her crazy at the moment and my didn't that perfume smell fantastic. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," said Lady Midnight doubtfully, resisting the growing feeling that she wanted to slide a hand into her panties and rub one out and goddess that perfume smelled incredible. "Oh don't be a party pooper," teased Ms. Americana as she opened the box and started taking the pieces out. "It's just us older, er more experienced heroines here tonight as all the young, er inexperienced ones are out roaming the city." "It's strange, we haven't heard from any of them tonight needing backup," said Green Spectre thoughtfully as a little motherly worry infused her features. "It's pretty rare that at least one of them doesn't run into trouble, you know the kind where they end up naked and filled with cum." "Mmmm, cum," repeated Hexanna in an almost mesmerized tone. "Hey bimbos, there is something strange going on here," called the skull staff. "What are the rules for the game?" asked Green Spectre as all four of them totally ignored the staff's warning. "Well, don't say I didn't try and warn you," muttered the staff to itself and then it grinned wickedly. "I mean, I did my duty and if I get to watch the four sluts get their brains fucked out like I think is going to happen then I can live with that, assuming I was still alive that is." "It seems straight forward," said Ms. Americana as she looked at the single sheet of rules. "The goal is simply to get from the Start square to the End square first by rolling the dice. Some of the squares have a T or D on them and if you land on one of them, you draw one of the red Truth cards or one of the green Dare cards. Some of the other squares have specific instructions like going forward or backward a certain number of squares. If someone refuses a dare or the other players vote they didn't tell the truth, they have to go all the way back to the Start square and begin over." They rolled the dice to see who went first and Ms. Americana won. She then rolled a six and with a smirk she moved the little red, white and blue figure that she had been delighted to see. The square she landed on was marked with a T, so she took the top Truth card which Green Spectre had shuffled before they started playing. "Um, maybe I can pick another card," said Ms. Americana moving to shove the selected card back in the deck, but Lady Midnight reached out and snatched the card from her hand and read it aloud. "Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about someone you work closely with and if so, describe the fantasy in detail." "Maybe playing this game wasn't a good idea after all," said Ms. Americana blushing bright red. "Oh come on, you can't quit this early," objected Green Spectre. "We are all big girls here and we will all promise that anything said or done here won't leave this room." She looked around at all of the others nodded in agreement, though Ms. Americana did so rather reluctantly. "I sure as fuck didn't nod my head," muttered the skull staff with a grin. "Ok fine," said Ms. Americana and wouldn't meet any of their eyes as she continued. "I've had a few fantasies about making out with Angela," and she briefly raised her gaze from her lap to look at Lady Midnight. "I um wondered about kissing her and er going down on her" The raven haired heroine ground to a stop and didn't say anything more as the silence filled the room. "Er, that's um kind of a complement I think," said Lady Midnight finally and did her best not to squirm in her seat as she felt a tingle run through her pussy. "My turn," said Green Spectre with ,more than a little trepidation as she picked up the dice and rolled it. It came up a one and the square said "Roll Again". This time she rolled a four and the square was marked with a D. Her fingers shook a little as she took the top Dare card and read it aloud. "Go to a window that looks out on a public street and flash your tits for one minute. Smile and wave at anyone who sees you." She put down the card and saw the others looking at her expectantly. "It's late at night, probably no one walking by our HQ," said Hexanna with a grin. "I can refuse the Dare, it said so in the rules," pointed out Green Spectre. "Cluck, cluck, cluck," said Lady Midnight as she flapped her arms like a chicken. "Oh fine," sighed Green Spectre and she walked to the front of the HQ where a large window overlooked the street. The HQ was in an industrial area of Delta City near the airport and there was unlikely to be anyone walking around this area at this time of night. With the others watching intently, Green Spectre lifted up her top over her breasts and pressed the full, round globes against the cool glass which immediately made her nipples hard. * * * Maxine Fulton was giving a late night walking tour of historic Delta City to a group of mainly senior citizens. "To your right," she said without looking herself as she had given this tour hundreds of times, "is the She Legion HQ which was built on the sight of the original Wade Manor built by Brenda Wade's