The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. It contains characters created and copyrighted by Mr. X and used within the parameters stated upon his glorious website. Wow! Mr. X was his usual kind self in posting that last Breast Woman story I jotted off; perhaps doubly so as I am sure I had no real facts about that character and I am sure I got everything ‘udderly’ wrong! Still I think she is a very fun character and since no one is blowing the rape whistle yet I will have another go and hope I can get away with another quick zapped short story. Thanks again to Mr. X for allowing the use of his characters and once again an apology to anyone for anything I get wrong here in the telling. Rook.

BREAST WOMAN in THE EBONY TOWER

Breast Woman, the Mamazon of the Milky Way, turned in the cockpit seat of her Space Racer Class ship the Décolletage. The slim, sleek, craft which she herself had designed and built was an elegant vessel and famed and feared throughout the galaxy. It consisted of a lone pendulum bulbous nose of the single seat cockpit with a thin slim silver gleaming neck that lead back to the narrow short body of the craft. On either side of the body were two massive warp drive pulsar class engines. These engines were of the Banshee design and thus would float pieces of small metal out from the side of the ship on energy fields when turned on and these pieces then would hover or spin in place as the powerful graviton warp drives would spark and ignite. This produced a large bright glowing sphere of pure energy on either side of the ship with a read glowing plume upon the spheres center. In short, the ship looked like a silver pendent hanging between two massive round breasts as it shredded through space and hence its name; Décolletage.

Breast Woman turned to look over her captain seat high-back chair up the narrow neck of the vessel and into the main body where her new companion F-toing! was busily producing little rubbery stretchy flippers from its slightly glowing pink glutinous body. With each movement of the creature it made a slight F-TOING! noise and the noise always made Breast Woman smile as she did now.

When Breast Woman, the titanic titted trouble shooter, first met and rescued F-toing from a small planetoid called G-5, the semi-transparent creature had been a muddy yellow color. The creature had been poisoned with mind-control drugs from the planets chemical laced atmosphere just as she had unwittingly been. Lord Krangore, a hulking purple and green dictator from the Ebony Wells, had used this mind-control drug to cause F-toing to betray her and then used her own poisoned condition to weaken her powerful woman’s will and send her out on a crime spree across half the galaxy. It could have been the end of Breast Woman except for one crucial error of Lord Krangore’s insidious plot. He had made the mistake of teleporting F-toing up to his command ship rather than sending down a shuttle, even as he was setting Breast Woman up to take the fall for all the robberies she had been committing under his chemical command and in doing so the automatic scrubber-filters on the teleport had cleansed the poisons from F-toing releasing the Glutiod creature from Lord Krangore’s mind control powers. F-toing had wasted no time in teleporting up Breast Woman into Lord Krangore’s cloaked ship even as the Intergalactic Patrol had been seconds away of incarcerating Breast Woman. Once again the automatic scrubbers-filters upon the teleport cleansed away the mind-control poisons and Breast Woman found herself standing before a befuddled but still gloating Lord Krangore who got the surprise of his life in the form of a breast blast right in his ugly puss!

Lord Krangore had teleported F-toing up to his ship rather than leaving the little Glutiod behind to take the wrap alongside Breast Woman, as F-toing was the property/pet of Vixen Korsettia, one of the most powerful women in the known galaxy and not to be messed with. Even now with Lord Kangore in the prison planet Shut and the Shadow Council, of which he was a high ranking member, on the run. Breast Woman still had the foul agents of the notorious Vixen Korsettia scouring the galaxy for revenge for her refusing to turn over F-toing back into her cruel hands.

It is funny how people tend to start to resemble each other over time or how pets often start to bear similarities to their owners. The same could be noted of F-toing who in its pink glowing semi-transparent globular state often took the appearance of two huge breasts bouncing and wobbling side by side complete with two up-raised nipple/eyes. So he indeed was the most perfect and loyal of traveling companions Breast Woman had ever known.

