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Another River City attempt to capture the spirit of those modern amazon teens who rush through the cluttered unblinking eye security camera streets of modern society; waving their cellphones above them like crucifixes in some Hammer horror film and yanking up their tops and sticking out their tongues amidst laughter and the aggressive pursuit of their next sexual conquest. This should be the last one of these for a while as I am eager to get back to some of Mr. X’s fun creations and some good ole fashion home-style sleepy time adventures of chloroform soaked pads and ropes and ball-gags and barefoot pregger plants in the kitchen. Rook.

 

The Book of Thoth

Bethany Jane Daily, BJ to her friends and surprised strangers alike, watched the four girl’s pull-up in their small car and clamor out. They had parked next to the empty car diamond skinned by the brief recent night shower from which the previous five girls had arrived earlier in and like them now proceeded into the dark building directly in front of them.

 

Bethany pushed back her rain poncho hood and looked up into the night sky where the persistent rain clouds looked like they were finally breaking up and a large full moon was fretfully peering through. She looked back down at the four young girls who were chatting up a storm of their own like a bag of cats; disappear into the side door of the large deserted looking building. Bethany bit her lower pillow lip and frowned at the windows of the towering brick structure that remained arched brow all black and blindly staring with shadows hung dripping off its impressive craggy edifice like seaweed off a freshly hauled up leviathan carcass in a creaking drag net.

 

The young teen girl nodded and pushed her bike into the shadows of the large buildings equally purposing neighbor where she quickly chained it to an iron railing circling a dead looking pole like tree and removed her book bag from the carrier above the back wheel and clutching it tightly, disappeared even further back into the inky shadows.

 

No matter how many times Bethany stripped naked in open outdoor or public places she still got a feverish chill running up and down her spine and a lump in her throat. It was not entirely fear of being discovered naked or half naked by a passing stranger so much as an erotic tingle in her loins at being discovered naked or half naked by a complete stranger. With stiff fingers and shaking hands she quickly shed her plastic crinkly poncho and her garments underneath shoving them into the book bag as soon as she had removed her costume and made enough space for them.

 

She remembered the golden rule of changing identity in semi-public places; if you were changing from your costume into your civilian wear always take the mask off last so you were completely naked before putting on your civilian clothes, if you were changing from civilian clothes into your costume strip completely naked first and then put your mask on first before the rest of your costume. There were many occasions where the place she was changing was a bit more secure than a night darkened pool of shadow along a building shadow of a narrow side street and she would put her mask on last. The mask was held in place with freshly applied actors adhesive sticky pads and they could take a moment to sit right. But here in an open niche of a large public building at eleven pm on a stormy night where anyone could whip a car in to the parking spots that lined the street and jab its headlights fully upon her, well it seemed the better course to follow the golden rule completely.

 

The young teen sucked the chill damp night air through her slightly parted full lips and her small perfect teeth at the sound of each car sloshing past on the main road that separated these radial public buildings from the large circular park. The roundelay rotary road had several spoke like side streets that bleed off of it that dead ended as the one she was on did, but there were three which feed into it that connected back out into the rest of River City and these fed numerous cars and vans and trucks whooshing by on their way elsewhere. Most of the government or public works buildings were set on these ‘nodes’ that lay scattered throughout the city. The city had once been very beautiful and the cul-de-sacs had been designed to make the best use of the irregular shore line’s enforced eddy by absorbing the wide rivers bends and twists so that that the rest of the more regularly used streets and throughways could be more grid like and square.

 

The circular parks set in each nodes center were designed as relaxing places the city workers could enjoy their lunches or as places for protests or vigils or public gatherings government sponsored or otherwise. Now in the dilapidated city collapsing in ruin they served more as robbery or rape traps for the unwary or at night the issue point of nightmarish creatures who slunk out of the storm drains looking for prey.

 

Bethany paused as she set her mask upon her youthful beautiful face and looked from the shadows out at her once great city which now had declared bankruptcy for the third straight year. And pondered how some of the richest people in the world lived in her city in walled mansions and gated communities and how they ignored that their greed destroyed all around them and enslaved all others and how strange it was that that was allowed and in fact encouraged by the politicians elected by the populace desperate to be saved. But then when a sole man could sue an entire impoverished nation and force it to spend trillions of dollars it does not have to pay him his junk bond debt; a billionaire scrambling like a pig at the trough to smilingly destroy the lives of millions already suffering so he can have more and more and more and more and all of it legal somehow and yet so very, very wrong. But well that was what organized crime means; it means making criminal actions legal so they aren’t technically crimes anymore. So that the police and courts of the many now work for few to thug out personal gain injustice and greedful lusting hate upon the entire world with no saving grace no redeemable aspect. Well, she dealt with purse-snatchers and smash and grab thieves… so far. She had not even ventured down into the sewers alone and faced the insemniod monsters there; a rite of passage every super heroine must face betwixt newbie novice and up and coming super heroine. Such things as corporate greed and man who enslaved entire nations through the legal courts were somehow outside her ilk and apparently the reach and scope of the Delta City super heroines as well. Injustice came in so many forms and shapes and sizes and she was after all just a very small girl struggling to survive and help the best she could.