grandfather in 1902. It was torn down twenty years ago when the heiress donated the land to Ms. Americana and her newly formed She Legion." "Who is the slut with the big hooters?" asked Francine Andrews, age 86 and well known for saying whatever the hell she felt like since she was damn well old enough that she no longer cared. What anyone thought "What?" asked Maxine and turned her eyes towards She Legion HQ and saw the big tit hussy exposing her boobs to the world and then the slut actually smiled and waved to them. "I think I got a hard on," said Albert Waffle, age 90 who still had a Playboy under his mattress in the nursing home in an attempt to stimulate things that hadn't been stimulated in quite some time. "I don't think I have managed one of those in almost twenty years," he finished with a grin. "Not bad Albert," said Francine as she looked down at his crotch. "My room number is 107 in case you forgot, or in case you have one of your little Alzheimer bouts and go wandering around after the lights go out." There was a sigh of disappointment from all the watchers as the minute expired and Green Spectre slid her top back into place and vanished from the window. "I um guess we will move along," said Maxine after a moment. "Our next stop is the Night Owl Bar." "I don't see that on the tour list," said Elston Cabell, age 88 who hadn't really got a good look at the impromptu show since he had kept putting off his cataract surgery which he now deeply regretted. On the other hand, he could feel his pacemaker working extra hard as it was, so maybe things had worked out for the best. "It's not on the tour," replied Maxine as she set off with a determined stride. "I just need a damn stiff drink, maybe a double." "I heard they have strippers at the Night Owl," Albert whispered to Elston. "Maybe we can get a lap dance." Elston gave his friend a fuzzy stare and patted his pockets to see if he had remembered to bring his heart medication with him. He might just need it and if he hadn't, well there were worse ways to go out weren't there? * * * "That was the most embarrassing thing I ever did," said Green Spectre as she and the other heroines sat down again in the conference room. "I think I gave that one old geezer an erection and another one looked almost like he was going to have a heart attack!" "I don't know about 'most embarrassing'," snickered Hexanna. "Just like us, you've been captured more than a few times by various villains. I seem to remember one time when you and Spectre Girl ...,". "We were forced into doing that," hissed Green Spectre who shot the sorceress a glare. "I have been trying to forget that incident and how good her pussy tasted. Um, I mean, oh fuck why did I say that?" "It's what they call a Freudian slip," snickered Ms. Americana. "Oh shut up and throw the dice, whoever's turn is next," snapped Green Spectre. "That's me," admitted Hexanna and she rolled a six to put her on the same Truth square as Ms. Americana. The sorceress reached for a Truth card, but Green Spectre stopped her. "I read the rules," she said glancing at Ms. Americana, "all the rules including the ones that someone left out. If two people end up on the same square they have to kiss for one minute before doing any other actions required by the square. Time for you two brunettes to lock lips." "I thought that rule was optional," whined Ms. Americana. "Nope," replied Green Spectre. "Now get going you two and I will time you." It was hard to tell which of the two women was the more reluctant, or at least feigning the most reluctance as they stood and faced each other. Finally Ms. Americana leaned in and brushed her lips lightly against those of the magic wielding heroine. Green Spectre was about to object that they weren't showing enough passion when Hexanna suddenly wrapped her arms around Ms. Americana and pulled her in tight for a much more powerful kiss. "Now that is fucking hot," breathed Lady Midnight as she watched Hexanna's tongue push into Ms. Americana's mouth and do some exploring of her tonsils. "Time's up," said Green Spectre reluctantly after letting the kiss go at least ten seconds overtime. "Now you can draw your Truth card Hexxy." The sorceress took a moment to wipe the saliva from her lips and collect herself before sitting down and drawing the card. "What nickname have you given to your favourite sex toy and why." "I, um never name my sex toys, er assuming I have any that is," said the dark haired witch doing her best to look honest and forthright. "Oh you are lying through your teeth," replied Lady Midnight. "Isn't she staff?" "I cannot tell a lie," lied the staff. "She has a big green dildo that she calls Slut Tamer. It is supposed to be an exact replica of the Aberration’s cock, though why any sane person would get near enough to that moron to take a cast of his dick is beyond me." "Back to the Start for you," laughed Lady Midnight and moved Hexanna's black figure back to the first square. "I also think there was something else in the rules about the other players being able to impose a