Breast Woman called out now to her trusted companion and side kick F-toing as she tried to hide the smile playing around her thick pink glistening lips, “F-TOING! Have you traced back that distress beacon yet?” F-toing bounced across the narrow cabin its two huge spheres ‘F-toing-ing’ as it jiggled and then nodded its raised up baby bottle nipple eye heads rapidly producing happier F-toing sounds. Breast Woman laughed despite herself and in her throaty low voice chimed, “good, good, now try not to lose it this time. I shall program Décolletage to follow its signal path.”

Breast Woman turned back around in the single chair cockpit of the fastest ship in the galaxy and her fingers flitted over the blue glowing humming control panels in front of her as she cast a wear eye upon the deep space sensors. Despite having captured Lord Krangore and thus proved her innocence to the Intergalactic Patrol, the local denizens of dozens of small worlds where she had committed countless robberies and sexual debaucheries of eyebrow raising perversions still considered her an outlaw, and there were numerous bounty hunters under their pay tracking her through space trying to capture her and claim their reward. And there was just no talking sense to a bounty hunter, they sprang their traps and shot first never bothering to ask any questions!

Breast Woman ignored all the standard class ship blips that filled her screen she was looking for tell-tale hints and suggestions of cloaked vessels such as bounty hunters and space pirates and the slaver fleet of ships that Vixen Korsettia used. Breast Woman was no rank amateur and she knew a trick or two for dealing with hidden threats. She had just spun the Décolletage right through the fiery plumes of a twin sun and now looked back to see if any cloaked ships were now leaving a plasma trail. That is if they dared to attempt to mirror her skillful and dangerous maneuver! And apparently none had! She smirked as now those close behind her would have lost her trail by the time they went wide around the twin stars and those further back would have their sensors blinded to her as she hit the warp drive causing her own two huge twin sun spheres on either side of her slim vessel’s body to double in size and jiggle as she shot off into space.

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Breast Woman stood with both of her white wrist gloves clasping the upper curves of her jutting hips and surveyed the dark mass of tangled rubble before her. She stood tall at 6’2”and powerful with a subdued elegant grace that hinted at her graceful easy agility despite her opulent ample build and belayed her sharp quick mind or her long lithe limbs surprising power. Her small white slipper gold sole heals crunched on the shattered rock of the small impact crater and her stunning face frowned. “The crash site is odd. The ship is torn to shreds but the impact crater is almost non-existent as is any collateral or residual damage to the local plant life. Surely this vessel’s descent was slowed by tractor beams which may account for the excessive hall damage and low spread of the debris field as well.”

The flaxen haired Siren of Space wore her golden platinum locks in a straight single mane down her back with her bangs cut straight even with her blonde eye brows. Her blue clear eyes had a tendency to flash when she came upon a sudden answer or was aroused to anger which meant they glinted and flashed most of the time! She had high cheek bones and a strong jaw on her no-nonsense face which was offset by her thick pink sensual pillow lips and the playful sensual smile which constantly flirted about them as a summer butterfly in a meadow of wild flowers.

She wore a large spiked gold tiara which granted her constant mental access to her ship Décolletage and its vast array of information and powerful sensors.  Her tiara also contained sensors of its own should she be out of range of the ship and provided a limited force field against deadly blows to her immediate person, being very good at absorbing much of the damage energy weapons would cause her, but the device when used as such had limited power and it took some time for it to recharge its self. The power source of her tiara was the rare mystical Ruby of Janmoria, which was housed in the center of the single golden spike of the crown. The gem was a gift of the Patriarch of Janmoria to Breast Woman early in her career as a super heroine when she successfully returned the stolen crown jewels of Janmoria and freed the Patriarch who had been imprisoned by his Grand Advisor who then impersonated him for several months before fleeing with the royal treasures when Breast Woman had uncovered the deception in a failed sprung trap of the masquerading Advisor. The gem could be used as a source of power for almost any device but it had a very limited charge though this was offset by the ruby’s ability to recharge its self over time. On many occasions Breast Woman had used this ruby as an emergency energy source to her advantage and it made an excellent weapon in her arsenal against the forces of evil.

Beneath the gold tiara and its mystical red jewel Breast Woman wore a gold metallic shimmering mask. This mask again had the properties of adding to her defense against any energy beam attacks against her person though its limited charges had to be re-charged back at her ship or base or in a desperate pinch could be re-charged by her own concentrated and focused breast blast ability. The mask also had the additional ability of scrambling most surveillance sensors causing security cameras and recording devices to be reduced to nothing but images of snow; which was handy when she wanted to slip in and out undetected or recorded, but she had to focus the masks abilities so hidden cameras or cameras she had been unaware of could still capture her image.

