Tales From Delta City #3: Who's a Good Doggie? 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), Azure Angel, Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Shield (Carla Rodgers) and the other heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X. I should also acknowledge some inspiration from the Ms. Astonishing stories by Rook and the excellent book Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. The concept of Sanctuary was the brainchild of Silkcords who also encouraged me to think about creating a blind heroine since being blind myself, it is something I know a few things about. All other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com In pain, Charcoal staggered and reeled down the dirty alley. His head hurt where he had been kicked and his cock hurt worse from the second kick. It was all so unfair. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place, but he hadn't been given any choice in the matter. He had been just barely out of the breeding pens and finished his basic training as a Hell Dog, when they had been given orders to come to this very strange and currently very painful place. He even remembered asking Sgt. Brimstone what the reason for their mission was and had gotten a smack along side his head for his temerity. "Don't ask questions boy," Sgt. Brimstone had roared in his face and given him another smack on the other side of the head. "You are a fucking Hell Dog, not a fucking Girl Guide. You got that? You think I am being hard on you? You are just fucking lucky Captain Charnal didn't hear your whiny question or he would have ripped your fucking head off and pissed down the opening. Don't you ever fucking question your orders again! So, he had come with the rest of the troop to this place called Delta City and tried to do what he was told. Actually, he had just held near the back of the pack and kicked some of the corpses when he thought the Sergeant or Charnal was looking at him. He hadn't even ripped one of the bodies apart and fed on the soft inner organs like his brother Hell dogs. It wasn't like he didn't like meat, even raw meat, but something inside him rebelled at doing this to other sentient beings. He also knew beter than to ask Sgt. Brimstone why they were doing this as his ears still rang from his last lesson. Then the women had shown up. There was no possible doubting that they were women with those "huge jugs, barely covered by skimpy costumes and sometimes totally exposed and jiggling. His cock had certainly needed no further encouragement to get totally hard, but that had been pure instinct. As the troop charged towards the women, Charcoal had found himself once more asking what this was all about. Havok and Scorn, two of his littermates had attacked a young female with slightly yellow skin, slanted eyes and a magnificent pair of breasts. She had punched both of them hard enough to hurt them, but they had finally borne her to the ground and shredded her skimpy costume. Havok had held her down while Scorn mounted her face, shoving his red canine cock deep down her throat and making the woman gag and choke. "Take her pussy," Havok had called to him and there hadn't seemed anything to do, but to comply and Charcoal had moved between the girl's legs and positioned his dripping member at the entrance to her slit. He had paused for a second to gather his courage while Havok and Scorn leeered on, thinking he was just tormenting the girl and prolonging the suspense. Then another of the human females, a blonde in only a skimpy black bikini, had appeared out of the melee and had spotted them. Havok and Scorn had been so engrossed in fucking the girl's face and playing with her wobbling boobs that they hadn't seen her until she landed a devastating pair of kicks to their heads and knocked them to the ground. Charcoal had dropped the girl's legs and tried to formulate what to do when the two aforementioned kicks had landed on his head and cock. He had slumped against a nearby wall, trying to recover and when his head had cleared enough for him to regard his surroundings clearly, he had found himself all alone. There was no sign of any of the other Hell Dogs and the women and other humans were everywhere. Somehow, they hadn't seen him and that brought him to the present as he staggered down the alley. Charcoal didn't think things could get any worse when of course they did as always happens to people who think things like that. Something was happening to his body. He seemed to be shrinking and his entire body warping until he was walking on all fours with no sign of his hands with their handy opposobale thumbs for using weapons. In a dirty puddle of water in the alley, he caught sight of his reflection and put his head back and howled. He hadn't meant to howl, but the curses he had meant to say wouldn't work with this body. He was no longer a Hell Dog, he was now merely an ordinary dog. "You wanted to know what it was all about, what it was all for," said a gentle voice in his mind. "You are going to be given a chance to find out. I hope you make the best use of this opportunity." Charcoal didn't know what the voice was talking about, but he had the uneasy feeling that gentle or not, he would have done better to disapoint Sgt. Brimmstone than the owner of the voice. * * * Cyril heard the tinkle of the bell on Sanctuary's main door and turned his head automatically to look at the new arrival. He saw a familiar figure and relaxed as the young woman made her way across the large room with the tap tap tap of the white cane in her right hand. "Your normal booth is free Emily," said Cyril as the girl neared him. "Thank-you," replied Emily Arcand as she adjusted her course slightly to her right, feeling for the table with her cane, then sinking down onto one of the seats, putting her large bag that she had been carrying in her free hand on the table and beginning to unpack the contents. Cyril regarded the young dark haired woman thoughtfully for a few seconds. She appeared to be in her early twenties, her skin was just a few shades to dark to be caucasian and some of her other features hinted of a mixed heritage. She was dressed in clean, but well worn clothes that consisted of a long black skirt that was fading to grey and a long sleeved royal blue top that was frayed at the cuffs and buttoned all the way up to her throat. The woman had showed up the second night that Sanctuary had opened and rarely missed a day since. Cyril watched the now familiar routine as Emly placed a handwritten sign at the edge of her chosen table that read "Handmade Knitting for Sale" and behind it, she laid out several pairs of mittens, scarves, slippers, dishcloths and other items. Once that was done, she sat back and began to knit on a pair of red mittens. She never bothered the other customers to buy her work, she just put out the sign and sat there for hours knitting and any fool could see the superb quality of her work with never a dropped stitch or other mistake. A couple of the more skeptical assholes among the other patrons