Tales from Delta City: Beauty and the Beast 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. Delta City, Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Shield (Carla Rogers), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Hexanna and the other heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X. The mutoids (none with names), Dragon Queen and Elsa are also the creation of Mr. X. All other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note This is a "stand alone" story, but it does take place after the events of Delta City PI#39 and Nevada Jones #9. You don't have to have read those stories, but here are a few useful facts. My busty blonde private eye, Nancy who was sometimes knownby her nickname Detective Boobs helped setup Sanctuary or rather set it up again. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords before our stories split into alternate realities, so my version of Sanctuary is a bit different than his. In either case, Sanctuary is a place where those being hunted or in trouble can find respite. Elsa appeared in my Nevada Jones story where she was trying to find an ancient artifact for her New Reich masters and they don't like failure. That should be enough to get you into this story, but yu are always welcome to read the earlier stories in full. "We don't want your kind around here!" said a female voice in a low sibilant hiss. The hunched over blonde woman looked up from the coffee she had been nursing into the angry face of a auburn haired young woman with sea green eyes. There was a smudge of dirt on the blonde's right cheek and her blue eyes had a tired, haunted look. She really would havepreferred whiskey to coffee, but she needed to keep what was left of her wits about her. Elsa wondered if she knew the woman who was in her face. She looked vaguely familiar. One of the masks? "I'm not looking for any trouble or wanting to cause any," said Elsa wearily. "Like I would believe anything you say," sneered the woman. "I suggest you finish your coffee and get out. Don't bother coming back." Elsa didnt reply and the woman turned and marched away to the bar to talk to a tall African-American man who was leaning casually against the bar while the large breasted brunette bartender behind him looked after customers. Elsa wondered if he would call the police or even worse, some of her former colleagues, but decided that was very unlikely. Those who ran and frequented this Sanctuary seemed very much preoccupied with maintaining a low profile. She had only stumbled into by accident when she had followed another woman who had seemed just as down on her luck as Elsa was, hoping to find shelter for the night. * * * '"I don't like that bitch being here," said Carla Rodgers to Cyril. Cyril glanced over at the table where the blonde was sitting. "I can certainly understand that," he said, "but at the moment she looks more like something the cat dragged in than a threat. This isn't just a sanctuary for Aphrodites, it's for anyone who really needs it." "What if she has friends or maybe even enemies who come looking for her?" Carla persisted. Cyril pursed his lips and then tapped the earbud in his ear. "Frank checked with Cindy who still has contacts on the Delta City PD and apparently there is no warrant currently out for her. There was some suspicions regarding her and some warehouse breakins a few weeks back, but nothing proved and no charges laid. Steve is around, though he is off checking on something else at the moment. If we have a situation develop, I think we have enough muscle on hand to look after things." As he talked, Cyril glanced over at a table where Christine Simmons and BB were sitting and talking to Assistant DA Angela Greer and Lydia Borden. He knew Christine and BB very well and if the other two were who he suspected, then he didn't think his confidence was misplaced. For that matter, he also had a pretty good idea who Carla was when she wasn't a university student. There had been several sightings lately of Shield working alongside Captain Glory taking on local criminals and he certainly knew who Captain Glory was. It was a rather odd pairing he thought. Steve was more than old enough to be Carla's father and there didn't seem to be anything the least romantic or sexual in their partnership. It just seemed that unlikely as it was, that some kind of bond had formed between the two. Everyone who worked at Sanctuary or who were customers knew about the importance of keeping its location secret from the nasties. Having Elsa here was not good, but Cyril couldn't deny the woman looked in need and he always had the backup plan for hiding Sanctuary that Nancy had negotiated with someone, possibly Hexanna he suspected. This section of town