Tales From Delta City #4: They Came From Outer Space 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 ins sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Omega Woman (Cameron Drake), Green Spectre, Lady Midnight, Got Gal, Amazing Babe and the rest of the heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X. Professor Werder is also a Mr. X creation. all other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Former astronaut and now working for that greatest of oxymorons, Military Intelligence, Cameron Drake strode down the hallway of the seventh floor of the Federal Building of Delta City. Officially on the directory in the lobby, this floor was occupied by the United States Office of Sheep Inspection, which should have been suspicious since there wasn't a sheep within a hundred miles of the city, but at least once a week some confused soul would get off the elevator asking for information about the new green sheep shearing program that the Department of Agriculture had just announced. Nadine, the blonde receptionist was always confused about how this could happen. Afterall, wasn't sheep wool white she thought? One of these days she was going to have to google what a sheep looked like if these idiots kept wandring up to her desk. The seventh floor of course was the home of Military Intelligence in Delta City which was almost as puzzling as the sheep thing since the military located near Delta City had no clue there was such a place. Of course, Cameron Reflected,if you had met General "Lightning Rod" Ross, you wouldn't trust him with the location of the men's room. Cameron's destination was the office of her immediate superior, Major Edward Wood. There were more than a few rumours among the female members of the staff that the Major lived up to his name if you knew what they meant ( Wink, Wink), but Cameron thought that was probably just idle gossip. The blonde knocked respectfully on the closed office door and received a curt "come in" from inside, so she turned the knob and entered. Major Wood was around 40 with jet black hair and stood just a little over six feet, though at the moment he was seated behind his desk, frowning at something on his computer screen. The Major remained seated as Cameron crossed the small office to stand at attention in front of his desk. "At ease Captain and have a seat," said Wood glancing up from his computer and indicating the guest chair in front of the desk. "Thank-you sir," replied Cameron and sat down, keeping her legs uncrossed and tight together to keep the too damn short uniform skirt she had been issued from riding up and flashing her panties. Major Wood didn't say anything more, but kept staring at his screen for another full two minutes. Cameron, was just wondering if he expected her to initiate the conversation when he sighed and sat back looking at her. He actually looked her in the eye instead of her chest which Cameron found was a refreshing rarity among her fellow officers and enlisted personnel. "I want you to look at something," said Major Wood. "As a former astronaut, I would like your opinion." "Yes sir," answered Cameron crisply. "What is it the Major wants me to see?" "I don't want to prejudice your analysis," replied Wood and he swivelled his large monitor around to face Cameron. "Just watch this and tell me what you think." Cameron frowned slightly and leaned forward, exposing deep cleavage without realizing it though again Major Wood didn't seem to notice. A video began on the screen and the former astronaut quickly recognized it as arecording of a radar plot, probably taken from an orbital satellite. There was the fuzzy image of a large object which abruptly broke up into many smaller objects which went flying off in all directions. "What do you think?" asked Wood when the video ended. "Some large object broke up on entering the atmosphere," said Cameron promptly. "An asteroid?" "That's the official explanation alright," agreed Wood. Something in Wood's answer and something else nagged at Cameron as she thought about the video. "May I use your mouse sir?" she asked. "Of course," said Major Wood and shoved the wireless controller across the desk to her. Using the mouse, Cameron replayed the video, this time slowing it down and watching the fragments carefully. She knew Wood was waiting for her to say something, but she took her time and highlighted several of the fragments to obtain their data which the software obligingly sorted into a table for her. "That wasn't an asteroid or anything natural," said Cameron after a few moments study of the tabular data. "Oh?" asked Wood, not sounding especially surprised. "Why do you say that?" Cameron indicated the table. Eight of the fragments have almost exactly the same estimated mass and scaler speed, though of course with different vectors. There is no way a natural object does that." "Then what is it?" asked Major Wood with his intense black eyes on her face. "A ship of some sort," replied Cameron. "I would guess that those eight fragments," and she indicated the objects in her table, "are escape pods of some