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THE BLACK GOAT
Sarah Krotch, the famous/infamous archeologist more widely
known as The Relic Raider to the general public or The Relic
Rapist to the formal academic world, stood with arms crossed
under her gigantic double KK-cups leaning her slim body back
on one foot as she alternated her view between the recently
rejuvenated teen body Hexana and Salem Dare who were bustling
about a teen cat-girl and the young pro-linebacker built man
who was equally entranced with both the pair of sorceresses
and the cat-girl and the young relic raider.
The two witches were busy fitting a bell collar on the teen
cat-girl who seemed to go by the fitting name of Teen Pussy.
The magical collar was supposed to help the young teen super
heroine to keep control over her own cat persona. The
tinkling bell, so as not to give the cat-girl entirely away
during her stealthy encounters against crime, was designed so
one could not hear where exactly its muted wind-chime sounds
emulated from. They seemed to come from everywhere and
nowhere and neither approached nor receded as long as the
young teen was in the area.
Fore reasons either obscure or obviously perverted, the two
spell-casters had insisted the cat-girl, Teen Pussy, strip
naked out of her super heroine costume for the fitting of the
magical bell and collar, and the two rather lusty witches
were fingering and foundling almost every part of the young
girls body with wild abandon.
The helpless young girl was so far gone in her own unbridled
lusts that she could only ask the occasional, 'are you sure
this is necessary' between eye roll groans and gasps. As well
as the oft slurred, 'meoweskies' as a finger or now tongue
found a tender inflamed sensitive spot on her young wiggling
body.
After a few wet sticky minutes of watching the entwined
threesome, Sarah turned her attention more fully to the six
one muscular man who grinned at her and raised an eyebrow
before launching into his spiel.
"Hi, I am Dan Straight. Glad to meet you Ms. Krotch. I have
admired your work for years." He held out a strong firm hand
and flashed his Kelvin Kline perfect teeth smile.
Sarah transferred her hands from her crossed arm pose to
firmly planted on her cheerleader bubble butt hips and gave
him a once over... again.
He was certainly a handsome faced and well built man. Sarah
began to idyllically wonder if his 'Johnson' was up to his
stud appearance. She cleared her throat despite herself and
blamed the two witches who were now busy painting the young
girl's body in saliva with their tongues.
Dan Straight pulled back his unshook hand and ran it through
his blonde locks before continuing. "Yes, to business then.
First thanks for coming all this way to meet us in Hexana's
shop like this on such short notice. We really do appreciate
that. And if it wasn't so important we wouldn't have imposed
on your valuable time."
The 'we' was Dan and three nuns who seemed indifferent or
impervious to the young women grinding and moaning away just
at their elbows and who chanted soft low voiced hymns non
stop directly behind Dan's back.
It was probably the presence of the three nuns which were
keeping Sarah's panties on, soaked as they were, and from
aggressively either joining the threesome also at her elbow
or seeing for certain if Dan was a stud or just eye candy.
She had always found nuns made her uneasy and chalked that up
to her brief stint in an all girls religious school as a
young girl that had been run by some rather questionable
nuns.
The nuns in their habits and the three girls now aggressively
fully going at it was certainly bringing back her mixed
emotions of those distant school days.
Dan mistook Sarah's shifting fidgeting for impatience, rather
than seeing if as the building sexual desire for which it
was, and hurried along in his speech.
"I understand, straight to the facts, well as you know we
first contacted Hexana for help and she immediately suggested
she summon you here instead. Sorry that summons was
unannounced and we got you out of bed."
At this Sarah frowned for she had not been in bed but had
been out shopping when she had been unceremoniously
transported to Hexana's shop. The twenty year old woman
looked down at her attire and frowned again. She was wearing
her usual spaghetti strapped tight tank top, the material so
sheer that you could easily see that she abhorred and never
wore bras. The skin tight top left her slim stomach exposed
and the panties she wore as bottoms were just as revealing as
the top and had her little mink pelt on nice display. She did
notice there was a large wet stain spreading across her
cameltoeing crotch and she blushed a bit at that.
But she had her rolled down woolly socks and ankle hiking
boots on as well as her round lensed sun glasses perched on
her small nose, not to mention her twin holsters and chrome
plated .45's which she was licensed to carry about anywhere,
seriously did the guy think she slept with her sunglasses and
boots on?! The guns yes, but come on!
Dan Straight could feel he was somehow getting off on the
wrong foot with the tall willowy huge jugged young woman, but
he always got off on the wrong foot with people as soon as he
opened his mouth, wether he had just met them or known them
for years, and so he bull rushed ahead as he always did.
Flashing his perfect smile and lifting his dimpled square jaw
chin.
"I worked for several years as a Canadian Mountie Special
Police, and then for a few more years as a field agent for
INTERPOL, before being more or less permanently assigned to
the Vatican."
"I had several unique skill sets that the Palpal State found
useful and I have been working for them for the last three
years."
"What I do is work point lead in my team here for finding and
recovering dangerous spiritual or magical objects. I am an
agnostic which oddly enough is vital for approaching and
recovering these objects. The sisters here take care of the
magic mumbojumbo and I take care of the flesh and blood that
may get in the way of completing our mission."
"The Church has been collecting and containing dangerous
artifacts for centuries. In fact the sisters you see here are
direct descendants of the Vestal Virgin's of Rome which as
well as tending the Sacred Flame were also tasked with
dealing with dangerous relics. So, for over five thousand
years these relics have been sought out and collected and
stored in Rome for the human races protection."
