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Prey (Call Me Americana #7)

by Sigma

I

It was a quiet night on the campus of Delta City University, but the party at the Omega Zeta fraternity house was in full swing. Students mingled and drank and music blared from speakers set up all over the house.

Angela Greer, first-year law student, nursed a soda, concealed in a red plastic cup so no one would hassle her about not drinking, and she kept to the edges of the crowd while watching another student intently.

Dorothy Quan, a tall, curvy Asian student who was in graduate school for biology, was flirting with another girl at the party, and Angela kept her distance while watching them. She had dug into Dorothy’s past and found very little. Dorothy previously had an internship at Wade Industries, under the now-infamous Dr. Orla Adams, but nothing suggested that Dorothy had anything to do with that incident back when it happened. 

Beyond that, however, Angela could find very little about the woman. The last name Quan suggested Chinese heritage, and Angela had often overheard Dorothy speaking either on the phone or to Chinese students in Mandarin, but gut instinct told Angela it was an alias all the same. Records Angela had found contained information made from a patchwork of other student records from different schools all over the US and carefully shaped to create an ironclad history for Dorothy Quan. Only her Wade internship and recent enrollment in DCU seemed to be genuine. So who the hell was Dorothy Quan? That was the question on Angela’s mind these past few weeks.

Angela watched Dorothy and the other student, a grad student named Stacy Perrin, as they talked. Stacy seemed a bit tipsy, and laughed at everything Dorothy said. She flirtatiously touched the tattoo on Dorothy’s thigh, exposed thanks to the short denim shorts Dorothy had on that night. It was intricate, multicolored dragon that wound up Dorothy’s leg.

A few more minutes and Dorothy took Stacy’s hand to lead her upstairs. Angela started to follow them when someone blocked her path.

“Angie! I didn’t know you were here!” Gary Holmes, another law student, said. He had whiskey on his breath and a wide smile.

“Hey, Gary. I’m kinda busy right now…” Angela said. “I…”

“Hold on! I just wanna ask you a few things!” he slurred.

He started going on, and in that short time, Angela had lost sight of Dorothy and Stacy.

“Dammit!” she uttered to herself.

*

“Are you sure this is okay?” Stacy breathed, breaking her kiss with Dorothy. They were in the dark of one of the upstairs bedrooms. The heat was stifling, and Stacy felt slightly warm.

“It’s fine,” Dorothy told her, holding hands and giving her a gentle smile. She then slid Stacy’s top off over her head, exposing her breasts. Dorothy did the same before removing her bra, and then leaned in and kissed Stacy again. Their naked tits touched and Dorothy led, putting arm around Stacy’s waist and laying her down on the bed.

Stacy’s mind was awash in ecstasy as Dorothy pinned her down and continued kissing her. Her nipples were rock hard and took in her partner’s taste and the feel of her smooth, bare skin in her fingers. Stacy sighed contentedly as Dorothy slid down her body and licked at her nipples before gently biting them.  She felt Dorothy unbuttoning her shorts and lay back, relaxing while staring at the ceiling. She then let out a gasp when she felt the warm wetness of a tongue penetrate her, and she instinctively clutched at the sheets under her naked back.

Dorothy continued to eat, taking it slow while putting Stacy’s naked thighs over her shoulders. She moaned, and Stacy gasped and whimpered. Dorothy lapped up her wetness, making her strokes long and deliberate while bobbing her head up and down between Stacy’s spread legs.

A cool breeze blew into the room, and Dorothy smirked to herself when she felt it.

Stacy looked felt a chill on her bare skin and looked over to see the window open and the curtains flapping in the breeze. “What that always open?” she breathed to herself quietly. She let out another gasp and then looked up when she saw a shadow move overhead. “OH SHIT!” she screamed.

A figure in black loomed behind Dorothy, she was tall and curvy, clad in a skimpy, black, skintight outfight with a mask that had two pointed ears on it.

“Dorothy!” Stacy screamed, scrambling back and sitting up.

The woman in black put a hand on Dorothy’s shoulder as Dorothy wiped her chin and stayed on her knees. She half-glanced back at the woman. “You couldn’t let me finish?”

The woman smirked and stepped into the moonlight. Stacy saw she had dark skin, full lips, and a curvy figure as moonlight glinted on the nails of her claws and she looked Stacy over.

“I couldn’t help it,” she said in sultry tone. “This one looks so delicious.”

“Fine,” Dorothy said, getting up and getting her clothes on. “Be quick.”

Stacy looked around in a panic. “What’s happening?!”

“Don’t worry, kitten...I’ll take care of you,” the woman in black said before pouncing. All Stacy could do was scream.

*

“And so anyway, I think I’m gonna end up at my dad’s law firm…” Gary said to Angela.

“That’s great,” Angela said, only half paying attention. She watched Dorothy exit the bedroom, come down the stairs and make a quick exit for the door. “Excuse me.”

Angela then darted up the stairs and ran to the bedroom, only to find it empty and the window open. She ran to the window and saw a running van parked closed by and watched someone, a woman whose features she couldn’t make out, slam the back doors shut. Angela then ran down the stairs and out the front door, looking around until she found Dorothy walk around the side of the house. She followed but kept her distance and watched Dorothy get in the same van. It then peeled away and took off into the night.

