In our previous episode: “A Ravenous Ring”

The Battle of the Museum. Dinosaur Room Disco. Statue Hall Samba. Razorjaw’s Sex-Toy. Gang-banging a Goddess. Rumble in the Jungle, Superpower Style.

Evening Illuminated

“Ahhh…! Maaah…! AahhhHH!” The Superheroine’s quim spasmed and dripped thick droplets of cum as she threw her head back and orgasmed. Lifting her head from between her friend’s legs, Stephanie Chen, also known as Bubble Girl of the Strange Defenders, closed her eyes and allowed the orgasm to send carnal shivers up and down her spine. Her body shook as she steadied herself on her hands and knees, held in place by long elegant finger about her waist. Long, elegant fingers that pulled her hips down further towards the hungrily licking mouth that ravished Bubble Girl’s snatch.

“Mmmm…” came the muffled, feminine voice of Syrenade, “You’ve got a lovely muff, Steph. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ah! AH! Ma-aaaAAHHH!” sobbed Stephanie as Syrenade’s skillful tongue managed to prolong the excruciating delight. Leaning her face forward upon her forearms, the off-duty Superheroine kept her eyes closed and gasped for air, her fine chest heaving.

Stephanie Chan, the effervescent lass called Bubble Girl by her friends, was the youngest of all of the Strange Defenders, barely over the age of eighteen. Barely legal. Nevermind that she had been doing this Superheroine business for a little over a year now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her inner-self giggled with mirth. If she hadn’t lied about her age to Praetorian, she probably would have never been allowed to join. And… get herself fucked hard by Lightbeam… or have these… “Yes! Yes!! YESS!!”… orgasmic experiences with Syrenade. As Bubble Girl shook, her long black hair, let down from their customary pig tails and washed of the green tint, seemed to move along with her undulating body.

Syrenade glared in slight irritation between Stephanie’s coconut-tanned inner thighs and her swaying, small high breasts. “What… that was your second, Steph? What about me? Get to work, girl!”, she chided softly, silkily to her companion. As if to prod the girl along, Syrenade ran her pink tongue sensuously along the cleft of Stephanie’s pussy. After the night before last’s battle at the Museum, and her near strangulation at the hands of Garrotewire, she really needed a night of hot sex.

Still shaking, Stephanie replied weakly, “O-okay… Priss…” Moaning in her orgasmic haze, Bubble Girl dipped back between Syrenade’s legs and began lapping at her lover’s own blonde-thatched twat. She had been in the battle as well, however instead of getting practically strangled, she received a black eye. Which wasn’t so bad, all things considered. Wind Raven was ravished by Razorjaw, and Nike got thoroughly gang banged before Lightbeam teleported in and blasted Garrotewire into a coma.

Shivering, Syrenade closed her eyes and began to lap expertly at Steph’s cunt even as her friend began to make dainty work at her own love-hole. Syrenade wasn’t always Syrenade. For a long time, she was just plain old Priscilla Harris. Biting her lip, Priss unconsciously turned her face away from her friend’s pussy as Stephanie began to get into a good rhythm on her exposed clit. God, she loved getting it done doing the sixty-nine upon the King sized bed in her suite.

But, Priscilla Harris was a long time ago. She hadn’t been Priscilla since she was in High School, back when she was still a gawky teen. The poor girl with the glasses and the skinny physique that always was classified as a ‘Nerd’ or a ‘Nobody’ by the bitch-blonde cheerleaders. She had a couple of redeeming qualities, though, that got her into some of the social groups. For one thing, she could sing. Because of this, much to the surprise of her school’s student body as a whole, she found herself as the star singer of the choir, often called upon to sing many of the sweetest and most demanding solos. This garnered her some bit of status, but for the first few years of her schooling it was all she had. But then happily… she grew tits. That is, before her mutant powers manifested.

But her mutant powers did not appear suddenly. Instead, it grew gradually as the months of her Senior year in High School passed. This, fortunately, gave her enough time to enjoy her new status among the boys in school… as the hottest, slinkiest, and easiest girl on campus. During this time, she eschewed her glasses for contacts, exchanged her frumpy clothes for curve-hugging jeans and shirts, and perfected her sexy purr and smoldering come-hither gaze. It was then that she demanded to be called Priss, and from that point on that was all she was called… until it was that she discovered her sonic abilities.