Upon her throat she wore a single slim white band it contained upon its direct center an almost invisible ivory star. This simple star designated her horary rank in the Intergalactic Patrol as a field commander and gave her an air of legal credibility and official status that many vigilante super heroines lacked. Breast Woman took this badge of office very seriously and would not willingly leave it behind if possible.

Upon her shoulders Breast Woman wore white epaulets that hovered un-touching her body. These important shoulder pieces where instrumental in allowing Breast Woman to channel her breast powers into her much lauded flight ability. With them she could fly almost without thinking and with expelling little breast power energy, but without them it took considerable concentration and much waste of her breast powers to fly.

Upon her hands Breast Woman wore simple white wrist gloves. These gloves contained kinetic micro-mesh generators that allowed Breast Woman to increase her punching power based upon how hard she hit (accenting not that immediate blow but the next one so her punches got more and more powerful as she threw them in rapid succession) but also on how much damage her tiara had absorbed which was directly channeled into her gloves for her next strike. Thus with each strike against her, Breast Woman’s foes unwittingly charged up her own strikes back against them! This was extremely important as Breast Woman only had the strength of a well-conditioned woman of her size and statue. She had no additional strength unless she was first raped into a forced orgasm. With each forced climax Breast Woman was first stripped off all her strength by the dizzying nature of the aftermath of the orgasm but then her body would build up its strength back slowly to almost double of its pervious nature. As such in a straight fight where she kept her panties on Breast Woman relied heavily on her gloves kinetic striking ability to give her powerhouse punches to go toe to toe with many of the ugly brutes the galaxy produced.

Upon her staggering double HH-cup breasts, Breast Woman wore no constricting garment. That was because to cover her breasts stripped Breast Woman of her breast powers. This was a great secret that Breast Woman jealously guarded against any of her foes finding out. It also meant that milking which covered up her nipples was doubly dangerous for the buxom battler as not only was her precious milk, the source of her own Aphrodite gene laced fuel being suckled from her but it also stripped Breast Woman of ability to use her breast powers properly. If just the nipples were covered she might be able to focus breast powers to a limited degree but if her entire breasts were covered then she lost all her breast abilities until she could strip her breasts bare again!

Milking’s were also exceedingly dangerous for Breast Woman in that she was very susceptible to breast-gasms which are often several times more potent than an normal orgasm and would strip her of all her ability to concentrate and harness her powers for quite some time; even when her powers had re-gained their momentary loss like a damn that is blown open and all the water is lost but then the rubble falls back into place and it slowly fills back up again deeper than before. In fact a sever breast-gasm could cause her to pass out!

While Breast Woman had to keep her breasts uncovered out of necessity and need, she made sure her genitals were always properly covered up under a tight fitting small g-string. This garment was white with a gold capital ‘B’ and ‘W’ worn proudly upon the small crotch. This tiny triangle of synthetic cloth mesh was fashioned as such as to flash and emit a low beeping sound upon the approach of a sensed emanate threat. The closer a threat came toward the garment the faster it would flash and the quicker it would beep. The apparel was a gift of the warrior nuns of the sisterhood of appeasement and was a variation on the chastity belts they often wore into battle. Simple in design it had never the less alerted Breast Woman time and again to an other wise unperceived rapidly approaching threat. Yes, many were the times when one could hear the famous buxom babe of the space ways say, “My panties are flashing! This could be dangerous!” Other than covering up her cherished goodies the garment served only this one other function or purpose but then guarding ones chastity as a lusted after super heroine is purpose enough! And the poor garment was much pawed and yanked upon in her day to day outings scouring the galaxy for threats and assistance. Underneath its thin canopy she kept her downy golden pelt freshly trimmed.

Thus stood Breast Woman in all her rapturous glory!

