The Mission

Nudge, we are in great danger here.

I kind of sensed that CB; this is some kind of alternate universe, right?

It is the alternate universe that my creator comes from. In this world, many of the social advancements of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries did not occur. The United States were taken over by the Empire of America in the early 1800's which established a racist regime. Non-whites are second-class citizens at best and three-quarters of the black population are still slaves. While a degree of representative government exists, final authority on all matters rests with Imperatrix, Her Imperial Majesty America Independence Philadelphia.

Fuck! Maiden America is the Empress!?! This is one of those heroes and villains get reversed worlds?

It is not that simple. History is running largely in parallel to your world, though there are numerous differences of varying importance. The activities of Imperatrix are a very important difference. I suggest that we concentrate all our efforts on finding a way home as soon as possible.

You decide to try the direct approach. "Photon, can you get us home?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to. At least not until we complete our mission."

Why does it always have to be a mission? "And the mission is?"

"We have to rescue Emo from the Punishment Pits."

"Okay, one: who the hell is Emo, two: what the hell is a Punishment Pit, and three: why did you kidnap Lush-Lady?"

"Emo is the current holder of the Mood Ring, an alien device of incredible power; she's a sworn enemy of Imperatrix. She's being kept in the Punishment Pits, a dungeon specifically designed for the incarceration and **** of supers. If this sot had any faculties we could work together and have a good chance of cracking the pits like an egg; instead I have to work with you subhumans."

"This would go a lot faster if you laid off the insults and tried to think of a revised plan."

"What the hell kind of plan can I work out with two naked bimbos and a ****?"

You bite back the first response that comes to mind. "One of these 'naked bimbos' can control minds; the other is a trained police officer, as is the officer you keep calling a ****. What are your powers, Meter Maid?"

She pointedly speaks to you, not Photon. "I can set up a police tape **** field, stun people, and restrain them with the Acropolis Boot."

"What about the 'trained police officer'? Can she do anything useful?"

"Sorry, just years of training and growing up in a city full of oversexed lunatics in capes." She turns to you. "No offence intended."

"None taken."

"You idiots sound like stealth capes; I don't do stealth, and neither does Strobe. I was going to bust the place open and take what I want. Photon-in-a-Bottle was going to use her light energy to boost mine so we could overwhelm anything that comes our way."

"What about Imperatrix?"

"She'd never come to a simple jailbreak."

"And you're calling me an idiot? Okay, how about this: you go in as planned and make as much noise as possible, and the three of us sneak in while the guards are distracted and rescue the princess. Simple and effective. All we need is a way to stay in communication."

"I've got TITS."

"Everyone here but Strobe does. With estrogen, he can get them too."

She means Telepathic Interface Transceiver System; it is a primitive version of my Network.

Oh.

Photon looks at you like you've traded in your mask for a dunce cap. She holds out two plastic eggs that look like three-quarter sized versions of CUNT-Ball. "They're communicators. Shove 'em in your twats and we can use them to talk."

"Why are there only two?"

"Because Shit-Girl doesn't get one. I'm not polluting my mind by linking with her. You should be happy you're getting one, you Latino hooker."

Meter Maid whispers, "I am going to kill her."

You mumble back, "No you're not; at least not until we get back home." Then you turn to Photon. "Can we get some privacy to put these in?"

"Whatever. Strobe, this one's for Bottle Photon. I'll hold her panties out of the way while you push it in. Make sure you take enough thrusts to get it in securely."

He pulls out his shlong. "You know I will Babe. It's my favourite part of the job."

Meter Maid looks between you and Heather. "Why do we need privacy? It's not like you two aren't already flashing everyone."

In response you get Heather to eject CUNT-Ball. Meter Maid's eyes widen but she doesn't say anything. Heather pushes CUNT-Ball back into you while you slide one of the TITS devices into her. You hold the other one out to Meter Maid.

"I'm not gonna–"

You shush her while Heather pulls down her panties. She's currently dry-lipped, which is unusual for a hero in your experience, so you start stroking her slit. Her shaved milk-chocolate-colored pussy is beautiful and exotic and looks like something you'd really enjoy tasting.

She stops you. "Let me do it." Meter Maid starts rubbing her pussy until it's slick with juices. Once her pale pink flower is revealed she gently works the egg inside, pushing it into place with a long finger. "You got a tissue?"

"Sorry."

She sighs and pulls her panties back up. "It's not the first time I've had to work wet. Now, how are we going to make this dumbass plan of yours work? We're not exactly going to be able to walk in the front door and ask for the super-prisoner."

"Actually, I was thinking that's exactly what we'd do. All we need is some local police uniforms."

"You are NOT trying that old plan. It never works!"

"It'll get us inside and through the first layer or two of defenses. After that we'll have to improvise."

"Okay, that's where the stupid starts. I knew it had to happen somewhere."

CB, can you get plans for this Punishment Pit?

I anticipated your request and already have them. Unusually, Emo is not being held at the center of the prison.

Who is?

Someone named Compulsion; I'm uploading an image now.

It's you.