I’ve tried to make this story entertaining as well as erotic so hopefully you won’t get bored between sex scenes. Since I’m introducing new characters it takes a little bit to get going so hang in there.

Warning: This story contains scenes of explicit sex, bondage and non-consensual sex. This is strictly fantasy and in no way do I condone violence or forced sex against any persons. If you have the urge to act on non-consensual sex fantasies - seek help immediately!

I welcome all comments, good, bad and/or constructive. Send comments to:

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The erotic adventures of

By Starman

Prologue

It was a warm spring morning in the sprawling, peaceful metropolis of Colossal City with nary a cloud in the sky. The friendly people of the great city smiled and nodded to their neighbors as life bloomed all around them - birds chirped, musicians played at bus stations, and vendors sold fruit and vegetables on street corners. Through these man-made canyons of high rise office buildings and apartment complexes, the teeming mass of citizens blissfully scurried about their daily lives like ants in a glass and concrete anthill.

Little did they know that their peaceful and happy lives were about to be disturbed in ways none had feared, even in their worst nightmares.

Just before noon time, from out of the clear blue sky, there suddenly came a low rumble of thunder that shook the air - rattling windows, setting off car alarms and rolling across the city like a shock wave. Frightened residents and pedestrians peered up into the cloudless skies and turned to each other in fear and confusion. Startled and panicky office workers pressed their faces against tall windows to see if they could spy what had made their buildings quiver.

Then, from high above the city, something..., something ominous appeared. People across the city screamed and pointed as a black line materialized high in the sky. Tiny at first it slowly lengthened and zigged and zagged like something or someone was tearing a hole in the air or that the sky itself was cracking like an egg. It was as though the canvas of a painting was being slit by a jagged knife revealing the backing beneath. But what was uncovered was as almost as frightening as the tear itself - a deep featureless darkness blotting out sun and sky.

Terrified citizens brought closed fists to mouths, staring in fright as the tear widened and stretched till it seemed to cover half the sky.

Suddenly, from the depths of the fathomless dark, there came lights, hundreds of them, pouring from the rip like a meteor shower plunging from the night sky. Some seemed to dive directly into the city while others shot out across the heavens in every which direction. For minutes on end the twinkling lights emerged from the blackness till someone screamed that the opening was growing smaller. And sure enough - the tear was sealing itself back up, closing to reveal blue sky behind it. But even as the rip began to shrink, more of the twinkling lights continued to spill through the opening till the last spot of blackness disappeared.

Chapter 1

“Queen Marie,” said the tall buxom brunette amazon as she bowed before her majesty.

“I recognize you Adrienne, Warrior Chief. Come forward and report.”

The amazon Warrior Chief strode towards the throne. She stood six foot four inches tall with long sandy-blond hair and a flawless face. Her huge breasts stood high and proud like twin peaks of a majestic mountain range. Her waist was thick and muscular but was in perfect proportion to her full chest and wide matronly hips. Lengthy, strong legs stretched out seemingly forever from beneath her short skirt while knee high leather boots clung tightly to her calves. Her sharp cat-like gray eyes had the knowing look and poise of someone with supreme self-confidence. With back straight she strode forward, eyed the great amazon Queen with respect and bowed her head.

Queen Marie was beginning to show her age but still looked so grand, so beautiful and so awe inspiring. With a gold and diamond tiara perched atop her regal blond head, Marie sat tall and majestic upon her throne. Her hair was long and flowed over her shoulders like a yellow waterfall though now streaked with liberal amounts of gray. She was dressed in a black flowing cape and wore a too small brown leather vest that was tied across her chest. Wearing nothing beneath it, her massive womanly breasts were squeezed tightly together with mountainous cleavage showing above and below as most of her mammaries lay exposed. The vest ended just below the mounds, revealing her smooth, somewhat fleshy, tanned belly. Around her hips she wore a short brown leather skirt that ended high on her lengthy, sturdy thighs. Her long legs were crossed at the knees and on her feet she wore calf-high, soft brown leather boots. Her violet eyes, spider-webbed with wrinkles, peered down her nose

“What news have you sister?” Queen Marie said to the Adrienne.

“Our sister scientists have finally completed their analysis of the disturbance that occurred over a year ago your Highness and have found that it was a prison break from dimension 27.”
“Disturbance? What disturbance? Oh yes. Now I remember. Hmmm, Dimension 27?” said the Queen as she furrowed her brow in thought. “Why does that sound so familiar?”

“It is the prison for the criminally and sexually insane, my Queen.”

“Ah yes,” she nodded calmly. “I put many in there myself when I was a warrior. The worst sexual perverts all the dimensions have ever known. These are the criminals that our sisters throughout eternity and across the endless dimensions have captured and imprisoned their life forces in dimension 27. Now you say they have escaped?”

“Not all of them,” said Adrienne.

“Then how many?”

“We’re not sure. Record keeping was very poor during the early days of our role in policing the dimensions but we estimate anywhere from two hundred to a thousand.”

“I see,” said the Queen. She drummed her fingers on her staff. “And where did they escape to?”

“It appears they landed on the lone habitable planet in dimension 67481385299.”
“A lone planet? Good,” she said as she breathed a slight sigh of relief. “For a minute there I thought we might be in trouble. Fine - all they did was trade one prison for another. Let’s move on - there are more important things to discuss,” she said with a wave of her hand.

Adrienne stood quietly and said nothing but instead looked up at the Queen questionably.

Finally the Queen rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “Oh what is it Adrienne?”

“Apologies my Queen but I believe the inhabitants of that world may need some assistance.”

“Yes, yes, well... we will get to them when we can,” she said irritably. “There are thousands of more important things to worry about than one small planet in some forgettable dimension! Besides, all our agents and teams are off fighting against wars, tyranny and oppression in civilizations that span galaxies! We do not have the time nor the womanpower to spare for one measly little planet!!”

“Begging your pardon, Queen Marie, but there is one team that is available.”

“One team? Who....?” Suddenly recognition spread across her face. “Oh no! You are not suggesting...!?”
“I understand your reluctance,” Adrienne argued, “but they are the only squad left and available. And I believe your daughter is anxious to show what she can do.”

“My daughter,” she grumbled. “If not for the fact that she came from my DNA I would debate it. And those two nitwits she call her teammates - if they had a half a brain between them I’d be shocked. How any of those three misfits passed the Amazon Warrior exam I‘ll never know.”
Adrienne stood waiting.

“Oh very well,” grumbled the Queen, “bring them here. All they do is eat, gab and lounge around all day anyway. And not only that... they won’t get out of that damn climax-a-tube either!! They’ve all ready burned out two of them!” Suddenly her mood lifted and she brought her finger to her chin. “You know - now that you mention it - maybe it is about time we get them out of our hai... er... get them to work. Yessss, this could work out very nicely.” She then scowled at Adrienne. “Bring them to me!”

