HarveyVerse Part One: Beginnings By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains sexual material that should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. The characters in this story were created by Harvey Comics, but I have no clue who currently owns their rights now, but it isn't me. This is a parody and the characters are used here under the provisions of the Fair Use act. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com [Author's Note: My parents owned a store when I was young that sold comics, so I could read all the comics I wanted for free. I used to read the Marvel and DC superhero comics first and when they ran out, I turned to the westerns (e.g. Rawhide Kid) and war comics (Sgt. Fury etc.(. When those ran out, I went to the Archie comics and finally to the Harvey Comics. I never got desperate enough to read the romance ones! I really hadn't thought much about those Harvey comics in a long time, but while listening to some geek podcasts on the Marvel and DC universes, an idea popped into my mind and I had to write it. I hope I haven't destroyed too many childhood illusions in the process. This might be a one shot, or a series depending on how it is received.] * In the annals of crime fighting there is the Baxter Building, home of the Fantastic Four, Avengers Mansion, Professor Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, Superman's Fortress of Solitude, Titan Tower and the Bat Cave, under stately Wayne Manor. Now you can add another icon to this paradigm, Rich Tower in downtown Harveyville. This story chronicles the beginning of this new legend that will strike fear into the hearts of all evil doers. * Richard Rich Jr., Executive Vice President of Rich Industries moaned as he sat back in his executive leather chair in his executive office and stroked the bright red hair of his executive assistant Gloria Glad, who was crouched between his legs with his executive cock in her mouth. "Fuck Gloria this is the best blowjob I have ever got," he moaned. The red head paused and let the sizable cock slip from her mouth for a second, holding it in one hand so she could talk clearly, "Richie you say that every time I blow you!" "That's because you keep getting better and better with more practice," grinned Richard. There were only a few people, his closest friends from his childhood who still called him Richie. Freckles, Peewee, Gloria and a few others, but that was it. To everyone else the 25 year old was now Richard or Richard Jr. if his father happened to be around. That was happening less and less as Richard took over the operation of the highest valued company in the world by a factor of at least three and his father eased into retirement. Richard knew what Gloria was doing wasn't exactly considered professional, but she was his fiancée as well as his executive assistant. They just hadn't got around to setting a date for the wedding since Gloria still didn't have a lot of use for his wealth and liked being her own woman. If she didn't want to do something, she didn't, so that made her oral ministrations in his office even more special. "Flattery will get you some deep throat," teased Gloria as she quickly demonstrated by swallowing Richard's entire length and holding it there deep in her throat. After thirty seconds of this without gagging, Gloria slowly pulled her mouth back, tongue licking the underside of Richard's cock all the while until only the head was in her mouth. Then the red haired woman began to swirl her tongue around the head and pushing it into the slit. "Oh damn Gloria, I am going to cum," screamed Richard and he was glad his office was sound proofed. It came in handy to prevent corporate espionage and for times like this. Gloria kept his cock in her mouth and luxuriated in the sensation of a huge blast of warm goo hitting the roof of her mouth and then another and another. Gloria felt her mouth fill with the warm semen and she swallowed it and Richard obligingly filled her mouth again. She loved the taste of his cum which was one of the reasons she did this on a regular basis. Gloria wondered if Richard's diet of luxury foods like caviar and lobster was what made his cum so tasty and wouldn't that make for an interesting scientific study. The other major reason she serviced him so often was that she loved the goof. Gloria's thoughts were interrupted by a polite knock on the door. There was only one person in the world who could knock so politely. "Just a moment Cadbury," Gloria called, not sure if he could hear her through the thick door, but the butler did have amazing hearing. Richard quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened up in his chair then gave Gloria a nod. The executive assistant walked to the door and swung it open. "Don't you ever sleep Cadbury?" she asked for the millionth time. "It's almost ten at night." "I try not to over indulge," replied the butler in his ramrod straight stance. "I do apologize for interrupting your meeting Master Richard," and from his glance at Gloria, they both knew that he knew what they had been doing and also that he would never bring it up or mention it to anyone. "I know from past experience that you always have a good reason Cadbury," replied Richard. "Indeed sir," said the butler. "In this case, I believe you should check the live feed on the television. It hardly matters which channel as they are all pretty much covering the same thing." Richard frowned and grabbed the television remote from his desk and pressed a few buttons. A large flat