Tales From Delta City #8: The Meta Collector 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, Flag Girl, Shield, Hexanna, Omega Woman, Power Lass, Lady Midnight and Elsa aare the creation and 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 Author's Note If you have not read my Nevada Jones story and some of the previous Tales From Delta City chapters, here is what you probably need to know. Nevada Jones is the great granddaughter of a certain famous archeologist and inherited the whip and the hat. On a visit to a two thousand year old tomb, she met an evil mummy called Crimson Spider and Nefertari, the Queen of a long forgotten kingdom who had been trapped in the tomb with the mummy. Nevada and Nefertari team up to defeat the mummy and become lovers along the way. Nevada has a twin brother named Arizona who is confined to a wheelchair after an as yet unexplained accident. Nevada and Nefertari have taken to fighting crime under the heroine names Ebonee (Egyptian spelling) and Ivory with the assistance of Arizona and a pair of brothers, Rex and Lex who help take care of Arizona. Nevada and Nefertari also ran into Elsa who since their fight is attempting to reform with the rather odd aid of a mutoid named Kellog. Nevada and Nefertari also met a young woman named Fiona Piper who lives in a strange house full of anything that people collect. A lot of the story takes place at Sanctuary which is a bar . night club that provides a refuge for Aphrodites and anyone else being persecuted. Whew. Fiona Piper sat at the desk in her small, crowded bedroom typing on her laptop. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction at having completed the inventory of the bobblehead collection. Therewere6093 dolls in total, including the very rare Linda Lovelace model that yu really couldn't display where children might see it. Suddenly a shiver ran through Fiona and she looked around alarmed. There was something wrong in the house and she flipped through the security camera views on her laptop, but saw nothing. Of course in a house with near infinite room, you couldn't have cameras everywhere. There was no one at the front door, in the kitchen, living room or in the hallway outside her bedroom, so there was no imenant threat. Fiona glanced at her watched and frowned. It was just after nine at night and she did have an imenant appointment that she wasn't looking forward to. Sighing, she closed her laptop and went to get ready. * * * In one of the subbasements of Piper House, a door opened and a figure shuffled through. The light was poor and there was no one to see it, but the figure was humanoid if not human and had a certain amount of green slimyness about it that wasn't all physical. The figured moved over to the collection of She Legion action figures and picked one up, still in pristine condition in its original box. "Very nice," it said with a slight hiss in its voice as he looked at the red, white and blue clad figure of Ms. Americana. "Of course,a true collector will not settle for the dolls when he can have the real thing. This should prove interesting." The figure looked at the other dolls in the collection and then shuffled back towards the door. "Very interesting indeed," it muttered to itself as the door closed behind it. * * * "I don't think this is such a good idea afterall," protested Fiona as she stood in the doorway with a look of panic on her face. "There are too many people here." Nevada Jones stood beside Fiona and looked around the large main room of Sanctuary at perhaps three dozen people sitting at the bar or booths. "Oh come on, it will be fun. You need to get out of that house now and then." "Yes, it is like being locked up in a tomb," put in Nefertari from the girls other side. "Trust me, I know what that is like," and she gently propelled Fiona into the room and towards an empty booth. "Evening ladies" said Cyril as he leaned against the bar and swept an appreciative gaze over the three sexy figures. Nevada and Nefertari were both dressed in jeans and t-shirt, but even those plain clothes did little to disguise the figures under them as they filled out the jeans and stretched the poor tops near to breaking. Fiona was dressed in the only outfit she ever seemed to wear which was made of soft brown and green leather and would not have looked out of place in the middle ages on a wandering musician seeking a gig at the royal court or perhaps ridding the odd town of a rodent problem. It was also quite low cut in front which displayed a vast amount of caramel coloured flesh which gave Cyril a momentary flash of nostalgia for the good old days of the Pussycat Club. He gave his head a shake and noticed the flute in its pouch on the shapely right hip of the girl. "A musician?" he asked. "Our normal group isn't here tonight since Becky has an exam tomorrow. Interested in playing?" "I, I have never played in public, stammered Fiona going red. "We'll work on her," said Nevada as they moved away. * * * Ms. Americana's red, white and blue sports car pulled up to a stop in front of Bling Jewellers from which a silent alarm was not blaring out. "You cover the back door, so they don't escape that way." said Ms. Americana and pointed to Flag Girl. "Why do I always have to do the back door?" whined Flag Girl as she looked in disgust at the garbage strewn and smelly alley that led to the back door. "Because you are the sidekick," replied Ms. Americana who stood there with hands on hips waiting for her sidekick to follow orders. She had wanted to add "and the word on the street is you like the back door option," but that probably wouldn't be helpful and might prompt rejoinders from Flag Girl about some of her own previous misfortunes. "Fine," said Flag Girl with a theatrical sigh that caused one boob to pop out and the blonde sidekick had to slip it back under cover before moving down the alley to the back door of the store. When Flag Girl reached the back door, she found it slightly ajar and she smiled broadly. 'I'll just nip in here quick and bag these guys before Ms. A can bust in the front door. That will show her I'm ready for bigger things than the back door.' With that, Flag Girl pushed open the door and promptly triggered the gas cannister that had been rigged to it. 