Breast Woman stood staring at the wreckage and bit her lower lip, “no survivors nor any cadavers of victims of the crash. How odd, unless of course this was the work of space pirates which would jibe with my tractor beam hypothesis, hmmm, still not their style to take the dead with them or not leave a trace of their own heavy handed presence. What’s this?! HA!” Breast Woman concentrated and pushed her breasts together causing a force beam to shove a heavy piece of hull out of her way. To use her breast powers Breast Woman had to squeeze her breast together and concentrate on the power she wanted to use and its level of strength. Using her breast powers caused Breast Woman’s nipples to pop up like baby bottle nipples and start to glow. They would continue to remain in their aroused state and continue to glow for several seconds after she used her power. She could even cause her nipples to glow so brightly they would act like twin flash lights to light her way which is exactly what she did now. Squeezing her breasts so tightly that her white gloved hands disappeared into the soft mounds sides she concentrated until her nipples shown like two bright light beams and entered into the dark opening she had used her force beam to create in the shattered hull of the ship.

Her nipple lights gave ample illumination as Breast Woman slipped carefully through the wreckage of what appeared to be the flight deck of the twisted craft’s remains. However it was very dark in the crafts bowels and night was setting fast upon the small jungle world and her nipple lights would slowly dim down over time unless she kept prompting them with more squeezing’s of her mighty jugs and concentrated focusing. She could also just slap her tits harshly, that would continue whatever breast power she was currently using but it wasted her Aphrodite gene laced milk which she consumed whenever she used a breast power. This Aphrodite gene milk would slowly replenish tingling her breasts as it did so but it took time and so it was better not to use the titty-slap technique except in emergencies or when she was sure she was safe from any immediate threat that might cause her to need to use her breast powers suddenly! As it was Breast Woman gave her huge full round firm mammary a tight double handed squeeze now and then to keep her nipple lights shining bright in the inky darkness.

Sure enough there behind several more piles of wreckage was the torn ragged cinder of a half burnt Maximus Class robot pilot which her tiara sensors had hinted at just moments before. Breast Woman gave the burnt hulk a kick with her white slipper golden soled toe and mused, “Well that would explain why there are no bodies. This vessel was being piloted by a robot! A robot pilot meant no human passengers or crew. It was hauling cargo then. Which is now apparently in the hands of whoever attacked and then crashed this vessel on to this deserted jungle world. Odd that a robot pilot would have sent out a general emergency distress beacon? They are usually just programed to send a direct closed channel plea to Intergalactic Patrol as well as a sister signal to their own owners. I wonder what it was carrying? Well, there are too many pressing matters that need my expert attention then to run after some pirates to retrieve some pilfered cargo. Let the insurance investigators and their incompetent repo-man retrieval squad’s deal with that.”

Breast Woman was just starting to turn away when her sharp flashing blue eyes caught a flinty glint upon the charred wreckage of the topsy-turvy hold. She knelt and carefully pulled out a half burnt metal insignia and slapped her tits sharply biting against the intense waves of pleasure that always caused her and held the item in her head lights basking flaring glow. “It is the seal of the house of Kiz-Mae Von Arden! So it was her cargo that was stolen! Well, that puts a different perspective upon the whole thing! Kiz-Mae Von Arden was second only to Vixen Korsettia in the slave trade and black market racketeering! It must have been some cargo indeed for any fool to brave her wraith by stealing it! Well, that’s it my curiosity is up! I must find this cargo and just see what is brewing! My superior woman’s intuition tells me this is the tip of a mighty big ice berg!”

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Breast Woman adjusted her disguise and sighed. “Earth, why did it always have to be Earth?” Of all the ten million seven hundred and forty six thousand and thirty eight inhabited worlds in the Milky Way galaxy Earth was one of the most anal and sexually repressed of them all. It almost beat out the Nun World of Erector in Penis Seven. On almost any other world Breast Woman could proudly walk around displaying her magnificent mams to any passing eye. But not on Earth! Nope! She had to cover her proud and mighty bosom and in doing so strip herself of all her powers! Hence whenever she was on Earth, Breast Woman wore a civilian disguise in hopes she would not be singled out and attacked by one of her many galactic enemies who might otherwise recognize her and assault her upon the prudish backwater world in her secretively powerless state.

