Tales From Delta City #7: New Beginnings By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Lady Sarah Kraft, Amazing Babe (jessica Lockheart), Jungle Babe, Shield (Carla Rodgers), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Cameron Drake), Power Lass, Champion Girl, Wolf Woman, Lady Midnight (Angela Greer) and Azure Angel are the creation and property of Mr. X. Dragon Queen, Elsa and Kitty Kat who get a mention in this story are also the property of Mr. X. As far as I can recall, all other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what I have depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Holly Dwindle woke up when her plane dropped screaming out of the sky hurtling towards the ocean a few miles out of Delta City. The screaming didn't just come from stressed metal and engines, but from all the people around her. She supposed the only reason she wasn't screaming along with the rest of them was that she had been asleep, lured into dreams by the latest bad Star Wars movie as Disney tried to flog their latest cash cow to the masses. The former British customs agent glanced out the window and blinked her eyes at what she swore she had seen and then decided she had more important priorities than doubting her eyes. Holly closed her eyes and concentrated which wasn't easy as the glance out the window had shown the implacablesurface of the ocean coming nearer at an alarming rate. She had never tried her gravity power on anything nearly the size of a 747, but there is a first time for everything in life, or a last time she reflected grimly. Sweat beaded Holly's forehead as she reached out with her power and enveloped the plane. It fought against her like a living thing, but she persevered and slowly the rate of their descent decreased. Holly gave a soft moan of pain as it felt like her brain was about to split open and the plane stopped falling and began to rise again slowly. Afterwards, she would hear accounts from other passengers who would swear that the waves on the ocean's surface had splashed against the underside of the plane at its lowest point. For her part, Holly was unconscious when the plane finally landed safely at Delta City International and would wake up in hospital with a migraine so intense, she was sure her brain had been boiled into mush. * * * "Sources tell me that the 747 was inbound from London to Delta City when it encountered a downdraft of unprecedented magnitude. The plane was able to make a near miraculous recovery and land safely at Delta City International. There were no fatalities, but a number of people had to be taken to hospital with injuries sustained from falls or objects falling on them. This is Tonya O'Donnell reporting from the Delta City International Airport. Now back to Chet Cheston in our studio for more coverage on this near tragedy." Brenda Wade was about to turn the television in her office off when she stopped abruptly to stare at the screen. Instead of the smug face of Chet Cheston, a blonde woman with green highlights in her hair and wearing, or nearly not wearing, a skimpy green costume appeared on the screen. "Citizens of Delta City," said the woman with a very serious expression on her face. "You have just heard about an example of our power. We could just as easily have crashed that plane and killed everyone aboard it, but in our mercy we decided to spare it. We will not be so generous again. I demand the surrender of this city to my sisters and me. Failure to do so will result in the deaths of thousands or as many as it takes for you to see reason. I am Phantasia, and I will be obeyed or you will die. The choice is yours." The woman was replaced on the screen by Chet Cheston, who was in mid leer and quite obviously not aware he was back on the air live. "Did you see the boobs on that bitch Jimmy?" he said to his producer who was off camera. "I would love to put my cock between those babies and jizz all over them. Her tits are almost as big as Ms. Ameriwhores." Suddenly he put his hand to the ear bud in his right ear and his face changed suddenly. "Im what? Oh, er welcome back everyone to the coverage of the near crash at Delta City International. I was er just reading some of the gross and vulgar comments that came in over Twitter on the event. We are expecting a report from Megan Fitzpatrick at any moment on the reaction of the Mayor, state and federal officials to the demands of the terrorists. In the meantime, we have this amusing cat video for you to watch." * * * Carol Papillion stepped nervously into the conference room with her tray of coffe, mugs and muffins. She wondered if there was an equivalent to being an accomplice after the fact for murder when it came to world conquest and decided it would probably just be called treason. If she was lucky, she would get a chance to take up smoking before they shot her. She had thought the men she had worked for in the past at Erotica Video were ruthless, but they looked like Sunday School teachers compared to the six women who sat around the table in the conference room. Carol wished she could make a run for it, but figured that would give her the life expectancy of an ice cube at ground zero of a nuclear blast. Hell, they had already tried to hijack the city with a stolen nuke and only the sudden appearance of that new heroine had kept a mushroom cloud from blossoming over downtown Delta City. Ruthless and fucking insane, thought Carol as she put the tray on the table. Oh for the good old days when all she had to do was suck cock and lick pussy. "Hey, you took the only one with chocolate chips," complained the brown haired one called Oreone as Phantasia made a lightning quick lunge at the pile of muffins. "You snooze, you lose," laughed Phantasia. "I don't like raisens," complained Oreone looking at the muffin in her hand. "And I don't know what the other stuff in this muffin is. It tastes awful and makes me go to the bathroom." "You touched it, so you can't put it back," said Hydrangea as she watched Oreone go to put the bran muffin back on the plate. "No one wants your cooties." "Fine," snarled Oreone who took a bite out of the muffin, made a face and threw the rest of it at Carol's head where it bounced off and rolled somewhere under the table. "Next time you stupid bitch get more of the chocolate chip kind." "yes ma'am," said Carol meekly as she began to pour coffee. "Yuck, this coffee tastes like dog piss," said the purple haired Zoolen. "Oh? Is that what you use your powers for dear?" asked the red haired Pyria. "I mean with your command over all animals, the best you can do is get them to piss in a cup for you to drink?" "Very funny," snapped Zoolen. "It is so funny you might wake up with a horse's head in your bed one of these nights, along with the rest of the horse. I hope you can handle a cock that big." "There is nothing wrong with the coffe," said Hydrangea looking at Zoolen. "Put something in it if you don't like it and she gestured at the little packets on the tray. "Which is the sweet one again?" said Zoolen reaching towards the tray. "I keep forgetting." "It's the stuff marked 'Salt'," said Pyria and handed Zoolen a few packets. "Thanks," said Zoolen and poured three of the packets into her coffee and took another sip. The mouthful of coffee spewed from her mouth all over the table. "You stupid fucking bitch!" screamed Zoolen and began to climb out of her chair to go after the laughing Pyria. "Enough already," snapped Phantasia and she turned to the platinum blonde in the white version of their skimpy costume. "What the hell happened with that plane Airianna? I told you to crash