It was unfortunate, really. Irving Lillard, the school’s star basketball player, was giving it really good to Priss in the back of his car. It was the first time she had let Irving boff her brains out and as he paid for the beer, she figured she owed it to him. Little did she realize that his height was not the only thing that was… tall… and strong. That night, she came quickly and unexpectedly. And it was then that she learned she had special powers. This was especially true when she screamed in shuddering bliss and blew out all of the windows in Irving’s car. And the windows in the car next to them. And the windows in the car after that. Needless to say, the date went downhill from that point on.

Syrenade moaned softly as her mind was brought back to the present. Stephanie’s lips were heavenly as she nuzzled her face between Priss’ thighs. “Yes… Steph… right there… so good…” she whispered huskily, before yelping in surprise, “Steph…! Oh!”

Lapping diligently at Priss’ clit, Stephanie slipped two of her fingers into Syrenade’s well lubricated pussy and began to furiously pump them in and out. Bubble Girl had learned well since the last time that she and Syrenade had pleasured each other and she was pleased to feel Syrenade’s body buckle and throb beneath her digits. Behind her, she listened with satisfaction to the stifled mews and gasps that were expelled from Priss, before increasing her pace. Again, she was rewarded, but this time with frantic cries and with some thankful suckling at the lips of her own twat.

“Yes!” sobbed Priss, pulling her face away from Steph’s sticky cunt. She could feel a hard orgasm rapidly marching through her body and her bleary eyes began casting about to find the handkerchief she had wadded nearby just for that purpose. “Steph…! My… k-kerchief! Oh god… oh god… Oh God!!” she cried in desperation.

But, Stephanie wasn’t listening. Instead, her mind only registered the pungently sweet smell of her friend’s cum and her own desire to lather it all about the twinging, slippery slit that it seeped from. Almost sensing the frightful anxiety that Priss was in, Bubble Girl increased the vigor of her finger’s manipulations. Drawing Priss’ clit into a lavish embrace with her tongue, Stephanie smiled to herself as her friend’s pussy began to tremble uncontrollably.

Tears formed in Priss’ eyes as she tried to hold back the monumental orgasm that was building through her body, but it was no use. She knew that her orgasm was as inevitable as the tide bringing in the ocean; Stephanie’s fingers and tongue felt too good. “Oh god!” she shook, straining against herself. She needed that kerchief. Reaching out blindly with one hand, she felt about frantically amongst the folds of the comforter on the bed. Hoping… searching… praying…

She never did find her handkerchief. Instead, she found something almost as good. Somehow, in her increasingly demented state, to her great surprise, her hands came across one of her silk sashes that she usually used to bind herself down during her filthy fuck-sessions with Lightbeam. Crying out in relief, Priss grabbed the sash and hurriedly stuffed the slip of cloth between her teeth. And then, as if in the nick of time, she arched her back and pressed her clenching cunt up into Stephanie’s face. Her orgasm had come, and she screamed her destructive sonic scream into the sash as Bubble Girl rode out each violent wave of pleasure. The laundry service the complex employed would have their work cut out for themselves once again as Priss’ juices stained and soaked through the sheets of the bed below them. Well, it wasn’t as if they weren’t used to it.

Sometime later, as the two Superheroines wrapped each other in a sticky, sweaty, and exhausted embrace, Priss sighed. “God… Steph. We really need to do this more often,” she murmured with satisfaction.

Barely awake herself, Stephanie was unusually sedate as she nodded her head slowly in agreement upon Syrenade’s shoulder, “Mmmhmmm.”

A time later, Syrenade wondered, “What do you think of the new girl… Steph?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Bubble Girl asked a bit thickly, “You mean Allure? Sam?”

“Yeah… I wonder if she’d go for a threesome,” mused Priss to herself. She could feel her heart quicken at the erotic thought. The men were not the only ones that found the petite little bundle of tits, legs, and ass a sex-addict’s drug.

“No…” sighed Stephanie as she snuggled herself closer to Priss, “She most definitely likes men… I’ve seen the way she looks at Lightbeam. And even Praet.”

“We like men too. Maybe she hasn’t tried,” frowned Syrenade, lifting her head, “And what does she think she’s doing, making eyes at Praet like that. He’s mine!”