screen descended from the ceiling and turned itself on. Richard and Gloria stood staring at a scene of chaos. On the screen, there were people screaming and running, cars were on fire and some buildings as well. "This is the scene in downtown Harveyville," said the studio anchor doing voice over. "Dozens, or even hundreds of highly armed men in strange uniforms are attacking the city. We have several reports of people being killed and injured. It is unclear at this moment what the motive for this attack is, or who is behind it." "I've got to do something!" said Richard staring at the screen in horror. "There are some things even a trillionaire can't do," said Gloria and then she saw the look in Richard's eyes. "Now wait a second, that thing isn't fully tested yet." ‘It's about to get a test under fire," said Richard grimly as he pressed another button on the remote and a secret door opened. He hurried through it into a long hall and Gloria hurried to catch up with him with Cadbury faithfully following along. The corridor ended in a large lab like room and in the center under a clear plastic case was a suit of armor. It was entirely gold in colour, except for a green dollar sign on the chest plate. It might look a bit like the armor of knights of yore, but it was the most technologically advanced thing that Rich Industries had ever made. Richard quickly stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and began to don the pieces of armor, last of all putting the gleaming golden helmet on his head. "What do you think?" he asked Gloria, "I think you look ridiculous," Gloria replied with her arms crossed over her chest. "This is the stupidest thing you have ever done Richie." "That's a pretty bold claim considering some of the dumb stunts I have done," replied Richard with his infectious grin. "Wish me luck please Gloria." "Good luck and just come back to me in one piece," replied Gloria, and she stepped forward to give the armored man a hug. "Have you come up with a stupid hero name yet?" "I think there is only one name that fits," replied Richard, "say hello to Rich Man." "Oh god, that's corny," said Gloria stepping back. "I have to be me," replied Richard and he mentally activated a control and the ceiling opened up to the night sky. Carefully, Rich Man ignited his flight system and rose up and vanished. * The buxom woman lay naked on the bed with her golden blonde hair splayed around her like a halo on her pillow. Her legs were spread wide and a sheen of sweat covered her body as she drove the dildo in and out of her pussy. It wasn't a small dildo either and she used it ruthlessly, her body bucking and twitching with pleasure. Her large boobs bounced around wildly and she moaned continuously as she slammed the dildo home again and again and again. "Almost there," she panted to herself. "Hey Wendy, what are you doing?" asked a pleasant male voice , sounding almost childlike in tone and curiosity. "Oh fuck Casper," can't you learn to knock?" gasped Wendy as she looked up at the small white figure that had just drifted through a wall into her bedroom. "Oh sorry Wendy, I keep forgetting," apologized the ghost, "but there is something important I need to tell you." "It's not as important as me getting off," panted Wendy as she resumed fucking herself with the dildo. It was a bit , ok a lot embarrassing to have Casper just floating there while she did it, but her need was extreme at the moment. "Come back in about five minutes ok?" she asked and resumed her aided masturbation session. "Can I stay and watch?" asked Casper innocently. "I'm not sure what you are doing. Can you explain it to me please Wendy?" That was the problem with Casper, thought Wendy as she drove the dildo in and out of her cunt, trying to recapture the march to the peak that had been derailed by the ghost's appearance. Casper might be 75 years old, but he had become a ghost before puberty and so had no clue about sex and Wendy didn't feel inclined at the moment to pause and give him sex education lessons that he might never be able to understand. "This is a private thing Casper," she managed to get out. "Is that why you took all your clothes off?" asked Casper curiously. "Yeah," moaned Wendy who was now squeezing her breasts with the hand that wasn't employed on the dildo. "We've talked about this before Casper. Some human activities are meant to be private." "Oh right, anything involving your cat," said Casper brightly as he floated closer to the bed to get a closer look at the dildo as it parted Wendy's netherlips and drove in and out of her very wet slit. "It's a pussy, not a cat," panted Wendy who had given up on getting rid of the inquisitive ghost and despite some mental discomfort with having someone watch, she ploughed on. "I don't understand why that is important," protested Casper, "Isn't a pussy and a cat the same thing?" Wendy was too busy to continue that etymology discussion and so said nothing. Casper transferred his gaze to her chest now, "I think your breasts are getting bigger every time I see them Wendy. They are easily as big as cantaloupes now." Oddly enough, Casper's presence and embarrassingly innocent comments seem to be helping, mused Wendy as she felt her climax only a few strokes away. Then with a loud scream that actually scared Casper and made him back away from the bed, the blonde came and a geyser of her fluids spurted into the air and fell in a warm rain on her loins and lower stomach. "Are you alright Wendy?" asked Casper with concern in his voice. "You