The Boobit Chapter Fifteen:: Gathering of Whores By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction that contains material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or over. Most of the characters in this story are the creation and property of Mr. X. See the Prologue for a full list. You can send any feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * If the heroines thought their problems were over now that they had their HQ back from Dragon Queen, they soon found that wasn't the case. Of course they knew Dragon Queen was still out there and they began to make preparations for her return and to defend against it, but even that ran into problems and unforeseen issues cropped up. The first problem was the booby traps left behind by Dragon Queen that were triggered with a time delay when O'Brian dutifully pressed the button on the remote he had been given. Dragon Queen referred to these as her "Kinder Surprise" since they were in the form of eggs and each egg was unique. That is to say what hatched from each egg was unique, though they all shared a few things in common such as large penises and an unnatural desire to mate with busty Aphrodite women. Azure Angel and Shield discovered the first of these surprises when they went to the gym for a workout. What hatched looked like a little black blob , but as the pair of heroines approached it, several dozen tentacles shot out of it and grabbed them. Suspended in midair and struggling flutily to get free, the pair of heroines felt other tentacles slithering under their skimpy costumes. Their tops ripped open and their full, young breasts tumbled into view, jiggling and bouncing a few times before settling down. "Urk," said Shield as she felt tentacles drive deep into her pussy and ass simultaneously. Angel only had less than a second after hearing her friend's exclamation before she echoed it and for the same reason. "I really hate Dragon Queen," gasped Azure Angel as she felt the tentacles piston in and out of her pussy and ass. "Look on the bright side," panted Shield as the pleasure the things were giving her rose towards her first climax, "we are probably wearing off thousands of calories like this. Consider it a fad diet with benefits." "Ahhhhh, speaking of fad diets," moaned Azure Angel, "I think we are about to be fed a high protein supplement." Shield only had time to nod her agreement as another tentacle slid into her mouth and punched its way ruthlessly down her throat. This tentacle like the others was leaking a steady stream of some kind of liquid and when it went off a few minutes later thanks to the sucking and licking of the heroine, it deposited a huge load of warm goo in her stomach. Similar loads were transmitted into the pair's pussies and asses in such quantity that it leaked out, rand down their legs and puddled on the gym floor. The predicament of the pair in the gym might have been noticed and dealt with sooner, except Got Gal was on duty in the monitor room and had her own problems. An egg hatched under the monitor console and a six inch tall, chubby, brown furred little creature with big, googly eyes waddled out. "Oh aren't you the cutest little thing?" cooed Got Gal picking the creature up and holding it on the palm of her hand in front of her face. "Do you have a name little fellah?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "Face Fucker," replied the little creature that looked designed to sell toys said in a cute, sweet voice as it looked down Got Gal's top at her tits. "What?" said Got Gal, sure she had heard wrong. "I said my name is Face Fucker, you dumb cunt," said the little creature which started to grow. It quadrupled its size in a few seconds as it leaped from her hand and wrapped its arm around her head. A massive twelve inch cock had also sprung out of it and this now slapped against the heroine's face, dribbling slime all over it. It took a couple of attempts as the cock kept hitting the astonished heroine in the face, but finally it pushed between her lips and into her mouth. "Mmmmmppphhh," said Got Gal, arms, flailing as she tried and failed to pry the furry little assailant off her face. Then she was gagging and choking as Face Fucker lived up to his name and began hammering is cock in and out of her mouth. Eventually, exhausted and needing all her energy to breathe, Got Gal slumped back in her chair and just let the thing have its way with her mouth. When she felt the thing tense five minutes later and fire a gallon of cum down her throat into her stomach, she was sure the ordeal was over, but Face Fucker just started a new round and its cock seemed to have grown as a result of its orgasm. "Hey, I'm here to relieve you," said Power Lass an hour later when she came into the monitor room and sat down in the chair next to Got Gal, not seeming to notice the thing humping the blonde's face madly. "Mmmmppphhh," mumbled Got Gal, lifting an arm to point at the creature on her face. "Hey, that's new isn't it?" asked Power