sort." Major Wood grunted. "You are wrong Captain Drake." When Cameron opened her mouth to protest, Wood waved her to silence. "The brass have determined it was an asteroid that broke up when it hit the atmosphere. The brass is never wrong. Remember that if youever want to get promoted. It would certainly not do to have me assign you to investigate anything but a search for asteroid fragments that might have some scientific value. Do you understand me Captain?" Cameron swallowed her protest and nodded. "Yes sir, I totally understand." "Good," replied Major Wood. "Keep me apprised on your investigation into finding those asteroid fragments. Three of them appear to have come down near Delta City which is why this is our baby. The other five are going to have to wait on the results of your investigation." Cameron wondered if this was a wise decision, considering some of the things that had turned up from outer space in the past. She decided that such a comment, however, might be construed as a criticism of the brass that Major Wood had mentioned, so said nothing. If things went all H. G. Wells thenn it wouldn't be her fault would it? Don't be silly, she told herself. If it all went sideways, the lowest person on the ladder would get the blame and that would be her. She kept that thought to herself as well, stood up, saluted and left Wood's office with the USB drive containing the data on the three fragments that had landed near Delta City in her hand. Well the one thing Major Wood and the brass didn't know was that it would be Omega Woman and not Cameron Drake who would do the investigating. * * * Omega Woman flew low over the dense forest East of Delta City watching the GPS tracker strapped to her left wrist. She could have used the one issued to her by the military, but they cost forty grand and only worked properly on days that didn't have a "y" in them. She had picked up the compact rist model from Professor Werder that morning before setting out and that had been a little awkward to say the least. The man was a genius, but there were aspects to that genius that could be rather unsettling. As part of his research into the Aphrodite Gene, the professor kept a set of life size colour pinups of all the members of the She Legion on his lab walls. Naked, life size, high definition pinups to be more precise. The awkward part had been the large , fresh looking white blob that covered most of her own picture. The professor had seemed mostly oblivious to her discomfort, though he had mentioned something about getting one of his female lab assistants to "clean up his latest research". The signal from the GPS tracker grew stronger suddenly, emitting a steady beep and Omega Woman looked down to see a small clearing with an egg shaped metallic object about twice the size of the fridge in her apartment. There appeared to be someone sitting on the device and Omega Woman dropped closer to get a better look. "Why hello gorgeous," said a soft female voice as Omega Woman came to a haldt in midair a few feet away and above the escape pod which was now clearly what the object was. "Er, Hello," said Omega Woman after clearing her throat, though her words still came out more raspy thannormal. The person perched on the escape pod was female, oh very definitely female. She wore a green outfit that vaguely reminded Omega Woman of her fellow She Legion member, Green Spectre, except there was even less to the outfit than Green Spectre's already skimpy costume. This blonde woman with green accents in her hair appeared to be wearing little more than a pair of green pasties on her large breasts and a rather small greenhanky over her pussy along with six inch spiked heel boots at the bottom of those long luscious legs. Omega Woman didn't consider herself a lesbian, though she had had a few dalliances with the fairer sex, sometimes forced on her by various vile villains. It was true the general attitude was changing in the world at large towards lesbian and other homosexual relationships, but not so much in the military. 'Don't tell, don't ask' was a distant memory and even when in vogue had been little protection at times against harassment and outright sexual assault. If you wanted to have success in any branch of the military, you had to provide the most heteronormal facade possible and Cameron Drake had her fair share of ambition to rise in the ranks, which meant dating men and not women. If she had any feelings towards other women they were buried as deep as she could dig. That was why her reaction to this woman both surprised and unsettled Omega Woman. She was used to being around busty, scantily clad women in the She Legion, but there was something about this particular woman that left her head spinning. Perhaps it was her large, round, soft looking breasts, but they weren't any bigger than Ms. Americana's whoppers. Perhaps it was that big, round ass, but it was no more delectable that someone like Got Gal's. Perhaps it was those long, muscular legs that went on forever, but then so did the gams of Lady Midnight or Amazing Babe. Omega Woman couldn't explain