Delta City PI #3 by DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains sexual content. It should not be read by anyone under 18. Omega Woman and Azure Angel are the creations of Mr. X, while Nancy and all the other characters are mine. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep them true to their characters. You can send feedback to: troi@hotmail.com It was three days after her meeting with Danielle and Nancy was driving to her office just after eight in the morning. The traffic was heavy and moving even slower than normal, which gave her time to reflect on how things were going. The truth was, she had to admit, was that her meeting and deal with the dark haired, horned woman had scared the crap out of her. That, combined with losing contact with her employers had rattled the blonde PI enough that she had curtailed her activities significantly over the intervening days and nights. Thankfully there had not been any major incidents regarding the super heroines other than a topless and so far unidentified new heroine who had been spotted leaving an alley where the police had found half a dozen unconscious men with very satisfied looks on their faces and their pants around their ankles. Nancy suspected it was Stupendous Girl, who seemed to have little in the way of super powers other than the ability to fuck men into a coma. Stupendous Girl operated in the nearby River City, but had been known to visit Delta City on occaision. The police had found a quantity of drugs on the men and after confiscating the drugs, the men had been turned loose on a low bail a few hours later. While Nancy had shied away from rescuing super heroines, she had still been busy the last three days with "normal" PI work. The detective needed to earn money to pay for the rent of both her office and apartment, so that had kept her occupied. There had been an all night stakeout at one of the seemingly endlesss number of seedy motels to get evidence of a cheating husband for her client, the wife of the surveillance subject. The sad part, Nancy thought, was that in Delta City it seemed you could pick any name at random from a phone book and have a pretty good chance of finding out that one or both of the spouses was cheating on the other. Still, it had netted her $250 which she had badly needed. Her second job over the last three days had not been as satisfying and to tell the truth she had hardly been doing cartwheels of joy over the cheating husband case. Nancy had been hired by one of the richer women in the city who said a pair of ruby earrings had been stolen. It had not taken the blonde detective long to trace the stolen earrings to Maria, the Mexican maid. Nancy's client, Mrs. Snobbush had promptly fired the girl and then called immigration to have Maria and her family deported as the maid was only there with a green card. It was only then when talking to Maria that Nancy had learned the girl was or had been expected to work seven days a week with no overtime and a salary that was barely enough to pay her rent on an apartment that made Nancy's look like a mansion. The maid had largely survived on sneaking home leftovers from her rich employers which was another horrible crime in the eyes of Mrs. Snobbush. Maria had only stolen the earrings when she was desperate to pay for the medicine her four year old son needed. The male immigration official who had come to take Maria and her son away had not been sympathetic. Or at least he hadn't been until Nancy had taken him into a spare bedroom and given him a blowjob. The man had then agreed to "lose" the paperwork and Maria was allowed to stay. Not that it helped Maria much since she was still without a job and when Nancy had left her with a hundred of the two fifty she had earned from the other job, the girl had been talking about turning to prostitution to pay her rent. The whole thing had left a bitter taste in Nancy's mouth and not just from the cum the immigration officer had deposited. Mrs. Snobbush said her accountant would mail her a cheque and he better damn well do that thought Nancy or she might be tempted to put her new knowledge of security at the Snobbush house to use and claim her fee that way. Now traffic had ground to a total halt and displace from her reverie by that, Nancy peered ahead to try and determine the cause.. After seeing nothing and waiting ten minutes without moving, Nancy got out of her Honda Civic and started walkingtowards what sounded like a crowd of people. The detective finally saw the cause of the traffic jam and sighed. An alien spaceship had landed smack dab in the middle of the park next to city hall. A large tentacled creature had emerged and had apparently attacked Omega Woman when the super heroine came to investigate. Nancy could now see the large breasted blonde super hero as she was suspended in mid air, stripped naked and being fucked in all her orifices by an assortment of slimy tentacles. Omega Woman's huge round jugs were bouncingaround wildly as the creature fucked her and the crowd looked on and snapped pictures with their phones. There was a cordon of police and even a couple of tanks from the National Guard, but the uniforms were not doing anything more than the non uniformed citizens unless it was enjoying the sight of the super heroine being raped even more. Even as Nancy watched, the tentacle in Omega Woman's mouth pulled out and shot a huge load of white goo over the face and boobs of the blonde hero. Nancy was not sure what she could do about this debacle. Omega Woman was one of the more powerful of the Delta City heroines and if she was helpless against this creature, Nancy was not sure she