“Yes your majesty. Might you know where I could find them?”

“Where else?” Marie snorted in disgust.

“Oh, of course.” Adrienne turned and trotted off, her strong amazon legs gobbling up ground easily.

Queen Marie sat on her throne and fumed. Her youngest daughter had always been a disappointment. Unlike her other seventy-two daughters who had grown up strong and smart and fearless and who she gladly sent off to fight against evil no matter where it hid as the Queen God Ursula had commanded, Briana was small, weak minded and not very bright. Of course she was a genius compared to her two friends, Tammaka and Gunamer - those two would make a stump look intelligent. For all she knew those three airheads would make matters worse!

“Fuck it,” she thought, “if they fail, there could be worse things than having a high number dimension fall to the evil and sexually demented criminals. No great loss.” She stepped off her throne, went to her record vault and began thumbing through her documentation. “Now let’s see - dimension 67481385299. Ahh here it is! A small planet that the inhabitants call Earth.”

***

“I’m after her!” cried Gunamer shrilly.

“No, I am!!” squealed Tammaka.

“I AM!!”

“I AM!!”

“I AM!!”

“I AM!!”

“QUIET!!!” screamed Briana. “I’ll make the decision.” She put her hands on her waist and wriggled her hips. “After all - I‘m a Princess!” she said as she raised her nose in the air.

Briana stood little more than 5 foot 7 inches tall, very short for an amazon. Her thick auburn-reddish hair, parted in the middle, hung to her shoulders. Wide, high cowlicks lifted off the part at her forehead like waves of ginger then were tucked behind each of her ears. Her green eyes watched her two friends with a dim simplicity. She had a wide face, high cheekbones and full, naturally red, sensuous lips. And with long thick eyelashes and high arching eyebrows she looked more like a high fashion model than a warrior. She wore a leather outfit similar to her mothers; an open vest, tiny skirt and calf high boots on her very shapely legs. Her body was muscular but more lean like a figure skater. Her breasts, while not gargantuan like all the other amazons, would still fill a 36C cup.

“Okay,” said Gunamer, “then who’s next after you?” Pouting, she went and stood side by side with Tammaka and, with their hands clasped behind their back, the two watched Briana carefully as if at attention.

Gunamer stood 5’ 10” with unruly thick blond hair that hung in wavy, loose curls to her shoulders. She had sparkling, ditzy blue eyes and a slight upturned nose and, while stunningly beautiful, looked more like a college cheerleader than an amazon warrior. Her deerskin shirt pressed tightly against her full plump breasts then molded around the massive mounds to her bare stomach, almost like a skin tight tank top with the buttons stretched to near popping. Her soft belly and wide round hips, adorned with the tiniest of black leather skirts, gave way to thick, powerful but shapely legs that seemed to go forever.

Tammaka was nearly a mirror image of Gunny only darker. She stood six foot tall with thick jet black hair held back from her low forehead with a shiny silver band. Her dark almost black eyes concealed the fact that there was not much behind them. Her flawless skin was tanned from the endless lazy days lying nude in their eden-like home. Her luxurious tresses fell over her back and halfway to her plump, fleshy ass. Her breasts were a sight to behold, as large and round as oversized bowling balls and even through her leather shirt, the outline of her long, stiff nipples could be seen. Like Gunny, her waist went in then swept outward over wide shapely hips, then down over long thick, muscular legs that seemed to be half her body. Like a true amazon she had tremendous strength .

The two, though stronger than Briana, always deferred to her when decisions needed to be made - not because of her position as princess but because she was so much smarter than they were. As a result she had become the leader of their small clique.

“Okay,” said Briana as she tapped a finger on her chin. “uhm... Tammy you go after me.”

“What!?” the blonde amazon cried. She stamped her foot which made her whole body jiggle, especially her plump breasts. “How come she gets to go before me!” She turned to Tammy who stuck out her tongue at her and giggled.

“Because I said so,” Briana sniffed. “Besides if you two want to decide who is the higher among you, you know what you need to do.”

To decide who was the dominant they would have to engage in sexual combat as was the age old custom of the Amazon women. Whoever could make the other orgasm more, to climax her opponent into submission, would be declared the winner - though it almost always took hours and hours of steady climaxing for an amazon opponent to be worn down enough to submit, sometimes taking upwards of a day and a half. It was extremely important for all warrior teams to know the pecking order from leader down to the last woman and this was the best way to determine the most dominant to the most submissive without physically harming each other.

But it was the only time sex was allowed among their people - recreational sex, except for the clean and tidy climax-a-tube, was strictly forbidden in Amazonia.

The two, tall buxom women looked at each other and shook their heads. Neither really wanted to dominate the other. All three were too close as friends to get involved in something as serious as sexual combat. Besides - too much work.

“Don’t worry, Gunny,” Briana consoled her friend. “You can go after me next time.”

“Yeah but how will we know it’s my turn?” she whined.
“Don’t worry,” said Briana, “I’ll remember.”

“You will!?” said the tall blonde excitedly, “Gosh you’re so smart.”

“I know,” the amazon princess said bashfully.

With that settled, Briana turned to what the whole commotion was about in the first place - the climax-a-tube. In the Amazon culture, physical sex for pleasure was considered barbaric and beneath them so, other than the rare sexual combat, this was the only outlet allowed to quench their voracious sexual appetites.

The amazon princess took a deep breath and loosened the ties to her vest. When she had slackened enough of them she unashamedly lifted the short, jacket-like clothing and tossed it aside. Her full heavy breasts wiggled about then dangled beneath her as she bent over at the waist to untie her boots. She slipped them from her calves, straightened and dropped her skirt and linen small cloth as well.

As with all amazons she had no visible hair below her shoulders - no armpit hair, leg hair, ass hair nor any pubic hair.

Standing naked she proceeded up the steps to the climax-a-tube, her fleshy butt rippling enticingly as her feet landed with soft thuds.

As indicated in its name the device was a clear plastic tube about five foot in diameter that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Inside the chamber stood a small, four-legged table known as the saddle. One foot wide and two feet long, the saddle curved over the top so the whole contraption looked mostly like a mechanical bull in a country and western bar complete with stirrup-like foot rests for the riders feet. At the front of the saddle was a small digital console.

Briana pressed a button on a stand near the front of the tube and a nearly invisible door curled open. Once she stepped inside, the door swooshed closed.