punishment or forfeit for lying." "Oh yes, I am sure that was in the rules," agreed Ms. Americana. "It was not!" protested Hexanna. "It sure was," put in Green Spectre. "That's three to one and democracy rules. You have to pay a forfeit." Hexanna rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever." The other three heroines put their heads together and began to whisper. After much giggling, they broke apart and Ms. Americana looked over at Hexanna. "As your forfeit, transport your Slut Tamer here and use it on yourself while we watch until you have an orgasm." "No way, you bunch of pervs," snapped Hexanna. The other three heroines just sat staring at her until finally she gave in and snapped her fingers. Normally she used her staff for any serious magic, but summoning her favourite toy was too trivial to require its help. "Wow, that is one fucking big dildo," said Green Spectre. "It sure does look like a replica of the Aberrations’ cock," agreed Ms. Americana. "That's something you should know since he has nailed you with it a few times," snickered Lady Midnight. "Yes he has," replied Ms. Americana with what sounded like an almost wistful tone in her voice, then she gave her head a shake and pointed a finger at Hexanna. "Ok, time to finish paying your forfeit." Hexanna felt a mixture of deep shame and excitement as she met the eyes of her friends and then stood up and stripped off her costume before moving to sit down on the large sofa against the wall. To her mild surprise, she found she was dripping wet and needed no further lubrication as she pressed the head of the gigantic dildo against her pussy lips and felt it slip easily inside her. Inch by inch she pushed the thing into her pussy, spreading herself wider and wider. "I've still never understood how we can physically take something that size in our pussies," said Ms. Americana as she watched the dildo disappear into Hexanna's snatch. "Me either," said a fascinated Green Spectre. "I know Professor Werder wants to do a study on it, but so far I have been resisting the suggestion I help him with his research." "We might need to do it in the name of truth and science," put in Lady Midnight as the final few inches of the dildo vanished from sight. By now, Hexanna was almost oblivious to her audience and what they were saying. Moaning and panting, she began to push and pull the huge dildo in and out of her cunt. "That's it," moaned the sorceress. "Fuck me with that big monster cock you ugly monster. Oh yeah, do it to me hard and faster. I can take it." "Holy fuck, she is really getting into it," said Lady Midnight as she desperately wanted to slide her hands into her panties and join in the fun. "Well considering what a nasty piece of work the Aberration is, she has got the best part of him there," snickered Green Spectre. "Oh fuck, oh fuck I am cumming," moaned Hexanna as she arched her back and before the other three could think about stepping back, the darkhaired sorceress squirted hard enough to splash her juices over the chests and stomachs of her watchers. "How the hell did she manage that with a dildo in her twat?" asked Ms. Americana as she dipped a finger in the liquid on her stomach. "She is a magic user," laughed Green Spectre as she also dipped her finger in the juices sprayed on her and then licked the finger clean. "mmm, tasty." Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight looked a bit shocked at this, but then after looking at each other, they duplicated the tasting and smiles of agreement crossed their faces. It took a few minutes for Hexanna to recover and then there was a very wet, squishy sound as she pulled the dildo from her pussy and then tottered back to the table, not bothering to get dressed. She set the dildo, glistening with her juices down beside the board and looked at the others. "Ok, whose turn is it?" The other three sat down, all of them eying the dildo like starving people who see a diner through a restaurant window leaving half of a sumptuous meal uneaten. "Um, you aren't going to let that go to waste are you?" asked Green Spectre finally when she couldn't take it any more. Hexanna looked at the dripping dildo and smiled wickedly. "It is yours if you take my monitoring duty for a week." "Two weeks," bid Ms. Americana. "Three," said Lady Midnight with a hungry look in her eyes. "A whole month," countered Green Spectre. Hexanna looked at the others and waited to see if anyone would top Green Spectre's bid. When no one did, she picked up the dildo and gave it to Green Spectre. "Sold. The other three all watched as Green Spectre took the dildo with slightly shaking hands and raised it to her mouth. A delicate tongue flicked out to lick at it as a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Then the green clad heroine opened her mouth as wide as it would go and began to feed the dildo into it. She kept going until the entire rubber cock was engulfed and then with her lips locked tight around it, she slowly pulled it back out, using her tongue to help clean the last vestiges of Hexanna's nectar from it. Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight looked so disappointed, that Hexanna giggled and pointed down to her pussy. "There is lots more where that came from if anyone wants to try it directly from the tap." The pair both looked tempted, but Lady Midnight finally picked up the Dice and shook it. It came up with a seven and they all stared at it. "That's not possible," blurted the African-American heroine finally as she picked up and examined the dice carefully, turning it from side to side. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven," she counted turning the dice around and around and then she glared at Hexanna. "You used magic on the dice!" Hexanna shrugged. "Prove it," she said with a smirk. "Whatever," snapped Lady Midnight and she defiantly moved her purple figure seven spaces until it stopped on a square marked with a D. Slowly, her hand reached out and took the top card off the Dare pile. "Play with and suck on your own tits for two minutes while the other players watch. If you lactate, you must drink your own milk. If you manage a titgasm, you get another turn immediately." "Goody, my turn to watch," smirked Hexanna. "Bitch," muttered Lady Midnight as she pulled her one piece purple costume down until her enormous, chocolate brown boobs popped into sight. Feeling more than a little self conscious, she began to caress and knead her girls while the other three heroines stared avidly at the sight. After a few seconds, Lady Midnight felt a tingle run from her boobs down to her clit despite the awkwardness of the situation and she began to get more serious in her self groping. She teased and pinched her nipples until they were hard black nubs almost an inch long then she lifted one massive boob to her mouth and began to suck on the nipple. "Fuck, I think I am going to cream myself just watching you do that," moaned Green Spectre as she saw Lady Midnight's tongue flicker out to swirl around a hard nipple. The first spurt of milk came as a surprise even to Lady Midnight. All the heroines in the She Legion had been knocked up at least once by some weird creature of Dragon Queen or other things that went fuck in the night and so given enough stimulation, they could all produce milk. It didn't happen that often to Lady Midnight and she hadn't thought she had reached that level of excitement yet, but suddenly her mouth was full of her own warm, tasty milk and she swallowed it eagerly. The dark skinned heroine switched to her other tit and was soon rewarded with another delightful mouthful of milk even as her body trembled on the verge of an orgasm. Green Spectre was just about to announce the time was up when that orgasm struck and a visible shudder of pleasure ran through Lady Midnight's body and she sat back with a stunned look on her face. "That was fucking hot," said Ms. Americana. She started to pick up the dice for her own turn and then paused, looking at the faces of the others around the table. "Um, do we really need to continue the game at this point?" she asked a little shyly "What do you mean?" asked Lady Midnight even as a little drop of milk trickled out the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. "I mean this," said Ms. Americana who suddenly pulled Lady Midnight to her and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue flicking out to lick up the drop of milk. She paused for a moment staring into Lady Midnight's chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "I think we all want to just get down to some serious sex." Lady Midnight hesitated for just a fraction of a second then nodded and pulled Ms. Americana back in to resume the kiss. Hexanna watched the Queen of Justice and the dark skinned beauty making out for a second and arched an eyebrow as she turned towards Green Spectre only to find the chair empty. A moment later, she discovered where the blonde heroine had gone as she felt a tongue lapping at her pussy from under the table. * * * The four heroines were locked into a pair of 69s when Gonzo, Freak and the other members of the Flaming Skulls snuck into the conference room. The Bliss in the perfume along with cards and dice treated with it had certainly primed the pump and there was no opposition left to overcome. A piece of gum when delivering the parcel had defeated the high tech catch on the main door and now they stood gazing down at the delightful sight of the four incredibly sexy women going at it with each other. They were even perfect gentlemen and waited until they saw the orgasms shuddering through the heroine's bodies before pulling them apart. The dazed heroines made no objection in their lust crazed state as cocks were shoved into all their holes. Ms. Americana just started sucking eagerly on the cock put in her mouth while she was positioned to take cocks in both her pussy and ass. The other three heroines were likewise treated and soon the conference room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and mouths choking on cocks shoved down throats. * * * Holly was just pulling up