had done the old hand waving trick to test if Emily was really blind and one person had gone so far as to toss a quarter at her and yell out "here, catch". The coin had simply bounced off the forehead of the suprised woman. A stunning blonde that Cyril knew as Dana and suspected of having other names had dragged the coin tosser into the corridor leading to the washrooms and there had been the sound of a few thumps such as might be caused by a head banging hard into a wall. A few moments later, the man had come over to Emily and profusely apologized. The next day Steve had to do a quick patch and paint job on the wall outside the bathrooms which had developed a mysterious crack in the drywall. Now, everyone knew to leave Emily alone and Cyril saw that the table she preferred was kept empty until she arrived. A little while later, Steve ambled out of the kitchen carrying a hamburger on a plate and crossed over to Emily's table and put it down in front of her, being careful of her knitting. "I brought you a burger," said the large man. Emily paused in her knitting and looked in the general direction of the man. "I, I didn't order one," she said quietly. I don't have the money for one tonight and I can't take charity." "It's not charity," Steve assured her. "I wasn't paying attention when Chloe called the order into the kitchen and I put onions on it. The customer sent it back without touching it and I hate to see food wasted." Emily took a sniff and found herself almost drooling. "I guess it would be a shame to waste food when people are going hungry," she finally admitted and put her knitting aside on the bench as she reached for the hamburger. "Thank-you," she told Steve. "No worries," rumbled the man and he walked back towards the kitchen where he was filling in as the short order cook tonight. "I think that is the third mistake you made on an order this month," said Cyril with a smile as Steve went past him. "Yeah, Iam going to have to be more careful," agreed Steve as he paused and looked meaningfully at his upheld hands. "I still have all my fingers though, so I can't be doing too bad." * * * Carla Rodgers was just dropping off two mugs of beer at the table where the massive raincoat covered figure of the mutoid Kellog and the blonde bitch were sitting when steve came out of the kitchen. They had also become regulars and at times Carla wasn't sure if she should be amused or disgusted at the odd pairing. Were they actually boyfriend and girlfriend? Lovers? Apparently the blonde was living in one of the now abandoned rooms of the Lost Heroines in the warrens below Sanctuary. Carla, otherwise known as Shield like all the heroines in the city had experienced a few less than memorable encounters with the denizens of the sewers. There had been that one time when they had caught her as she was chasing a pick pocket and she had spent a night being gang raped by a dozen of the things. Her pussy and ass still had a memory of the pounding they had taken from the massive slimy cocks of the things and she had lost track of how many orgasms they had forced from her before Got Gal and Got Chic had rescued her. Well, sort of rescued her if she was being truthful. The Got Gals had ended up losing their tops and their emeralds then joined her in being fucked in every hole. for much of that night. With the three of them, however, the mutoids had gotten tired and that had allowed the three heroines to quietly gather up their costumes as their assailants slept and slip away, leaking cum as they went. Well what the bitch di with her cunt was no concern of hers, but Carla had seen the look that had crosssed Elsa's face when Steve deposited the hamburger in front of the blind girl and she couldn't let that pass. "You don't approve?" she asked the woman in a hiss of a whisper. Elsa looked again at Emily and then back up at the angry face of the auburn haired woman who looked ready to dump one of the beers over her head if not smash the heavy mug in her face. Now a look of confusion followed by her own look of anger crossed Elsa's face and she made ready with an angry retort when Kellog gave her a kick under the table. He probably thought it was a gentle tap, but it likely would have broke a bone in a non aphrodite. Still, she took the warning and the reminder to be nice. "Look, I don't want to start a fight," said Elsa to the angry woman looking down at her. "I don't know if I can explain without making you madder, but I will try. What I was taught from birth," and she paused to glance at Emily, "was that she is an inferior and as a cripple is a parasite on society that should be removed. It is very hard to unlearn a lifetime of learning and old thoughts flashed across my mind when I saw him approach her." "You are trying to leave your Nazi past behind are you? sneered a still angry Carla. "I find that hard to believe. Why did you get religion all of a sudden?" Elsa didn't know what else to say, so opted for the truth. "Once I would have despised and even hunted those here in this room," and now the blonde's eyes swept the motley group of customers, "but then I learned a little about what it is like to be hunted. I didn't like that much. I don't really know if I can change, but I am trying." Carla gazed down at the blonde for a moment longer and then nodded her head. "Ok, I will lay off you for now, but I am keeping an eye on you. Emily and all the others here are under our protection. You violate that and they will find your corpse floating in the bay." Elsa flushed at this threat, but said nothing as Carla started to turn away and then stopped to glower at Kellog. "I suppose you are expecting thanks for the things you stole and donated to the bar?" This time it was Carla who looked across the room to where a shiny new dart board and a shuffleboard table were being used by some of the other customers. The mutoid had arrived carrying the things a few nights earlier, which had been rather impressive as he lugged the heavy table under one large arm. "Why do you think they are stolen?" asked Kellog innocently. ""Well they still had the anti theft things attached to them," replied Carla dryly. "I am guessing they don't have detectors on the hole you dug into the basement of the Wade Mart in the mall where you got them. We had to get Lydia to take the damn things off before anyone spotted them." The Lydia in question was Lydia Borden, also known as Night Raven and who carried a wide array of tools in her utility belt. The funny part of the whole business that Carla had no intention of telling Kellog was that Brenda Wade, the owner of Wade Mart, was a secret backer of Sanctuary by virtue of her position on the Bonnie Bell Foundation. Brenda would probably have gladly donated the items if she had been asked. "Ah, I shall remember that if I ever find any more discarded merchandise lying around," replied Kellog with a shrug of his massive shoulders. This time it was Elsa who took great satisfaction in giving the mutoid a stiff kick under the table. * * * "I think we need to diversify our