could do anything with her barely more than normal abilities. As she scanned the crowd while trying to think, Nancy noticed Professor Werdler. The scientist was not watching the rape, but instead was busy studying some device he held in his hands. Nancy had met the scientist and was of two minds about him. On the plus side, he was clearly brilliant and one of the few men in the city who actively supported and aided the heroines. On the downside, he was clearly affected by the experimentation going on regarding the city. The man was obsessed with sexual research as it concerned the super heroines and the various monsters, mutants and so forth that threatened the busty defenders. When Nancy had gone on a tour of his lab as part of a fund raising initiative by the scientist, she had been shocked to see largecolour, high definition pinups of the various super heroines on his lab walls. All the heroines had been quite naked and the professor had just absentmindedly referred to them as pictures he used in his research. Nancy had noticed some suspicious white blotches on the pictures and suspected the good professor used them more for masturbation purposes than research and had no idea as to how inappropriate that was. The man was in short, a brilliant, absentminded pervert in Nancy's opinion. Still, with no better idea of what to do, the private detective wandered over to Dr. Werdler to see what he was doing. "Hello Professor Werdler, what are you looking at?" asked Nancy as she sidled up to him and tried to peer at whatever he had in his hands which thankfully was not his dick as was the case with more than a few men in the crowd. The professor looked up at Nancy and blinked. "Oh hello young woman, I think you were on one of my lab tours? I think I remember you staring at my research photos for quite a long time." Nancy coughed and blushed a bit. Perhaps she had spent a little too much time looking at all those naked super heroine pictures. She had been amazed that Azure Angel didn't just tip over from all the weight in her huge boobs. "Um, yes I was on one of the tours. My name is Nancy and I was wondering what you were studying while everyone else is watching the um action?" and the blonde waved a hand at the very visible sight of Omega Woman's predicament. Professor Werdler blinked again and looked up at the sight of Omega Woman's huge jugs wobbling around in the air as alien monster cum dripped from them and coated her face and hair. "Oh my, that should not be happening," he muttered. "The creature is large and powerful, but Omega Woman should still be able to handle it. I think the creature is cheating." Werdler showed Nancy a small device with a screen. "I am detecting a energy transfer beam emenating from the ship to the creature. It makes the thing about twenty times stronger than normal and against that kind of power, Omega Woman doesn't have a prayer." "And if the power beam was turned off?" asked Nancy reflectively. "Then I think Omega Woman would have no problem kickingthat alien butt," asserted Werdler confidently. Nancy looked around again and sighed. There was no sign of the police or National Guard doing anything useful and there was no sign of any other of the super heroines either. the latter was probably just as well as they were more likely to just rush in and join Omega Woman in getting tentacle raped for the enjoyment of the crowd. With every eye so intent on the ravaging of Omega Woman, Nancy had no difficulty slipping past the police cordon and to cautiously make her way up the open gang plank of the alien ship. There was a roar from the crowd just as she disappeared inside and glancing back the detective saw that one of the tentacles had cum in Omega Woman's pussy and clearly this had trigger a massive orgasm from the heroine. The inside of the ship was quite simple with one huge room that acted as control room and living quarters for the creature. Oddly enough, Nancy had a feeling of deja vu as she looked around at the various blinking panels. That was navigation over there, weapons next to it then communications and this one here would be engineering. There was a screen showing a pulsing bar graph that looked an awful lot like what Nancy had seen on Werdler's little hand held device. Below the screen were green and red buttons. Nancy reached out and pressed the red button. This all seemed to be part of some horrible low budget Sci-Fi movie she thought as the energy reading of the graph dropped to zero. For a moment, Nancy didn't notice anything happen, but then she heard another roar from the crowd which was oddly drowned out by a roar from a single voice. The voice belonged to Omega Woman, Nancy discovered when she peered out the hatchway. The super heroine had ripped the tentacle that had been fucking her mouth out from between her lips. In fact, she had so energetically done so as to rip it right off the thing and was now using it to beat the creature with it. Nancy quickly hurried down the ramp and slipped into the crowd as the wounded alien creature tried to retreat to its ship, but the detective didn't have to worry she discovered as Omega Woman was now poundingthe creature into jelly with her fists and feet. Aftr the thing was in no condition to ever move again, Nancy watched Omega Woman shove the remains into the spaceship, slam the door and then pick up the entire ship and toss it back into space. Nancy saw an angry looking General remonstrating with Omega Woman, appparently unhappy with losing access to all that nifty alien technology, but in Nancy's opinion, Omega Woman had done exactly the right thing. The last thing Delta City needed was yet more freakish technology running around loose. As Omega Woman flew away, the naked heroine got a ragged cheer from the fickle crowd of onlookers. Back in her car, the traffic began to move slowly again and Nancy continued on her way to her office without further mishap. * * * Nancy found a bit of a rarity waiting for her at her office, a client. Such rare beings didn't often make it down to this part of town, especially not one who looked as well off as this one did. He was a well dressed, silver haired compact looking man with soft blue eyes. He reminded Nancy of someone she had seen in a TV show, but she struggled to remember the actor's name. The show name also eluded her for a moment, until the man spoke in a clipped British accent and she recalled the show name was The Equalizer. 