the motherfucking thing as an object lesson. I had to go on their primitive television after it landed safely and pretend it was because of our compassion. I nearly choked on the words. Compassion is for losers." "Fuck if I know," replied Airianna after chewing and swallowing a mouthful of her cranberry lemon muffin. "I created the biggest fucking vortex under that plane and it was seconds away from being a smear on the ocean surface when it floated back up." "Maybe it was the work of one of these local so called heroines?" suggested Oreone as she regarded the pile of muffins intently before selecting another one. When it turned out to be carrot, she made a face and would have thrown this one at Carol too, but didn't when she got a warning look from Phantasia. Nobody knew we were going to attack that plane," pointed out Phantasia. "Besides, none of those sluts have that kind of power. Most of them have nothing more than some small amount of enhanced strength and healing factor. They are totally inferior to us and their weakness probably explains why they are cooperating with their authorities instead of ruling this miserable mudball of a planet." "Well, I still don't know what happened then," replied Airianna. "What do we do now?" "We give them 24 hours and then we give them another little demonstration of our power," said Phantasia calmly. "Maybe something like a volcano where their city hall is or something like that." "I thought you said 48 hours on the television," said Oreone. "I lied," snickered Phantasia. "Now lets forget business for the moment. I need something more than a muffin to make me happy." Reaching out, the leader of the group grabbed Carol's arm and pulled her towards her. "Get under the table and lick my pussy bitch," "Me next," said Hydrangea as she watched their executive assistant and personal whore get down on her knees under the table and pull down Phantasia's skimpy bottoms. "Don't forget to pick up that horrible muffinwhen you are done," put in Oreone. ""leaving food around attracts animals you know." Carol just nodded and moved her head between Phantasia's spread thighs. Her tongue flicked out and found the woman's clit which drew an appreciative moan from the other woman. Around the table, the other five women removed their costumes and sat awaiting their turn. Well, this is a lot more like those good old days I wanted so badly a while ago, thought Carol as she shoved her tongue deep into Phantasia's slit. * * * Christoff was not a happy man. He was stranded on this primitive planet after allowing half a dozen extremely dangerous prisoners to escape and he was cut off with no way to call for help. The only good thing about that clusterfuck was that there was no one to court martial him for his sheer incompetence in the matter, a fact he was sure would be remedied once his superiors started looking for him and his overdue ship. Well that was the future and in the present, he still had his duty to do. Who knows, maybe if he managed to recapture the six prisoners before he was rescued, it might be enough to let him keep his job. The problem was that he was one man and it had taken hundreds of agents with highly sophisticated technology to capture the prisoners in the first place. He had a few gadgets that he had on him when he reached the escape pod and he had salvaged some equipment from the pod itself, but it wasn't much. He had been studying all aspects of this planet the natives called Earth in the last few weeks and as far as he could determine, a good analogy would be hunting the sea creature they called a Great White Shark with a penknive. He had been forced to watch when two of the prisoners, Phantasia and Hydrangea had attempted to take over the city using the help of some violent faction called the Fish Men and a primitive nuclear device. They had been thwarted by some of the human Valusians, no make that Aphrodites, he thought as he needed to get accustomed to using human terminology. The six prisoners were Aphrodites and very powerful ones. Christoff had grown up in the sure knowledge that Aphrodites were cunning, vicious, evil and not to be trusted for a second. All his training, all his instincts said Aphrodites were the enemy. The majority of the Aphrodites in this city seemed to be working on the side of law and order which went against everything he knew to be true. He had combed through their primitive electronic records and even the more primitive paper records which no one had used for centuries and they all told him the same story and that story was flatly impossible. If this 'She Legion' appeared to be fighting evil, it had to be part of some devious, long term plan of conquest. The one thing that still niggled him about his conclusion, however, came from those same electronic and printed records. Time after time, the local Aphrodites had suffered public humiliation in terms of sexual assault. That did not seem like an aspect of some devious strategy to gather power. Even more perplexing was evidence that many of those assaults which had been quite public seemed to have been forgotten by the average citizen and even the heroines themselves. It was like something erased many of the worst memories from the collective consciousness of people and that smacked of a level of technology well beyond that of Earth. Only his superior alien technology had allowed him to detect gaps in digital records or find where they had been overwritten and replaced. He had found one account where the seeming leader of this She Legion, Ms. Americana had been unmasked and put to work as a prostitute, but now no one seemed to have any memory of this event and Ms. Americana was definitely back and fighting crime. Or pretending to fight crime, he reminded himself sternly. You could never trust an Aphrodite. His thoughts going around in circles, Christoff returned his attention to his current surroundings. He had learned through careful observation that many of these so called heroines tended to operate at night, so he was on his own patrol to gather first hand evidence of their treachery. Now, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from one of the seemingly endless number of dirty alleys in the city and he hurried to investigate. * * * Night Raven had been watching from the rooftops when the old woman had exited the bank lobby after using the ATM, clutching her purse in a death grip. Goddess, how could people be so stupid as to do something like this? It was dangerous enough using the ATM in broad daylight without half a dozen armed guards, but after dark and by yourself? Night Raven had watched the almost inevitable happen as a couple of thugs had knocked the woman down, grabbed her purse and took off. She had stopped only long enough to make sure the old woman was not seriously hurt before taking off after the bastards. The woman had babbled an almost incoherant story about a sick granddaughter who needed a prescription and the debit machines at the pharmacy were down and the bank had only been a block away and how much she loved her only granddaughter. Night Raven was kicking herself as she ran. Sometimes people weren't stupid, they were just desperate and maybe she shouldn't be so quick to pronounce judgement in the future. The heroine was rapidly gaining on the two perps as they ducked into an alley. It was a deadend as the morons had just discovered and they were forced to turn and fight. Good luck with that thought Night Raven. Taking out two common thugs like these wouldn't even require her to break a sweat. One of them pulled out a knive and lunged at her as she closed with