in front of She Legion HQ, hoping to get some help from whoever was on duty in tracking down the heroines she had seen carried off when a dozen hogs sped past her. She only had a second or two to gape, but she was sure there had been four naked women being carried off and one of the bikes had hat what looked like Ms. Americana's red, white and blue panties mounted on the antenna. Inside, Holly found a few scraps of costumes and a large puddle of cum in the conference room. Unsure what else to do, Holly wandered back to her BSJ-1 and puttered off to search the dark streets in what seemed like a vain hope of finding where all the missing heroines had been taken. She was jarred from her depression by the sound of a loud piercing whistle and when she looked around, she saw an old Chinese lady standing in front of a restaurant holding a large pizza and waving at her. Holly pulled to a stop in front of the woman though she had no idea why she had done so. "Here, you take pizza to address on box," said the old woman shoving the hot pizza into Holly's arms. "But, but, but," Holly protested, but to no avail as the old woman turned and quickly went back into the restaurant. "Oh what the hell, why not," muttered Holly. "It isn't like I have anything else better to do is it?" She glanced at the address which was only a couple of miles away and offering up a prayer to any gods or goddesses who might be listening, she tried to restart her BSJ-1 and was shocked when it caught on her first attempt. * * * Holly could hear the raucous sound of loud music and laughter from several blocks away and she pulled over to study the scene in front of her before getting too close. She had never seen so many motorcycles in one place as they filled up the small parking lot beside the closed pool hall and were strewn about on the street and sidewalk for a full block. She saw men and a few women entering and leaving the pool hall and there seemed to be one huge party going on. "Psssst, over here," called a soft female voice and Holly looked into the mouth of a nearby alley to see Night Raven beckoning to her. Obediently, Holly walked her BSJ-1 over to the blonde heroine who promptly opened the pizza box, removed a slice and bit into it."Mmmmm, good pizza," she murmured. "Um, what's going on?" asked Holly. "The bikers are having a party and enjoying themselves with their guests of honour," replied Night Raven through another large mouthful of pizza. "Guests of honour?" repeated Holly. "The rest of the She Legion," replied Night Raven with a grimace, "or at least most of it. Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe are down in South America, Texas Star is off punching out cattle or whatever she does and Shield is holding down the fort at Sanctuary. The bastards in the pool room have got the rest of them and lets just say they are having a fucking good time with them." "Er, yeah I kept seeing bikers all over the city carrying off heroines," replied Holly. "What about the police?" "You have got to be kidding er, what's your name again? Pumpkin Girl?" "It's Gravity Girl," replied Holly with more than a touch of coolness in her voice. Her costume was a bit of a touchy subject with her as all she had been able to afford was the Sexy Pumpkin costume that had come on sale after last Halloween. She had modified it as best she could and besides she had worked with the She Legion once before, so not remembering her name was a bit of an insult." "Gravity Girl, right, sorry," said Night Raven reaching for another slice of pizza. "Anyway there are almost two hundred bikers at that party and there is no way Captain Hawk and the Delta City PD will show up except to collect the empty bottles and cans in the morning to take to the recycling to pay for their own Christmas party." "That's disgusting," protested Holly. "What are we going to do then?" Night Raven shrugged. "I was thinking about that when you came by. There are some other independent heroines in Delta City like you, but I don't have any way to contact them. It's something we should organize when this is all over. Maybe we could call it the Legion of Substitute Heroes or something like that. Anyway, it is just the two of us and two hundred of them, so I don't think a frontal assault is going to accomplish much except give them another couple of honoured guests for them to fuck. You have any ideas?" Holly started to say no, but then looking down at her BSJ-1, she had an inspiration. "It's kind of crazy," she told Night Raven. "Crazy is all we got and just about anything beats getting gang raped all night long," responded Night Raven as she finished off her second slice of pizza. She paused to consider what she just said with an almost wistful look on her face, but then gave her head a shake and muttered something under her breath which sounded like "it's never as much fun as it sounds." * * * "Hey you assholes in there?" Holly stood as close to the pool hall as she could get and yelled. "Anyone have the guts to race me?" Several of the bikers who were outside leaning