As the normal amazon stood anywhere from six foot tall to six foot six, the device was almost too tall for her 5’ 7” body but as always she would manage. Gritting her teeth, she gripped the front of the device with both hands, threw her right leg up into the air and athletically followed it as though she were mounting a horse. She settled in comfortably with her crotch resting on the curvature and directly over a tiny bump that protruded from the top of the saddle. She played with a knob on the control panel till the stirrups were raised high enough for her to slip her feet inside. With a hungry sexy smile, she shifted her hips and felt the small protrusion slip between her vaginal lips. Her body shivered in anticipation and she could feel herself begin to lubricate.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” she murmured. All morning her and her comrades had eagerly anticipated their time in the tube, getting hornier and hornier just from the thought. And though they spent every spare moment in the tube, it never failed to fuel their juices.

Shivering eagerly, Briana punched in a series of commands and then hit the start button. From between her legs she could feel the knob begin to elongate and thicken, pushing upward and worming it‘s way into her vagina. She squirmed and let her lubrication flow over the lengthening pole to ease its journey. Finally it stopped, buried deep inside her.

Again Briana entered a set of commands and pressed the start button. Suddenly she felt the familiar air flow, with it’s sweet relaxing aroma, rising up from the floor and passing through the top of the tube. Caught in the updraft, her reddish hair lifted off her shoulders, swirling higher and higher till it danced rhythmically over her head like seaweed swaying in a rising tide.

Just then the saddle, snuggly nestled between her thighs and against her crotch, began to vibrate.

She closed her green eyes and smiled with delight at the luscious waves of pleasure that almost immediately began to ripple though her body.

“oooooo yeeaahhhh....” she murmured.

From inside her wet vagina, the protuberance began to slowly move up and down while simultaneously vibrating against her clit. Her mouth and full lips formed a wet red ’o’ as waves of pleasure starting fluttering through her sexy body. Her fingers found her pert nipples and began to pinch the tender knobs while mashing and kneading her swelling breasts. Her strong thighs tensed and squeezed tightly against the saddle.

Gyrating and grinding her hips, Briana grunted as the sensations flooded through her athletic amazon body. She could feel the protuberance bumping and vibrating deep inside her as her strong vaginal muscles clutched and squeezed at the slippery toy like fingers trying to hold a twitching, greasy pole. The hyper-sensitive nerves of her vagina and clit began pumping more and more urgent pleasure impulses through her system till she began to lose herself to the sensations.

For the next ten minutes the machine built up speed as it mindlessly followed its program. Briana’s body wriggled and twisted and jiggled, starting slow then building up and matching speeds with the saddle. Her swollen clit quivering insanely against the pulsating saddle as she gyrated and pressed her g-spot harder and faster onto the vibrating and pumping knob. Her pleasure juices dribbled from her hole in a creamy stream. Her erotic moans reverberated through the walls of tube to the ears of the watching amazons.

“Uhhhhhhh huuuuuuuuhhh!!!!! aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

As always, Tammy and Gunny stood mesmerized as they watched their team leader shiver, groan and hiss in sexual pleasure. They shifted their feet and squeezed their thighs together while fighting the overwhelming, forbidden urge to reach between their legs and play with themselves. Instead they could only stare at their beautiful boss and her mesmerizing, grinding dance atop the saddle, getting hornier and hornier at the sexy vision.

Inside the tube, Briana was nearing her climax. Knowing her friends were watching her and knowing that they were getting turned on by her only added to her stimulation. Through lust glazed eyes she could see them squirming and staring unblinkingly at her quivering body. Now she would give them the show they wanted to see.

She braced herself with her hands on top of the saddle and, with her feet inside the stirrups, began to raise and lower hips while grinding at the same time. Her crotch slapped wetly against the leather surface, her engorged clit pinned and slammed again and again between her body and the saddle as she feverishly bounced up and down. Her breasts swayed and rocked faster and faster in waves of soft pulpy flesh.

Suddenly the saddle kicked into overdrive, whirring and pulsating like a blender stuck on puree. Briana struggled to catch up, her hips speeding to a blur. Her mouth fell open as she knew she was about to lose to the unstoppable crush of pleasure.

Like an enraged grizzly bear, her climax clawed at her consciousness and Briana knew she couldn’t milk it any longer. With one final shriek of defiance the climax overtook her, sending her into a body-quaking orgasm.

“UNNNGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Her hips pumped viciously as she soared into her mind bending climax, drinking up the sensations like a dry desert soaking up rain.

And then, right on the heels of the first one, a second orgasm overtook her.

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHA!!!

and then another....

and another..

Outside the tube, Gunny and Tammy could feel their juices seep from their vaginas as they watched Briana squirm erotically atop the machine. A small groan escaped from between ’s Gunny’s full, strawberry red lips and she could actually feel her own breasts swell in passion.

Finally, after minutes of climax after mind-numbing climax, Briana let out a long slow breath and slowed her hips to a stop. She shivered in delight, pressed the stop button and sat basking in the euphoric bliss. The updraft subsided and her auburn hair drifted back to her shoulders. The exhilarating, delicious afterglow flowed through her multi-orgasmic body like a drug, filling her with warmth and sexual energy. She swore she could ride the machine for hours and not grow tired of climaxing - orgasms seemed to only make her hornier - like throwing coal on an all ready hot fire.

Reluctantly she lifted herself up and slipped off the saddle. The protuberance, sitting six inches high and two inches wide and glistening with her creamy white juices, slowly disappeared back down into the leather. Smiling, the Princess took a deep breath and slid her hands sensually over her round hips in scrumptious satisfaction.

The door to the tube slid open and the Briana stepped out. Her hair was a tangled mess and her skin glistened wetly in the light. “Great Ursula,” she said breathlessly as she walked naked and sweaty down the stairs, “if that was a real person I would have gladly gotten it off and let it be the dominant!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Tammy impatiently. The buxom brunette, wriggled in anticipation. “It’s my turn now right?!”

“Yes,” said Briana as she wiped at the sweat around her eyes, “it’s your turn.”

“YEEHAA!” exclaimed the dark eyed amazon. She then turned to Gunny and blew her a kiss. “Enjoy the show, blondie,” she teased.

Gunny scowled at her friend but deep inside eagerly awaited the scene of Tammy’s giant, gelatinous jugs jiggle and jump. She knew the brunette would put on an erotic display that would rival that of Briana’s. In all the years they had known each other, they finally decided that they were all equally horny.

Tammy removed her top and headed for the tube, her plump full breasts jiggling like giant orbs of jello with every step.

Suddenly the door to the climax-a-tube room swished open and the Warrior Chief, Adrienne stepped inside.

“ATTENTION!” she barked to the three girls.

Immediately the trio lined up in a row like military soldiers. Briana stood naked between Gunny, who still remained dressed and Tammy who was topless. The Princess looked like a paperback novel stuck between two voluptuous hard covers.