Lass, peering closer at the furry creature. "Mmmmmmpppphh," replied Got Gal gesturing frantically. "Get it off you?" asked Power Lass. "Mmmmmpppphhhh!!!!!!" cried Got Gal. "Jeez, there's no need to swear like that," grumbled Power Lass as she grabbed the furry little thing and began to try and pull it off. Face Fucker didn't budge. ‘Hang on, I have to get a little better leverage," said Power Lass as she planted a foot on Got Gal's stomach and pulled with everything she had. Slowly, the creature came loose and inch by inch, its cock pulled out of Got Gal's mouth. "Wow, that thing was a good 18 inches long," marvelled Power Lass as the tip finally slipped from between Got Gal's lips. "Where did you find it?" "It must be one of Dragon Queen's little creations," gasped Got Gal as she sucked in lungful's of fresh air. "Oh look at those cute, googly eyes," cooed Power Lass as she turned the creature to look at it better. "Oh goody, fresh meat," snickered Face Fucker and it suddenly surged forward and slammed its cock down Power Lass's throat. The heroine's eyes went wide and she gave a choking sound as the creature's cock slammed down her throat and she fell back into her seat. "Have fun," said Got Gal as she headed for the door and a shower. "Got Chic will relieve you in two hours." "Mmmmppphhh," yelled a frantic Power Lass. "Yeah, that's about what I thought too," replied Got Gal as she exited the control room. It's a good thing Aphrodite women broke down any spunk they swallowed at a high rate, or that much cum would have burst her stomach open. As it was, Got Gal gave a very unladylike burp and went to shower. * Jungle Babe and Omega Woman were currently in the showers. One problem with being an Aphrodite is that the sight of a naked body, even your own can get them sexually excited. It's a lot worse when that naked body is someone else's which probably explains why the two blondes were locked in a clinch, their tongue snaking around each other, breasts pressed firmly against each other's and their pussies rubbing together. Out of the shower drain near them came one of the egg hatchlings. It looked rather snakelike, except that it had no eyes or mouth with each end terminating in a rather phallic shape. It sensed rather than saw the two naked heroines making out under the warm spray of the water and crawled towards them. Omega Woman was so engrossed in her make out session that she never noticed the creature moving up her leg and slithering between her and Jungle Babe until she felt something start to push inside her pussy. "Er, you didn't grow a cock and not tell me about it did you?" Omega Woman asked Jungle Babe, still staring into the other woman's eyes as they kissed. "No, don't be silly," replied Jungle Babe and then she felt something entering her. "Um, you didn't either did you?" she asked. "Definitely not, I would have remembered something like that," Omega Woman assured her even as she felt something slide further into her pussy. "Should we look?" she asked Jungle Babe. "Well," gasped Jungle Babe as she felt whatever it was penetrate her deeper, "it feels pretty good and knowing what it is will probably upset us, so I vote we ignore it for the moment. We can always look after we've climax a few times and then we can look and be grossed out." "Ahhhhhh, makes sense to me," agreed Omega Woman as the double ended dildo snake began to slide back and forth, connecting the two women's pussies and they went back to exchanging saliva with renewed passion. [Note From Monitor 7482: I wonder if Lord Druxal would consider getting one of those things for our shower room? It seems a lot more fun than my loofah.] "Hey guys, what's up?" asked Got Chic as she walked into the shower room and began stripping. It wasn't exactly unknown to see a pair of heroines making out in the shower, so she paid it scant attention at the moment. It was only when she had fully stripped and stepped under the water that she noticed something odd. At first, she thought it was a normal double headed dildo that Dragon Queen had left behind, but then she saw it moving on its own and realized it was alive. "Um, do you two know what's in your pussies?" she asked. "No, we're ignoring it until we climax a few more times," moaned Omega Woman as a shudder of extreme pleasure rattled her entire body. "That's number four for me." "It's probably gross and icky," agree Jungle Babe, "so we agreed it's more important to have orgasms than know what's doing it. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she climaxed, but it was only her third and she was determined to catch up to Omega Woman before being grossed out. "Ok, makes sense to me," replied Got Chic as she continued to watch the pair fucking and began to rub her clit. She saw no sense in wasting a good excuse to rub one out, just because of the slimy thing in their pussies. In fact, she wondered if it didn't wear out first, whether she might get a chance to give it a try with one of the older heroines. Got Chic was halfway to an orgasm when her mentor arrived. Got Gal took in the scene in front of her with the two heroines locked together by whatever was in their pussies and her teen sidekick masturbating furiously to it. The blonde shrugged and stepped out of her costume to join the others under the water. "How you doing?" she asked Got Chic. "Not as well as them," moaned Got Chic. "Maybe I can help wit that," said Got Gal as she sank to her knees in front of her sidekick and ran her tongue lovingly over the black girl's pussy lips. "By the way, is that one of Dragon Queen's little pets in their cunts?" "Pretty sure," gasped Got Chic. "How are things in the monitor room? I wanted to shower before relieving Power Lass." Got Gal paused in her licking to consider the last image she had of Power Lass sitting in her chair, arms flailing as the creature fucked her throat with its impossibly long cock. "Hmm, about normal for around here," she allowed. "Power Lass will probably have something to show you when you relieve her." "Cool," moaned Got Chic as her mentor took her clit into her mouth and began to suck on it hard. "I can hardly wait." "I imagine Power Lass feels the same way," agreed Got Gal as she moved her tongue from Got Chic's hard little clit and slid it inside her moist vagina and began to lick. * "I think Dragon Queen did something weird to the examination tables," said Green Spectre as she and Spectre Girl stood beside one. The older blonde had her hands on her hips frowning down at the table. "Climb up on one Spectre Girl and I will run the diagnostic package. For it." "Sure thing mom," replied the younger blonde, who hopped up on the table and stretched out. Green Spectre went over to the computerized controls for the examining tables. These were state of the art and not simply metal and plastic surfaces. Professor Werder had built sophisticated diagnostic tools into them that would scan life signs such as temperature, blood pressure and oxygen levels as well as many more advanced features. Sitting in a chair, facing away from the table, Green Spectre began the diagnostic suite. Behind her and unseen by her, the table sprouted shackles that clamped over Spectre Girl's ankles and wrists to keep her from moving while a metal gag covered her mouth. Spectre Girl tried desperately to get her mother's attention, but the muffled noises were drowned out by the hum and the soothing music played by the system. "It all looks ok so far," murmured Green Spectre to herself as she studied the screen in front of her and she didn't think anything of it when Spectre Girl didn't answer. Spectre Girl's eyes widened as the table produced a robotic arm which quickly cut off her costume, leaving her naked except for her mask and boots. This was followed by a pair of fleshy appendages sliding out of the surface of the table and inserting themselves into her pussy and ass. Immediately they began pumping in and out of the blonde sidekick and her muffled protests turned to muffled moans of pleasure. The things rotated, sped up and down, vibrated and did many wonderful feeling things to her nubile, young body while her oblivious mother continued to study the screen diagnostic readout. Over the next twenty minutes, Spectre Girl had at least six orgasms that left her feeling dazed, but very happy. Finally, the diagnostic sequence ended and the gag, restraints and fleshy dildos retracted back into the table. "Everything seems normal," said Green Spectre turning around and looking at her daughter. "You didn't need to take your clothes off for the diagnostic test dear, but I appreciate the effort." Spectre Girl gave her mother an annoyed look, she had sat right there and not noticed her own daughter was getting molested by the damn examining table. "You know mom, I felt some oddness when it was running the diagnostics. It might be my imagination, but maybe we should run them again with you on the table to see what you think." "Alright, that seems like a sensible precaution given what a lunatic Dragon Queen is," agreed Green Spectre as she lay down on the examining table. Spectre Girl sat down in the same chair her mother had used and made sure her back was turned from her mother just as her mother's had been turned from her and started the diagnostic suite. Spectre Girl hummed to the music as she thought her keen ears detected the deployment of the restraints and the gag. She wondered how many orgasms her mother would have. Was a sensitivity like that something that increased or decreased with age? I guess we will find out, she thought. * Amazing Babe and Champion Girl were excited as they stepped into the room that Dragon Queen had been using as her own bedroom. They had heard from Flag Girl about the large chest of sex toys and wanted to explore the depths of said chest for some entertainment. They spotted it beside the bed and hurried over to it and flung open the lid. "What the hell?" said a disappointed Amazing Babe as the chest was empty except for a