scared me more than even Spooky can." "Oh yes, I'm just fine now," gasped Wendy as she slowly came down from her climax and could concentrate on other things now. "What was so important that just couldn't wait?" she asked the ghost. "Oh, there is a lot of shouting and screaming in the city," replied Casper. "It's way more than even my uncles can do at their worst." Casper's "uncles" were a trio of ghosts named Stretch, Fatty and Stinky who weren't really related to Casper at all, but had adopted him in a sort of bullying abusive way. Unlike Casper, they were far from innocent and took great delight in scaring the living and spying on their most intimate moments. "Let me check the tv," said Wendy as she got up, still naked and found the remote to turn on the small screen she had in her bedroom where she normally watched YouTube and TikTok videos. "This is the scene in downtown Harveyville," said the studio anchor doing voice over. "Dozens, or even hundreds of highly armed men in strange uniforms are attacking the city. We have several reports of people being killed and injured. It is unclear at this moment what the motive for this attack is, or who is behind it." Wendy and Casper watched the same news report that Richard Rich had watched and came to the same conclusion. "I need to do something to stop that," said Wendy striding over to her closet and taking out the costume she had designed for a situation just like this. It consisted of little more than a bright red bikini , mask and a pair of calf high boots with six inch heels, all the same shade as the hooded onesy she used to wear as a child. In fact, Wendy had used material from that outgrown garment to make her costume. There was a holster on one hip of the rather skimpy bottoms and Wendy stopped to pick up her dildo, lick it clean and then with a wave of her hand turn it back into an ordinary looking magic wand that she placed in the holster. "The Red Witch is ready to make her heroine debut," she proclaimed to the room which would have been more impressive, except only Casper was there to hear it. "Can I come with you?" asked Casper. "Do I get a new cool name too?" "Of course you can come along," replied Wendy, "you're my best friend after all and I think Casper is a cool name all by itself." Casper smiled and then drawing her wand from its holster, Wendy, or rather the Red Witch gave a wave of it and the pair vanished from the bedroom to appear in the middle of downtown Harveyville where all the screaming and shouting was coming from. * "take it all off sweetie!" yelled the drunk in the front row. Dorothy Polka, better known as Dot, took another spin around the pole, she had undone all the buttons on the "cop" uniform she was wearing and that gave the crowd tantalizing glimpses of her breasts as she spun. Moving away from the pole, the dark haired stripper ripped open that undone top at last to display a set of what looked to be at least DD boobs and the crowd went wild. It went wilder still when Dot lifted one breast to her mouth and licked the erect nipple then repeated this with the other breast. Dot fed off the crowd's cheers and removed the top entirely before taking another spin on the pole, her now exposed tits flying out wildly. Dot knew the police didn't think much of a stripper using a sexy cop outfit, but the crowd loved it and she slowly undid the belt on the blue mini skirt to roars of approval. The skirt slid down the dark haired stripper's hips and landed on the stage floor at her feet. Dot kicked it away and now had only a black thong and heels on. She took another turn around the pole and then bent over with her soft, round ass to the crowd and gave herself a spanking that made the crowd howl even louder. Turning back to face her audience, Dot placed her fingers under the elastic of her skimpy panties and oh so slowly began to tug them down. Bit by bit her shaved and glistening pussy was exposed to the watchers. "Jeez, look how wet the bitch is!" called another drunk. Dot tossed the panties into the crowd. She did that for two reasons, one was that it was a big hit with the audience and the second was that while they scrambled for them, she could scamper off to the dressing room before some drunk climbed on stage and tried to get frisky. "You were great as always doll," said Jerry Banger, the manager as Dot went by him and he gave her a slap on her bare ass. "Thanks Jerry," replied Dot who had a quick shower in the locker room and then using a PIN opened the office of the owner of the club and slipped inside. She didn't make a secret out of this and everyone thought she was banging the mysterious owner that no one ever saw including Jerry. The truth was that Dot herself was the owner of the club, but keeping that a secret gave her a lot more freedom to move about without being pestered. Dot was hardly as rich as her friend Richie, but she had hung out with him enough to learn about what made a good investment. She had taken the initial money she made stripping, invested it in some promising stocks and after a year had quietly bought the club. Most of Dot's friends and family thought she was nuts when she told them she enjoyed stripping, but Dot knew she had always craved attention ever since she was young. It was in retrospect what had made her so obsessed with dots. They had covered all of her clothes and everything she owned was dot themed. Stripping gave her the attention Dot craved and financial independence. Besides this club ‘The Spotted Flamingo', Dot owned half a dozen other