Dorothy rode in the passenger’s seat and looked out her side mirror, seeing Angela staring at the van, and a smirk crossed her lips as she looked at her costume-clad companion. “Panthris,” she said. “I may have the next target picked out.”

II

“Did you go to college, Freya?” Brenda asked into her earpiece. She sat on a bench on the university campus the next day, watching students walk to and from the buildings.

“I did not. I went right into the army after high school,” Freya answered. “Why?”

“I think I should go…”

“Why’s that?” Freya asked. “You run your father’s company. It’s not as if you need a job.”

“I know but…” Brenda said, watching a group of girls laughing. She let out a sigh. “Can I confess something?”

“Of course, dear.”

“...I don’t really have any friends. Between being Americana and doing all of the stuff for the company, I don’t really get to see any of my old friends from my high school, and they’re all over the country now…”

“Oh, I see…” Freya said. “Yes, it is important for you to socialize with other young people…”

“...I asked Axanna if she wanted to hang out, but she’s so busy with her company and her kid…”

“I promise this is something we will discuss,” Freya said. “For now, we should focus on these disappearances. The police have no leads, but perhaps Professor Werder’s colleague can offer some insight.”

“Sure…” Brenda said, getting up. “I’ll head to his office.”

“Good luck.”

*

Brenda eventually found herself in the science building. As she did, she looked at a directory when Dorothy Quan walked past her. Brenda looked up at the tall, curvy Asian woman and smiled.

“Hi, do you know where I can find Professor Dorn’s office?”

Dorothy looked at her. “Sure. Third floor, right across from the elevator. Are you new here? I’ve never seen you around the building before.”

“Uh…” Brenda paused. “Yes. I’m a new undergrad student.”

“Have we not met?” Dorothy asked after looking her over. “You look familiar.”

Brenda laughed nervously. “I’m Brenda Wade…”

“Yesss!” Dorothy said. “That’s it! I didn’t know we had a celebrity on campus,” she complimented, eyeing the curves of Brenda’s body under the modest blouse and skirt she wore. “Well, I won’t keep you, but...I’m Dorothy Quan,” she said, holding out her hand.

Brenda shook it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dorothy smiled. “Since you’re new here, you probably don’t know many people, right? If you aren’t doing anything tonight at 9, there’s a party at the Alpha Delta frat house. You should come by.”

“Really?” Brenda asked.

“Yeah! I’ll be there, just come find me. Maybe I’ll see you around.” She then waved and walked off.

Brenda smiled and walked toward the elevator, exchanging glances with Angela Greer, who sat on a nearby chair with a book open in front of her.

*

Brenda stepped off the elevator and to the office of Professor Hershel Dorn and knocked on the door.

“It’s open.”

Inside, Professor Dorn, a somewhat heavyset black man with short, graying hair and a mustache, looked up from his desk and smiled when he saw Brenda.

“Ah, Ms. Wade, welcome. Johan told me to expect you,” he said, offering Brenda the chair on the other side of his desk.

Brenda smiled back and took a seat, finding the professor’s office especially tidy and organized, the opposite of Professor Werder’s workshop.

“Now, what can I do for you?”

Brenda looked at the Professor. “Well, has Professor Werder told you about the nature of our work together?”

Dorn nodded. “He said it without really ‘saying’ it, if that makes sense. I take it you engage in...shall we say extracurricular activities to keep our city safe?”

“Neighborhood watch,” Brenda said.

“Yes, neighborhood watch,” the professor repeated with a smile. “So how can I help the Neighborhood Watch?”

“It’s about the disappearances on campus,” Brenda said.

Dorn nodded. “Yes, troubling thing, that. Stacy Perrin, one of my best students, vanished just last night. She’s the sixth victim.”

“Does she have any connection to the others?”

“Not that I or the police noticed. They come from all departments and all years,” he said. “The only thing they share in common is they’re all women.”

Brenda nodded in understanding. “And all students? No teachers or other staff?”

“That’s right. From what I hear, they all vanished at or shortly after attending parties on campus,” he then leaned in close. “I did hear something interesting that I don’t think the police know about. One of my students makes money on the side selling...substances to other students. I don’t judge, I was young and stressed once. Anyway, I overheard him say he saw a strange creature on campus. Near an old abandoned manor on the edge of campus that used to belong to the family that used to own the land the school is on.”

“Soooo…” Brenda said. “Mutants? Ghosts?”

“That’s for the neighborhood watch to figure out, isn’t it?” Dorn said.

“It’s a good lead,” Brenda said. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Dorn said to her.

“How exactly do you know Professor Werder?” Brenda asked.

A grin crossed his face. “Johan and I were underclassmen here and ended up being roommates. He had just arrived from Sweden and didn’t know anyone. We bonded over our mutual love of all things biology and women with big butts.”

Brenda audibly gasped. “Professor Werder…?”

“Oh, yes!” Dorn said, smiling as he recalled his college days. “Before he met Nadine, Johan was slinging it all over campus. Black, White, Asian, Latina, it didn’t matter. He loved them all and they loved him. He had his charm, made it look absolutely effortless.”

Brenda sat there, stunned. “I had no idea…”

A thought came to Dorn’s head and he laughed to himself and then looked at Brenda. “Okay, so, I’m from Alabama, right? Because Johan had no family here in the States, he’d come with me for Thanksgiving break and stay with my family. The Dorn women absolutely fawned over him, and there are a lot of them.”