black, oily looking liquid that filled about a third of the promised treasure chest "I don't like the looks of that stuff, don't touch it," warned Champion Girl. "Trust me, I have no intention to," pouted Amazing Babe, but before she could close the lid, the black liquid surged up like it was alive and starting on her right hand raced up and over her body. In barely a second, it spread out to form a thin layer covering her entire body as Champion Girl stared wide eyed in shock. "Oh crap, this is just like one of the worst episodes of Star Trek The Next Generation," she cried, "the one where they killed off Tasha Yar because she wanted too much money or something. Jessica, are you ok? Can you hear me?" There was no reply from Jessica and as Champion Girl watched with alarm, the blonde's skimpy red, white and blue bikini seemed to dissolve, leaving the other heroine naked, her body totally black, including her long blonde hair. Finally, Amazing Babe turned to look at Champion Girl and the solar powered heroine saw that even the whites of Jessica's eyes were black, though there seemed to be shades of black since she could still make out a slightly blacker pupil. Her curvy body looked like it had been painted black, her large breasts topped with hard, darker black nipples and when Champion Girl looked down, she could see the pussy lips were a slightly darker shade as well, framing the girl's sex. "I wonder if Lady Midnight would call this out as racist," she wondered. "I mean it's taking black face to a whole new level of wrong." "Get down on your knees and worship me slut," said the creature which used Amazing Babe's voice, but still didn't sound like her. "Oh oh, I don't like the sounds of that," said Champion Girl and she turned to bolt for the door to get help only to have an incredibly strong hand grab her by the hair and yank her painfully back. "I said to get down on your fucking knees whore and worship me," said the Jessica thing. Champion Girl struggled, but found herself being forced onto her knees in front of the creature that used to be Amazing Babe. Damn, Jessica was never this strong, she thought as she found herself with her face right in front of Amazing Babe's pussy. "Suck me off bitch," commanded the creature. Champion Girl looked up puzzled at this command and then back to the thing's pussy where her eyes widened as Jessica's clit began to throb and grow. Champion Girl's face was only a foot away from the thing's groin and the jet black, shiny cock clit smashed into her face and rocked her head back. Oh, that's what it meant, thought Champion Girl as the monster's penis rubbed over her face and left a trail of cock slime on her skin. When Champion Girl didn't immediately open her mouth, the huge black member slapped her hard first on one cheek and then the other. "I said open your mouth slut and start using it for what it was intended for." I thought a mouth was meant to talk with and take in food, thought Champion Girl as she watched a clear fluid leak from the cock that the thing was trying to punch through her teeth. It was too strong to fight and Champion Girl gave in and opened her mouth. The large black cock wasted no time sliding between her lips and pushing into the heroine's throat. "That's a good little whore," snickered the thing in Jessica's voice and it began to thrust those shapely hips, driving its cock in and out of the blonde's mouth with abandon. Champion Girl hadn't quite known what to expect, but the fleshy tube in her mouth felt warm and throbbed with life despite its odd nature and when it came a few minutes later, the cum tasted like a thousand other loads she had swallowed over the years since becoming a heroine. "That was good for a warmup," said the creature as it pulled its cock from Champion Girl's gasping mouth, "but now it's time for the main course. Get on your back on the bed slut and spread those legs for me." Champion Girl didn't bother to protest, she just did as she was told and almost before she knew it, the heroine felt the thing slide home into her pussy and start to fuck her. * Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight surveyed the conference room where the heroines held their meetings. "This at least isn't too bad," remarked Ms. Americana as she looked around at empty coffee cups and fast food wrappers. "We can probably have someone clean this up in an hour or two." Lady Midnight nodded and hid a smile. She liked Ms. Americana and respected her, but with her billionaire background as Brenda Wade, it would never occur to her to grab a garbage bag and start cleaning the mess up herself. That was what maids and underlings were for after all. "I'm sure the sidekicks can handle that," she said aloud. Ms. Americana nodded and sat down in her customary place at the head of the table as the team leader and gestured Lady Midnight to have a seat. "We should start planning for a showdown with Dragon Queen," she said as Lady Midnight eased herself into a chair and pushed a plate