 

“But I am still a super heroine and I will do all that I can,” Sensational Babe stepped out of the shadows leaving her civilian clothes firmly chained up to her bike and made her way across to the dark building across the rain puddled street.

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“I don’t like this; I don’t like this at all!” Tiffany Starling scoured at the dimly lit hallway as the small group of four girls walked across the marble hall tiling with squelching chirping tennis shoes and the click clack of a sole pair of heeled boots.

The owner of the boots stopped twirling her car keys and slipped them into her purse. “Oh stop winning Tiffany. If the old geezer wants us here after hours then it’s to our advantage to do so.”

“But WHY does professor Hartwell want us here, Britney?” Madeline Chase whined as she collided into the back of Susann Free who had stopped when Britney had stopped up short to dig in her purse.

“Well, it’s obvious isn’t? The old geezer wants to get his rocks off on some choice teen hotties. He’s invited us all here after hours to awkwardly hope for a few down blouse peaks and a grope or two and maybe in his wildest imaginations a hand or blow job.” Britney shrugged and pulled out her vibrating cellphone and frowned at the screen while she pressed at it.

“Yuck! I am not letting some old crinkly dude touch me!” Tiffany stuck out her tongue and shook her blonde head. “Or peep down my blouse or up my skirt!”

“You’re not failing three other courses besides his,” Britney, the tallest of the group, sneered without looking up from the glowing screen. “Come on Tom is going over to Jeff’s place and he wants us there by midnight. He sounds horny.” All the girls laughed except Tiffany who kept her pursed brow and indignant visage. Britney looked at the beautiful girl and tisked and then smiled adding in a sing-song voice, “He’s bringing Brad.” Tiffany immediately blushed but still seemed confused. “Look, here’s a manta I use ALL the time and it always works; ‘he busy me nice things-he buys me nice things-he buys me nice things-he buys me nice things.’ Just keep saying that over and over in your head and you can get through just about anything. You’ll see.”

“Brit’s right Tiff. My sister only went to classes like fifteen times in her senior year and she graduated with honors and was made class valedictorian and gave a speech and stuff.” Susann nodded her head as she spoke putting away her own cellphone only to take it back out again as it chimed.

“I doubt she gave any speeches she could hardly read and write when she graduated,” Britney smirked as Madeline giggled.

“She did give a speech. She mesmerized it. And all she had to do was visit Principle Cinder’s house whenever his wife was away.” Susann gave the back of Britney’s head a sharp look.

“Isn’t your sister like now pregnant or something?” Madeline added as she took her own cellphone out from where she had it stuck down the waist of her skin tight volleyball shorts.

“Well, yeah,” Susann squirmed a little. “College is a lot harder than high school. They expect a lot more out of a girl.”

“So does the real world,” Britney growled. “Now let’s get this over with. I am starved and-”

“Pregnant?!” Tiffany howled.

“Oh here we go again,” Britney looked up at the ceiling and tossed her hands and then gave both Susann and Madeline hard looks who missed them completely as they were both busy texting on their cellphones.

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“I don’t like this; I don’t like this at all!” The hooded robed figure peered over the shoulder of the hooded robed figure slightly in front of him as they both peered over the stone balustrade of the arched gallery and down on the four girls huddled together bellow apparently arguing with one another.

“Relax Simon, I sent the text messages to their cellphones courtesy of Professor Hartwell’s cellphone. If in the unlikelihood anyone should trace them back to this place later it will be the good doctor who will have the police land in his lap. We are completely safe.”

“Never the less, Alistair. I think your whole plan is riddled with idiocy and foolishness and threatens the whole coven by these rash actions,” Simon angrily hissed from under his holocaust hood.

“Keep your voice down. And do try and control your passions, Simon. Circumstances force our hand as you well know and if you but keep your courage up all things shall turn out surpassingly well for us this night.”

