FemFour

I am posting a story I wrote a long time ago. Superheroine theme. Disclaimer: This is a sex story with some plot. If you find sexual stories offensive, Please do not read. If you are not of age, Please do not read. This is a fantasy story and not meant to represent reality or how it should be. Shemales/futa's on female, consensual rape and gangbang.

The Coming Together of the FemFour

Christi ran around a corner, chasing after the perpetrator who had been stealing secrets from National Tech. All the clues she had gathered led to knowing that he would strike tonight. She didn’t have an idea who he was, but she was determined that he wasn’t going to get away.

Seeing a door closing just down the hallway, she sprinted over and slide to a stop listening for sounds. Reaching down, she opened the door a crack and waited to see if anything happened, before throwing it completely open and popping her head around. Seeing that it was clear, she stepped into a large storage room with boxes stacked to the ceiling.

Hearing a noise to the left, she quietly checked her .38 special.

Christi found herself reflecting on her life as she stalked slowly down an aisle toward the noise. Christi Cummins was a blond, blue-eyed American Pie beauty with large, oval breasts stretching a black T-shirt. A denim jacket, which mostly concealed a brown leather shoulder holster, was pushed open by her huge bosom. Tight denim jeans clung to her tight, heart-shaped ass and athletic legs, sneakers finished off her standard work clothes. Most people would bet that she was the captain of her college’s cheerleading squad, but would be wrong. Instead, she was the captain of the female basketball team, despite being only 5’2, and a star of the female track team. She was known for her ability to consistently make three pointers; her passing was incredible, as well as stealing the ball, which combined with a great sense of what was happening on the court led to promotion to team captain. The only reason she didn’t get into professional basketball was because of her height and her large breasts. When she got to moving fast, with lots of changes of direction, the bouncing of her breasts would throw off her balance slightly, interfere with her shooting, and overall reduce her skills that small amount needed to end a basketball career.

Fortunately, that hadn’t been her goal in life. Christi had always wanted to be a private detective. Her father, a police detective, read Hard-broiled Detective books to her when she was a child, inspiring her to want to be a detective like in the books. She worked as a data clerk for Blue Star Detective Agency during college where she earned a degree in Criminology and then served as an apprentice for 2 years. Finally, she earned her private detective license a