it, but the mere sight of this woman had her heart beating faster and her pussy beginning to leak. "I was hoping someone would come along soon," said the woman, "but I never expected someone as beautiful as you. My name is Phantasia." "Um, I'm Omega Woman," said the hovering blonde. "I was sent to investigate the objects we tracked falling to earth." "Oh?" asked Phantasia. "Are you a superheroine like me?" Since she was hovering in midair, Omega Woman briefly thought the question was specious, but quickly dismissed any negative thoughts as she continued to stare at the curvy figure below her. "Um, yes. We, that is our military detected your ship breaking up and the escape pods. Can you tell me what happened?" "Oh it was terrible," replied Phantasia as she clasped her hands to her chest which wobbled delightfully at the movement. "My sisters and I were being taken to a concentration camp by an evil villain. We managed to escape, but the ship was damaged in the process and we had to take to the escape pods." "Sisters?" asked Omega Woman. "We tracked eight escape pods." "There were six of us being held prisoner," said Phantasia. "When I say 'sisters', I only mean that in the figurative sense as we are not related by blood, but only by our committment to truth and justice for all women. It does my heart good to know that they too escaped our imprisonment and fled to your world." "What about the other two pods?" asked Omega Woman as she did the basic math. Phantasia frowned. "I am afraid that probably means the villain who was holding us escaped as well and there was a pilot on the ship. The evil one is called Christoff." At this, Phantasia paused and touched a green disc that was suspended around her neck on a gold chain. "If my translator is correct, his full name in your language would be Christoff the Cruel. He is incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous!" "I'm sure I can handle any man," replied Omega Woman, wondering why she felt the need to brag. "I can fly you back to Delta City, which is where I am from and then I can check out the other two pods that came down nearby." As she talked, Omega Woman landed on the ground beside the escape pod and held out her hand to help the other woman down from her perch. "I am sure you can handle any man or any woman," purred Phantasia as she took Omega Woman's hand and hopped down to stand on the ground, pretty much tit to tit with the blonde heroine. "Before we rush off to your Delta City, however, maybe we should get to know each other better." "Er, what do you mean?" asked Omega Woman looking directly into the green eyes of the alien woman. "Did you want to know more about our world? Our government?" "I was thinking about learning more about you personally,"replied Phantasia as she reached out a hand to trace a finger down Omega Womans throat and into the deep valley between her barely covered breasts. "Me?" squeaked Omega Woman and tried to clear her throat again as she felt that warm finger trace a line over the tops of her boobs. "Yes you," replied Phantasia as she moved even closer now so her own barely covered breasts brushed into the equally large mounds of Omega Woman. "For example, how do you feel about kissing on your planet?" At this, Phantasia leaned in and brushed her full lips over those of Omega Woman. "I, er, we like it a lot," gasped Omega Woman who stood there entranced with her heart rate climbing higher by the second. "Good," said Phantasia as she wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her closer for a longer, harder kiss that went on for a full minute before Omega Woman felt the other woman's tongue pressing against her lips and demanding entrance. With her former thoughts on lesbianism vanishing like the morning mist when the sun comes out, Omega Woman opened her mouth and let the warm, soft intruder inside. The kiss continued on for several more minutes and Omega Woman could feel her nipples harden as they pressed into the soft breasts of the alien and her pussy begin to drip steadily. "Why don't we get you out of all those concealing clothes," whispered Phantasia. It was the first time Omega Woman had ever heard her rather skimpy costume described as 'concealing', but her mind and body were reeling with an inexplicable lust and contradicting this wonderful woman was simply out of the question. So was refusing anything she wanted and Omega Woman found herself quickly undoing her top and letting her large, full boobs out to play in the warm sunlight of the clearing. "Oh my, those are sensational," purred Phantasia as she cupped one in each soft hand and began to gently stroke and knead them. Omega Woman found she couldn't think of anything to say in return, but just pulled down her bottoms and stepped out of them, careful not to disturb the other woman's wonderful grip on her tits. She now stood there naked except for her boots and mask with everything exposed for the other to see and touch. "Mmm, you are so wet already," said Phantasia teasingly as she took one hand off Omega Woman's breasts and slid it down between her legs. This