'Oh fuck," was the young blonde's last thought as she took in a lungful of the gas and collapsed onto the floor unconscious. Ms. Americana waited until she figured Flag Girl was in position before pushing open the unlocked front door. She paused long enough to make sure there were no gas traps attached to the door and made a mental note to tell her sidekick about that little trick that criminals sometimes used if they were anticipating a heroine to come along and spoil their fun. On the other hand, maybe learning about it the hard way would be a better lesson thought Ms. Americana. Afterall, it had only taken her 17 times to figure it out. Of course, she had gotten raped everyone of those 17 times, so maybe she should give Flag Girl the benefits of her own hard won experience. Once inside the store, the Queen of Justice quickly spotted a dark clad figure rifling through the display cases. Time to put the fear of Ms. Americana into this miscreant she thought as she stopped in the middle of the store, placed her hands on her hips and thrust outher mighty 38G bosom like twin cannons at the man who had yet to see her. "I believe shopping hours are over," she said in her most sarcastic voice. "Really?" said the man turning around to look at her and not looking terribly surprised or even scared. "It is fortunate then that wasn't at all interested in these baubles," he went on, gesturing to the diamonds and other jewels. "Oh? Is that so?" asked Ms. Americana. "Then what exactly were you interested in?" "Why yu of course," said the man as he stepped forward a bit into better light and the heroine saw an average looking man with brown hair and glasses dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black polo shirt with a glases case in the pocket. "Not a terribly original line," replied Ms. Americana, "and unless you are a lot tougher than you look or have a tank hidden in your pockets, that seems unlikely." "Oh, but I am only the distraction," said the man with a smile. Ms. Americana's baby blue eyes widened at this statement and she had just started to turn and look behind her when someone slammed into her and knocked her sprawling to the floor. Make that three someones she ammended as she lashed out a foot at the original attacker while two others grabbed her arms. Ms. Americana's power belt gave her the strrength of ten, but these guys were strong and she had just managed to wrest one arm free when the first man returned and snatched at her power belt before she could evade his grasping hands. There was a click as the belt was pulled off and then she felt her free arm being grabbed again. Without her augmented strength, the fight became more desperate as the ravenhaired heroine wriggled and kicked at anything she could reach. "Hey boss, make with the gas," yelled one of the men, as he kept a desperate hold on one of Ms. Americana's arms. "She is a fucking wild animal." Gas? thought Ms. Americana and before she could hold her breath, the brown haired man was in front of her and spraying it in her face. "Bastards," she moaned through her teeth and then the darkness took her. The last thing she saw must be an effect of the gas she thought as her three attackers stood over her looking like the proverbial three peas in a pod, exactly identical as they leered at her. * * * There was good news and bad news for Ms. Americana when she woke up. The good news was she still had her clothes on which was a pleasant change from how these things normally seemed to work. The bad news was she couldnt move or even talk. She seemed frozen in her heroic hands on hips position while the man with the brown hair stood in front of her glancing from her body to something he was holding in his hands. He seemed to notice she was awake and touched a button on a remote control like device. "There, you should be able to talk now," said the man. "What the hellis going on and who the hell are you?" demanded Ms. Americana. "My name is Watt Alfred Twit" said the man. "I am a collector of rare items." "Rare items?" asked Ms. Americana suspiciously. "What kind of rare items are we talking about here?" "Aphrodite heroines," replied Twit promptly, "or to be more precise, members of the She Legion." At this he held up a box with a clear front for her to see. It was the Ms. Americana action figure. "Some people colect the dolls, but I figured a real colector would collect the people the dolls portray. I was just trying to get you in the same posture as the figure." Twit glanced again at the box and then reached out and justed one of the heroine's arms to a slightly different angle as if she were nothing more than a life size action figure. "Just what have you done to me?" asked Ms. Americana even as something else about this man niggled at the back of her mind. Twit reached up and lifted a lock of Ms. Americana's hair to reveal a small computer chip stuck there. "I bought some mind control chips at a yard sale. Blue skinned guy with a scar. Doctor something or other. The chip allows me to control your body completely using the remote." Ms. americana digested this and then what had been niggling at her suddenly surfaced for a look around. "Watt Albert Twit," she murmered. "If you just use the middle initial, you get ..." "Yes, yes, I know," snapped Twit interrupting the heroine. "It was very funny the first three million times I heard that while going to school" "So all that teasing drove you to evil, seeking revenge on the world that spurned you," said Ms. Americana and would have nodded her head in understanding if she had been able to move it. Twit blinked. "Oh no, I am very well mentally adjusted," he insisted despite the evidence to the contrary as he minutely adjusted the tiara on Ms. Americana's head to the same angle as the action figure. "Right," drawled Ms. Americana sarcastically. "Well adjusted people kidnap and rape women all the time." "ER, rape?" stammered Twit and he flushed red in the face. "Oh no, I would never do that. That would be wrong!" and for a moment his eyes did flicker down to Ms. Americana's cleavage before stepping back as if satisfied with his adjustments. "Besides it would damage the figure." "I'm a sentient being, not a fucking action figure," snapped Ms. Americana, angry despite the seeming removal of the rape threat though a little part of her felt just a bit slighted as if she was being told she was no longer a