4 comments/ 21476 views/ 17 favorites Super Slut Ch. 01 By: LordWriter7 This is my first story with no connection in any way to the world of Search for the Goddess and Huntress of the Night. As such, reading those is encouraged but not required. The heroine of this story is slightly different sexually from Alexis or Kara. Alexis prefers normal sex despite her situation, Kara can't stand not being the dominant one, and Alisa is one that prefers being dominated though she is not aware of it. I say this as warning that this and following chapters feature the usual consent and no consent. If you do not like that then as always turn away. No one engaged in a sexual act is below the age of eighteen. Comments both positive and negative are welcome as long as they are civil. - Mike sighed as he pulled out his wallet. It was 10 at night and he had been walking home from the movies when the two thugs held him up. It wasn't anything new in Allston that was for sure. The crime rate was high, the leaders were corrupt or idiots, and what honest police there were had their hands full with the dishonest. There were worst places to be sure, ones filled with murder and chaos rather than robbery and bribes, but Allston was still bad. One of the thugs held out his hand, "You know the drill, Mike." Mike did. This street was the fastest, and safest, way home. The gang that ran the street, the Crowns, had collected from him so much they knew him by name. The twenty buck toll was high, but at least the Crowns liked people to pay and leave than just beat the shit out of them like the Aces. Mike had just pulled out the twenty when a rock hit the thug from behind. He rubbed his head and turned, "The fuck?" All three of them stopped in their tracks. The young old girl, likely eighteen, in front of them was something else. Her creamy skin showed since she was dressed very loosely. A short black skirt with suspends over her red bikini top that stretched over her large breasts, and covered by an open brown jacket. Some mountain boots and black leather gloves matched with the grey cloth over her face and the red cap she wore over blonde hair that went a little past her shoulders. Since her face was covered, all they could see were blue eyes. The other thug whistled, "Damn, look at you. You dress up in that for us?" "Maybe. Let the other guy walk and I might even show for you." The girl said so with very real confidence. The two glanced at each other and laughed. They were older, bigger, and more built than her. "How bout this? We collect the toll, and then fuck you in an alley for your toll?" The girl whistled and shook her head, "Wrong answer." The girl took off running at them. The first thug clenched his fist, ran up to her, and punched. The girl reached out and grabbed the fist like nothing. "Wha..." Was all the guy got out before a knee was driven into his stomach. Not even stopping to watch him collapse, she jumped up and roundhouse kicked the other man in the face. Mike winced, he was sure something broke. The thug fell with a thud and the street was silent. Mike looked in awe at the strong, hot girl that was nudging the silent thug with her boot. Every move and blow made her breasts bounce and jiggle, and his eyes roamed up her bare legs. Damn, this was the wrong time to be getting a boner. "Uhhh." She looked up at him as if just remembering him, and took off down the street. Mike ran after her, "Wait!" A stupid move? Maybe. But he at least needed to thank her. Did she think he was making a move? That might end painfully for him. He hoped he could at least explain. It was not to be as she rounded a corner. When he turned, she had vanished. - Alisa watched from the roof as the boy searched for her. Looked about a year older than her, probably in school like she would be. He had short brown hair and eyes with a handsome face. She couldn't see his body well under his shirt and light coat, but he seemed fairly built. She needed to remember him, and try to avoid him. Sighing, the man gave up and walked off. Alisa figured it was time to go home as well. Alisa was, simply put, a superhero. A new one, but a hero. After the Devastation thirty years ago decimated the Earth, superhumans came out of hiding and took control for a time. Thankfully, they returned power to normal people after reconstruction was progressing and control was restored in many places. Free of ruling, the heroes founded the Brotherhood and sought to train other superhumans to be superheroes. They would then be assigned to a town or city to help keep a measure of order corrupt or useless leaders could not. Alisa, someone with amazing strength and speed, had just arrived in Allston as her posting. The busty blonde used her strength to jump from roof to roof until she reached the backdoor of her home. She had to punch in her code to get in, pass a scan down the hall, and confirm her fingerprints for the elevator, as befitted a skyscraper. One perk of being part of the Brotherhood was the hideouts. The group owned the building through wealthy heroes so while people lived and worked without care, the top three floors were where Alisa and her team worked. The doors opened and she walked into the living room. Three other people lived with her as support. Jeff, the bald and bearded old man drinking tea, was so typical of the wise old man cliché it was scary. He was also the one that handled police or public officials when Alisa needed to ignore the law. Kim, the tomboy with the short red dyed hair, was the only other female in the team. When she wasn't swearing up a storm she built or fixed whatever Alisa needed. She was also the medic, but Alisa was not too sure how capable the slightly unhinged woman was. Andrew, the one with shaved black hair gulping down a beer, was the only other one that had powers. He was not a superhero but his enhanced sight and reflexes put him in charge of security and spying. He rarely said anything at all. Kim looked up and waved as Alisa sat down and sighed, "Welcome back boss! Good night?" Alisa nodded and took off her cap and mask. Damn that stuff got stuffy. "Took down two Crowns. Not bad for my first night out." Jeff glanced at her and shook his head, "A miracle, given what you wear out there." "Calm down, old man." Alisa smiled at him and relaxed. Yes, her 'costume' was unusual, especially for Alisa who preferred more covering clothes. But she had a killer body and decided to use it. One, most males she faced ended up distracted like the Crowns. Second, it was harder to recognize her in her more conservative clothing. Jeff and Andrew had worried about what someone would do to her, but she was a superhero. Andrew finished his beer and set down the bottle, "Alisa, you should get some rest. You have school tomorrow." Alisa groaned and slumped into the cushions. Andrew was firm, however. "You spent years under the Academy's timetable. You are actually waking up later than before." "Yea, but why am I a schoolgirl again?" Kim snickered, "You look so cute in a skirt." Andrew shook his head, "Your age makes school an ideal cover for now. Your grade also makes it good for being in the middle of criminal recruiting and drug operations. Now do you remember your cover?" Alisa stood up and did an exaggerated bow, "I am Alisa Stanfield. I am not a super strong female with a hot body. I am a calm and innocent girl from out of town here to attend my senior year at Allston High. Let's be friends, or I will punch your brains out. " Kim clapped happily while Andrew nodded in some satisfaction at her memory. Jeff rolled his eyes. "Oh I am sure I will need to meet with the police chief on the first day." - Mike yawned as he lay on the grass in front of school. The first day of school was enough to tire anyone out. But when you spend the night looking around for a sexy savior you end up even more tired. He would probably need to avoid that street until the Crowns cooled down. A commotion disturbed him from his sun filled thoughts of bikini clad blondes. Looking up, Mike realized it didn't matter. This blonde wore the school uniform sinfully. A black skirt that stopped halfway between her knees and waist, a white button up short-sleeve and a black tie. It was plain and ordinary, but with her figure it looked great. Her hair was a little over shoulder length with some of her hair tucked behind her ears. Her body and hair looked so similar that Mike's first thought was that they were the same. But as he sat up and admired, he realized they couldn't be. The girl last night was cocky and violent. The girl walking up to the school was polite to anyone who talked to her, mostly guys hitting on her. A new girl for senior year? Well, he supposed it wasn't that odd. Not like anyone seemed to be complaining. Mike snorted and lay back down. She was going to be popular that was for sure. Since he closed his eyes, he didn't notice the look she through him. - Alisa slightly picked up her pace toward the school when she noticed the boy on the grass. Of course he just had to be at the same school as her. Why did she even care? She was the superhero of Allston; she was going to be seen in her costume by a lot of people. Maybe she was just nervous because he was the first to see her. He might also be the first not to hit on her judging from the small crowd of boys following her. It was sort of like the Academy, only a little more pathetic. She kept up her polite personality to refuse them and entered the school. It was almost eerie how all schools looked the same. Looking around at the average school, Alisa wondered how cheap the Brotherhood really was. "Miss Stanfield?" A voice came from down the hall. Alisa saw a middle aged man with blonde hair and green eyes wave at her. The boys that had followed her in vanished at his appearance. Walking up to him, Alisa nodded, "Yes, sir." The man laughed and shook his head, "No need for that. James Starch, your homeroom teacher. The principle asked me to show our newest student to her class." Alisa thanked him and they set off down the hall. James pointed out the different rooms, the stairs that led down to the cafeteria, the club room on the second floor, the bathroom on their floor, and all of that. Alisa could tell that James was professional, polite, and perverted. It may have been her own training, but she didn't miss a single glance he shot at her breasts or ass. She guessed it happened a lot when your homeroom class is full of hot and now legal girls. But he kept it subtle so Alisa chalked him in with half of the male population here. "And here is our room. Your schedule and supply list for the different classes are on your desk. I have to go to the office, so feel free to get used to things." James put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. Alisa would have snorted at how obvious it was, but she was a polite girl here. So she dropped her head slightly in mock embarrassment and thanked him. James smiled and walked away. Alisa entered the room only to be blocked by another student. She wore her brown hair very long and straight and her grey eyes held the petty hostility high school girls tended to have. She had about the same body as Alisa only taller. Alisa glanced around the room to find it mostly empty, except for the two of them and some students catching up near the back. "Uhh...hello?" Alisa tried. The brunette crossed her arms and spoke, "So you're the new teacher's toy?" Bitch. "Excuse me?" "I said, you are Mr. Starch's first conquest for the year?" Alisa frowned and glared back at her, "I'm sorry, I'm from out of town. Where I come from, it's polite to give names before talking like that. I am Alisa Stanfield." The girl turned red and snorted, "Rebecca Christon, Student Council President." Alisa thought back to the Academy President. He was stuffy and got a hard on for rules, but was polite over all. Made a pretty good burger for reasons no one ever knew. Rebecca was like his opposite. "Well, Rebecca, I have no idea what you are talking about. I am only glad to know that the Student Council is so judgmental and rude to newcomers." Alisa walked right past her, savoring the look of indignation on her face. Welcome to Senior year. - The rest of the day went on like a normal. Classes, lunch, and homework. She and Rebecca got into another argument during lunch and James had to break it up. Rebecca was right though, he was shameless. The lecture he gave after lunch incident was mostly him covertly hitting on them. She spent the day trying to avoid the boy, Mike, as well. That needed to stop or he would get suspicious. As the day ended Alisa stayed behind. The school stayed open late for clubs and council. Alisa figured it was the perfect time to scope out her new school. A hero needed to understand her surroundings. Eventually she went into the bathroom to check that out. She had gotten one or two offers from boys to sneak in there with her so maybe she should get the layout down. It was then when she was suddenly grabbed by her hips and pushed against the counter. Alisa had been completely unprepared, because there was no one there. The mirror in the bathroom showed only her. So the fact that she was pushed by someone was more surprising than being pushed. Alisa tried to step back, but