“Surpassingly well?! You do realize that the professor actually IS here and in the room with the book even as we speak,” Simon gestured a heavily sleeved arm further down the dimly lit hallway where a crack of light peered out from under the half pulled down blind of a frosted glass pane of one of the many doors lining the broad hallway.

“Yes. Unexpected that, but in the long run it simply supplies more evidence against him if we should need it. He IS here on the night that nine girls will go missing.”

“Rubbish. It ruins everything. How are we going to get the book from him and manage to capture those four girls before he sees them and all without his knowledge of it?”

“True, this last batch is painfully late and the good professor has arrived since we captured the first five. I fear we will have to let the doctor meet these four and perhaps we can use them to distract him away from the book. Or if need be we will simply take it and the doctor by force.”

“Madness. First he is our unwitting scapegoat and now he is to be our prisoner?”

“The processor does not need to be ‘alive’ to take any blame if needed. Now does he?”

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Sensational Babe entered the mausoleum of a building via the same side door as the four girls had and as the five previous girls had an hour and a half earlier. She had watched both groups enter from her shadowy vantage across the street but had failed to see the professor enter the front of the building forty minutes earlier.

 

The teen super heroine had received an anonymous tip via her police linked email address on her notepad several hours before and had biked across the river and through the maze of half deserted almost war zone streets to reach the building in question, ‘The River City Building of History and Antiquities Acquisitions,’ it sat in the same roundelay as The River City Museum of History, and the River City Hall of Science and Technologies, and the River City Department of Sewage office buildings. As far as she could fathom the current building she was in was used to both process and store new and old displays for the nearby Museum of History.

 

It certainly had the musty and crypt like feel the museum had which now was only open to the public three days a week due to budget and staffing problems. Sensational Babe crept through the vestibule and slowly opened the double doors before her. She could hear the odd pattering echoes of young female voices warped and distorted into a dripping watery sighing by the large hallway beyond. There was no sight of the girls and the young teen tip toed the best she could in her stiletto heeled thigh boots to the nearby intersection before her where the small blister of the side door vestibule entered upon the main impressive arched hallway midway down its length. The crab-like small wooden doors that seemed wedged into the sides of the tall hallway seemed oddly out of place as if the architect had been designing a cathedral and at the last minute had been commanded to convert it into a place to store brooms.

 

Further down the hallway Sensational Babe could make out the elongated rectangle of an open door spilling out yellow light which was closed even as she caught sight of it leaving the hallway dim and silent. “Obviously the girls went into that room,” Sensational Babe whispered as she gave a few quick glances around her for janitors or guards which oddly there appeared to be none. “I wonder what those girls are all up to?” The email was vague. Only an address and a warning saying that if she went to the address around midnight she might be able to stop some heinous crime. And stopping heinous crimes seemed just the sort of thing a super heroine should be doing.

 

The young teen moved cautiously down the hallway half sliding on her boot soles to prevent the louder telltale click-clack of the steel pin heels. Until she reached the wooden door in question. The inside green cloth blind was mostly pulled down and the frosted glass gave only an indistinct blurr of movement to the muffled humming of voices. Perplexed and uncertain Sensational Babe knelt down and pressed her ear against the wooden panel and then frowned and pressed her ear against the keyhole.

 

“-really I don’t know what you are going on about. I never sent for any of you and I have no idea how you got in here. I know nothing of a side door being left unlocked.”

“Oh professor there is no reason to go on like that. We know why you sent for us and for an ‘A+’ a piece we will be more than willing to do whatever you need.”

“Say, where are the other girls? They all texted us that they were coming here as well? We haven’t been able to reach them for a while now.”

“Others?! You mean there are more of you wandering about the halls?! Wonderful! You do realize you are all trespassing and that there are many priceless works stored both in the lower vaults and being worked on in these upper rooms. I shall have to call the police!”

“Come, come, professor this is no time to chicken out now. I told you we are more than willing.”

“Speak for yourself!”

“Yeah where are the others? You don’t have them tied up somewhere do you?”

“Oh great, this isn’t going to be another one of those bondage things is it?”

“Listen you dirty perv where’s Cassie? I want to talk to Cassie right now!”

“Calm down, Tiff.”

“This is insane I have no idea what you little hoodlums are going on about! But I am sure the police will figure it out!”

 

Sensational Babe frowned at the idea of the police being called in. she had just been down to the station earlier today paying her internet link fee to the police web master and her asshole still stung from that. It was time to take charge. She leaned back away from the door only to have a very heavy hard object smack her suddenly and viciously across the back of her head. She smacked her head in turn into the door and collapsed with a moan slipping into darkness.

