--The Green Spectre - Investigation Afoul part 1--

DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING ABOUT BONDAGE AND GRAPHIC SEX.

Green Spectre, Ms. Americana, Geoffrey the Butler, Got Gal, and Amazing Babe are creations of Mr. X.

Author: Kooster

     Geoffrey, who used to be Brenda Wade's butler, sat in CEO's office as acting head of Wade Industries. The elderly man had been running the corporate giant for a few months, as the board of trustees searched for a new CEO. He puffed on a Cuban cigar, where he enjoyed the well prepared tobacco. As he exhaled, the office phone chimed with an incoming call.
     He answered the call and then stated, "Geoffrey here." He listened to the caller, and then responded, "You've narrowed the CEO search to three candidates? And they're all ladies? Excellent! It will be good for Wade Industries to still be helmed under a woman's touch."
     He listened again, and then apprehensively stated, "You want me involved in the final interview process? I must decline. I only took over for Brenda Wade out of respect for all the years she and her family kept me in their employment. I have complete faith that you and the Board will choose wisely. Good day." He hung up the phone.
     At that moment, there was a knock at the office doors. "Enter.", Geoffrey stated.
     The twin, dark brown oak doors opened where a tall blonde woman, wearing a long, dark green overcoat walked in. Her green mask, black gloves, and black boots could be seen. Geoffrey, acting like a gentleman, rose and politely greeted his visitor.
     "The Green Spectre.", Geoffrey greeted. He gently took one of the blonde's gloved hands, and then softly kissed it. The blonde superheroine blushed at being treated with such chivalry. He continued, "To what do I owe the honor for one of Delta City's superheroines?"
     Green Spectre sternly answered, "I'm here on FBI business."
     The elderly man noticed that she didn't say "official". He communicated over the speaker phone, "Mercy, I'm in a private conference until further notice."
     The administrative assistant acknowledged, "Yes, Mister Geoffrey."
     Geoffrey softly reprimanded himself, and then asked, "Can I get you something to drink? Espresso? Latte? Coffee? Tea?"
     The blonde heroine requested, "You could put out that cigar."
     The elderly man embarrassingly stated, "Oh, of course." He extinguished his cigar as best as possible. He then offered, "Please, sit."
     Green Spectre sat down, and then inquired, "When was the last time you saw Brenda Wade?"
     Upon hearing the name, Geoffrey hid his middle-aged face in his hands and sniffled with sadness. He had long practiced on being grief stricken with Brenda Wade's absence that he could fool just about anyone. He composed himself, and then sat upright. The acting CEO apologized, "I'm sorry Green Spectre, but I miss her terribly."
     The blonde superheroine genuinely felt the elderly man's sadness. She stated, "I know that this is tender subject, Geoffrey, but when did you last see Ms. Wade."
     Geoffrey recalled, "I last saw her a few months ago, when she had returned from a business trip."
     "What was her mood?", Green Spectre probed.
     "Ms. Wade was in a very foul mood.", he answered.
     The blonde heroine asked, "How foul?"
     "Mad enough," he replied, "where I nearly lost my groin from her high heeled shoe that she flung at me."
     "And then what?", she further inquired.
     Geoffrey sighed, and then sadly recalled, "I did not see Ms. Wade afterwards. I searched Wade Manor a few days later for her, but she was no where to be found. I only found the envelope with all of the legal papers she had signed."
     "Would you be willing to submit to a polygraph?", Green Spectre forcefully asked.
     The acting CEO countered, "Do I need to call my lawyers?"
     She sighed, and then clarified, "No, it would be voluntary."
     Geoffrey inquired, "Forgive me for being so bold, Green Spectre, but are you conducting an official FBI investigation?"
     The blonde heroine slumped into the chair, where she looked haggard and a little worn. She confessed, "No, I'm conducting a personal investigation."
     The elderly man sagely stated, "I see. Come over to Wade Manor tonight. I will let you search the manor that might reveal some additional leads."