"As you can imagine, that's a lot of bad magic all
concentrated in one place. Items predating history and from
all cultures from all over the world. A recipe for disaster."
"I am told that they can't destroy the stuff because doing so
only releases the evil back out into the world again. They
have spent centuries trying to figure out some way to get rid
of the items but its like spiritual nuclear waste. You can
only store it and pray."
"For a long time, they were very confident that the
concentration of balancing power of good that Vatican City
generates would control and contain the dangerous relics they
had buried in the catacombs beneath it.
But five thousand years of searching the globe for vehement
evil encased or tied to physical objects and then hoarding
them in the cellar, so to speak, was a problem with no
resolve and certain horrible outcomes guarantied. So, unable
to destroy the relics they approached the Russians in the
late eighties, early nighties, and paid them an astronautical
sum to use their rockets to transport capsules filled with
the worse and most dangerous of these items to be deposited
on the dark side of the moon."
"The sun had been discarded as a way to destroy the items;
sending the capsules off in that direction. Due to the
distance and what could happen to the capsules and of course
what could happen to the sun if the items reached it and were
destroyed and thus released."
"Nope. The moon. They loaded up these capsules with some of
the most dangerous evil powers connected to physical forms
and put in some 'reactor rod' blessed items to try and keep
them distilled. And shot them off to the dark side of the
moon where they would hopefully remain safe and dormant in
their prisons."
"There were a few problems. First, the Church needed to keep
the most powerful blessed and charmed items at the Vatican to
help deal with the sure over might of evil they had buried
there. So the concentration of evil in those capsules were
very, very dangerous and unstable. And second, the Russians
should never have been trusted."
"The Russians had been working in physic and occult power for
generations. And here was the Vatican handing them some of
the most powerful occult items that had ever existed and
asking them to deposit them on the moon."
"The Russians said, 'sure', took the money and then faked
launches for the Vatican observers while secretly whisking
the items off to their Ministry of Occult Studies. This went
on for dozens of launches and a decade of time."
"It would have no doubt continued still to this day. Except
that there was an 'incident.' Chernobyl, was where they were
keeping the items up till 1986. Then they moved them into
Chechneay, were constant conflict remains to this day. The
evil of the items bleeds out and does what evil does. But
remains rooted to the items themselves."
"They kept moving the items around. Singularly and enmass to
try and find a way to study them without 'incident'. They
seemed to think that evil or good or the powers of such were
like a spectrum band of energy. Like light and radiation.
The ever increasing number of incidents and deaths and the
similarities of some of the occurrences to the records in the
Vatican Archives resembling attributes of relics already sent
to the dark side of the Moon. Raised suspicions and the
costly procedure of the Russian launches was abandoned in
recent years. Further investigation has revealed what the
Russians have done and of course The Vatican called in its
occult field groups and reset their priorities to recover
these dangerous relics."
"And that is were I fit in." Sarah Krotch smirked at the
handsome man and his trio of whispering nuns. "You want me to
travel to Russia and recover these stolen relics."
"Well, yes and no. You see the Russian's have learned to
weaponize some of the relics. They are using one in the
Ukraine to further their clandestine operations there to gain
back that Black Sea port. The evil bleed effect of the item
being used to cloud men's minds and turn loose their more
dire aspects while also making them highly suggestible."
"So, yes you are right we did come here seeking aid from
Hexana and her occult powers in this mater and she in turn
suggested you would be more apt at retrieving these stolen
relics. But, we do not intend to go to Russia. There are
already a dozen teams who have been sent there."
"When the Palpal State rescinded its contract with the
Russian government for the lunar launches; the Russians began
to sell off some of the 'more difficult' to handle occult
objects to collectors or even museums. Basically whoever
would pay the most money in gold or gems."
"It just so happens that one of the nastier items, The Black
Goat, was sold to one of your citizens here in Delta City."
Hexana raised up her head from between the quivering thighs
of the teen cat-girl and spoke with her lower face glazed in
pussy juice, "the Black Goat is an ancient occult object from
the dim mists of antiquity. It really is a black goat.
Literally. An ageless undying black goat that has tremendous
magical powers. It takes over the mind of the person who
thinks they own it and... well it IS one of the most ancient
and powerful of the primordial fertility gods. Be careful."
"So. Who has purchased this thing?" Sarah adjusted her
sunglasses and pinched her chin as she tried to take all of
this in, "I take it they won't sell as the goat has taken
over their mind and I am beginning to suspect that this is
more in the line of a high security robbery rather than a
simple retrieval of some arcane artifact. Hence, my more
athletic skill set over Hexana's magic being desired.
But who on Earth could possess a security so intimidating
that you would enlist the world's greatest relic raider? Who
has bought this thing?"
"Brenda Wade."
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"Her security system and guards were top notch due to her
many government contracts of Wade Tech, but now that she is
President of the United States. Well," Dan shrugged as he
zipped the mini-van through the busy rush hour traffic of
downtown Delta City's elevated highway bypasses.
Sarah Krotch looked down at her cell phone as the open window
of the passenger side door rushed her hair about her face
despite it being pulled back in her customary pony tail and
filled her ears with a roar of wind and car horns. Behind her
the nuns kept up their constant whispering chants.
Brenda Wade. Of course Dan had not meant that Brenda Wade had
become President of the United States of America a few months
back. No, like a handful of other people around the world,
mostly super heroines, the Pope knew that Brenda Wade and Ms.
Americana were one and the same person. Considering what was
at stake he had no doubt imparted this information to Dan and
his team. It was Ms. Americana who had, to everyone's shock
and surprise, thrown her double GG-cups into the ring in the
eleventh hour and won the Presidency in a landslide.