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When she woke Sensational Babe found herself tied up both her wrists behind her back and her ankles together. She was sitting down on the floor with her legs extended out straight in front of her. A young girl was shaking her shoulder and holding a chloroform pad with strands of duct tape in her hand wearily away from the both of them.

“She’s coming around now. My name is Cassie and you’re like some kind of super heroine right? I mean what would a hooker being doing in this building at this time of night? Unless, professor did you send out for more than pizza? No? Alright then you must be a super heroine and you can help us get out of this mess.”

 

Sensational Babe shook her head as her eyes struggled to focus. She had never been chloroformed before it left her pussy tingling and wet and made her feel very, very horny. Which considering she always felt a bit horny meant she was desperate for a sexual release. She shook her head again and tried  not to think about fat juicy cocks or how utterly kissable the freckled faced red heads beautiful tulip shaped lips looked as she knelt so close to her still holding her shoulder.

 

The girl was dressed in a plain gossamer white robe which was almost transparent and showed off her pert small breasted brown nipples and her neatly trimmed landing strip strawberry bush. She had the strands of a rope tied about both her wrists which had been rubbed raw to the point of bleeding. Just beyond her was a man in glasses, gagged and trussed up like her, and staring wide eyed with worry at both Sensational Babe and the kneeling sexy young red head that smelled like burnt cinnamon and sandalwood.

 

Sensational Babe managed a nod of thanks as the girl quickly set about undoing her bonds and then the old mans. “We have to hurry and be quiet. I escaped about ten minutes ago from where they had me tied up next door. This is the first room I checked and I found you two tied up in it. I have no idea where anyone else is or when those goons in the robes will be back. Now, do some super heroine shit and get us the fuck out of here!”

 

Sensational Babe staggered to her feet fighting against the urges stirring in her pussy from the after effects of the chloroform and made for the door of the small room. She was used to HER Aphrodite gene pheromones making anyone near her increasingly horny. She was not use to being turned into a slut herself. It was making her knees a little unsteady. “Do you know where we are,” She opened the door slightly and peered out into a small hallway lined with identical windowless metal doors like the one she peered out of now. She turned to look over her shoulder at the silence meeting her query and smirked to see the old man staring at her nearly naked bent over ass and the furry valley of her thonged snatch on full dripping display and he little boner he had and then smiled more broadly at the red head whose eyes were glazing over and also feasting on her nearly naked bent over body. ‘Well at least my pheromone power is still working strong,’ she giggled to herself and then cleared her throat. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

 

It was the old man’s turn to shake his head to try and clear it and mutter, “er well downstairs in the holding rooms where we keep the displays not on exhibit in the museum proper. Oh my,” he pressed a hand against his forehead and licked his old parched lips and went back to staring at Sensational Babe’s perfect round ass and her wet pussy split by her bottoms single strand of cloth. She stood up and closed the door.

 

“The way seems clear for now. Let’s move on to another room before anyone returns looking for this girl or us. Perhaps we can find the other girls or surprise the culprits responsible for attacking and kidnapping us.”

 

“Shouldn’t we just leave and get the police here as soon as possible?” The red headed girl was still young enough that she could be both disdainful of the idea presented while worshiping the body before her without any apparent contradiction.

 

“The River City police have a tendency to arrive just in the nick of time of being fashionably late.” Sensational Babe muttered as she re-opened the door and lead the trio out into the hallway and began carefully and quietly trying the doorknobs of each passing door. Most of them were locked.

 

“I am afraid the young super heroine is sadly right. Our boys in blue are not quiet the force they used to be,” the old man sighed and removed his glasses to clean them.

 

Much to everyone’s surprise they found a door which opened into a small storage room with three girls in it. These young teens were tied up dressed in the semi-transparent white muslin with wads of chloroform soaked gags taped to each of their faces. Another room and another small group of identical trussed up and dressed or undressed as the case may be teen girls and so on they made their way down the hallway until they soon had all nine of the missing teen girls in tow as they made their way to the end of the hallway where Sensational Babe paused and told the girls and the old man to wait while she checked if the way out was clear for their escape.

 

It wasn’t. There were four large men in robes standing guard in front of the elevator doors and the door to the fire escape stair well which stood closed a short distance from it. Sensational Babe remained crouched around the ‘L-shaped’ corridor that dead ended into the elevator bank and the fire escape door and frowned at the men wondering who they were and if she could somehow overpower them. When one of them raised up his hand shaking his large bell sleeve of his robe and checking the .45 handgun that was suddenly revealed glinting under the hallways florescent lights. Sensational Babe made a face and crept slowly back from the four men who continued to murmur indistinctly amongst themselves.