against the wall for a smoke looked at her and began to laugh. "You have got to be fucking kidding," said one hairy brute as he took in Holly's BSJ-1. "That's the most pathetic excuse for a motorcycle ever invented. Fucking Pee Wee Herman would be embarrassed to be seen on that thing." "So you are all too fucking chickenshit to race me?" demanded Holly with arms crossed over her chest. This brought a growl from several of the bikers and one stuck his head in the door of the pool hall and yelled. "Hey everyone, there is some stupid bitch out here who wants to race us with a fucking BSJ-1. She's got real big hooters though from what I can tell." There was a roar of outrage from inside the pool hall and more and more of the bikers began to stream out into the street. "You can have me if you can catch me," yelled Holly as she jumped on her BSJ-1 and gunned it, or at least cap gunned it as she moved off down the street. A couple dozen bikers got onto their machines, intent on adding another superheroine pussy to their guest list. Damn, I hope this works, thought Holly and used her powers to reduce the gravitational force on her and her motorcycle to a fraction of their original value. Suddenly, the BSJ-1 with its totally underpowered engine that a typical hand blender could probably outperform streaked away from the bikers who had been closing in on her. There weren't enough of them following her yet, so Holly doubled back past the pool hall an blew a raspberry at those still standing there or peering out the dirty windows. On her second double back, she paused and pulled her top down to flash her tits at them, gave them the middle finger on both hands and set off again. At that point, there wasn't a single biker left in the pool hall and there were nearly two hundred very pissed off bikers chasing her. * * * Night Raven slipped into the deserted pool hall and sighed when she got a good look at things. All of the heroines were tied down on top of one of the pool tables, naked except for their masks and boots with cum splattered all over their bodies and leaking from every hole. She quickly set to work untying them then stopped to make a quick phone call. By the time, she managed to get them all on wobbly legs and out to the street, a school bus had pulled up. The door swung open and Captain Glory grinned out at her. "It's a good thing for you that my buddy doesn't mind me borrowing this thing now and then." Night Raven grinned back and turned to the still dazed looking heroines. "Ok, everyone, all aboard. Next stop is She Legion HQ." "Oh goody, we were in the middle of a game," giggled Ms. Americana as she stumbled past Night Raven onto the bus, shook her tits almost in Captain Glory's face and collapsed onto a seat. The rest of the naked heroines followed her onto the bus and lastly Night Raven climbed aboard just before the door swung shut. "Driving a bus does have its rewards," muttered Captain Glory as he glanced in his rear view mirror at the naked heroines slumped on the seats behind him. From the looks of things though, he was going to have to get the bus thoroughly cleaned after the night was over. He looked at Night Raven. "What about the one you said was playing diversion? Pumpkin Girl, I think you called her," he asked dubiously. "Oh she'll be fine," Night Raven assured him as the bus set off down the street. "I checked and there is a boat coming down the river towards the East Bridge." "Huh?" asked Captain Glory, but Night Raven just smiled mysteriously and patted him on the shoulder. * * * Holly glanced behind her and stuck out her tongue at the pack of bikers who had chased her all the way through Delta City determined not to be beaten in a race by a fucking BSJ-1 since they could never live that humiliation down. Holly turned her head back around as she took the corner and headed for the East Bridge. The middle of the bridge was lifted up to let the approaching boat pass through and Holly weaved her way through the waiting cars and trucks with the bikers in hot pursuit. She ignored the frantic waving arms of the policeman stationed just before the bridge and kept on going. The cop barely managed to dive out of the way as the bikers roared past him. Holly never hesitated, she soared over the gap in the bridge and landed with a thump on the far side and then braked to a stop to look back at her pursuers, once more flashing them her tits to taunt them. One by one or in small groups, the bikers tried to make the same jump and failed, arms flailing and voices screaming as they and their bikes tumbled into the dirty waters of the delta for which the city was named and into which it dumped more raw sewage than allowed under law as the inspectors had been paid to look the other way for a long time. "Garbage in, garbage out," smirked Holly as she saw the fire department boat already scrambling to go fish the bikers from the polluted waters. Holly restarted her BSJ-1 and this time proceeded at its normal leisurely pace, headed for home. It had been a long, but ultimately satisfying night. The End