     Green Spectre's spirited were lifted. She thanked, "I will see you later tonight."
     After the green-clad heroine left, Geoffrey made a private call on his personal smartphone. As soon as his call was answered, the elderly man requested, "I need a tracker." He heard the answer and smiled with a wicked grin. He happily replied, "Excellent. Payment will be wired shortly." Geoffrey ended the call, and then relit his cigar.
     Geoffrey left the office a few minutes later, and then mentioned to his administrative assistant, "Seems a rather rum sort of day, Mercy, with the Green Spectre's visit. Need to talk to Legal, and then I'll see you tomorrow. Contact me if there's a crisis. And feel free to leave early to treat yourself to a good dinner. Expense it to me."
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     Green Spectre drove her green-and-black modified Subaru Legacy back to Delta City's FBI branch. While she could have driven--heck afforded--a high-end car, the blonde heroine liked the Legacy's belt-gear system where she didn't feel the car lurch when it changed gears. She also had the vehicle modified to a different outer shell, which made it near impossible to tell what kind of car she drove.
     The blonde heroine wanted to look up the electronic copies of all the documents that Brenda Wade had signed away her fortune and company. It was possible that Brenda Wade wanted to become a recluse, especially from all her precarious escapades as Ms. Americana, but to give everything to that elderly creep? Ever instinct told Green Spectre that Geoffrey was scum.
     She also didn't like being out before dusk, where she felt too exposed and there were no shadows to hide in. Before she arrived at FBI headquarters, Green Spectre saw an Afro-American pass her and then zoom off. She instantly recognized him, "Wait! Isn't that Mr. Pimp?!? What's he doing out of jail?!?" The blonde heroine turned on her police lights and sirens, and then slammed down on the gas for a high-speed pursuit.
     Green Spectre's sense of justice took over, where she focused so much on pursuing Mr. Pimp and paid no attention to where she was heading. Her subconscious told the FBI agent to call in backup, but the blonde heroine brazenly concluded that she could easy take down Mr. Pimp. She also believed this sheer coincidence was a lead for her private investigation.
     The plump Afro-American smiled as he deliberately raced through the streets of Delta City. He thought that he should give a bonus to the cops for staying out of the way. Mr. Pimp managed to text "p2", a minute before he reached the checkpoint. He zoomed by a parked car, which was an exact replica of his own vehicle, and then disappeared into a garage. The garage door closed to completely conceal Mr. Pimp.
     Green Spectre saw what she thought was Mr. Pimp's car, and then broke her green machine to a screeching halt. The blonde heroine normally relied on stealth, but it wasn't even sunset yet. Besides, she hoped her loud presence scared the crap out of Mr. Pimp.
     The blonde heroine quickly scanned her surroundings, and then commented, "I'm in the abandoned warehouse district. Typical M.O. for Mr. Pimp. Lead me to some out-of-the-way location, and then try to ravish me. Not this time." Green Spectre went back into her vehicle, and then opened a panel that revealed a retina scanner. She looked into the scanner with her hazel eyes, and then a computerized voice stated, "Identity confirmed." Another panel opened. Green Spectre pressed a button that opened the trunk of her green machine. She closed both panels, exited her vehicle, and then put on a high-tech, green chasity belt. After Green Spectre latched closed her chasity belt, a computerized voice stated, "Locked. Voice command unlock only." A tiny green light glowed, indicating her high-tech chasity belt had power.
     Green Spectre pulled out a holstered weapon and green gauntlet-like device from her trunk. She closed the trunk, and then called out, "Car: Gamma-one-tango-two." Her green machine went into lock down mode. The blonde heroine commented, "No remote control for me, unlike that Bat-freak."
     She secured the holster around her right thigh, which covered up part of her black fishnet leggings. She strapped the gauntlet on her left arm.