Unfortunately wearing so much clothing made her uncomfortable and itchy and she never did get the whole name thing down so her Earth sobriquet was not as inconspicuous as she had first thought it would be, “yes, I said my name was Teats Anne Pussy. And I believe my assistant Mr. F-toing who had to remain behind in Malian made reservations for me at your hotel.”

The desk clerk looked up with pen in hand and blinked at her and then in a droll voice said, “yes ma’am, I do have a suite reserved for a Ms. Tweets Anne Pussy, but I am afraid it is not quite ready yet, as well, to be honest we had assumed the reservation to be a gag. My apologies... May I suggest the bar for a half hour or so? We can hold your luggage here behind the counter until then and then send them on up to your room.”

Breast Woman adjusted the large oversized glasses upon her small nose and frowned at the thin balding man, “A gag? Well I only have the one bag as I do not intend to stay more than a day or two and I will keep that with me until my room is ready. I will be back in half an hour.”

“Very well ma’am and again my apologies.” The desk clerk picked up the phone and held the receiver in the air until she had walked away with her small bag in hand and then he put it to his ear and spoke quietly. Without her tiara she lacked her heightened senses and could not make out anything he said.

The bag contained F-toing and she snapped it open briefly to make a quick check on how her compressed side kick was doing. She then paused to give herself a once over in the glass wall of the lavishly decorated lobby. She was wearing her blonde hair up in a tight bun with her large lens eye red framed glasses constantly slipping down her small nose and some unostentatious mute pearl earrings on her small ear lobes, her upper body was constrained by a tight black vest that buttoned at the collar and then again tightly under her large breasts at her narrow waist but did not actually cover her breasts at all. Instead this vest left her bosom intentionally uncovered with a large cutout and this ample opening was in turn encased in a tight white simple silk sheer blouse. This let her at any privet moment to quickly unbutton her blouse and give her tits a good scratching and let them breath! While still being able to rapidly cover up her huge rack with just a yank and pull and a few pearl button wrist snaps! She wore a skin tight black pencil skirt that was hemmed at mid-calf with some nude individual leg panty hose that rose to mid-thigh that she wore with garter belt and garter snaps and a pair of black simple dress shoes. The whole ensemble had cost several thousands of dollars in Italy and seemed to be a welcome mode of attire throughout most of Europe so far. She of course wore no bra as he warbling breasts affirmed and she wore no panties as having both her tits and pussy covered up at the same time was more than she could possible stand!

Her once over completed Teats Anne Pussy clutched her small leather tote bag under one arm and made her way out of the hotel and into the street beyond. It was a busy street full of mid-day bustle despite the over cast gray sky and slightly chilly wind that blew infrequently through the tall building shadowy canyons of the downtown metro area. Bright yellow taxis waited patiently at the curb and clothing layered people walked briskly past her, the men and some of the women, giving the statuesque blonde a long lingering look at her stiff promenading nipples which slid sensuously under her tight blouses sheer fabric upon her ceaselessly shuddering wobbling firm giant round udders.

Breast Woman had no flash transformation powers. She seldom wore any other garments save her super heroine uniform and she never wore such constricting clothing or so much attire as she wore now! So it was with a constant awkward self-conscious itching irritable stride she now sauntered down the wide side walk and parted the gawking crowds. For though she was attired as mentioned her garments where very taut and sheer in construction and her tightly bound nipples and golden snatch could readily be seen through the expensive stretched fabric of her disguise.

It also did not help her attempt of blending in that she was a head taller than most women and half a head taller than most of the men. It had been worse in Japan where everyman had been about ‘breast height’ to her lithe frame and she had to constantly excuse and pardon herself to an almost ceaseless endless stream of bumps and collisions with virtually unseen faces and heads with her massive full round boobs which seemed to dwarf them all and often hide them from her downward view! And there were of course the pheromones, all Aphrodite gene super heroines produced powerful sexual pheromones of varying degrees that wafted around them like an invisible aphrodisiac cloud, but Breast Woman’s body produced unusually powerful pheromones that worked on just about any living creature in the known universe (and some dead ones too!). This was very handy when the situation came down to being eaten or banged but in a large crowd like this it meant the musty warm oceanic smell and sight of ‘popped’ tented trousers and hot cherry pie nipples was rather intense around her as she tried to keep rapidly on the move to avoid the inevitable horny horde that often rose in her wake.