couldn't. Unseen hands held her hips and it felt like someone's body was pressing her against the counter. Alisa gripped the counter as the unseen hands fondled her breasts. A ghost. A male ghost, she realized as something hard poked at her rear. The blonde swung her arm behind her just to pass through air. The hands pinched and twisted her nipples through her shirt as payback, earning a grunt from the hero. Ghosts were odd things. They were invisible and could pass through most objects, but could still interact with the world if they focused enough. Her ghost should not be able to roll her tips between its fingers unless it was putting his entire mind to it. The same did not apply to her, who could not touch or harm the ghost no matter what on her own. As long as the ghost maintained focus, she was trapped. The ghost pulled off her tie and tore open her shirt. In the mirror, she watched helplessly as her white bra was undone to expose her large breasts. Her panties came next to let his invisible dick rub against her. Alisa moaned as his hands played with her bare breasts and his cock slide along her lower lips. Suddenly a hand left her breasts. Her confusion was answered when the ghost cupped her pussy with his hand and rubbed. "Ah, no!" Alisa whimpered lightly. The ghost stroked roughly and made the blonde girl thrash around. A finger slid into her, making her squirm at the unfamiliar digit moving in her. This was completely unfair! What good were superpowers if she couldn't even use them? A second finger entered her and a jolt ran up her body. The fingering didn't last long and the hands in her pussy and on her breast went downward. She was grabbed behind her knees and lifted her legs up. Alisa felt like she was struggling with air as his cock stopped rubbing. The ghost kept her facing in the mirror to watch as her pussy was spread open by his cock as he entered her. Alisa made a noise of surprise, he was quite big. He thrust into her next, moving in and out of her. The position let the unseen cock go deep into her, making her groan from the unfamiliar size. Panting heatedly, Alisa saw herself getting fucked in the mirror. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her face was red with anger and arousal, and her juices flowed down onto the tiled floor. She tried uselessly to attack her enemy with her hands, but that only made the ghost drill her harder until she gave up. She had only had sex once before and her body's pleasure was overriding her anger. She didn't think it in her, but the whole situation was turning her on. Moaning louder Alisa turned her hands instead toward her own breasts. The ghost seemed to like that since his pace evened out. Her fingers tweaked and rubbed her tips desperately as Alisa watched it all in the reflection. The fire in Alisa's body was building fast as she felt her orgasm approach. She didn't want to give the ghost the satisfaction, but her body was screaming for release... A scream of fear made both of them stop dead. In the mirror Alisa saw Rebecca standing at the doorway with blank shock on her pale face. Just like that the feeling of his cock in her vanished and she fell onto the floor. The surprise entrance of someone else made the ghost lose focus enough for Alisa to pass through him. The blonde girl rolled to the side to keep herself from being grabbed again. It was for nothing, since Rebecca was pulled by shoulders onto the floor. The ghost had ignored Alisa to keep a witness from running. A smart move, but leaving Alisa alone was a mistake. Ignoring the ache in her pussy, Alisa looked at the door. It needed to be pulled open, and the ghost was busy trying to force Rebecca's mouth open. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't leave the bitch like this. Alisa moved fast, she had a small window for this. Throwing almost enough strength into her legs to crack the tiles she sped right through the ghost, grabbed and tossed Rebecca over her shoulder, and smashed the door open as she ran into the hallway. She had no way of knowing how far ahead of the ghost she was and didn't feel like finding out the hard way. "Rebecca!" The brunette was shivering in fear. Damn it, Alisa needed her to talk. "Listen, are there anyone other people in the school? Any place here where the ghost can't have witnesses?" That seemed to rouse the draped girl enough. From behind her Alisa heard Rebecca say the student council was still in session. Perfect. The invisible pervert couldn't deal with any more than two people. The superhuman skidded on the floor and turned to run up the stairs. She couldn't see him, but her senses were screaming to keep moving. Second floor, almost there. The light in the council room was on. The ghost seemed to notice that as well and stopped. That's what Alisa's instinct said anyway. She stopped right outside the room and set Rebecca down against the wall. The two girls sat there panting in exhaustion and panic. Eventually Rebecca turned to Alisa and looked at the blonde's uniform. "Alisa? What the hell just happened?" Alisa shook her head and tried to button up her shirt. Some were still attached so it wasn't a total wreak, "Not now. Tomorrow morning." Rebecca was about to protest when Alise shot her a look, "It could be standing right in front of us. Go back to your meeting. Leave with the rest. Don't say anything to anyone. I promise to try and explain tomorrow." The president gulped and looked around nervously before nodding. She quickly entered the room and all but slammed the door shut. Alisa could hear her fake happy voice already. Guess it paid to be a bitch sometimes. She stood up as well and walked quickly down the hallway toward a window. She couldn't stay either. A ghost, a fucking ghost. And one with a sex drive. They sure didn't have Academy courses for that! - "It is not a ghost." Jeff sipped his tea thoughtfully from behind his desk. His office, located on the lowest of the three floors they owned along with the other teammates workplaces, looked like a professor's office. Alisa swore he got a kick out of being a walking cliché. The hero was dressed in a long white skirt and a grey longsleeve. After changing, she had gone straight to Jeff. It may not be his official duty, but the old man was very knowledgeable. Alisa looked at him, "Not a ghost?" The old man nodded and drank his tea. "I'm pretty sure the thing molesting schoolgirls is a ghost, Jeff." "Ah, but there is where you prove it is not a ghost. Ghosts are dead, spirits of those who will not or cannot pass on. While someone could have certainly died with lust or sexual regret, that person could not do what you claim happened without a host body." Super Slut Ch. 01 Alisa scratched her head and looked at Jeff, "Then what the hell is it?" "Projection. Someone shedding their body for a time to go where it cannot. Since the spirit is still linked to a human body, it can do things ghosts cannot with the proper focus. Some support members in the Brotherhood use it to help their assigned hero. It's very short range though." "So, someone in the school?" Jeff nodded, "A member of the school or someone who enters it for their purposes." Alisa frowned and sat back, "So I need to find the person to stop the phantom? Can you do that?" Jeff shook his head this time and took a sip, "I am not remotely magical, Alisa. Not even Andrew could do that. It would take a magically inclined person to weed out the culprit." "Well we don't have that. I'll see if anyone looks suspicious tomorrow." Alisa stood up and yawned. All the running and fucking wore her out. She would need all her energy to beat the shit out of whoever did that to her. "I will see if there is anything we can do for you on this. Good night Alisa." She waved her hand and stepped out of the room. The room was down the hall, a more simple room with a dresser for her clothes and costume, a state of the art TV and computer, some exercise and training equipment, a bed, and bathroom. Alisa didn't really need anything else. She sat cross legged on her bed and closed her eyes. She had been violated, and she would probably be violated again if she stayed after school again. She knew most girls would be in hysterics. Rebecca probably was. But heroes can't be. For a female hero, the possibility was high. Alisa had read all the cases during her training. Female heroes raped, beaten, killed, broken, or sacrificed. The Brotherhood had a whole facility dedicated to helping those who survived the worst cases. Alisa became a superhero to help others. It was a simple, plain reason, but it was hers. She wanted to make a difference and now she could. Past heroes had handled worse than a ghost in them. Alisa could not say she was a hero unless she did too. She breathed deeply in the relaxing meditation the Brotherhood taught to those who needed to face trauma. It would do, until she found the person behind it all. - Alisa walked through school the next day as a normal girl would. She needed to if she was going to find her enemy. Someone in the school...someone that might look annoyed or aggravated at how last night ended. If only that was her only problem. She tried to look discreet, but Rebecca had been shadowing Alisa since school started. Anyone watching would know why, so Alisa needed to settle thing fast. The blonde ducked into an empty classroom with Rebecca following shortly. Before Alisa could even speak Rebecca was running questions, "Who was that? What was that? Are you ok? Why did it do that to you?" Alisa held up her hand for silence and eventually got her to stop. "I don't know who it was. It was some sort of ghost. Don't yell like that! Do you want it to know we are here? I'm fine, and it's a horny creep." Rebecca sank into a chair and shivered. Alisa looked at her and sighed. She would have been like that, if the Brotherhood hadn't found her years ago. It only made her more resolved." "Rebecca, forget it." The president looked up in shock, "Forget! I walk into the bathroom to find you getting raped midair and I almost followed!" "I know, but there is nothing you can do other than do not be in a situation like that again. Stay with a group after classes end and leave if there are no meetings." "But the clubs! Oh god, who knows how many times this might have happened! No one would confess to being attacked by a ghost." Alisa nodded. This could not continue at all. Andrew could watch thing on the outside tonight, she would stay here again tonight. Alisa patted Rebecca on the shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry, they will be fine. I don't think it will try anything so soon after being caught." "But..." Alisa was surprised how seriously she took her job as president. Piss, that would make it harder to keep her quiet. "Ask the council and clubs to avoid leaving the rooms alone at night. Bathroom or going home, try and make sure everyone is together. Make any excuse you need too." Rebecca nodded and calmed down. After taking a few deep breaths she looked at Alisa, "How did you come up with all of that." Alisa dropped her head slightly like she was embarrassed, "My brother is a huge nerd. He doesn't know how to get rid of ghosts, but you pick up on stuff when you live with someone for years." Rebecca looked at her and snorted, some of her old personality was back. She stood up and glanced at the clock. They needed to get to homeroom. "I will try your ideas, new girl. But one more thing happens and I run to the nearest church." - After school again. Andrew had been less than pleased over the phone when Alisa gave her orders, but this was part of the job. She knew that while her body was in danger, her life was not. A ghost would not care for death tolls. But a human projecting his spirit would not want people investigating. He relied on fear to keep his victims silent. The moment someone turned up dead then he needed to hide from the police and eventually the Brotherhood. Alisa avoided the second floor so she didn't have to explain to Rebecca what she was doing here. She just went room to room, looking for the person who was projecting his spirit. She wasn't even sure what to do after that. Shake him? Punch him? Handcuff him to the chair? Beat the living shit out of him for fucking her in a bathroom? She would probably have to wait until he returned to his body to even do anything. As she passed the stairs leading down to the cafeteria, she thought she heard something bang down there. Shit. Alisa looked around quickly and quietly moved down the stairs. Unless the phantom was making a sandwich, she had a pretty good idea what was happening. When she reached the bottom and looked through the glass of the double doors she was proven right. Alisa recognized the black haired girl from her homeroom but the name escaped her. She had her shirt open and her breasts bare and she was on her knees and seemed to bob her head in the air. Her mouth was parted around the invisible dick her head slid up and down. The girl looked like she was trying to pull away but the phantom probably had her head held. Soon the girl's head stopped and she was pulled up and tossed onto a table. Against her protest her skirt and panties were removed and Alisa watched as her pussy was split open by the phantom. The