The Warrior Chief scowled in disgust and walked back and forth in front of the trio with her hands clasped behind her back like a drill sergeant inspecting new recruits. “You three have got to be the sorriest bunch of warriors I have ever seen!!’ she growled into their faces. “How you three were ever able to pass the exam I’ll never know!!”

The taller amazons snuck quick peeks at Briana. The Princess had managed to sneak into her mothers bedroom and snatch a copy of the exam, realizing they would not pass without it. And even knowing the answers they had barely passed.

“Seems like we have a little problem,” Adrienne continued. “We need a team to go help out a small planet round up a bunch of escaped prisoners. And since all the other teams are out on assignments and the new class of warriors aren’t ready yet, you three are going to have to go and start earning your keep!”

The girl’s eyes popped wide open and their jaws dropped in shock.

“Wha... wha... what?” Briana spluttered finally.

“Yeah that’s right, Princess!!” Adrienne bellowed as she lowered herself down to press her nose against Briana’s. “You three have an assignment! Your very first one!”

“But... but.... we like it here,” Briana stammered, “we don’t want to leave.”

Adrienne stepped away from Briana’s face and started to again walk back and forth across the trio. “Well” she said, “if you don’t want to.... WHATTTT!!!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT TO GO!!!! I just convinced the Queen that you wanted to go on assignment!”

“Well,” said Briana meekly, “can’t we just stay here? We like it here.”

“No, you cannot just stay here,” Adrienne said in a taunting, mimicking voice.

“Uhm... well... what if we decide we don’t want to go?” said the Princess smiling timidly.

“Yeah,” whined Gunny, “we’re not hurting anybody.”

“And we’re not in anyone’s way,” pleaded Tammy.
Adrienne spit and sputtered and her hands waved about wildly. “Misssnnataaiitanna frinnn aa toppp who do you fucking think...expppllananntto fiiissssinnntiiiieee I’ll kick you in the fucking......briiiinnnyyyytheoppa[pa\a\\\\\&%$#”

The three friends looked strangely at the ranting woman who was making weird noises and sounds and only occasionally could they make out a word.

After a few minutes, Adrienne stopped her raving and gathered herself. Suddenly she began to grin, a grin that made the three friends squirm nervously. “Okay, if you do not take this assignment,” fumed the Warrior Chief, “here is what I am going to do! First of all, I will strip you of your warrior status which means you will lose all of the luxuries and privileges that you three are living in now. Second, I will make you servants to real warriors and you will be forced to make their food, clean their clothes and run their errands - maybe even wipe their asses!!! And finally, I will split you three up and send you to dimensions so far apart that you will never, I repeat NEVER, see each other again!!!”
The trio gasped at the last statement. Their mouths fell agape and their eyes bulged wide as they looked back and forth to each other. Huge tears welled up in Tammy’s eyes and Gunny was visibly shaking.

Panicked, Briana looked to her two friends in disbelief. She could not imagine life without her comrades. They had been inseparable since they were children - endless days of romping through the fields of Amazonia - swimming naked in the crystal clear pools and streams - playing practical jokes on the stuffy honorable warriors - suffering through the eternal, endless boring days of school and cheating their way into and out of the Warrior academy. She knew that they were not as smart as the other warriors but together they were a team, had always been a team. She would be lost without them and they would be lost without her.

Her two buxom buddies were waiting for her to make the decision for them but she could see the pleading in their eyes and knew they were thinking the same thing as she was - they did not want to be separated. The princess lifted up her chin and stepped forward.

“Do they at least have a climax-a-tube there?” she asked shakily.

The Queen’s assistant rolled her eyes and slapped at her forehead. “OY!!! Get dressed and follow me.”

***

“Sit down girls,” said Queen Marie as Adrienne led Briana, Gunny and Tammy into the throne room.

The trio sat at one of the many tables situated inside the queens royal chambers. It was unusual for the Queen to talk to them directly - there were many levels of seniority in the amazon civilization and they were at the bottom rung of the warrior level but she was the last of Marie’s daughters and, despite her lack of confidence in Briana, she would give her the assignment as she had done with all her girls.

“As I’m sure Adrienne has told you, we have an assignment that may allow you to garner some experience as Warriors. It is a relatively easy task in a small remote world. You will need recapture a number of the most psychopathic, insane, sociopathic, sexually perverted deviants and criminals all the dimensions have ever seen that escaped from the 27th dimension. Should be a piece of cake for real warriors. You will need to immerse yourselves within the planets civilization, learn their ways and culture, blend in while you weed them out.”

The three friends looked to each other and gulped hard.

Tammy nervously raised her hand. “Are they homosexual?”

“Homosexual?” said the Queen perplexed, “what does THAT have to do with anything!?”

“You know,“ she said sincerely, “do they kill people?”

“Homo... homo,” mumbled the Queen in confusion, then said, “You mean homicidal you twit! And the answer is that probably some of them are, so take precautions and brush up on your martial arts. Remember - we are not allowed to kill or maim. You must capture the fugitives and return them to the 27th dimension.”

“Now,” the Queen continued, “I’m going to give you a few weeks to familiarize yourselves with the planet - the different forms of government, monetary systems and so forth - and then you will be off in the fine tradition of the Amazons. Is that clear!?!”

The three nodded their head.

“I’m sorry,” said the Queen, “but I couldn’t hear the RATTLE FROM HERE!!”

“Yes Queen Marie,” they said together.

“Now get out of here!”

***

For the next three weeks the trio worked on studying the planet that they were going to be stationed on but their concentration continuously wandered. Despite orders for them to stay put and even with guards watching them, the three still managed to slip away almost every day to the climax-a-tube and enjoy themselves.

Queen Marie found out about their daily jaunts but decided to do nothing about it. They would be gone soon enough and they would have to learn the hard way.

The day of their departure finally arrived and Briana, Tammy and Gunny stood at attention before their Queen for their final instructions. They were dressed in identical skin tight, silver body suits that sparkled and glittered. The form hugging outfits covered them from their ankles to the neck and down to their wrists. Each also wore silver, 3” high stiletto heeled boots. Their auburn, blonde and black hair was pulled back behind them and tied off in tails.

“Today,” said her mother as she sat grandly on her throne, “you will carry on the tradition of the Amazons of the 91st Dimension. Outside is the anti-gravity ship that will take you through the portal. Since...” she hesitated and eyed them suspiciously, “by the way - you DO know how to operate an anti-grav ship don’t you?”

The three eyed each other nervously.

“Uhhh.... yeah.... yeah sure we do,” said Briana. She puffed up her chest, “we passed the test didn’t we.”

“Yes but... ahh never mind,” said the Queen with a wave of her hand then continued. “Since this is your first assignment I have decided to send an A.I. with you. He will help you if... make that when you run into problems.”

“He?” Briana asked.