menu," remarked Cyril to Trudy as he was once more leaning against the bar and watching Chloe pick up another order of burger and fries to deliver to a table. The teen was an excellent worker and eager to earn the room and board that Sanctuary was providing her. "What were you thinking of?" asked Trudy as she finished polishing a shot glass. "Oh, I don't know," replied Cyril pulling at his lower lip. "I was thinking of a salad and maybe some fresh fruit. A lot of the people who come in here aren't getting a balanced diet." The club manager felt Trudy staring at him and glanced her way. "Ok, I know as a former pimp and strip club owner that the only fruits I was interested in were melons and cantaloupes, but now I have to see the bigger picture since going respectable." "Hmm, I am not sure a respectable person would be looking down my top like you are," admonished Trudy who used to be a topless bartender at the old Pussycat Club and was still quite fond of wearing low cut tops while tending bar in Sanctuary. She certainly had the deep cleavage to attract attention and Cyril was not the only one who noticed and appreciated the view. Cyril was about to reply when the sound of a guitar being tuned interrupted him and both he and Trudy glanced over at the little stage. "I can't believe you are going to let them play again," said Trudy looking away from where Becky Wong and her two partners in musical crime were warming up. "O, they aren't so bad," replied Cyril. "Becky is not bad on the drums and Misty and Colleen are ok on guitar and bass. I mean they aren't any worse than some of the stuff I hear on the radio these days." "None of them can sing worth a damn though," countered Trudy. "I would wear earplugs, but I need to be able to hear to take drink orders." "Becky said they have a new lead singer," said Cyril looking around and not seeing the promised vocalist. "A cat with its tail stuck in a fence would be an improvement," replied Trudy. As the two watched the three girls finish tuning their instruments or in Becky's case take a few experimental whacks on her drums, Phoebe stepped up on stage in front of the empty mic. The diminutive former stripper had been having problems adjusting to life without the stage of the Pussycat Club, but neither Cyril or Trudy had ever heard her sing and steeled themselves for something comprable to Trudy's cat in the fence. They both, however, stood there rather open mouthed in surprise as Phoebe began to belt out an old Dolly Parton tune. "Jolene, Jolene, I am begging you, please don't take my man ..." The still as yet unnamed band got a loud round of applause from the patrons when the song finished. Another first for them and Sanctuary in Cyril's attempt to provide entertainment that didn't involve the removal of all clothing. * * * "Mmmm oh yeah baby suck my cock," moaned Greg as he reclined in the driver's seat of his Police SUV and let the young black hooker work her mouth magic on his dick. Dully,he could hear moaning coming from the backseat and knew Digger was fucking the other black hooker they had picked up. Life is fucking good and doesn't get much better than this he thought as he reached down and roughly pulled the girl's mouth all the way down onto his throbbing cock and held her there gagging and choking. Yes life was good and he owed it all to his keen survival instincts. When the demon pack had attacked the MATS squad,heand Digger hadn't wasted any time in getting the hell out of there. If the other morons wanted to fight or were too slow, that was fine by him as the demons had had plenty of victims to pull down and eat before getting to him. Once everything had calmed down and the demons had vanished, he anDigger had poked their heads out to test the lay of the land. They had been a bit surprised to be hailed as heroes for being among the few MATS officers to survive the massacre, but what the hell. It meant a promotion and a raise. With a loud moan, Greg began to empty his balls into the whore's mouth and he didn't let go of his hold on her head until the bitch had swallowed his entire load. Clean it off good," he told her. "I don't want a single drop of cum on the leather seats. Lookinginthe rear view mirror, he saw Digger had just finished giving the other hooker a cream pi. Once they had kicked the hookers to the curb, Digger got back in the front seat and they resumed the conversation they had been having before spotting the pair of whores walking down the street and decided to exercise their MATS perogitive which they took to entitle them to the services of any woman they fancied. The two bitches had even claimed they weren't hookers and they might even have been telling the truth, but who gave a fuck? "We need at least one more for the shipment," said Greg, resuming the interrupted discussion. The pay raise they had gotten had been nice, but the pair had gone back to their previous line of work to supplement their income, which meant capturing and selling Aphrodites to foreign buyers. The rumour was that the blonde PI who had busted their asses the last time was out of town and that had made them feel safe enough to resume their white slaving. The two girls they had just sampled had been fine pieces of ass, but not Aphrodites, so they needed to keep looking. They had two girls stashed away and their buyer wanted at least three to make the shipment worthwhile to him. As they sat there in their offical police car, they saw a woman coming down the street, feeling her way with a white cane. "What about her?" asked Digger gesturing at the woman. "She is a bit older than we normally take, but she is still an Aphrodite or I'm Mother Theresa." "She's blind," replied Greg studying the girl. "We've seen her half a dozen times now around here, so she must live somewhere nearby. She would probably do though. All the buyers care is that the girls have big tits. A blind one might even be a selling point as she isn't going to be able to run away easily." Digger started to reach for the door handle, but Greg shook his head. "Not when we are in uniform in a marked car. As dumb as anyone investigating from the regular force might be, that is just too out there. We can grab her tomorrow night when we are off duty." Digger nodded and sat back in his seat as they watched the girl disappear around a corner. * * * Emily heard the idling engine of a car as she made her way along the street on her way home from Sanctuary. She quickened her pace as much as she dared and breathed a sigh of relief when she got around the corner without any sign that the car was following her. She had sold a couple of things tonight and had stopped at the one gas station convenience store that wasn't too far out of her way to buy a few things. At this time of night the premade sandwiches were marked down and she had gotten one for mama and one for breakfast that they could split. She had also splurged and bought mama a couple of treats which she hoped would bring a smile. God, how she treasured those smiles that she couldn't see, but could sense