hero clenched her fist as the girl was violated, but stayed still. This was more or less magic. Alisa was not magical. She couldn't do anything until she found the source or her team came up with a plan. So she could only watch as the phantom spread the girl's legs wider and apparently thrust harder into her, going by the sounds the girl was making. Alisa felt her face grow hotter by the minute as it continued. Just like in the bathroom the phantom was rough with sex. The girl seemed less turned on by it then Alisa was. That worried the hero a bit; she wasn't supposed to be aroused when random assholes violated her. A loud cry told her it was about to end regardless of her own possible fetish. The girl shook and soaked the table in her juices. The phantom had nothing to shoot into her, but the main body probably experienced orgasm as well. Her legs fell limply on the table and she was left there as the phantom pushed open another set of doors and left. Alisa narrowed her eyes as the doors swung shut. Those led into the basement where the heater and supplies were kept. Was the phantom from a janitor or was someone using it as a good hiding place for their exposed body? The hero ran into the cafeteria and to the girl first. She had to make sure her classmate was safe first. "Hey!" Alisa shook the girl lightly and looked her over. Aside from the obvious wetness between her legs the girl seemed fine. The girl opened her eyes and stared at Alisa like she was the ghost, "What..." Realization hit her and Alisa covered her mouth as she screamed. "Quiet! He will hear you!" The scream died in an instant and Alisa slowly removed her hand. "What is your name?" The girl sat up and shivered, "Alice. You're Alisa, right? The new girl. What are you doing here?" Alisa tossed Alice her tattered bra, "I was looking at the clubs when I heard a noise. What were you doing here so late?" Alice blushed, "I...was supposed to meet someone. I was waiting when that...thing...grabbed me. You saw it, right!" Alisa shook her head, "No, but I saw what it did to you. Where is the person your meeting? They might be in danger." Alice's blush went deeper and despite what just happened seemed oddly shy, "Mr...Mr Starch." Alisa stared at her in shock. Embarrassed, Alice started talking fast. "We had been flirting since the end of last year. I was turning eighteen during the summer and he was such as nice guy. Always helped people with studying and stuff like that. I knew I wasn't the only girl, but he is kinda handsome. Pretty sure most teachers do this stuff anyway. So he asked me to meet him here afterschool." Just like that the doors Alisa came through burst open. The blonde spun around to see James Starch run into the room. "Sorry I'm late Alice, I was caught up with my paperwork..." Starch saw Alisa and stopped, stopped talking, and went slightly pale. Alisa had to guess that was the usual reaction to being caught with a student. Then he noticed Alice and snapped back into it. "Alice!" - Alisa had left once James called 911. Starch was busy on the phone and Alice was clinging to him, neither noticed her slip out. The hero walked quickly down the hallway. She couldn't be here when authorities arrived. She would be accused or asked questions and she didn't feel like dealing with it. And she was not all that big on risking have a ghost cock in her again. She was moving so fast she didn't see the other student turn the corner until they collided. Alisa stumbled back while the boy fell to the ground. Right, running into a super strong person probably wasn't all that far off from running into a wall. She was about to apologize when she realized the boy was the same one who saw her with the Crowns. Mike. Shit. Mike groaned and stood up, "Well, hello to you to." Alisa flushed and coughed in mock embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't see you there." Mike waved his hand, "No problem. I wasn't looking for people either. Hmm, what are you doing here anyway?" Alisa silently cursed, but she had her excuse made up, "Just looking around. The clubs meet after school so I wanted to check them out. You?" "Sports. The track team just got done with practice. Just thought I'd say goodnight to Mr. Starch." Alisa didn't know how, but they ended up walking down the hall together, "Mr. Starch?" "Yea, he stays here late almost every night. Locks himself in his room and does paperwork." Alisa nearly stopped, but kept going, "So why say goodnight?" "Mr. Starch used to be the track team coach last year. He quit this year saying he was swamped with work. He was always working late but I guess it got worse." She felt like slapping herself. Was it really that obvious and she missed the signs? Alisa noticed Mike looking at her closely. Or looking at a part of her closely. Men. "Ahem." Mike blushed a bit and looked away, "Yea?" "My face is up here." Mike grinned, "Yea, but it's not the only good looking thing about you." It was her turn to blush lightly before grunting, "Is that how you pick up all the new girls?" "Only the ones it works on." "I guess Mr. Starch taught you more than how to run." Mike laughed, "He already start with you? Don't worry, it's all for fun. I've never seen him with a student." Maybe, but Alisa thought it was only half right. Just because no one saw him doesn't mean he wasn't with students. She could attest to that. - Alisa waited until school was over. It was all planned out. Her phone had a text ready to send to Andrew, she knew which room, and she knew just how to test her theory. She really hoped she was right or this would be a very humiliating first week of school. Alisa knocked on the door and stepped in when he answered. Mr. Starch was sitting at his desk. The teacher seemed slightly annoyed until he saw who it was. The lust was obvious. Alisa also saw his desk was clear, not a single paper or test on it. "Ms. Stanfield! What can I do for you?" James was all smiles. Alisa walked up and looked down shyly, "I need to talk to you, if it is ok." James nodded in understanding, "About last night, right?" Two nights, she figured. But she nodded. "Alice is ok, though she may be out for some time. Whoever did that to her didn't hurt her much." Alisa sighed, "I'm glad. But...I wanted to talk about something else." James cocked his head in question. Alisa took a deep breath like a confession, "I'm happy Alice is ok, but I was also a bit...jealous. Of you and her." "Jealous?" "Yes. I saw how you look at me Mr. Starch. I was too embarrassed to say it, but I think it's kind of flattering." His brows shot up, but he looked like he bought it. Alisa walked around the desk and stood in front of the seated teacher. Her blush was real, given the dent in his pants. "When I found you were going to be with Alice I was jealous, because I wanted the same from you..." James grabbed her wrist and pulled. Alisa squealed as she found herself in his arms. The pervert was already kissing lightly on her neck. "M..Mr. Starch!" "You said you were jealous, right? It's only you and me now." His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and ass as if he knew exactly were to go. Alisa slid down off the chair and knelt in front of him. James understood and quickly unzipped his pants. Alisa held back her disgust as his cock came out, but this was something the phantom hadn't done to her. Something new to keep him distracted. Blushing like the shy schoolgirl she was playing at, Alisa licked at his rod. Either she was a natural at this or James was not hard to please because the teacher groaned in pleasure as her tongue ran up and down his cock at random. Soon her tongue swirled around his tip and she lowered her mouth onto him. James' cock twitched as it was encased in her mouth and wrapped by her tongue. She really didn't know what to do, but the phantom had made Alice move her head. The blonde bobbed up and down with her tongue rubbing against his manhood each time. "Damn, Alisa!" James gasped and placed his hand on her head. Alisa kept the blowjob going as much as she could given her inexperience. Suddenly the hand on her head held her down on his cock. "Come on babe, take it all." Her eyes widened as he climaxed in her mouth. Slightly panicking, she gulped down as much as she could while the rest spilled out around her lips. When James finally let her go, Alisa coughed and gasped. James smiled, "First time?" Alisa nodded, then grabbed his neck in a flash, "And the last time with you." Now James was the one gasping as Alisa put her hand in her pocket and quietly sent her text. Looks like Jeff was right. Last night she had asked the old man about the phantom's body. If he was using it for sex, his body would be not only be easily aroused due to disconnect but he would also release a lot of cum since the phantom could not. Add that with how quickly James leapt at the idea of sex and his knowledge of her body and she knew. "James Starch, you have the bad luck to be in the presence of a hero." - "Face it. You loved it." Alisa snorted and clenched her fist. She had her man, now to wait for Andrew. James sat and smirked at her, "Denying it I see." "There is nothing to deny, rapist." Alisa didn't want to rise to his bait, but he was getting on her nerves. "Of course there is...how much you got off on it." James said. "Is that what you think when you hold girls down with no way for them to resist?" "Ah, but that was the part you loved. The dominating. I made you watch yourself getting fucked in the mirror and you loved it." Alisa glared at him coldly, "You have a sick mind." James shrugged, "So you didn't start playing with your own tits to get off? I sure didn't do that." She blushed and shook her head, "Mind your business. I don't have sex often at all." "Which is why you never realized your little fetish. Like a few minutes ago. I held down your head and you drank it all up like a good little slut." Alisa's face grew hot and she took a threatening step toward him, "It was all an act, you hear me? To keep you from knowing who I was." James shook his head, "Maybe in part. But I've used my power on a lot of girls, Alisa. I can tell a secret desire pretty fast. Anal, feet, oral, some things even I don't like to talk about. Trust me when I say glue only has so many uses." He stood up and took a step toward her. Alisa stepped back despite herself. James stepped again, and she stepped into the desk. His arms grabbed the desk on either side of her to cage her in. She could break him like a stick at any moment. Hell, a push would send him into the wall. Why wasn't she doing that? James leaned in and stopped a breath from her lips, "And your little secret, hero, is control. You love it most when someone else takes the reigns. Your biggest turn on is when your body is used." "No..." Alisa whispered out. James smiled and crushed his lips against her own. His hands grabbed her arms and held her there as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Alisa moaned into the kiss and sparks went up her spine when he pushed her onto the desk. Alisa struggled in his grip, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to use her super strength. James kissed her deeply before parting and smiling down at her. "See?" Alisa turned her head and spit, as if trying to get rid of his presence in her mouth. He just dipped a hand under her skirt and felt her panties, "You're wet down there." Alisa blushed deeper than ever and bit her lip as his fingers rubbed the damp fabric against her pussy. Her resistance broke when he used a finger to push her panties into her pussy. He poked into her over and over until she was arching her back up in pleasure. The teacher chuckled as he pushed in again and twisted around. The feeling of the damp fabric rubbing into her brought out a deep moan and a small orgasm. James looked ready to move away when Alisa wrapped her legs around him and pressed him closer. James raised a brow as Alisa sat up and clung to his chest, "Please..." "Please what, hero?" Alisa pushed her breasts against him and looked him in the eye, "Please fuck me. I need it!" James laughed and pushed Alisa back down on the desk. The blonde girl shivered as his erection rubbed against her panties. "You really are a slut aren't you?" Alisa nodded and ground against his pants as much as she could, "You got me so horny, just fuck me now. I need more than a ghost in me!" That seemed to strike a nerve in her teacher as his covered dick twitched, "That's right. I've been fucking girls all this time as a phantom. It feels the same, but it's not the same." Alisa cupped his pants with her hand and rubbed his cock through it. James groaned and the dent in his pants became worst quickly. Blushing, Alisa unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock for the second time that day. "Put it in me." Alisa said as she pumped his rod eagerly. James grabbed her hand and pulled it away. Alisa's look of confusion changed to surprise as he pulled her up and pushed her against the wall. The blonde moaned again as his hands mauled her breasts and his breath was against her ear. Her panties came down to her knees and his cock rubbed along her wet pussy. Alisa whined in impatience, earning a chuckle from her teacher. Super Slut Ch. 01 "It really