“Yes. Unfortunately before they went extinct the males of our planet had imprinted their brain patterns inside the computers main frame. And despite the efforts of our best scientists we can’t get it out. Dirty fuckin’ bastards.” She snapped her fingers and a scantily clad servant scurried around the corner with a small, cloth covered box in her hand. She handed it to the Queen

Marie lifted the material off to reveal a square container.

Inside the 15” square, clear plastic box was the disembodied head of a male amazon. He was bald except for small patches of dark hair above each of his ears. He had dark brown eyes and a large bulbous nose. From the wrinkles and bags under his eyes whoever they used as a model appeared to be older. The head blinked at the sudden light and peered around.

“Jeeesh,” said Tammy out of the corner of her mouth to Briana, “he’s pretty ugly. No wonder they went instinct.”

Suddenly the man’s mouth began to move and a deep baritone voice sounded from a small speaker attached to the base of the box. “That’s extinct you moron!” The head rolled it’s eyes toward the ceiling. “Great, why do I always get the stupid ones.”

“Hold your tongue, Bob,’ said the Queen, “or I will use your head for arrow practice. You will help them out as best as you can. Is that clear?!””

“Oh, very well my Queen,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Of course, I will do my best. But I hope you understand that a craftsman can only be as good as his tools.”

“And I hope you understand,” she retorted, “that if they fail on this mission you will spend eternity on that planet.”

“But my Queen,” he protested, “that’s not fair!! I will need to...”

“I don’t think so,” said Marie. She reached down and flicked a switch on the side of the case. Bob’s mouth continued to move but no sound was emitted from the speaker.

She turned back to the girls. “I’ve also supplied you with these.” She snapped her fingers again and another servant appeared carrying three, 3” wide belts. Each of the belts contained several small compartments along with a holster that sported an odd looking gun. “Since you all have passed the warrior training, I’m sure know what these are so I won’t bother explaining.”

The girls eyed each other nervously.

“After you get there find yourselves some females and copy their recognition patterns. It’s the easiest and quickest way to learn the world’s customs and learn their slang and it can give you an idea on how to act. You will hold on to your own personalities but you...”

The three amazons looked at the Queen with blank, vacant expressions as her monotone voice droned into an endless stream of blah, blah, blah.... finally a few minutes later...

“Now, check in from time to time and report on your progress. The coordinates on the ship have been set to deliver you to the 67481385299th dimension.” She looked down and could see the three quivering in fright, their knees nearly knocking together. “Good luck - you’re dismissed.”

“Yes my Queen,” they responded.

As they turned the Queen added one more thing. “Oh Briana...”

Daughter turned to mother. “Yes mother?”

“Try not to screw things up too badly.”

***

The three friends, with Katie carrying Bob the AI, left the palace and went out into a large flat field of flowers and clover.

“Now,” perplexed Briana as she peered about, “Adrienne said the hover craft was out here somewhere. Why can‘t we see it?”

Gunny walked to the left. “Maybe it’s over here,” she said.

KAAAAWWWAAAAANNGGGGGGGG.

Gunny’s head snapped back and she fell flat on her back like a toppled ironing board.

“Oh good,” said Briana, “there it is.”

Gunny struggled to her feet sporting a red welt across the top of her forehead.

The disembodied head of Bob snickered and snorted. “You did know that the ships are made of crystal material that deflects light making them 99.99% invisible right?”

“Uh... yeah.... yeah we knew that. Right Tammy?”

Tammy lifted up Bob’s case. “Yeah we knew that!!” She clicked her tongue. “Tsk what do think we are - stupid or something?”
Bob’s face contorted and twisted as he fought vainly against the snickers that threatened to escape.

After finally finding the opening, the women settled into the command center of the ship. From this vantage point they could look out over the flowery field and to the castle of the Queen.

Briana squinted in anger at the palace. “Try not to screw things up she said! Well I’ll show her!! I’ll prove my mother wrong!! I’ll complete this mission!! I’ll.., I’ll.. Hey! do either of you know how to run this thing?”
Tammy and Gunny looked at each other then turned back to Briana. “No,” they responded together.

“Oh great!! Well... someone go back and get that male headed Boob thing. Maybe he knows what to do.”

Gunny slipped from her seat and disappeared, returning moments later with the clear case.

“I thought you said you knew how to operate this ship?” Bob said as Gunny set him down on the console.

“I just need a refresher. Just tell me what to do.”

“No I don’t think so,” said Bob stubbornly. You’re on your own on this one.”

“Oh really,” said Briana smugly as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Hey Tammy - go get a hammer and see how sturdy that case of his is.”

“Okay,” said the buxom brunette. She spun from her seat and bounced happily down the corridor.

“You wouldn’t!” said Bob.

Briana sat facing him with her shapely sexy legs crossed while twirling her auburn tresses in her fingers. She smiled ever so sweetly. “Try me.”

“Oh all right. I’ll tell you. First see that lever? That engages and disengages the anti-gravity field. Then what you do is.....WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

Briana turned to see Tammy raising a very large hammer up and over her head preparing to smash it down onto Bob’s clear case with her muscular amazon arms.

“WAIT!!!” Briana shrieked.

Just as she was about to swing the hammer, Tammy stopped and turned to her team leader. “What?”
“It’s okay, Tammy. He’s going to help us.”

“Huh?”

“Just drop the hammer and go sit down.”

“Oh, Okay,“ said the huge breasted amazon smiling. She released the hammer and it landed on the metal floor with a loud ‘CLANG‘.

“Jeesh,” said Bob. “Did they drop you girls on your heads when you were born or what?”

“Tammy,” said Briana, “pick up the hammer.”

“Just kidding!! Just kidding!!! said Bob. “NYAAAAAAA!!!!”

“Tammy drop the hammer.”

‘CLANG’

With things finally settled down Bob went through the entire start procedures and soon the ship was humming with energy.

“Now, once you press that button we’ll be off and moving.”

“Okay,” said Briana. “Her goes.”

On a mountainside near the castle of Amazonia a female shepherd heard a strange noise. Looking up she spotted something blurring across the sky. And even from this distance, as the blur slowly disappeared into a black square in the sky, she could swear she could her a noise that sounded like..., like women screaming.

“EEEEEEEIIIIIeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii....................”

***

“Glory be Commissioner, tis a dark time for our fair city, a dark time indeed.”

Colossal City Police Commissioner Alfred Winchester stared solemnly out the window of the high rise police headquarters. He was dressed in a perfectly pressed, plain gray suit with a white shirt and black bow tie. Not a silvery hair on his head was out of place, though his jowls hung sadly as he stared out the window at his beloved city.

The much loved Commissioner Winchester clucked his tongue. “It is indeed, Chief Weinstein. Such a crime wave has never before been seen in the history of this wonderful metropolis. Theft, extortion, kidnappings, gambling, prostitution running rampant.... it breaks one‘s heart.” The Commissioner shook his head forlornly.