nevertheless. As Emily approached an alley, she heard a sound and stopped to listen. Dangerous things tended to lurk in the alleys of Delta City and while she pondered what to do, the sound resolved itself into a whimper. That didn't mean there was no danger, but generally the bastards who lurked in alleys didn't bother much with things like subtlety. Guns and knives worked much better for their purposes. Cursing herself for being an inquisative fool, Emily inched her way down the alley until the whimpering was only a few feet away. "Hello? Is anyone there? Are yu hurt?" she called out in a whisper that she hoped wouldn't carry even as far as the mouth of the alley. There was only another whimper for a reply. Getting down on her haunches, Emily felt around and drew back a hand startled when she touched fur. At first she thought it might have been a rat, but they tended to either attack or scuttle away from humans and whatever this was only lay there and whimpered. Hesitantly, she reached out again and this time when her fingers touched fur, she made herself explore it more carefully. A dog? Something licked her fingers, a dry and raspy tongue. As far as she could tell, the dog wasn't hurt or at least not badly. It might just be thirsty, hungry and lonely. Reaching into her bag, Emily pulled out the water bottle she had refilled at Sanctuary, poured a little into the palm of her hand and held it out to the dog. "Here you go boy or girl or whatever you are," she said softly and a moment later felt the tongue lapping at the liquid. She repeated this several times and then pulled one of the sandwiches from the bag. She could go without breakfast she thought since she had done that more than a few times over the years. She knew human food wasnt always the best thing for dogs, but it had to be better than starving. Carefully, she broke the half sandwhitch into bits and fed them to the dog before repacking the other half. Sorry boy, she felt fairly certain it was male now from the size, but that's all I have to give you. The rest is for mama." The dog gave her hand another lick and Emily wondered if that meant the dog had understood her. "You look after yourself now," said Emily softly as she got back to her feet and headed for the street. She heard the dog get up behind her and then there was the click click of its toenails on the sidewalk and she stifled a moan as she realized it was going to follow her. Well, there wasn't much she could do about that, but the poor thing was going to be disappointed when she got home and he couldn't come in. A few blocks later, Emily slipped down another, more familiar alley to a basement window that appeared to be boarded over. This had takenher some time to design and build, but if you touched the edge in two certain places at the same time, a catch was released and the wood swung open. Emily waited silently there in the dark for several minutes to be sure she wasn't being watched and then opened her secret door and squeezed inside. Her feet sought the steps of the rickety stools she kept there and she was almost through when she heard another whimper from the dog. "Sorry boy, but you can't come in here," she said sadly and swung the wood panel closed. Outside she heard another whimper and the sound of a canine body collapsing onto the dirty ground of the alley. "Is that you Robert?" came a frail sounding voice from behind Emily. "No mama, it's me Emily," said the young woman as she turned around, repressing a sigh of frustration. Daddy isn't home yet. I think he said he would be late again." "Oh yes, that's right, said the old woman sitting in an easy chair that had seen better days. The reclining mechanism was broken and now the old woman's feet were propped up on a wooden box that acted as a footstool. 'Old woman indeed,' thought Emily fighting back another sigh. Her mother was only in her late fifties, but she sounded at least thirty years older. Life had not been kind to mama. "I brought you something to eat mama," said Emily as she crossed the bare concrete floor of the room with just a couple of small rugs she had found to try and make it a little warmer underfoot. Emily pulled up a wobbly wooden chair next to her mother and produced the whole sanwich. "It's ham mama. Just the deli stuff, but there is a bit of lettace and tomato." Cecile Arcand took the sandwich in shaking hands and gave Emily a smile of thanks. "I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now," said mama as she began to nibble at the sanwich, chewing each morsal thorougly before swallowing. "I guess I forgot to make supper again." "That's ok mama, you were tired," replied Emily who knew there wasn't anything in the cupboards or the small fridge except maybe a bottle of ketchup. It had been years since mama had been well enough or remembered to think about making supper. In fact it had been years since mama had left this dingy little room that was their apartment. The small one room apartment had once belong to the super for the building before the building owners had done away with any pretense of maintenance and got rid of the super. The door to the apartment was hidden behind the boiler and Emily had piled boxes and rags against the outside of the door to all but cover it in case any of the buildings other residents ventured down into the stygian depths of the building. The annual inspection sticker on the boiler was eight years old, so there seemed little likelyhood that anyone would come poking around, at least until the boiler either died or exploded. Sometimes, if it was late enough and quiet enough in the building, Emily would risk leaving by the front door, butsince no one new they were down here, she didn't have a key to get back in and had to rely on her window. If she ever had to take mama out for some reason, she would just have to risk the front door. As for her daddy, she had never met him. She knew his name was Robert only because her mama asked about him every day and then promptly forgot whatever Emily told her. Finally, Emily just went with the "he is working late story" which always seemed to satisfy mama. As far as Emily knew, her daddy had been a white man who fostered a baby girl on a black woman who thought he loved her, but daddy had gone into the wind the moment he found out mama was pregnant. Mama had worked cleaning office buildings in Delta City until about five years ago when her mind and body had slowly begun to fail. Emily didn't know the cause of mama's condition. That would require a doctor and money they didn't have. The cleaning company mama had worked for had declared bankruptcy and there was nothing left in the pension fund except cobwebs. The company owners were now retired on some tropical island living on money they said they didn't have. When mama had finished the sandwhich, Emily had triumphantly produced the bottle of orange juice and the chocolate chip cookie she had splurged on. Emily hoped the vitamin C in the orange juice would help mama though she supposed any beneficial health effects would be cancelled