does feel better with your own body. You just don't have the same connection as a phantom." Alisa took that as the signal and waited for him to enter her. Instead the feeling vanished for a moment before the tip of his cock poked at her other hole. Alisa's eyes went wide and she was about to protest when Starch lightly swatted her ass. She yelped in surprise more than anything, it wasn't enough to actually hurt a super strong hero. Still, that moment was what James used to enter her ass. Alisa had only had sex two times, and not once in the ass. Pain shot through her and she groaned as James pushed into her. "Don't worry, you will get used to it." "No! It hurts! Use my pussy!" James spanked her again, "No. I'm going to fuck you in the ass, slut." His hands left her breasts and grabbed her hips as he slowly moved in and out of her. After a while the pain slowly vanished and Alisa became used to the large cock in her. Her pants turned into ones of pleasure as James picked up speed. But he was still moving too fast for her to be completely comfortable. "Slow down...it's my first time." James just thrust faster. Alisa cried out as he carved into her ass faster and harder. Both her ass and pussy were on fire as he roughly fucked her. Alisa pressed her face and breasts against the wall for support while he pumped deeper into her. "Feel good, slut?" Alisa moaned in pleasure, then yelped again as he spanked her. "I said, do you like having your body used?" "Yes! Please, fuck me harder!" James did. He bottomed out in her ass, nearly making her climax right then as he shoved into her over and over. James actually finished first. As bad as it was for Alisa, James was pumping into a tight ass not used to anal and couldn't handle it. As his climax hit he pulled out of her ass and pierced right into her pussy to orgasm. The sudden penetration along with her pussy being filled with cum made Alisa orgasm as well. Once he was done James pulled out and let Alisa slump to the floor. The teacher quickly zipped up and knelt down to the school girl. "So, how was getting fucked in the ass?" Alisa sat up against the wall and smiled, "Pretty good. Send a postcard letting me know how you like it." "What?" Was all he got before the door was kicked open and James found a gun aimed at his head. Alisa stood up gingerly and pointed to the man who just entered, "Thanks for that, Mr. Starch. You lasted just enough to let him come on time." Realization sunk into James as Andrew walked into the room, "James Starch. You are under arrest by the Brotherhood of Heroes. You will be taken to confinement especially suited to keep you and your spirit locked up on charges of abuse of power and rape." James stared at Alisa and shook with rage, "You bitch!" James flung himself at the girl. Happy the moment had finally come; Alisa clenched her fist and slammed it into his face. Starch was sent flying over his desk onto the floor. - Alisa lay on her bed in thought. James was long gone to some Brotherhood cell. She and her team had celebrated their first big time victory in Allston, though Andrew had been furious that Alisa had sex with the enemy. She didn't really know how to answer him. She had indeed let him fuck her to keep him in one place. But she had only done that because she realized that James was somewhat right. She had found pleasure in the way he roughly used her and other girls. She personally hated him, but the feelings themselves were not. So she had to take control of the situation using her own desires. Starch wouldn't pass up a chance to fuck a willing girl, and Jeff's research tipped her off that he might be unhappy with how his phantom power worked. Still, the pleasure she felt in the bathroom and the classroom were very real. "Well then." Alisa sat up and nodded to herself. If that was her turn on, the solution might be simple. She just needed to keep her sexual frustration down. James got the jump on her because his goal was sex, and Alisa was inexperienced and starved for sex. She would need to pay attention to her urges more. "Damn it." She had no toys herself. That meant either buy them herself and risk being seen or go to Kim. She was almost afraid to think of what the other girl might have in stock. Super Slut Ch. 02 In Allston there were three major gangs. The Crowns, the Aces, and the Blue Devils. The gold Crowns were the most powerful and dealt in extortion and protection, the Blue Devils ran most of the garages and chop shops around town and ran illegal races or courier runs. The red Aces were the most violent, owning the gambling and sex trade. Alisa looked down at one such gambling den located in an isolated alley. Two bouncers stood guard at the heavy metal door. The place itself was a convenience store on the front with the setup in the back. Families and old people bought chips or bread through the front door, and scum played cards and got laid through the back. That was stopping tonight. Alisa jumped down and landed right in front of the bouncers. Before either could react, or get their eyes of her tits, she grabbed their necks and hit their heads together. The two fell to the ground with a thud. When she had first come to Allston she might have been able to flirt her way in. With her breasts barely held by a red bikini top under an open jacket and her black skirt only just covering her panties most men shut down their brains when they saw her. Even if she was wearing a grey cloth and red cap over her head to hide her identity. But she had spent the last week and or so hitting Ace operations, they knew a hero was out to get them. Ah well, it saved her the trouble of pretending to like the thugs she might have flirted with. Andrew had gotten her the layout of the building, so she knew what to expect. An average sized room meant for storage now converted into a gambling den, with a small section devoted to the showgirls. The Aces filled the ranks of their sex trade with females that were both willing and unwilling. Alisa tapped the door lightly, it was well made. Shame it didn't mean shit to her. A firm kick not only dented the metal inward but also ripped it off its hinges. Alisa was inside before the door even hit the ground. She jumped and landed on a blackjack table as the people stared. An Ace wearing the red shirt of the gang swore, "It's the slut, get her!" Alisa's eye twitched at the word slut. Memories of James Starch still enraged her and this school dropout was not helping. So she stepped off the table, grabbed the same thug, and lifted him up and into the table hard enough to crack the wood. The Aces charged at her like the idiots they were. Some of the smarter ones with guns stayed back and opened fire. Alisa dodged and ducked between the gambling equipment before striking out at them. One by one they went down until the gang members were out cold on the floor. That done, Alisa kicked open the door to the sex section. There were three working girls inside; two were huddled in the corner in fear. The third was kneeling on a bed facing her with a knife at her neck by the half-naked Ace kneeling behind her. If someone's life wasn't in danger, Alisa might have laughed at the sight of a thug caught with his pants off. Now she was thinking of ways to keep her neck intact. The thug pushed the blade closer once the door went down, "Stop fucking there! I will fucking kill this bitch! God damn, why the fuck did you show up when I'm trying to get some fucking pussy!?" "Ok, ok, I heard you after the first F bomb." Alisa stood at the entrance and glared at him. The twitchy ones were the worst. He seemed to calm down slightly. The girl whimpered in fear as hero and thug stared each other down. "Let her go and you get to keep your teeth." Alisa clenched her fist to enhance her warning. The Ace licked his lips and shook his head, "You calm the fuck down before I open her up!" "Kill her and there is nothing keeping me from opening YOU up." The thug gulped at that. The Brotherhood of Heroes did not forbid killing, but strong discouraged it. Situations happened that required lethal force. As long as members did not kill innocents or build a high body count they were not punish. Alisa had never actually killed a person. She did really know if she could only kill once, or keep going. Besides she was not ready to waste her first kill on some street punk. "Show me your tits." "Huh?" Alisa blinked stupidly. The hell did just say? The thug nodded, "So me the goods or I cut this bitch." What the fuck? He could have bought his freedom or tried to learn her identity, but he wants her to show some skin? Looking at the knife, Alisa slowly reached back and undid the string holding her top. The Ace whistled as her full breasts bounced free. "Damn, that's nice. Now suck me off." Alisa looked at him, "Are you stupid?" "Fuck you bitch! You cost me this bitch's pussy! I'll take it from a hero instead." Idiot, she won. It was still humiliating and Alisa walked up to him with an angry blush beneath her mask. His erection poked out between the prostitute's legs, she knelt awkwardly on the ground to be level to it. Mindful of the thug leering at her, Alisa lifted up the grey cloth enough to free her lips to cover his cock. The Ace gasped as the blonde slut began moving her head along his length. She bobbed and sucked for a few seconds before she stopped. "The fuck!" He looked down and paled. The hero smiled at him with her hand wrapped around his cock. She slowly applied pressure as the situation sunk in. "You bitch!" "Super strength, remember? I honestly can't believe you let your cock think for you like that." It was getting painful down there now. "I...I still have this whore's life in my hands!" Alisa squeezed harder until he yelped in pain, "And I can rip this off without a second thought at any time. Is killing her really worth being a eunuch?" The Ace looked down at her, "Uhhhhh....." "Someone without their man-bits." The thug gulped and let the knife drop from his hand. Alisa stood up in victory, and eagerly punched his lights out. - "Busy night?" Grant Collins asked after taking a drink of his coffee. "Busted a gambling ring behind that store I told you about." Alisa said as she looked out at the buildings. Grant nodded, "I'll send some men I can trust. Or at least send someone not on Ace payroll." Grant was chief of police in Allston, with all the problems that brought. Three major gangs tearing at each other and others, smaller gangs trying to rise up, many corrupt cops, and even more corrupt politicians. And he was not completely pleased with her either. Every time he looked at Alisa in her skimpy outfit, the forty-four year old man raised a disapproving brow. But he was more than thankful the Brotherhood had sent someone and the two of them had been working together to break up the gangs. Alisa walked over the edge of the Police Headquarters roof and yawned, "Is it a good idea to just send anyone? Some of them might be working for the Crowns or Devils." "Good. Might move them to take out the Aces for us. Or at least show them that our young hero means business." Alisa grunted and turned back to him, "So, why the meeting?" It was late and she wanted sleep before school. Grant finished off the coffee and tossed it aside before pulling out a folder. Alisa took it and looked inside. Pictures of a brown haired man with a scar over his left eye mixed with pictures of a younger man with similar hair. They had to be father and son. "The man with the scar is Brian Kilkin. The head of the Aces and one of the worst humans I have ever known. His good for nothing son is Brandon. He doesn't do much but drink and whore." Alisa already knew this from Jeff. The old man had files on all three gang leaders, "Ugly bastard." Grant nodded, "As you might know, Kilkin owns the Red Sand Casino. Only halfway legit business he runs. Besides raking in the blackjack money, he also sells out women for sex and pushes drugs from his little castle. All my efforts to get a mole in there have failed." "So you want me to bust down the door?" "No, that doesn't do much. Brian will see about five seconds of jail before he walks out. What we need is evidence, proof that can land him behind bars for a while. We shut down the Red Sand and Brandon takes over the Aces. The punk will either run the operation into the ground without daddy, or he messes up and we bust him as well." Alisa nodded. Sounded very complicated, she preferred just cracking skulls. But whatever floated the Chief's boat. "So who are you sending in?" "You." Alisa looked up from the folder and raised a brow, "Huh?" Grant seemed mildly amused, "I set it up with your team. The Red Sand is hiring showgirls. Kilkin doesn't risk bringing kidnapped women into the place. Get a job, serve some drinks, and tell me what you find." Now this was sounding poorly thought out, "I am a hero, Chief, not a sex bunny!" "Then don't apply to be a sex bunny, girl. Work on the casino floor. Hell, try and make janitor just get in there." "This is a risk to my identity! If I won't tell you it I sure as hell don't want some thugs finding it!" "As long as you don't punch a hole in the wall who is going to know?" The argument went on for another hour before Alisa consented. Then she had all but flown to