“Sure and begora and our heroic police force is doing all they can too,” said Chief Weinstein regrettably. A heavy set man, he was dressed in a snazzy blue police uniform and wearing a stupid patrolman’s police hat. “But these master criminals are more than our boys can handle. They are too devious, too clever!”

“Yes, and the federal agencies have their own hands full and cannot spare any help. And the same is happening in every city and in almost every country in the world. Ever since that blackness appeared over our warm municipality, things have gone into the goddamn toilet,” he said dejectedly.

“Aye sir.” The chief walked over to stand by his boss and they both stared out the window. The two raised their hands to their chins and looked out over the sea of buildings.

“If we don’t get a miracle soon Chief Weinstein,” Commissioner Winchester said, “I’m afraid all will be lost.”

****

“..............iiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeIIIIIIIEEEEEEE”

The fine citizens of Colossal City, still going about their daily lives, looked up into the clear afternoon sky at the sound of... of... women screaming? Someone thought they spotted a square black spot in the sky but as soon as it appeared it vanished. Shrugging their shoulders they returned slump shouldered and dejected back to the daily grind.

With a sudden jolt, the anti-grav ship slammed to a stop hovering high above Colossal City.

The amazon women pulled themselves up off the floor and shook off the effects of the quick stop.

“Why didn’t you warn us about that entry Bub?!” Briana cried. “Bibby? Where the fuck is Booby?!!”

They heard a muffled sound and turned over some spilled boxes to find the A.I. flipped over on his head.

“MMMmmMMMFFFF.”

“What did he say?” Gunny asked Tammy.

“I don’t know,” said Tammy. The tall brunette leaned down to the case. “WE CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU!!! She yelled as if trying to talk to a deaf person.

Briana strode over and peered into the case as well. “Maybe something happened to him during the entry.”

Inside the case Bob’s eyes rolled angrily and his mouth began moving with blurry speed. “MMMMPHHTTTTFFUCKINFFFMSHITHEADSMSNNSHHJJKSS”

‘WE STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU,” yelled Briana. “Well,” she said finally, “why don’t we just set him up on the console. Maybe if he sees we made it he’ll snap out of it.”

Gunny picked up the case and set him upright on the control panel.

“Ohhhhh,” the AI mumbled angrily to himself, “if I only had hands.”

“We made it Boob!!” Briana said gleefully, then added smugly “I bet my mother would be proud of me now!”

Bob grumbled again. “We haven’t even started yet you pinhead!!”

“Oh yeah. Well what do we do first?”

“Well,” said the A.I. “We need to find some local females for you to copy. Once we do that then I need to be plugged into their network system and get you ladies set up as normal citizens,” Bob explained. “Now take us down into the city, nice and slow.”

“Okay,” said Briana, “here goes.”

In a flash the three heroines were thrown to the floor and the command center was flooded with darkness.

Briana stumbled to her feet. “What happened? Did we crash?”

“No we didn’t crash you bubblehead!” said Bob. “We’re about five thousand miles in space is all. You went in the wrong direction which is a good thing otherwise we‘d be eating molten lava right now!!! Now let’s spend some time up here so you can get used to operating this ship.”

For the next two days, Briana learned the intricacies of flying the hover craft while Tammy and Gunny sat around bored, whining about not having a climax-a-tube handy.

Finally, satisfied that she could handle the ship, Bob relented and the amazons returned to Colossal City to search for three females they could copy certain brain patterns from and imprint them into their own.

“See if you can find some intelligent looking females,” said Bob. “We need to make sure that we don’t get the dregs of this society to use as a blueprint.”

The ship slipped down between two very high office buildings. No one on the streets or in the buildings even noticed them there, the slight blur in the air dismissed as exhaust from some diesel engine.

“Look,” said Bob as he peered out the front view screen. “How about those three there?” Below them and walking along the sidewalk, were three business woman. Each carried a briefcase and wore business dress suits and sunglasses. “They look pretty important.”

Briana looked down at them. “Oh please!” she snickered. “Talk about real dorks.”

“Yeah,” said Gunny giggling and snorting. “ And look at those shoes!!! Puhleeease!!!! Let us make the call on this one. We know what we’re doing!”
“Ooooo!” Tammy suddenly squealed as she pointed out the view port. “Right there! Right there! Nice outfits.”

“Ooooo, yeah” Briana cooed. “and their shoes match too!!!.”

Having just stepped out of a fashion store the three visiting party girls and part time models from southern California stopped and admired each others new clothes. Each wore high micro miniskirts and tall boots with dangling earrings and poofed up hair.

“You look like - so fucking awesome,” purred one.

“Like... for fucking real,” said the second as she shook her head to throw her hair back. “We are going to be the absolute smash at the party tonight!”

“The guys will be like... so all over us!” said the third. “They will be eating us with their eyes!”

“If I know this party,” said the first one, “so will the hot babes!!”

The three giggled and teehee’ed. Suddenly they began to shake and tremble as if they were being hit by a thousand volts of electricity. People walking by gave them a wide berth as the trio vibrated in tiny circles like the players from the old style electric football games. Then just as suddenly it stopped.

Small tendrils of smoke drifted off the tops of their moussed hair as they stared in shock at each other.

“Whoa. Wha... what was that!”

“I don’t know,” said the second gulping hard, “but I think my pussy’s on fire!”

“Okay,” said Bob, “You’ve got their knowledge of the culture, the do’s and don’ts, now let’s go find a spot where I can connect into the electronic systems.”

The amazons flew around the city and finally found an old abandoned factory. All around were broken down autos and litter blowing in the nearby streets. The invisible ship settled down in the decrepit, weed-infested parking lot. Carrying Bob, the trio cautiously left the ship and entered the building through a broken door.

After testing a dozen phone lines they went into the basement where Bob showed them how to hook him up to the earth network system. The girls then sat impatiently waiting for the next two hours while Bob disappeared into the unseen world of the internet. Then suddenly he reappeared.

“Like... where have you been?” said Briana.

“Yeah,” said Gunny as she rolled her eyes. “This place is like.. so disgusting!”

“Well for your information,” said Bob, “I’ve been very busy. First of all I siphoned off about ten million dollars from a bunch of bank accounts in this far away land called Switzerland...”

“Isn’t that stealing?” asked Tammy.

“Nah. Just look at it as payment for the work we’re about to do. Anyway I set up bank accounts for you and bought you a mansion out in an area they call the suburbs; five bedrooms, gym, sauna, jacuzzi, swimming pool - the works. Next I created identities for each of you; birth certificates, social security numbers, school records, even drivers licenses. Oh by the way you all have new names.”

“Briana - your earth name is now Linda McKay also known as Linnie.”