them. Night Raven side stepped the thrust easily and chopped down at his wrist causing him to swear and drop the blade that she kicked away. The second goon aimed a punch at her head which she ducked and then delivered her own punch to his gut which doubled him up. This was way too easy. Night Raven sensed a third person entering the alley and started to glance back to see if this newcomer was a threat when she felt her entire body suddenly become paralyzed and she fell to the dirty ground. * * * Looking down the alley, Christoff saw one of the local Aphrodites beating up a pair of citizens. It was just as he had suspected, these so called heroines spent their nights terrorizing innocents, while not as long as he was around they wouldn't. This particular Aphrodite looked like the one they called Night Raven. According to the tampered digital records he had found, her real name was Lydia Borden and was actually the daughter of the Police Commissioner though her father and the rest of the city seemed unaware of her secret identity. That would likely change after tonight, Christoff vowed as he took the small paralyzer gun from his belt and fired it at the black clad woman, though there was certainly not much covering provided by the skimpy outfit. The two men looked surprised when Night Raven suddenly collapsed, then they looked at the mouth of the alley and saw Christoff holding the small gun. "Hey thanks man," said one of the pair. Now that Christoff took the time to look at the men closer, he saw the speaker had a large scar on the right side of his face from his ear to the corner of his mouth. The other man was rather pudgy and still somewhat out of breath from the chase. "Yeah, we really appeciate what you did man," said Pudgy. "These bitches are pretty tough. To show you our gratitude, you can have a go at her too." With that, the man reached down and abruptly ripped off Night Raven's top and let her large, round breasts spill out into the dim light that penetrated the grimy alley. Christoff stood there befuddled. What did they mean about having a go at her? Then he saw Pudgy rip off the woman's top and Scarface do likewise with her bottoms. Almost as if they had practiced this maneuvre before, they had their cocks out before the confused Law Enforcement Officer could figure out what was going on. Scarface picked up Night Raven's ankles and stepped between her legs to slide his cock into her pussy with one hard thrust. "Oh the slut is wet," he moaned. "I always heard that fighting turns the bitches on, but I wasn't sure I believed it until now." "Well lets see how much she likes sucking cock then," laughed Pudgy as he shoved his member between Night Raven's slack lips and began to face fuck her as hard as he could. "Sweet," he moaned as his cock pushed into Night Raven's throat. Christoff stared at this sight for several long seconds, watching the two men fuck Night Raven's mouth and pussy. He had certainly never intended for this to happen. His eyes fell on the purse, certainly a woman's purse that the two men had dropped in their short fight with the woman. Fuck, he had made yet another mistake in what seemed like a long line of mistakes lately. He pressed a button on the gun and the nerve paralysis of Night Raven abruptly vanished. Night Raven was perilously close to an orgasm when her body suddenly resumed its ability to respond to her mental commands. She had to act quickly while she still could. She knew from too many past experiences that if she climaxed, she would become a mindless and willing fuck slut for these assholes. She pulled one leg free of the rapist between her legs and then drove her free foot into his gut with all her strength and sent him crashing backwards, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a loud pop. With all the training and skill of an Olympic class gymnast, Night Raven twisted her legs up to wrap around the head of the man fucking her mouth and tossed him after his partner. The two men scrambled to their feet and seeing the angry heroine also getting to her feet and moving towards them,stuffed their dicks back into their pants and legged it out of the alley. Night Raven started to go after the before remembering her state of undress and turned back to grab her costume. By the time she had managed to tie the remmnants aroun her enough for some dignity, the two men and the other unknown man had all vanished. Sighing, Night Raven picked up the purse, made sure the money was still there and headed back to find the old woman and escort her to the pharmacy. * * * Christoff wandered aimlessly down the streets of Delta City, his head swimming. His inadvertant actions had resulted in a woman getting raped. That was intolerable. it didn't matter that the woman was an devious, evil Aphrodite. There had to be law and order, not ad hoc justice. He still wasn't sure what exactly had happened. Maybe the two men had stolen the purse and the woman had tried to steal it from them in turn? Maybe it had been the other way around and she had stolen the purse then been jumped by the two men? His brain shied away from the third possibility that she had been merely trying to recover the purse from a victim of the two men. That was impossible. Everyone knew Aphrodites were evil. The troubled law enforcement officer turned a corner and ran into a wall. At least that was what it had seemed like at first and it took him a few moments to realize he had run into another man. Christoff was not a small man and he was in excellent shape, but the man he had run into seemed to be one hundred percent muscle. The blonde man with a hint of gray at the temples reached out a large hand and steadied Christoff. "Sorry friend, I guess I came around the corner a little hastily," said the man. "No, it was my fault," replied Christoff with a grimace. "I was so busy thinking about things, I really wasn't watching where I was going." "Fair enough," we all have our troubles these days," rumbled the man. The blonde man gave Christoff another penetrating look. The man looked clearly troubled and his clothes looked like they had seen better days and probably come from a Salvation Army Thrift Store and the discount bin at that. "Can I buy you a beer friend? I was just heading for a place where I work and was running a bit late which was why I was in such a hurry. My name is Steve by the way." Christoff hesitated and then nodded his head in acceptance of the offer. "Im Christoff and maybe a drink and a place to sit and think for a bit wouldn't be a bad idea." Steve clapped the dark haired man on the shoulder as they headed off down the street. "I think you will like this place. I have to tell you it is by invitation only. We get a lot of customers who are trying to get away from some things and need a little sanctuary. People are welcome as long as they don't cause trouble and respect others." "Sounds good to me at the moment," replied Christoff, matching his stride to that of the other man. * * * "I've been flying over the city for hours and I didn't get a glimpse of those women," said Champion Girl as she walked into the conference room at She Legion HQ. "Well at least you weren't on your feet all that time," grumbled Lady Midnight as she entered just behind the blonde and sat down in a chair, propping her aching feet on the oak table. "I've been all over the seediest dives and dumps in this town and didn't find out a thing. None of my snitches has a clue about where to find them." "Well, it's not like they are just sitting in a boardroom somewhere in downtown Delta City plotting their conquest," said a tired Ms. Americana