Breast Woman/Ms. Teats Anne Pussy had intended to check into her hotel and slip into her super heroine costume which was also snuggly nestled in her small expensive hand-crafted leather hand bag tote along with the much smushed F-toing and then with her tiara in place contacting her cloaked hovering ship Décolletage for some additional information she had asked it to earlier check on for her, before waiting for nightfall and the closing in on her target. But now she found herself forced out onto the street for a half hour and not one to waste time she decided to forego the previous plan and head to the next point of interest to her in this large city.

For several days now Breast Woman both in and out of her usual Earth disguise identity had been tracking the stolen shipment previously belonging to the notorious Kiz-Mae Von Arden a trail which she had stumbled across in a routine answer to a crashed ship emergency distress call on a small unnamed jungle planetoid several weeks back. That the stolen property had been assiduously tracked to Earth had only slightly surprised her as backwater worlds of low advancement were often used to cloud and fuddle a black-market trail, but that the items had then STAYED upon the planet had alarmed her a great deal. It was a very serious crime for off-world items to be allowed to remain or be traded to an undeveloped planet. And even most black-market smugglers would not raise that much ire of the Intergalactic Patrol to break such a ban. Not only that but what would some local tribal have to offer in trade that would be even remotely interesting to a smuggler to make such a risk worthwhile? It had indeed peaked her curiosity and raised her normal non-pulse apprehension. In fact, the more she followed the odd dodgy trail of the space cargo upon this little world the more concerned she had become. If she had been wearing her panties they surely would have been flashing!

Indeed they would have! For with a sudden realization Breast Woman found in her distracted musing state she had turned a wrong corner of the busy street and had walked down a narrow alleyway and was now being confronted by several well groomed gruff men! She expected the usual banter; threats, snide comments, somewhat aroused observations about her ‘healthy lungs’, that sort of thing. So she was doubly surprised when the men simply lunged at her! “Not common street thugs needing to ‘talk themselves up to the task!’ these guys are pros! Who make a life time out of violence!” She thought to herself before easily side stepping and evading the one immediately behind her attempt to pin her arms to her side in a bear hug.

She had to be careful. Breast Woman had only the normal strength and agility of a highly skilled and honed athlete of her build and stature. She relied heavily upon her amazing breast power abilities housed in her massive rack containing her Aphrodite gene cells. But with her breasts covered even by just such a sheer garment of her silk blouse she could use none of her breast blast force beam powers nor would her breasts allow her to tap into her other powers such as flight or even her more advanced rapidly accelerated healing. The more thicker the covering imprisoning her breasts the more subdued they were in their limitations and abilities. In her sheer blouse they would at least keep regenerating her powerful Aphrodite gene cell laced milk and she did continue to benefit slightly from her ability to heal faster than a normal person or withstand some physical injury. In short in her sheer top she could take a punch or two but not a beating by four large well-muscled men!