'Are you Ms. Peye?" he asked and glanced pointedly at her outer office door where her name and hours of businesss were listed which also indicated she was half an hour late. "Yes," she acknowledged her name. Sorry for being late, but there was an alien spaceship holding up traffic in midtown." "Oh yes, I heard something about that on the news," replied her potential client. It was a tribute to the true weirdnesss of Delta City that an excuse involving an alien space ship was taken as an everyday occurance and not as a earth shattering news story. Maybe the only other place that Nancy knew that would be so blase about such weird things would be Sunnydale, and maybe Cleveland. "Well, please come on in," said Nancy as she unlocked the outer door and flipped on the light as she led the way to her inner office. The detective gestured towards a guest chair as she took off her trenchcoat and hung it on a hook behind the door. "Mr. ...?" her voice trailed off. "Hood," said the man, taking a seat. "Robert Hood. I am the owner of Hood Construction. Perhaps you might have heard of my company?" Nancy tried not to look impressed as she sat behind her desk. Hood Construction was one of the biggest firms in the city and she even knew a bit about its owner, Robert Hood. The word on the street said he was actually relatively honest. Oh, Hood Construction probably paid kickbacks to get the contracts it won, but you didn't get any businesss in Delta City without bribes. But the word was that anything Hood Construction built was up to standard with no kickbacks to building inspectors to look the other way, and the firm's employees were reasonably well paid and looked after with benefits. "So, what can I do for you Mr. Hood?" asked Nancy settling back in her chair and grimacing when it gave a squeak despite her having spent half a can of WD40 on it yesterday. Robert Hood hesitated a moment as if thinking of what he wanted to say. "I would like you to come to my house and investigate some odd things that have been happening there lately." "What kind of odd things? asked Nancy raising an eyebrow. Again Hood hesitated then he seemed to square his shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "People in my house have been acting very odd, more um lewdly to be blunt." "How so?" asked Nancy, her heart starting to race a bit faster. Anything lewd or sexual was going to set off alarms for her after meeting Danielle and the deal they had come to. The detective suddenly wondered if Hood was one of the clients that the woman had promised to send her. If so, would even Hood know this? Perhaps the lewd events he was talking about had been manufactured so he would come see her? Though for the life of her, Nancy could not see how this might benefit Danielle or the people she claimed to represent. "The way people dress, the things they say, the jokes they make, some of the things they do. All of a sudden, these things started to happen and for no reason that I can see. I need someone with fresh eyes from the outside to investigate." "What you said, doesn't sound like criminal activity per se," mused Nancy, "so I can see why you might not go to the Police and even then they tend to be the last people you want investigating anything. Why me though? I am a small, one woman firm. There are much larger and better resourced Private Detective firms in Delta City." "I asked around," said Hood. "If I wanted to have someone investigate this problem and then turn around and blackmail me, I would hire one of those larger firms. You, on the other hand, have in one short year acquired a reputation as honest, capable and discreet. I have to admit that I tried to look into what or who you were before this past year and came up empty. Even yourbackground check for your PI license is pretty much blank." Nancy tried not to blush as she remembered the blow job she had given the city clerk to obtain that background check. "Well, you have me intrigued about the nature of your problem," said Nancy pointedly ignoring the man's attempt to ask about her past. That was an issue she didn't discusss with anyone. "Can you give me a rundown of the people in your household?" Hood nodded as the man was too well behaved to continue any inquiry into her past that she clearly didn't want. He was a bit uneasy about this, but he knew this woman was his best option. "First off there is Marion the maid," he started counting them off on his fingers, but stopped when he saw Nancy smile. "Did I say something funny?" he asked in a slightly aggrieved tone. "Well yur name is Robert Hood and you have a maid named Marion," said Nancy and when her client still looked baffled, she suppressed her smile and waved for him to go on. Hood continued to enumerate the people who made up his household. "There is John Little my chauffeur, Ellen O'Dell the cook and Jenny Tuck my secretary." He paused as he