out by the cookie. On the other hand, her mama loved chocolate chip cookies and it made Emily feel warm to hear the joy in her mama's voice as she eagerly accepted the cookie. "Mmmm, so good," said mama as she bit into the cookie and savoured the taste. Once mama had finished eating, Emily helped her to the bathroom to clean up and got her into bed. The mattress on the rickety metal bed frame sagged almost to touch the floor, but mama never seemed to notice or complain. Emily's own bed was just a mattress she kept propped up against one wall during the day and now she laid it down on the floor beside her mama's bed and tried to sleep. She lay there listening to her mama's labored breathing for some time before drifting off. She was always afraid when she first woke up in the morning in case she didn't hear that sound anymore. Just before she fell asleep, Emily thought she heard the dog whine again from outside the window. * * * As she crept across the rooftop, Night Raven saw the curvy form standing on the roof edge, silhouetted against the city lights of downtown Delta City and smiled wickedly. Silently she crept forward until she could wrap her arms around the other woman, cupping those full, soft breasts and pulling her back tight against her own body. "Ooof," wheezed Night Raven as a hard elbow slammed into her stomach and she let go her hold and staggered back. "Night Raven! What the hell?" asked Lady Midnight as she spun around to continue her counter attack on her assailant and recognized her friend and fellow She Legion member. "I was just playing a joke," gasped Night Raven as she remained partly bent over and holding up a hand to forestall any more blows. "Very funny, I am laughing my ass off," replied Lady Midnight as she put her hands on her full hips and glared at the other heroine. "Ok, it was a bad joke," agreed Night Raven. "You just looked so hot standing there, I couldnt resist copping a feel." "Well you are just lucky, I didn't pitch you over the side of the building," replied Lady Midnight, rlenting a bit and smiling. "You ok?" "Hey, I have been punched by guys like the Bilbo Brothers," smirked Night Raven as she walked over to join Lady Midnight and they both turned to look out over the city. "Compared to them, that was just a love tap." "Yeah and they would have followed it up by shoving their cocks in all your holes," commented Lady Midnight. "True enough," agreed Night Raven. "been there, done that and so have you. So, what brings you out on patrol this night? anything special?" "A couple of girls went missing in the last week or so," said Lady Midnight. "I heard about them from Susan Clark at Sanctuary and I said I would look into it." "Any leads?" asked Night Raven. "Maybe," said Lady Midnight. "Angela Greer talked to the friends of both girls. The one thing that struck me was that both girls had been a little freaked out by a cop car that followed them a few days before they vanished." "Dirty cops?" growled Night Raven. "It could be," agreed Lady Midnight. "It wouldn't be the first time for Delta City, but I am not sure what to do next." "Give me the dates," suggested Night Raven. "As you know, I have er connections in the police department. I can see who was working those shifts which would give us a starting point. Also, I doubt they would do the abducting while in uniform. That is too blatant for even most of the bastards in this city. If cops are involved, I am betting the abductions took place on nights they had off and the previous sightings were just scouting missions. With all that and comparing the dates to the duty roster, we can probably narrow down the suspect list considderably and maybe a name or two will really jump out at us." Lady Midnight grunted. "You know, you would make a hell of a detective?" she said as she took her cell phone out of her utility belt and texted all the dates to Night Raven. "Does that mean you have forgiven me for my little joke?" grinned Night Raven as she checked her phone to make sure the message had come through. "Does this answer your question?" asked Lady Midnight as she wrapped a long arm around the blonde and pulled her close. Night Raven turned to look her in the eyes and Lady Midnight pressed her lips into those of the other heroine. "You know, nothing beats rooftop sex in the middle of the night," said Night Raven breathlessly whem they broke the kiss. "Mmmm, so I have heard," replied Lady Midnight as she removed her purple top to free her large, chocolate brown breasts. "Mmmm, there are those babies I wanted to see and touch," said Night Raven and she lightly squeezed and played with Lady Midnight's soft boobs for a few minutes before removing her own top and then renewing the kiss with the other heroine, their bare breasts pressing gently into each other. When they broke their second Kiss, Night Raven slipped her fingers into the elastic of Lady Midnight's bottoms and tugged them down even as she lowered herself to her knees on the roof, ending up with her face inches from the African-American's shaved black pussy. Lady Midnight stepped lightly out of her bottoms and spread her legs wide to give the other woman full access to her sex. "mmmm so tasty," murmered Night Raven as she ran her tongue over the already wet pussy in front of her. "All yours to investigate," said Lady Midnight with alarge smile as she ran her hands through the blonde hair of the kneeling woman. She was going to say more, but words left the dark skinned heroine as Night Raven's tongue pushed its way inside her and the pleasure became to great for speech. Lady Midnight just clenched her hands in the soft, silken tresses of the blonde heroine and began to moan louder and louder as Night Raven's tongue found her clit now and sucked it between her lips. "Oh god, that feels so fucking good," Lady Midnight finally gasped out and then her body went in convulsions as she came and squirted blast after blast of her juices over Night Raven's face. Lady Midnight'slegs gave way on her then and she sank down to lay sprawled on the roof. She looked up to see Night Raven removing the rest of her costume until she too was naked except for her mask and boots. "Care to return the favour?" she asked with a huge smile on her full and oh so soft looking lips and her face dripping wet. "I was hoping you would ask," replied Lady Midnight as she moved between Night Raven's spread legs as the latter laid down on her back as the moon looked down with purient interest in he goings on below its gaze. * * * In the morning, Emily gave her mother the other half of the sandwhich she had saved and got her settled into her chair. They didn't have a television, let alone cable, but mama loved her music and listened to the "oldies" all day. She was especially fond of Elvis and sometimes insisted he must have been part black because of the way he sang. Emily went out the window, carefully closing it behind her and almost tripped over the dog who was still lying there as if waiting for her. "I guess I am going to have to come up with a name for