touch brought a moan of pure pleasure from the blonde heroine in response. "Such a nice hard little clitty," continued Phantasia as her questing fingers found the nub and rubbed it gently, bringing an even louder moan from Omega Woman. After a few more caresses of Omega Woman's breasts and pussy, Phantasia stepped back just long enough to divest herself of her scanty costume then stepped forward to pursue another kiss, this time with their naked bodies pressed tightly into each other. Omega Woman noticed the other woman's nipples were a dark green as the kiss resumed and then she felt herself being pulled down onto the soft grass to lie on top of the alien woman. "I want you so bad," moaned Phantasia. "It has been so long since I knew the love of another woman. It has been so long that all I have known was the vile attention of my male captors who forced themself on me over and over again. Please take me Omega Woman. take me and love me." Omega Woman's fevered mind didn't need any more urging to do exactly this, though a small voice in the dimmest recesses of her mind was screaming something wasn't quite right here. Ignoring that troublesome voice, Omega Woman began to suck on those large green nipples, first one and then the other as Phantasia moaned and writhed under her. Tongue extended, Omega Woman began to lick her way down the woman's flat, toned stomach towards the heavenly scent wafting up to her nostrils from between Phantasia's legs. Those legs spread wider as Omega Woman neared her goal and now there was the glistening sight of the woman's pussy right in front of her eyes. The pubic hair was neatly trimmed and like the hair on her head, it was blonde with odd green highlights. How strange, thought Omega Woman and then after she took her first lick and tasted the nectar flowing from that pussy, she forgot about everything else and just lapped enthusiastically. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," moaned Phantasia,. "You are so good at this. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be the one to give me the pleasure I needed." The blonde heroine barely heard the words as she was so engrossed in her task, savouring the delicious taste of the other woman's juices. She ran her tongue over the engorged pussy lips, ending with her tongue curling around the hard nub of Phantasia's clit which brought more excited squeals of pleasure from the alien. "Oh Goddess, you are going to make me cum," Phantasia screamed as she felt Omega Woman's tongue now probe deep inside her love box. She thrust her hips upward and ground her pussy over the Earthwoman's face until it was drenched with her juices. Then sweet release came and she began to squirt blast after blast over Omega Woman's face and into her gasping mouth. When Omega Woman finally sat back, there was a thick coating of girl cum on her face and her hands went automatically between her legs to rub frantically at her clit in an attempt to achieve her own orgasm. "Yes, do it," cried Phantasia as she watched the big titted blonde masturbate. "Play with yourself for me. I want to see you cum" "Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeiiiiiioooooouuuuuuu," screamed Omega Woman as she achieved the desired climax and a shudder of pleasure ran through her body. * * * "I still think I should take you to safety in Delta City first," said Omega Woman ten minutes later as she was once more flying over the forest, but this time carrying Phantasia in her arms. "I know Christoff and what he is capable of," insisted Phantasia. "You are very strong, but he is also incredibly powerful and you might need my help in subdueing him. Reemember, he captured my five friends and myself." Omega Woman gave a mental shrug. Having Phantasia along might indeed be useful because of her familiarity with the villain, but on the other hand all that delectable bare skin she was displaying was also a bit of a distraction. Omega Woman fought to tear her eyes from that distraction as her GPS tracker began to beep louder once more. Two of the escape pods had come down surprisingly close together, while the third was on the other side of Delta City. They had no way of knowing who was in which pod, so this might be the villain Christoff or it might be one of Phantasia's 'sisters'. If it was the latter as the odds would indicate, it might be useful to have Phantasia along to calm any fears from one of the other women who were undoubtably traumatized to some extent by their captivity and then the ship falling apart under them. The hatch to the second escape pod was open Omega Woman noticed as she flew lower towards it, but there was no sign of the occupant. The blonde powerhouse set Phantasia down and moved cautiously towards the open pod door. Peering inside, she saw a figure sitting in a padded chair working at some of the controls. Probably trying to use the radio thought Omega Woman. The light in the pod was dim and it took Omega Woman a few seconds to realize that the figure was that of a large blonde haired male. She had not thought to ask Phantasia about the gender of the