strip clubs around the country, with plans to open several more. She kept them clean and didn't allow the whoring that many other clubs did in little back rooms. Dot knew some of the girls made "private" arrangements with men they met at the club, but as long as no hanky-panky happened in the club itself, she didn't care. Dot sat down behind her desk, preparing to do some paperwork and flipped on the tv to see if there was any breaking news. This is the scene in downtown Harveyviglle," said the studio anchor doing voice over. "Dozens, or even hundreds of highly armed men in strange uniforms are attacking the city. We have several reports of people being killed and injured. It is unclear at this moment what the motive for this attack is, or who is behind it." Dot stared at the screen for a few moments, her eyes narrowing. "Someone needs to put a stop to that," she said aloud , then she stood and went to the small closet in her office and took a box down from a shelf. Dot quickly stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, there had been no underwear to remove, and dressed in the costume in the box. There wasn't much to it. The top consisted of two black dots, not much bigger than pasties that covered her nipples and were connected by a thin strap of the same colour and ran around her back. The bottoms were also black, with a larger black dot centered in the middle and providing a little more coverage, but not much. Finally, there was a black mask which was of course basically two black dots with slits cut in them for her eyes. "Time for The Dot to make her heroine appearance," she said to herself. Dot concentrated briefly and a large black dot appeared in midair, orientated vertically. Without hesitation, Dot stepped through the dot and reappeared a second later in the middle of the screaming and shouting she had seen on tv. When Dorothy had hit puberty, she had not only got boobs, but mutant superpowers to go with them. * Lotta grabbed the man's arm and slung him across the wrestling ring where he bounced off the ropes and right into the boot she planted in his face which sent him down onto his back. Of course the whole thing was carefully choreographed and rehearsed, this was professional wrestling after all. The Harvey Wrestling World or HWW was the number one professional wrestling circuit and made big bucks with sold out stadiums and huge television contracts. Lotta was one of the top stars in the HWW. She was a woman who at six foot four and with more muscles than politicians had secret bank accounts, could go head to head with any male wrestler in the world. The truly ironic thing was that while the wrestling matches were fixed or if you prefer, had predetermined outcomes, Lotta could have easily taken any of the male wrestlers in a straight up fight without breaking a sweat. As a young girl, Lotta had been fat, or weight over challenged, if you wanted a more politically correct phrase, with an appetite that made a black hole look like a mere planetoid. Something strange had happened when Lotta hit puberty. She had grown up and out to her current height with all her baby fat melting away. Well not all of it, some had remained in her now massive J cup boobs and in her soft, rounded ass which made her the wet dream of half the males in the world and probably more than a few women as well. Lotta's opponent tonight was the legendary Bulk Logan or the "Bulkster" and this year he was in his "heel" ego which meant the crowd was rooting for Lotta. Too bad, she was destined to win, but it would be on a disqualification which meant she would be denied the heavyweight title that Logan currently held. One of these days, Lotta hoped, they would give her the green light to be the first woman to win the title. For now, though, she needed to concentrate on the ending which was going to be tricky. Lotta walked over to where Logan was stretched out on the canvas and reached down to pull him up for her finishing move which was to lift him over her head and drop him eight feet to the mat where she would pin him. Only the script called for Logan to throw some illegal powder in her eyes as she bent over which he did right on cue and Lotta staggered back, supposedly blinded. Logan swept her legs out from under her and she did a pratfall onto the mat on her face with Logan pouncing on her back. Lotta could feel Logan's semi hard cock press into her ass and she had to bite back a smile as she realized the upcoming ending was turning her opponent on. To the shock of the announcer and the audience, Logan then ripped off Lotta's top and stood up triumphantly waving it about as a trophy. Lotta gave the required scream of outrage and being face down on the mat, had her nipples safely covered for the local and television audience, but was unable to move without exposing herself. The gong rang and the ref announced that Logan had been disqualified. There were titters from the crowd as the ref realized he couldn't exactly raise Lotta's arm in victory as that arm was cradled around her chest to protect her modesty. Logan smirked and made off for the locker room with the white bikini top waving proudly from his hands and a stage hand hurried up and handed the ref the blanket that had been left there for just this need. With some delicate maneuvering, the blanket was placed around Lotta and she got carefully to her feet with the blanket providing coverage as her arm was raised in victory. For the next show, she would have to shoot an interview where she would call Logan