you," she muttered. "You don't seem much like a Spot or a Rover. How about I just call you Fellah?" The dog gave a short bark that she took for assent and Emmily decided that was settled. With a tap tap tap of her cane, Emily set out on her daily rounds. There were a handful of small stores where she had got to know the owners and they would take her knitting on consignment and pay her if they sold anything. Emily had learned the hard way to keep good records and make regular visits to check on things, or the store owners might simply pocket the money for her knitting. Now and then, she could pick up a few hours of work cleaning floors or dusting shelves and she got paid in cash for that. There were also a couple of churches that sometimes had used clothes that still had some wear left in them for her or mama. Since she had to walk everywhere and the places were spread out, it generally took her most of the day to make her rounds. * * * Charcoal followed the girl, partly hoping for more food, partly out of curiosity and partly out of a feeling he couldn't put a name to. It had taken him a while to realize Emily was blind since that was something that wasn't tolerated in his world. If any member of a litter was borfn with any significant defect, they were either killed by the Breeding Masters or torn apart by their littermates. It was literally a dog eat dog world where he came from and no weakness was allowed or tolerated. But, the girl had been nice to him and given him both food and water and spoken gently to him. What was that all about? Did she have some deep, dark ulterior motive? No one did anything without wanting something in return. Well, he owed her for the food and he was curious to see what payment would be demanded. * * * "That's the ugliest dog I ever saw," said Mr. Schmidt as the crusty old man peered at the animal that stood waiting patiently beside Emily in his second hand book store. "What kind is it?" "I don't know," replied Emily who had been unable to tell much from touch alone other than the dog was of medium height with short ears and a short tail. "Mostly bulldog I think from the looks of his puss," decided Mr. Schmidt. "Either that or someone caved his face in with a shovel." "Did you sell any of my things?" asked Emily changing the topic. According to her braille records, she had left three pairs of mitts with the old German. "Nah, sory," replied Mr. Schmidt who shot a look at the wall where only two pairs of mitts were hanging. The dog then looked over a the wall and barked softly twice. Emily looked down at Fellah and then back up at where she thought Mr. Schmidt was standing. "Are you sure you didn't sell any of my mitts? I left you three pair." Schmidt started to repeat his denial, but then saw the dog looking at him very strangely. In particular, the dog seemed to be regarding his throat very intensly. "Oh you left three, I thought it was just two," he amended quickly. I must have sold a pair." The man opened his till and took out three dollars, glancing a bit nervously at the dog to make sure this was ok with it as he handed the money to Emily. "Thank-you very much," said Emily with a smile. She had marked the mitts at five dollars and the agreement was she got three and Schmidt got two if he sold a pair. She then reached into her bag and pulled out another pair to hand to the man to replenish his stock. "You know," said Schmidt after hesitating for a moment, "there is another way you could make a little money," he trailed off. "I don't think Mrs. Schmidt would approve of that," replied Emily calmly before turning towards the door. She knew perfectly well what the man was hinting about and so far she hadn't been desperate enough to sink that low. Still, in the back of her mind Emily worried that she might have to if something happened to mama and she really needed more money than her knitting could possibly provide. "You know, I think you were counting those mitts for me," said Emily to Fellah when they were backon the street. Charcoal wagged his tail and then remembering the girl couldn't see that gesture, gave a single quick bark. The three dollars wasn't all profit of course as the wool for the mitts had cost two dollars, though sometimes she got lucky and someone would give her odds and ends of wool they couldnt use. Still, she should be able to buy something for mama to eat tonight before she went to Sanctuary instead of making her wait until she got home later. Emily got two portions of stew from Mr. Vu, who ran a Vietnamese restaurant and hurried home to mama while it was still hot. Mr. Vu said the meat was pork, but she had the feeling he was giving Fellah a good looking over when she was there and not because he liked dogs as pets. Mama seemed weaker and more tired, if that was possible and Emily had to coax her into eating all her stew while she gave half of hers to Fellah after he once more settled down in the alley outside their window. The blind girl considered foregoing her nightly visit to Sanctuary, but mama seemed a bit better after eating and taking an Advil. After some waffling, Emily decided she had to go out afterall. The Advil were almost gone and she needed to sell a few things to get more. Emily knew the pain had been getting worse in the last week or so, which had increased the need for the painkillers. Mama never complained, no matter how bad she felt. "Other people have it a lot worse," was one of her frequent sayings. * * * Emily had spent less time than normal at Sanctuary, worrying about mama, but she had sold several things including a scarf to the man with the deep rumbling voice who said he was buying it for his girlfriend. Oddly enough, the man had given a little yelp after saying this, almost as if someone had kicked him in the shin. Fellah had followed her to Sanctuary and had slipped inside with her. One of the other customers had made a comment about "that ugly bastard is not a fucking seeing eye dog", but Cyril had told her Fellah wasn't a problem as long as he behaved himself and didn't bite any of the other customers. "Considering we have mutoid fan boys who come to hear the band play, I don't think a dog is any real problem," Cyril informed her. Emily had heard of the mutoids, but had never met one which was probably a good thing as they seemed to make the news on a regular basis after capturing and raping one of the She Legion members. Surely Cyril had just been joking about one of them being in the bar. When Steve had brought her some "surplus" chicken wings that he said they were going to have to throw out, he had told her not to worry about the other woman's snide remark as Carla had a word with her and the woman was very sorry if she had offended Emily. Emily had thanked Steve and when she hoped no one was watching, had slipped bits of meat to Fellah where he lay quietly under the table. Now as she hurried home to see how mama was, Emily wasn't paying as much attention to her surroundings as she normally did. It was perhaps that distraction that kept her from hearing the danger from the