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Flag Girl and The Palace of Pleasure (Teen Squad Adventures no. 7)

by Sigma

I

“So it’s just the four of us here?” Lydia Willis asked as she slid her star-spangled top over her perky tits. Anita Jackson, Yumi Wong, and Summer Morgan were all half dressed in their costumes and looked over at her.

“Yeah,” Anita said. “Jess is working tonight and Carla is off doing that Sentinel thing in Mexico.

“All right,” Lydia said. “This still works.”

The teen heroines then jumped when the door slammed open and Green Specter stormed in, a furious look in her eyes. All four teens froze as Green Specter locked eyes on her daughter.

“Summer...get over here…” Green Specter pointed.

“What did I do?” Summer asked. She walked over hesitantly, looking at her friends like a woman walking to her own execution.

“You are grounded, young lady!”

“Mom, for what?!”

Green Specter glared at her. “You know what you did! That prank with the goat!”

“I…” Summer went pale. “Mom, it was just a prank!”

“Not another word!” Green Specter said, grabbing her child by her ear and dragging her out.

“Ow! Ow! Moooom!”

The remaining three simply looked at each other in confusion.

“Okay...just three then,” Lydia said.

Anita blinked. “Wait...what day is it?”

“Wednesday,” Yumi answered.

“Shit!” Anita said, grabbing he stuff from her locker. “I’m supposed to be at INN tonight! Tanya’s gonna kill me!” She quickly stuffed her clothes in her backpack. “I’m gonna have to fly over and change on the roof. Sorry, guys, I have to cancel!” she then ran out.

“And then there were two…” Lydia said. She plopped down on the bench next to Yumi. “Just you and me, Yumi.”

“Umm…” Yumi started. “Actually...I think I’m gonna go see Asa-sensei.”

“What?!” Lydia fumed.

“Yeah...she said she was going to show me Miyazawa-style karate. Sorry…” Yumi then got up, grabbed her bag and left.”

Lydia threw her hands up in exasperation and sighed. “I guess I’m flying solo on this one, then.”

***

Moments later, Flag Girl walked out into the living room area of She-Legion HQ. She paused at the dining room table, where Selene Grim sat in a chair with a steaming mug of tea and a book. She looked up when she noticed Flag Girl.

“Hey hey,” Selene said.

“Ah...Selene, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah, I got nothing going on today. Hey, where’d Axanna take Summer? Summer borrowed a talking goat from me and I kinda need it back. His name is Phillip.”

Lydia stared at Selene for a few good seconds. “Never mind that right now. Since you aren’t busy, you wanna help me out with something? The others all bailed.”

“What’s up?” Selene asked.

“I’m heading to Sugar Town, to a brothel, to show them we mean business. I’m just gonna flex a bit and let them know we’re watching.”

“Nah,” Selene said, going back to her book.

“What do you mean ‘nah’? Why not?” Flag Girl asked.

“Pimps and pushers aren’t my scene,” Selene told her. “Besides, honestly, what you have planned...it kinda sounds like bullying, if I’m being honest. No crime in letting folks get laid, right?”

“That isn’t the point,” Flag Girl argued. “Sugar Town is a festering wound on the city and needs to be shut down.”

“Then you should run for office…” Selene said nonchalantly. “If there’s, like, a ghost or something haunting the brothel, or if one of the girls turns out to be a succubus, hit me up. I’ll be right here.” She went back to her book.

“A succubus…? What the hell are you talking about?”

“It happens more often than you think,” Selene told her. “And seriously, if you encounter a succubus, don’t try to fight her. They’re damn strong and damn hard to kill. Come get me. I mean that.”

Flag Girl rolled her eyes. “Fine! I don’t need any of you! I can do it on my own!” she promised before storming off. “Fucking succubus…”

Selene watched her go and sipped her tea. “Maybe she should be going to the brothel to get laid instead…”

II

Sugar Town was a bustling neighborhood filled with police sirens and garish neon lights. The trash-filled streets were lined with bars, night clubs, “massage parlors”, strip clubs, and shops that sold adult videos and toys.

Flag Girl stood on the roof of a building directly across the street from a club call the Palace of Pleasure. Its glowing sign showed a busty woman being spit roasted by two huge cocks. The blonde teen’s face twisted in disgust as she watched the door. People were going in an out in a steady stream, with no bouncer outside. The building itself was three stories, with windows blacked out.