saw Nancy smiling again. "I fail to see what is so funny," he said in a stiff tone. "I'm sorry," apologized Nancy. "Just write it off to a quirky sense of humour on my part. Anyone else?" "Those are all the staff," replied Hood who was beginning to have a few doubts about the wisdom of hiring this woman. "There are also my two eighteen year old twin daughters, sherry and Iphagia." "Identical twins?" asked Nancy. "Iphagia seems like a bit of an unusual name. Was she named after someone in your family?" "No, we just liked the name," replied Hood. "We do call her Iffy for short. It stems partly from when she was a bit younger and always seemed to start her sentences with 'If I ..." Nancy had to bite her lip not to laugh and drive this client away thinking she was insane. On the business card, Robert Hood had given her was his addresss of 102 Nottingham Road which made his daughters Sherry and Iffy from Nottingham. Oh god, she was sure she could smell some kind of manipulation in this whole situation. It simply could not be coincidence. Hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and put it on the desk. "Here is 500 in cash. It is yours whether or not you solve the problem. I will pay another 500 if you can resolve it. As you might guess, I don't want a paper trail showing I consulted a private eye in case anyone getscurious as to why I did so." Nancy nodded and they shook hands as Hood stood up. The private eye agreed to come out to his house that afternoon to start her investigation and the man turned and left. Nancy heard him go down the stairs and that was one more odd thing. The elevator still didn't work, even though Danielle had clearly used it. In fact, the elevator doors still look like they were rusted shut and would require a crowbar to open them. * * * That afternoon at one o'clock, Nancy turned her Civic into the gates of 102 Nottingham. The Hood Estates, and that was what these were, were located on the outskirts of the good side of town, as far from Sugartown and the polluted river and harbor as you could be. The Hood Estates were pretty much the stereotype of a posh estate in a badly written book. Large wrought iron gates opened onto a sparkling white gravel drive that wound through several acres of trees and came out on a lush green lawn in front of a huge three story mansion with white marble columns and a flight of steps leading up to a massive oak door. Nancy had only caught glimpses of the rest of the estate as she drove along the driveway of tennis courts, stables and a swimming pool that could easily hold an Olympic event or three. Hood had told her the grounds were maintained by an external landscaping company and did not appear part of the current problem, so Nancy was leaving them out of her investigation for now. She had also done some more research on Hood after he left as she had noticed he neglected to mention anything about a wife other than indirectly when talking about his daughters. Nancy had learned that Hood's wife had died when the twins were young.. Nancy felt her battered Honda looked sadly out of place as she parked on the cement pad in front and walked up thelong flight of stairs to the front door and rang the bell. A short while later, the door was answered by a rather busty dark haired girl in a maids outfit. Busty was not the first adjective Nancy normally reached for when describing someone, but in this case, she couldn't help herself. The outfit was only a maid's outfit, if you generously extended the definition to include the kind of "sexy maid" costume sold at Halloween. What little of it there was was black with a frilly white apron. The thing plunged so low that the girl's nipples were peeking out and it only covered her pussy if the girl stood absolutely still. Nancy tore her eyes away from the bountifal cleavage with an effort and smiled. "Hello, my name is Nancy. Mr. Hood is expecting me." "Oh yes," exclaimed the girl. after taking and hanging up Nancy's trenchcoat "Walk this way please." "Only if I want to dislocate a hip," muttered Nancy as she followed the swaying ass of the maid. "I take it you are Marion?" asked Nancy as they walked down a corridor. "And does Mr. Hood make you wear that outfit?" she added, as she was beginning to wonder if her good opinion of the man had been premature. "Yes, I am Marion," admitted the maid. "Oh and no I redesigned my uniform a week ago. I thought the old one was just so stuffy you know." Nancy was somewhat relieved to hear that and decided she had just encountered some of the lewd behaviour Hood had hinted at. The girl stopped at a closed door, but opened it without knocking and Nancy followed her into a large office. "Mr. Hood, Nancy is here to see you," gushed the maid quite needlessly as the man behind the desk could hardly help but see the detective. "Thank you Marion," said Hood who didn't rise to greet Nancy which seemed a bit out of character for the man thought Nancy, but she just crosse to one of the guest chairs in front of the desk and sat while Marion left and closed the door. Nancy had only just sat down when she began to realize something was very off with Hood. The man sat rigid in his chair with a slight smile on his lips that seemed so out of place with his character. "Is there something wrong?" asked Nancy with concern. Maybe the man was having a stroke or something. And then she heard it. There was a weird sound coming from under the desk. Nancy glanced down, but theprivacy panel blocked her view entirely. No, not a weird sound, she corrected herself and a moment later, a soft moan from Hood confirmed her surmise. Annoyed, Nancy got up and before Hood could say anything, she