same alley she had found Fellah in the night before and suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth and rough hands pulled her struggling form deeper into the darkness. "If you don't want to get hurt bad, stop fighting and don't scream," said Digger into her ear. "Now if I take my hand off your mouth, are you going to yell or anything?" When Emily didn't respond, he gave her a hard shake and she gave her head a nod to indicate she would be quiet. There probably wasn't much point in screaming anyway. In this neighborhood, people tended to mind their own business and just wait for the screaming to stop or turned the television up louder to drown out the noise. "You know under those plain clothes, she is a real looker," said Greg as he stood in front of her while Digger kept his hold on her arms so she couldn't run away. "In fact let's take a look under those plain clothes." Pleased with his wit, the man reached out and ripped Emily's top open, sending buttons scattering around the dirty alley. "mmm, look at the size of those babies," he leered as he yanked off Emily's bra, breaking the catch, and letting her large, round breasts spill out into the cool night air. There was suddenly the sound of growling behind Greg and he turned to glare at the mangy dog with only contempt and no real fear. "If you are smart dog, you will just go lie down and watch the show. After we are done having some fun with the bitch, she is going on a long trip, so you better find yourself another meal ticket." The dog continued to growl and now it bared its teeth, clearly intending to lunge. "Dont do anything Fellah," called Emily who could only hear what was going on, but was quite certain of what the dog planned to do and mortally afraid of what would happen to him if he tried. ""Be a good doggie and lay down," she begged the dog. Charcoal wasn't in the mood to listen to either Greg's or Emily's admonishments. Friendship was a new concept for him, but he knew instinctively that friends stood up for one another and besides, these two men had the reek he had come to associate with Sgt. Brimstone and Captain Charnal. He continued to growl as he leapt a Greg. The man's boot caught him in midair and sent him hurtling backward where he crashed into the wall and fell down stunned. "I told you not to interfere you stupid fucking dog," laughed Greg as he turned his back on Charcoal and now grabbed two rough handfuls of Emily's breasts and began to fondle them while Emily sobbed quietly. The big man squeezed hard and pinched the nipples until Emly had to bite her lip to contain the gasp of pain. "Too bad you can't see my cock," said Greg as he let go of her breasts and dropped his pants. "All the bitches swoon as soon as they see it, but I guess you will just have to taste it to learn how good it is." Digger laughed and pressed on Emily's shoulders, forcing her to her knees as Greg stepped closer and slapped her across first one cheek and then the other with his cock. WHAP. WHAP. Two smears of precum trickled down Emily's cheeks to mingle with her silent tears. When she felt the warm rod of flesh pressed to her lips, Emily briefly considered keeping her mouth as tightly sealed shut as she could manage, but Digger gave her a painful yank on her hair. "It's going in your mouth girl," he hissed in her ear, 'one way or another. You might as well save yourself the pain and open wide. I bet you'll even like it. Probably you don't get much action being a crip and all." With a loud sob, Emily relented and opened her mouth. She felt the foul thing push between her lips and into her mouth. The mere thought of this made her want to gag and retch, then as the cock pushed deeper into her mouth and into her throat, she did begin to gag and choke much to the amusement of the two men. * * * "Did you find out anything?" asked Lady Midnight when Night Raven swung down on her grappling line onto the roof beside her. "I think so," replied Night Raven. "I got into the police roster and checked the dates you gave me. That narrowed it down a lot and what do you know? A couple of names jumped right out at me as being on duty the nights those girls reported being stalked by a cop car. The same two guys were off duty on the nights the girls disappeared." "Really?" said Lady Midnight. "I thought it was a bit of a long shot to be honest. Were they anyone I might know?" "Probably," said Night Raven. "Two assholes named Greg Dixon and Trent 'Digger' White. They are both former mercenaries who turned to white slaving after getting the boot from the army. Nancy busted them a few months ago, but of course that just made them perfect candidates for the MATS squad." [Author's Note: Nancy encountered Greg and Digger in Delta City PI #25.] "We need to find them," growled Lady Midnight, "before they grab anyone else." "Way ahead of you," replied Night Raven. "They have an unmarked Delta City PD car for their use when off duty and all those vehicles have built-in GPS." She held up her cell phone to display a map of Delta City with a blinking red dot. "Want to go pay them a visit with me?" "Fucking A," said Lady Midnight. * * * Charcoal lay stunned on the ground and watched the man who had kicked him shove his cock into Emily's mouth. As a Hell Dog, this should not have bothered him, but it did. Emily was his friend. She had shared the little food she had with him and hadn't asked for anything in return. The concept of friendship was totally foreign to Hell Dogs. They had enemies, rivals and victims, but never friends. He was designed to sit back and enjoy the sight of the man face fucking the girl, but you just couldn't do that with a friend. He had tried several times over the last week or so to change back into his Hell Dog form without any success. He tried now one more time and was astonished when he felt his body begin to change. "mmm listen to her gag Greg," laughed Digger. "I don't think the bitch ever deep throated a cock before." "Then its a good thing we are breaking her in," replied Greg as he grabbed the girl's head and thrust his cock in even deeper. "The people who will be bidding on her will expect her to be an expert at cocksucking." "Well after you blast a load down her throat, I am going to try her pussy," said Digger. "I've never had blind pussy before and I want to see if it feels like regular pussy." There was another growl behind Greg. Damn, that stupid mutt wants another kicking, he thought and was about to pull his cock out of the girl's sweet mouth and administer it when he saw Digger's eyes go wide in shock and fear. He started to ask Digger what was going on when a massive hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat and pulled him away from Emily like he was a rag doll. Then the pain began. * * * Emily didn't know what was going on. Suddenly the horrible thing was out of her mouth and she could breathe again. She was only vaguely aware of screams around her in the alley as she gasped and tried to suck in clean air, or at least as clean as air in a dirty Delta City alley got. Once