at the head of the table. "I mean they have to be hiding out somewhere." "Somewhere is a big place," said Champion Girlas she sat down and glared at Lady Midnight's feet. "You might want to consider some odor eaters in those boots," she said pointedly. "Sorry," said Lady Midnight as she removed her tired feet from the table. "Maybe one of the others like Night Raven will have had more luck." "My luck was all bad," said Night Raven coming into the room and all heads turned to regard the heroine and her rather disheveled state. "Don't ask," she said sticking out her tongue before taking a seat. "Oh oh, one of those days," snickered Wolf Woman. "I hope you had fresh batteries in your depregorizer." Night Raven started to retort, but Ms. Americana put up a hand to forestall any bickering. "We are all tired, so lets not waste any of the energy we have fighting with each other. If we don't know where those women are, maybe we can go about the problem from another angle. Why didn't that plane crash? I really didn't buy Phantasia's BS about how they spared it out of the goodness of their tiny little hearts." "Well, I had some success with that line of inquiry," said Omega Woman coming into the room with an unfamiliar heroine in tow. The woman accompanying Omega Woman wore a skimpy pumpkin orange outfit with chocolate brown mask, belt and boots. "Care to explain that statement?" asked Ms. Americana, "and who is your friend?" "Well in my civilian identity, I had access to the plane and the passengers," said Omega Woman. "Being somewhat of a snoop, I was looking through the carryon luggage left behind when they did an emergency exit and I found what looked like a superheroine costume. I put two and two together and traced down the owner at the hospital. Everyone, please meet Ms. Holly Dwindle or Gravity Girl. It was her who saved that plane." Omega Woman turned to Holly and smiled. "Sorry about using your secret identity, but everyone here will keep it secret. I wish I could return the courtesy, but I have to be cautious and get to know you better first." "It's ok," said Gravity Girl with a timid smile. "You don't know me, so I can understand the need to be careful and your finding my costume kind of blew my secret identity out of the water." "I made sure no one else outside of my fellow heroines learned what I found," Omega Woman assured her. "That was a pretty damn good job you did saving that plane," said Ms. Americana. Somehow I get the feeling it wasn't just coincidence that you were on the plane though." Holly shrugged. "Yes and no," she said. "It was a coincidence I was on that plane, but I came to Delta City following the women behind it. I thought for a second that I was losing my mind, but I saw one of them standing on a cloud watching the plane take a nosedive." "Really?" asked Ms. Americana. "What can you tell us about these four women? We only know the names and powers of two of them so far. Phantasia has control over plant life and Hydrangea over anything to do with water. What do you know about the other four?" "Not much I am afraid," replied Holly. "I met them in my civilian identity as a customs inspector and didn't see them using their powers. The one I saw outside the plane was the platinum blonde Airianna. The others called themselves Zoolen Pyria and Oreone. I have no clue what their powers are, but Airianna seems to control things like air and wind judging by what she did to the plane." "Those don't sound like real names," said Lady Midnight thoughtfully. Almost more like names derived from their powers, but after being fed through a crappy translator. You know Airianna has "air" powers, Hydrangea is well a bush, but "hydro" means water and er maybe Phantasia should have been Plantasia?" "That makes sense," said Green Spectre. "What does that mean for the powers of the other three?" "Well there seems to be a element theme," replied Lady Midnight. "You remember the Greeks said there were four elements, Earth, Air,Fire and Water." "I thought that was Earth, Wind and Fire?" said Flag Girl sticking up her hand as if in a classroom. "That was a rock group," said Ms. Americana rolling her eyes. "Have you been skipping classes again?" "Well we have seen water and air in Hydrangea and Airianna," said Lady Midnight ignoring the interchange between Ms. Americana and her sidekick. "That would leave Earth and Fire for two of the others." "Pyro is latin for fire," put in Omega Woman, "so not hard to guess we have fire based powers for Pyria." "Ore, is kind of like dirt isn't it?" asked Flag Girl who felt some diversion from her attendance record was required at this point. "That kind of like makes Oreone the earth bitch or something." "Zoolen, seems simple enough then," said Lady Midnight. "If we have someone capable of commanding plants, then a natural counterpart would be someone who could command animals." "Oh great, does that mean I get fucked by monkies again?" asked Flag Girl petulantly. "I don't remember hearing about that adventure," said Amazing Babe arching an eyebrow. "It is er irrelevant to the current situation," said Ms. Americana quickly. "Well we seem to have a handle on what kind of powers we might be facing, but so far that doesn't seem to be helping much with finding where they are hiding out?" "The Zoo?" suggested Spectre Girl. "Well you can go check out the monkey house is all I can say then," said Flag Girl, "and for that matter you can check into the zebras and the hippos too! Spectre Girl goggled at her friend and was about to demandmore details when she caught the look her mother was shooting her and shut her mouth. "Well what now then?" asked Got Gal. It is not like someone is going to phone us and tell us is it?" As soon as she had stopped speaking, flag Girl's pphone rang. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the busty blonde sidekick. Listening to Flag Girl's phone conversations could often be entertaining, not to mention educational as she often seemed to forget she wasn't working under the cone of silence. "Yes this is Flag Girl," Pause. "No, I didn't put my name and number in stall 3 of the Center Street Cluck in a Bucket washroom." Pause. "Oh wait, there was that time when I skipped out of History class to go to the mall shopping for a new purse the morning after the all night frat party when I had told Ms. A that I was studying with a friend." Pause. "Yeah well thanks for calling. I will pass it on." Flag Girl disconnected and then noticed everyone staring at her. "What?" "When this is all over, you are going to be grounded until you are 30," said Ms. Americana. "Yeah, well I know where the evil baddies are," replied Flag Girl with a smirk. "I'' trade you that information for a 'Get out of grounding free card'." "Fine," said Ms. Americana through gritted teeth. "But your grades better damn well be good on the next report card or 30 will seem like the new 50." "And who was it who phoned you?" asked Green Spectre. "She said her name, but I forgot it " said Flag Girl as she sucked on a finger trying to remember. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. She said the six women we are looking for have rented the seventh floor of the Haskins Building on Center Street. Whoever it was that phoned said she was sent out to get them lunch. She then said something about having to remember to buy enough chocolate chip cookies for everyone this time." "What kind of morons who are plotting to take over the city rent out office space in a downtown office building?" demanded Ms. Americana. "What kind of morons couldn't find them there is a better question," muttered Lady Midnight. * * * Carol Papllion disconnected from her call just as the teen at the counter of the Cluck in a Bucket called her order number. "That's me," she called as she tossed the numbered slip on the counter and picked up the order. She made a quick inspection of the bag to make sure the cookies were there in the correcr amount. For once in her life, she had done the right thing instead of the easy thing she thought as she headed for the door. It should make her feel good, but all she felt was the need to go put on clean panties. * * * Cristoff felt like some type of religious holy man who had signed up for a tour and found out everyone else on the spaceship with him was a prostitute. Ok, considering the numerous sex scandals involving religious leaders around the galaxy in the last few centuries alone, that might not be the best analogy he had ever come up with. On the other hand, it just might be he thought as he sat in a booth drinking this thing called a beer with Steve in this place he called Sanctuary. He had learned that the capital S was needed if nothing else. Looking around, it seemed that every woman in this place was an Aphrodite. There was the bartender Trudy with her rather low cut top that showed enough cleavage to make at least a difficult run on a ski resort. Still, she had been friendly and her flirty behaviour had been more welcoming than threatening. In some ways, she reminded him of his grade six Calculus teacher back home though with Trudy in front of the class, he doubted many of the students could have concentrated on learning differentiation and integration. Next was Carla, the woman who had brought them their beers. She and Steve had exchanged good natured barbs which was not the typical behaviour of the aphrodites he had known at home and there was no doubting with a body like hers that she was an Aphrodite. Christoff then let his gaze rove over to the young woman who sat alone at a table knitting. An unmistakable Aphrodite despite her blindness as well and yet Steve and everyone in the place seemed to treat her with total respect. The law enforcement officer looked at the extremely ugly dog under the girl's table and blinked to clear his vision. He could have sworn the dog's eyes had glowed red for a second. Maybe this beer stuff was stronger than he had realized. Over at another table was the oddest pair Christoff had ever seen. A hulking monster of what might generously be called a man sat eating chicken wings with a truly stunning blonde. The only thing an Aphrodite like that would do with a creature like that on his home world was to have his skin turned into a handbag, though in this case it would have to be a rather slimy handbag thought Christoff. A couple of other Aphrodites who Steve had introduced as Chloe and Juanita were playing a video game of some sort on a Y Box or whatever it was called. Steve noticed Christoff looking around the room and raised an eyebrow. "You look puzzled. They don't have bars like this back home where you come from?" Christoff switched his gaze back to his companion and took a sip of his beer to collect his thoughts. Had he said anything about where he had come from? He didn't think so. "Er, bars yes, but most, if not all of the women here appear to be Aphrodites." Steve grinned. "It is a little hard for them to disguise that fact isn't it? That's sort of the main reason for this place though. It is a place where they can hang out without being attacked. A place where they can relax and have fun." "But," Christoff began an automatic protest and then snapped his mouth shut. Steve didn't say anything, but just arched that eyebrow again as if inviting him to go on. "Er, it's just that where I come from, Aphrodites are not highly regarded." "Well, they do take some getting used to I must admit," replied Steve after taking a sip of his beer. "They do have a reputation as being well somewhat loose if you understand my meaning. It's not their fault really. They are victims to a large extent of their genes that they can't control. You can't blame someone for being tall or having blue eyes or some genetic defect like a bad heart, so I figure it is the same with them. I have to admit I didn't always think that way, but when I got to know them better, I found out they are mostly nice people." "Some might call them evil," replied Christoff letting some of his inborn hostility surface before he could control it. "There are a few that ain't that nice," agreed Steve. "No one but an idiot would bed down with someone like Kitty Kat and then there is Dragon Queen who might or might not be an Aphrodite, but is most certainly insane. On the whole though, Aphrodites are a pretty decent bunch with a few rotton apples like most groups." "What about that woman who was on television earlier today?" challenged Christoff. "She and her so called sisters demanded the city surrender to them! She threatened to blow up the city with a bomb the last time." "I already said there are a few bad apples in any group," replied Steve calmly. "I heard those women were some kind of alien. I don't know how typical they are of their planet, but maybe something drove them to become what they are. We have had groups of people here on Earth who were considered bad or inferior. Sometimes you get treated bad too often and you want to strike back at those who hurt you or those you think are your enemies regardless of whether they are or not. Things can get messy then, but no group of people is all bad, no matter what the propaganda says. As for those women threatening the city, I wouldn't worry about it too much. I am sure the She Legion will look after things. Isn't that right Carla?" "No worries Steve," agreed Carla who had come to see if they wanted refills. "By the way, I just heard from Brenda and her friends who said they were planning a party tonight. I said we couldn't make it as we were on duty here tonight. She said she understood and that we would be missed, but our job here was too important." "Sounds good to me," agreed Steve and he looked back at Christoff. "Have you ever played shuffleboard? Kellog over there brought us a nice table. He brought the X Box too. I don't know where he finds these things, but the people here appreciate his generosity." "Kellog?" asked Christoff. "The er rather large fellow with the blonde?" "That's him," agreed Steve. "Come on, I will teach you how to play and the loser buys the next beer. Whatever you do, don't let Chloe suck you into playing a game for stakes or she will clean you out." The bemused law enforcementofficer got up and followed Steve over to this thing he called a shuffleboard table and listened while he explained the rules. * * * "I'm not sure knowing where they are helps," said Omega Woman as she looked around at the other faces gathered about the conference table in She Legion HQ. "It almost makes it worse. If they were located at some isolated base, we could just attack them head on, but launching an attack against some offices in a populated building in the center of Delta City has the proverbial collateral damage written all over it." "It might have some other advantages though," said Night Raven thoughtfully. When the others looked at her she shrugged. "We are making some guesses about their powers. I am thinking some of them would be more limited in that type of setting. Where exactly are the plants and animals that Phantasia and Zoolen can control in that place? Sure there is water, but not like an ocean for Hydrangea. Not much eath earth for Oreone or air for Airianna either. Pyria might be the most dangerous if she is generating it