pilot, but more than likely this was the cowardly villain she had named Christoff the Cruel. She must have made some sound at this realization as the man suddly spun around to stare at her. "Valusian!" screamed the man and before Omega Woman could say or do anything, he sprang to his feet and punched her hard in the face. If that was Christoff, he certainly is strong thought Omega Woman as she flew backwards into the forest and landed a good hundred yards away. Luckily she had somehow missed smashing directly into any of the tree trunks and had received only a few glancing blows as she tumbled around like a steel ball in a old fashioned pinball machine. Still, the force of the blow itself would have killed any nonaphrodite. Omega Woman got to her feet and dusted some dirt and leaves from her costume, absentmindedly tucking one of her boobs back under cover from its exposed position following the rough landing. Well now it's my turn, thought Omega Woman as she sprinted back towards the pod, concerned about having left Phantasia alone with the fiend. "I see you have found local allies," Christoff was saying to Phantasia as Omega Woman neared. "They won't be able to protect you from me and ...". Whatever else he was going to say was cutoff as Omega Woman crashed into view and smashed a right hook into his jaw and sent the man flying on an almost perfect inverse trajectory to her own recent flight through the forest. "Stay here, I can handle him," called Omega Woman over her shoulder to Phantasia as she charged after Christoff. That indeed appeared to be the truth since the man seemed to lie unmoving on the forest floor. Well that was easy she thought, maybe too easy. As if to underline that thought, the leaves, bushes and tree branches began to rustle around the blonde heroine, even though there was only the barest of light breezes. "What the fuck?" asked Omega Woman to no one in particular as the noise grew louder and leaves, twigs, branches and other organic debris began to all gather into a growing vortex. The sound hit a crescendo and the vortex stopped to reveal a large, humanoid figure. It had a head, two arms and two legs, but there were no facial features on that head and it was green from head to foot with the odd bit of brown or gray as if from some dead leaf or twig. The other notable feature was the hard, erect cock between its thick legs. That cock was pointed unerringly in Omega Woman's direction. "I don't know who or what you are," said Omega Woman, standing with her hands on her wide hips, "but as far as I know we don't have a quarrel, so why not keep it that way?" There was no reply from the thing, which had no mouth and it began to move purposefully towards Omega Woman who had a pretty good idea what that purpose was. She glanced over at the seemingly unconscious Christoff. This had to be some trick of his she reasoned. Perhaps he was faking unconsciousness or else this was some monstrous creation of his subcconscious. Whatever it was, the creature reached out large hands towards the blonde to try and embrace her, but she nimbly moved away. "ok, if you want to play rough, I can do that too," said Omega Woman who reared back and aimed a haymaker at the thing's head. To her surprise, the seemingly clumsy creature moved its head swiftly to one side so that her punch missed and then it grasped her arm and flipped her over to land hard enough on her back to knock the wind out of her lungs. In a flash the creature was on top of Omega Woman pinning her to the ground and she could feel that massive green cock rubbing over her stomach as the thing began to tear at her costume. Out popped her mammoth boobs in their usual record time and the plant thing gave them each a hard squeeze with one of its green hands before pulling down Omega Woman's bottoms. "Hey, I'm not that easy," snarled Omega Woman as she managed to pull her legs back and kicked the thing off her, sending it flying hard into the mossy bark of a large tree. The creature didn't seem to notice the impact and Omega Woman watch some of the moss and tree bark add to the size and mass of the thing. Back on her feet, Omega Woman ignored her scattered costume and stood there naked except for her boots and mask once more, but this time with her fists clenched and mayham on her mind instead of love making. "Ok, enough Ms. Nice Girl. You come at me again and I will turn you into compost!" The creature didn't have ears to hear the threat and it probably wouldn't listen anyway as it started towards her. Omega Woman started to stride to meet the thing, but she was so focussed on it that she never saw the tangle of vines and branches that suddenly wrapped around her lower legs and she fell to her knees on the ground. As she tried to get up, the plant thing was on her and landed one, two, three powerful punches that left the blonde heroine staggered and dazed. Powerful hands then seized Omega Woman and turned her over onto her hands and knees. Before she could recover, the blonde felt something hard and thick rub against her pussy and then push inside. "No!" she managed to gasp