Brenda’s jaw dropped. “I need to hear more.”

“Two of my cousins, in particular, Thelma and Janice…” he said. “I know for a fact Johan fucked both of them. Could you imagine, this skinny Nordic boy from Sweden, and black women in Alabama couldn’t keep their hands off him! Even now when I talk to them, I eventually here the question ‘How’s Johan doing’?”

Brenda had a mental image in her head and couldn’t help but laugh in astonishment.

“He’ll downplay it if you ask him,” Dorn said. “He was always humble in that way…”

Brenda got up. “Thank you, professor.”

“Anytime,” he said.

Brenda left the office and closed the door. “Did you get all of that, Freya?”

“Everything from spooky, abandoned manor, to the professor being a man-whore.”

“I have so many questions…”

“As do I, child,” Freya said. “But we have to focus for now. Are you going to the manor?”

“Tonight, when it’s dark. After the party. There’s less chance someone will see me,” Brenda told her. She then walked down the hall. She glanced back over her shoulder when she realized she was being followed. She remained calm and continued, turning a corner.

Angela watched Brenda walk away and go around a corner. She rounded the corner, hoping to catch up, and paused when Brenda was nowhere to be found. Angela then turned and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Brenda right behind her.

Brenda looked her in the eye and then pushed past her. “Excuse me…”

Angela watched her leave. “...I think she might be Dorothy’s next victim…” she said to herself. 

III

Later the evening, despite it not being completely dark, the party at the Alpha Delta frat house was already in full swing. Brenda walked among the crowd of students, taking in a small taste of college life. She watched people talk, she watched drinking games and couples making out. She smiled to herself, holding her cup of water so as to not appear out of place while she tried to think of a way to insert herself somewhere.

Just then, someone grabbed her arm, surprising her.

“Brenda! There you are!” Dorothy Quan said with a big smile. “I’m so happy you decided to come!”

“Oh! Yeah, thanks...this is uh...this is cool,” Brenda said.

Dorthy smiled. “What are you drinking?” she asked, looking at her cup. “Is that water? No, that won’t do. Come on,” she said, pulling Brenda to a counter where all kinds of drinks were. She grabbed two plastic cups and a bottle of tequila. She started to pour drinks when she noticed an empty table. She then took Brenda’s hand and led her to the table.

“Lay on the table,” Dorothy said.

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!” Dorothy said, backed up by some nearby students who overheard. “We’re doing a body shot.”

Brenda shrugged and lay on the table and then looked up when Dorthy lifted her shirt up, exposing her stomach.

“Damn!” Dorthy said. “Look at those abs!”

Brenda blushed as people fawned over her toned physique. She looked up as Dorothy continued lifting her shirt, until her bra was pulled back and bare breasts exposed. Brenda quickly got over her initial shock and all eyes were on her perky tits as Dorothy grabbed a salt shaker and a sliced lime. She then poured salt on both of Brenda’s tits. She then held out the lime wedge and put it Brenda’s mouth, rind-first.

Dorothy then climbed the table and mounted Brenda’s slim waist, straddling her. The tall, curvy Asian tied her black hair back into a ponytail, blew a kiss at Brenda with her full lips, and then took her shot of tequila. Everyone then watched as Dorothy leaned in and slowly, lovingly, licked the salt from Brenda’s tits. Brenda felt the goosebumps on her skin rise at the sensation and Dorothy hovered over her face, pressing her lips to Brenda’s as she pulled the lime from Brenda’s mouth and sucked on it. She lingered for a few seconds before sitting back up and a cheer went up from the spectators.

Brenda was flush, warm, and her damp nipples stood erect as Dorothy smiled at her and climbed off her. She helped Brenda up as the students continued cheering.

Dorothy smiled at Brenda and got another shot glass. She poured a shot of tequila and gave it to Brenda, who quickly downed it but began coughing instantly. Dorothy laughed and pat her on the back before taking her hand and leading her upstairs. As she did, Brenda looked back and saw Angela among the partygoers, watching them closely.

*

Brenda lay on the bed in the room, watching Dorothy, with her back to her, pour drinks. She struggled for something to say and Dorothy looked back.

“Nervous?” Dorothy asked. “Is this your first college party?”

Brenda nodded.

“You’ll be fine,” Dorothy said. She poured two mixed drinks and slipped a small pink tab into one of them. She then walked to Brenda and handed her that same drink. “Just relax.”

Brenda took the cup and took a big drink. “Oh, wow. I like this.”

“Drink up!” Dorothy said. She and Brenda both drained their drinks. Dorothy then took Brenda’s cup and tossed them aside before climbing onto the bed, on top of Brenda. They kissed, and Dorothy pinned Brenda to the bed under them. She slowly removed Brenda’s top and bra before taking off the dress she wore, down to the thong. She sat up, smiling and Brenda gazed at the tall Asian’s beauty’s curvy body. She touched the intricate, multicolored dragon tattoo on Dorothy’s leg.

“That’s beautiful…” Brenda breathed.

Dorothy smiled at her and put a finger to her lips. “Shh…”

Brenda lay back, her breathing shallow and her skin flush. “Why do I feel some warm…?”

“I gave you some Bliss…” Dorothy said. “It’ll make this next part feel so much better.”