crossed behind the desk and looked down to see a naked woman under the desk sucking on Hood's cock. "If I came at a bad time, I can come back later," said the detective sarcastically. Sweat was beading on Hood's forehead and his voice was shaky when he spoke finally. "I...I am so sorry. This is Ms. Tuck, my secretary and I am afraid this is the kind of behaviour that so worried me I had to come see you today." While the man was speaking, Ms. Tuck kept on bobbing her mouth up and down on what looked like a respectable eight inch cock without any apparent concern for the new arrival. Ms. Tuck was a small asian woman, probably Japanese thought Nancy, but she seemed to have a decent DD boob cup size as seemed to be almost a requirement for living in Delta City. "I really could or should come back later...when...when you are done," said Nancy weakly tearing her eyes away from the bobbing head and the slurping sound that had first alerted her to what was going on. "Oh don't do that," gasped Jenny as she paused in her deep throating to look up at Nancy withgreat long strands of saliva running from her lips to the head of Hood's cock. "We are just about done, come take a closer look." It was said and done so quickly that Nancy was caught off guard when the woman grabbed the belt of her skirt, pulled and toppled her to her knees beside the secretary who gave the cock several long strokes of her hand and suddenly a stream of cum blasted out of it and struck Nancy full on the face as Jenny playfully aimed the spurting organ at the blonde beside her. The first load was followed by several more equally large wads and most of them hit Nancy in the chest and soaked her white blouse and dripped down onto her skirt. Nancy finally managed to stand up and stumble back as the cock gave one more spurt which Jenny caught quite expertly with her mouth. Nancy fumbled her way back to the guest chair and sat down with a sense of shock about what had just happened. In front of her, Hood seemed to get himself together and the detective heard him fumble with his pants and there was the sound of a zipper being pulled up. A moment later, Jenny popped out from under the desk, quite naked still and very unconcerned about everything. "I...I take it this is some of the lewd behaviour you spoke of this morning?" asked Nancy finally as she sat there still too stunned to do anything about the cum that was dripping off her chin. "I am afraid so," said Hood who was having problems meeting Nancy's stunned gaze. "It um became physical for the first time with Jenny, Ms. Tuck yesterday which was what prompted me to seek your help. Before that it had merely been comments of a sexual nature, style of dress and so forth. I, I do not normally behave in such an unacceptble manner and neither does Ms. Tuck." Nancy turned to look at the naked secretary. "I must admit from your name that I had not expected you to be Japanese?" asked Nancy. "Adopted," smiled Jenny. "Having a nice normal name is a real advantage when applying for jobs. A lot of people screen out any foreign names without even giving an interview." "And um, can you explain your recent behaviour?" asked Nancy. "Nope," said the petite woman. "I just discovered that I liked sucking cock is all I really really like it when I feel it shoot all that warm sticky goo into my mouth or on my face." Jenny giggled and pointed at Nancy's face "you look really hot with that cum dripping down your face like that." Nancy blinked and then blushed as she reached into her purse for some kleenex and began to wipe the jizz from her face. Looking down, she saw her white blouse and denim skirt were quite soaked in spunk. "Well, I will go writethose letters Mr. Hood," said Jenny heading for the office door. "I will come back for more dictation later." "She didn't really say that did she?" asked Nancy as the door closed behind the Japanese woman. "I am afraid so," said Hood who seemed to be regaining some of his earlier composure. "Bad puns and jokes seem to accompany the deviant sexual behaviour." "I, I had better talk to the rest of the people in the house," said Nancy finally, "but.." and she looked down at her soaked clothes. Hood noticed her object of discomfort and pressed a button on his desk. A moment later, Marion bustled in the door. "Marion, please take Nancy and help her get cleand up and er perhaps find her some other clothes to wear while those are washed." Marion nodded and turned to Nancy beaming. "Come with me honey and I will take care of you." With that, the maid flourished the duster in her hand and escorted the still slightly flustered detective from the office. * * * Marion led Nancy through the house and downstairs to the basement where the laundry room was. "Ok, honey take off those clothes and we will get all of that juicy cum out of them in a jiffy." The maid picked up a bottle of liquid laundry detergent. "I picked up this new stuff from Adder Chemicals this week It is really good at getting cum stains out. Trust me, I have used it a lot this week." Nancy was feeling a little flustered and the lustful gaze the maid turned on her as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse didn't help matters any. Nancy unbelted her skirt and stepped out of it and handed the garments to the waiting Marion. "Nice ass," said Marion who suddenly reached out to run her hand over Nancy's bottom. "Take these off too and we will give them a wash too. I bet you got all wet when he came on you." Nancy looked down and was a little embarrassed to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. Reluctantly, she tugged them down and handed them to the girl as well. "We might as