Stephanie opened her eyes at the last statement and gave Syrenade an odd look, “Yes, we do like men. But, they’re not the only ones we like Priss.” She frowned, “And what do you mean by ‘He’s mine’? Are you not telling me something?”

Priscilla Harris frowned deeply and gazed up at the ceiling, carefully avoiding Stephanie’s eyes. Finally, she shrugged, “Nevermind dear.” Then, turning her eyes to the exhausted Bubble Girl, she allowed another smile to touch her lips. Slipping her hand beneath the covers once again, the songstress Superheroine withdrew a large, bulging vibrator and examined the plastic exterior. Then with a slow smile, she said, “Well Steph, are you ready for round two?”

Bubble Girl’s eyes grew bubble-like as she stared at the toy. And then with an obliging smile, she rolled on to her back and spread her slim legs wide. She would be ready for round two, and round three, and even round four if it came to that. She hoped that Syrenade had extra batteries at any rate.

* * *

“Well… what do you make of it?” asked Praetorian as he paced about the balcony that ran around the Strange Defender’s penthouse complex. His eyes flickered towards the table that Doc Burnsides and his guests sat comfortably around. With the temperature as nice as it was outside, they had adjourned from the stuffy Strange Defender conference room and decided to take in some fresh air.

Doc Burnsides shrugged and glanced at the other men and women gathered about the table. He eyed the small contingent that occupied the furthest part of the table, the three heroes from a sister Supergroup called the Invincibles that Praetorian had asked to join them. Sparkle Star, Growltiger, and White Noise.

Sparkle Star was one of the patriotic Superheroines that was often trumpeted by the White House, usually for taking care of special missions for the government. Spying Doc Burnsides’ appraising glance, she offered a smile and a friendly wave. Doc frowned and turned back to look at Praetorian.

Not that Sparkle Star wasn’t easy to look at. In fact, Doc probably wouldn’t have minded watching her for a little while… if he wasn’t so self-conscious about it. Sparkle Star was one of those women that was, well… out of his class. But, then again, weren’t all Superheroines?

A tallish sort of woman with shoulder length dirty blond hair and an absolutely radiant smile, Sparkle Star was famous for putting away such criminal masterminds as Cranium, the terrorist Bombus, and the Red Sickle. Her face had an all All-American peaches and cream look to it, with open features and a small nose, and freckles, while her body definitely was All-American… something. Doc Burnsides squinted to himself. All-American porn? Big tits, a great figure, and legs that just went on and on. All of this wrapped together in a patriotically ensembled bodysuit of bright red and blue. White stars ran up and down the side of the Superheroine’s legs and arms. Covering her hands she wore long, lead reinforced gloves of red leather, and about her head she wore a crimson headband. Doc blinked and shook his head, risking one last glance towards the famous Superheroine… and found that she was staring right back.

He swallowed. Why was she looking at him like that, with those heavily lidded, brown eyes? And, that slow, sultry smile… Wait! Did he know her from somewhere?!

“Don’t stare,” growled Praetorian, slapping lightly at the man’s shoulder. The team leader of the Strange Defenders turned back to Mr. Eddigar, the interim curator from the Museum. Praetorian addressed the nervous curator, “Please continue, sir. What was this statue again?”

Mr. Eddigar dabbed at his partially bald pate with a handkerchief and looked at the small red statue that was placed upon the center of the table. The statue, perhaps only five inches in height and shaped like a minotaur, rested menacingly on its side, cushioned by the white linen cloth that the Strange Defenders had wrapped it in for storage. “Well… this is a very new item. We’ve only had it a few days,” he quavered, glancing nervously towards the Invincibles at the other end of the table. “But, it is a statue representing a manifestation of Taurus, the Bull Beast,” he continued, before adding, “We received it from a dig someplace around where Ancient Sparta used to be. In Greece.”