 

“We can’t go that way. Is there another way out?” She asked the nervous old man who seemed to find being surrounded by nearly naked teenager girls to be somehow a bit distressing to his sensibilities and his painfully obvious little boner which the girls were smirking at unabashedly. Despite the grievousness of their predicament the girls seemed to be almost enjoying themselves now that they were at least free of their bonds and chloroform pads. The sneaking about seemed almost an adventure to them and they seemed to recoil from open fright to giddy wonder second to second.

 

“Well, er, yes. There is a service elevator in the larger rooms that leads up directly to a loading dock at the back of the building. We bring the larger pieces in and out through that. It’s a bit of a maze of hallways getting back to it but as long as we don’t run into anyone I think we can make it quick enough. I doubt they will be guarding it as it has a lock out on it but I do have a key to it on my ring.”

 

Sensational Babe nodded at the professor and with him pointing this way and that over her shoulder and drooling on her ass, they made their way like a centipede weaving through the hallways and taking short cuts through adjacent rooms thanks to the professor’s keys.

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“This madness I tell you. We should stop this whole thing before it’s too late!” Simon had yanked his cowl down and was franticly surveying the other brothers who were preparing the area of the room with markings on the floor and setting up candles and incense burners. He looked worriedly at the eight body shaped openings left in the complex swirl of chalk and salt glyphs and the single opening in the center of the sigil.

 

Alastair stood next to him directing the work of the others as he checked and rechecked the large metallic book set upon a pile of boxes next to him as well as several other scrolls and diagrams. “It already IS too late so get yourself in the proper mindset Simon because there is no turning back now.”

 

“But what you are talking about is murder. I mean I never envisioned you would go through with this. The spells and books never said anything about a human sacrifice let alone nine?! And now there is the professor and that girl who must be some sort of super heroine. I mean this is it. We are for the chop now if we go a step farther in this madness.”

 

“The sacrifice of a virgin female is vital for opening the book of Thoth and all its wonders. You do me wrong to suggest I am not versed in the ancient texts. The others will have to be killed once the sacrifice is completed. There’s no turning back now,” Alastair carefully flipped another heavy metallic page over upon the metal ring binding.

 

“But Thoth never went in for human sacrifices? That was Set and that was before he lost his war with Horus and relinquished his desire upon the two kingdoms. You must have gotten something wrong. This just doesn’t fit anything from the scrolls.” Simon’s voice was pleading rather than commanding and he glanced at similar robbed men who continued to create the grimmoire upon the floor.  He ran his fingers through his short hair and had them come away drenched from his sweating scalp. He decided to try a different tack. “Look this won’t work. And because it won’t work you will not be able to hide the nine, no eleven dead bodies now, in the house of Thoth. So what will you do when you can’t open the door to his temple and you’re stuck with eleven murdered bodies and no place to hide them, huh?” some of the acolytes kneeling slowed their scribing hands. “And do you know why it won’t work because you said you needed a virgin for the central sacrifice. And I am betting you don’t got one in that lot.”

 

Alastair snorted, “Nine teenage high school girls and you don’t think one of them is a virgin? I think you have been spending too much of your time on the internet my dear friend.”

 

Simon now snorted, “And who does who wrong now, eh? I happen to teach a masters course on sociology, remember? Thousands of recent surveys have found that girls are becoming sexually active around the age of twelve just as they have for hundreds of thousands of years when life expectancy was around twenty four. Their first lovers typically being other girlfriends their own age, but soon they branch out aggressively pursuing sexual relationships amongst males sexually capable of having them. And I am talking sexual intercourse NOT masturbation; evidence is increasing showing that amongst the female self-genital stimulation may begin while still in the womb! By the time she is sixteen eighty-five percent of females have had over a dozen lovers. That’s lover’s not sexual encounters, just separate sexual partners, most have engaged in intercourse hundreds of times by then. By eighteen the number often reaches thirty to forty sexual partners. By twenty-one it can reach a hundred or more. Meanwhile amongst males we are seeing a steady decline in the number of male’s sexual partners. Social media has allowed women to hunt desirable males and discus and share them in phenomenal numbers. Leaving in turn, more and more undesirable males remaining with fewer and fewer partners in turn. So yes, what  I am saying is I have serious doubts your much needed virginal female sacrifice can be found amongst those normal healthy teenage girls.”

 

Simon looked around him noting that several of the disciples had completely stopped work and were now peering out under their heavy large hoods at Alistair who fumed and frowned.