internally and not having to tap into some pre-existing source." "You might be right," conceded Ms. Americana, "but that still leaves the collatera ldamage problem. Even if their powers are reduced a full out fight between twenty or so Aphrodites could cause a lot of damage and injury or death to innocents." And please, no one bother to tell me about breaking eggs to make an omlette. I always hated that saying." "It is just after 10:00 said Night Raven. "There won't be many people left in the building. Cleaning staff, a few night shift workers perhaps. We quietly evacuate them and then hit them hard and fast." "Tonight?" asked Green Spectre. "They delivered their ultimatum this morning at nine our time, so that gives us another day to plan things more." Night Raven shook her head. "I don't believe a word that comes out of Phantasia's mouth. She said 48 hours, but I am betting she isn't going to give us that much time. Besides if we wait until tomorrow night then that is when they will be most on guard." "I think Night Raven is right," said Omega Woman. Ms. Americana looked around the table and saw heads nodding in agreement. "Ok, tonight it is then. The flyers among us will land on the roof and work their way down evacuating people that way from the top floors. The rest of us will work our way up from the ground. I understand Shield is at Sanctuary, so it might be a good idea to leave her there with Captain Glory to make sure that place is safe. The only other one of us not here seems to be Hexanna. Has anyone seen or heard from her?" "Not today," said Jungle Babe, "but a few days ago she said she would be busy doing inventory in her shop. I left her a message, but she might have been too busy working and not caught her message yet. I can swing by her shop on the way to our target and check. She has an apartment over the store as you know, so she should be in one place or the other." * * * "That's it Harry, fuck me harder," moaned Hexanna. In response to the sorceress's request, the young, bespecaled man reached around and grabbed Hexanna's large jugs in his hands and used them as handgrips to pull himself deeper into her pussy. Then he began to thrust his hips harder, driving his cock in and out at a jackhammer pace. "Yeah, that's it," Hexanna screamed as she squeezed her pussy tighter about the young man's cock. Dimly she was glad that she had checked his ID when she had hired him to be sure he was over 18, if only barely. He looked several years younger than he was and she had to admit that fact added to her excitement. At over two thousand years old, Hexanna wondered if she might be too old to be a true MILF, but she knew she didn't look a day over 30, so who gave a fuck? "Oh fuck, I am close to cumming again," moaned Harry as his member slid easily in and out of the wet, satiny tunnel of Hexanna's pussy. The "again" part was rather evident from the amount of cum from previous ejaculations that had leaked out to puddle on the floor of the magic shop or were spread over Hexanna's face and boobs. "Do it baby, cum in my pussy," moaned Hexanna who felt her own orgasm close as well. Was this her ninth or tenth? The only thing that kept her from already being a tamed cock loving slut was the consentual nature of the sex. It was something they both had truly wanted since Harry had started working for her and she had started to tutor him in his use of his natural magical skill, but they had not acted on it until tonight. It wouldn't have happened tonight except for the slight mistake in putting all the fertility statues in one box after counting them. They had reached a critical mass of sorts and the two had soon found themselves locked together in passion. By her calculations, the spell should wear off in another few hours or maybe half a dozen orgasms if you wanted to measure time in those units. There was the jingle of the shop door opening. In their lust, the two lovers hadneglected to lock the door, though the "Closed" sign was posted on the door due to them taking inventory. A handful of people had opened the door and seeing no one had simply gone away rather than looking behind the counter where the pair were locked incarnal combat. This time, they both heard the footsteps cross the floor, though they seemed oddly soft for some reason. A moment later they found out why that was so. Jungle Babe walked barefoot as was her custom across the store floor, intent on investigating the strange sounds emenating from behind the counter. Pressing her large boobs against the glass top, the Queen of the Jungle, leaned over and her mouth opened in a gasp as she took in the sight of the young boy fucking her fellow heroine energetically. "I guess I know why you were too busy to answer your phone," said Jungle Babe with a smirk. Hexanna and Hary blinked at the intruder but that didn't slow them down and as Jungle Babe watched, the two lovers both reached their climaxes and Harry poured a thick, warm load of his spunk into the witch. Hexanna's head cleared for a few seconds as she came down from her climax, but she knew it wouldn't last long. "Move that box of fertility statues away from us," she managed to gasp out and pointing at it even as her lust addled mind reasserted itself and she turned herself around to slide Harry's delicious cock into her mouth just as it slipped out of her pussy. Mmm, her own juices added so nicely to the flavour she thought as she began to bob her mouth up and down on the still hard cock. "Oh!" exclaimed Jungle Babe and with an effort tore her gaze from the sight of the enthusiastic blowjob Hexanna was delivering and dragged the heavy box to the far end of the store. By the time she did that, she began to feel light headed and somehow her fur bikini had fallen off as she plunged three fingers in and out of her suddenly dripping pussy. She was almost to her first orgasm when Hexanna dragged her back towards the door of the shop and the three of them stood there naked and panting. "Wow, I didn't think those statues wuld hit you that hard and that fast," gasped Hexanna. "But I had to get them away from Harry and me or we would have just kept on fucking." "Oh fuck I was so close," moaned Jungle Babe and she grabbed Hexanna and locked lips with her fellow heroine while grinding her body into her friend's. That was enough to push the Jungle Queen over the edge and slowly and reluctantly she let go her embrace of the sorceress and stepped back. "Sorry, I really needed that orgasm." "Trust me, I understand," replied a drooling Hexanna. "But now you better tell me why you are here and what is going on. I er seem to have been too busy to check my messages." After Jungle Babe explained the situation, they managed to retrieve their costumes from where they had fallen useing a long handled mop so they didn't have to get any closer to the box of statues than they had to. "Look after things and lock up please Harry," said Hexanna as she and Jungle Babe went out the shop door. Harry nodded, and walked towards the box of statues, intending to seperarate them and place them much further apart in the store. By the time he was halfway to the box, his flacid cock had sprung back to full erection. By the time his hands touched the box flaps, he couldn't help himself and collapsed on the floor jerking his cock. He was close to cumming again when the store door opened once more and a pretty blonde policewoman stepped in to investigate why the lights of the store were on so late. She gasped at the sight of the masturbating boy and started to walk towards him to give him a piece of her mind about his lewd behavior. By the time she