From somewhere at the end of the table, a low rumble of irritation resonated from Growltiger’s throat. The large man… cat… thing was one of the Lieutenants from the Invincibles that was a part of the delegation. He was a tall creature, standing easily as tall as Praetorian, that was a cross between something like a housecat, a lion, and a man. His face was feline, with a long snout, and whiskers. Large, green cat eyes followed the conversation like a deadly hunter, surrounded by closely trimmed, soft fur. Like a lion, he had a dense and shaggy mane that grew all around his head. Clearly defined muscle was outlined beneath his thick, tufts of orange and yellow fur, and his hands and feet were most definitely paw-like in feel and look. Hidden somewhere beneath the velvet of his paws, long razor sharp claws were retracted from view. He even had a long, cat tail that flickered and bobbed in accordance to his mood “Growltiger…? Do you know something about this statue?” asked Praetorian frowning at Mr. Eddigar’s words.

The large cat’s tail flipped in annoyance and he shook his head. Growling, he replied “No… but, I know my Greek Gods. Wasn’t Taurus born of Zeus?” The large creature hissed and spat, “Where’s your woman, Praetorian, Nike? Maybe she knows what devilish shit her own Pantheon has cooked up?”

Growltiger’s enmity with Nike was well known and Praetorian found himself wondering not for the first time why the cat was sent to this particular meeting. Still, he had to say something. This couldn’t go on. The Strange Defender’s leader frowned and opened his mouth to defend his team member’s involvement, but to everyone’s relief White Noise cut in.

“Quit being such a… wet blanket, GT,” admonished White Noise with some embarrassment. White Noise was perhaps one of the least Superheroic looking hero on the face of the planet. There really wasn’t anything significant about him. He wasn’t particularly tall, nor did he have any bold features. Looking at his costume of plain grey and a strange little hood, the only description that came to mind was… ugh! Drab! Bland… Boring… Beneath notice! Praetorian didn’t even know how he came into the hero business. Who cared? Next to the brightly patriotic Sparkle Star and the hulking Growltiger, it was rather easy to overlook the quiet man. And the bad guys always seemed to regret it, as in the middle of a fight their minds would suddenly be filled with chalk-board screetching static that rumbled from ear to ear, lobe to lobe, thought to thought, care of the one they called White Noise. Yep. One could gather that he was not a favorite amongst the villains. Or anywhere really.

White Noise extended his abashed look to the rest of the table as they stared at him. He speaks! “Well,” he added hesitantly, “I was going to call him a… sour puss… but thought it might have been too much.”

Groans fluttered around the table and White Noise found himself chuckling despite it all. Clearing his throat, he continued, “What sort of properties does it have, Mr. Eddigar? If I may ask?”

Mr. Eddigar dabbed at his brow and stared at the little figure, “Well… our records state that it is made of clay, and is very light. Perhaps no more than four pounds.”

Sparkle Star asked, “Any magical qualities?”

“W-what? Magical?”

“Yes, Mr. Eddigar,” asked Praetorian next, “Magical… nothing noted?”

“Oh! No… well, at least don’t think so,” muttered Mr. Eddigar, “Unless they can disappear. This isn’t… the only ones we’ve lost. We thought they may been misplaced along the way, but this particular statue belonged to a set of four.”

Doc Burnsides slapped his forehead, “A set of four! You didn’t call the police?”

“No! Why should we? Mr. Donahue said that this was the only one in the crate and immediately sent off word to Greece to find out where the other three went.”

From the end of the table, Growltiger grunted, “What? Who’s this Mr. Donahue?”

“The former curator,” informed Praetorian, “Who… resigned immediately after the shipment was received by the Museum.” The group at the table frowned quietly lost in their own thoughts at this new bit of information

“Has Mr. Donahue been contacted?” queried Praetorian.

“Um…” frowned Mr. Eddigar, “Well, yes… sort of. We sent a man to his house, and well… he wasn’t there.”

“Not there?” wondered Sparkle Star, “Like he skipped town?”

“Yes… so, we called the police and had them enter… and well, its like he was just gone to the market and would be back at anytime. His bed was made, his clothes were in the closet. Even a chicken was defrosted in the sink,” explained Mr. Eddigar. The Superheroes thought quietly about this new development.