desirable and irresistible rape target by horny, frustrated InCels. Twit didn't seem to hear her and picking up the remote control clicked off her ability to speak and turned to go. "Oh, by the way while you are in stasis like that, you don't require any nutrients or," and here he blushed again, "the er removal of waste products from that consumption." That would have brought an angry retort from the heroine, but she found herself unable to speak and could only fume silently as Twit turned off the lights and left the room. She suddenly remembered about Flag Girl and wished she had thought to ask about her sidekick. * * * It was only a few minutes later and the room lights came back on. Ms. Americana felt a slight flutter of fear, thinking Twit had decided to come back and assault her perfect body afterall, but it wasn't Twit and she immediately wished it was. There were three identical figures standing in front of her which meant she hadn't been seeing things just before blacking out. The three men were large and well muscled, standing a little over six feet with close cropped blonde hair and looked to be in their early twenties. "Hi hot stuff," smirked the man in the middle. "We are the Trash Triplets. My name is Richard and these are my brothers Thomas and Harold. We are the muscle for that stupid little twit. He is a pain in the ass, but the job has some nice perks." "If you havent guessed," said Thomas, the triplet on her left, "you are one of the perks." "Now let's see some of your perks," snickered Harold and he abruptly pulled Ms. Americana's red, white and blue stars and stripes top off and her large 38G boobs bounced into view and jiggled on her chest. Ms. Americana wondered how that was even possible with this stasis field, but decided that was the least of her problems at the moment. Her baby blues smoldered with rage, but the stasis still kept her from venting on these morons. "If you are thinking Twit won't like us playing with his life size action figures and you are going to tattle on us, don't waste your breath," said Richard. "We will wash you up and he won't ever know. It's not like you can talk either to blab and he probably wouldn't believe you anyway because in his silly little mind, nobody would do the things we are going to do to you." Ms. Americana felt her blood run cold at this and then she couldn't even flinch away as Thomas yanked off her bikini bottoms to expose her neatly trimmed landing strip and pussy. "Before we start on you though," said Harold, "we are going to let you watch what happens to your sidekick." With that, he turned the heroine ninety degrees to her right and she saw a ssimilarily immobilized Flag Girl posed just like her action figure with her arms crossed under her large boobs, slightly pushing them up to display more cleavage over the low cut top. Richard then turned Flag Girl so she could see her mentor for the first time as well and even with the stasis, Ms. Americana could see the pigtailed blonde's eyes go wide in shock as she took in her naked mentor. "Now just stand there and enjoy the show," said Richard as he unfolded Flag Girl's arms to positionthem at her sides before cupping each young full breast in a hand through her top. "Mmm, nice and soft, nothing like teen titties I always said." Thomas lifted Flag Girl's short skirt and stuck his hand down into her panties and began to rub the sidekick's clit while the raven haired heroine could only watch and promise silent vengeance in her mind. As the man continued to stimulate Flag Girl's clit, a soft, very faint moan escape the girl's lips despite the stasis field keeping her from talking. "Time to unwrap our present," snickered Harold as he began to slowly undo Flag Girl's top, deliberately making the moment last for both Flag Girl and her mentor. Finally, after several seconds the top fluttered to the floor and Flag Girl's ripe, young tits were exposed to view, each topped with an erect pink nipple. "Oooo, I am going to have to fuck these babies," continued Harold as he squeezed and groped the exposed boobs. Richard picked up Flag Girl's remote and clicked the convenient "lay down button" and Flag Girl obediently laid down on her back. While Thomas pulled off the girl's short skirt to reveal a tiny pair of white, cotton panties, Harold straddled the blonde's chest and positioned his cock between her breasts. Once more taking a breast in each hand, he wrapped them around his member as tight as he could and began to slide in and out of the soft valley of Flag Girl's tits. While Harold continued his titty fuck of the sidekick, Thomas pulled her panties down to expose the trimmed blonde bush that already glistened with a few drops of moisture from its previous stimulation. On each upstroke, Harold's cock rubbed over Flag Girl's chin and lips, smearing them with his precum while his swollen balls banged against the underside of Flag Girl's tits with a loud whap whap noise. After several dozen strokes between her boobs, Harold gave out a loud moan, and he began to blast his load of spunk all over Flag Girl's boobs and face before finally dismounting to make way for the next one of his brothers. There was nothing Ms. Americana could do but look on in horror as Thomas spread Flag Girl's legs and positioned his cock at the entrance, savoring the moment and the fear and anger he could see in the girl's eyes. He pushed the head of his cock into Flag Girl, spreading her lips open and held it there for several seconds enjoying the sensation before pushing his cock in deeper. "Fucking tight," gasped Thomas. "With all the times the little bitch has spread her legs for cock, I wasn't expecting her to be this good." "It's that Aphrodite gene," said Richard as he rubbed his throbbing cock over Flag Girl's face while he waited his turn. "It always makes them tight as a virgin according to what I have heard." "I can believe it," gasped Thomas who began to pick up the pace, slamming his cock in and out of the unresisting heroine. "Her cunt is squeezing my dick like it can't get enough. She is going to make me cum a whole lot quicker than I want." "No sweat," grinned Richard. "You can always go slower and enjoy her longer the next time around. These sluts aren't going anywhere." "Fucking A," agreed Thomas and he felt his balls twitch hard and he began to empty his