every name she could think of and how she would seek revenge the next time they wrestled, though of course without actually swearing. Lotta was standing in the shower in the woman's locker room which she had to herself tonight since she had been the only woman on the card, when she heard the locker room door open. "I brought your top back darling," said a smug male voice and Lotta turned to see Logan standing there with her white top in his hands. His eyes swept up and down her naked body with appreciation and Lotta saw his cock was now more than semi-hard. "Jeez Logan, you could knock you know, I might have been naked," said Lotta. "I hate to tell you this darling, but you are butt naked," said Logan, "and it is one nice butt among your other assets. Mind if I join you, we are out of hot water in the men's shower." "Again?" snorted Lotta, "that's the third time this month Logan. You need to come up with a better line than that." "Well, it worked the first two times, so I figured I shouldn't abandon a good thing," replied Logan. Lotta made a show of sighing deeply which made her massive jugs bob about in a most tantalizing way, "Fine, but this is the last time." "You are a goddess Lotta," grinned Logan as he stripped off his trunks and moved towards the water and Lotta. She watched his cock bounce up and down and when he got nearer, she reached out and grabbed it in her hand and began to stroke it. "Hmmm, what am I going to do with this bad boy?" she teased as she continued to stroke it from base to tip and back. "I have a few suggestions," replied Logan with a soft moan of pleasure. "I bet you do," smirked Lotta, "and is this one of them?" she asked as she knelt and took Logan's cock into her mouth. "It was near the top of the list," admitted Logan as he stood there with his hands on the top of Lotta's blonde head and watched the amazon slide her mouth up and down his cock with apparent relish. "I talked to old man Malone this afternoon," said Logan between moans. "I still couldn't talk him into giving you the title you deserve. He says he wants to build up the suspense some more, but I think he really just wants his daughter Stephanie to be the first woman to win the heavyweight title." "Ain't gonna happen," panted Lotta, slipping Logan's cock out of her mouth so she could talk. "The crowd won't buy that skinny little bitch beating a big man like you, no matter how much she cheats." Lotta stopped talking and lifted Logan's cock up so she could suck on his balls which she knew he loved. "Oh fuck Lotta, that feels good," moaned Logan. "Yeah you're right, but Malone is too damn stubborn to give it up." Lotta just nodded in agreement and replaced her mouth on the cock. Vince Malone was the owner of the HWW and he decided who got to win every match and of course the various titles. Stephanie was his pride and joy daughter who competed in the female only matches and was the current female champion, despite being a crappy wrestler in Lotta's opinion. Lotta didn't like her and the feeling was mutual which didn't change the fact that she was her father's precious jewel. Lotta gave a mental shrug and put that bit of annoyance out of her mind as she went back to concentrating on Logan's cock, running her tongue up and down it's rock hard length. A minute later, she was rewarded with a mouthful of warm cum that she gulped down eagerly. "I'm still hard," said Logan when Lotta straightened up to her feet. "Have you been taking those little blue pills again Logan?" she asked him with mock exasperation. "Honey with you naked and looking so fucking hot, I don't need any drugs to get it up and keep it up," replied Logan with a grin. Lotta gave a mock sigh and leaned against the shower wall, spreading her legs wide to give Logan access to her pussy. "Did I tell you this was the last time I was going to let you do this?" she inquired. "You sure did," said Logan giving her ass a smack, "and it will be until the next time," he added as he thrust his cock all the way into Lotta's pussy with one hard thrust. He knew most women wouldn't have been able to take it, let alone like it, but from past experience, Logan knew Lotta was not most women and she could take a real pounding and still want more. With that in mind, Logan grabbed the large woman's hips and began slamming his cock in and out at an ever increasing pace. Just before he came for the second time, he felt Lotta's body stiffen and heard the loud moan she came herself and covered his cock in honey. "You're the best Lotta," said a panting Logan as he pulled out of her and rinsed his cock off under the water. "I better get back to the other guys before they suspect something." "Oh right, I'm sure they didn't hear me scream out my orgasm on the other side of this wall," laughed Lotta. "Tell Randy Robbie he's a pervert for jerking off while he listened." "I will, if only to watch him blush that deep red he gets," laughed Logan who put his trunks back on and vanished out the door. Lotta finished her shower and turned on the small tv to see what was on while she got dressed. This is the scene in downtown Harveyville," said the studio anchor doing voice over. "Dozens, or even hundreds of highly armed men in strange uniforms are attacking the city. We have several reports of people being killed and injured. It is unclear at this moment what the motive for this attack is, or who is behind it." "Someone should do something about that," muttered Lotta as she watched the tv in horror. She reached into her locker and instead of taking