Now, that Sarah knew that Brenda had come into ownership of
the Black Goat at the same time as this strange political
event had occurred, it now made a lot more sense. Obviously,
the Black Goat wanted access to the White House. And that was
troubling to say the least.
Nothing was more patriotic than Ms. Americana. And after the
recent impeachment and pardon of the previous billionaire
President Ronald Rump and most of his billionaire staff and
billionaire family members, the country seriously needed a
shot of patriotic up-righteousness in its impoverished over
worked underpaid arm.
Brenda Wade could buy and sell Ronald Rump a dozen times a
day, but it was Ms. Americana who held the office and no one
was asking for her tax forms.
Sarah Krotch thumbed her cell phone and the video she had
just keyed up began to play. It was one of the more recent
press conferences President Ms. Americana had held.
Her presidency was a disaster. She had entered office talking
about major changes in labor laws and environmental
protection and women's rights and new mass transits systems
and health care and free education and free electricity and
well, basically everything the billionaires had taken away
now giving it back and then some.
All that had occurred were endless sex scandals. And now that
Sarah knew about the Black Goat being a fertility god that
made a lot more sense too.
Indoor farms producing hydroponic soy beans in face of global
warming and outdoor farm run off increasingly poisoning all
the ground water fell way to allegations of Ms. Americana
having sex with the Russian embassador in the oval office.
Now referred to by the press, who chewed on her all day long
as a junk yard dog does an old bone, as the Ovulating Office.
Mass elevated rail transit disappeared behind questionable
calls to lower the age of sexual consent to fourteen and put
free condom dispensers in every school?!
Again, knowing about the Black Goat pulling the strings of
the Champion of Justice made all that insanity a little more
rational.
Ms. Americana's huge solar and wind power and tide and small
environmental river dams to produce enough electric power to
allow cheap if not free electricity to everyone and thus cut
production and living costs by half, dropped behind a new
scandal of her sexually molesting a group of school children
she was leading on a PR tour of the National Museum of
History.
And it was her responses that had everyone shaking their
heads. When asked repeatedly about the Russian embassador
incident; she flatly stated that she had not had sexual
relations with that man. She had merely blown him. She went
on to say she had "sucked a lot of dick in her time, but that
stud had a bucket list pecker that needed deep throating."
About the children in the museum she said simply that
questions of reproduction had come up and she had always
believed in a hands on approach to greater learning. "Besides
none of those teen boys were complaining. Were they? And I
have received dozens of requests by other students for a
similar tour and lecture."
Every day her highly elevated noble policies and aspirations
where replaced in a constant mire of sexual misconduct that
made the armed forces blush!
And then there was as everyone now called it; 'Nipple-Gate."
The fact that Ms. Americana's super heroine costume which she
insisted she still wear as President of the United States
seemed to becoming increasingly smaller. She was popping her
nipples almost constantly. Even the feminists who tried to
valiantly rally around her, found her constant areola
flashing and pussy lip slips and pubic hair peeks to be
distracting to the noble cause of femdom.
The ever shrinking costumes wardrobe malfunctions of course
spiced up all her press conferences to the point that no
mater how planed a speech she offered the press the resulting
questions were always about the latest sex scandal or her own
bodies lavishness jiggling bounty.
She called a press conference to discuss a new peace treaty
in the Middle East and everyone wanted to know if it was true
she had reverse-gang-banged a bunch of boy scouts invited on
Air Force One?
The video press conference that Sarah watched play on her
cell phone now was the notorious one of a couple of days ago
in which Ms. Americana wanted to repeal the law against
bestiality for women. "It should be a woman's constitutional
right to have sex with anyone and anything that has a decent
sized pecker." She went on to list various animals such as
bulls and dogs and closed with goats. "The horns make for
some great leverage!" Which now had Sarah raising an eyebrow.
Was Brenda sexually active with the Black Goat? Was it a
physical as well as mental hold over her?
Sarah shuddered. She had her own personal experiences with
various animals and mythical creatures banging her love box
against her will and she could only shake her head at poor
Brenda's current state of mind and body.
More recent press conferences on You-tube showed the former
super heroine talking about changing marriage laws so the
female of the partnership could have sex with anyone she
wanted and that such actions in turn would not constitute a
legal ground for divorce.
Another had her suggesting that all males should have their
penises measured while erect and that this information should
be posted on their drivers licence thus making it easier for
women to not end up having accidental sex.
Besides the press conferences and talk show spots there were
innumerable videos posted of President Ms. Americana crotch
grabbing surprised young men at government parties and in
various states of sexual conquest of men and women in various
public places and including nude sun bathing at the
reflecting pool of the Mall.
Outrageous rumors of her putting a foldout wall bed in the
Oval office could no longer be distinguished from possible
fact or utter fiction.
Impeachment was unavoidable and both political parties were
falling over themselves in their rush to implement it. They
were only stymied that the because the Presidency was
elevated in the laws as being a bit above the laws it was
proving difficult on what to try her on? Technically fucking
the shit out of all the willing legal age dicks she could get
her fists on was not a crime. Nor was proposing ideas and
legislation, no matter how unethical to the prudent ideas of
moral integrity, for sexual liberties.
The fact that her power base of young women who out voted
males of all ages 3 to 1 also left the congressmen and
congresswomen a bit uncertain in their quest to, 'oust the
slut!'
Meanwhile the constant thicket of rumors that could be easily
disproved, such as President Ms. Americana renaming Limo One
to Slut One, kept people believing other rumors or even facts
might also be false.