She leapt from the roof, landing on the sidewalk and marching across the street, forcing cars to screech to a halt to stop from hitting her. She charged right through the front door, shoving aside a man with a wide grin on his face as he zipped his pants up.

After a short climb up a flight of stairs, Flag Girl came face to face with a thin, topless brunette chewing gum and with her face glued to her cell phone.

“That’ll be $20,” the girl said without looking up. When Flag Girl didn’t pay, the woman looked up at her. “Oh, are you here to audition?”

Flag Girl looked around, hearing the dull thump of dance music coming from a set of doors right behind her. “Who owns this place?”

“That’d be Larry. If you’re here to audition, then go right in. His office is in the back of the club, up the stairs. You don’t want to stop on the the second floor, those are the private rooms. Larry’s office is on the third. ”

“Unbelievable…” Flag Girl sighed and turned to go in.

“Hey, hon!” the woman called out.

Flag Girl turned and faced her.

“If you wanna make it here, you’re gonna need to tone that ass. Just a suggestion.”

Flag Girl glared at the woman and then went through the doors. Upon walking in, she walked past mirrored walls and looked at her ass. It was shapely, but someone small. The teen pouted and looked at herself in the mirror. “My ass is fine…” She then continued on, finding herself in a strip club with a main stage in the center of the room. A dancer, tall and lean, and wearing nothing but spiked heels, worked the pole to a rowdy crowd of mostly men. There were three smaller stages off to the sides of the room with other dancers and smaller crowds, and the busty teen heroine moved through the neon-lit space, drawing attention from some of the patrons as she went.

As she moved on, she felt a hand grab her tit and before she could react, it stuffed a 20 dollar bill in her bikini top. A middle aged man holding a can of beer grinned at her and smacked her ass.

“Never seen you here before, Sugar Tits. Let’s go get a room,” he said.

Flag Girl narrowed her eyes at the lecher and kicked him in his balls, toppling him. She then threw his money back at him and kept walking. Others who saw laughed and cleared the way, and Flag Girl smirked when she saw she had the attention of two huge bouncers guarding a door that she suddenly decided she wanted to go in. The got close to the teen and she lashed out, toppling one with a punch to his throat.

The other was taken back in surprise before he attacked. Flag Girl stepped to the side of his punch and, using her powers, flipped the big man over. He hit the ground hard enough that the ground shook. She caught the attention of several people nearby, including some of the dancers who were with customers, and she grinned at them before pushing open the door the bouncers were in front of.

She paused when she found herself inside the strippers’ locker room. Several of the the women, in various states of undress, paused and looked at her when she came in.

One girl, a black girl with one arm covered in tattoos, stopped counting money spread out in front of her where she sat on the floor and looked up. “What the hell is this?”

“I…” Flag Girl stammered.

“Why are you wearing that stupid costume? The Halloween show’s not for months.”

Another stripper, this one older with curly red hair, looked Flag Girl over before putting her cigarette out. “Oh, she ain’t here to dance. That’s one of the baby supers. Americana’s brat, I think.”

“Ugh...that bitch,” the black stripper said. “She sent my brother to jail a couple months back.” She then went back to counting her money while more of the girls paid attention to the teen heroine.

“The fuck are you doing here, blondie?” the older stripper asked.

“I want to talk to the scumbag who runs this place.”

“Ha!” the stripper laughed. “Larry ain’t interested in what comes out your mouth. He’ll only want to put something in it.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’ll put my fist in his. Show him whose town this is.”

“Sure, baby girl,” the stripper smirked. “You shoulda brought backup with you.”

“I’m not afraid of this Larry character.”

The stripper shrugged. “And you shouldn’t be. But he’s got clients here you should be scared of.”

“Like who?” Flag Girl asked.

The stripper simply chuckled, shook her head, and turned to the mirror to apply her makeup. 

Flag Girl turned when another stripper, this one fairly short and curvy with long, black hair, ran her hands across the teen’s lower back and ass.

“Why worry about it, babe? Stay here with us, make a few bucks. You’ve got the body for it.” She had plump tits and full lips, and leaned in to whisper in the teen’s ear. “You can stick with me if you want.”

“Girl, stop,” the black stripper said. “You can’t tell these supers shit. Just let her find out herself what a dumb fucking idea it is for her to storm in here like this.”

The short girl nibbled on Flag Girl’s ear and gave her ass a squeeze before pulling back. Flag Girl huffed and looked at them all.