and struggle forward to free herself, but it was of no avail as massive hands anchored her in place and the plant creature's cock skewered her pussy, burying itself to the hilt inside her. "Phantasia, help me," called Omega Woman as she felt the creature begin to thrust in and out of her with increasing force and speed. She knew she needed to get free before the damn Aphrodite Gene took over and forced her to enjoy this humiliating rape. Phantasia stepped into view, touching the green amulet that Omega Woman suddenly realized was the same colour as the creature currently fucking her. "You called?" said Phantasia with a broad smile on her face as she watched Omega Woman's large breasts swinging back and forth in time to the thrusting of the plant thing. Omega Woman glanced once more at the unconscious Christoff and then back to Phantasia and her amulet. "This, this creature is your doing?" she asked,. "Why?" "Well as much fun as you were," replied Phantasia, "you were bound to figure things out sooner or later. We were Christoff's prisoners, but he is a Law Enforcement Officer on our world. My sisters and I were being transported to a prison world which happens to be in your little, backwater solar system. We managed to escape from our cells, but as I said, before the ship was badly damaged in the process which forced everyone to flee in the escape pods. Now that I have had a chance to examine your world, I think it will be ideal for us to dominate, especially if you are the best this miserable mudball has to offer in the way of heroines." "You won't get away with this," gasped Omega Woman aeven as the plant thing took a firm hold on her boobs to pull itself deeper inside her and redouble the intensity of its thrusts. Phantasia yawned. "been there, heard those words before. You do gooders really need to get some new lines. Now I am off to locate my sisters which should be easy to do with this," and she bent down to pluck the GPS tracker off Omega Woman's wrist. "Fuck her to death," Phantasia ordered the creature which paused briefly in its jack hammer fucking of the heroine to nod its head in acknowlledgement of its orders. Omega Woman had her first climax just as the woman disappeared from her view. Shortly after that, she felt a large surge of sticky fluid into her pussy. Omega Woman hadn't seen any balls on the thing, but apparently it didn't need them to generate spunk. Omega Woman could feel herself weakening as the sperm of the thing and her own orgasm flooded through her body. She needed to get free soon or Phantasia's last command might become a reality. She felt the thing's cock pull back out of her pussy and that by itself triggered another small orgasm. Once more she was flipped round and suddenly the large cock was shoved into her mouth as the large hands gripped the back of her head and forced the member deeper and deeper until it pushed into the heroine's throat, clearly disstending the skin to an observer if there were any but the unconscious Christoff. Omega Woman could taste her own juices mixed with the sap like cum of the creature and felt it begin to pull her mouth up and down on its thick shaft. The powerful heroine fought to breathe as the creature's cock hammered in and out of her mouth and she tried to formulate a counter attack. With each orgasm, Omega Woman knew her strength would decrease, but maybe her success depended more on one of her other powers. Wraping her arms tightly around the ass of the thing fucking her face instead of trying to punch it, Omega Woman called on her power of flight and took to the air rising higher and higher up until she was well above the tree tops. As soon as she and the thing left the ground, she could feel it weakening as if it relied on contact with the ground for its massive strength. In fact the higher she went, the weaker it seemed to get. When they were a mile up, the thing seemed to be almost lifeless, its cock no longer thrusting in and out of her mouth and actually starting to go limp. Omega Woman spat the thing out of her mouth with disgust and then loosened her grip on the plant creature which plummeted to the ground below without a sound. When Omega Woman swooped down to investigate where it had fallen, all she found was a pile of leaves, twigs and other debris. Looking around, Omega Woman saw no sign of Phantasia or even the recumbrant Christoff who had apparently awoken sometime during her rape and vanished, probably assuming her to be in league with his former prisoners. "Well this is a fuck of a mess," observed Omega Woman to herself as she consider not only what had happened but the greenish white looking gunk still driping out of her pussy. * * * Lisa trudged despondantly along the side of the highway, or so her translator said the thing was called by the humans who populated this backwater world. Primitive fossil fueled powered vehicles moved along it in near endless numbers, sending their pollution load into the atmosphere, but so far none of them had seemed inclined to stop and give her a ride. She could not believe what a total and utter fool she had