had several dozen virtually identical empty warehouses and a simple pull of a lever hidden behind the bar would switch Sanctuary with one of those other buildings. Oddly enough when he had tested the spell, the hole in the basement moved with it. "I think we will just keep an eye on her for now," Cyril said and Carla nodded unhappily. Over in the corner a trio of musicians was setting up their instruments in preparation for playing. Cyril knew the drummer in the all female band which was how they got the gig. That and they were just starting out and came cheap. Becky Wong was an enthusiastic, if not yet totally polished drummer and apparently Mrs. Wong was unhappy about having to listen to them practice at the restaurant. Well, if there was any trouble, a simple phonecall would bring a whole bunch of hurt for anyone causing trouble that might impact Becky. * * * The mutoid stuck his head out of the hole and then quickly ducked before the shield could decapitate him. A few seconds later a tentative hand held up a slime covered five dollar bill like a parley flag. "I have the cover charge," rumbled the deep bass voice. "We don't have a cover charge," snapped Captain Glory as he regarded the hand and the money suspiciously. "What do you want here?" "Come listen to music," came the unexpected reply. "We have done what Detective Boobs wanted. We keep underground passages clear for customers." Captain Glory sighed and stepped back from the hole in the floor. They had patched it and were waiting for a company to install a lockable , heavy duty metal trapdoor over the opening. He had to admit the mutoids had so far kept their word. Some of the more scared of Sanctuary's patrons came via the underground passages and so far the mutoids had granted them safe passage. That didn't hold everywhere in the underground warrans of the city, but there were multiple groups of the mutoids who had minimal contact with each other. In many ways, they were organized like street level gangs, each with their own territory and often fueded with each other. "Ok, you can come in as long as you keep covered up so as not to scare the crap out of the other customers," said Captain Glory. Damned if he knew how the blonde private eye that the mutoids and others called Detective Boobs had gotten any cooperation from the previously hostile mutoids, but somehow she had. Captain Glory didn't like it, but a deal was a deal and you had to keep your word or you were nothing. "You can keep the five bucks," he added hurriedly, not wanting to have to touch it. The mutoid climbed out of the hole carring an XXXXXL raincoat which it started to put on. "Will buy beer and chicken wings then," said the creature with a grin that revealed sharp teeth in a face only a mother could love. Considering the mutoids were created by Dragon Queen from some synthetic organic slime, that seemed to leave them without such support. "Lucky Trudy," replied Captain Glory glancing at the slime covered bill again. "My name Kellog," said the mutoid holding out his enormous hand which Captain Glory ignored. "I didn't think your kind had names," said the hero as he reslung his shield over his back. "How did you come up with a name like Kellog anyway?" "Found box in dumpster," said Kellog as he pulled the hood up over his head. "I guess its a good thing you didn't find a box of some feminine hygiene products then," said Captain Glory after a moment's thought. * * * Chloe walked along nervously through the underground passages. Now and then the 18 year old brown haired girl looked behind her as did her companion. "I don't think anyone is following us anymore," she said, finally breaking the silence. "I need to sit down and rest for a bit. I've been on my feet all day." "I could use a rest too," replied Juanita. "There seems to be some little rooms here," she noted. "Maybe as good a place as any." Chloe nodded and the two teens ducked into one of the small rooms. To Chloe's surprise there was a mattress on the floor with sheets on it and a few little odds and ends of furniture including a dilapidated armchair. Chloe was about to pull back out of the room, but it seemed clearly abandoned as there was a light layer of dust on the floor that showed no footprints. "I hope nothing happened to the former occupant," said Juanita with a shiver. Chloe nodded in agreement and flopped down to a sitting position on the mattress with her back to the wall and an eye on the door to the corridor. A moment later, an exhausted Juanita was sitting beside her. She and Juanita had met only a few days ago, but they had quickly formed a strong friendship. They were both homeless, but for quite different reasons. For Chloe, it had been due to the sudden arrival of IT. Things