Brenda felt woozy. The room spun and she moaned at the sensation of Dorothy’s hands all over her body. Next thing she knew, she gasped at the feeling of Dorothy’s tongue penetrating her. She clutched at the sheets, her cries echoed off the walls, and her heart raced in her chest as Dorothy buried her face between her legs. Out of reflex, Brenda squeezed Dorothy’s head between her thick thighs and that just urged Dorothy to push in deep and take longer strokes with her tongue.

As the Bliss worked its way through Brenda’s system, she felt herself growing wet, felt her muscles tensing up. She took short, rapid breaths, biting her lip.

“Fuck!” Brenda cried as Dorothy slurped up her juices, squeezed her legs, and never once let up with her tongue. Dorothy grabbed Brenda’s ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed for better leverage,  leaving the heiress’ legs dangling off the edge. She put them over her shoulders, lapping up the warm, moist taste of her folds and gently nibbling at the fully erect clit. Brenda continued squirming and crying out,  and the pleasure, working with the Bliss, became so much that she actually began tearing up.

“AH….AAAAAHHH!!!” she screamed, causing Dorothy to grip her thighs even tighter. Brenda couldn’t hold it in anymore. Dorothy brought her to orgasm, and her juices spilled out, staining the sheets and caking Dorothy’s face. A few more licks and Dorothy finally pulled away, grinning as Brenda’s juices dripped from her mouth and chin.

Brenda lay on the bed, spent and twitching, drips of cum still spilling out as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up when Dorothy climbed on top of her, and the ecstasy washed away when Brenda saw a second face looking down at her, right behind Dorothy. It was a dark-skinned woman in a cat mask.

Brenda screamed but the masked woman hit her in the throat and the screamed died. Another sharp blow and Brenda was out like a light, naked and stewing in her own juices.

Panthris took off a glove and rubbed bare fingers between Brenda’s legs. She then licked them clean. “Delicious…” she purred. She looked at Dorothy. “We shouldn’t keep this one. We should sell her instead.”

“To who?”

“I have contacts,” Panthris said. “She’s Delta City royalty. We can get a few million, easily.”

Dorothy considered it. “My pockets are a bit light at the moment…”

Panthris grinned and pat her on the shoulder.  “I’ll take her to the van.”

***

Minutes later, their van rolled down the street across the school campus. Dorothy drove and Panthris was in the back with a bound and gagged Brenda, who was slowly coming too. The captive screamed in her gag and Panthris shushed her. “It’s already too late, kitten…”

Dorothy smirked and then looked back when she saw a single headlight in her rear view. When it got closer, she saw it was a motorcycle.

The dark purple sports bike sped up to catch the van, and on its back was a young black woman in a tight, purple, bikini-like costume and matching mask, boots, and gloves, cape flowing behind her. She narrowed her eyes and gave her bike a bit more gas. “I’ve got you this time, Quan…”, the young heroine said.

“We have company,” Dorothy reported.

Panthris opened the back door and saw the girl on the bike, who looked at her in surprise. “Oooh!” Panthris cooed. “I wonder who this is. It’s not Americana, but...I’ll take it.” Without hesitation, she pounced, leaping out the back of the van and toward the speeding heroine.

“Shit!” the girl in purple cried out, as Panthris tackled her off her bike. They rolled across the ground and the bike skid. The both got to their feet and Panthris opened her claws while the young heroine put her fists up.

“What do they call you, dear?” Panthris asked.

“I’m Midnight Girl,” she answered, as she and Panthris circled each other. “And I’m going to put a stop to whatever you and Dorothy Quan are doing.”

“Hehe, good luck!” Panthris said, attacking.

In the back of the van, Brenda managed to get to her knees, and flexed her muscles, breaking the ropes around her wrists. She then untied her ankles and grabbed some rope after taking the gag out. Dorothy looked up just in time to see Brenda lunging at her from the back of the van.

Panthris had Midnight Girl pinned under her, the razor tips of her claws mere inches from the girl’s face as she pushed back.

“You have pretty eyes, kitten. I think I’ll keep them.”

Midnight Girl growled and tried to push the villainess off of her when suddenly a loud, metallic thud distracted them both. Panthris made the mistake of looking back and Midnight Girl managed to flip the villainess off of her.

She landed on her feet, only to be caught by surprise when Midnight Girl followed up, hitting her with a flying kick. The young heroine looked back to see the van had hit a tree down the road, and when she turned back around, Panthris was back on her feet. The two traded blows, keeping up with each other and neither holding an advantage for long.

Panthris lunged at Midnight Girl, managing to score a scratch across her face that drew blood. Midnight Girl recoiled and Panthris licked the blood from the claws and smiled. “Delay it all you want, that ass is going to belong to me before the night is done,” Panthris promised.

Midnight Girl growled and prepared to attack again when swift movement through the trees called her attention. Just then, Americana emerged and slammed into Panthris, knocking her into a tree. She stood tall and she and Midnight Girl looked at each other.

“Where did you come from?” Midnight Girl asked.

“We can worry about that later,” Americana said. “Who’s she?”

“My name is Panthris,” the villain answered. “But you two will be calling me master soon enough.”

The two heroines charged at Panthris and she ran to meet them. With speed and cat-like reflexes, she dodged their punches and kicks, taunting them as they tried to strike her. Panthris watched the two closely, noting that they were holding back. She then timed her next dodge with their attacks, Americana throwing a punch and Midnight Girl throwing a kick. Panthris moved out of the way of both attacks and the heroines ended up hitting each other.