“I had guessed as much when the police didn’t bring me their interview with him last night,” murmured the Strange Defender’s leader. Praetorian’s keen eyes wandered over to the Invincibles as they each gazed at the small statue. It was them he needed here. He knew that Doc would be on this. He loved puzzles, if he could just keep himself from ogling all the pretty women. But… with the way things were with his Strange Defenders, there was no way there was enough of them to cover the entire city. “That,” continued Praetorian, “Is why I asked the Invincibles to come here tonight. The Strange Defenders don’t have enough manpower to cover the entire city looking for Mr. Donahue, and we must find this man.” His eyes lifted to meet Growltiger’s unflinchingly, “The heist at the museum was no mere smash and grab job, my friends. Nothing involving super powered Villains is ever so simple. Someone wants this statue badly if they got both Razorjaw and his big brother to get it for them.”

Sparkle Star pursed her lips prettily, batting her eyelashes briefly towards the pensive – but not unawares – Doc Burnsides before smiling warmly back to Praetorian, “Congratulations, by the way, on capturing both Razorjaw and Garrotewire. Especially Razorjaw, as I’ve heard he is quite formidable.” Praetorian offered a muted grunt in thanks, but let the national heroine continue, “Has anyone interrogated the villains yet?”

To this Doc Burnsides had the answer, and he shook his head quicky, “No. Razorjaw refused to see anyone, threatened to bash anyone’s head in that entered his cell. And well, Lightbeam burned a hole through Garrotewire’s chest.” Doc glanced towards Praetorian as he spoke, well aware of Praetorian’s opinion on the matter. After what Garrotewire and his boys did to Nike and Syrenade, he thought the fucker got off easy. “So… no,” he continued, “Neither one of them have been interrogated as of yet. Praetorian is too close to Razorjaw. The villain wouldn’t talk to him even if he were about to be disintegrated in a particle smasher.”

The Superheroine’s smile never faltered, “I’d be happy to do it for you, Praetorian. As you know, I can make by body diamond strong and powerful. He’ll not be able to intimidate me.”

Growltiger spat, “Yeah… he’ll just want to fuck you, girl. Better if I go with you and hold him down while you slap the shit out of him and get the answers.” He glared at Praetorian, “These pussies couldn’t draw information from a dictionary.”

Doc shook his head as he watched Praetorian’s lips twitch in irritation. The leader of the Strange Defenders had a very long fuse, however he would hate to see the man go off. He knew Praetorian very well. In fact, it was only because of that man that Doc was even on the Strange Defenders. Growltiger didn’t stand a chance. But, as Doc knew deep in his heart, Praetorian did not wish to fight that night and the angry light of battle faded from his eye. Instead, the ultimate warrior took a deep, calming breath.

With his emotions under control, Praetorian nodded to the national Superheroine, “That would be appreciated, Star. I’ve asked Pariah to look in on Razorjaw as well , but I don’t know if she’s done so yet.”

The Superheroine didn’t even blink at Praetorian’s statement. She only offered a very, tight, smile in response.

* * *

“That was strange…” murmured Allure quietly as she sat on the rooftop edge, dangling her feet towards the streets far below. The lithe Superheroine was dressed in her new costume, white tights, short skirt and all. Down below, cars in downtown New Albion wandered around like glowing ants, turning this way and that through the night.

Sitting next to her, the smallest of the Strange Defenders watched his considerably smaller feet dangle. “What’s that, Allure?” Troll asked, before laughing in amusement, “Do you think… I’d break my legs if I jumped off the building? We have to be at least a hundred stories up!”

Allure smiled fondly and brushed back her long, blond hair as it whipped along her cheeks in the wind. “I wouldn’t try it, Trolly. Besides, I’d never let you hit the ground,” she replied.

“Doh! Yeah,” chuckled Troll and he leaned back to prop himself up with his hands, “I hadn’t thought about that. I tell you, flying around totally beats walking and leaping and jumping any day.” He smiled toothily at Allure, “Thanks, babe. You’re generous as you are sexy… with those nothings you wear all night.”

Allure laughed softly and had the good manners to color slightly. Glancing down at her costume, she tugged at the edge of her cape to wrap it around herself a little bit more. Although a bit short, it did warm her up some. “Yeah… I didn’t think that it would get so chilly up here,” she admitted, “Maybe I’ll have a longer cape ordered. And maybe a bit thicker.”

Troll leered at Allure like an old, dirty man and then laughed, “Naw… I think you look perfect.” He grinned again before asking, “You were saying something earlier?”