The country was just not quiet willing to abandon their
heroine no matter how bizarre she acted. Even the Playboy
centerfold shoot she did in the Rose Garden or the Rolling
Stone interview where she was photographed at her desk in the
oval office with a brass plaque on her desk that read, 'The
Fuck Starts Here' was not enough to turn the silent majority
of Americans openly against her. They angrily asked their
politicians when they were going to implement all the
positive programs she had espoused in her brief campaign.
They wanted them to stop spouting pointless libel against
their chosen President and get to work already!
That said the writing was on the wall. Impeachment was
grinding into reality and the daily exacerbations of nude or
topless cell phone selfies she posted almost hourly taken
with any passerby was certainly not helping.
The most recent post said that it was rumored that she
required all males to unzip their pants and pull out their
cocks before approaching her presence and to keep stroking
them until she dismissed them. And that she had replaced many
of her military guard and secret service and staff with males
who had almost no experience but wielded hefty peckers.
The men around her had certainly become increasingly young
and handsome over the past few weeks. Gone were most of her
feminist cronies and throngs of environmental activists.
Her recent talk show appearance, which seemed to be replacing
the press conferences more and more, consisted of her ideas
of education reforms but suddenly turned away from her usual
thoughtful plans into a chin dripping rant about new
mandatory male uniforms for teachers and students composed
out of tight see-through recycled plastics?!
Sarah sighed and slipped her cell phone away into the side
pocket of her twin holsters.
"I know this must be difficult for you to do. But removing
and returning the Black Goat to the Vatican Vaults will
remove its influence upon your friend as well. This really is
important as much for her as it is for the safety of the
entire humane race." Dan glanced from the wolf packs of
traffic merging and racing along the downtown throughway and
glanced at Sarah.
Dan whipped the van across lanes of traffic and took the exit
at high speed. Horns honked and fingers were raised but when
drivers saw the nuns in back they dropped their hands and
heads and returned their chagrined faces back to the road
before them.
In less time than it takes to explain it; the mini-van had
left the Wade Tech freeway exit and pulled up into its non
employe parking garage.
"We know that Brenda, that is, Ms. Americana, returned from
Washington D.C. early this morning for a three day stop over
at her old haunts here in Delta City. Whereever she goes you
can bet the Black Goat is not far behind. We know she and the
goat are in one of those buildings. We just don't know which
one or where." Dan turned off the van and leaned forward to
look up out of the front windshield at the complex of
towering high rises of labs and offices that made up Wade
Tech.
"Hmm, a full city block of high rise buildings all
interconnected. Boasting some of the highest security tech in
the world and beefed up with now Presidential security detail
as well. Even these parking garages are covered in cameras
and have security guards patrolling them. Hmmmmm," Sarah
adjusted her round lens sun glasses as she peered around her
in deep thought.
"So, what do you think?" Dan eyed her in a mix of expectation
and worry.
"To be honest I am usually rummaging around in cobweb riddled
stone walled catacombs facing ancient death traps and
searching for hidden passages," Sarah bit her lower pillow
lip.
"So are we," Dan nodded still staring at her young face.
Even the nuns behind her seemed to be chanting in extra quiet
hushed whispers awaiting her verdict. "Sounds like fun,"
Sarah smiled and nodded her head.
The tension in the van seemed to ease a notch and Dan joined
her in her smile and nod.
"Right. The sisters are keeping us 'obscured'. Don't ask me
how it works. There-" Dan pointed at a security guard and dog
team that walked by them in their parking slot without even
giving them a look. "They see us but don't see us. If that
makes any sense. Just don't do anything TOO over the top and
you can just walk by them without them even noting you."
Sarah frowned and then yanked up her tank top and pressed her
huge firm tits against the window. The guard didn't even
blink and just walked past them yawning. "Wow! That IS some
power those girls wield. I have never had my guns ignored
before! Usually anything with a badge insists upon frisking
them!"
"Speaking of guns. Try these," Dan reached behind him where
the nuns passed up a pair of holstered .45's. "They are
specially made by the Vatican weapons smith. Your own guns,
no matter how impressive their normal stopping power, will
have no effect upon the Black Goat. These will."
"These will let me kill it?"
"It's a god... you can't kill a god. Not even an old
fertility one."
"I thought you were an agnostic, Dan?"
"Well, let's just say I am a healthy pragmatic who has seen
way too many things to put my belief in or on anything that
doesn't have my back."
"Amen."
"Here's the plan we had when we thought it would be Hexana
accompany us. First, we use the sisters obscuring powers to
get us into one of the buildings proper. And then, well that
was it. We need to find out where Ms. Americana is staying
because the Black Goat won't be far from her, ever.
Unfortunately since becoming President all layouts and floor
plans and blue prints of this entire block have been
effectively erased from public access. So we don't even have
a clue where to begin looking."
"Hmmm, it's becoming increasingly clearer to me why Hexana
gave me the shoulder tap for this one." Sarah began to change
out her holsters with the new ones and their sliver and ivory
strange design. It soon became obvious that the holsters
would not fit and buckle over her tight shirt so she simply
tossed the shirt away and strapped them on with the straps
running tightly between and around her huge breasts. "Looks
like I am going topless sooner than usual on this dig.
Anyway, as I was saying. Hexana has never been to Wade Tech
but I have been both Brenda Wade's and Ms. Americana's guest
on several occasions when I am in town. Now, we won't find
Ms. Americana in the residential penthouse suites. Those
belong to Brenda Wade and her visiting guests. Brenda keeps a
special privet permanent residence in the basement for Ms.