well wash the bra too and make a clean breast of it," giggled Marion and at this point Nancy figured she had little dignity to lose and unhooked the bra and let her EE boobs tumble out. Nancy was just about to ask Marion for something to wear when the girl gave her a push in the back which sent Nancy sprawling forward to find herself half sprawled on the washer, bracing herself on her arms. "What the..." began Nancy as she glanced behind her at Marion who was unscrewing the handle of her duster. The maid held it up and rather than a plain wood or plastic handle, Nancy saw the thing was a very realistic looking dildo. "I got it from a speciality store on the Internet when I modified the uniform," said Marion brightly. "A girl has to keep her favourite toys close at hand. You never know when you will get a chance to use them." And then with no more warning than that, Marion shoved the dildo into Nancy's pussy and began to fuck her with it. * * * Nancy had only vague recollections of multiple orgasms when she came back to her senses an hour or so later by her watch. She was still naked and leaning on the washer, but the washer was now running with what she presumed to be her clothes in it. Of the now quite mad maid Marion, or so Nancy thought she was, there was no sign. Nor was there any sign of anything the detective could wear. Nancy looked at the digital timer on the washer. It would be nearly another hour before her clothes were done and then they would require drying. Seeing no other alternative, the naked blonde made her way up the stairs to the main floor and tried to decide what to do. Not being familiar with the layout of the house, Nancy pushed open a door and found herself in the kitchen. A 30 something, red haired woman was there, busy preparing food for supper. This must be Ellen O'Dell thought Nancy as she crossed her arms over her exposed breasts and thought about retreating out the way she had come. The detective was not normally so flustered by sex and nudity, but she had felt increasingly odd ever since she had entered the house as if what had already affected the others was now working on her as well. Before Nancy could retreat, however, Ms. O'Dell noticed her and smiled broadly. "Oh hello dear, you must be the detective Mr. Hood told us about. Come to determine what is causing all our nasty behaviour?" and she gave an exaggerated wink. "Marion said you had a little clothing malfunction and your stuff was washing up. She said you would likely be along in a while sinceshe had taken good care of you. Now just sit down and we can talk while I get supper ready." It all came out of the woman in a rush and Nancy stood there dumbfounded for a moment and finally sat down in a chair beside the large kitchen table. "I, I should really find some clothes," stammered Nancy looking around the kitchen. It was as modern as you could want with large stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and oodles of kitchen gadgets that the detective had no clue what they did. "Oh don't worry about clothes," smiled Ellen and picked up a long English cucumber. The thing was a good eighteen inches long and the cook handed it to a startled Nancy. "We are going to have cucumber salad for an appetizer tonight, so shove one end in your pussy dear. I want to give the salad a little extra zing and from the looks of things Marion left you in a state to help with that." Nancy looked down at her pussy which was indeed still very wet from the session with Marion. Then she looked at the cucumber with a look of disbelief written on her face. "You must be kidding?" she finally managed in an incredulous tone. "Oh don't be a prude dear and help me out will you?" asked the cook as she just stood there watching the blonde. Afterwards, Nancy could not explain how or why it happened, but she took the long green vegetable and with one hand spread her pussy lips open and began to insert the thing into herself. She managed to get about six inches of the thick thing into her cunt and was staring down in amazement at the sight when she heard the rustle of clothes and looked up to see Ellen stripping off her white cook's outfit. Before Nancy could do or say anything, the now naked red haired cook came up to Nancy and stuffed the other end of the cucumber into her own snatch. The cucumber had suddenly become a two headed dildo and Nancy had flashbacks of seeingGreen Spectre and Spectre Girl so joined just a few days ago. Ellen grabbed Nancy shoulders and pulled the two of them closer together until half of the cucumber was in each of their pussies and the two women were tit to tit. The cook leaned in and kissed Nancy hard on the lips and began to rock her body back and forth, moving the impromptu dildo back and forth inside them both which elicited moans of pleasure from them both. It was at that moment, that the kitchen door opened and a tall blak man in a chauffeur's uniform strode into the kitchen. The man stopped and took in the sight of the two naked women kissing and rocking back and forth on the cucumbber. "Well, isn't this a vision of beauty," he said with a smile and to Nancy's surprise, he extended his hand to shake hers. "John Little at your service maam" he declared softly. "Umm, pleased to meet yu Mr. Little," gasped Nancy as the cucumber dildo prompted another moan from her lips as it rubbed the inside of her pussy. "I am afraid I am the stereotypical blak chauffeur," said John as he watched the woman for a little while. "But don't worry, my brother is a rich investment banker and my sister is a law professor at Harvard." As he spoke, Nancy saw he was removing his uniform too and soon he was naked and