The Superheroine frowned slightly, allowing her mind to backtrack a few minutes earlier. Finally, she shrugged, “For a moment there, I felt irrationally angry. I was looking at the streets far below, and well… I just started getting irritated for no reason. Isn’t that strange?”

“Irritated,” rumbled Troll thoughtfully, “What… not liking your training with the Doc perhaps? He’s a bit hardcore when it comes to that stuff. Probably because he doesn’t have any powers.”

“No… no. My combat sessions with Doc Burnsides have been going quite well,” she smiled again, before giggling softly, “Ever since I saw Praet beat the living snot out of Razorjaw like that, I suddenly felt like I had to learn something to defend myself should… my telekinesis not work.”

Troll frowned and was quiet a moment, before shaking his lantern-jawed head. “Yeah, Doc is one of the best. He probably could give Praet a run for his money, if it came to a civilized match. They’re very careful about avoiding each other in the training room,” he comments. Finally, he shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a hormone sort of thing?”

“A what?!” laughed Allure incredulously, “I cannot believe you just said that!”

“What?”

Allure laughed again and waved the small Hero away, “Nevermind. Lets get out of here, Troll, closer to the street. We’re supposed to be on patrol… remember?”

“Oh yeah!” grinned Troll as he climbed to his feet.

Lifting them both up with the strength of her mind, Allure flew herself and her companion out away from the top of the skyscraper and down towards the swirling city lights below.

* * *

“Pariah…! Pariah!!” Sparkle Star practically shouted, “That bitch! Hell if I’m going to let her interrogate Razorjaw first. She can have him after I’ve wrung that asshole dry!”

Doc Burnsides blinked and held up his hands placatingly to the Superheroine. He had left the group to take the small clay Taurus to his lab where he could use his equipment to run some tests upon the statue. Objecting that they shouldn’t let such a valuable object go unprotected, even within the Strange Defender’s compound, Sparkle Star accompanied Doc to his lab. Setting the small statue on the examination table, Doc said, “Hey…! Hey now, lady! It’s alright… no need to yell.” He smirked and tilted his head towards his various machines in the lab, “Although, I’m sure that we could make an experiment out of it. How many decibels can Sparkle Star yell?” The Doc grinned feebly, lamely.

But, amazingly, Sparkle Star did not take offense. Instead, she immediately lowered her voice and smiled sweetly towards the man. In fact, she even managed a small laugh, “Oh… Doctor Burnsides, you’re so funny.” She hesitated and advanced slowly towards the hero, “You don’t mind if I call you Doctor, do you… Doctor?”

“Um… Doc, Miss… Sparkle Star. That would be fine,” swallowed Doc Burnsides.

“Oh. Alright, Doc…” she replied with a pout, “I saw you making eyes at me, all night… Doc.”

“You did?! Damn…”

“Yes, I did… because I was making eyes at you too,” she practically cooed. She was very close, and as she pushed into the hero, she blinked her long lashes salaciously.

Backing himself against the examining table, Doc Burnsides swallowed again, his eyes going very wide. God… she was so hot. Her hair… her smell… her tits as they pushed up against his chest and pressed themselves flat. Uncontrollably, he felt his hands reach out to hold her arms. They were both firm and soft, not at all what he expected. He thought he’d feel steel.

“No, I’m not invulnerable, Doc,” said Sparkle Star, guessing his thoughts, “I must activate my powers before that happens.” She smiled coyly, “Would you like to examine me, Doc? Its been a little while since I’ve had an… oh so thorough examination.” Innocently, she ran her slender hands down between her thighs, rubbing the apex of her legs and brushing against the rock-hard bulge in the Doc’s pants. “I’m sure that… you’ve got something long and hard that can investigate this wet, tightness that I’m feeling right… oh… between my legs.” The patriotic Superheroine pressed her long body up against Doc, molding herself to his whipcord frame.

Doc Burnsides swallowed in hesitation, and then something gave up inside of him. What was he thinking? It’s not as if he didn’t want to… solve her tightness problem. He had his own tightness problem in his pants as well. He was finally going to get some. For the first time in a long time, Doc Burnsides grinned with anticipation. “I think,” he said, “It would be my pleasure.”

* * *

The muggers didn’t even see them coming. They were too busy pushing the two young lovers up against the alley wall with their guns to see their doom. “Give us your wallet, asshole!” shouted the first mugger.