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“Okay, bit of a problem. The room ahead with the elevator, just happens to be full of more of those robed goons who are busy scratching witchy symbols on the floor. Did a bit of eves dropping and those guys dressed up like Jedi’s are arguing about sacrificing you girls in order to open a doorway to the temple of Thoth,” Sensational Babe tapped her chin in thought as she spoke.

 

“Sacrifice us?!” The girls seemed to almost whisper in unison.

 

“Yep, over heard them and seen the knives. Big long sharp ones. Very serious stuff there. They seem to be arguing over which one of you is a virgin as they can’t perform the ritual without a virgin. The rest of us get killed when the virgin gets sacrificed so there are no witnesses. It all seems to be about some attempt to open a portal to the temple of Thoth from some large metallic book.” Sensational Babe left oft tapping her chin and began to crouch/slink away.

 

“That’s the book I was studying. The book of Thoth was a recent acquisition of the museum sold from the closed down Detroit Museum of History, not sure how or why we got it but someone put up the sum and it arrived several months ago. I have been trying to decipher it ever since. In fact I was working on it when all you showed up here tonight.” The old man looked around him at the trembling young girls perplexed, “I don’t remember anything about any sacrifices of humans in it anywhere. This fellow of yours must have gotten his hieroglyphics wrong. When Thoth is wearing his ibis head he is taking the place of Osiris in judging the dead and is often depicted with the hearts and feather and scale but mostly he has the head of a baboon and is an arbiter between god and man or god and god. True he did bestow writing upon man and is considered the father of magical spells but-“

 

Sensational Babe still crouched turned back from the corridor corner and looked over her shoulder, “look professor I need you to look after the girls until I return. I am going to try and find us another way around those men in that room to where the elevator is situated. I saw some ducts and that may just work. Toss me your keys and I will try and have everything ready. Just in case we have to make a mad scramble for it.” The old man tossed his keys to the super heroine who miss judged the catch so they smacked her full in the face and fell to the floor.

 

The girls collectively groaned at this as the super heroine gave a weak smile and muttered ‘thanks’ before retrieving the keys and disappearing around the corridor corner.

 

“That’s our savior?!” Brittany moaned.

 

“Look what did she say about sacrifices again?” Cassie asked.

 

“Oh, don’t even talk about it!” Tiffany was silently sobbing.

 

“No wait! They can’t perform their so called ceremony if they don’t have a virgin right?” Britney was looking around at the other girls who frowned back at her. “So all we have to do is prove to them we aren’t virgins and then none of us gets killed, right?”

 

“And how are we going to do that,” Cassie narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

 

Britney turned her head and smiled back at the professor and pointed at his small boner tenting his pants and looked back at the girls raising her eyebrows rapidly up and down. The professor went completely pale and started to sputter. Britney continued, “Look it’s our lives at stake here. If the old wheezer here can manage to shoot a wad into each of us then we are off the hook. I know I am on the pill and I know most of you are and for the others it’s a hell of a lot better to risk a possible future pregnancy than a certain throat slit right now for all of us?”

 

“Ah, maybe we should wait for that super heroine girl and see what she has come up with?” Tiffany eyed the old man’s small dancing pecker with a doubtful expression as one would a plate of freshly boiled eels.

 

“There’s no time. You can go last if you want to Tiff but I for one sure the hell don’t want to end up with my throat ripped open like one of those late night B-movie horror chicks.” Britney was slipping off her linen shift over her head as the rest of the girls quickly followed suit and the wide eyed professor continued to open and close his mouth making little gasping noises like a fish tossed up on a sandy shoal by an errant wave.

 

Britney stood up her thick silky bush just inches from the sweating man’s face as the rest of the naked girls stood up behind her quickly ringing and facing the terrified man. “Look old man, you can either lay back and enjoy this, or we can hold you down and do it anyway. But I hope you understand we don’t want to die here and this is the only way we can guarantee we won’t be murdered in some insane ritual. Besides we are saving your life as well. If there is no virgin there’s no ritual and if there is no ritual there’s no sacrifice and it there is no sacrifice then there aren’t any witness to be dealt with. Now are you going to take those pants off or- okay girls looks like it’s going to be the hard way- GRAB HIM!”