     The blonde heroine spied an open window on an upper floor of a nearby building. She aimed her gauntlet at the upper floor, and then flexed her black, gloved hand to fire the claw from it. An attached cable shot out. The green, metallic claw slammed against and clamped onto the brick wall. Green Spectre pushed another button on her gauntlet, which pulled her upwards as the cable retracted. After reaching the upper level, she fully retracted the cable and reloaded the metal claw.
     Green Spectre deftly entered the abandoned warehouse through the open window. Her hazel eyes adjusted to the darkened room. Just as she started the scan her surroundings, she was blinded as all the high-intensity lights suddenly turned on. "Can't see!", the blonde heroine blurted.
     "Well, well, well.", a husky male voice teased, "What do we have here?"
     "Looks like we got ourselves a super-slut to play with.", another fiend answered.
     Green Spectre drew out her green-and-black gun, and then used her hearing to target the two villains. She pointed, and then fired. A sparking green disc shot out, and then hit the first brute.
      "Gggaaahhh!!!", the husky dude bellowed as he was hit by the electrified disc. All of his muscles locked up, as if he was being tasered a few times. He collapsed unto the hard floor.
     The second brute rushed Green Spectre, and then knocked her electric gun out of black, gloved hand. "Fucking bitch!", he cursed.
     The blonde heroine cried out, "Hei ya!" to focus her energy, and then swung at her assailant with her gaunleted arm. The dude easily blocked her arm. She flexed her hand, which triggered the claw to be launched. At close range, the claw hit the brute with so much force that it cracked his ribs and then sent him flying across the room. Green Spectre heard the thud of his body impacting with the concrete wall.
     Her vision adjusted to the bright lights, but too slowly where everything looked like colored blobs. Green Spectre howled in pain, as she was hit with one of her own electricity discs. Luckily, her costume's special lining insulated her from most of the electric shock. She fell down to her knees, which tore her fishnet stockings. Her entire sexy body, however, felt like jelly where she felt as weak as a kitten.
     "Neat toy gun you have here, Greenie.", Mr. Pimp commented.
     "You bastard!", the blonde heroine retorted, "I'll personally throw your ass back in jail." She hoped to stall enough, so that she could regain her strength. Green Spectre wished she had Got Gal's super-muscle for backup right now.
     A very muscular Afro-American came from behind the blonde heroine, and then restrained her arms behind her back.
     "No!", the shocked heroine screamed. She instinctively tried to free herself from her captor's powerful grasp.
     Mr. Pimp remarked, "Don't bother struggling, Greenie. Kong is as strong as his namesake." He licked his lips. "Now let's see your puppies.", the plump villain commented.
     As soon as Mr. Pimp's hands grasped her green top, Green Spectre protested, "Don't touch me! Stop it!" Her words did no good, as he ripped down her green top to reveal her huge 38DD juggs.
     Mr. Pimp felt his cock swell to a hard erection. He commented, "Nice tits, but not as big as Americana or Got Slut."
     "Ms. Americana? Got Gal?", Green Spectre inquired, "Where are they?"
     The plump Afro-American pressed the tip of the electric gun on the blonde heroine's left nipple. He barked, "Shut up, Greenie!"
     "Aaahhh!!!", Green Spectre yelped in pain as a strong spark arced from inside the weapon and through her left nipple.
     Mr. Pimp laughed, and then commented, "I like your toy gun even more." He moved the barrel of the electric gun over Green Spectre's right nipple.
     Her hazel eyes widened in horror as she helplessly watched. The blonde heroine protested, "No, stop!" Her swollen, right nipple disappeared into the gun's barrel. "Aaarrrggghhh!!!", she cried out as a strong spark arced through her right nipple. Her head slumped, while she recovered from her shock torture.
     The plump Afro-American ordered to Kong, "Strip her."
     Kong answered, "Can't. The bitch is wearing some kind of high-tech chasity belt."
     Mr. Pimp remarked, "What's the matter, Greenie? Don't want to be breed like last time? I'll just have to feed you my cum another way." He removed his pants to reveal his thick, dark cock. Mr. Pimp roughly yanked on Green Spectre's long, blonde hair, which caused her to cry out, and then he slammed his hard dick into her gaping mouth!