“You ladies are better than this. You should all find more fulfilling work.”

The black stripper picked up her money and held it up. “This is what it’s all for, baby. You go back to getting fucked by aliens or whatever while we stack this paper.”

The other strippers laughed and Flag Girl turned red. “Just...how do I get to Larry’s office?”

The redhead was putting on lipstick and pointed to an open doorway in the back that led to a set of stairs. “That takes you to the second floor, cross it and take the stairs at the end of the hall to the third.”

Flag Girl then left without thanking her.

The strippers all watched her leave and then looked at each other and laughed before going back to what they were all doing.

***

One the second floor, Flag Girl walked through a brightly lit hallway filled with the sounds of moaning and cries of pleasure. The rooms to the sides had glass walls, their surfaces covered with the steam of body heat. In passing by some rooms, she could see naked bodies pressed against the inside of the walls, men and women fucking in groups of two, three, four, and maybe more. She paused at one room, seeing a curvy woman’s tits and hands pressed against the wall as her partner fucked her from behind.

“Yes...Yes!” the woman breathed heavily, banging her fist against the wall as her tits squished against it.

Flag Girl swallowed a lump in her throat. “It’s warm in here…” she said, ignoring her hardened nipples. The one woman on the other side paused, seeing the shapely teen standing there. She then stood up slightly and beckoned Flag Girl, and the heroine backed up and quickly walked away to continue down the hall. All around, moaning and groaning filled the hall, along with the occasional crack of a whip and muffled cry. As she moved through the hall, two more suited bouncers blocked her path. She paused and looked behind her to see two more blocking the way she came.

She then cracked her knuckles and took a fighting stance. The guards all charged her at once and she ran forward, knocking one of the men in front back with a flying kick. She sent him into his partner and then landed and spun before the two behind her caught up. She threw back another kick, making one big man stumble back, and then she ran and lashed out with her long legs, putting the other two men down.

“Haha!” Flag Girl boasted. “You flunkies are no match for me. I can do this all day.”

The four men all got up and Flag Girl smirked and stretched her arms. “Okay, let’s go again.”

The bouncers made another effort to attack and were quickly beaten by the faster, stronger, more athletic teen heroine. Soon, one of the men was unconscious, one was on the floor nursing injured ribs, and the other two were on the defensive as Flag Girl hammered them with relentless attacks. In short order, Flag Girl put another one down and when she decked the last man standing, Flag Girl stood over him.

“Please! No more!” the bouncer pleaded with his hands shielding his bruised face.

“No, no, no, don’t quit now!” she said, grabbing his collar and raising a fist.

“What the hell is all this noise?!” a gruff voice said. “Can’t a man get some ass in peace around here?!”

Flag Girl ignored the voice, even though something about it was familiar. “Go back inside if you don’t want to get hurt, degenerate.” She then knocked the last bouncer out. “Unless you’re the man who runs this place.”

“Not me,” the voice said. “But you do know me.”

Flag Girl stood up and spun around, and suddenly her blood ran cold when she saw who she was talking to. “Oh shit…”

Klax the Immortal stood several feet away, his naked body presented in its lean, heavily scarred glory. His dark hair was tied back and a smile stretched across his face. Flag Girl fixated on the stiff cock between his lean legs before looking up at him and the two naked young women hiding behind him.

One was a black woman with a shaved head and gray eyes and the other was a tall, lean, Asian woman with short, dark hair.

“You can’t leave well enough alone, can you, blondie?” Klax asked with a laugh.

“I should have figured you’d be here!” The teen said.

“Why are you making a mess of Larry’s business?” Klax asked. “I come here to get away from you people.”

“Too bad,” Flag Girl said, adrenaline still pumping from her fight. “You’re in my way.”

Klax chuckled. “Ladies, go back to the room and wait for me. But one of you bring me my phone, please.”

The women looked at each other and then turned to leave. The immortal smacked the black woman’s ass and she yelped before they both disappeared into the room.

“I have a big appetite,” Klax shrugged.

“Yeah, well, you can eat this!” Flag Girl said, charging at him. She threw a series of fast punches that Klax managed to dodge and weave past. He deflected one hit and then caught another, spinning the teen around and forcing them to switch places. Flag Girl went for a roundhouse kick, only for Klax to catch her extended leg and sweep the other from under her. She went down, but put her hands down and flipped to recover. She then realized her mistake when Klax caught her with a powerful kick once she landed.