semen deep in Flag Girl's pussy. "My turn now," smirked Richard pressing the "hands and knees" button on the remote and Flag Girl's body obediently took up the position even as cum continued to drip from her pussy. "Well sweetie, I will be a gentleman and I won't do you dryhe said as he got his dick good and wet with the juices pouring out of the sidekick's pussy before pulling her ass cheeks apart with his hands and starting to insert himself into her back door. He had a large, thick cock and it was a tight fit, but slowly inch by inch the thug pushed his cock into Flag Girl's anus until the entire length was buried. Richard gave one of the blonde's ass cheeks a ringing slap and then the other one before beginning to pump his cock in and out of the girl. Ms. Americana looked on in horror as her sidekick was sodomized in front of her eyes and knew her turn was coming next. Richard lasted a little longer than his brothers, but not by much as after only a few dozen strokes, he gave a loud cry and began to pour his load into Flag Girl's ass. "Well that was a good warm-up for the main course," said Harold as he walked over to Ms Americana and began to fondle her boobs. The other two soon joined him, making sure to leave Flag Girl in a position where she could see everything that was happening to her mentor. Picking up her remote, Richard pressed the "kneel" button and the brunette had no choice but to obey and soon found herself with three hard cocks at eye level. "I'm going to unfreeze your mouth so you can do a proper job of sucking," said Richard. "You be a good slut and behave if you know what is good for your precious little sidekick." He pressed another buttonon the remote, but before Ms. Americana could say anything, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Gripping the back of her head he forced the entire length inside and down her throat before pulling out and then Harold took his place, followed by Thomas. The three brothers seemed to delight in seeing who could shove the most cock down the heroine's choking throat. From her perspective it was a three way tie. "Ok, now for your pussy," said Thomas as he manipulated the remote and ppositioned Ms. Americana on her hands and knees so he could do her doggy style. "Why do you always get to go first?" whined Harold. "Because I am the oldest," replied Thomas calmly as he started to insert his cock into the Queen of Justice. "By 5 minutes," grumbled Richard. "By 10 minutes," grumbled Harold. Thomas just flipped them the bird and grabbed Ms. Americana by the hips and thrust forward until his entire member was swallowed up in her velvet soft love tunnel. When all three of the brothers had finished with Ms. Americana, they dragged both her and Flag Girl over to a wall with a shower head and cleaned them up before putting their costumes back on and repositioning them as Twit had left them. It was only then that the heroines saw they were in a glass display case and there were others in the room with placques bearing the names of the other She Legion heroines affixed to them. The Trash brothers had just been ready to turn off the lights and leave when Twit's voice came over the intercom. "I have a sighting on another target. Please report to the vehicle." "Looks like you will soon have company," laughed Richard. "And more perks for us," added Thomas as they left, leaving behind two angry and frustrated heroines who couldn't help but wonder which of their friends might soon be joining them. * * * The main door to Sanctuary banged open and a large, bald man dressed in leather with aswastika tatood on his head came in dragging a teen girl with him. The girl didn't look more than 12 or 13, one eye swollen shut and turning black while an arm hung at her side in an unnatural angle. "Marlene," he yelled. "Are you inhere you stupid bitch?" Cyril stepped in front of the man, blocking his progress even as he heard a gasp from behind him coming from one of the tables. "Brock?" came a voice filled with fear and dread. "My god, what did you do to Michelle?" A dirty blonde hurried over to the door, but Cyril only gave her a quick glance before using one arm to keep her away from the man. Marlene showed signs of abuse herself with a large bruise on one side of her face and she was limping. "The little bitch came by all concerned and looking for you," sneered Brock. "I had to persuade her to tell me where you have been sneaking off to lately. Now get your ass over here and let's go home. The house is a fucking pigsty and somebody needs to cook supper. After that we can cozy up and maybe your little sister will want to join us." "Please Brock, I don't want to go with you," sobbed Marlene. "Please just let Michelle go and leave." Brock narrowed his eyes into hard slits. "You saying you want to leave me bitch? I don't recall allowing you to do that." "You've hurt me for the last time," sobbd Mrlene. "I won't go back with you." "We'll see about that," snarled Brock and started forward, still dragging the girl with him. "The lady said she isn't going with you," said Cyril firmly as he keptin front of Marlene. "Just leave the girl here and get out." "You gonna make me do that you stupid ni ..." Brock began. "That's one of the words that isn't allowed in here," interrupted Cyril grimly. "Leave the ladies alone and get out." "Yeah and who is going to make me?" sneered Brock. "All I see in here is a bunch of sluts and fags." "Two more words that aren't allowed in here," said Cyril. "That makes strike three and you are out." "Oh, I am so scared," sneered Brock and while Cyril wasn't small, he had nowhere near the muscle of this troglodyte and he was wishing Steve wasn't out with Shield looking for Ms. Americana and Flag Girl who had apparently gone missing. Over in a booth, a blonde looked at her companion. "One, two, three," she said and held out her hand which was flat while the other thrust out a fist. "Paper beats rock," she informed him. "This one is mine." "I still think it is silly that paper beats rock," grumbled Kellog. "Yet you keep choosing it," replied Elsa and she got up and walked over to the door. "I will handle this," she said to Cyril trying to keep her tone eutral. She was still struggling with the concept that skin colour didn't matter or wasn't supposed to matter. It helped that Kellog, as a mutoid, had