had been strained at home before that, but IT had been too much for her extremely conservative born again parents and they had simply disowned her and told her that since she was 18, she was on her own. May God save her immortal soul. Juanita was a "dreamer" whose legal status was in question, especially after her parents had been deported. Both girls were Type Zero Aphrodites which meant they got most of the physical attributes of an Aphrodite. In particular, they both had large D cup breasts, but being Type Zero they got no useful super powers like strength and healing factor let alone niftier gifts like flying. For many, being a Type Zero Aphrodite was a cruel joke. There was the tantalizing possibility of greater things, but those were not fulfilled. Chloe might have a chest that girls in her highschool classes had envied, but she was short sighted and had rather mousy brown hair instead of the gleaming blonde and raven black that seemed to be the stock in trade of Type I Aphrodites who took up super heroing. Likewise, Juanita had the boobs, but otherwise was not a stunner when it came to looks with a few too many pounds in the wrong places, short legs and an embarrassingly flat ass. No one would call either of them ugly, but they were a long way from the Lydia Willis concept of beauty. Then for Chloe there was IT, the thing that finally drove her onto the streets. Still, life on the streets was in some ways better than it had been at home. That had suddenly changed a few hours ago when the two girls had been scavenging leftovers from tables in the food court of a mall. A large man dressed all in black leather and who looked like he had watched too many episodes of "Delta City Bounty Hunter", the popular reality show on WOLF had approached them. He had smiled, like a shark smiles, and asked them if they needed any help. He said he could get them jobs if they went with him to see a friend of his. Alarms and bells had immediately gone off for both girls and they had quickly fled the food court and the mall. At first they thought they were safe, but then they had caught glimpses of the man in a large truck following them. They would dash down an alley and think they had lost him, only to hve him suddenly reappear. Finally, in desperation, they had taken to the underground tunnels hoping to lose him and now they thought they had. The tunnels were dangerous, , but if you could run fast enough, you could easily escape the mutoids who inhabited them. Chloe felt Juanita shift beside her on the mattress and then lean her head on Chloe's shoulder. "You know, you have never showed it to me," said Juanita and her hand began to run over Chloe's thigh through her jeans. "Juanita, I don't think this is the time or place for that kind of thing," protested Chloe as she tried to ignore just how nice Juanita's hand felt. "We are safe here for now," murmered Juanita reaching for the button on Chloe's jeans. "Besides, I'm horny. I think it is from being so fucking scared." Chloe rolled her eyes. "You are an Aphrodite. Fried chicken can make you horny." "Mmmm, especially the breast meat," agreed Juanita as she took her head from Chloe's shoulder and looked her new friend in the eyes to show her sincerity. "Are you sure this won't gross you out?" asked Chloe uncertainly. "I promise if it grosses me out that I will scream and run away, said Juanita with a smile as she got the button undone and pulled down the zipper. "Very funny," replied Chloe as she lifted her ass off the mattress and let Juanita tug down her jeans. Finding clean panties when you are homeless is a struggle and so she was going commando. Chloe was glad they had managed to get a shower that afternoon at the Y and she was fairly clean down there excet for a bit of sweat from their recent flight. "It's pretty small," said Juanita pursing her lips. Chloe looked down at her groin. There between her thighs was IT. The cock she had suddenly grown and which had so freaked out her mother when Chloe had gone to her with her problem, hoping for support and help and found rejection. "Well, it got scared and its hiding," she pointed out. "Can I touch it?" asked Juanita glancing up from the shriveled penis to Chloe's eyes again. Chloe sighed. "I'm an Aphrodite too remember? Those leftover french fries made me horny." Chloe felt Juanita take her cock into one soft hand and felt it twitch against the other girl's palm. "Oooo, it's alive," giggled Juanita. "It's going to be a lot more than just alive if yu keep handling it like that," said Chloe as she watched Juanita begin to gently pull and stroke her fleshy appendage. "Just call me Dr. Frankenstein then," grinned Juanita as she lowered her face and stuck out her tongue to take a little lick at the tip. "I think I will call you anything you want if you keep doing that," gasped Chloe as it had seemed like an electric spark had jumped between her dick and Juanita's wet tongue. "Mmmm, it's not so small now," said Juanita as she regarded the semi-hard cock throbbing in her hand. "Let's see just how big I can make it." With that the latina slipped Chloe's cock into her mouth and pressed her lips tight about the shaft while she licked it some more. 