Americana. Don't let the term basement fool you. It's rather
lavish. There is also a secret express elevator between the
basement lair and the penthouse so Brenda can keep up her
dual identities secret."
"So we need to go down not up?"
"Actually way down. There is a secret entrance/exit to the
sub basement lair that interconnects to both the subway
tunnels and sewers and old mine shafts. It lets Ms. Americana
slip in and out of Wade Tech unobserved and lets her use a
special secret bullet train that can whisk her out to Wade
Manor and its secret Ms. Americana base cave and back."
"Can we get there from here?"
"It would be easier to drive down to the docks about six
blocks from there and enter the main storm drain system at
pump house no. 5. There is almost a direct line of connection
from there to the hidden entrance to the Ms. Americana Wade
Tech sub basement."
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A few hours latter...
"Okay, looks like Ms. Americana is taking no chances. She has
posted a few guards in the storm drains near the secret
entrance." Sarah started to crouch crawl forward as she
finished speaking.
"More than likely the Black Goat isn't taking any chances.
What she knows it knows. But I doubt it would let these
guards in on a secret entrance. It probably just sent them
down here via a near by storm drain and told them to set up a
perimeter against any kind of terrorist planting explosives
under Wade Tech while the President is here." Dan reached out
and put a restraining hand on Sarah's naked shoulder as he
finished speaking and motioned her to stay.
"What gives? You think I can't handle a few thugs?"
"Let the sisters handle them," Dan nodded behind him where
the nuns were quickly tossing off their habits to revel black
and white and gold sexy bikinis which had slits exposing
their nipples and crotchless panties along with their black
nylons and garter belts and high heeled thigh high boots.
Sarah blinked twice completely taken back by the stripping
nuns exposing sexy bedroom ware. "Ahhhhhhhh..."
"Look at their eyes," Dan pointed at the guards shuffling
along in the storm drain in their glass faced gas masks.
"Their eyes are glowing red." Suddenly a water rat ran down
the tunnel and a guard shot out its head on a long rubbery
spongy stalk and nabbed the rat with its gluey forehead. Then
it contracted its impossible neck and head back to its body
and absorbed the rat before returning to its more human
guise.
"Not human," Dan rather obviously stated. "Let the sisters
handle this. It's what five thousand years of training let's
them do."
Dan and Sarah watched the sisters finish their strip and
begin inserting small golden condom looking devices into
their pussy and anuses.
"What is that for?"
"To maintain their virginity. All gods start out as fertility
gods. They evolve or some do into other things but even the
most advanced and powerful god still has its roots in
procreation. They will use the god's lusts that its touch
will have left in those once men now monsters and fuck the
offending spirit out of them. They will literally collect the
evil essence into those special cups along with the sperm.
The men stripped of the evil influence will collapse and
either wake up hours latter without a clue of what happened
or if they are too far gone they will just collapse and never
rise again. Being already dead."
Somewhat a gasped Sarah watched as the still chanting three
sexy busty slim teenage nuns swanked and jiggled up to the
red eyed guards and soon were being raped by them in every
position imaginable.
"Okay, come on. Let's go. Where is that secret entrance?" Dan
grabbed Sarah by the elbow and dragged her past the monster
orgy. "Don't worry about them. They are professionals and
that draining of evil can sometimes last hours. So let's go.
They will just have to catch up to us latter and let's hope
we don't run into anything else where we might need their
help. Not unless you want some of those little golden cups?"
Sarah shook her head and tried to put the sounds of fevered
orgasmic prayer and animalistic howls out of her mind as she
quickly found and activated the secret panel.
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"President Mommy I think you have been behaving a bit strange
of late," Flag Girl was trying to hold a conversation with
Ms. Americana while shooing away a large black goat that kept
sticking its head under her skirt and licking her pert teen
ass cheeks. "And what's up with this smelly old goat?! Why do
we have to keep him in our bed rooms all the time?!"
"Ah, Vice-President Flag Girl, you know breast envy is not a
good thing. Sure my tits are way better than yours. But you
should not dwell on this. You should except your itty bitty
titty humiliation and come lick mommy's pussy." Ms. Americana
gave a big toothy wolf smile.
Flag Girl teared up and started to stomp out of the room but
Ms. Americana called her back, "That's an order from your
President, young lady!"
Shaking with rage and a little fear, Flag Girl got down
meekly on her knees as Ms. Americana yanked her tiny bottoms
aside and then grabbed the back of her ward's head and shoved
her face first into her muff. The goat quickly seized the
opportunity and mounted the helpless teen girl and despite
her helpless squirming was soon inside of her and humping
away madly on the round full teen ass.
"Okay, that's not normal. Even for them," Sarah whispered
into Dan's ear. "So what do these guns do?" She held up both
of the silver and ivory pistols.
"They fire rounds that can not damage living flesh in anyway
but stun magical or ghost or evil entities. You got about
eight rounds in each handgun and then that's it. It takes
about twenty-five years of fasting and prayer to reload those
suckers."
"And what can you do?"
"What I usually do is take care of all the non-magical thugs
and problems and then lend some distraction while the girls
set up their exorcism and confinement blessings. And once
that's underway I keep the thing off of them with this," he
held up a metal gauntlet that he now wore over his left hand.
It was covered in rosary charms and ancient etchings. "Where
as your guns can only hurt the evil non-physical element of
the cursed object this bad boy can only hurt the physical
element of which the spirit has attached its self to but
without the ability to actually break it."