with a half eaten donut away from her, so she could rest her elbows on the table. "Yeah, I doubt that bitch is just going to give up," agreed Lady Midnight and then paused as something fell onto the table. "What the hell is that thing?" she asked. It was perhaps best described as a fuzzy green caterpillar on steroids. It was about a foot long and as thick around as a can of pop. Besides what looked like several hundred little legs, it had darker green eyes and a couple of antennae at one end. It regarded Ms. Americana for a second and then turned and looked at Lady Midnight. Next, it made sort of a buzzing sound and divided into two identical smaller pieces, which quickly expanded back to the original size. One creature stared at Ms. Americana now and the other at Lady Midnight. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Ms. Americana cautiously. "If you are thinking that this is some kind of freaky creature left behind by Dragon Queen and that it's designed to fuck our hot asses, then yeah," agreed Lady Midnight. "Do you think we can make it to the door?" asked Ms. Americana with an arch of a dark eyebrow. "Only one way to find out," replied Lady Midnight. "On the count of three, one, two, three!" The two heroines sprang from their chairs and raced for the door with all their Aphrodite speed. It wasn't nearly enough. Later, the security video showed the two caterpillar type things teleported from the table to the door and were waiting for the pair of heroines. Then with some innate ability, the caterpillars launched themselves at the pussies of the two women and went through their panties as if they weren't there. Both heroines gasped and fell to their knees inches from the door as they felt something not just slam into their pussy, but right into their pussies. "Ahhhhhhhh, it got me," gasped Ms. Americana, her voice rising in a moan of pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhh, me too," gasped Lady Midnight. "Oh goddess, I can feel it crawling around inside my pussy, moving all those hundreds of little legs," cried Ms. Americana. "It's like getting a pussy massage from the inside," moaned Lady Midnight. "This is so sick and wrong and yet it feels so fucking good." The two heroines collapsed onto their backs, bodies twitching with near continuous orgasms and any outside observer would only have seen their costume bottoms ripple and move as the caterpillar creatures ravished them. * Flag Girl climbed out onto the roof of the building to take a look around. All the flying monkeys were gone and the Boobit wondered what happened to them and why they hadn't come back. As Flag Girl pondered this, she heard a scuttling noise from behind and whirled around quickly, but saw nothing initially. Then she looked down and saw what looked like a star fish on the ground a dozen feet away. The trouble was that even the Boobit knew that star fish lived in the ocean and they weren't three feet in diameter from the tip of one pseudopod to the nearest one opposite. Flag Girl was still considering these anomalies when the creature scuttled forward quickly and climbed up her leg. The blonde teen tried to pull the thing off her, but the arms seemed to have tiny suction cups all over them that held to her skin tightly and she couldn't pry it lose. The creature reached Flag Girl's waist and stopped there with its central mass directly over Flag Girl's pussy. "This isn't good," said Flag Girl looking down at the position of the thing and feeling it press against her womanhood. That quickly proved to be somewhat of an understatement as two of the arms reached up and yanked off her top, sending her exposed young tits bouncing about. Those two arms then fastened onto the exposed breasts, squeezing and manipulating them in a way that quickly brought moans from the blonde. Two more of the arms curled around Flag Girl's waist and with a wrench ripped off her bottoms and then locked onto her round ass cheeks and pried them apart. "Definitely not good," moaned Flag Girl as the fifth arm slid under her pussy and plunged deep into that exposed ass with uncanny accuracy. "Oh fuck," gasped the Boobit as she fell to her knees on the rooftop, her legs suddenly too wobbly to hold her. There were still shreds of her costume at the front over her pussy, but suddenly Flag Girl felt something pressing against her mound as a very phallic appendage slid out of the body of the creature and without much resistance bored through the remains of her costume and right into her teen pussy. The simple act of penetration was enough to give Flag Girl an orgasm. It would be the first of many. * Several hours later … "I hate that fucking bitch!" said Ms. Americana as she slammed a gloved fist onto the now cleaned conference table. The heroines around the table could only nod in mute agreement. The one good thing about Dragon Queen's experimental creatures was their high metabolisms required to perform their function of raping heroines. That meant after several hours