'This is nuts,' thought Chloe as she watched her cock disappear into Juanita's oh so warm and wet mouth. 'We might still have some psychopath hunting us and here we are doing this. Damn my Aphrodite gene all to hell and oh fuck does that feel good!" * * * Guardian sensed the presence of humans nearby and floated out of the control room and down the corridor towards the rooms once occupied by the Lost Heroines who were now part of it. Guardian reached the room that Power Venus had once occupied and extended her senses into the room. 'Oh my,' thought Guardian and its normally white glow went slightly pink. 'These two seem no threat and I think they could use some privacy.' Guardian retreated quietly back down the corridor to the control room. It thought it had finally figured out one of the control subroutines of the reboot device. That would leave only a few hundred thousand more to work on after that to complete its understanding of the software. * * * Huntsman paused in the intersection of two unerground corridors and checked his tracking device. He had gotten good DNA readings from the two little whores in the food court and there was no way on Earth they could elude him now. They were only grade B specimens he figured, but there were plenty of customers in South america and the Middle East who didn't much care as long as they had big tits for them to play with. The large black clad man squinted at his trackers readout. The two were maybe a mile away. He hadn't run into any mutoids since entering the tunnels, but he had two cans of gas attached to his wide leather utility belt. The monsters didn't like that gas, not at all, so there was nothing to worry him down here. * * * Chloe ran her hands through Juanita's black hair as the other girl continued to bob her mouth up and down on her now totally hard and not so little cock. Maybe it had been the size of the thing that had so frightened her mother when she had showed it to her? Chloe thought she had seen a weird look cross Cassy's face before she ran from the room chanting prayers as she went. Juanita pulled her mouth off Chloe's rod with a loud popping sound and began to strip off her own clothes. "What are you doing?" asked Chloe as her friend removed her top and her light brown melons with darker brown nipples came into view. "Taking my clothes off," returned Juanita as she tugged down her pants. "Yeah, well I can see that, but why?" asked Chloe as her friend finished stripping. "Because I want to play ping pong and I always do that naked," replied Juanita rejoining Chloe on the bed. "Now don't be dense, I want to try riding that monster of yours." "I thought you said it was tiny," replied Chloe. "That was before I gave it my expert treatment," commented Juanita as she pushed Chloe back on the mattress and straddled her groin. The latina girl reached out with one hand and grasped Chloe's cock in it to steady and guide it towards her waiting slit. "Juanita, I'm not sure this is a good idea," began Chloe. "Im damn sure it is," retorted Juanita. "Blame it on those chicken nuggets we found. They reminded me of testicles and got me horny." Chloe opened her mouth to say something else then snapped it shut again as she felt her cock begin to slide into Juanita's velvety soft tunnel. Yeah, maybe those chicken nuggets had affected her too she thought as she thrust her hips upward to push more of her cock into Juanita's pussy. It's a damn good thing they had not found a spicy chicken sandwich she thought or Juanita might have a sore ass tomorrow. Well, she still might thought Chloe as Juanita's wet cunt totally swallowed her cock. * * * Elsa was on her way to the ladies room when she saw the massive figure sitting by himself by the door leading to the public washrooms. The blonde saw a massive green finger tapping on the table in time with the music and without thinking, she leaned down to peer under the concealing hood. 