“Agh!” Flag Girl groaned and flew back across the hall. She hit the wall next to the stairway hard enough to put cracks in it and then slumped over from the sheer force of the blow.

Klax sighed and stood over her, his cock still stiff. One of his companions, the Asian woman, returned with his phone.

“Thank you, baby,” Klax said before going to his contacts. He then let it ring.

“Ugh...hello?” a woman’s voice groggily answered. “Boss?”

“Hey kid,” Klax said to Breaker, his protege. “You sleep?”

“I was taking a nap. You need me?”

“Just wanted to show you something.” Klax then stepped back and turned on the rear camera and pointed it at the stunned heroine. “She raided the Pleasure Palace. I guess she thought it was an easy win.”

“Whaaat?! You beat her up without me?!”

Klax cleared his throat. “Hey, kid, come with me to the brothel tonight. It’ll be fun,” he said in his normal tone. “Ew, gross! Why would I go to a brothel?!” he then said in a mocking, high-pitched tone.

“Hey! I don’t sound like that!” Breaker scolded. “Ugh! I’m going back to sleep!”

“Haha, see ya in the morning, kid,” Klax said before ending the call.

Flag Girl looked up weakly. “You’re still hanging out with that gross ho-bag, huh?”

“Your ass still stinging from that last reaming? Don’t worry. This won’t hurt as much,” Klax said. “Can’t make any promises about what comes after, though,” he laughed. He then spun around, hitting the teen with a powerful roundhouse that put a crater in the wall and knocked her out cold.

***

Flag Girl woke with a start, with a gag in her mouth and her wrists and ankles bound. She was laying on a black leather couch, and wiggled in her bonds, trying to get up.

“Wakey, wakey…” Klax teased. He had on a pair of sweatpants and was leaning against the wall of what looked like an office. Next to Klax, a short, bearded man in a flashy suit sat at his desk, counting a stack of money next to Flag Girl’s belt. He glanced at Flag Girl and smirked before going back to counting. A third person, a busty blonde in a bikini that barely covered her tits and bottoms that left little to the imagination, looked up from her phone and at the captive teen before going back to what she was doing.

“My, my, my, what a mess you’ve made, my dear,” ‘Sleazy’ Larry Roach, the man in the suit said as he stuff the stack of cash into an envelope. “You walk into my place of business unprovoked, injure my men, harass my girls, disrupt Mr. Klax’s quality time with his ladies of the night, and then you put a hole in my wall when Klax has to deal with your bullshit.”

Flag Girl glared at the three of them and screamed curses into her gag.

“Take that thing out of her mouth, Missy,” Larry said to the blonde.

Missy got up, never taking her eyes off her phone, and walked over. She pulled the gag from the captive teen’s mouth and then went back to her seat.

“Fuck you, scumbag!” Flag Girl said. “This place should be shut down!”

“Whoa! Where’s this coming from?” Larry took offense. “This is a legitimate business. I pay my taxes.”

“She’s just like some of them other costumed bimbos, Larry,” Missy said. “Remember that time Americana hassled you for saying people like you made Sugar Town the festering sore it is.”

“That’s right,” Larry recounted. “So fucking self-righteous. Just like that big-titted cow of a boss of hers. She thinks she has the right to dictate how we get our kicks here. I guess the apple don’t fall far, eh?”

“She’s right. You jerks should all find better ways to spend your time,” Flag Girl said.

“Regardless of your puritanical views about how consenting adults spend their time, there’s the little matter of the property damage and loss of income I’ve had to deal with because of your little one-woman crusade.”

Flag Girl fell silent.

“What the hell were you thinking coming here alone, kid?” Klax asked. “You’re lucky I was here tonight and not one of my less...shall we say...tolerant comrades.”

“You got me by surprise, is all,” Flag Girl said. “Let me up and I’ll show you what I can do.”

“Ha, no,” Klax taunted. “I’ve still got two companions waiting for me. I’m not wasting anymore energy on you.”

“But we ain’t gonna just kick you out, either,” Missy said. “You disrupted our operations, put some of my staff outta work for a while. That won’t fly, sister.”

“...So, what then?” Flag Girl asked nervously.

“By all rights, I should drag your ass back to the Dungeon,” Klax said. “I gotta imagine your ass is still raw from the last series of poundings, though.”

Flag Girl swallowed a lump in her throat. He ass clenched at the mention of her last encounter with the Immortal and his protege.