of intense action, they needed to recharge and had gone into a sort of hibernation and were now locked up behind containment force fields in medical. "Speaking of Medical, is everything ok in there?" Omega Woman asked Green Spectre. "You seemed rather flushed when you came out of there to help collect the specimens." "Oh, it is all fine now," replied Green Spectre airily. "We had a little trouble with the diagnostics," and she glanced over at her daughter, "and we ended up running them a few dozen times before we got all the um bugs out of them." "It was an intensive debugging session," agreed Spectre Girl with a hint of red in her cheeks. BING BONG The sound reverberated through the conference room and had most of the heroines diving for cover. "What was that?" yelled Champion Girl. "Er, I think that was the doorbell," replied Lady Midnight, picking herself off the floor from under the table. "We have a doorbell?" asked Power Lass. "I didn't know that." "I only heard it once before, said Azure Angel. "It was when I was on monitor duty on Halloween Eve and Nightmare Witch rang the damn thing and scared the hell out of me." "What did she want?" asked Shield, regaining her seat. "She said she was out trick or treating," replied Azure Angel. "So, what happened?" prompted Green Spectre. "Did you give her a treat or did she play a trick?" "You have to ask?" replied Azure Angel with a roll of her eyes. "This is Nightmare Witch we are talking about. She sicced this huge red skinned demon on me with a twenty inch cock. It took me down to some hell domain and fucked me steady for a month." "I sort of remember seeing you the day after and you looked rather disheveled," said Shield with a frown. "You weren't gone a whole month and how did you escape?" "Well time passes differently in that dimension than here," replied Azure Angel. "It was only a few hours here, but a month subjective time there. As for how I escaped, it turns out he had a peanut allergy and I had an Oh Henry bar in my pocket for emergencies. When I opened it, he puffed up something awful and crawled around trying to find his epipen which gave me a chance to run for the exit." "Whatever happened to him?" asked Omega Woman. "Should we be worried about a repeat next Halloween?" "Nah," grinned Azure Angel, "I took his whole box of Epipens with me when I left." "Ladies, the doorbell," Ms. Americana reminded them. "Right, who's on monitor duty?" asked Green Spectre looking around the room. "Got Chic is still in there," supplied Got Gal as she pressed a button on the table to connect her to the monitor room. "Hey Anita, who is at the door?" "Um, it looks like a bunch of golfers and Texas Star is with them," replied Got Chic after a moment. "Golfers?" asked a puzzled Ms. Americana. "You better transfer the image to the monitor in here Got Chic." "Sure thing," said the black teen, "and um is someone going to relieve me soon? Everyone else got to take a shower, but I'm kind of all sticky up here. I think I took at least six loads from that little Face Fucker dude. Also, all the seats are pretty sticky and gross from when Got Gal and Power Lass sucked it off before me. I am trying to clean the monitors off, but some of them have half an inch of jizz on them and I can only lick up so much." "Er, why don't you use cleaning cloths and water?" suggested Lady Midnight. "I don't think they would taste as good as this stuff," replied Got Chic. "That's not what I meant, oh never mind," said Lady Midnight, "just transfer the door cam to the screen in here." "You got it," replied Got Chic and a moment later, they saw an image on the large wall mounted screen of some angry looking golfers waving clubs around and accompanied by Texas Star. "That looks like Bert and Ernie with Texas," said Flag Girl, "and they don't look happy." Ms. Americana rolled her eyes and pressed the mic button on her control console. "This is Ms. Americana, what can I do for you gentlemen?" "Hey you all," called Texas Star before the men could speak and gave a wave. "We are here to demand compensation for our losses," yelled Bert. "It is going to cost millions to repair all the damage," screamed Ernie. "What the devil are you talking about?" demanded Ms. Americana crossly. Among other reasons for her annoyance, she still suspected some funny business when they had been at the country club. "Those things of yours attacked and wreaked havoc at the country club," yelled Bert. "It was just lucky no one was killed." "If it wasn't for this little lady and her fancy shooting, things would have been a lot worse," screamed Ernie, "and it's all your fault." "I have no idea what you are talking about," replied Ms. Americana peevishly. "If I may cut in you all," said Texas Star, "the country club was attacked by some flying monkey things that looked like rejects out of a certain movie, except these things had cocks that stretched a person out a mite, if you know what I mean." "I was wondering what happened to them," muttered Flag