'Fuck, they don't like me in here,' thought Elsa, 'and here is a damn mutoid looking like he is about to start playing air guitar.' "Hi pretty lady," rumbled Kellog. "You want to sit with me?" "Not if you were the last man or thing on Earth!" snapped Elsa as she pushed past him and into the bathroom. Kellog just shrugged his massive shoulders and went back to keeping time with the muisic. He thought the drummer was pretty damn hot. When Elsa came out of the washroom, having taken the time to clean the dirt from her face, she wondered what she could do now. She didn't have any money left and no place to stay. Glancing over at the bar, she saw she was getting the evil eye from the woman who had confronted her earlier. Just how the hell had things come to this she wondered. Not just the last few weeks and her current situation, but her whole fucking life. The recent past was easy enough to understand. After her failure to retrieve the Ark, the Council had turned on her for being a failure. They hadn't been satisfied with kicking her out either and had actually put a contract out on her head. It was so damn unfair! The council had bailed out and even welcomed back that moron Council Commander and that incompetent oaf Baron von Stiga. Of course they had. They were men and it wasn't their fault they had not succeeded in the face of unknown powers. She on the other hand was not allowed to fail. Sexist pigs! [Author's Note: See the events in Nevada Jones for more details on Elsa's misadventures.] As for the rest of her life, Elsa didn't know what to think. Her parents had been devoted to the cause of the New Reich and had raised her to accept all its principles as gosiple. She had been a dutiful child and obeyed her parents in everything. When she had reached puberty and her Aphrodite abilities manifested themselves, her parents had assured her over and over again that she was destined to help the New Reich reach a position of dominance in the world once more. Her parents hadn't lied to her had they? She was still destined for great things wasn't she? The problem was destiny didn't fill your stomach and hers was growling at her. "Pretty lady want some chicken wings?" asked Kellog, breaking into her monologue of thoughts. Elsa looked at the large plate of chicken wings and felt herself start to drool even as her stomach complained once more. Goddess,had she sunk this low? Apparently she had, she decided. "Yes, I would like some very much," she said sitting down opposite the mutoid. "Detective Boobs said you must use the P word," said Kellog. Elsa didn't know who the hell this Detective Boobs was, but she scrounged up the creature's meaning after a few moments thought. Er, please may I have some chicken wings?" she asked softly. "Kellog just smiled at her and pushed the plate of wings into the center of the table where she could reach them. * * * Guardian paused in its work in the control room as it sensed a new presence nearby in the underground passages. It extended tentative mental feelers towards the being and quickly recoiled at what it sensed. How should it deal with this being it wondered? It could just vaporize it and be done with it and it doubted anyone would miss such a vile person, but it did seem a rather excessive reaction. Some of its constituent parts strongly argued for the need to remain in touch with humanity and not to start playing god with lives. What to do then? Perhaps it would be best to let physical beings deal with other physical beings? Yes, that seemed right. Guardian once more reached out mental tendrils to contact one of the beings who had promised to keep the underground passages safe. That being had an odd mental quality to it that Guardian was unsure how to describe to itself. Transition perhaps? * * * The plate of wings was almost gone when Kellog suddenly sat bolt upright in his seat as if he had heard something that Elsa couldn't. "I have to go," he said standing up abruptly. Perhaps it was a measure of her despair and general state of mind, but Elsa was actually sorry to hear this. "Is something the matter?" she asked. "I didn't mean to offend you with that joke I told about three mutoids going into a bar." "I thought the joke was funny," replied Kellog. "I did not think a trombone could fit into that opening. I must go though. We promised Detective Boobs to make sure the passages were safe for those coming to Sanctuary. There is a danger I must deal with." The mutoid hurried over to the door in the corner leading to the basement and for reasons she didn't even pretend to understand, Elsa followed it. Just curiosity and nothing better to do, she told herself. She certainly didnt like this inferior creature! * * * Chloe screamed as she climaxed and began to shoot her load into Juanita's pussy even as she felt her friend reach her own orgasm and clamp her softness around her emptying rod. For a couple of minutes, they lay intertwined on the mattress just coming down from the intensity of their lovemaking and unable to speak. Suddenly the door to the room was kicked open and they looked up in shock to see the large, black clad man with a gun in his hand looking down at them. "Looks like you little sluts are having some lesbo fun," he sneered. Then his eyes bulged as Chloe got off Juanita and he got his first look at the girl's cock. "Oh fuck, you are one of those freaks. Well, it doesn't really matter, I got a list of buyers who like shit like that." Even as she tried to cover herself with her hands, Chloe felt like she had been punched in the gut by the man's words. 