“But you aren’t going with Klax tonight,” Larry said. “Instead, you’re going to work off the damage you caused to the Palace.” He leaned back in his seat and straightened his necktie. “Until then, you’re officially my property, doll-face.”

Flag Girl narrowed her eyes. “I’m not scrubbing your damn toilets.”

Klax, Larry, and Missy all burst into fits of laughter and looked at each other, before Missy went into her purse and took out a small baggy with thin, pink tabs inside. She then walked over to Flag Girl, her shapely hips swaying and healthy tits bouncing. When Flag Girl saw the tabs, she immediately knew them to be Bliss, a street drug that heightened one’s sense of pleasure and essentially made it so that personal satisfaction was all they could think about. It was especially effective on Aphrodites, supercharging their already strong libidos.

“No!” Flag Girl protested, trying to get out of her bonds. Missy sat on the couch and grabbed the girl’s face. She then took out a tab and forced it into her mouth before clamping her hand over it and making her swallow. Flag Girl felt it go down her throat.

“Good girl,” Missy said, leaning in and kissing the teen on the forehead. Almost instantly, the warmth of Missy’s lips, the sweet scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin sent the teen’s libido through the roof even as she tried to get away.

Missy sat up and stroked her hair. “Don’t fight it, doll. Let it wash over you.”

“All right, Missy, go make sure things are running smooth downstairs. Tell the VIPs something special is coming and to wait in the VIP room. I’ll take it from here,” Larry said.

“Sure thing,” Missy said before getting up. She blew Flag Girl a kiss and walked toward the door. Her ample ass jiggled in its thong, and it was the only thing Flag Girl could focus on.

“Hey, Missy, can I get some of those tabs?” Klax asked her before she left.

“Sure, babe,” she said, handing him the Bliss. She then put a hand on his chest. “You be sure to come see me after you’ve worn my girls out, Mr. Immortal,” she teased.

Klax smirked and bit at the air, smacking Missy on her ass as she left. Once she was gone, both men turned their gazes on the helpless teen, who struggled in her bonds as she tried to fight down the growing sensation of ecstasy.

“Hey,” Klax said to Larry. “I meant to tell you, we’re having a poker tournament at the Dungeon next month. 10K buy-in.”

“I’m there,” Larry said.

“Attaboy,” Klax said. “You might be up against my girl, though. She’s a damn shark. Cleaned me, X, and Countess out last week. Fair warning.”

“So noted,” Larry said, staring at Flag Girl and undoing his tie.

Klax looked at the captive teen and chuckled. “I’m gonna leave you to it. Don’t want to keep my ladies waiting.” He then left the room.

Larry got up from his desk and took off his jacket. He put it on the desk before beginning to unbutton his shirt. Underneath was a hairy chest and round belly and the short club owner completely discarded his shirt by the time he reached Flag Girl. He ran his stubby fingers up her exposed thighs, fondled her ass and her breasts, and licked his lips as he played with her vulnerable body.

Flag Girl moaned at his touch, relaxing her muscles instead of straining them to try and get free. She felt Larry loosen the rope around her wrists until they were free, and then he untied her ankles. She lay there, overwhelmed with feelings of ecstasy and at Larry’s Mercy as he climbed onto the couch to continue having his way with her.

“I meant it when I said you were gonna work off the damage to my club,” Larry said. “Young thing like you, every hard dick with a few dollars is going to want a taste, and they’ll get it.”

Flag Girl looked at him and whimpered, but the thought of being used by the hundreds of men who walked through the club’s doors every night sent a tinge of excitement through the teen.

“But...before we do that,” Larry said, running his hands across his body. “I’m gonna sample the goods myself.” He removed her star-spangled top, revealing perky, milky white 34Ds in all their glory. He molded the soft flesh in his hands, playing with them gingerly. Flag Girl moaned in pleasure at his touch.

“I know I’m not supposed to get high on my own supply, but I’ll make an exception in this case,” Larry said. He then leaned in, taking the right tit into his mouth while cupping the left in his hand. Flag Girl cried out at the warmth of his mouth around her nipple. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him in, and she let out a gasp that filled the room as Larry used his mouth to make her body his playground. He pinned her down to the couch with his weight, one hand on her tit and the other on her waist. As he continued sucking and licking her tits, biting her nipples, his cock swelled inside his pants.  Before long, Larry undid his belt and his pants and underwear were on the floor.