the skyscraper she lived in. When the elevator opened up, her pent up rage exploded as she kicked over a couch and roared for her team. Jeff, Andrew, and Kim entered the living room. Kim smiled nervously, "Mission was a success, Alisa?" Alisa clenched her fist and glared at them, "What the FUCK people!" Andrew righted the couch and sat down, "This is a prime opportunity to hurt the Aces." "How about we do it without getting me molested by some pervert gambler!" Jeff sighed, "Relax child! Heroes go undercover all the time. It's not like you are going to be putting down 'superhero' on your application!" Kim snickered, "And I hear the Red Sand pays good. Nothing like a part time job." - Alisa licked and sucked his cock all over; her tongue didn't miss a single part of his length. The thug groaned at the feeling her lips up and down his rod. He held on for a few minutes before his cock twitched and blew his load in her mouth. The blonde hero swallowed as much as she could manage, even licking the remains off his cock. Suddenly the thug tossed the whore away and grabbed Alisa's shoulders. She was pulled up and thrown on the bed before being rolled onto her stomach. The Ace pushed up her skirt and pulled her underwear aside, then rammed his cock into her pussy. Alisa moaned as he thrust into her wet opening with surprising force for a man that just came. His hands slid between her and the bed and played with her breasts while his manhood carved into her. She was being pinned down and violated, and she liked it. The movement stopped and Alisa whined in frustration before yelling in surprise. The thug turned over on this back, pulling Alisa up on top of him. The thrusting continued and Alisa pressed her hands on his chest to balance herself. His hands rubbed and pushed her breasts together like he didn't know what to do with them. He clearly knew what to do with her pussy as he speared her over and over. Her pussy was more than wet by now and Alisa reveled in the way his cock slid so deeply into her. He lay there and fucked her for longer then she could keep track off before cumming in her pussy... Alisa woke herself up with the force of her orgasm. She didn't need to look or feel to tell that the sheets were soaked. Having forced herself wide awake, she threw off the covers and sighed. That was a pretty big stain down there. She had worn only her bra and panties to bed, and those panties were about as wet as they could get. Alisa peeled them off and tossed her underwear into the hamper. Once she had changed into dry ones she allowed herself to think. What had she been doing, dreaming like that? Fantasizing about that scumbag pressing her down and reaming her pussy...Alisa stopped that train of thought at once. Instead she glared at the object on her nightstand like it was at fault. Kim had given her one of her old dildos after some teasing questions. The techie had moved on to what she called 'bigger and better things'. Alisa used it almost every night since Starch had been caught, but she had been too tired and pissed to do it. Was she really that sexually frustrated? Swearing, Alisa pulled the covers back over her and forced herself to sleep. - "What's up, Stanfield?" It was lunch, and Alisa was talking to Rebecca. Ever since the incident with James the two girls had mildly improved their relationship. Alisa still thought the student president was a stuck up bitch, and Rebecca had no problem saying how the blonde new girl was an attention grabbing skank. But walking into a bathroom to see that new girl being fucked by a ghost and then having said skank save you from being raped does tend to make a small bond. Rebecca had not said so much as a word about that though. The Academy taught that civilians who witness such unnatural events try to rationalize and ignore them. The voice interrupted their talk, and both girls glared at the boy who spoke. Mike was the first civilian to see Alisa in her hero outfit. She didn't think he knew who she was, and he had even given her a hint that busted Starch. He was also a proud pervert who had stopped trying to hide his looks at her breasts or ass after a few days. "Mike. Busy day?" Rebecca said curtly. The brown haired boy sat down across from them and munched on some chips, "The usual. But watching two well-endowed females getting along raises my spirits." Alisa and Rebecca blushed in anger and the blonde girl snorted, "I doubt that's the only thing that rose." Chris snapped his fingers, "Bingo." Alisa sort of liked Mike. He was usually a normal guy, if not too laid-back and unconcerned. Alisa was less happy with his obvious perverted interests. But his open and confident attitude was endearing when it didn't make her want to slap him. Sadly random acts of violence were not part of the shy, polite schoolgirl she pretended to be. Rebecca sighed and twirled her own brown hair, "Really Mike, you need a girlfriend to whip you into shape." "Ha, no thanks. Never again." Hmmm? They glanced at each other as Mike settled into his burger, "You had a girlfriend?" Mike nodded, "Over the summer." Alisa was interested, "What was she like?" "Sexy, looked sinful in a swimsuit. Fucked like an animal." Rebecca slammed the table and Alisa pinched her nose in irritation. He just grunted and continued, "Fine, fine. Really just a ball of lust and energy. One hell of a swimmer though." "What happened?" "Found her fucking a girl one day. She had decided she liked eating pussy more than sucking cock...GAH!" Rebecca had no such limits on her personality. So the president had leaned over and slapped him across the face. "Language!" "You asked..." Mike rubbed his cheek tenderly. Alisa ducked her head a bit as half the cafeteria looked at them, "Sorry that happened." Mike snorted with some bitterness, "So was I. Guess I ended up better for it." Rebecca growled, "By better, you mean perverted?" "What can I say; she gave me an appreciation for the female body." "Some would call it sexual harassment." "Not if you two would just say yes." Rebecca flared up in anger and Alisa was a breath away from slapping him herself when the bell rang. Mike spun on his seat and ran off before either could get a word out. Alisa sighed and stood, "He's fast." "He is the best on the track team. If only his personality was a little better he might get some girls." "You think some girls would like how eager he is to have sex." Rebecca sighed, "Yeah, some are now that I think of it. I guess the problem really is that he is a picky pervert. He only acts that way to people he chooses." "Like us?" Alisa still remembered a few days ago when he had somewhat subtly hinted the two girls would make a great pair for a threesome. Since Alisa wasn't attracted to other females she firmly refused. "Only us apparently. It's what we get for being so beautiful." Alisa laughed. The rest of the day went by fast until the time she dreaded came. She had gone home and tossed on some clothing. What do you even wear when trying to get a job at a casino? With Kim's help she chose a matching red skirt and low-cut short sleeve. The Red Sand lived up to its name as a three story red building. The ground floor was the largest with all the assorted gambling set ups for the masses. The smaller next floor was a club to drink and dance. The top floor, the smallest, was topped with a glass pyramid for a roof and housed the offices for the Kilkin's and casino management. She heard the basement was a lounge for high rollers and the high up Aces, but Grant couldn't confirm that. Seemed like every Ace that was arrested was more afraid of Kilkin than some jail time. The bouncers at the door smirked like idiots when she told them she was looking for a job. One barked into his earpiece and soon she was led to the third floor offices. Kilkin owned the Red Sand, but he was too busy running a gang to keep up with it. He apparently didn't trust his son to do it, since the manager was a man named Rob Alphon. He looked like he was made to be a manager the same way Jeff was born to become the know it all old man he was. A thin body that fit his suit and a pinched face that looked ready to give orders on the spot. Then again, when you have to run a casino owned by a criminal the stress might as well be stamped on the job description. Brian must pay him a lot to keep at it. And as his eyes filled with lust the minute he saw her, Alisa guessed he reaped some other benefits from being the boss. Rob shuffled through the many papers on his desk as Alisa stood there, "So you are interested in employment at the Red Sand?" Alisa nodded, "Yes, sir." Rob nodded approvingly and finally found the paper he was looking for, "The bouncer said you wanted a waitress job. You would be required to bring food and drinks to the patrons and take orders back to the kitchens. Night hours, minimum wage." Minimum? Cheap bastards, "Sounds good." The manager scribbled down her name and age down on the sheet, "Please step into the room to your left. All applicants must try on their work uniforms. After this interview, the Red Sand does not accept complaints about workplace apparel." When Alisa stepped into the small fitting room, she realized why there had probably been a lot of past complaints. Her uniform was a tight fitting red outfit that left her legs and shoulders bare. So tight she couldn't even wear underwear under it. The only things it did sort of cover were her pussy, ass, and breasts. Not even that, she realized as she put it on, since it pushed up her breasts and only just hit her lower parts. Some red heels completed the look. Oh did she hate heels. Rob nodded approvingly when she stepped out and walked behind her. "Good fit. Now there are just a few rules." Alisa nodded, "Like?" "We don't exactly cater to well-mannered people here. Some drunk is probably going to cop a feel on you." His hand pressed on her ass as a demonstration. Alisa clenched her teeth and didn't turn around. "That happens, don't worry. Don't hit the guy either. Security will take care of it." The hand hadn't left her ass and Alisa was getting annoyed, "I got it." "The other rule is do as you're told. I or the bosses tell you to do something, you do it. Like if I say I want my cock sucked." Alisa nodded in resignation, "Understood." "Smart girl." He gave her ass a squeeze then went back to sit at his desk and unzip his pants. Alisa clenched her fist for a second before walking over and kneeling down. The hero pulled out Rob's dick and stroked it uncertainly. She experience with this was very limited to her first time and once with Starch. Rob didn't seem all that impressed either since he had her skip to the mouth. Alisa was a little better with this and Rob groaned when her lips clamped down on his rod. Like before Alisa sort of winged it and moved her head on his dick with her tongue rubbing against it. Every time she had enough of him in her mouth she would stop and suck on it before going back to bobbing. She seemed to have a natural talent for this since Rob soon grabbed her head and pulled her off his cock. His orgasm went off on her face, much to her bemusement. Super Slut Ch. 02 Rob tossed her a cloth he unbelievably kept in his desk before nodding, "So when can you start?" - The next week made Alisa develop a dual hatred for the service industry and people. Her shifts had her walking the casino floor delivering food and drinks to patrons. She also had her ass smacked more than most newborns. But, if nothing else, Rob had been right. In the few times someone decided they wanted to do more than tip Alisa, security had tossed them out fast. Kilkin probably figured it wasn't worth having one of the workers run to the police about abuse. Grant would have people in here faster than the Aces could blink. Other than that, things could be worst. Most of the workers were friendly enough and no one from school was around to see her. She had expected Rob to make another move on her, but thankfully he found another new girl to fuck. Every time her shift ended she met one of Grant's loyalists to drop off her report. The young detective only saw her in her hero outfit, so her cover was intact. Alisa was getting ready for her shift with two other girls when Rob burst in. Alisa had luckily gotten into her outfit, but the two others were in different stages of undress. Alphon didn't seem that interested in their tits however. He actually looked a little panicked as he counted the three of them. "You three, you're off the floor." They looked at each other with wide eyes. How the hell did she manage to get fired in a week? Rob tapped the door impatiently and shook his head. "For fucks sake people! Did I say you were fired? I need you on the top floor pronto!" The brunette next to Alisa actually whistled. After the interview, Alisa had not seen the third floor at all. If the common workers were being sent up, that meant... "Private party?" The blonde next to her said. Rob nodded, "Mr. Kilkin is meeting some associates for a meeting. Real short notice. You three and two others will see to their needs." The manager stepped in and closed to door firmly. The blonde gulped and Alisa put on her best nervous face. "Now let me be really clear about this. You will serve drinks, set down food, and send the