'Freak' had been one of the words hurled at her by her mother. For just a little while, she had felt normal and safe in Juanita's arms and now she was back in the nightmare. A glance over at Juanita showed that her friend was having a similar reaction. "Get yourselves dressed," ordered the man as he took two sets of hancuffs from his utility belt. "I don't want to have to carry you all the way back to my truck, but I'll put a tranq dart in you and do it if I have to." "Please, don't do this," begged Juanita as she scrambled back into her clothes, blushing all the time at the man's eyes on her. "Stop your sniveling girl," ordered Huntsman as he roughly pulled first Juanita's arms behind her and cuffed them before repeating the process with Chloe. "All you two mean to me is the money I expect to get for you. Maybe if you are real lucky, I will give you a good fucking before I sell you. I will show you what a real man is like." The last sentence was addressed to Juanita. "That way," Huntsman gestured to the right when they were out in the corridor. "Leave girls alone," said a loud voice behind the trio and all three of them looked back to see the massive figure of a mutoid shambling down the corridor towards them. "Fuck off!" snarled Huntsman as the creature advanced. "These two bitches are mine. You can go find your own pussy you fucking asshole!" "This protected area," said the mutoid giving its massive head a shake. "No one hurt here, we promised." Chloe was too scared, first by the man's appearance and now by the sight of the lumbering monster to make out the meaning of the thing's words at first. Slowly it dawned on her that the creature might actually be trying to save them? It was such a ludicrous thought that she would have laughed if the fear and despair hadn't frozen her vocal cords. "I warned you to fuck off," snarled Huntsman and he pulled one of the cans of gas from his belt and sprayed the contents into the face of the oncoming mutoid. * * * Elsa had watched the mutoid drop the concealing raincoat and climb down a hole in the basement floor. When she peered down the hole, the blonde could see a wooden ladder going down about ten feet to a metal lined corridor. 'Why am I doing this?' she asked herself as she swung herself over the edge of the opening and followed the mutoid. 'I didn't know I had an Alice in Wonderland complex!' The buxom blonde folowed the mutoid for several minutes along the underground passages. Not once did the creature slow down or look back and elsa didn't think he was even aware of her following him. It seemed like Kellog was listening to instructions in his mind that only it could hear and his limited brain capacity had no room for anything else. Then she came around a corner and Elsa saw a muscular, dark haired man with tattoos all over his arms, guiding a pair of handcuffed teen girls in front of him and waving a gun. The mutoid had called on the man to stop and let the girls go only to have the man blast the creature with some kind of gas that made the mutoid scream and collapse to its knees in the corridor. "That will teach you to interfere with your betters," sneered Huntsman. 'Betters?' thought Elsa and felt a sudden, unexpected jolt of revulsion at that word. It had been a word she had used herself more than a few times, but suddenly it felt so different. How was this large man with a gun who was obviously kidnapping a pair of innocent girls better than the mutoid who had been trying to protect them? Why was she even thinking a stupid question like that? Hadn't she done much the same things as the man in her work for the council? This was none of her affair and she should just turn around and leave the girls and the monster to their fate. It was what inferiorsdeserved wasn't it? But the stupid damn, ugly as sin, creature had been the only one who had been nice to her. He had shared his food with her and hadn't asked anything except politeness in return. No, he was an inferior, fabricated thing and had no call on her loyalty. "You stupid bastard,! Leave the girls and the creature alone," called Elsa and dully wondered why the hell she had said that after deciding this was none of her business. Huntsman looked up in surprise from the moaning mutoid to the woman who had suddenly appeared