"Awesome. Want to trade? So, I got about sixteen rounds of
hell fire and brimstone that can put the hurt on but not
really harm non-physical evil and you got a metal boxing
glove that can put the hurt on but not destroy any physical
substance the evil has attached and rooted its self in. So
basically, neither of us can do much of anything to actually
stop the Black Goat. Only the three singing nuns can. And
they," both Sarah and Dan looked over their shoulders at
where the floor hatchway stood still open and empty a few
yards behind them. "Are still playing doctor with those red
eyed guards... so we can piss off the powerful evil goat god
but we can't actually harm it nor imprison it or really stop
it in anyway."
"Yep, that's about right. We can only distract and sort of
inconvenience it." Dan nodded and joined her in looking back
around the corner of the open metal vault door jamb that lead
into the next room where Ms. Americana was gloatingly with
impassioned rapture jetting her cum all over Flag Girl's
snatch buried face while the Black Goat lolled its tongue and
popped yet another load into the teen girl's anus all while
said teen wiggled and squirmed like mad to escape both her
rapists.
"So we are sort of like a Wal-Mart door greater asking to
look in peoples purses and shopping bags."
"Must kind of suck to have a goat with such an enormous penis
filling up your ass with spunk," Dan mused off handily and
looked pensively over his shoulder at the still missing nuns.
"We should really do something."
"Like what?! Take that teen sluts place? No, thank you. Trust
me she has had larger in her exit only chute. And I sure the
hell don't want to barge in there with guns blazing blanks. I
am sure that just outside that closed vault door is another
group of red eyed guards. If we are to do this we have to
somehow take that goat without rousing the rest of the
house."
"Okay, you got us in here so I will continue to follow your
lead. But I don't like this hiding and waiting around when
the relic is right there in front of us and some teen girl is
getting her internal organs rearranged by a dick the size of
my calf!"
Sarah eyed the profile of the man. He was genuinely upset at
not being able to help the teen girl getting her ass plowed
right in front of him. When Sarah had lead both of them
through the secret tunnel just pass the hidden door she had
stumbled and almost fallen to her death in a new floor trap
door that had not been there the last time she had used the
tunnel just six months ago. Dan had saved her by grabbing her
from behind.
Of course grabbing a pitching forward young slim girl from
behind who has a set of beach ball boobs meant that he had
latched down on her exposed naked tits and clamped her
against him. Her pert half naked ass against his crotch while
his straddled legs and slipping feet fought against gravity
and the awkwardness of their position to lunge them both
backwards to safety.
When a man you barely know grabs a hold of your naked tits
and mauls them; you either slap the shit out of him, or drop
your panties and invite him to pop a load. The situation had
called for neither but she did feel a warm tingling in her
damp panties as she eyed his strong handsome profile and
after her brief ass to crotch embrace she full well aware
that the fertility gods had not shorted Dan Straight at all.
The boy was all stud and packing plenty.
"Okay, maybe you are right and we can't wait for the 'sound
of music' girls to come backpacking out of the hills. But we
have to have more of a plan than knock the big bad black goat
god off the sweet innocent teen ass and then scramble around
hoping the nuns show up to save the day!"
Sweet and innocent?! Humph, Sarah wondered if Dan would be so
upright and eager to face certain horrible torturous death if
he knew that in prep-school Lydia Welles had showed up to a
classmates birthday party sans present. She had baked cookies
but ate them all on the bus ride to the party. Without
batting an eye she invited the birthday boy into a closet and
gave him his first ever eye watering blow job. She not only
sucked him dry but every boy at the party ended up visiting
her in that closet several times each!!!!! Including Sarah's
boy friend, up until then anyway, Chad Everhard. Which as
Lydia had informed Sarah, he was most certainly not. The two
girls had patched it up and she was glad when Brenda had
adopted Lydia, but innocent?! Hardly.
Lydia Welles/Wade was now eighteen and Sarah Krotch was now
twenty but Lydia had more sex in more disturbing ways and
weird places in one week as Flag Girl/Ms. Americana's partner
than Sarah had in a month of Sundays of tomb raiding.
Still both girls had lost their parents when they were very
young and while Sarah had her parents fortune to fall back on
Lydia had only the somewhat questionable Delta City
Orphanage. Things had certainly not been easy for the preppie
smiling blonde after she had been forced to leave the
prestigious prep-school and enter the Orphanages privet sever
somber no-nonsense scholastic studies.
Come to think of it there had been nuns at the orphanage too?
Sarah looked around her, taking in her surroundings with more
detail this time.
The secret passage had lead to simple ladder of rung handles
sunk into the concrete dead end wall. This led, in turn, up
to a hatchway. This opened if you knew the proper code to
bypass the locking mechanism and alarms which thankfully Ms.
Americana had not changed despite adding in the dead fall
floor pit trap in the narrow secret passage linking the rooms
to the storm drains. So Sarah had opened it without any
trouble.
The hatchway opened into a small room with another hatchway
more like a large submarine door way set in a concrete wall
that lead into an even larger room with another sort of vault
submarine door hatch.
The only alarm was set on the hatchway connecting out into
the secret passageway and upon another floor hatch in the
larger second room.
These rooms were full of costumes and makeup tables so Ms.
Americana could exit into the storm drains in various
disguises.
Across from the open chamber door where they were peeping on
Ms. Americana and the Black Goat still savagely double
teaming Flag Girl. Next to the sealed vault door that lead
into the more lavish and opulent chambers of the lair; stood
a second closed and alarmed door that lead down to the secret
privet bullet train that connected the Wade Towers Ms.