rest of the meeting staring at the wall. You will be deaf and mute. Each of you will get a nice little bonus if you take whatever you think you hear in that office to the grave. Or you will go to that grave. Can I be any more fucking clear?" The three of them nodded vigorously. This little sleaze ball didn't scare Alisa. But what she might hear in that meeting was enough to make her nod like her head would fall off. - Alisa put the glass on the table and inwardly grimaced as a hand caressed her ass. The whenever he got low enough he would run his hand across her barely covered pussy. Sometimes he even pressed the fabric against her in some light fingering. Alisa endured it by thinking of his teeth being punched in. "I like the new girls Rob found." Brandon Kilkin told his father. In the five minutes she had known him Alisa had learned that Brandon lived up to his reputation as a dirty thug. His father, who nodded while having the brunette suck his cock under the desk, was only slightly better. Only because, unlike his son, Brian was smart. Brian Kilkin had the cold eyes of a killer and every move he made seemed to scream murder. With his brains it was not hard to see how he had built up the Aces. Brandon so far seemed dumb as a post. Which made him the perfect replacement to run the Aces if daddy went to jail. Brian took a gulp of the whisky on his desk, "Maybe I should pay him more. Nah." Father and son laughed under the night sky. The office was Ace red and filled with leather couches and seats and tables made from wood Alisa was sure didn't come from around here. Aside from the pyramid like roof, a large window with a view of Allston was behind Brian. Brandon gave her another squeeze before sending her off. Alisa walked back to the wall and stood with the other four servers. She was the only one not sweating in fear of having their head lopped off; she was trembling with excitement as the door opened. As the hero of Allston, this would be her first time seeing all there crime lords in person. The first to come in was Billy Rust, the leader of the Blue Devils. He played the part of biker boss well with his blue hat and black leather jacket. Under that he wore a blue button up and pants. His blue eyes were hidden by shades and he was sporting a bushy beard. Rust and Brandon clapped hands and the Devil tipped his hat to Brian. He sat down ordered a beer at once, "Gotta hope the Red Sand has my brand." He roared with laughter that only Brandon bothered to go along with. They seemed comfortable with each other, interesting. George Roy came in soon after. Out of all the criminals in Allston, the head of the Crowns was the most powerful. He was a large black man that seemed to tower over everyone in the room. He wore a white suit with a golden tie, vest, and scarf draped over his shoulders. Alisa didn't see a single hair on his head, though he had a stubble. Roy's dark eyes roamed around the room before sitting down. Alisa stepped up to take his order, but the crime boss waved her off. "Nothing for me. I just want to get to business." Brian's lips twitched into a frown. It was clear that he would love to toss his guest out the window, but that wouldn't end well. Besides George looked like he could snap the slightly plump Kilkin in half. "Fine. The business is that bitch moving in on our city." Should she be pleased they had called a meeting for her or worried? Billy set down his beer and shrugged, "The hero? She aint been seen 'round my parts. Wouldn't mind folding her over my hood though." Brandon smile was killed at once by a glare from his father, "And how long is that going to last, Rust? That is the same fucking idea that shuts down operations." The Blue Devil snorted, "So she can toss a car? Not one of those bullet proof types now is she? The hero is some young thing with a pair of tits and some strong arms. We just gotta aim for that blonde little head." Alisa felt her eye twitch in anger. The hell did it matter if she was bullet proof? This hick was putting her down for that? Was his skull proofed against her fist? Brian seemed to share some of her feelings. The Ace scowled in disgust and turned to George Roy. The Crown had stayed silent since arriving and now shrugged himself. "We wait." Brian was surprised, "What?" "I said, wait. What do any of us know about her? She is super strong, and young? Do we know what she really looks like, where she lives, or what cover she might have? We don't have enough to make a move." "We don't have time for that! She could be out there right now busting another deal or knocking out a crew. We need to nip this bitch in the bud now people depend on her more than they fear us!" "Fear you, boy." Rust said, "Not Blue Devils or Crowns going around and taking women off the street. Sure I might jack a car or smuggle contraband in a bike. Roy here might charge people to walk down a street or to not get their asses beat. But it's the Aces that put people in debt or get their daughters fucked." Brian went as red as his office, "You piece of shit! And what happens if the bitch takes me down? Huh? Are you just going to hide in your trailer and hope she doesn't knock on the door?" Rust stood up and glared at Kilkin. Brian stood up as well. Brandon looked between them nervously. The other girls were staring straight ahead like the criminals were just ghosts. Alisa was watching the whole thing intently, her eyes going to each of them as they spoke. When she looked at George Roy, he was looking right at her. Suddenly the Crown boss stood up, "If this is all that's going to happen, I have business to do." That seemed to break the tension somewhat as Brian snapped his eyes on Roy, "Hmph. George walked out without another word. Rust sat down and took a deep gulp of his beer, glaring at Brian the whole time. With a sigh of relief, Brandon stood up. His father was much less relaxed. He turned to Alisa and the other girls and jerked his head. "All of you fuck off." Brandon opened his mouth to protest before he was cut off, "Out. Now. My son will be too busy learning the family business to stick his cock in any of you." As they left, Alisa caught Brandon eyeing her. Great. She was walking down the hall when the girl in front of her stopped. Narrowly avoiding a crash, Alisa glared at her then up the hall. George Roy stood there, not even pretending to listen to Rob talk as the manager was probably mounting bullshit on him. The Crown looked at Alisa and pointed. Rob followed the finger and nodded quickly before call her over. Rob was quick and to the point, "Mr. Roy here would like to spend some time with you." No room for argument, in his works or eyes. Alisa had no desire to spend 'time' with the Crown boss, but no normal worker would say no to her boss and the most powerful criminal in Allston. - Rob let them borrow his office after Roy not so subtly said so. The manager caved fast under pressure, Alisa wondered how well he would do in interrogation. Her main problem was the man next to her. This was a golden moment, but Alisa couldn't hope to get a knocked out George out of the casino. Killing him would only set off a gang war so big Grant might have a heart attack. Roy pointed at the desk, "Lean over there." Any normal girl would have slapped him. But he was George Roy, and she was a server at the Red Sand. So Alisa walked over to the desk and bent over with her arms out against the edge. His hands were soon all over her barely covered body. They cupped her ass and slid up her sides before squeezing her breasts. Alisa blushed lightly as he kneaded her mounds, he was surprisingly tender. James Starch had been rough with her. While she may or may not have got off on that, there was something to be said for a softer touch. Roy leaned in until he was formed against her back. His erection poked at her and his breath was on her neck. She shivered and breathed in when her outfit was pulled down to let her breasts free. Just as his hands went to playing with her bare breasts he moved his mouth near her ear, "Don't react strangely. Act normal." Huh? Alisa turned her head slightly, and then turned it back when he pinched her nipples. "You're just a girl getting fucked. Nothing else. Not a mole for Grant." Oh shit. Now Alisa kept her face forward to avoid his eyes. "Hmph, you don't even deny it. Good. Rust and Kilkin might have cops in their pocket but I run payroll where it counts. You feed info to the new hero, who spills it to Grant." Relief flooded through her. She was about to kill him for finding her identity, but this could work. A hand left her breast and roamed down to cup her pussy. The thin fabric of her outfit ground against her and forced a light moan out of her. Roy smiled, "Good. That little shit Rob is probably right outside. All he needs to hear from you is moans. Got it?" Alisa nodded. George pushed aside the fabric and pushed two fingers in her pussy. Alisa's pants from the two digits pumping her were very real. The whole situation was oddly exciting. "Now listen close. The hero and I have a common interest in seeing this place go down. I open the door for that, and she owes me a favor. Got it?" Alisa nodded again. In response he added a third digit to the finger fuck. She was more than wet by that time and was feeling the first tingling of an orgasm. "Two days from now Brian Kilkin is planning on leaving town by plane. I got the pilot to tell me that his boss was meeting with some dealers. I think he needs a trip to a cell. Tell the hero, and just the hero. What she does with it is up to her." Alisa nodded yet again. The deal was all in her favor anyway. Satisfied, Roy's fingers left her pussy. Alisa looked back just in time to see his cock come out. The Crown straightened up and guided his manhood into her. He was leagues bigger than Starch, a large cock he buried into her. Alisa gripped the table as Roy drove into her wet pussy. His hands grabbed her breasts again and rolled her tips between his fingers. Alisa moaned loudly and moved her hips against him, desperate to feel more of him in her. He obliged and pumped into her until she was sure she was going to break the desk. Her climax hit first making her eardrums in more danger of breaking. George pulled out and blew his load across her ass and back. Alisa slumped down and rested against the desk while the Crown zipped up. He gave a quick nod before opening the door. Sure enough Rob appeared quickly from his place near the corner. Roy either must have liked the sex or wanted to get on the hero's good side, since he recommended Alisa get the rest of her shift off. If only he knew it was both. - Two days later Alisa punched in for her last day of work. Before she stepped into the dressing room she looked around the casino floor. Andrew was sitting at a blackjack table; he actually seemed pretty good at it. She had decided to nab Brian Kilkin herself, and then turn him in. She didn't know how George Roy found out about her, but her bet was the detective she reported to. Even if he hadn't found a way to buy off one of Grant's trusted men she couldn't risk the Aces hearing about a raid. She would work for an hour, grab Andrew on her break, change up and get Brian. While Andrew took the criminal to Grant Alisa would go back to work and erase any proof that she was involved. That was the plan, anyway. Alisa was about to put on her work clothes when the door opened. As if some higher power decided to mess with her, Brandon Kilkin walked in with two other girls. Brandon beamed when he saw her, "Prefect timing! One more for our celebration." "Celebration?" "Yep! Dad's going out of town for a while and I get to watch over things. Me and the girls were going to have some fun. You can join us." Yea, no. Alisa didn't like having some old gamblers touch her but she wasn't all that fond of spending time with this thug. "I'm sorry sir, but it's my shift..." Brandon held up a hand, "Rob can choke on it. The boss told you to stay here and fuck me, so that's what you are going to do. Got it?" Alisa clenched her fist and nodded. "Good. Sit on the dressing table..." Brandon ordered the other two as well. Alisa sat naked on the edge of the table and blushed when the black haired girl he took from the bar slid up her lap to face her. Alisa wasn't attracted to other women but the bartender sure did from the way she pressed their breasts together. The brown haired girl, another serving girl, was busy sucking Kilkin to hardness. Once he was ready he walked up to them and slid his cock between their pussies. The bartender licked at her neck and breasts playfully. Alisa blushed as she felt Brandon's manhood poke at their stomachs. He was getting some lubricant as well since both girls were growing wet from the friction. Suddenly the bartender cried out, Brandon had chosen to penetrate her first. Alisa could count this as the first time she was pinned under someone being fucked. Kilkin thrust forcefully enough into her to make the girl bounce against Alisa. The added movement against her was starting to drive Alisa crazy, they were still close enough for his cock to rub against her own pussy while reaming the bartender. Brandon noticed her soft moans and leaned in close. Besides pushing the two girls even closer it let him