“Yeah!” screamed the second, adrenaline pumping through his body. “And any jewelry you’ve got, bitch!”

The man, a tall good-looking guy with dark, curly hair, pushed himself back against the wall. “Here!” he practically squeaked. The barrel of the first mugger’s gun was practically shoved up his nose, “Take it! Take it and go!”

“What?” shouted the second mugger at the woman, “What do you mean you don’t have any jewelry. How about a purse? No purse? My god, you dumb bitch, why don’t you have anything?” The second mugger glared at the first, “Germs, she don’t have nothing!”

The first mugger, Germs, looked at the woman as she cowered in the shadows. A young redhead, with nice tits, and an evening dress? She had something alright. “You can have her first, Rocks,” Germs said with a delightful grin as he pushed the gun in the man’s face even further, “I’ll watch.”

“Have her…?” puzzled Rocks for a moment, before he finally got the idea, “Oh… *have* her! Why didn’t you say something like ‘Fuck her’ or ‘Rape her’, Germs?” Setting aside his pistol, Rocks began to advance upon the frightened woman, grasping with claw-like hands.

“Because, you dumbshit, that implies that you know what to do with your pecker. I figured you’d just stare at her and then let me have my turn. Hurry up, my oats are beginning to burn,” growled Germs. Glaring at the man, Germs watched his victim’s frantic eyes for a moment before he tilted his head to indicate Rocks. Quietly, so only the man could hear, Germs labeled his partner, “Dumbass…”

Screams filled the alleyway as Rocks began to rip and tear at the woman’s dress. “Haha! That’s right, bitch! Scream as I sink my cock into that nice… warm… cunt…!” He laughed maniacally.

But suddenly, Rocks’ laugh turned into a scream of horror as an otherworldly force lifted him bodily up and away from the woman on the ground. Lifted him up, straight into the sky before crashing him hard against the hard brick wall. With a sickening thump, Rocks’ screams were cut short before his battered body was hurled into a pile of garbage and trash.

“What the hell?!” growled Germs turning his gun away from his victim and pointing it out into the night. Quickly, the would-be mugger backed into the center of the alley, training his gun at the dark shadows. A movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye… petite, shapely. He turned to aim his gun once more when something heavy and strong struck him hard in the knee, sending him toppling over onto the wet pavement. “Aaahgh!!” he shouted. And then… the ugliest, most repulsive kisser bent forward to look Germs in the face! The mugger looked on in horror, his jaws working in terror! A… a…

“I’m Troll,” grinned the vile creature. And then the ugly man punched Germs in the nose.

While Troll made sure that both of the muggers were tied up securely for the police, Allure helped the woman to her feet. “Oh thank you, thank you…!” blubbered the woman, leaning over to hug the Superheroine tightly. Wiping her eyes, the woman sniffed, “I must look like a mess… it must be running everywhere.”

Allure smiled comfortingly and shook her head, “You look okay, considering. Just a bit of touch up should do the trick.” She tugged at a handkerchief that she kept tucked in her left bracer.

“Thank you,” repeated the woman once again, before looking up wildly, “Wait…! Where’s my boyfriend? Josh, where are you?”

Moving quickly from the shadows, the man approached Allure and the woman with concern, “I’m here Sharleen. I’m alright…”

Allure turned to smile towards the man that she and Troll had saved when something about his voice registered in her mind. She frowned slightly… perplexed. Josh? She squinted at the tall shape that materialized out of the darkness to stand before her and the woman. Oh my god…!

The man slowed to a halt before staring in shock, “Samantha?”

Oh my god…!

* * *

Sparkle Star laughed with delight at Doc Burnsides’ grin, “Oh… Doc… I had forgotten what you looked like when you smile. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it.” She leaned forward to give Doc a peck on the cheek.

Doc Burnsides paused in his motion to lift the Superheroine up on the examining table, having moved the small statue aside to a desk. “What do you mean?”, he asked curiously.

“Well… the first time we met, you were grinning just like that,” she simpered, “You were so cute.”

For a long time, Doc stared at Sparkle Star before he finally asked, “Have we met before?”