Americana rooms to the underground Wade Mansion Ms. Americana
cave. There was a very well known privet bullet train above
ground that connected Wade Towers to the above ground Wade
Mansion that could only be reached by passing the security in
the lobby.
It made sense that Ms. Americana and the Black Goat would be
holed up in the only sealed rooms with no security cameras in
the entire Wade structure.
It made sense that they had left their guards in the outer
rooms. With that main door sealed up no one could hear them
in these two rooms. If they could just keep Ms. Americana
away from sounding the wall alarm or opening that vault
door...
Sarah began to search through the hundreds of outfits on the
wall racks. There was a bathroom with tub and shower and even
a medical bay in the larger room. Obviously this was
considered a stop over point; a transition point between
identities or a place to recuperate before moving on in the
fight against crime. A safe house. A panic room. For a super
heroine. The outer rooms were the window dressing of a
working but seldom used base full of computers and gadgets.
Dan watched confused but silently as Sarah pawed through the
endless racks of costumes for walking the streets or slipping
in to places unnoticed. There were uniforms for any
occupation you could think of from every hotel maid in Delta
City to a five star general costume but it wasn't until she
looked through the so called innocent Flag Girl section of
outfits that she found the crotchless panties and open nipple
bra and thigh high hose and garter belt.
Sarah quickly tossed the double harness that had so tightly
crossed her chest and squeezed her boobs into play-dough
naked torpedoes and put on the bra and panties (Dan made some
vague sweaty forehead effort to sort of turn away as her
coochie came out and into view but he was still peaking none
the less out of the corner of his bulging eyes.) On went the
garter belt and hose and some thigh high stiletto heeled
boots. Then she removed the nun habit from Ms. Americana's
collection. She put on the head piece and pulled up the robe
and threw it over her shoulders exposing her sexy underwear
and then used the nun's habit robe belt to tie it back behind
her so it would not fall back over her nearly naked body.
Dan understood when the nun habit came out of its plastic
sheath and off the padded hanger. He nodded. "It has been
many years since the Black Goat faced the Sisterhood of
Vestal Virgins, almost a century in fact, but once a powerful
evil force is defeated by a force of good it never forgets or
forgives."
"Good. That is what I am hoping for. If we rush in there with
all hell a blazing maybe that Black Goat thing will mistake
me for one of the REAL virgins. Though I have to admit that
was, eckhem, a few years, er, weeks back there. Well, I
slipped and fell on a shovel handle actually, eckhem."
Dan smirked, "okay, let's hope the play acting works and it
freaks out. With both of us hitting it, it might just stun it
enough to not break out any of its heavy hitting spells. In
fact, it will probably try and escape if it can."
"I will pop a few rounds into Ms. Americana. That should
weaken the things hold on her and also let you get her power
belt off of her. She has been wearing that thing for months
non-stop and she must be almost insane with horny-ness from
that! So, Dan, I need you to drop the pants."
"What?!"
"And I need you to pop wood."
"You can't seriously expect me to fight with my dingus
whipping about?!"
"Dan, look at me. I am a slut in training on her wedding
night. I am wearing a frilled bra with nipple slits with my
hard nips poking out for all the world to see and geesh! Look
at the clam juice dripping out of these crotchless panties!
My freaking clit looks like a red nosed reindeer snout! My
lips look like a three dimensional map of the grand canyon in
flood and I got a piece of dental floss covering up my bung
hole and you can't fight with some wood?"
"Okay, okay. Sorry."
"So, er, you going to need a hand, or well some help with
that? Need me to do some jumping jacks or jack your, um. You
know, help getting it... WOW! Your last name should have been
Everhard!"
"Thanks. But I really think that girl in there can't handle
much more of that sexual abuse."
"Ah, yeah, right. The fact that she is orgasming like a
banshee and screaming for them to hit her pussy harder faster
deeper! is certainly the accepted cry for, 'oh god. Please,
someone save me.' But yeah you're right about not wasting
anymore time. Sooner or later some official upstairs is going
to want to speak to the President and we are done for if she
leaves these rooms before we break that goats hold on her."
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The attack could have gone initially better. Dan Straight ran
into the room swinging both his weapons and promptly racked
himself upon the butting head of the Black Goat, who indeed
seeing Sarah in her nun outfit, reared up bleating in very
vivid fear and then hatred as it recovered from its brief
shock and racked Dan again with another vicious head butt.
Dan was anything but 'straight' after such a one sided cock
fight and the Black Goats confusion and fear and then rage
simultaneously rippled through Ms. Americana.
The Black Goat certainly did not want to go anywhere directly
near the nun who was firing both her guns into the goat and
Ms. Americana in equal measure. And as such Ms. Americana did
not want to go anywhere near the naked nun as well as her
mind was linked to the goat's.
Since Dan was lying face first on the floor grabbing his
throbbing now bent shaft; it fell to Sarah to grapple off Ms.
Americana's belt. Which considering both her and the goat
were frustratingly dancing back away from her was proving
very difficult.
At least she still had the surprise and the goats fear on her
side.
That is, until Flag Girl looked up from her now solo doggy
style position and through a cum glazed face peered open one
eye and said in a rather distant confused but unfortunately
clear voice, "Sarah Krotch? What are you doing here?"
In an instant, Ms. Americana recognized the disguised relic
raider and thus in an instant so did the shared mind of the
Black Goat. Both of them leapt forward at her despite the
rapid discharge of her pistols into the bulk of their bodies.