Girl. "Aha, so you admit they were yours," cried Bert. "We demand you pay for the repairs to the country club facilities and course,". "Plus a sizable penalty for psychological damage," added Ernie. "They weren't our creation," snapped Ms. Americana. "It was Dragon Queen that created them, go sue her if you can find her." "They came from your HQ," declared Bert, "so that makes them your responsibility." "Well, I am sorry for your losses," replied Ms. Americana shortly, "but you will have to file a claim via Wade Industries. They handle all such legal matters arising from our operations in Delta City." "I don't know what they are going on about psychological damage," muttered Texas Star. "It wasn't them that got their brains fucked out by the things before I found their weakness." "We aren't going anywhere until …," began Bert, but was interrupted by more people arriving. The several more people arrive turned out to be truckloads of soldiers led by one General "Lightning Rod" Ross. The heavily armed soldiers disembarked from the trucks and surrounded the building, including the now nervous looking golfers. After a while, the General himself stormed up to the She Legion HQ front door and pushed the golfers out of the way as he rang the doorbell several times in quick succession. "Yes?' asked Ms. Americana in her most superior tone of voice that could reduce any incel member to a gibbering wreck with that one syllable. "This is General Lightning Rod Ross," announced the man pompously. "Ask him if it's true he got that name because he is a premature ejaculator," said Shield. "I heard that and it is a scurrilous lie, and slander!" yelled the General. "2.4 seconds is his average from what I heard," put in Green Spectre. General Ross was now turning purple as he bellowed into the pickup. "You are all under arrest for terrorist attacks on the citizens of Delta City." "The monkeys weren't ours," Ms. Americana yelled back, "so you can stick your complaint where the monkey stuck the peanut!" "It wasn't peanut sized and I know where he stuck it," muttered Texas Star. "It was the same place where the sun doesn't shine if that helps any." "You can't arrest them, you don't have that authority," yelled a new angry voice. General Ross and the camera at the entrance swivelled to show the newcomer, no other than Police Commissioner Borden. "This is a civilian matter and so it falls under my jurisdiction and I'm here to arrest these women for their criminal negligence in loosing the flying monkeys on the city." "We didn't release them you idiot," yelled Ms. Americana who was getting really annoyed now. * Major Glenda Talbot who had accompanied General Ross as his long suffering second in command spotted someone she knew hanging around close enough to overhear the conversation without appearing on camera and walked over. "Hi Ed, how is it going?" Major Ed Wood, who headed Military Intelligence for Delta City gave her a confused look, "er, do I know you Major? I'm just the head of the pig marketing office for the government in Delta City." "oh give it a rest Ed, we were in the Academy together, so don't try and pull that bullshit with me," said Glenda. Major Edward Wood sighed, "Sorry Glenda, but my job description says I have to try and keep my cover even with old friends. How is it going with you?" "Been better," replied Glenda, "I got assigned as that jackass's assistant," and she gestured to Ross who was still yelling threats at the mic "Yeah, I heard about your bad luck," commiserated Wood, "you deserve better. I mean you were tops in our class at the Academy." "You were a close second as I recall," replied Glenda, "and you might have finished first if you hadn't got Commander Thompson's daughter pregnant." "I was a hellion in those days," sighed Wood. "I've calmed down since then, trust me. I have Cameron Drake working for me and I haven't even tried to put a move on her and she's about as hot as it gets, present company excluded of course." [Author's Note: ?For anyone who doesn't know, Cameron Drake is Omega Woman's secret identity and both Major Talbot and Major Wood have showed up in a few of my previous stories.] "You were always a sweet talker," replied Glenda with a laugh. "Give me a call and we can do lunch when all this is over." "Just lunch?" asked Wood with a grin. "I thought you said you calmed down?" asked Glenda with an equally wide grin. "Not totally," admitted Wood sheepishly. "I've had a few fantasies about what I would like to do in bed with Cameron Drake." "Who wouldn't, but please spare me the X rated details," replied Glenda. "Now, if you will excuse me, I better get back to old blowhard in case he needs help finding his ass." Glenda arrived back at the HQ door just in time to hear Ms. Americana tell the golfers, Ross and Borden they could all go to hell and no one was coming into She Legion HQ without her permission. To help enforce this, large steel doors, a foot thick rolled down to cover the entrance and the heroine disconnected.