she felt recovered enough, Emily felt around and found her discarded bag and cane. She had some safety pins in her bag and managed to pin her blouse closed before getting to her feet and making her way out of the alley. There were a few moans coming from behind her, but she wasn't tempted to stop and investigate. She wondered what had happened to Fellah, but suddenly he licked her hand and she heard his toenails tapping along beside her as she headed for home. Thank god the nightmare was over or so she hoped. * * * Lady Midnight and Night Raven heard moaning coming from the alley and swung down to investigate, having followed the GPS tracker to the car parked just outside the alley in the sthreet. "Goddess, it looks like someone or something did a number on these guys," said Lady Midnight looking down at the battered and bleeding bodies of Greg and Digger. "It couldn't happen to two more deserving guys," replied Night Raven. "I suppose we should call an ambulance." "Help us please," moaned Greg who was bleeding from dozens of wounds. "We need a hospital." "Hmm,I don't know," said Lady Midnight thoughtfully as she activated the mini digital recorder on her utility belt. It might not be admissable in court, but the recording might at least get these two bastards fired off the police force. "We would be happy to get you two medical help, but we are worried about two missing girls who might need help more than you do. It's a triage thing you see. Maybe if we found those girls and got that worry off our minds, we could concentrate on getting you the help you need." Greg moaned and tried to work up some defiance, but all he felt was pain. "Ok, you win," he gasped finally. "The two girls we grabbed are in Room 64 of the Twilight Motel. Now for god's sake, get us an ambulance." Lady Midnight smiled at Night Raven then dialed 911 and gave the operator directions to the alley before she and Night Raven headed for the motel. She supposed they could have tried to stop some of the bleeding before the ambulance arrived, but she really wasn't going to lose any sleep if those two bastards bled out in the dirty alley." It looked like they had been practicing their favourite sport when something went wrong. Pity. * * * This time when Emily got home, she hoisted Fellah through the window into their apartment. She didn't know how a dog his size had managed to take on two large men, but she knew he had done it somehow and she wasn't going to leave him out in the alley alone tonight. "Is that you Emily?" came mama's quiet voice. "Yes mama, it's me," replied Emily coming over to crouch down beside her mother as she sat in the chair. It was the first time she could remember mama not asking about her long gone daddy and that abrupt change worried her. "I'm so glad you got home early dear," said mama and then she saw Fella. "Oh, and who is this handsome looking boy you brought home with you?" "I've just been calling him Fellah," said Emily. "He seems to have adopted me. I hope you don't mind me bringing him home. He's been a big help to me today." "Oh, I don't mind at all," said mama. "I think after tonight, you will need someone to keep you company." "Mama?" quaeried Emily as she tried to understand what her mother was saying. "I think this is the night," replied mama calmly. "It is my time to leave and it is good to know you won't be left all alone." "No mama!" Emily cried and put her arms around her mother. "Come on, let me take you to the hospital if you are feeling that bad." "No dear," said mama patting Emily's head gently. "It is far too late for hospitals. It has been too late for several years now, but it is finally my time to go." "No mama, you can't leave me," sobbed Emily as tears streamed down her face and she heard Fellah whimper behind her. "Dont cry dear," said mama. "I'm all worn out and the pain has gotten to be too much lately. I know my mind hasn't been very clear the last few years and it has been a burden on you, but now at the end the fog seems to have lifted enough for me to say good bye." "I, I can't go on without you mama," sobbed Emily who wanted to hug her mother harder but was afraid of hurting her. "You will be fine dear. You are a strong young woman," replied mama as she stroked Emily's hair. "Youve got Fellah here now to keep you company. I don't have much to leave you dear, but I want you to have my ring. It is all I have left to give you." Emily drew back a bit, glancing briefly at her mother's ring finger where the solid black band enclosed it. There was no diamond or any other gem set into the plain black metal and Emily wasn't even sure what the ring was made of. "It's the ring that has helped me last this long," said mama as she looked directly into Emily's eyes for the first time in years with total clarity. "There isn't time to tell you more, but you will probably learn about it as you go along. Promise me that you will take the ring and keep it safe." There was such fierceness in mama's gaze that even though she couldn't see it, Emily could feel it burning into her soul. "I promise mama, I promise." "That's good dear," said mama as the intensity left her voice and she sank back into the chair she had spent so many hours in. "You have always been a good girl and I know the ring will be safe with you. Goodbye my dear Emily, my child, my protector and my love." Mama smiled one last time, closed her eyes and stopped breathing. "Mama? Mama!" wailed Emily and now she hugged her mother's body to her tightly and already felt the heat fading from it. For the rest of that night, she remained like that, sobbing with Fellah's head resting on her foot until she was out of tears. The cramping of her arms and back finally forced her to let go of mama and she staggered to her feet and wondered what she should do now. She needed to do something. She needed to call someone to help her with mama's body and to arrange for a funeral she couldn't afford, but she had no idea of how to go about it. She didn't even have a phone to call anyone even if she knew anyone to call. Then remembering her promise, she felt for mama's hand and found the ring. Mama had worn that ring all of her life and Emily doubted she could remove it as mama had never taken it off for a single second. When she touched the ring, however, it seemed to melt under her touch and then she felt something flow over her own finger. When she touched that finger, she found mama's ring had somehow transferred itself to her finger. Even as Emily tried to understand this, she felt a strange tingling sensation coming from the ring and out of instinct, she looked at it and gasped in astonishment. She could somehow "see" a blackness emerge from the ring and surround mama's body enclosing it in a liquid blackness. Mama's body seemed to shiver and convulse, not in pain, but as if being stroked by a gentle lover. The blackness around the body began to shrink and continued to get smaller until it was only a small point and then it was gone entirely. Emily's questing hands could find no trace of mama's body. The End