He sat up on his knees, completely naked, and pulled off Flag Girl’s skirt and panties, tossing them aside. Her pussy lay spread before Larry, throbbing and damp, and he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together like a starving man before a buffet. Flag Girl looked him in the eye and bit her lip, spreading her legs out. Larry gripped his sizable cock, giving it a few strokes before he guided it in. The teen gasped and Larry pushed, grunting as he buried himself inside of her. He put her shapely legs over his shoulders and began thrusting. He cupped her toned ass, lifting it into the air, and grunted and groaned as he penetrated the hapless teen heroine over and over again.

Flag Girl spread her arms out as Larry stretched her out, pushing deep and hard, and picking up his pace over time. He squeezed her tits with his hands, gripping the meaty flesh tight as his pelvis slapped against hers. She could feel herself growing increasingly wet around him.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” Larry groaned. “Something about you Aphrodites…”

Flag Girl reached up and put her long arms around his neck and pulled him in. They kissed and Larry never broke his pace in fucking the teen’s pussy.

Larry pulled back. “I’m gonna have to do this more often. Last time I had a super’s pussy, Klax managed to KO Lady Midnight and hand-deliver her for my birthday. He’s a good friend.”

Larry’s words were lost on Flag Girl. She was trapped in a haze of ever-growing pleasure and ecstasy. The Bliss had her fully in its grip. Every atom of her body screamed with satisfaction as Larry continued to push his member in deep while having his way with her body. She could feel herself getting closer to climax, could feel her mind slipping closer to the point where nothing mattered besides what was happening between her legs.

She touched the sides of Larry’s face, the coarse hairs of his beard rough in her hands. Even the heat of the man’s breath overwhelmed her, forcing all thoughts from her head besides what was happening to her at the very moment. Her skin shone with a thin sheen of sweat from the constant exertion, and Larry leaned in, licking some of it up before going back to kissing her. Her moved his hands back down her body, gripping her hips tight as he gave a few powerful, forceful thrusts. Her tits jiggled and jumped. She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks.

She could feel herself getting there.

Then she moaned. Her muscles tightened, her body began to quiver, and with her arms wrapped around Larry, she dug her nails into the skin of his back out of reflex as she drenched his cock in her cum. Her scream filled the room, and it was loud enough that anyone outside could definitely hear it.

And even as she continued to come, Larry continued pushing, continued thrusting and stretching her walls. Before long, his body trembled and she could feel his warmth filling her up, their juices mixing as Larry emptied his balls into her.

But even then, his cock remained stiff and he continued pushing. Forcing the cum out around him and spilling it onto the couch. All Flag Girl could do was lay back and accept it as Larry Roach creampied her, broke her will, and made her his. She continued crying out as he slowed his pace. Before long, Larry pulled himself out and wrapped a hand around his shaft.

As Flag Girl’s pussy dripped all over the couch, Larry unloaded what was left on her naked, heaving tits. The broken teen opened wide and accepted his cum in her mouth. Larry then shifted his aim and coated her face. Once he was done, she lay back on the couch, exhausted, out of breath, cum-covered and broken. Larry chuckled and stood up, his dripping cock hanging between his legs. He stroked himself just a bit and then slapped the listless teen on the thigh.

“Get some rest, baby doll. You’ve gotta start repaying that debt tonight,” he laughed. He then went behind his desk and opened his mini fridge to grab a soda while grabbing his desk phone. Flag Girl was too lost in her feelings of pleasure to hear what he said, but before long the door to Larry’s office opened and a bouncer walked in. Larry said something to the man, who nodded. He then grabbed the junior heroine by her ankles and dragged her out of the room and into the hall.

As the fluorescent lights passed overhead and Flag Girl was dragged across cum-stained carpet through the halls of the Pleasure Palace, she saw Klax leaning against one of the doorways to the rooms that lined the halls. The Immortal’s flaccid, dripping cock hung between his legs as he waved at her.

“See you in a bit,” he teased.

Flag Girl simply whimpered. She looked past Klax and saw the two women he was with earlier, writhing on the floor and bed, covered in cum and moaning happily.

The bouncer reached a room somewhere in the building and let the girl go. She lay there in the darkness, her body weakened from being ravished by Larry and overrun with Bliss. A light switch flipped, flooding the room with light and and Flag Girl looked around to see herself surrounded by feet and naked, hairy legs. When she looked up, she saw herself surrounded by several strange men, many of them old enough to be her father. They all had cocks in hand and smiles on their faces.