Midnight Girl took a blow to the jaw and Americana took a powerful kick to her ribs. Both heroines grunted and staggered back from the hits and Panthris hit Americana with a powerful roundhouse, knocking her into a tree. She then turned to Midnight Girl, slipped behind her with fluid grace, and locked her in a sleeper hold.

The young, black heroine struggled to break free as Panthris ground her hips against the heroine’s ass. She then licked the side of Midnight Girl’s face. “Don’t you worry, kitten. There’s much more suffering to come,” she whispered as Midnight Girl passed out. She then let her go and she fell to the ground. Americana lay slumped against the tree and Panthris laughed at her victory.

“You two should have coordinated better.” She then turned when the van pulled up, its front end sporting a massive dent. Dorothy climbed out of the driver’s seat and looked at the heroines.

“Wade escaped! Did you see where she went?” Dorothy asked.

“No,” Panthris answered. “But it doesn’t matter, this is a much better prize.”

IV

In a large, empty chamber, the heroines were suspended from the ceiling with chains and gags in their mouths. Panthris and Dorothy stood in front of them and looked at their busty young captives. Dorothy then reached up and grabbed Americana’s mask before Panthris stopped her.

“Don’t. She has a bomb in there or something.”

“What?”

“It’s true. Some pimp in Sugar Town unmasked her and it blew his ass up,” Panthris explained.

“How did she survive then?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Panthris said. “Besides, we’ll get way more for these two if whoever we sell them to gets to unmask them instead.”

“Fair enough,” Dorothy said. “We can at least experiment on them first. I want to see if Aphrodite physiology yields better results.”

Americana and Midnight Girl looked around the chamber and saw, across from them, several young women in glass tubes, their faces covered with breathing masks and their bellies swollen. Midnight Girl immediately recognized Stacy Perrin among them.

Just then, the floor beneath them opened and the chains lowered them into the hole. After several dozen feet, the chains came off, dropping them onto the dirt floor. They removed their gags and stood back to back.

“What the hell is this?” Americana asked.

“I don’t know,” Midnight Girl answered. “But these two are kidnapping the students. I saw them up there. They’re impregnating them somehow.”

Americana looked at her like she was crazy. Just then, a gate creaked open and something growled in the dark. Two glowing yellow eyes appeared before a hulking beast, naked with a massive cock between its legs, emerged from the shadows. It eyed the busty young heroines and then struck.

*

Upstairs, Dorothy watched on a monitor while Panthris sat cross-legged on a table.

“So what’s your real name?” Panthris asked.

“Hmm?”

“I know an alias when I hear it, ‘Dorothy’. What’s your actual name?”

Dorothy glanced at her. “I’ll tell you if you tell me yours.”

“Not happening,” Panthris said. “I just figured, we’re working together, I should know who you actually are.”

“If you really insist on calling me something other than Dorothy, then use the name I used on the message board where we met.”

“Dragon Queen?” Panthris asked. “You’re not a lizard or royalty. But fine, whatever.” She then looked at the dragon tattoo on her thigh. “You must be obsessed with them.”

Dragon Queen ignored her colleague and watched the footage. Panthris leaned back and began rubbing her crotch, moaning lightly as she did. Dragon Queen looked out the side of her eye and went back to the monitor, and Panthris continued, gasping as she began rubbing more vigorously. Before long, there was a bulge in her crotch that swelled in size. Dragon Queen turned and looked down.

“What in the world?”

Panthris grinned. “A blessing and a curse. Here’s a life pro-tip, kitten. Don’t piss off ancient deities by stealing from them.”

“Huh…” Dragon Queen said. “I hate magic.”

Panthris climbed down from where she sat and wrapped her arms around Dragon Queen’s waist. Her newly grown cock pressed against the Asian villainess’ toned ass, and she gasped, not wanting to make any sudden moves as Panthris put her chin on her shoulder. “So, if these two get knocked up and the monsters they spawn are strong, you gonna banish that one to the tunnels like the others?”

“Y...yes…” Dragon Queen said. “All in the name of progress.”

Panthris chuckled and slid her fingers down Dragon Queen’s shorts, rubbing her pussy.

“I have to focus on this…” Dragon Queen said, gasping as her nipples stood erect.

Panthris licked the side of her face. “Those two idiots will be fine...or, they won’t, but you understand what I mean,” she said, forcing Dragon Queen to turn around and get on her knees.

*

In the pit, Americana was slumped against the wall while Midnight Girl was pinned to the ground, the creature’s massive palm covering her face as she weakly fought to get free. The young, black heroine fought to get free and let out a muffled cry when she felt her costume get ripped off. The monster then pulled her legs apart and she screamed as it penetrated her, its massive cock pushing in deep.

She moaned and gasped for air when the monster moved its hand from her face and pinned her shoulders down as it fully mounted her. The monster grunted and continued thrusting inside the young heroine, and she beat her fists against its body, trying to get free.

“G...get off of me!” she pleaded.

It responded by grabbing and squeezing a tit and she could only moan in pleasure in response, the beast’s massive cock stretching her out. Midnight Girl looked to her side and saw Americana slumped against the wall.

“Americana!” she cried out. “Wake up!”