out the white bikini she wore to wrestle in, she took out a green one. It was equally small and it should be no disguise at all, but Lotta figured if glasses worked for Clark Kent then changing her bikini colour would work just fine for her. The only adornment on the outfit were the letters LW on one huge bra cup which was still on the small side for someone of Lotty's size. Lotty wasn't sure the name was right, but Lotta Woman had been the best she had been able to come up with. Adding a green mask to her outfit, Lotta Woman slipped out the back door of the arena and headed for the all too easily heard sounds of screaming. * The first thing Rich Man did as he soared into the night sky was to crash into a building. At least, I was out of sight of Gloria and Cadbury, or they would never let me live this down, thought Richard as he looked around him at the room he had ended up in with shards of window glass laying all around him. That's when he noticed the couple in the bed and that they had been in the middle of sex when he had crashed in on them. "Er, sorry about this," said Rich Man, "please send a bill for damages to Rich Industries and um carry on with what you were doing." "I, I don't think I can," said the man as he looked down at his now soft dick. "I think you scared it into hiding." Richard was very glad for the coverage of his golden mask at this point as he was blushing furiously. "Er, there is a Buffy marathon on channel 117, maybe you might enjoy that," and reactivating his flight system, Rich Man soared back out of the broken window. He seemed to have got the hang of flight now as he continued towards the center of the carnage and spotted one of the terrorists holding a group of civilians at gun point. The terrorists were all dressed in white uniforms including helmets that covered their entire heads. Richard thought they looked like the goons from that movie in the 1970s that had flopped so bad. He couldn't remember the name at the moment, but it had been some stupid story about a farm boy on a desert world saving the galaxy from an evil empire. The thing had been so ridiculous that even today, it had the lowest rating ever for a movie on the Rotton Cabbages web site. There was a rumour that the movie had been designed just to sell toys based on it and that when the movie flopped, millions of dollars of unwanted toys had been buried somewhere in the desert near Las Vegas. Rich Man broke off his musings over the horrible movie to fly between the terrorist and the threatened people just in time to intercept the hail of bullets on his armored body that would have killed them. The terrorist was still gaping at this gold clad arrival when Rich Man's energy blast from his palm weapons rendered him unconscious. I need to think up a cool name for those energy weapons thought Richard, maybe the Rich Ray? Turning to the group of people he had saved, Rich Man activated his external speakers and told them to take shelter in the building behind them while he dealt with the rest of the terrorists. They gaped at him for a few seconds and then scurried away. Rich Man next found half a dozen of the terrorists grouped together, but this time they had seen him coming and aimed some kind of larger weapon at him. There was a muzzle flash and before Rich Man could dodge or even think about dodging, a small surface to air missile hit him in the chest and knocked him out of the sky. Rich Man crashed to the ground stunned. Suit readouts reported several system failures and that it had begun automatic repairs, but until those repairs were completed Rich Man lay in the rubble unable to move as the terrorists who had shot him moved towards him, intending to finish him off. * "There are four of them just around the corner," said Casper as he floated through the wall of the building that Wendy stood next to. ":Thanks Casper, I'll handle them," replied Wendy confidently as she drew out her magic wand. Casper just couldn't find it in himself to act scary like a proper ghost, but his ability to pass through solid objects like walls made him a terrific scout. Wendy stepped boldly around the corner to confront the terrorists Casper had found. "Ok boys," and she paused to take a good first close look at the white clad figures and decided they did all look male, "surrender quietly and I won't hurt you.". The terrorists stared at her dumbly and Wendy thought they also looked somewhat familiar like rejects out of some B level movie. "What you gonna do Red, smother us to death with those big tits of yours?" sneered one of the terrorists. Wendy frowned at this crudeness and gave her wand a wave. There was a flash of light and the weapons of the men turned into snakes that made them scream and drop them as the things hissed and shot out forked tongues. "Consider that a warning," smirked Wendy. "Look out Wendy, there's another one behind …," began Casper coming back through the wall. Casper's warning was cut off as another of the white clad terrorists crashed into Wendy from behind. She fell to the ground under the man and her wand went skittering away. "Well, this promises to be a lot more fun than just shooting up the city," leered the man as he took in Wendy's curvy body and then ripped off her red top to expose her large, magnificent breasts. "You, you wouldn't dare," quivered Wendy, suddenly afraid without her wand to summon her magic. "Trust me babe, I dare," sneered the man as he fumbled with his uniform and with some grunting pulled out his hard cock and slapped Wendy across the