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Sensational Babe hadn’t seen any vents on her first secretive scouting mission of the large room and she had no hope of slipping over unseen to the elevator which had its double doors directly at the foot of the open area where the men were busy doing their chalk drawings. All her super heroine powers were based on her sexual ability to fuck any man or group of men into an almost coma like submission and as she stood up and cleared her throat and sauntered directly into the room she could only hope her powerful sex pheromones would cause the half dozen men who turned shocked at her approach to succumb to their baser desires and rape her; but for the pheromones to do their work she would need to get close to them and keep them from doing anything but standing near her for several crucial minutes. “Eck-hem, sorry to intrude boys but we haven’t been properly introduced. I am Sensational Babe and I am very curious about that book you have there. It’s the book of Thoth isn’t it? Made all out of metal. Is that gold? Must be rather priceless if it’s made entirely out of gold? How on earth did the museum afford such a thing?”

 

Seize her!” Alastair yelled and two and then four men raced up and grabbed her by the arms and legs. She smiled at them and winked.

 

“It’s not gold, but gold mixed with several other alloys, but you are right it is very expensive.” Simon motioned to the book where a stern Alastair glared at him. “Oh what’s it mater, you said you were going to kill them all anyway, right?”

 

“Bind her!” Alastair bellowed.

 

“Oh let her look at the book first. Maybe she can help you with the translations you seem to have gotten all wrong. Here come over here. You can bind her to this support pillar but leave her hands free so she can look at the book. She seems such a scholar.” Simon pointed at a steel girder and the acolytes shuffled and dragged her toward it while she giggled and said ‘I can walk you know.’ They wrapped heavy chains about her legs and lower body and then paddle locked them behind the girder where she couldn’t reach the locks but left her hands and arms free as Simon had ordered. He moved the crate holding the heavy metal book within her reach as Alistair fumed.

 

“She is no scholar fool! She is just one of those bimbo busy bodies who go around begging on street corners to be raped at three am.” Alastair growled, “Those so called super heroines.”

 

“She recognized the book of Thoth readily enough and it took the cult years to do that.” Simon flashed her a smile and gave a slight bow as he waved a hand over the book. She smiled back at him and began to run her fingers over the strange metal sheets that made up the tomb resting before her.

 

“Idiot she was tied up with that dimwitted professor obviously he told her about the book, he saw us take it remember?!”

 

Simon ignored him as he looked at her, “what do you make of it?”

 

Alastair shook his head in disgust and took out his cellphone from under his robe. “Hello, hello? Has there been any attempt to escape at the elevator corridor? No? Good! Then they are all still in the basement levels. Now keep two men at the elevator and fire door and send the other two to check on the professor and the girls. I have a feeling they have managed to slip their bonds. In either case bring them here when you have them. That’s right. Good.” He nodded and slipped his cellphone back under his heavy robes that were like the rest, the color of rusted mud. “The rest of you get back to work we must have the ceremony ready to perform at sunrise! Now hurry!” The acolytes returned, a little groggily and with a notable stiffness, to their chalk and salt doodles.

 

Sensational Babe smiled and winked at the men as she continued to finger the book. “Well, it is odd that there is not one binding but many.”

 

“Yes the book may be opened in many different ways thus producing many alternative surfaces of the text on a page. See you can open or close the page in quarters or even eighths and each part can be hinged back to replace it with another so it’s sort of like a sliding puzzle only with a three dimensional cubic layering. Really there are thousands of possibilities you can produce upon the surface page of the book that you can then lock into a single plane and lift back to make another page and another up to nine pages can thus be made out of the thousands of possibilities.” Simon smiled at the book as he showed her how pages could be compiled and locked into place and then hinged back to make another page, “the theory is that get the right pages of glyphs and you can perform a ceremony as they instruct to open a portal to the temple of Thoth, which is purported hidden somewhere far underground in the city of Khmun.”

 

“Seems a terrible waste to sacrifice a virgin and kill the rest of us on a theory?” Sensational Babe gave her best wide eyed innocent look and batted her long black eye lashes.

 

“You know about that?!” Alastair uncrossed his arms and looked shocked for a second out of his impatient pose.

 

“I agree it’s more than wasteful it’s pointless and wrong,” Simon sighed.

 

“Then why do it? What do you expect to find in an old dusty tomb worth the loss of so many lives?” Sensational Babe let her fingers glide across Simon’s hand.

 

“The realm of the God’s and their unlimited power!” Alastair smirked at her, “It was in Thoth’s secret temple that the God’s had their doorway between this world and theirs. Access to the temple is direct access to the God’s themselves.”

 

“And you think that calling upon the Gods uninvited would somehow be a good thing?” Sensational Babe rubbed her finger tips up and down Alastair’s arm while drowning his eyes in her own.

 

“With the proper spells and knowledge one would be welcomed by the gods and rewarded!” Alastair shot a hand triumphant above his close cropped head.