“Ow…” Americana groaned, holding her head. She recalled the last few seconds. The monster had charged at them, moving faster than either heroine expected. It rammed into her with a big shoulder, she flew back, and her head hit the wall, then everything went dark. She staggered to her feet and turned around, seeing cracks in the wall where she hit it.

“Americana!”

She turned around when Midnight Girl called her a second time. “Oh shit!” She took off, running at the monster.

“Ah...AAAHH!” Midnight Girl cried out. Her body bucked with the monster fucking her, and she heard the creature let out a long grunt as it body shivered and trembled. The heroine then gasped when she felt herself being filled with warm, sticky fluid. “Nooo! No, no, no, no!”

The creature, satisfied, pulled out of Midnight Girl, its still-stiff cock dripping with cum. It looked down as her pussy pumped out its cum, snorted, and began to walk away when it noticed Americana running toward it.

Americana leapt through the air and hit the monster with a flying punch, sending it back. She landed between the monster and Midnight Girl and charged at the monster to keep attacking.

Midnight Girl sat up, looking down at her spread legs. Cum pooled on the floor under her, slicking her thick, brown thighs. She looked down at her erect nipples and stood, groggily, pleasure running through her body as she tried to clear her head. She fell to her knees and tried to focus on her breathing while Americana fought the monster.

Americana’s gloved fists hit the monster in its chest, stomach, and face, and she knocked it back with an uppercut. When it fell to the ground, she leapt through the air and drove her elbow into its chest.

The creature gasped at the impact, but fought down the pain and grabbed Americana when she tried to get up. She growled and tried to get free, but the monster slammed her into the ground, stunning her. She lay there, writhing and holding her swimming head, and cried out when the monster stripped her and mounted her with a cruel efficiency. It then grabbed her thighs, putting her legs over its broad shoulders as it began fucking her.

“No!” Americana cried out, trying to pull away. She gagged when it grabbed her around the neck and squeezed before thrusting harder, deeper, baring its razor sharp teeth at her. She grabbed the monster’s wrist, trying to pry it off, but all her strength seem to leave her with one especially deep, powerful thrust of the beast’s cock. Seemingly all at once, Americana’s arms and legs went limp, and she lay there, gasping and moaning as the monster continued fucking her. Her tits rocked with the motion, her jaw hung slack, she stared up at the ceiling, completely helpless against the monster’s relentless assault. 

The monster chortled and pushed itself deep inside the heroine with nothing but thoughts of pleasure running through its primitive brain. It felt itself getting close to the edge again as its muscles stiffened and its taut, muscular body trembled. It unleashed a load of its seed into its captive’s snatch, and she cried out at being stuffed and filled. When the creature pulled out, Americana lay on the ground, thighs twitching as warm cum spilled out from between her legs.

The creature stepped back, its chest heaving with breath, and it lay down on the ground, watching her.

Midnight Girl staggered over to them, her own pussy still dripping, and she eyed the monster cautiously while kneeling down. “Americana,” she said, shaking the girl’s shoulder. “You okay?”

“Fuh…” Was all Americana managed to say.

Midnight Girl looked at the cum dripping from between her legs and thought about the kidnapped students and how their bellies were swollen. “I think I have some bad news…”

*

“Huh...I think your monster is done,” Panthris said.

Dragon Queen eyed the monitor. Panthris’ erect cock was well down her throat, so far that her face was practically buried in the hair of Panthris pubic mound. She put her hands on Panthris thighs and pushed back. “It seeded them?!” She quickly got up, wiping her jaw. “Come on!” she said to Panthris, running to the elevator.

It lowered them into the pit and once they were there, Dragon Queen approached the heroines. Midnight Girl helped a recovering Americana up and Dragon Queen folded her arms across her curvy chest as a smile crossed her full lips. Panthris stood behind her with her hands on Dragon Queen’s shoulders.

“What did that monster do to us?!” Midnight Girl demanded.

“Impregnated you, you twit,” Dragon Queen said. “It will take a few days for you to come to term.”

“You evil bi…” Midnight Girl started, then stared at Panthris. “...I had no idea Panthris was trans...”

Panthris simply grinned at her. “Not the case, kitten, but I’ll give you a taste in a bit.”

“That is not the thing you should be worrying about right now,” Dragon Queen said. “You will be studied immediately. I need to know how your physiology affects the pregnancy. Seize them both, Panthris.”

Panthris nodded and moved toward the heroines, but the monster stood on all fours and snarled at the villainess.

Panthris backed up and hissed, unleashing her claws and the monster stood in a defensive posture, eyeing her.

“What’s wrong with your monster?” Panthris asked Dragon Queen.

Dragon Queen stood still. “I don’t know...he’s never been aggressive with you when you took the other captives. I…” Dragon Queen then looked at the erect cock between Panthris’ thighs. “You fool! He thinks you’re a rival male!”

“Call him off…” Panthris warned.

“I cannot make him ignore his instincts,” Dragon Queen said. “Put that thing away!”

“It doesn’t work that way, stupid!” Panthris hissed at her.

The monster bared its fangs, not backing down as it stalked toward Panthris. Americana was beginning to come to her senses, and she and Midnight Girl stood perfectly still.

Panthris, not one to back down, got on all fours and bared her own fangs at the monster. “Come closer and I’ll make a new coat out of you!”

“Panthris!” Dragon Queen shouted.

The creature roared and attacked and Panthris hissed and charged at him. The two of them were a storm of claws and thrashing limbs as they wrestled with each other. Dragon Queen yelled at them to stop but stayed clear lest she get caught in the melee.