a grayish green complexion that made Frankenstein's monster look like the picture of health and she was getting used to him, so an African-American shouldn't bother her in comparison, but minds and habits of a lifetime are hard to unlearn. Cyril gave Elsa a not totally friendly look, but nodded curtly and stepped back allowing her to step in front of Brock At another table, Nevada and Nefertari were glaring daggers at Elsa's back. They hadn't noticed the "handmaid of the new Reich" when they had entered and didn't have fond memories of her. This promised to make a bat situation worse and they started to get up, but Frank, the assistant manager who was standing nearby waved them back. "It's ok, let her handle this." "She is a neo Nazi bitch," responded Nevada, never taking her eyes from the scene by the door. "She has been behaving herself in here," said Frank. "She seems to have come under some good influences lately." Nevada looked over at the hulking mutoid form of Kellog. "You sure you are feeling ok? I mean a mutoid and a neo Nazi?" "Just watch," said Frank calmly. "You are a disgrace to that symbol," said Elsa to Brock gesturing at his Swastika tatoo. "And considering what it stands for, that is pretty hard to do." "Huh?" said Brock wrinkling up his nose "What the fuck are you talking about bitch? You dising my tatoo? There is coming a day when people are going to learn to respect it again and when they do ..." "Well respect this then you moron," replied Elsa and smashed Brock hard on the jaw with a right cross. The blow knocked him back several steps and he let go of Michelle to rub at his sore face. As he did so, Elsa stepped forward and drove her left fist into the man's gut and when he bent forward to clutch his stomach, the blonde drove a knee into his chin knocking him to the floor unconscious. Marlene rushed forward and pulled Michelle into her arms, the girl giving a cry of pain as her broken arm was jostled. "He is still alive I take it?" Cyril asked Elsa who nodded. "Pity," muttered the manager and produced a small bag of what looked like sand from his coat pocket. He sprinkled a little pinch on the man's forehead. "Something Hexanna gave me for this kind of situation," he told Elsa as he saw the question on herface. "It erases the location of Sanctuary from his memory. Now we just need to do something about his body." "Dump it in the river," suggested Elsa. Cyril shook his head. "Tempting, but we don't want the police asking uncomfortable questions, besides we are supposed to be the good guys." "I am not sure I am," said Elsa softly. "Well knowing that is a start," replied Cyril and he looked over at another table where a blind girl was busy knitting. "Emily, what are your thoughts on body disposal?" Emily paused in her knitting and closed her eyes for a second. A moment later a black disc shaped hole opened up under the unconscious Brock and he fell through it and then the hole disappeared as if it had never existed. "Er, maybe I should have specified a location?" Cyril asked Emily. "Oh, I didn't drop him someplace nasty like the middle of the sun," replied Emily who hadn't missed a stitch on the pair of mitts she was knitting. "He is currently resting on the steps in front of Police HQ where even they can't fail to see him, especially since I did drop his clothes in the river." Trudy, the bartender, appeared beside Michelle and Marlene. "Why don't you two dears come with me to someplace quieter," she told them. "Frank called Roberta, she is a paramedic and will look at those injuries." "We can't go to the hospital," protested Marlene. "We don't have the money and Brock or his friends might come looking for us there." "No hospital if you don't want one honey," said Trudy. "After we get you both patched up, I'll tell you about a place called Fancy House where you can stay and get away from that asshole." Marlene still looked worried, but allowed Trudy to lead her upstairs while Elsa returned to the table she shared with Kellog. "Ok, you can have the next one. I think I broke a nail punching that moron." The mutoid glanced down at his own fingernails which looked more like rusted , irregular plates of iron than fingernails. "I don't think that should be aproblem for me," he said simply. "And you have to promise not to kill him," added Elsa. "Why should I promise that?" asked Kellog in puzzlement. "Because apparently we are the good guys," said Elsa grabbing a chicken wing from the plate in front of them. "I shall endeavor to remember that," rumbled Kellog and also reached for a chicken wing before the blonde could eat them all. He knew, from recent experience, that fighting and food made Elsa horny and that promised good things for him in the near future. * * * "Well that was an interesting evening don't you think?" asked Nevada a few hours later as she and Nefertari walked Fiona home. Another spell, apparently courtesy of Hexanna could be invoked by patrons as they left by the main door which deposited them at a random location within a mile of their chosen destination which made it difficult for anyone leaving to be ambushed if an enemy learned the location of Sanctuary. "It was kind of fun, I guess," said Fiona and she held up the beer stein she had taken from her purse. "I got this glass which I didn't have for my collection. I can't wait to enter it into the database when I get home." "Girl, you have a strange idea of fun and I hope Trudy didn't see you lifting that glass," said Nefertari. "That's for sure," agreed Nevada. "Once I saw her ...," Nevada broke off as a man came flying out the window of a pawn shop just in front of them. A moment later Lady Midnight jumped through the same window, rolled and came back to her feet just in time to be tackled by two more goons who came out the window. A fourth man, much smaller with brown hair and glasses, looking more like an accountant or some geek who worked in the back of a computer repair shop stepped gingerly onto the sidewalk holding something Nevada couldn't see clearly in his hand. "I think we should even up the odds don't you?" asked Nefertari as they watched the ebony skinned heroine struggle under the weight of the three large men. Nevada nodded and with a gesture of her hand, Nefertari dispatched their civilian clothes to their apartment and revealing the costumes