 

“”Proper, spells sounds a bit iffy to me. I mean you can’t even get the portal spell right?” Sensational Babe risked a look at Alastair and it was just enough of a break of her seduction that Simon turned his head and walked away nodding.

 

“You’re right, this whole thing is madness,” He put his hands on his hips and surveyed the men working on the floor before him. Alastair turned his gaze on the floor as well.

 

‘Damn it!’ Sensational Babe thought to herself, ‘either he’s a gay or one of those guys who jerks off to porn twenty times day!’ “This is a very odd book,” Sensational Babe tried desperately to get either of the apparent leaders of the cult to draw up closer to her.

 

“Dully noted,” Alistair waved a few fingers up in the air and rolled his eyes.

 

“Well, it’s just like a doll house I had when I was a kid. You see,” She began folding and re-folding the segmented pages before her, “sort of like origami really. See, you can make rooms out of the pages if you don’t lock them down and fold them upwards. See here’s a wall and here’s a wall and we can make a chair here and-“

 

“Good lord!” Simon exclaimed and rushed toward her as he seized the book off the pile of crates and into his hand. “Look here Alistair; you can work the cartouches into their symbolic form. Here a throne with the word throne set upon it and here a door with- My GOD! Alastair it’s right here in the book. The book its self becomes the rooms of Thoth’s temple in both word and representation. And as both men traced their fingers on upon the surface of the ancient plates they suddenly vanished. The book clambered to the ground with an explosive clatter and the men startled to their feet.

 

“Well! I did not expect that! Now how are we going to explain this to the police who should be arriving about any minute now?” The men shot glances at her and then one and then two and then all of them fled the room as fast as their robbed legs could carry them. She had reset the silent alarm on the side door after she had entered it so she was certain one of them would trigger it in running out of the building.

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“Thanks for setting me free guys,” Sensational Babe winked at the police officer who smiled back in turn and who tossed the chains and paddle locks to the floor beside the closed book. “Now what of the professor and the girls are they alright?” She made her way quickly past the handful of police officers and whisked down the hallways until she skidded to a halt in front of several police men who were scratching their heads in front of a pile of naked girls dripping cum out of their snatches laying on top of the naked professor who was moaning softly and twitching.

 

The police captain looked up at her and grimaced, “alright, then what’s going on here?”

 

“Book of Thoth, satanic virgin sacrifices, and, er, looks like some kind of perverted orgy,” Sensational Babe looked down at the pile of dripping cum smeared snatches and frowned a weak smile back up at the police captain who shook his head.

 

“No I am not going to fill out a report on any more cult bullshit. Was anything stolen?” Sensational Babe shook her head ‘no’. “Was anything broken or damaged?” Again a head shake. “Was anyone hurt or wounded?” She puckered her lips and then shook her head. “So all we got is trespass, eh?”

 

“Well those girls were lured here and I came to rescue them and the professor works here so I don’t think-“ Sensational Babe began.

 

“So, nothing. I got nothing here and fifteen men on parole waltzing about?!” The police captain gave her a look that made her cringe.

“Well… I am sure some if not all those girls are minors so you have a sex predator crime of sex with a minor by the professor.” Sensational Babe offered meekly.

 

The police captain rubbed his chin and closed one eye, “right then! Take this piece of pedophile garbage in!” The police men grabbed the confused professor and beat him savagely as they cuffed and dragged his bleeding pleading naked body from the hallway. “And you! I don’t want to see you or any like you for the rest of the week! Understand me? I am sick of you super heroine types causing nothing but havoc in my city!” The large man pointed and jabbed a finger at her and then spun on his heel shouting over his shoulder, “find those sluts their clothes and send them home! And the next wise guy who calls my house to wake me up and sets my wife off wondering where I am at three am is going to get my right foot up his ass!” the police captain stormed down the hallway and around the corner leaving Sensational Babe alone with six police officers and a pile of moaning cum covered girls.

 

“Hmm, bad guys beaten, hostages rescued, sacrificed averted, and a sick-o perverted professor incarcerated.” Sensational Babe tapped her chin and then beamed a smile, “which means I have saved the day once again! Now, who wants blowjobs?!” The six police officers looked at each other uncertainly and then one by one they meekly and timidly raised their hands. “Awesome!” Sensational Babe flashed two thumbs up before gathering all six men up by their belts and yanking them in a circle around her flashing her wide smile and winking up amongst the giddy chorus of zippers.

 

Awesome indeed! Tune in next time for another exciting adventure with River City’s own teenage champion of justice; SENSATIONAL BABE!