face with it, leaving a trail of slime on her cheek. "In fact, I think my buddies will dare also." Wendy swiveled her head around and saw the other four terrorists approaching with obvious erections forming in their white uniform bottoms and their weapons restored to normal after her loss of her wand. * Dot was pleased with herself. She had encountered three terrorists so far and had used transport dots to dispatch them. That might sound ominous, but she had only dropped them off in the nearest jail cells, minus their clothes and guns. Dot hadn't worked out the exact formula yet, but there were limitations to how much she could transport at one time and it depended on both the mass of the object and the distance she transported it. She could transport small masses of a kilogram or two a hundred meters pretty much all day, but the greater the mass and / or distance, the more it tired her out until she had to stop and recharge. Transporting the three men had taken a fair amount out of Dot, but she felt she had enough left in her for at least that many more. Yes, things were going well until she turned the corner and came face to face with the tank and its very big gun that was pointing right at her. "I suggest you do not move a muscle girl," said one of the two men standing half out of the large hatch on top of the tank. "We have been monitoring your actions with our drones and saw what you were capable of." "Who are you people and what do you want?" demanded Dot as she stood there defiant with her hands on the hips that had tantalized thousands of men who had watched her dance. "We are the people with the big gun," sneered the man, "so it is we who will ask the questions. "What is your name girl?" "I am The Dot," retorted Dot with pride, "and if you are capable of writing, it is spelled with a capital T and a capital D." "The Dot?" repeated the man. "That is the stupidest hero name I have ever heard. Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter as clearly you are suitable for only one task. Don't you agree Wilhelm?" "Definitely Carl," said Wilhelm, speaking for the first time. "She is clearly just a slut. Maybe she should strip for us eh?" "You mean like this?" asked Dot as she whisked off her top and bottoms before the two leering men in the tank could blink and stood there naked and still proud, cupping her large breasts in her hands. The two men looked stunned, not just by the sight of Dot's naked body, but by the speed with which it had all happened. They had clearly expected some more witty banter and maybe some begging from the cornered girl. "You must be a an even bigger slut than we thought," said Carl finally. "Actually no," replied Dot cooly. "I was just trying to keep your attention riveted on me for a minute." "And why did you do such a thing?" demanded a clearly confused Wilhelm. "Duh," replied Dot, "so Lotta could sneak up on you of course." "Who is this Lotta?" said Carl looking around in confusion. The answer to that question came when Lotta picked up the tank, turned it upside down and gave it a few shakes to drop Carl, Wilhelm and an unnamed driver onto the ground where Dot promptly dropped a transport dot onto them and sent them all to the local jail. "Looking good Dot," said Lotta putting the tank down and smiling at her naked friend. "You too Lotta," replied Dot, who put her meager costume back on. "Shall we go finish kicking some terrorist butt "Sounds good to me," replied Lotta , cracking her knuckles and causing a nearby window to break. * "I think you should stop doing that," said Casper floating up to the group of men surrounding Wendy, one of whom had stuffed his cock down the witch's throat, making her gag and choke. "It's a devil!" cried one of the men staring at Casper. "No," said Casper looking around to see if Hot Stuff had showed up and seeing no one, realized it was him they meant. "Oh, I'm not a devil, I'm a ghost." That didn't seem to reassure the men who started to back away from Casper in fear, except for the one throat fucking Wendy who was too busy to notice anything. "Oh it's alright, I'm a friendly ghost," Casper said smiling at them. Oddly, that didn't help either and the men began to shoot at Casper with their guns only to watch their bullets pass harmlessly through him. "Mmmmppphhh," shouted Wendy trying to get Casper's attention as she flailed around trying to push the man off and only succeeding in making her massive melons jiggle and bounce. "Yes Wendy," said Casper floating closer to her. "I'm sorry but it's hard to understand what you are trying to say with that big thing in your mouth." "mmphwandd," Wendy tried again. "Oh your wand," said Casper brightly and he looked around on the ground even as some of the terrorists continued to shoot at him despite the evidence it wasn't doing any good. "I found it Wendy," Casper said and with some concentration he managed to get it to move a bit. He couldn't pick up physical objects, but if he concentrated real hard, he could get small objects to move. He knew other ghosts were much better at this than him, but often those were the nasty ones who liked to move things like knifes around and hurt people with them. "Just stretch out your left hand a bit more Wendy," Casper encouraged his friend. Wendy's hand closed on her wand and she gave it a flick that sent the man fucking her face flying backwards to crash into a wall. Unfortunately, this happened at just the instant the man climaxed and he left a trail of his cum starting at Wendy's mouth, down her