     Green Spectre's hazel eyes teared up, as she was suddenly forced to deep throat the villian's vile member. She gagged from his thick dick being rammed into her mouth. Her luscious lips were wrapped around his steel hard shaft, while her tongue was pressed underneath his cock. The blonde heroine thought about biting on his cock, but then she remember that Mr. Pimp still held her electric gun.
     The overweight villain pumped the blonde heroine's head over his thick shaft, where he fucked Green Spectre's mouth for his personal pleasure. "Fuck yeah, Greenie!", Mr. Pimp roared, "Forgot how good your mouth felt. You super-sluts are the best cock suckers."
     Green Spectre soon overcame her gagging, and had produced enough saliva that helped Mr. Pimp's thick phallus swiftly move in-and-out of her mouth. It had been a while, due to her many FBI cases, where she had sex. She would have the occasional last night trist with Got Gal, but it had been over a month since her last lesbian romp session with her super powered partner. Being forced to face fuck the villain's cock was triggering the blonde heroine's long-denied sexual urges. Her nipples swelled into tiny, pink hard nubs. She felt her bottoms wet with her pussy juice. The blonde heroine flexed her black, gloved hands, where she desperately wanted to play with her huge tits and nipples, which Kong misinterpreted as her continued resistance.
      Mr. Pimp noticed the change in Green Spectre, where she inhaled his thick, hard shaft each time he pumped her mouth. "Like that Greenie?", the plump man inquired, "Did you forget how much you love dark meat?"
     Green Spectre eagerly shook her head, and then willing bobbed her head up-and-down on Mr. Pimp's thick shaft. She gently let her teeth rake over his hard manpole each time she pulled up, and then she sucked her cheeks in when she engulfed his dark member. The blonde heroine was so wet and so desperately wanted someone to make her cum.
     Mr. Pimp, with his hands free now, let the electric gun drop to the floor, and then used his fingers to pinch Green Spectre's swollen nubs. The blonde heroine moaned with delight as her nipples were played with. The plump man pulled her nipples up-and-down, matching the rhythm of her cock sucking, that jiggled her huge 38DD titties.
     Green Spectre felt her mound get hotter and wetter, as someone finally played with her swollen nipples. If she was allowed to move, she would have been humping Mr. Pimp's leg like a bitch in heat.
      The plump pimp could not hold back any longer. He roared, "Cumming!", just before he orgasmed. His swollen dick burst with his jizz.
     The horny blonde pulled back just in time, so that his cum splashed across her flattened tongue. She tasted and savored his salty-sweet cum. Green Spectre purposely let Mr. Pimp's hot cum pool into her tongue, before she gulped down his slimy cum. She moaned with delight, as it had been too long since she had drank down another man's semen.
     Mr. Pimp blurted out, "Yeah Greenie, let my dark meat feed you." He grunted as he forced out the last drops of his jizz.
     Green Spectre expertly and hungrily swallowed all of his cum, where not one drop escaped from her lips. After the villain had finished cumming, she flicked at his pee hole with the tip of her tongue.
     The plump Afro-American pulled his spent cock out of the blonde heroine's mouth, and then slapped his semi-hard dick across her cheeks. He commented, "See Greenie? I knew you was a slut, just like Americana and Got Slut."
     Green Spectre begged, "Please...fuck me."
     "How? You're wearing a chasity belt, but I don't see the lock.", Mr. Pimp replied.
     "I can unlock my belt.", the horny blonde explained, "If you release my arms."
     Mr. Pimp retorted, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You thin I'm stupid, Greenie? I'm not falling for the release-my-hands trick." He mused for a few moments, and then stated, "This might make you cum."
     "What--?", Green Spectre confusingly asked.