stroking his cock with one hand. "But this job has its perks and right now you appear to be one of them. Now open up your mouth like a good little white ho and suck on this big black dick." Nancy found herself staring down at the rapidly hardening ten inch cock and opened her mouth obediently. John stepped forward and grabbing the back of the blonde's head shoved the entire length down her throat and began to face fuck her with vigour. The next hour or two was rather hazy for Nancy. She lost track of how many orgasms that Ellen and the cucumber worked out of her while John Little rammed his cock in and out of her gasping mouth. After he pumped his first load into her stomach, she vaguely remembered being lifted up and leaned against the table while he slid his cock into her very well lubricated pussy and began to fuck her. Then there had been a red haired pussy in front of her face that she found herself licking. After Ellen had splashed a load of her girl juices over Nancy's face and John had delivered a second load of cum in her pussy, the detective had thought it was over. But then, she felt John pulling her ass cheeks apart and then he pulled her back to sit on his lap in a chair as his thick black rod impaled her white ass. While she was being ass fucked, Ellen had sucked and licked on Nancy's boobs until this brought out several more climaxes from the blonde. It was only sometime later that Nancy came back to herself. She was still naked with cum dripping from her ass and pussy, but John and Ellen were both dressed again and the cook was back to making supper as if nothing had happened. John gave Nancy a smile and a tip of his chauffeur's cap as he went out the doorwhistling and saying he needed to shine up the limo. "You will want to talk to the twins next," advised Ellen as she glanced over her shoulder at a dazed Nancy. "They should be up in their bedroom Second floor, at the far end on yourleft." Nancy mumbled a thanks and stumbled out the kitchen door. She had one of those weird thoughts that happen at times like this as she hoped Ellen had washed her hands well before going back to preparing supper. * * * Still naked and dripping cum, Nancy stumbled up the stairs and down the hall. Somewhere inside her brain, she knew she should really find some clothes and get cleaned up, but her foggy brain rejected this as pointless. As the detective neared the twin's door, she could hear the sounds of moaning from inside. The blonde hesitated and then gently knocked on the door. There was a brief pause in the noises from inside and a girl's voice called out "come on in, it's not locked." Nancy turned the knob and stepped inside. What she saw jolted some of the foggyness from her brain as there on the bed were the identical twins Sherry an Iffy, naked and in a 69 position. Both girls looked over at Nancy, their faces glisteningwith the honey of their sister. "You must be Nancy the detective,"said the one on top. "I am Sherry and this bitch is Iffy." Iffy waved a hand from under her sister and Nancy heard a muffled "Hello" from somewhere under Sherry's pussy. Nancy seemed to feel like she was sleepwalkingas she moved towards the bed. The two sisters extricated themselfs from their lesbian, incestuous pussy licking to each grab one of Nancy's arms and pull the naked blonde onto the bed to join them in their lovemaking. There were several minutes of groping and fondling as the three women became intimately acquainted with each others body. Nancy found herself kissing Sherry and then Iffy and then watchingas the two twins kissed and made out with each other. The eighteen year old blondes had nice D cup breasts with large full erect nipples that they ground into each other. "I know just the thing we need," said Iffy breathlessly as she broke the kiss with her sister and opened the dresser drawer by the bed. The teen pulled out a pair of identical purple strap-on dildos and handed one to her sister. "Have you ever been double penetrated by identical twins Nancy?" she asked with a giggle. Nancy decided the question was rhetorical and so didn't answer. * * * When Nancy finally stumbled from the room, the twins were both asleep, curled up in each other's arms on the bed. Nancy paused at the top of the stairs and desperately tried to focus her thoughts. From the moment she had entered this house, something had been working on her sexual drive. It had been one event after another with no time to think or get her composureback, so now she forced herself to try and think rationally with her brain and not her pussy. There had to be a reason for all this heightened sexual drive. There had to be something or someone causing this, but how was she supposed to find out what it was? The detective almost laughed with relief when she realized how she could do it. She could use the thing's power itself to help track it. Her exposure to whatever it was had greatly heightened her sensity to sexual feelings. If she could find out where she felt the most horny, she could track the thing down. It took her a few moments to prepare herself for the ordeal, but then she began to walk through the house, still naked but now not caring about it or if anyone saw her. Cold, she knew she was getting further away when she went up to the third floor. Warmer as she went back to the main level. Colder by the front door. Still cold in the dining room . The blonde stopped outside the office door. Warmer. Much warmer. Nancy opened the office door and a startled Mr. Hood looked up when he saw the naked woman enter. Nancy moved towards the desk. Colder. She turned around and went over to a set of shelves that held a few books and some