underneath. Since the removal of the collar that had limited her powers, the dark skinned former queen of Eqt was slowly regaining lost abilities. She had never been a serious sorcerer, but she had picked up a few spells over the centuries and transporting their outer clothes home was a handy way to change assuming one remembered to wear one's costume under them that is. It had been rather embarrassing when they had tried to stop that robbery in the mall and they both discovered they had neglected to put on their costumes that morning. It was even more embarrassing in that Nefertari hadn't yet remastered the spell to recall their clothes and after knocking out the robber, they had to make a hasty and very naked retreat before the police showed up. Fortunately, this time they had remembered their costumes and after quickly donning their masks which had been stored in one of their utilitybelt pouches, they were ready for action. Fiona always wore the same outfit and didn't seem worried about a mask as they ran towards the fight. Now as Ebonee and Ivory, the pair darted into the fray and each grabbed one of the three goons who had piled onto Lady Midnight and hauled them off. The busty dark skinned heroine got a knee into the third man and managed to dislodge him before regaining her feet. The three pairs of adversaries stood regarding each other warily for a moment as they contemplated their next move. Piper had not rushed forward with her two friends, but hung back content to let them carry on the physical portion of the fight. Now, she saw the man who had stepped out of the window begin to raise his hand and she recognized a gun of some strange type. Immediately, she put her flute to her lips and blew a few special notes that sent a large pair of glowing green energy worms dashing towards the man. He saw them coming and gave a frightened yelp of fear and danced away from them. The six combatants glanced at the man and the worms before almost simultaneously clashing together in a renewed struggle. Nevada gave a grunt as her opponent slammed into her. She had thought they were facing your average thug, but this guy was at least as strong as she was which made her wonder if he had the Adonis gene. The three pairs traded punches and kicks pretty evenly for the next minute or two while Piper's energy worms continued to chase the frightened man around. The tide of battle changed thanks to a fluke rather than skill. The man tripped and fell and in the process of going down, his gun discharged a glast of gas directly at Nefertari. Ebonee had taken a breath of the gas before she realized it was a threat and almost immediately collapsed to the ground unmoving. That freed up her opponent and he quickly turned on Lady Midnight and caught her a blow from behind, knocking her to the ground. In a blink of an eye, Nevada had three men attacking her and she went down before she could disengage from her foe and try and bring her whip into play. Startled by this turn of events, the flow of music from Piper halted and the energy worms worrying the man disappeared. He sprang up and blasted the stunned Lady Midnight and Ivory with his gas gun. He then fired a burst at Piper who was further away and avoided the full effects of the gas, but it did send her reeling away fighting a wave of dizzyness. "Grab her and let's go," said the man to the trio of thugs and one bent down and picked up Lady Midnightbefore hurrying away across the street to a black SUV and climbing inside. Just before the door closed, a small sphere of light lept from Nefertari's finger as she lay prone on the street and streaked across to collide with one of Lady Midnight's large boobs and vanish. * * * Ms. Americana woke up when the lights in the display room came on. It seemed one could sleep even in this stasis state and she suddenly wished she was still asleep as the trio of goons carried Lady Midnight's body to the display case immediately opposite of her own. Twit came bustling along behind the brothers and quickly applied one of his mind control stasis chips to Lady Midnight's forehead and brushed some hair over it to hide it. He then took out a Lady Midnight action figure and began to pose the ebony heroine in the same manner with a slightly crouched fighting stance and arms stretched out in front of her. "Perfect," pronounced Twit at last, taking one last look at the doll and the now life sized replica. "I think we will go for the Spectres next," he told the Trash Triplets, "but first I must have a lie down. That capture was pretty stressful." "Sure thing boss," said Richard and gave the man the finger behind his back as he left the room. "Mmmm, soft chocolate goodies," said Harold as he grabbed two handfuls of Lady Midnight's breasts through her purple costume. "Let's get her stripped," said Thomas."Fighting always makes me horny. It was a shame we had to leave those other sluts behind." "The little Twit says they are not on his checklist," sniggered Richard as he peeled Lady Midnight's costume off and let her large mocha melons and shaved pussy appear. "I guess we will just have to make do with one for the three of us then," said Harold with a theatrical sigh of one who is much put upon. He picked up the Lady Midnight remote and studied it briefly. "Anyone up for a triple penetration?" he asked and looked up to see the other two smiling broadly. Ms. Americana would have ground her teeth in frustration if she could have moved a muscle. She was forced to stand there watching as the three thugs stripped and laid Lady Midnight down on top of Richard, with his erect member sliding into her ass. Next Harold crawled on top and penetrated her pussy while Thomas moved around to her mouth and slid his dick down her throat. "Maybe we can get an Olympic medal for synchronized fucking," laughed Richard as he felt Harold and Thomas start to match his rhythm. "Fucking A," moaned Harold as he drove his cock in and out of the heroine's pussy. "Getting heroine cunt makes it almost worthwhile putting up with Twit." "You know," gasped Thomas thoughtfully as his balls banged on Lady Midnight's nose, "I am wondering why we need him at all? This collection thing of his is so lame. We could use the gas and the chips he made and just bag all the superheroine ass we wanted." "It's worth considering," grunted Richard