behind it. "This ain't none of your fucking business bitch," he snarled and then stopped when he got a real good look at the woman. She was Grade A material if he had ever seen it and would by herself net him two or three times what these other two would together. "Just put up your hands and come over here," he commanded, fumbling for another set of handcuffs from his belt. Elsa hesitated, unsure what to do. The man was too far away for her to rush him and the last bend in the corridor was too far back for her to possibly reach it in time. The chicken wings had helped revive her, but after a week of desperate running and hiding, she was also not at the peak of her abilities. Suddenly, one of the two girls, the brown haired one, lunged at the man and jostled him from behind. He didn't go down, merely stumbling, but that split second was all that Elsa needed and she was quickly on top of him and chopping a hand down to knock the gun from his hand. A fist from the large man connected with the side of Elsa's head and she went down, but managed to pull the man with her and they rolled around on the floor with each trying to get the advantage. "Damn, those big tits of yours beel nice against me," grinned Huntsman as he ended up on top with Elsa pinned under him. "And your balls feel nice against my knee," snarled Elsa as she brought her knee up into the groin of the overconfident asshole with all the force she could manage. There was a satisfying scream from Huntsman and then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the floor unconscious. When Elsa finally managed to push the dead weight of the man off her and get to her feet, she saw that Kellog had also regained his feet. There were a few more dribbly places on his face, but overall it couldn't possibly make him look any worse and he seemed to have managed to shrug off any lingering effects. "Please, please don't hurt us," sniffed Juanita looking fearfully at the monster. "No hurt," rumbled Kellog. "Promised Detective Boobs not to hurt. Free you,. Take you to Sanctuary where you safe." Elsa wasn't sure who was more astonished, her or the two girls as Kellog easily freed them from the handcuffs without any effort at all. * * * Shield, aka Carla Rogers had seen the mutoid suddenly bolt for the basement and watched the blonde bitch follow it. Grabbing her shield from behind the bar, Carla had quickly followed them to the basement, stopping only long enough to switch into her costume before going down the hole. She had got to the bend in the corridor just in time to catch the end of the fight and watch the mutoid free the two girls. Nowe she stood there with her mouth open for a second in surprise before clicking it shut. "Girls need help," said Kellog as he turned around and spotted the stunned Shield. "Um, er right," agreed Shield. "I will take them back to Sanctuary and get them some food. I know Cyril has a free room that they can bunk down in. What about him?" she asked nudging Huntsman with a bootted foot. "I, we will look after him," said Elsa as she glanced over at Kellog who nodded his large head in agreement. "I still don't like you," said Shield, forgetting she had been in her civilian identity when she had confronted Elsa the first time. "I don't expect you to," replied Elsa as she picked up Huntsman and slung him over her shoulder and gestured for Kellog to come with her. * * * Huntsman groaned and opened his eyes to the sounds of people laughing. He tried to raise one hand to his head and lower one to his aching balls, but found he couldn't move either arm. He blinked several times to get things around him into focus and saw a handful of people looking at him like he was part of some sideshow at the circus. He looked down and saw he was naked and duct taped to something cold and metallic. He heard a flapping sound and looked up to see a flag moving in the breeze of dawn. He looked around as best he could and saw he was in the park beside City Hall and a couple of cops were walking towards him with smirks on their faces. Huntsman swore that those bitches would pay for his humiliation. * * * Elsa stood beside Kellog in one of the underground corridors, not sure what she should do next. There was, however, one question she needed to ask the mutoid. "Who the hell is this Detective Boobs you keep mentioning?" "You have not seen Detective Boobs?" asked the mutoid looking surprised. When Elsa shook her head, the mutoid gestured for the blonde to follow him. Elsa was still reflexively suspicious of the creature, but curiosity won out again and she followed the large mutoid down several halls until they came to what looked like a deadend. Looking around as if to be sure they were alone, Kellog grasped the wall in front