was halfway across the floor, she was already starting to remove her clothes and her eyes were fixed on the boy's cock and the yummyy cream that was about to erupt from it. Officer Felicia McSweeny was determined to make sure it errupted in her mouth. * * * Ms. Americana tiptoed down the hall towards the conference room door with the rest of the She Legion and invited guests strung out behind her. It was nearly midnight and the evacuation of the rest of the building had gone smootly and quietly. For the life of her though, the Queen of Justice didn't understand what the targets were doing in a conference room at this time of day. As she drew closer to the door, she heard what sounded like a television and soft moaning coming from within. The brunette shrugged and then glancing behind her to make sure everyone was ready, she put a spiked heel boot to the door and kicked it open. The door crashed back against the wall and she stood frozen for a few seconds taking in the sight. There was a huge flat screen tv on one wall showing a porno. Six women of different hair colours were lounging back in comfortable chairs either fingering themselves, or in the case of the purple haired woman called Zoolen being serviced by an exotic looking blonde with Asian features. "Hey it's Candy Floss Saves the World!" said Flag Girl peering over her mentor's shoulder at the movie. "It's pretty hot!" Ms. Americana shot her ward a reproveing glance that promised questions later and then gave her head a shake. "You are all under arrest!" she cried, as her hands went automatically to her hips and her chest was thrust forward in the classic approved stance. "Fuck that and fuck you," snarled a platinum blonde who Ms. Americana identified as Airianna, the would be plane crasher. Small cyclonic vortexes formed in each of her hands and the air mistress of the group launched them at the heroines bunching in the door. One struck Ms. Americana in the chest and blasted her backwards, crashing into several of the other heroines. "So much for her powers being limited indoors," muttered Jungle Babe as she nimbly dodged the projectile that was her fellow heroine, leaped onto the conference table and sprang at Airianna even as the other woman was starting to form a new pair of hand vortexes. The two crashed to the floor, punching and kicking at each other. Night Raven had also managed to dodge the Ms. Americana missle and tackled the purple haired Zoolen just as she was getting to her feet while the woman who had been licking her pussy rolled to safety under the table. An enraged and topless Ms. Americana reappeared in the room's doorway, her titanic tits heaving wildly as the wind blasts had shredded her red, white and blue bikini top. Hydrangea gestured at the sink in the corner and a blast of water smashed into Ms. Americana and once more knocked her backwards. Several of the other heroines, however, had managed to regain their feet and had stormed into the room. Omega Woman flew straight at Hydrangea who just managed to duck as a punch came at her head, but a glancing blow sent her sprawling. Lady Midnight moved to confront Phantasia who just sneered and turned to a trio of potten ficus trees by the window and waved a hand at them. "Fuck the stupid bitch," she commanded them. A startled and slightly nervous looking Lady Midnight glanced at the plants, but nothing happened. Phantasia frowned and gestured again at the plants. "I gave you an order," she barked. "I am the mistress of all things green and living and I said to fuck this bitch." Still nothing happened. ""Er, they are plastic," came Carol Papillion's voice from under the table. "I didn't want to have to spend time watering them." Phantasia turned back towards Lady Midnight just in time to catch a punch on the jaw that sent her sprawling. Got Gal and Got Chic advanced in unison on Oreone and the latter looked around frantically as if searching for a weapon and then she smiled when she saw the Got gems holding the two heroine's tops together. With a gesture of her hand, the gems flew off and landed in a corner of the room. "Gems are a product of the Earth and I command all that lies within its confines," she said with a smirk as she watched the two pair of massive tits fall out of their tops and the two heroines become depowered at the same time. The smirk on Oreone's face was quickly removed, however, as Amazing Babe swept past the stunned Got Gals and punched the brown haired woman in the face. "I think it is time to roast some sluts," snarled Pyria as she began to glow a bright red. "Flame on!" "Actually, I think that phrase is trademarked," said another voice, this one coming from a woman in a green, white and blue costume who was glowing blue. "Tough shit," said Pyria and aimed a fiery blast at the newcomer that should have incinerated her instantly. The heat was simply absorbed and the woman stood there unharmed. "Hi sweetie," she said to the stunned Pyria. "My name is Ms. Patriot and I can absorb as much heat as you can throw." "We will see about that," growled Pyria and readied another blast but instead was sent reeling as Champion Girl landed a punch to the side of her head. "Ouch," said the blonde heroine, as she stuck her burned knuckles in her mouth. "I feel like I just punched a burning log. "Better leave her to me then," said Ms. Patriot advancing on Pyria with clenched fists. "That's why Ms. Americana contacted me to handle this hothead." At that moment, a naked and dripping wet Ms. Americana appeared in the doorway for the third time, her bikini bottoms having been blasted away by Hydrangea's water jet. Her baby blue eyes smoldered with fury and she launched herself at the water mistress with revenge on her mind. "I have had enough of these sluts interfering in our affairs," yelled Phantasia as she scrambled to her feet and kicked Lady Midnight's legs out from under her. "Oreone, show them what happens to those who defy us!" Oreone shoved Amazing Babe away from her and gestured at the floor, pointing her hands straight down and then raising them up slowly as if pulling on something. The room and the entire building began to shake. * * * "This is Megan Fitzpatrick live from outside the Hilton Building on Center Street," said the voice on the television as everyone left in Sanctuary stopped what they were doing to watch. "Sources have told us that the She Legion has found and is currently confronting the six alien prisoners who threatened a jetliner yesterday and are demanding the surrender of the city to their control." The reporter broke off and her cameraman panned upwards just in time to see Omega Woman come hurtling out a window on a upper floor as if struck by a hurricane. The blonde managed to halt her fall halfway to the ground, tucked a boob back into her top and flew back through the shattered glass edging the window. "I think we can safely assume our sources were correct," resumed Megan and then she broke off again as the ground around her began to shake. Now the camera swivelled to point at the patch of ground near the front of the building which began to heave and buckle as something began to push upwards. "Oh my god, that looks like a volcano," gasped Megan as she stumbled back from the trembling ground. * * * "I've got to get there," said Christoff clutching at Steve's arm. "Where is that place?" "What can you do about that?" said Steve gesturing to the slowly emerging volcano. "What can anyone do about that?" "Look, this might sound crazy, but I was the guard on the ship those prisoners escaped from. I might be able to stop them which should stop the volcano, but I