as he drove his cock as deep as he could into Lady Midnight's tight ass and began to unload a long spurt of warm cum into the heroine. "We could have an entire superslut harem," agreed Harold as his cock also started to explode, filling Lady Midnight's pussy to overflowing. "Yeah and we wouldn't have to wash the bitchs up afterwards if we didn't want to," gasped Thomas as a third load of spunk flowed into the heroine, this time down her throat. "True," said Richard, "but I suspect they would get rather gamey after a few fucks." The other two nodded as they pulled out of Lady Midnight and dragged her cum coated body over to the shower. * * * "Well, that didn't go very well," said Nevada once the gas had worn off as she sat on the ground waiting for said ground to stop spinning and dancing. "We will have an opportunity to improve on our performance," said Nefertari. "One advantage of being locked in a tomb for two thousand years is that I can wield some of my powers even while unconscious. I put a tracking spell on Lady Midnight and we will be able to find those miscreants." "Miscreants?" asked Nevada with a raised eyebrow. "You have been watching too much Ms. Americana video when you start using words like that. Speaking of Ms. Americana, shouldn't we try contacting the She Legion before we go storming off to rescue Lady Midnight?" Nefertari shook her head. "The spell will only last a short time. We must track her abductors now if we are to find her. Besides, I think it would be a good thing to prove ourselves in their eyes by rescuing Lady Midnight." "Fine by me, I want some payback," agreed Nevada. "You with us Fiona?" she asked Piper. Fiona hesitated. Part of her just wanted to go home where things like this didn't happen, but a larger part of her had enjoyed the company and friendship of the night. "Yes, count me in," she finally said. "Well, we need transportation then," said Nevada as she activated her wristband communicator. "Time to call the boys." Ten minutes later a van pulled up to the curb with her brother Arizona and the brothers Rex and Lex who were both care givers and friends of the wheelchair bound Arizona. "Sorry to ruin your evening of game playing," said Nevada as she climbed into the back along with Nefertari and Piper where Arizona was sitting. "Don't worry about it," said Arizona. "The game wasn't that much fun. Rex's character was so powerful, he was wiping up the floor with everything. He had this Transexual miget alien cyborg who was pretty much maxed out in every rating." "Sounds like you were cheating again Rex," called Nevada to the man driving the van. "Nah," replied Rex as he pulled away from the curb. "If I had beencheating, my character would have had something bigger than a measly ten inch cock." * * * "Ok, you guys hang back here," said Nevada sometime later after her partner's tracking spell had led them across the city to the proverbial nondescript warehouse located near the Delta City International Airport. "I know you can handle yourselves, but these guys are not your normal goons. They seem super powered and maybe even Adonis types." "Well try and keep your panties on then," said Rex. "I know what happens to you Aphrodites when you see a big dick." "I guess that is why you don't have to worry about us jumping your bones then," shot back Nevada. "Ouch, that burns," replied Rex with a look of mock hurt on his face. Nevada picked the lock on a side door and the three heroines crept inside. The interior of the building had been radically modified from the typical one huge room and they found themselves in a corridor with doors leading off on either side. There was the faint sound of voices from further down the corridor and the three crept closer until they found the door the voices emenated from. "Move her right arm up a few inches," said one voice. "We need to have her back in the same position Twit left her in or he will notice and raise hell." "I say let him," grumbled a second voice. "We want to keep him happy and stupid for now," said a third voice. "Once we have a few more of these sluts and we get the information we need on how to make the compliance chips then we can get rid of him. Until then, we do what he wants, so stop groping her boobs and adjust that arm." The trio of heroines exchangedlooks and Nevada shrugged to silently indicate that much of what they heard didn't make sense. On the other hand, it certainly seemed they had the right place, so Ivory decided they could ask questions and take names after they kicked some ass, so she started by kicking the door open. "What the fuck?" said Richard turning to gape at the three intruders. "It's the Grade B heroines that Twit didn't want," sneered Thomas. "Well they look like Grade A fuckmeat to me," said Harold. "I got dibs on the black one." "That is so racist," snarled Ebonee as she uncollapsed the metal baton she had not had with her earlier and that the boys had brought with them. "I've got the white one," said Richard moving towards Ivory. "That sounds just as racist to me," said Nevada, "but I'm willing to give you a painful lesson in political correctness." "Well that leaves me with the sort of inbetween one," said Thomas looking at Piper with her short blonde hair and South Asian features. He paused at grinned at Piper. "What, no smart remarks like your slut friends?" Piper just shook her head and started to play her flute, generating and sending a large red energy snake moving towards Thomas. ""This time we won't be so gentle," said Richard as he closed on Nevada. "I'm going to bend you over when I'm done and fuck that hot ass of yours. What do you think of that sweetie? Want to just assume the position and save yourself some grief?" "You know," replied Nevada "I'm noticed that the more a guy runs his mouth, the smaller his dick is. Yours must be about two inches tops." "Fuck you bitch," snarled Richard and he charged at Nevada which was exactly what she had hoped he would do. This time she didn't try to get into a punching and kicking contest with him, but pulled her whip from her belt and wrapped it around the ankles of the charging man and he went down hard doing a face plant into the floor. "You will stay down if you are smart," said Nevada as she took a grip on the man's hair and smashed his face back into the floor once and then again