of him and removed a section that looked heavy enough to way a ton without any apparent effort. Putting the wall section to one side, Kellog reached inside and fumbled around the wall for a few seconds before a light came on. The creature gestured for Elsa to go into the hidden room which she did with some trepidation while Kellog replaced the section of wall. The hidden room was revealed to be about twelve feet square. On one wall was a large 70 inch HD television and about six feet in front of it was an old sofa that looked like it had been rescued from the dump with its split covering and stuffing trying to fall out of the cushions. "Media room," said Kellog proudly. "Where did you steal the TV from?" asked Elsa without thinking. "Wade-Mart in downtown mall," replied Kellog promptly without batting a massive eyelash at the question. ""Popcorn?" he asked going over to a rickety table that held a new looking microwave that had probbly come from the same place as the television. "Why the hellnot," replied Elsa sitting down on the sofa. In a few minutes there was the tantalizing smell of popcorn and while it popped,Kellog went over to a milk crate and took out a DVD and slid it into the machine attached to the large screen TV. Collecting the popcorn and the remote, the mutoid sat down on the sofa next to Elsa and hit the Playbutton. Reaching into the open bag of popcorn on Kellog's lap, Elsa sat back to watch whatever the hell this video was. She watched a large breasted black woman in a skimpy black bikini climb through a window and sneak over to a mockup of a safe. A few moments later, a blonde in a trenchcoat climbed through the same window and made an overdone shushing gesture and crept up on the black woman who was in the process of trying to open the safe. "That's Detective Boobs," said Kellog with what sounded like pride. Elsa didn't have to ask about the origin of the nickname as the video quickly turned into a double striptease and she got a good look at the reason for the nickname. Make that two reasons. As she watched the video entranced, Elsa kept reaching into the popcorn bag and stuffing kernals in her mouth. It was just at the point when the two women fell onto the bed together in the video that Elsa's questing fingers brushed over something very hard and warm. What the hell she thought and examined it closer with her hand before stiffening with recognition. "Kellog?" she finally said carefully. "Yes pretty lady?" asked the mutoid. "Is that what I think it is?" asked Elsa a bit nervously. "It my dick," confirmed Kellog. "Me heard about this trick from a movie. Always wanted try it" "I see," said Elsa carefully and tried not to think about how nice and salty the popcorn had been. "It um feels pretty big," she finally said after a few moments, unsure of what else to say or do. "You can play with it if you like," said Kellog. Elsa thought about this for a few seconds. The mutoid was not making any threatening gestures or acting menacing in any way, but merely sitting there and leaving the decision up to her. Elsa considered this for a few more moments. True, the creature was as ugly as sin, but damn that cock felt nice under her touch. Was that her brain thinking or her Aphrodite gene? Did it matter? Elsa started to move her hand up and down the thick shaft and felt more and more precum gushing out of the tip to coat her hand and the remaining popcorn. On the screen, the video had ended with the black woman and the one Kellog called Detective Boobs kissing. "Me got director's cut," said the mutoid and another scene came up showing the two women, joined by several others in the bed having an orgy. The blonde detective was going down on the black woman's pussy while an oddly familiar looking brunette did the same thing to the blonde. As the scene progressed, several other women joined in the fun. Elsa felt her pussy begin to drip as she kept stroking the massive cock in her hand. Damn, she had to see just how big it was and she turned her head from the video to peer into the popcorn bag. She got just a brief glimpse of an impossibly large green cock when it shot a blast of cum up and all over her face. Elsa reflexively closed her eyes to protect them and felt several more huge wads smack against her chin, nose, lips and cheeks. "That was fun," said Kellog with a sigh as Elsa sat back on the sofa with cum soaking her hair and dripping from her face. "Maybe for you," muttered Elsa. "Still hard," said Kellog. "Can make it fun for you too if you want?" Elsa pulled the popcorn bag off Kellog's lap and considered his very erect member. She then looked up at that face of his. Well, she could always keepher eyes shut she thought as she began to pull off her clothes. The End