“Ooooo,” she squealed, “I kinda like that.”

“Gunamer,” he continued, “your earth name is Laurie Conrad.”

“Do I have a nickname?” asked the blond wide-eyed.

“Naahh. Slut bag was all ready taken,” he snapped back

“Oh okay,” she said smiling.

“And Tammaka your earth name is now Katherine Williams. Also known as Katie or Kat.”

“Cool,” said the muscular brunette.

“You should use your new names at all times,” he continued. “You don’t want to use your Amazonia names by mistake so remember who you are and the names of your teammates.”

The three looked at each other in confusion. “You’re Katherine right Gunny?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m Katie.”

“No, you’re Linnie.”

“No I’m Linnie!!

“No you’re Laurie!!”

“Well then like... who’s Kat?”
Bob shook his head as the three amazon women tried to sort it out.

****

For the next two weeks, Linnie (Briana), Laurie, (Gunny) and Katie (Tammy) settled into their new surroundings. With the knowledge from the three Californian girls they purchased loud furniture for their expansive home and slutty clothes for themselves as well as sports cars and jewelry. They spent long hours in their mirrors primping their hair and applying make-up till they felt they got the right look. They each practiced driving their three sports cars around the neighborhood till they were somewhat familiar with the rules of the road.

They also had the AI teach them about the utility belts and the guns in the holsters that had been given to them by the Queen. Around the belts were a number of compact compartments. Inside the compartments were a number of items that the girls were not familiar with.

“By the way,” Linda asked Bob, “what does this gun do?”

“That is a compelling gun. When you shoot someone with it they have to do what you say. The effect lasts for about three hours. Comes in handy when you need to disable crooks.”

“WOW!!” Linda exclaimed excitedly, “Just shut the fuck up!!! Laurie! Katie! Come here for a second!!!”

The two comrades bounded into the living room.

“This is a complaining gun! It makes people do what you say!”

“Really!” said Kat, “How does it work?”
“Uhmm... watch!” She pointed the gun at Laurie and pulled the trigger.

Immediately a blue light, about the size of a dime, fired from the end of the pistol and struck the tall blond square in the forehead. She stiffened and stood as still as a zombie.

“Now she has to do anything I say,” said Linda proudly.

“That is soooo awesome!” Kate squealed. “Tell her to do something.”

“Okay let’s see.... go to sleep!”

Immediately the buxom blonde fell to the carpet with a loud thud like a felled Christmas tree.

“That is not a toy!” scolded Bob. “You shouldn’t be playing around with it!”

“Make her do something else,” giggled Kat.

“You can’t now you airheads,” said Bob, “she’s going to be asleep for the next three hours! When you implant a suggestion make sure of what you’re telling them!”

“That is like totally awesome,” said Linda.

Kate began opening compartments and pulling out items. “What are these?” she asked while holding up three handcuffs. They looked like any normal set of handcuffs - silver with two clamps, held together by a short unbreakable chain, to bind either wrists or ankles together.

“Those are hypno-cuffs,” said the A.I. “They’re kind of like the gun. Those are good for when you have a criminal who resists arrest. Slap these babies on someone and they become docile and obedient which will last as long as the handcuffs are on. The only problem with them are that, once put on, the prisoner is open to anyone’s commands”

“What about these?” asked Linda. In her hand she had a small clear plastic case. Inside the case were hundreds of tiny white pills.

“Those are sensory magnifiers. Take one of those and all of your senses will be magnified by threefold for about twenty four hours. Your eyesight, hearing, sense of smell, taste and sense of touch will be tripled.”

“How about these ones?” said Kat holding up a similar case only the pills were blue.

“Strength pills,” Bob replied. “Taking those will make you incredibly strong for about a twenty minutes.”

“Wow,” said Linda, “this is some really cool shit!!”
“Just be careful with that stuff!! It’s all very dangerous and should only be used when absolutely necessary. It really shouldn’t be in the hands of children either. Why your mother let you pea brains have this material is beyond me.”

“Did you say something, head guy?” said Linda as she played with the gun and squinted down the barrel.

“no..., no..., no... just ignore me.”

***

“You sure you don’t know how to build a tube?” Linnie asked Bob for the thousandth time.

It had now been four weeks since they had left Amazonia and their sexual frustrations were growing stronger and more demanding with each passing day. Before their assignment they would use the climax-a-tube at least twice a day - sometimes upwards of five or six depending on how busy it was. Now they had nothing to release their growing urges.

“NO!” he answered for the thousandth time. “And even if I did I wouldn’t build it for you - you sluts would never get to work. Besides it’s been almost a month since we’ve been here and you had better get started on cleaning up this planet! If your mother finds out you’ve done nothing she may pull you out of here and split you up like she threatened!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Any suggestions?”

“Maybe you should go offer your services to the local law enforcement. I’m sure they could use you.”

“Do you think they might want our help?”
“Can’t hurt to ask. Besides you really shouldn’t be doing vigilante work. Everything you do should be in conjunction with the local authorities.”

Linda looked at him blankly.

“Just go ask them,” Bob said.

The next day, driving their convertible Porsche with the top down, the three amazons went into the city and found the police headquarters. As they got out of their car people stopped and stared. Each of them looked absolutely stunning with short skirts, long shapely legs and killer make-up. They wore tight form fitting shirts that hugged their full round braless breasts with their nipples jutting out of the tight fabric. Their hair was done just perfect, Linda with her auburn hair, Laurie with her blond and Katie with her black tresses. Their eyelashes were long and thick and their lips were red and full.

The trio sauntered into the police station where they were met by a grisly looking sergeant at the front desk.

“What can I do for you ladies,” he grumbled roughly.

‘We’re here to help you,” said Linda cheerfully. “We understand that you’re having trouble with crime in the city and we want to assist in catching the criminals.”

For long moments the sergeant stared at the three dolled up women as if they were pulling his leg. Not saying a word he glared at them menacingly.

Confused by the man’s long silence the girls looked at each other and decided to try again.

“Yeah,” said Laurie smiling sweetly. “These criminals may be too much for you so we thought we’d help you out.”

“You all are pulling my leg right?” growled the sergeant getting angrier by the second. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Cause we don’t have time to play around with you’s dumb ass bitches.”

“Joke? Oh no,” giggled Kate. “If you could take us to your supervisor right away we’d like to get started.”

“OKAY THAT’S IT!!!!” He stood up and leaned across the desk threateningly. “YOU STUPID TWATS HAD BETTER GET OUT HERE BEFORE I COME ACROSS THIS DESK AND KICK YOU IN YOUR FUCKIN’ CUNTS!!!!!

The three innocent amazons stared wide eyed at the raving, lunatic policeman and stepped back warily. Just then a door from within the station opened and a gray haired gentleman stepped up next to the women.