chin, throat, tits and stomach. "Ew, gross," said Wendy sitting up and noticing the trail of cock slime on her body. Next, she noticed the noise as several of the men were still firing at Casper and with another flick of her wand, she turned their weapons into tulips. The men stared at the flowers in their hands and then at Wendy for a second before running away, deciding that no matter how big her tits were, they weren't worth ending up as flowers. * Richard could see his armor's self-repairs were almost done, but the terrorists didn't look like they were going to give him the time he needed as they aimed their missile launcher at him again. He didn't think the suit could take a second direct hit without the repairs. Richard closed his eyes. He was going to miss Gloria and her oral skills most of all, he thought as he waited for the killing blow. It didn't come. Instead he heard screaming. Richard opened his eyes and saw several of the terrorists go hurtling through the air to land rather painfully. "Is that you in there Richie?" asked a concerned voice. Richard looked up to see Casper floating just above him. "Yes it's me Casper, what's happening? I can't move yet." "Lotta is playing with these men in white uniforms," replied Casper helpfully. "I think she is trying to teach them how to fly." "Self-repairs completed, all systems nominal," announced the armor in a robotic voice. Rich Man sat up and looked around. Casper was right, Lotta was playing with some of the terrorists, though he doubted they considered it play. Casper was just incapable of thinking about violence and bad things. It just wasn't in his nature. Rich Man saw that besides Lotta, Wendy and Dot were also here. Wendy was busy turning the terrorist's weapons into various things with a twitch of her wand and the men found themselves holding things like plastic pails, sandwiches and watermelons. Dot made two more terrorists disappear with her dot disks, but she was looking exhausted after doing that. It was time for him to stop laying around and lend a hand, Richard thought as he took to the air and began laying into the terrorists with his Rich Rays. Yes, he rather liked the sound of that for a name. * The next day at Rich Tower. "None of the terrorists we captured will say who they work for, or what they were doing it for," said Richard looking around at the figures occupying seats at the conference table. Besides himself, Wendy, Casper, Lotta and Dot were all present along with Gloria and Cadbury. "But you have some thoughts on that?" asked Dot. "I think Condor is behind it," replied Richard. "He's laid low for the last ten years or so, but this type of thing has his fingerprints all over it. I suspect the attack was just a test to see how prepared the city was to deal with it." "I think they found out that the police weren't in any position to deal with so many well-armed people," put in Gloria. "I agree," replied Richard. "I think this city and maybe the country, if not the world needs a team of superheroes to defend it against threats like Condor. I am hoping you will all join me." "I have a lot of talents," said Gloria with a wicked grin, "but I'm not the super powered type." Richard blushed at the mention of Gloria's many talents, but went on, "I was thinking you and Cadbury could be our support team. You know communications and stuff like that." Gloria looked at the butler, exchanging glances. "I believe we could handle that job Master Richard," replied Cadbury in his most stately tone. :Good, how about the rest of you?" asked Richard. "Count me in," said Dot instantly. "Me too," agreed Wendy. "Is the Pope polish?" asked Lotta. "I'm afraid the current pontiff is not," Cadbury informed her. "Oh, well I'm still in," said Lotta. "I'll help if I can," said Casper staunchly. "I think we need a group name," said Dot. "Hmm, you're right," agreed Richard thinking hard. "The Revengers? Alpha Team? The Richateers?" "Not a chance to that last one," snapped Lotta. "I had to try," replied Richard with a smile. "Well, there are five fantastic heroes assembled here, so I think I have the perfect name." * It was an hour later when Gloria stood at the mic at a press conference. The room was buzzing with speculation about the purpose of the news conference called by the world's richest man. All they had been told was that it had something to do with the attack on the city the previous day and the mysterious persons who had defeated the attackers. "Ladies, gentlemen and others," said Gloria and the rustling and whispering died away to a complete silence, "I give you Rich Man!" The curtain parted partly behind Gloria and the golden armored hero strode to the mic. "Thank-you Gloria and thank-you all for coming," said Rich Man. "I know there have been rumors running wild as to my identity, so without any further delay," Richard Rich removed his helmet and the crowd gasp. "I am Rich Man!" It took a long time for the noise to die down again and Richard ignored all questions until it did. "I also want to introduce you to the other heroes who saved the city yesterday. I present to you, The Red Witch, Lotta Woman, The Dot and Casper." As each hero was named they strode onto the stage from behind the curtain to join Richard, though in Casper's case he floated rather than strode. "Together, we are the Fantastic Five and we pledge to defend not just Harveyville, but the country and the world from evil!" * Somewhere, in a darkened room, a woman watched the press conference on her television and laughed and laughed. The End