been to believe Phantasia's lies. She knew it wasn't totally her fault as the Valusian Gene gave its owners the ability to project desire and lust into even the most celibate of monks, but that was not much consolation for being stranded on this planet. Even if she could have got the damaged subspace radio in her escape pod to work, what good would it have done her? Law Enforcement Officers like that 'Act First Think Later' oaf of a Christoff would just toss her in the same prison they had intended for the six escapees. They would be even more sure of her guilt now that her holo projector had been also damaged in the crash. The former pilot of Prison Transport Flight #412 looked down at herself and grimaced. When she had first showed signs of having the dreaded Valusian Gene, her parents had devised the holo projector to protect her secret. As her beauty increased along with the size of her breasts and ass, the holo projector had made her look like a normal non Valusian to the world. Valusians were both feared and widely discriminated against on her world. Depending on which side you believed, either the Valusians had always been evil bitches who sought wealth, power and world domination, or they had been forced into that role by the terrible discrimination inflicted on them by those jealous and afraid of their beauty and powers. Lisa didn't think she was evil, so she was somewhat inclined towards the latter viewpoint, but no one was likely to listen to anything she said after this debacle. It was probably her guilt over her hidden Valusian nature and the normal life it had given her that had awoken her sympathies for the dribble that Phantasia had spewed. She had helped the prisoners to escape their cells, and her reward had been to be almost murdered by the bitch. Christoff might not be the brightest star in the galaxy when it came to thinking but he did know how to fight and the resulting fight with Phantasia and her 'sisters' had wrecked the ship and forced them all to flee in escape pods. Nowe she was stranded and anyone seeing the huge blobes of soft tit flesh stretching the silver top of her pilot's suit would easily identify her as one of the outlawed Valusians. Things just couldn't get any worse she thought and then she heard the screech of brakes as one of the huge vehicles pulled to a stop beside her. "Hey little lady, need a ride?" called a male human as he leaned towards her, speaking through the rolled down passenger window. * * * The plant creature had so shredded her costume that there was no sense in trying to put on the pieces and so Omega Woman had been forced into the humiliating act of flying back naked to Delta City to get a spare costume and a second GPS tracker from Professor Worder. From the way he looked at her, she suspected her picture on the wall would get another glazing once she had left. Well that would give the grad students something to do she thought bitterly. The third escape pod that had landed near Delta City had been on the other side of a busy highway and was empty when Omega Woman found it. It was time she decided for Cameron Drake to report in and get military forces to the other crash sites to check them out. She rather suspected that would be a futile gesture and all they would find would be empty pods. Phantasia had demonstrated the ability to control plant life, even create some sort of pseudo life from it. Omega Woman wondered how extensive the woman's powers were and whether the other five escapees had similar powers. She had a sinking feeling that she and the other She Legion members might be finding out about that in the near future. Christoff might be able to help them, but probably at the moment, he wasn't likely to feel kindly disposed to someone who had punched him in the jaw even if he had struck first. * * * Christoff sat back comfortably in the passenger seat of the car that had stopped to give him a ride and paid only slight attention to the ramblings of the human woman driving. He glanced again at her chest to assure himself she was not a Valusian and relaxed a bit more at the sight of what at most were B cups. He was stranded on this miserable planet, but he still had a duty to fulfill. He would capture and somehow deliver the escapees to their prison planet or die trying. If capture was not possible, then the escapees would have to be killed as they were far to dangerous to remain at large. If any of the inhabitants of this planet got in his way, they would suffer the same fate. From the looks of things, this planet was also infested with the Valusian vermin which would only make his task more difficult. * * * "I gotta pull in here and get a cup of Java before I fall asleep at the wheel," said Brad as he turned his eighteen wheeler into the Husky Truck Stop. "You want one?" he asked as he took another leer at the huge tits of the girl beside him in the cab. Lisa ran a query on the word 'Java' through her embedded translator. It seemed unlikely he was referring to some computer programming language or an island nation, so he must be talking about a form of liquid refreshment