“Is there a problem here sergeant O’Malley?” asked Police Commissioner Winchester.

“Oh no Commissioner,” said the sergeant calmly, “no problem at all. Just that these ladies think they can catch criminals better than we can.”

“Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah,” whined Linda, “We offered our help and he said if we didn’t leave he was going to kick us in our cunts!!”

“Yeah,” echoed Kate and Laurie.

Commissioner Winchester looked at the sergeant then at the three girls. “Well then there’s only one thing I can say. If I were you ladies, I would leave. Carry on sergeant.”

“Thank you Commissioner. Have a nice night.”

With that the head of the police department walked out the front door.

In silence the three amazons and the desk sergeant watched the police boss leave. Then slowly the three gorgeous babes turned towards the sergeant who turned towards them at the same time. Their eyes met and they all froze. Then the sergeant started crawling over the desk.

“EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK,” the girls squealed and ran out the front door.

“Well that didn’t work out too good,” said Laurie as they headed down the steps of the police headquarters.

“We just have to figure another way of getting their attention,” said Linda.

As they walked back towards their car they passed a newsstand. “Hey look!!” said Katie. She reached down and picked up two comic books. “These men and women are fighting against criminals! The only difference between them and us is that they have costumes on and cover their faces!”

“Damn sexy costumes too!” said Laurie excitedly.

“You know you may be on to something, Kat.” Linda threw out her hip and put a finger to her chin and concentrated in deep thought. “I’ve got it!!” the amazon princess said finally. “We’ll make our own costumes then we’ll take our ship right up to the Conditionals office! That way we can bypass the mean guy at the front!”

“Uhmm.. isn’t it Commissioner?” said Katie.

“Oh Tammy, er.. I mean Katie,” said Linda. “Sometimes you’re so duh!”

“Yeah, duh” said the blond Laurie.

With their plan intact the women roared off down the street in their Porsche.

****

“What!!! How did you get in here?!!”

“Through the window,” said the masked female.

Commissioner Winchester and Chief Weinstein stood dumbfounded in his office at the three women who stood with their fists resting on their wide hips .

The one speaking was dressed in a red costume, or what little there was of it. A deep maroon mask, like Zorro’s with two slits cut open for the eyes, wrapped around her head and was tied in a neat bow. Her auburn hair spilled out from beneath the mask and tumbled over her shoulders. Her shirt looked like a tank top with two thin straps passing up and over her shoulders but was open straight down the middle of her chest with the only thing holding the two sides together was three red colored leather ties. But the opening was so large that most of her ample breasts showed between the ties almost to her nipples. Her bottom consisted of a maroon micro miniskirt that hung low on her supple hips with the same colored panties underneath. The remainder of her outfit consisted of calf high boots of plush velvet and a pair of frilly gloves that reached almost to her elbows.

The next one over had thick blond hair and a black mask that was strapped across her head like a blindfold only with two openings where bright blue eyes peered through. She wore a black two piece suit - the bra-type top pulled her huge tits up and together like plates holding mounds of jello while the black bottom was a tiny skirt so small that her ass cheeks peeked out from beneath. She had long supple shapely legs and wore knee high black boots and black leather gloves.

The last one over was another tall and buxom female. She was all dressed in white which contrasted sharply with her black hair, tanned skin and dark eyes. A white mask hid most of her features. It covered her eyes and cheeks then curled down below her ears. Two straps held it tightly to her head. The bra of the suit looked more like a bathing suit bikini top. Her enormous breasts pushed the fabric outward as if it would tear at any second. Dark spots on the front of the suit showed where the areolas were and her nipples poked against the outfit as if trying to escape. Her belly lay bare and the bottom section of the outfit was merely a companion of the top, a white tiny skirt cut so low it would have shown her pubic hairs if she had any. Underneath the skirt she wore skimpy lacy panties and, while not a thong, the back incessantly crept into the mountainous valley of her ass cheeks and she continuously had to reach back and pull out the wedgie. Her calf high boots and elbow length gloves were also white.

The female in red stepped up front. “We are here to help you combat the crime wave that is... that is... er waving crime across your land!” said the woman in red importantly. “I am known as Crimson.”

Then the woman in black stepped forward. “We have come from far away to assist this planet in fighting the beings that have invaded you with their uhm... invasion things!” she stated seriously. “I am known as Goldengirl.”

Dressed in white the last one stepped forward. “It is important that we work with the local law enforcement officials in a partnership to defeat the evil that spreads.... er.. evil across your lands,” she giggled. “I am known as Gladiator.”

“Th... th... this is preposterous!” bumbled the Commissioner. “How do I know you’re not criminals like all the others?!”
“The criminals now ingesting your planet,” said Crimson self-assuredly, “have escaped into your world from another dissension and we are here to capture them and return them to their prison.”

“But... but who are you lassies?” stammered Chief Weinstein.

“Our true identities will not be revealed to you. Just know that we have come to your world to restore order.”

The Commissioner and Police Chief stood staring for minutes on end. “Excuse us ladies for one second.” The two of them strode over to the other side of the room and spoke quietly to each other. Finally they came back.

“Very well,” said the Commissioner. “It appears that we don’t have much choice. But since you will be working for us I am going to have to deputize you. We do not want vigilantes running around. It would make a mockery of our wonderful law enforcement system.”

“Yeah, like it’s doing a great job now,” Laurie said out of the side of her mouth.

“Now raise your right hands,” said the Commissioner. “No your other ones...“

After a short ceremony the Commissioner produced three badges and went to pin them on their chests. “Er... uhm..” said the kindly old gentleman as he looked at their massive breasts and skimpy outfits, “I’ll just hand these to you. Just make sure you keep them with you at all times while you are on duty. You’re dismissed.”

The three costumed amazons headed back towards the window.

“Saints preserve us!” said Chief Weinstein, “Where are you going?”
Crimson smiled, pulled out a small remote control and pressed a few buttons. Suddenly just outside the window, a solid something appeared in the sky, opening wider and wider till the two shocked policemen found themselves looking inside the door of a hovering spaceship.

Each of the women climbed out the window and into the ship, bending over to reveal their wide buttocks as their skimpy panties slipped up between their ass cheeks, each one mumbling beneath their breaths as they fought to remove the fabric from their cracks. The door closed and the ship disappeared completely. Next there came a soft whoosh then silence.

Chief Weinstein and Commissioner Winchester walked to the window like two cautious penguins. They peered out into the late afternoon sky.

“It seems Chief,” said the Commissioner finally, “that our fate is in their hands.”

“Aye,” said the Chief, “but I’ve got a good feeling about them Commissioner. And they have really snazzy costumes.”

The two senior policemen slowly turned to each other and nodded then turned back to the cloudless sky.