Midnight Girl helped Americana to her feet and the two of them ran for the elevator.

***

“And done!” Midnight Girl said proudly as she slammed the access panel to the elevator shut. “They won’t be getting back up here.”

Americana had just finished freeing the last of the captives, and the terrified college students all sat on the floor against the wall, confused as they stared at their swollen bellies. Stacy Perrin looked at the two heroines.

“Where are we?”

“We’re at the old manor on the edge of the campus,” Midnight Girl said. “Don’t worry, the police are on the way. We’re going to get you all out of here.”

“What happened to us?!” One of the other girls said. “I...I can’t raise a kid!”

The two heroines looked at each other, and Americana grabbed Midnight Girl’s arm and led her away.

“This is bad, that stupid monster knocked us all up,” Americana said.

“We don’t know for sure that we’re pregnant…” Midnight Girl reasoned. “You’re an Aphrodite, right? So am I...maybe it’s different for us…”

Americana poked her in the stomach, which was already protruding slightly. “You’re already starting to show.”

Midnight Girl looked down. “Oh, god!”

Americana looked down and saw her belly was slightly bigger too. “Well...there is a bright side…”

“What could that possibly be?!”

“Our tits will probably get bigger…? And we can eat what we want and no one can say anything about it?”

“This is not a joke, Americana!” Midnight Girl said. “It’s not a joke at all!”

“Just...calm down, okay. I know someone who can help us,” Americana said. “But you need to trust me. Once the cops get here and they haul those two evil bitches away, we’ll get this taken care of. Promise.”

*

“FUCK!” Dragon Queen screamed, punching the elevator button. “Those cunts must have sabotaged the controls!”

Panthris stood over the bloody, twitching corpse of the creature, her skin and claws covered in its blood. She had some scratches and bruises, but a maniacal grin on her face. “Hey, can you make me another one to fight?”

Dragon Queen glared at her. “They’ve no doubt called the authorities.”

Panthris began licking herself clean. “This blood tastes like maple syrup…”

“Panthris!” Dragon Queen said. “Focus!”

“I’m not worried about the police…”

“Maybe not,” Dragon Queen said. “But once they figure out what happened, Sentinel will be right behind them. Do you know what kind of prisons Sentinel has for people like you?”

“Shit…” Panthris said. “Yeah...I did a stretch in one. All right, how do we get out if the elevator is fucked?”

Dragon Queen walked toward the cage the monster emerged from. “This manor exists on top of a network of old tunnels,” she explained. “Pirates first used them for smuggling, then enslaved Africans to escape plantations in the area, and then bootleggers during Prohibition. I explored them before setting up so I know the layout, and I’ve left supplies stashed throughout, including clothes and flashlights. Come on.”

Panthris began to follow her. “Wait...are these the same tunnels you banished your failures to?”

Dragon Queen turned and looked at her. “That’s why you’re here. Besides, the tunnels are so extensive, it’s unlikely we’ll actually encounter them.”

“How far do the tunnels go?”

“There are two exits relatively close. One lets out in Sugar Town, the other in Tokyotown.”

“Nope, can’t go to T-town. I have too many enemies in the Yakuza. Sugar Town it is. I have a safehouse there,” Panthris told her.

“Good, let’s go. You have plenty of time to tell me this story of why you have a penis,” Dragon Queen said.

With that, the villains set off into the tunnels.

V

“Ahh!!” Midnight Girl screamed. “AHHH! IT’S COMING!”

“Oh fuck, me too!” Americana cried out.

It was only a few hours later, but Midnight Girl and Americana were in Professor Werder’s lab, laying on medical tables with their legs spread. The professor kept his distance, watching intently as Americana and Midnight Girl lay on tables next to each other. They still had their masks on, but swapped costumes for medical gowns.

The two young heroines held hands and squeezed, crying out as the things growing inside them began to crown. Their cries grew louder and the professor watched eagerly. Freya stood behind him, watching with concern.

Over the next few moments, misshapen heads began to emerge from the birth canals of the heroines. Small, infant sized monsters with yellow eyes and razor teeth crawled out of their bodies and fell to the cold floor. They looked like smaller versions of the monster that attacked the heroines, with Midnight Girl’s offspring having darker skin than Americana’s.

They screeched, letting off horrific sounds, before standing on stubby legs. They looked at the two women who birthed them, hissed and started to run away, only to be stopped by a metal hulk.

Professor Werder’s training robot looked down at them and raised its arm, the normal appendage having been replaced by a gun with a flame burning in front of a barrel and a fuel tank strapped underneath the forearm. It let off a jet of flame and the horrific little creatures burned, screaming in agony as they got torched.

The robot then turned away from the smoldering ruin and walked off.

“I must begin the autopsy immediately,” Professor Werder said as he started walking into the chamber.

“Wait, professor,” Freya followed him. “Why did they give birth so fast? Those other girls are still pregnant at the hospital.”

“If I had to theorize,” the professor said. “Ms. Brenda and this other young lady’s physiology perhaps speeds up the process. I will know more once I conduct my research. I should be able to invent an injection to stop this happening at all. With luck, I can rush it to the young women at the hospital, but I must begin right away, Ms. Freya.”

“Yes, of course.”