Sarah Krotch had no Aphrodite Super powers and Ms. Americana
and thus the Black Goat knew this. They came at her with a
sort of lusting gusto.
It was at this moment of utter failure that Sarah suddenly
remembered that Ms. Americana's power belt shielded her from
all fast projectiles; such as bullets and basketball player
ejaculations.
All the rounds she had shot at the President had been wasted.
The Black Goat certainly did not look like he had been
effected by the blessed bullets but she couldn't be too
certain she had hit him more than twice as Dan had been
initially in the way and then it had leapt behind a freshly
knocked over table as she had continued to shoot after it.
Funny how she and Dan had somehow gotten in the wrong place
from the very start. He was supposed to bull rush Ms.
Americana but Sarah had been in the way and he had been
forced to try and go around the goat.
Well, Dan would certainly not be impressing Ms. Americana or
any woman anytime soon with his battered baby baster. In fact
from what little she could see of it through his clenched
hands out of the corner of her eye she seriously doubted Dan
would be keeping that tallywacker at all. He might be
squatting to pee in the ladies rest room by Christmas.
The Black Goat had left off moving toward her and was now
landing some serious kicks to Dan's groin. No matter how Dan
tried to move away or cover himself the goat seemed to have
an unnatural ability to land a direct kick on his ever
lessening once magnificent manhood.
In an off hand quick thought Sarah breathed a mental sigh of
relief that she had repressed the impulse to give Dan her
cell number. He may still be cute in face and body, if they
both survived this, but a hunk without hardware was just
someone to deliver your drinks to your table and fetch your
coat when you left with some other packing stud.
With little else to do in her backtreading into the smaller
room before Ms. Americana's gleeful stalking slow but steady
approach.
Sarah fired off all her remaining rounds into the Black Goat.
These she knew landed and she had the thrill of seeing the
beast roll its eyes in pain and suffering and confusion. It
left off kicking Dan and half blind in pain head butted Ms.
Americana in the ass and then bit her hard on the ass.
Mind control or not. No one bites the Queen of Justices ass
and gets away with it! The yelping super heroine spun around
and slapped and kicked the Black Goat silly. Her power belt
making her more than a match for a smack down of the bony
creature who whelped and bleated in further confusion and
pain.
Sarah dropped the empty guns and raced forward and yanked off
the power belt from Ms. Americana, and then with a slightly
recovered Flag Girl, they knocked her out flat on her ass
with two powerful synchronized punches.
That left the Black Goat with an angry, cum still dripping
out of her red and swollen ass hole, no make that furious,
Flag Girl who began landing her own booted smack down kicks
along side the Black Goats rib cage as she latched on to both
horns of the beast so it could not escape her teen ass raped
vengeance!
"This is for all you pervs who can't get it in the right
hole!" She screamed bloody murder and kept up the pounding
well after the three chanting nuns showed up.
The nuns were cum covered and several full golden condoms
hung off their garter belts. In short order they proceeded to
bind the Black Goat in their hymns and soon the brutish
creature had been turned into a small black stone statue.
A head rubbing Ms. Americana recognized the small black goat
statue as having been an item she had half paid attention to
that she had bought at a charity auction. She had not really
wanted the thing and in fact had her heart set on a Tiffany
lamp. But something about the crude statue had caught her
fancy at the last possible moment and she had bought it as a
knickknack for the Ms. Americana cave to place in her several
full trophy cases. The item had been donated by an unknown
source.
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The nuns took the Black Goat statue and a hobbling and
semiconscious Dan Straight and disappeared into a taxi cab
headed toward Delta City International Airport. Despite Dan's
muttered insistence that he could really use a hospital and a
doctor right about now.
Most of his once grand penis was in a Styrofoam cup filled
with ice and no one was listening much to the guy and in fact
less than a block away the cup came flinging out of the cab
window as the nun's hand that had thrown it paused and gave
them a last quick wave.
Ms. Americana promptly stepped down from her Presidency and a
reluctant Flag Girl dejectedly followed suit a few world wide
tense nail bitting hours latter. It was promptly put out that
the Russian Embassador who had visited Ms. Americana on her
first days in the White House (no longer referred to by the
press as the Whore House) had drugged her with a mind
altering chemical that was responsible for all the outlandish
behavior. She was perfectly fine now but had decided she
could best serve the American people by fighting crime on the
streets rather than trying to fight crime in the courthouses.
Everyone promptly accepted this chemical drugged explanation
because it was exactly what they wanted to hear and all was
forgiven and forgot.
Ms. Americana returned to being the full time Delta City's
peoples champion and the 'Queen of Justice' bumper stickers
could be found on all cars including Limo One where the new
President, former speaker of the house, slapped it on there
with pride.
The new President surely looked the part and played it to the
hilt and the nations of the world were very relaxed and glad
again. Odd name though. Mister Fear. Everyone kept saying
they vaguely recalled such a name but could not place where
or when they had heard it.
But what did it matter?
It took Sarah Krotch almost a full week before she realized
she had not been paid by the Vatican who in turn promptly
sent her a slip of paper called an 'indulgence.' It would
lessen the time she spent in Hell for all her sins she had
committed prior to the indulgence being issued. They also
sent her a T-shirt with a smiling Pope on it and a baseball
cap that said, 'I am one with God.'
It took the rather young looking dyed gray hair President,
Mister Fear, almost a full week to get back his black goat
statue which he had donated to the Delta City Feminist
Charity Drive some months back. Where upon he promptly
donated it back to the next Delta City Feminist Charity Drive
as he so loved playing with super heroines. They were just so
much fun.
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