knick knacks. "Is there anything new on here?" she asked Hood over her shoulder. With a visible effort, the man tore his gaze away from the detective's very attractive ass. "Er that little statue on the left. It came as a gift in the mail about ten days ago." "And that was about when your problems started I bet," said Nancy staring at the statue. It was black, about eight inches tall and consisted of a leering wide eyed head on a round unfinished body. Nancy reached for the thing. Hot. Fucking hot. She picked it up and then screamed as an orgasm tore through her body. Then another one. And another one. And another one. Nancy fell to the rug in a heap, juicesdribblingdown her legs from her pussy and thankfully the statue slipped from her grip to land on the rug beside her. Hood reached her with a look of concern on his face and then reached for the statue to put it back. "NO!" screamed Nancy. "Whatever yu do, don't touch it." Hood hesitated in his reach, glanced at the trembling naked woman and nodded, pulling his hand back. It took ten minutes before Nancy couldfind the energy to move and think. "Get me some tongs from the kitchen," she told Hood who nodded at Ellen O'Dell who like the rest of the household had rushed to the office when they heard Nancy screaming. Nancy gingerly picked up the statue in the tongs and was relieved to only feel a slight trembling tingle in her pussy that she couldsuppress with an effort of willpower. "I need something to pack this thing in," she muttered. "What is the sweetest, most innocent thing you have in the house?" In the end, they found a box and packed it with children's books, toys and VHS tapes of Seseme Street. Nancy lugged the box out to her car and put it in the trunk, glad her clothes were clean and dried and back on her body though she still badly wanted and needed a shower to wash off all the cum and juices from her body. "You can bring the rest of the money to the office tomorrow," she told Mr. Hood as she got in the car. "What will you do with the thing?" asked Hood as he leaned in the driver's window. "That thing is incredibly dangerous." Both Hood and everyone else in the house seemed to be looking very sheepish. Marion had found her normal uniform and everyone was acting quite proper again. "I think I know where to put it, or rather who to return it to," said Nancy as she started the car and prepared to drive away. A final thought struck her as she started to pull away and she opened her window. "Whatever you do, don't eat the cucumber salad." * * * Nancy was not surprised in the least when she found Danielle waiting for her back at the office. Nancy handed her the box. "I assume this thing belongs to you?" she asked as she moved to sit down in her chair which squeaked under her. "Why yes it does," smiled the dark haired woman as she opened the box and moved the strange packing around to see the statue. Why did you send it to them?" asked Nancy. In her questioning of Hood after packaging up the statue, the detective learned it had come in the mail ten days before with no return address. Hood had friends who travelled around the world and often sent him little knick knacks and souveneers of their travels. He had just assumed the statue came from one of them and they would tell him about it when they got home and came to visit. "I didn't," said Danielle. "It was another...someone else who sent it. They thought it would be funny to see it in action and how it would corrupt them. Mr. Hood is one of the more moral of the people in this city." "If you knew it was there, why didn't you just retrieve it yourself? Why send Hood to me and have me do it? I assume it was you who directed him to me in the first place?" "Of course. I arranged to bump into him in a play during the intermission. I happened to mention that I knew a really wonderful private eye if he ever needed one in his businesss dealings. I was so good drumming up businesss for you dear. I really should get a commission on what he pays you." "Dream on," growled Nancy. "But why me?" "Well, you felt the full impact of the statue when you touched it?" Nancy nodded her head in rememberedagreement. she could not remember ever havingsuch an intense string of orgasms. She wondered if those were the type that turned the super heroines into tamed bimbos. "You have a high immunity to sexual influenes," said Danielle. "It is not total, but your threshold is much higher than anyone else I have encountered. If anyone else had touched the statue, they would have died from the orgasms." Nancy gaped at the woman. "How did you know I wouldn't?" Danielle shrugged. "I didn't. I just thought it possible that you might survive, and I was right." Nancy glared at the woman for a moment then shrugged. What was done was done and she was stil alive. "Wait a second though. Why didn't Hood end up dead when he unpacked the statue and put it on the shelf in his office?" "The statue gets energy from light," replied Danielle. "After being packaged in the dark box for several days, it took several days to recharge when removed. That was why it took a few days before it started to affect them and so no one associated it with what was happening." "And what will you do with it now?" asked Nancy as the woman picked up the box and headed for the office door. "I will store it away until it is needed again," smiled the woman. "It was quite ingenious of you to find a way to reduce its power with this packing, but the power of the statue is quite strong. Oh my, yu should see what Bert and Ernie are doing on those videos now." With that, the woman was gone and a moment later Nancy heard the broken elevator start up. The End