     Suddenly, Kong released her arms. Before she could react, the blonde heroine watched Mr. Pimp aim her electric gun at her chasity belt and then fired. An electrified disc landed on her high-tech belt, and then pain racked her sexy body as electric jolted through her body! "Gggggaaaaahhhhh!!!!!', she screamed. The high voltage shorted out her high-tech chasity belt, where the device remained locked around her wet mound and ass. While feeling like she was hit with a non-stop taser, the electricity arced through her hardened nipples, swollen clit, and wet pussy to make her cum.
     Through her gritted teeth, the horny heroine announced, "Ccc...cuuummminggg!!!" Green Spectre shook uncontrollably as she orgasmed, while the electric disc discharged over her spasming pussy and seemingly pulsing clit. Her sweet juices oozed from the edges of her chasity belt and down her fishnet stockings.
     Mr. Pimp and Kong watched in fascination the mix of pain and pleasure Green Spectre displayed for them. After the electrified disc had completely discharged, they watched the helpless heroine thrash around like a fish out of water. Her hazel eyes glared at the two criminals.
     Kong guessed, "She could recover before we finish up here."
     Mr. Pimp acknowledged, "Good point." He took careful aim, and then fired two more electrified discs. Both discs hit their target of Green Spectre's exposed nipples!
     The blonde heroine's hazel eyes widened in shock and protested, "No!" Green Spectre watched helplessly as the discs landed upon her aerolas, and then surged more electricity through her sexy, spent body. "Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!", she wailed in pain. The high voltage discharged directly through her swollen nipples, and then arced through the rest of her topless body. The electricity caused all of her muscles to lock up, and then she screamed in silence. Electricity arced over her pussy juice on her inner thighs. Her long, blonde hair flaired out. Her hazel eyes rolled back for a few seconds, and then she collapsed into unconsciousness. Drool escaped from her lips and pooled onto the floor. Her body spontaneously spasmed, like someone having an epileptic fit.
     Mr. Pimp found the electric gun to be empty, and then tossed it to the ground.
     Kong asked, "Aren't we gonna find out who she really is?"
     "No.", the plump Afro-American informed, "We were not contracted for that." He the ordered, "Hurry up, so that we plant the tracker on Greenie's car. After that, I might have time to fuck Americana before tonight's show."
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     The acting CEO confirmed with Wade Industry's Legal Department that there were no worries from the Green Spectre's visit. He later hopped into his hot rod red McLaren, and then drove off to Ms. Americana's secret bunker.
     A short while later, Geoffrey parked his sports car in a seldom visited part of Delta City. He entered Ms. Americana's secret bunker, and then sat at the control console. He marveled at the latest, high-end technology his former employer had put into this place. He launched an app on the left screen that displayed a map of Delta City, and then a red glowing trail was overlaid onto the map. The elderly man was happy that the hidden tracker on the Green Spectre's car was working perfectly. The red trail started at the abandoned warehouse district.
     "No surprise there.", he mumbled to himself.
     He looked at the latest tracker data, where the Green Spectre was driving on some local, barely used roads. She drove away from the city, and towards the outskirts of town. "Now where are you going, my pretty?", he rhetorically asked.
     The tracker revealed that the Green Spectre's destination options drastically dwindled, until there was only one place left: a huge estate. Geoffrey commented, "Wait a minute! I know that estate! Do you mean that Green Spectre is really...? No, I would have never guessed."
     Geoffrey sent a command that disabled the tracker. He flashed a wicked smile, and then remarked, "Now that I know who you really are, Green Spectre, I can plan. Oh, how delicious!" He laughed as he started to craft his plans.
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     Sometime after dinner, Geoffrey opened the door to an anxious Green Spectre. He warmly welcomed, "Hello again."
     The blonde heroine quickly greeted, "Hello, Geoffrey." She scanned the entry way and its surroundings, as if her detective skills could see a clue to Brenda Wade's wear abouts. She wore her long, green overcoat.
     The elderly man offered, "May I take your coat?"