brush Alisa's lips. "You want it next?" Alisa shook her head. Brandon crushed his lips against her own and forced his tongue in. Alisa moaned into the kiss as he ravaged her mouth while fucking another female. One of his hands made its way between the two girls and squeezed Alisa's breast with practiced skill. At the same time his pace picked up in the bartender, which meant the friction against her own pussy increased. She was so worked up by then she couldn't tell how much of the wetness down there was hers. Brandon pumped the bartender before cumming in her. She gave off a loud moan right in Alisa's ear before resting against the blonde hero for support. It wasn't like Alisa had much say in the matter anyway. Kilkin finally broke the kiss and pulled his cock out of the bartender. After letting the blonde server smother his manhood in her breasts he was back to hardness soon enough. "How about now?" Bastard. It wasn't like he was really going to stop if she said no. He just did this for make her horny. And she was really horny now. Alisa ground her teeth and nodded, hoping he wasn't the type to ask her "What she wanted and where". Thankfully he wasn't. He just thrust his cock into her pussy and took off. The serving girl pulled the bartender off her and buried her head in her pussy. The black haired girl was revived quickly and rolling on the floor with her playmate. Brandon used the free space to bury his head in her breasts, licking and sucking her flesh lustily. Alisa wrapped her legs around him in her own lustful drive. Over his head Alisa saw the two others eating each other out. Brandon hammered her pussy until the juices were dripping from the table. Without warning he hugged her close and climaxed. Alisa panted heatedly as he filled her with cum. Brandon looked at her cockily and leaned in for a kiss, "How did the boss do?" Alisa pulled up a smile and even cupped his face, "Hard and rough. Like this." He raised his brow just as she clenched her fist and punched him. The Ace staggered for a second before falling over. The other girls yelled in alarm and untangled themselves from their lovemaking. Alisa gritted her teeth and jumped at them. As lightly as she could she knocked their heads together and put them out like Brandon. It was not ideal, but she couldn't let them go running onto the floor naked. Alisa looked down at herself, naked and covered in both her and Brandon's fluids, and swore. She had really gotten turned on by that? Dreaming about getting fucked by a thug was one thing, actually letting one fuck her was another. Shaking her head Alisa grabbed her clothing bag and ran up the service stairs. She would just wait for Andrew and then they would nab Brian. - Alisa and Andrew ran down the hallway. Alisa had abandoned her heels to run faster, Brian Kilkin was not going to escape because she tripped. They were halfway down the hallway when Andrew stopped short. Alisa slowed down and glared at him. "Come on! We need to hurry." Her support just stood there and looked around, "Where is everyone?" "Huh?" "It's empty. Why have no guards or even casino staff run into us?" Alisa looked around now and realized he was right. She had been so pissed off about Brandon and eager to bust his father that she hadn't noticed. It was not that late, the top floor of the Red Sand should be full of life. But the hall was silent. Not the silence of calm or quiet, but of death. A shiver went up Alisa's spin as the two took off. They reached the door without finding a single sign of life. Alisa kicked the door with all her might, and a looming fear. When the door fell down, that fear came up her throat with some food. The red office was now a blood red that covered the floor, walls, and dripped from the ceiling. Scraps of flesh decorated the rich leather couches and fine wood furniture. The heads that lay on the table told her that the Ace lieutenants and Rob Alphon would no longer be going to jail. The hero bent over and fought to keep her lunch down. She couldn't let go here. Because they were not the only people in the gore covered office. The killer was dressed in all black, a long robe and hooded cloak. The figure was slim, but Alisa couldn't make out the gender. The face was covered in black as well, only a white mask shaped like a skull stared at them. A large metal scythe was impaled in the corpse of Brian Kilkin. In all, the killer looked like the Grim Reaper jumped out of a fairy tale. The two heroes and the black killer watched each other for a fraction of a second before the scene broke. The black mass shifted and Andrew pulled out his gun and fired. The killer leapt in the air, landed on the table, and kicked. Alisa paled even more as Rob's face, frozen in a look of pure terror, sailed past her. Andrew knocked aside another head and shot more bullets. The killer moved like some sort of demon from hell and dodged every one. Finally Alisa found her strength and stepped forward. She picked up the table and swung it at her enemy. Then she blinked as the killer crouched easily on the table and ran toward her. A few rounds from Andrew forced the killer off and back next to Bran. Instead of try and fight two enemies in a closed space, the killer kicked the chair the body was in. The force broke the window and sent both Bran and the killer down. Andrew reached the edge first, followed by a shaken Alisa. They could see the bloody landing, but no sign of the killer. Super Slut Ch. 02 Alisa stepped back and leaned against the desk. She faced the window and breathed the night air deeply, not so much as glancing at the office behind her. That couldn't even be described. It was something she had never thought to see. Bad things happened, the Brotherhood taught that. But that black monster had not killed them, it slaughtered the Aces. Just that made Alisa finally lean over and wretch. Andrew's hand was on her arm soon after, his face stern. If this touching him, he did not show it. "Come on." "But..." "The police will be here soon. No matter what, Grant cannot see a young, blonde girl anywhere near this office." This was true, but Alisa didn't want to turn around, "That person, it did this." Andrew nodded, "This is not something for police." Alisa looked up at him with narrowed eyes, "You know it?" "Know OF it. This is my first time ever seeing it. If we want to see the sun rise we need to get back now." Alisa stood up and took a deep breath. She just needed to stall one more second to build up her courage, "What is it?" Andrew was already at the door. That alone was enough to tell her he was scared. And that scared her. "You might know it too, from your days at the Academy. The Brotherhood has many enemies, and that is one of them. We don't know its name or gender, so we just call it the Hero Slayer." Suddenly, the gory room did not seem so bad. Super Slut Ch. 03 The murder of a major crime lord in his own office had sent ripples across the city. The Aces had already started fighting over who would take over. His son was the obvious runner up, but there were more than a few higher ups who didn't want to take orders from Brandon Kilkin. Violence escalated almost overnight as the different factions hit their own people, the other gangs, and just about anything else. This put a massive load on Grant, who was perfectly happy to chew out Alisa for this. Thus the heroine sat in his office and stared at the countless reports and complaints of the last two days. "Tell me, girl. Does the Brotherhood teach you people the difference between bringing in someone alive and killing them? Because I have these bastards in red running around and no definitive leader to bring them in!" Normally Grant got an argument or quip for his troubles. But this time the hero just sighed deeply. The motion made her large breasts bounce a bit. Grant rubbed his eyes. Would it kill her to at least zip up her jacket? Even the female heroes of this generation dressed outrageously. "Now you're saying that he was killed, before you got there, but the Grim Reaper?" Alisa shook her head, "Sort of. Look, you know everyone has enemies. The Brotherhood is no different. I guess it comes down to what scares superhumans. That is one of the worst." Grant couldn't remember the last time she ever sounded this subdued. Probably never. His headache grew though. It was more or less a given that eventually something bigger than some gangs would end up in Allston because of her. He had really hoped it wouldn't be this soon. "So what is the deal?" "We call it the Slayer. For the simple reason it only seems to go after our kind." The rest did nothing for Grant. A being robed in black and wearing a white skull mask. Even used a scythe. Sounded like a joke, but Grant had never heard of a joke killing seven superheroes. At once. Its total kill count for heroes was at twenty that they knew off. Who knows how many villains or rouge supers were not part of that list. The Slayer had never been known to talk, no one knew its gender, where it came from, or if it even had powers. Mix it all together and Grant saw the perfect recipe for true fear. Grant took a gulp of coffee and sat back. "Great. So why come to Allston for some rookie hero?" Her blue eyes twitched in annoyance, "Paid to, probably. It does take jobs. Whoever brought it here would need deep pockets though." Grant tapped the desk, "Peachy. I suppose the gangs could bankroll the Slayer, but a dead Ace boss isn't going to make up the money fast." Alisa said nothing as she stood up and stretched. Grant looked down at his papers to avoid staring. He was too old to be getting a boner from some barely dressed girl. "Ever think of getting a real costume?" He said instead. Alisa shrugged, "Supposedly on the way. With the Slayer in town I could probably get a nuke delivered tomorrow." "Dear lord, help me." Grant muttered. - Alisa yawned as the time passed. The street was empty, normal for this time of night and perfect for her. Blue Devils liked to move their stolen vehicles through places like this. Fast, less traffic and police, and it was harder to damage the goods. Dented sports cars sold for less after all. Damn it if they couldn't move the stuff earlier though, she was starting to fall asleep in class. The sounds of tires perked her up just as a truck pulling a trailer came into view. The trailer was covered but Alisa knew the cars were there. The hero stood up and stretched while the truck came closer. She was tucked in the entrance of a building so the driver probably wouldn't see her until she was ready. The truck drove by her none the wiser and Alisa took off behind it. The blonde ran up to the end of the trailer and jumped, grabbing onto the cover and pushed herself against it. Slowly she climbed up until she reached the top of the trailer and sighed. Now all she needed to do was cling onto it until he took her right to the drop off point. "This guy better not suck at driving..." Alisa grouched. Streets and building passed by until the truck finally pulled into a large garage attached to a warehouse. Original. A few Blue Devils guarded the place while others hurried up to the trailer. Alisa quickly slipped over the side and crouched behind rolled under the trailer as the cover was pulled off. "This all of them?" A voice sounded. The driver got out and joined them, "Yep." "I thought we were getting more." The driver stepped back a bit, "Orders from the boss to scale down. Doesn't like the idea of big loads when we have heroes and Aces going nuts." The first voice grunted, "Fucking reds can't keep their shit together. Alright, unload the cars and check 'em. We move them out of town tomorrow." Alisa tapped the floor thoughtfully. She had meant to take this place out and call it a day. But this was the first she heard of a place outside of Allston for high value cars like this. Usually they changed the color and wheels to resell. The goons started unloading the trailer the driver was told to show back up tomorrow night. She cringed at the idea of another late night, but something big might get Grant off her ass for a while. Alisa carefully crawled out of her spot and slipped between boxes and cars until she found a door she could get out with. It was dead around this part of town, which made catching up to the driver easy. He was walking toward some trashy bar and muttering to himself about having to lose sleep again. Alisa couldn't help but understand. "Hey, mister!" Alisa said and began running. The guy turned around, turned visibly pale, and started to run. Sadly for him Alisa had him beat on that scare. The blonde jumped and slammed her boot against his back to send him tumbling down. Before he had time to do anything but groan her hand was against his mouth and she was dragging him between two buildings. "Shut up, or I'll feed you your own teeth!" Alisa hissed. The thrashing and sounds stopped beyond heavy breathing. "Now when I let go, you stay. Run, crawl, or try to scream and good luck driving again." He nodded franticly and Alisa let him go. Looking closer the driver was in his twenties, with probably blonde hair under a blue bandana. A blue cloth was also tied around the arm of his shirt. Typical low level flunkie. Alisa crouched down and rubbed her fist. "You drive for the Devils, right?" The man nodded in fear, his eyes fighting between her fists and her breasts. Alisa grunted. "Good. Where are those cars you delivered going?" "Cars? I-I just drive the crew around, get them from place to place." Alisa sighed and grasped his shoulder and squeezed. Not much, just enough to remind him she could easily shatter the bones. He stiffed up quick. "I rode on the top of your truck long enough tonight to know what you carry and don't carry. Now. Where?" Alisa didn't think she had ever heard a normal person breath has heavily as he was. She wasn't all that thrilled with the idea of him having a heart attack right now. An idea hit her and she glanced around to make sure no dealers or homeless were peeking. Then she looked back at him with a smile. The driver couldn't decide if that was good or bad for him. "Tell you what. We work out a deal. You are going to tell me what I want to know..." Alisa rested her other hand over his package, "And I do you a favor." His member hardened almost at once under her hand, "Y..you mean I get to fu..." Alisa gave his shoulder another squeeze to calm him down, "Slow down there. Stuff like that needs real good info." The driver gulped and tried to put on the tough act, "No pussy sounds like a bad trade." "Oh?" Alisa leaned in close, making sure he could see her breasts straining on her swimtop, "I could just drop you off for a body cast. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice." "Whoa whoa whoa! Alright! Fuck..." His brain was probably rattling between his lust and what the Devils would do to him if this ever got out, "The cars are being moved to some old garage north of town. None of the other gangs have territory up there and the Devils wanted to do business out there away from you." Alisa unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, stroking it was he talked. Her eyes never leaving his face the hero slid down until she was right near his rod. "And from there?" "Shit, the hero is really..." The driver's dick twitched, "I don't know. Probably get them ready for sale, or sell them there. I just take them up there." Alisa continued to jack him while building up her plan, "Ok. Tomorrow you are going to take me up there." The driver sat up so fast Alisa nearly ripped his dick off. He stopped, but just barely. "Fuck no! Doesn't matter if you offer me every bitch in the Brotherhood!" "I'm not offering every woman in the Brotherhood." Alisa growled dangerously, "I'm offering you one. And we both know you're going to take it." He raised his hands in defeat, "Fine, fucking fine. They don't pay me enough to go to the hospital for them. They find out I did this and I'm ratting though. I sure as hell aint dying for you either." Alisa nodded and stood up, "Good man. Stop the truck at the rest stop just outside the city. I'll meet you there." "And then we..." Alisa rolled her eyes and nodded. The Devil quickly zipped up his boner and scurried away. The hero watched him go with some pity and disgust. Then she glanced around the area. No thugs, cops, or black cloaks. Alisa was done here and made a beeline for home. - Alisa lay on her bed, her fingers already buried in her pussy. Baiting that asshole with sex worked pretty well but it worked her up a bit too much. Maybe because she was starved for sex that didn't involve force against her. Whatever the reason, the first thing she did when she got home was strip and pleasure herself. The blonde sighed and slid her other hand over her breasts. She pictured herself back in that alley, the driver convincing her to let him get some now. Her hand left her entrance to grab the dildo and rub it against her. She was appreciative that Kim let her have it but couldn't help but be concerned that the other woman considered it 'not enough' for her anymore. It was a fairly large object. Alisa slowly pushed the head into her before ramming it in. She cried out and arched her back but kept moving the toy in her. Rough, like some Devil thug that probably needed a girl piss drunk to get lucky with. Alisa tweaked and pulled at her tits while pulling fake dick out and pushing it back in. Soon enough she had as good a rhythm as she could get with her position. She was thrusting it in her at a steady pace when it started vibrating. The shaft was deep in her pussy and the sudden movement shocked Alisa into her climax. She managed to cover her cry as her body shook in pleasure. Once it was done Alisa quickly pulled it out and looked it over. Besides being coated in her juices it didn't look any different. She didn't even know it could vibrate. The door to her room opened and Kim poked a smiling face in. Alisa turned beat red, "You?!" "Yep, yep. I was working when I realized I never gave you the remote for it. So I pop over to fix that and it tells me the little guy is on. Couldn't resist." "Well resist next time!" Alisa snapped before grimacing, "Did you call it a 'little guy'?" Kim just smiled and tossed her the remote, "Baby steps, boss. One day I'll show you the big people toys." With that she was gone. Alisa glanced down at the dildo and shivered. She needed to get Kim's mental records from Jeff. - "What is this?" Alisa asked with her arms crossed. The Blue Devil was at the spot with the truck. They were slightly out of town and everything looked ready to go. Except he did not come alone. Another Devil with buzzed brown hair stood next to him and waved. "This is Josh, pal of mine in the Devils. Uh, name's Matt by the way. Don't think I said that." Matt said in response. Alisa was not amused, "Great. What is he doing here?" Josh cut it, "Matt got a little drunk last night and told me about your deal. I want in. On all of it." He finished with a look at her body. "Why on earth would I ever do that?" "I'm higher up in the Devils then Matt, not by much. You bust this operation and the bosses are going to need to make some changes. Perfect for a guy trying to move up in the world." Alisa grunted and tilted her head, "And the part why you are here?" Josh shrugged and eyed her lustily, "I want to fuck you, obviously. And when this goes down I keep the people from sniffing around Matt. Contacts are nice to have." The hero frowned, "I want to make one thing clear." With that she grabbed both thugs by the shirt and lifted them up. She slammed them against the truck and left them sweat for a minute. "If anyone, and I mean anyone, finds out about this I will find you. It will be easy and I will make it painful. So if either of you ever think about bragging about this while piss drunk think how hard it will be to brag with no teeth." Matt gulped and Josh nodded quickly. "Good." Alisa let them go. Matt gasped for a minute then opened the door to the backseat. Alisa blushed under her cloth and climbed in. Matt followed with Josh. "Matt goes first, I get you next." Alisa didn't respond, she just shrugged off her jacket and pulled down her skirt. By the time the rest was off both men had their dicks out. "Damn, look at those tits." Matt said with a whistle. Still blushing Alisa climbed up on his lap. Matt flicked her tits with his tongue and ran his hands down her body. The hero lined her entrance up with his rod and lowered herself. She was halfway down when Matt grabbed her. "Just relax and enjoy it." Matt lifted her hips up and brought her down hard on his cock. Alisa clung to him, burying his face in her breasts. The Devil happily sucked on her tits while bring her up to the tip of his rod and slamming her back down. Damn, she was tight. Then she started moving and Matt almost came right there. Were all heroines sex gods? He gave her ass a firm squeeze and thrust to meet her movement. The hero found her balance and rode his cock eagerly. Matt rubbed his finger against her clit, coating it in her juice. He reached around her and carefully pushed the digit in her other hole. Alisa gasped and tightened up but never stopped moving. Matt groaned and swatted her ass, "Just like that." Josh watched the hot bitch bounce on his friend's dick with his own rod in his hand. She sure acted tough, but Josh noticed her get submissive fast once the fucking started. Matt had a juiced up finger up her ass and all she did was moan louder for it. That gave Josh an idea. Matt didn't look like he was going to give the hero up soon and who the hell knew how long she could actually keep going. Matt saw his pal move up to them and smirked into her tits before removing his finger. Alisa grunted when the Devil stopped thrusting, his hands trying to hold her still. Then a second pair of hands held her and something rammed into her ass. Alisa cried out and looked back to see Josh working his dick into her. "No!" Josh reached around to grasp her breasts, "We each get a turn right?" Matt felt up her ass and went back to thrusting. Both men moved in her at once and Alisa saw stars. "Shit..." The two friends had probably done this before since they were soon plugging into her in rhythm. Alisa tried to adjust but could barely keep her thoughts together let alone match them. Eventually she stopped trying and let them work. The Devils were more than happy to just fuck her. Josh rolled and pinched her tits while Matt squeezed and rubbed her ass, both of them teased her neck with their lips. Alisa was panting heavily from the pressure and felt her peak approaching. With a loud scream she clamped down on Matt and climaxed. "Fuck!" Matt cried himself when things suddenly got tighter. Her convulsions were too much and he blew his load in her. Alisa clung to him as he filled her pussy. Josh wasn't done and continued thrusting into her ass. The force rocked her body, with another cock still in her, until she was muttering to herself in pleasure. Matt slumped under her and chuckled, "What a slut we found, huh?" Josh just grunted and kept moving. The man seemed on a one man mission to make the hero cum again. It didn't take long in her state, still impaled on two rods. Matt felt it and quickly pulled out of her entrance. He didn't much feel like having his dick crushed, if she could even do that. Josh buried himself in her ass and came with relish. The feeling of getting filled again pushed the blonde girl over the edge for the second time tonight. The Devil pulled out and let Alisa slump down with the friends on either side of her. Once she caught her breath Alisa flared up, "You assholes!" Matt flinched but kept his cool, "I didn't hear any real complaints. Josh?" Josh shook his head, "You seemed as into it as we were." The hero righted herself on the seat and pointed at the front seat, "One of you, drive. Now." The tone offered no room for refusal. Josh zipped up his pants and climbed over to the wheel. It was amazing how quickly she shifted between the two levels of bitch so fast. He was happy enough though. He dumped his load in a hero's ass and, if this worked out, he was looking at advancement opportunities. - The ride had to be the most awkward the two friends ever had. On one hand they were feeling great after the best fuck they had so far. On the other the best fuck of their life was seething in rage in the truck with them, looking pissed enough to remove their heads any minute. Matt and Josh didn't think she would actually kill them. But neither of them were willing to try her either. Which sucked for them since they were more than willing to go at her again. But the hero had quickly redressed and had done nothing but glare at them the whole time. Eventually they reached the spot, an old garage off the main road. They stopped to let Alisa out and kept driving. Alisa wanted to pummel them so bad, but busting those two would end with the entire jail knowing how anal with her felt. Right now she needed to bank on fear of her to keep them in line. The garage she crept up behind was pretty large. On the outside it looked like any backcountry workshop despite the size. Peeking in the window Alisa saw a spotless operation, armed guards, and cars so expensive it could buy her Brotherhood building. Matt's truck was being unloaded and she had a decent idea what the odds were. It took a while before the truck was off, but Alisa was finally rid of her scumbag allies. She climbed up to the roof and crept along until she was where the new arrivals were. The faint sounds of cars starting and being moved were under her. Alisa rubbed her hands and got ready. Poor bastards were about to feel how pissed she was. The hero slammed down her foot through the roof and leapt down. - "Yep, thanks." Alisa ended the call and tossed the phone she took off a Devil. The police were on their way. Grant had sounded somewhat pleased to know only some of the cars had been damaged in her rampage. The Devils that hadn't been knocked out cold were tied up on a corner looking none too pleased. That was the best part for her. Letting these assholes know that hiding from her was not going to be easy. Then the fear and paranoia sets in. But more than that Alisa felt real good. While she was knocked heads together an idea hit her about as hard as she hit a guard. She might need to call on those two assholes again, but with luck she would be rid of them as well. Grinning to herself Alisa sat back, waited for the police, and decided she knew how to deal with the Slayer.