Larry then walked in and stood over her. “Baby doll, meet the VIPs,” Larry introduced the men. “They’ll be getting first crack at that tight pussy tonight, but eventually it’ll be open to everyone.” A smile crossed his bearded face. He then took another Bliss tab and forced it in the defenseless teen’s mouth.

“You’ve got her all night, boys,” Larry said to the men. “She’s got a lot of debt to work off, so take your time.” He then looked down at Flag Girl. “Pace yourself. Part of my VIP package includes a free dose of Iron Stud. That’s a pill that keeps the dick hard for hours. It was a joint project between Professor Pervo and Dragon Queen. It’ll be on the shelves in the fall.” He then turned to his VIPs. “Have at it, boys.” Larry then turned and left the room.

Flag Girl could only look on helplessly as the second dose of Bliss took hold, hitting harder than the first. Just as that happened, hands grabbed her arms and legs and lifted her up as the men in the room, six at least, carried her over to a bed positioned in the middle of the room. She whimpered as she saw at least 10 more naked men surrounding the bed, with all kinds of toys, restraints, and other tools laid about.

“You all have fun,” Larry laughed before closing the door as the men lay Flag Girl on the bed and some of them began climbing on with her. Rough hands began touching every part of the teen’s vulnerable body and she began growing wet as the men climbed on her.

III

The elevator to She Legion HQ opened and Flag Girl limped off, favoring her ass and taking slow, labored breaths. She looked around and saw Selene and Carla sitting at the table playing chess. They both turned when they noticed her and Carla gasped and leapt up.

“What happened to you?!” Carla rushed to her.

“Did a succubus get you?” Selene asked. “I tried to warn you.”

“…It wasn’t a succubus…” Flag Girl groaned and limped forward.

“Oh...well, do you wanna hear about my mission in Mexico? It was so amazing. I learned a lot from Muerte, and Ms. Fox, and…”

Flag Girl limped past Carla without saying anything and went toward the bedrooms.

Carla sat back down at the chess board. “What’s with her?”

“It certainly looks like a succubus got her claws in her,” Selene said. “Your move.”

Carla turned and looked at the board, considering it for several seconds. She then moved one of her knights. “Checkmate.”

“Son of a bitch!”

***

Lydia lay face down in her bed, her costume strewn on the floor and her sore ass in the air. She groaned into her pillow as her door opened and she felt someone standing over her.

“There you are. Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

Lydia turned to see Brenda standing over her, hands on her hips and an angry look in her blue eyes.

“I just want to sleep…” Lydia groaned.

“Is that why I haven’t been able to reach you for three days? Because you’ve been sleeping? Well that’s too bad,” Brenda said. “Put a costume on. It’s time I take you to patrol Sugar Town.”

“Noooo…” Lydia said, covering her head with her pillow.

“Yes,” Brenda said, snatching the pillow away. “Get cleaned up and be out front in an hour. And pick up this room! It’s a pigsty. You’ll never get anywhere in this life being a lazy, careless slob, young lady,” the Queen of Justice lectured. She then turned and briskly left the room.

Lydia sighed into her mattress.

“Rough day, huh?”

Lydia looked up when she heard a gruff voice. She paused and stared right back at a gray-furred goat that was looking right at her.

“I…” Lydia stammered. “Phillip?”

“Well, I’m not the fuckin’ pope.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m stuck here because that snarky goth girl trapped me in a temporary summoning contract that doesn’t end for a few more days. I got her back, though. Ate her favorite pair of boots,” Phillip laughed.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to a fucking goat…” Flag Girl uttered. “Why didn’t Brenda see you?”

“No one sees me unless I want them to. It’s why I’m here. Wasn’t it you who wanted me to prank that woman by following her and whispering behind her?

“What…?” Lydia sat up. “...Oh, no, that was Summer.”

“Ugh. You both have yellow hair. You humans all look alike to me,” Phillip scoffed. “Anyway, the dark haired one with the big udders seems high strung enough without having to deal with my hairy ass. You look like you could some someone to talk to, though.”

She then sighed. “I need a pillow. Get up here and I’ll tell you all about it,” she said, patting the space next to her.

“It’s a deal,” the goat said. He leapt onto the bed. Lydia sat up and then lay back down, using the goat’s soft body as a pillow.

“No offense, sister, but you smell like old man.”

“And you smell like a goat.”

“Fair enough.”

The End