Midnight Girl let out a sigh and lay back on the table. “...What a fucking day…” She watched Professor Werder come in and begin picking up the charred corpses.

Americana sat up, groaning. “You okay?”

“All things considered…” Midnight Girl said. “We stopped the bad guys and found the missing students. I’d say that’s a win…”

“Yeah…” Americana said. “Listen...this might sound weird, but...you wanna team up?”

“What?” Midnight Girl said. “Like, to fight crime?”

Americana nodded. “I mean...we fucked up in a few places...but I think it’d be a good thing to watch each other’s backs out there.”

Midnight Girl nodded. “...It does get lonely out there sometimes. Okay.”

Americana couldn’t suppress her smile. “So, how’d you start? Why do you call yourself Midnight Girl?”

“Oh...well I’ve only been at this for a few weeks, when the girls on campus started disappearing. I...actually wanted to call myself Nocturne at first, but apparently that name is taken. I was going to go with Lady Midnight, but that seems like an old lady’s superhero name.”

“Good call,” Americana said.

“So...do we...like...show each other who we are?” Midnight Girl asked.

Americana sighed. “We kind of have to if we’re going to trust each other.” She then slowly removed her mask.

Midnight Girl gasped. “Brenda Wade?! Seriously?!”

Brenda nodded.

“Wow…” Midnight Girl said. She then took off her mask.

Brenda stared at her. “...I have no idea who you are.”

Midnight Girl sighed. “My name is Angela Grear...I’m a law student at Delta City U….”

“Oh! You’re the girl who was following me outside of Professor Dorn’s office!” Brenda said. “Well now it all makes sense…”

“Nothing about what happened today makes sense,” Angela said. “Still, we won, and that’s what matters. Dorothy Quan, or whatever her real name is...and Panthris got away, though…”

“Yeah, I really doubt we’ve seen the last of them….” Brenda said.

***

“We’ve been wandering these fucking tunnels for hours!” Panthris moaned. “We should’ve been in Sugar Town by now.”

“Be quiet!” a frustrated Dragon Queen said, using a flashlight to look at a map as she walked along the tunnels. “I think we may have taken a wrong turn…”

“How old is that map?”

“At least 100 years.”

“Unbelievable…” Panthris then perked up. “What was that?”

“What?” Dragon Queen asked.

“I heard something…”

“It’s your imagination,” Dragon Queen said. “Now...I think…” she then paused when she heard a low growling. It came and went, and then came back. “...Panthris...please tell me that was your stomach…”

Panthris looked at her. “No...I’m not hungry.”

“Oh shit…”

“What?” Panthris asked. “What do you mean ‘Oh Shit’? What the fuck do you mean?!”

Dragon Queen flashed her light down a side tunnel and saw something move quickly to escape the light. Moments later, there was chittering and the sound of claws moving across the ground all around them. Panthris growled and pressed her back against Dragon Queen’s while unleashing her claws.

“You said we wouldn’t encounter them!” Panthris shouted.

Dragon Queen sniffed the air, noticing a strong, sweet smell coming off of Panthris. “...They smell the blood on you…”

“Are these things going to try and kill us?” Panthris asked.

“Do you still have a penis?”

“No, the spell wore off for now. It went away…”

“Well...I have good news and bad,” Dragon Queen said. “The good news is, without a penis, they won’t see you as a rival male.”

“And the bad…?”

“They’ll see us both as breeding stock. The smell probably attracted every monster I banished to these tunnels…”

Glowing eyes then emerged in the dark of the side tunnels, surrounding the villains on all sides. They’re growls and hisses echoed off the walls, making it hard to say how many there were.

Then, Dragon Queen’s flashlight flickered and died, enshrouding them in complete darkness.

“...I am never fucking working with you again,” Panthris said.

There were several monstrous roars, and then Dragon Queen and Panthris both screamed.

Epilogue – Several Days Later

Brenda and Freya stood next to each other, whispering as Professor Werder looked over data on his computer. After several moments, he looked up. “Is everything all right, ladies?”

Brenda nudged Freya and shoved her forward.

Freya smiled and chuckled. “Uh, yes, we’re fine, professor,” she said. “Brenda and I were just wondering…”

“Yes?”

“Well, I was showing Brenda some pictures from my younger days. She was just curious what I looked like as a teen, you see. So, naturally, we started wondering the same about you, since we see you so much. Would you happen to have any pictures from your younger days? Particularly your days at the University?”

Professor Werder’s face lit up. “Indeed I do!” He took out his cell phone. “Nadine had asked me recently to digitize some old photos because she wanted to preserve them for our grandchildren.” Once he found them, he handed Freya his phone.

Freya took the phone and went back to Brenda while the professor went back to his work. She swiped through them and let out an audible gasp when she got to a picture of a young Johan Werder and a young Hershel Dorn on campus.

Dorn had an athletic build, with short, styled hair and big bright smile. Werder was a tall, thin, classically handsome Nordic youth, with long, wavy blonde hair and piercing eyes. A far cry from his current thinning, gray hair and slightly paunchy build.

“Oh no, he’s hot!” Brenda whispered.

Freya bit her lip, glanced at the professor, who was buried in his work, and then started to walk away. Brenda caught up to her.

“Where are you going with his phone?” Brenda asked.

“To my room,” Freya said.

Brenda snatched the phone. “Me first!” she said, running away.

“Brenda!” Freya yelled, running after her.

The End