need to get there as fast as I can." Steve regarded him briefly and nodded his head. He had been in the hero game long enough to know the weird and improbable could also be true. "Emily," he said turning to the blind girl standing beside him. "Can you do anything to help us?" Cristoff opened his mouth to ask a stupid question but then shut it. He didn't see any way a blind woman could help in this situation, but he had gotten to know Steve and the man was no fool. "Come over to my table," said Emily as she tapped her way with her white cane back to her knitting. While everyone else remained glued to the television, Steve and Christoff obediently followed her. Once there, she gave Christoff a shy smile. "Normally I have to have been to a place as sort of an anchor," she said, "but I'm getting a pretty good lock from the television signal. " Cristoff opened his mouth to ask what the hell she was talking about, but shut it once more when the girl sketched a circle in the air with one finger which turned into a black pulsating disc. "Take a leap of faith and step through," she said with a grin. I might not be able to see, but my hearing is pretty damn good and you should know that not all Aphrodites are evil and conniving." Christoff gave a start, turned bright red in the face, but decided he didn't have time for that and after taking a deep breath he stepped through the black hole in space. * * * When he stepped out on the other side, he found himself in the doorway of a large room where chaos reigned in the form of nearly twenty scantily clad women battling fiercely. A pack of rats were advancing on a blonde wearing only a fur bikini bottom while her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she tried to avoid their attack. Wolf Woman and Power Lass looked like they were taking part in a wet t-shirt competition as the drenched heroines tried to advance on a blue haired woman who was pouring jets of water on them making their tops pretty much transparent and clinging to their voluptious bodies. Ms. Americana was wrestling with what looked like an eight foot tall dandelion that had improbably seemed to sprout out of the carpet. Cristoff blinked as he took in the wrestling match more closely and saw that one of the plant roots had swollen to the thickness of his wrist and was currently fucking the raven haired woman while the blonde Flag Girl was rolling around on the floor with a green haired woman. Everywhere he looked, the others were engaged in similar battle. It was intense enough that no one noticed his arrival. The law enforcement officer scanned the room once more and this time located the one he wanted. The brown haired Oreone appeared to be trying to concentrate on raising the volcano, but was being harassed by Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. Christoff pulled the paralysis gun from his belt and sighting, fired it at Oreone. The woman stiffened and then fell to the ground and the shaking of the building abruptly ceased. "Good job, whoever the hell you are," grinned Hexanna as she suddenly appeared in the doorway beside him. That seemed to turn the tide of the battle as Ms. Americana finally managed to pull the invading root out of her pussy and with a growl ripped the attacking plant in half. Phantasia slumped to the ground unconscious partly in shock from the defeat of her mind controlled creation and partly from Flag Girl slamming her head into the oak table as hard as she could. Pyria who had been so intent in her battle with Ms. Patriot went down as a sopping wet and quite invulnerable to her heat Power Lass caught her a hard right to the jaw. Got Gal and Got Chic had managed to retrieve their emeralds with Oreone down and they had quickly ploughed into Hydrangea and knocked the water wielder unconscious. Airianne turned to flee out the shattered window and ran into Omega Woman's fist. The rats surrounding Jungle Babe vanished back to whatever holes they had come out of as Cristoff saw a heroine in a pumpkin orange costume gesture at a ceiling fixture which fell on Zoolen's head. While the woman tried to shake that off, Amazing Babe and Lady Midnight both connected with kicks to the purple haired womand she went down unconscious. "Now what do we do with them?" gasped Ms. Americana as she stood there with her mighty jugs jiggling. "I suspect you should ask him," spoke up Hexanna as she pointed towards Christoff. "He is the one they escaped from if I don't miss my guess." Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow and wiped a strand of hair from her eyes as she glared at Christoff briefly, not bothering to try and hide her naked body. "I don't know if we have a prison that can hold them for long. How did you manage it?" "Er, we had special bracelets that dampened down their powers," said Christoff. "They escaped only after they managed to get the bracelets off, but I don't have any of them with me." "That isn't much hehlp," snapped Ms. Americana. "Well the next time I am on a spaceship about to destruct, I will try and remember to stop and gather up some of those bracelets," retorted Christoff. Ms. Americana started to reply with some of her own heat about his competence or lack thereof, but Hexanna held up a hand. "Hold on a second. I ran into a situation like this recently. There was this mummy of a sorcerer who used a spell to limit the power of one of his foes. You met Nefertari in the Fish Men attack I think?" When Ms. Americana nodded and sent her melons moving once more, the witch went on. "I studied the spell he used and I think I can duplicate it." With that, Hexanna stepped back and closed her eyes in concentration. "Reduxus!" she said the one word and then pointed her skull staff in turn at the six alien villains. A glowing golden band appeared around each of their necks. "That should do it," said a slightly unsteady on her feat Hexanna. "It should reduce them from type III down to ordinary Type I's which we should be able to handle as the new MaxHold prison is designed for that level of power." * * * Christoff sliped away in the following confusion as the heroines gathered up the villains and tried to contact the police to come transport the six aliens to prison. He wasn't needed anymore and felt at rather loose ends. Just what was he going to do now hewondered. How long would it take for a rescue ship to arive? Well, maybe he could spend some of of that time rethinking a few things. Were the Aphrodites on his world all truly evil or had they been forced into that role by their persecution? Had the fear of the different and the unknown created the very problem they had feared? * * * Carol Papillion had also slipped away in the confusion. She didn't think anyone was too interested in her role in this whole mess, but a little caution and laying low seemed called for. She was out of a job again, but there had been that ad for a personal assistant she had seen on the Internet. It had been from some doctor in a place called Latveria. A new start with a new job in a foreign country might be relaxing. * * * Holly Dwindle looked out over the Delta City night skyline from her new apartment. When Lady Kraft had learned of her trip to Delta City, she had offered Holly a job looking after her business interests in Delta City. Holly felt a little intimidated by the experienced members of the She Legion, so she wasn't sure she was ready to join them on a permanent basis yet. Maybe she would just try a little heroing on her own to gain some experience. She would think some more about that tomorrow, but for now she was just content to gaze out at her new chosen home. The End