known for its mild stimulant effects. Well, as the old saying went, when on Deneb IV, do what the Denebians do and hope no one took pictures to show the folks back home. "Yes, please I would love some Java," she told Brad. Returning from the restaurant, Brad gave the dumb bitch his most innocent smile as he handed her the cup of spiked coffee. He had played out this scene a few dozen times over the years. Pick up a good looking hitchhiker, put a few little white pills in her coffe and when they were nice and woozy, guide them into the sleeper in the back of his cab and fuck their brains out. The pills also affected their memory, so they could never remember anything about what he or his truck looked like. It was totally safe and this time he had hit the jackpot. He had never been overly picky about his victims. As long as they weren't too ugly and had a pussy to put his dick in then they were fine by him, but this girl was gorgeous with the biggest rack he had ever seen. Sure enough, the girl was not much more than half done her coffee when she began to look dizzy and put a hand to her spinning head. "I don't feel so good," said Lisa, wishing the world would stop spinning. Had she taken a blow to the head when the escape pod crashed. She couldn't remember doing so, but then memory loss would be another symptom of a concussion. "Maybe you had better have a lie down," suggested Brad helpfully. "Here, let me help you to the bed I have behind the seats. Maybe you are just dehydrated from being out in the sun or something like that and just need a little nap." "That's very nice of you," said Lisa weakly and let herself be guided into the back of the cab and the smelly bunk that Brad hadn't bothered to clean in three years. Brad seemed like a nice guy she thought and she must have been imagining him staring at her boobs earlier. Why was he starting to remove her uniform though? Maybe he just figured she would be more comfortable that way. What a nice man she thought dreamily. Brad opened up the tight fitting silver top of the woman's clothes. It was shiny and silvery, almost like some kind of very thin spacesuit he thought, but it certainly was wellbeyond the technology of earth if that was what it was. He laughed to himself at this fancy. It was probably something fashionable in Los Angeles and not what it looked like at all. I mean, what would some alien chick be doing hitchiking around here? Then when Braqd caught sight of those volleyball sized boobs that popped out of the top, he forgot about everything else and went to work on them. Mmmm, that massage feels nice thought Lisa as she felt a pair of large hands squeezing and playing with her tits. Brad is such a nice, thoughtful man who really knows how to treat a girl well. She then lifted her ass up slightly to let him pull the rest of her suit down and off, leaving her naked. A nice shaved cunt, saw Brad as he got the suit off. I love shaved pussy the best he gloated to himself and began to remove his own clothes. There was just one problem with Brad's plan as he soon discovered. The dosage of drug he had given Lisa would have kept a human woman happy and compliant for hours while he had his fun. The higher metabolism of the Valusians, however processed and neutralized the drug much quicker. Thus Brad had just shoved his cock into Lisa's pussy and begun to fuck her when the drugs wore off. "What the fuck?" sputtered Lisa as she came back to herself, looked up at Brad's ugly face and felt his cock fucking her. Lisa had been in enough spaceport bars to know immediatly what had happened to her and she let out a growl. She wrapped her long, muscular legs around Brad, not to embrace him in lust, but to start squeezing. She kept on squeezing while Brad screamed in pain and finally passed out. Tossing his body off her and giving his testicles a hard knee, Lisa found her suit and got dressed. She had seen Brad drive this primitive vehicle and she was a licensed starship pilot who had flown a dozen different faster than light craft. This should be easy. Lisa dumped Brad's naked body out onto the gravel parking lot and climbed behind the wheel. She took a few seconds to study the primitive controls one more time and put the truck into motion. There was a loud crashing sound as the truck nearly obliterated a little Nissan car. Ooops, that was a little embarrassing Lisa thought as she rectified her mistake and got the truck moving forward. It was a good thing there hadn't been anyone in the car to see her fuck up. Probably a good thing for the car owner as well she reflected as she got up to speed and turned onto the highway. "Delta City: 10 miles" proclaimed the sign as Lisa flashed past it doing 100 miles an hour. That part of the sign she understood, but she puzzled over the rest of it. "Home of Ms. Americana?" That must have been the brunette pictured on the sign. The puzzling part was why a city would display an image to welcome visitors of a large breasted naked woman sucking on a huge mouth filling cock. Maybe this Delta City was more like Deneb IV than she had realized. The End