     "Yes.", the Green Spectre thanked. She instantly felt cooler and less encumbered without her overcoat, despite her short, leather jacket and full length leggings. It was plain as day that her green-and-black costume was completely new, as Mr. Pimp had destroyed her previous costume. The blonde heroine worried momentarily, as some of her gadgets filled the coat's inner pockets. She couldn't quite explain it, but she suddenly felt very vulnerable.
     Green Spectre went straight to business, "I forgot to ask: Have you noticed Brenda Wade's declining Internet presence? It's damn near impossible to find any pictures, news items, or videos about her."
     Geoffrey agreed, "Yes, shortly after Ms. Wade disappeared, the IT gurus at Wade Industries had to deal with a nasty computer virus. The virus tried to purge everything about Ms. Wade, but luckily the corporate backups were not affected. Still...the longer Ms. Wade does not return, the more of her the Board removes from the corporation's public and internet sites."
     The blonde detective inquired, "Did you trace the computer virus?"
     The acting CEO answered, "The IT folks back traced the virus to somewhere in the Eastern Block, and then the legal people decided it wasn't worth pursuing. No Wade Industry secrets were lost, and no one internally was found to blame."
     Green Spectre sighed, "Another dead end."
     Geoffrey probed, "How are paying for this investigation? How are you managing an income during this time?"
     The blonde heroine smiled, as if she was recalling a private joke. Money?, she thought. She had the wealth of the Morgan fortune at her disposal. Too bad she couldn't brag about that without revealing her civilian identity. She cleared her throat and answered, "I do this for justice, which is it's own reward."
     The acting CEO quipped, "I see."
     Green Spectre cut to the chase, "We both know that Brenda Wade is Ms. Americana. What was her last case?"
     Geoffrey recalled, "Ms. Americana was very concerned about Amazing Babe, and was searching all of Delta City for the young superheroine."
     The heroine mused, "Wait a minute! Got Gal was doing the same thing!" She saw pieces of a puzzle coming together in her mind. Green Spectre revealed, "Come to think of it...that was the same night Got Gal disappeared. There must be a connection!"
     Geoffrey quipped, "I don't know about you, my dear, but I'm parched. Care for a glass of wine? I just pulled a nice, European red wine from the wine cellar."
     From the parties at Wade Manor she attended as Axanna Morgan, she knew that Brenda Wade managed to buy the best wines available. The blonde heroine feigned her reluctance and politely objected, "I can't drink while on duty."
     The elderly man unscrewed the bottle's cork, which filled the room with a loud pop, and then insisted, "Won't you join me for just one glass? It's been a while since a beautiful woman, such as yourself, has graced the manor."
     Green Spectre agreed, "Alright, just one glass."
     Geoffrey realized something and then mentioned, "Silly me, I forgot the wine glasses. Excuse me for a moment, my dear."
     The blonde's felt even less at ease as Geoffrey fetched some wine glasses. Green Spectre wondered if she had enough time to retrieve her overcoat from the entryway closet. She spied the elderly man returning, and then softly cursed, "Too late."
     Geoffrey held two wide wine glasses, each filled with an ample amount of a red wine. "There we are.", he joyfully announced, "Should let the wine breathe a little."
     Green Spectre gracefully accepted a wine glass and politely stated, "Thank you." She held the wine glass this way and that as she pretended to judge the wine. The blonde heroine was checking for any added drugs. She didn't see an oily surface, noticed that the red wine was still clear, and didn't see any unmixed particulates. "Very nice.", she happily remarked.
     Geoffrey took a deep sniff of the red wine, where he savored the wine's fragrant aroma. He slowly tipped the wide glass, and then took a small snip. He let the liquor wash over his tongue and then commented, "Delicious."
     Green Spectre raised her glass and then called out, "Cheers." She drank deeply from her wine glass. The wine was of excellent vintage as its taste made her taste buds tingle, and then warmed her body. She liked the red wine so much that she forgot her manners, and quickly gulped down most of her wine.
     The blonde heroine suddenly found it hard to focus, and then felt her strength ebbing away. "What--? So sleepy..." A few more seconds later, the Green Spectre passed out.