The Superheroine lifted her hand to her mouth as if she had revealed too much. Finally, she giggled impishly and said, “Well… yes, sort of. Ten years ago, you visited my house with my father and we met. I was nine at the time.” She laughed at Burnsides’ stunned expression, “You were *Lieutenant* Burnsides then. And oh so handsome in your uniform. You don’t look that different now, even though you wear a doctor’s coat now. Maybe a little bit older.” Sparkle Star scrunched up her face, “When was it when I started fingering myself, imaging you ramming me in my bed?”

Nine. Lieutenant Burnsides. House. Fingering. The Doc was stunned. Stunned! He swallowed hard at this suddenly overly bizarre situation. “What was your father’s name?” he asked quietly, still.

Pouting now at the Doc’s sudden change in temperament, she answered, “Frank Ellison.”

“Frank Ellison,” grunted the hero, his eyes growing wide, “You mean… General Frank Ellison! He was… is… my boss! You! You’re Tiffany Ellison!”

Sparkle Star smiled broadly and began to advance once again upon Doc Burnsides, “You guessed it! Now… dear Dockee-poo, are you going to fuck a general’s daughter on your very own examining table? Or are we going to have to do it all kinky-like on these waxed floors?”

Doc Burnsides’ heart beat faster and faster as Sparkle Star… no Tiffany Ellison, General Ellison’s daughter… pushed herself up to him. As he gazed into her confident eyes, his knees began to grow weaker and weaker. But, he was so hard!

* * *

Allure felt her stomach sink, molten bile with the weight of lead. Oh my god…! “Josh? What are you doing here?”

“He’s my date of course,” informed the woman, Sharleen, matter-a-factly.

“Is this true?” asked Allure staring Josh in the face. Yes… it was her Josh. The hair, the look, the eyes.

Gazing sullenly towards the ground and then back to Allure, Josh replied, “Yes… Samantha.”

“Hey!” Snarled, Troll, finally bringing himself into the conversation, “How does this guy know your name, Allure?” The little Strange Defender glared up at Josh.

“Because, Troll,” sighed Allure sadly, “He was my boyfriend.” Allure could feel the pain and shock well up in her body. Lifting her eyes, she could feel moisture collecting at the corners, building behind her lids and trembling upon her lashes. Her eyes implored, why? Are you leaving me for this woman?

As if he knew the question was asked, Josh replied quietly, “You never returned calls, never came home when you said you would.” Then with growing anger, “You were always hanging out with your new friends… all Superheroes now I guess, since it looks like you’re dressing up in costume now. You were always being secretive with me. And now its out I guess. You didn’t trust me.”

“Josh…” she pleaded, “I wanted to trust you.”

“Yeah… well, you didn’t,” snarled Josh now, reaching over to take hold of Sharleen’s arm, “Come on, lets call a cab.” Tugging impatiently upon Sharleen’s arm, Josh pulled her out of the alley, glaring back to Allure with eyes like daggers, “Go back to your… boss… or whatever he is. Tell him I said he’s welcome to you.”

Allure watched as Josh and his date disappeared around the corner, before calling out to him. But it was too late. He was long gone.

* * *

Wind Raven knocked quietly upon Nike’s door. For a moment, she listened for an answer, but there was none. Staring hard at the wooden door, Wind Raven knew that Nike was in there. Sitting, curled up with her hands around her knees on her bed. Again, she knocked on the door and called out, “Deb? You can’t sit in there forever!”

Silence.

“You need to talk to someone!”

Silence.

Quieter, “I need to talk to someone.”

Silence.

Finally, Wind Raven turned away and headed back down the hall to her room. She still felt a little bit delicate from the hard fuck that Razorjaw gave her, but nowhere near as bruised as she felt the night before. She wondered what Nike was feeling.

Just like Wind Raven predicted, Nike sat quietly upon her bed with her hands wrapped tightly around her knees and her legs pulled up to her chest. She wore a thin white shift, and her straight brown hair was let down.

She had heard Wind Raven, alright. But, she didn’t want to talk. She couldn’t think straight. All she could think about were swollen dicks, tons of the thick meat plunging in and out of her holes, ramming her deep until the balls slapped against her flesh. All she could think about was getting gang-banged until her brains were numbed with cum, and each orifice oozed with spunk.

All she could think about was her body… and about how impossibly horny she was.

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