until he stopped moving. Overconfident, Harold had advanced on Nefertari who let him get within reach of her baton before slamming the end into his stomach and doubling the man up as the air left his lungs in an explosive "oof". The next thing Harold saw was the girl's fist moving rapidly towards his face and then things went dark. "Ha, I;m not scared of your stupid little snakes," said Thomas who grabbed up Piper's generated creature with both hands. "Which is precisely what I wanted you to do," said Piper as she hit a new note on her flute and all the energy of her creation discharged into the man like a large electric eel. Thomas's eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he collapsed to the floor. * * * "They told us to stay out," signed the mute Lex as they paused in the doorway to watch the fighting begin. "Yeah, well I was never good at following instructions and I think they are going to need my expertise with those compliance chips they were going on about," replied Arizona. "Rex is guarding the van, so let's check out the frozen people," and he pointed at Ms. Americana and the other two heroines. They ignored the yelling and thuds that followed as Lex pushed Arizona's chair over to Ms. Americana. "If they are using a neural paralyzer, it has to be planted close to the brain," said Arizona. Lex nodded and pushed a strand of hair aside to reveal the chip. "Voila," said Arizona as he studied the remote control and clicked on the "off" button. "I almost had to use my brain for that one." Ms. Americana sagged briefly as the stasis field released her and then she straightened up. "Thanks," she said, "now see to the others please. I have some payback to deliver, though it doesn't seem I will get the chance." Arizona and Lex looked over at the fighting to see the three brothers either out cold or laying on the floor moaning. A few seconds later, Flag Girl and Lady Midnight were both unfrozen and equally frustrated at not having an opponent to take it out on. "No, no, no, this simply wont do," said Twit appearing in the doorway waving his gas gun around wildly in his agitation. "You are ruining the display of my collection. I simply cannot allow it." "You know, we really should have thought about bringing some gas masks with us," said Nevada as she tried to edge closer to Twit and get him in whip range. Before she could do that, or before Twit could fire his gun, a green humanoid form that looked vaguely frog like appeared behind Twit and pressed something against the man's neck. Twit gave a sigh, dropped his gun and collapsed. "Er, thanks for the help," said Ms. Americana, "but who the heck are you?" "I am the Meta Collector," said the frog like alien as he picked Twit up and slung him over one shoulder. "What the heck is a Meta?" asked Flag Girl. "Are those the things that got like a thousand legs and go squishy when yu step on them?" "I believe you are thinking of something quite different," said the alien. "I am Meta Collector which means that I collect collectors. This person will make a fine addition to my collection." The Meta Collector turned to look at Piper. "I shall not be greedy this time, but I will be back to collect you another time." With that, the Meta Collector turned and walked out of the room. "Hey come back here!" yelled Lady Midnight. "We might not like that Twit very much, but that still doesn't give you the right to just take off with him." There was no reply from Meta Collector and suddenly Lady Midnight hit an invisible wall and fell back onto her well padded ass. "Force field," snarled Ms. Americana and she began to bang furiously on the barrier as did Flag Girl and the other heroines. Suddenly it gave way though whether from theirr efforts, or another reason wasn't clear and they raced down the corridor to the parking lot to see a small spaceship parked next to Arizona's van and Rex leaning casually on said van with a coffee cup in his hand. "We've got to stop that spaceship," yelled Ms. Americana, though for the life of her she wasn't sure how to accomplish that. As strong as she was, she didn't have near the strength to hold a spaceship down and keep it from taking off. Omega Woman or Power Lass might be able to do that, but they weren't here. "Don't sweat it beautifyl," said Rex. "It isn't going anywhere." "And what makes you think that?" demanded the Queen of Justice as she stood there with fists clenched. "Well, that is a Rigelian Nebula Mark 2," said Rex. "They run on a Tetraoxy liquid fuel with a convenient external access point for quick fillups. A common practical joke is for someone to pour another liquid in the tank so the driver has to call for a tow." Rex upended his empty coffee cup and smiled broadly. The spaceship's engine at this point changed suddenly from the loud "vrooom" of a powerful working engine to a sputtering "fzzzzzt" as it fell back to the ground with a clunk. "How the hell could you possibly know that?" demanded Ms. Americana staring wide eyed at the grounded spaceship. "Oh I worked for a few years as a civilian engineer at Area 51," said Rex. "The Nebula Mark 2 is pretty popular with the rich kids from the Gamma Sector who like to come buz Earth on weekends for something to do." "Area 51? said Ms. Americana weakly. "Oh I couldn't possibly have mentioned Area 51 and any classified knowledge I picked up while working there," replied Rex. "I'm sure the idiot just ran out of fuel." "Well, I think we can leave this in the hands of the She Legion," said Nevada as she saw the sun just coming up over the horizon. "I've been up all night and I have an early class. That jackass Werner will throw a snit if I am late." I told you we are getting better," said a smug Nefertari as they started to load into the van. "We didn't even get groped on this mission, let alone raped." "Speak for yourself," muttered Lady Midnight as she gave her sore ass a rub. "I feel like I have been fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry!" Suddenly she saw the Trash Triplets stumble out the door, heading for their SUV. "Oh goody, I see some punching bags to take out my excess aggression on. My therapist will be real happy about this," she said and cracked her knuckles. "Ah the sweet sounds of payback," said Nevada as a series of thuds and screams of pain came to them as they pulled away. The End "