She spun around her lunging attacker who stumbled forward having failed to contact with her back and she stepped down sharply with the steel heel of her pistoning left leg into the back of his stretched knee. That drove him down to both his knees with a grimacing whelp and put a body between her and two of her remaining attackers. The down man was waving a blind arm at her though and she savagely smacked him upside the head with her heavy leather bag. (Sorry F-toing!) and then stepped more clearly behind him and used the bag with its large looped handles to strangle his throat. But this was a mistake as the remaining men moved in a blur at her two from the front, one racing to reach over the half down man straight at her and the other angling around to her left side, while she knew the other man behind her who seemed to have initially moved to block the alleyway from anyone else entering it was only a stride or two away. No time to subdue this one. She slammed her knee into the back of his head which dazed him and tore her pencil skirt in the front like tissue paper from the hem right up to her crotch. But the extra action meant she had to leave her bag around the man’s neck so she could step back from the man reaching over him at her face and shoulders. She grabbed his outstretched left arm and gave him a sharp pull forward so he rammed his crotch into the face of the dazed man kneeling in front of her and then twisting herself and the attackers arm she spun and forced him into the path of the man rushing around the two entangled men at her, helping him along the way with a quick open hand chop to the side of the neck in the process. The man spun off and down half tangled in his kneeling buddy but the one racing around the side simply half jumped over his flailing limbs and avoided the hopped for contact to trip him up. He managed to land an off balance haymaker to the side of her face which even as she moved away from the blow still managed to put some stars in her eyes.  She stepped back to gain some room and time but she was backed up against the wall of the alleyway and even though it was a clean well used access to the back of several shops and thus free of garbage bags and litter she still found the curb-less wall forcing her back into a quick but not very powerful knee strike into the man’s stomach rather than the full round house kick to his head as she had wished to land. The blow did not knock the wind out of him and his momentum slammed the both of them up against the brown brick wall of the alleyway sending stabs of pain up her back. He was half crumpled around her waist hidden beneath her line of sight by her heaving jiggling over spilling rack which was stretching her blouses extra re-enforced buttons to the max. She quickly wrapped an arm around his neck and slammed another knee into his body but it was a weak blow and she used it only to force them a few inches back form the wall. Then she suddenly slammed the top of the man’s head into the brick wall and felt him stiffen and go limp from the crunching blow. But the man was still half tangled around her lower body and the other two previously engaged men were blocking any movement to her immediate right even as she saw the large lone man who had moved to block off the alleyway now running at her from her left! She was trapped! And worse half ensnared in the bodies around her!

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“Ah, there you are Miss Tweets. Your single bed efficiency suite is now ready for you,” the short bald clerk/manager smiled up at the approaching squall even as beads of perspiration dotted his twitching brow.

Breast Woman/Teats Anne Pussy stormed through the lobby of the hotel and barged up to the check-in desk parting a group of tourists in the process. She grabbed the desk clerk by the front of his suit and dragged him across the desk spilling items everywhere and dropped him in front of a small army of bellhops who were transfixed in gasping motionless place somewhere amidst crouched action and utter apathy. They waited a sign from the desk clerk/hotel manager.

Breast Woman stood half straddled over the sprayed form of the indignant and shocked desk clerk who was also the hotel manager he sputtered and then looked up and found himself blinking at a six foot two blonde amazon of a woman who’s skirt had been savagely torn from hem to waist band and who in her wide legged stance was exposing her naked golden mane pussy just inches above his bald head.

“You called someone as soon as I checked in and just a few minutes later I was attacked by four men… now talk!” Breast Woman stood hands on hips fuming at the startled man who seemed increasingly transfixed upon her exposed sex which in turn seemed to be whipping the anger from his face and replacing it with a slightly confused look. ‘Ah, the more perverted they are the faster the pheromones work,’ Breast Woman thought to herself. She was no rookie and she knew there were many ways to get a suspect to talk. Breast Woman knew a lot about male anatomy and all the kinds of things one could do to a male body thanks to a clerical error which had her spending four of her most ‘formative’ years at an all-male boarding school when she was a very young orphan girl.

Breast Woman had just managed to defeat her adversaries minutes ago with the help of F-toning who had appeared suddenly out of her hand bag and wrapped its self around her remaining attacker. A few well placed ‘blows’ and the last man standing had spilled his nuts and guts and told her the hotel clerk had told them to ‘make her disappear.’ F-toning was now back in her hand bag on her shoulder and her would-be attackers were trussed up naked in a pile in the alleyway.

Combat always left her a bit ‘flushed’ and like all Aphrodite gene super heroines she was a closet exhibitionist. Having her pussy on full display in a public lobby full of strangers was causing her exposed sex to flame and dew up with honey drops of sweet nectar. In turn her pheromones went into hyper-drive.

“I said talk! Or do you want some of THIS!” Breast Woman snarled and yanked her blouse open and squeezed her giant naked jugs together and shook them menacingly in the startled bald man’s face. “Huh? Huh? You want a taste of this! Or do you want to talk!” A few squirts of warm milk spurted out of her engorged nipples and splattered upon the sweating man’s face.

A frowning bellhop leaned slightly back and whispered to his shocked friend, “is this a trick question?”

The bald man could only stutter, “I-I-I” over and over again like a car refusing to start as his face went beat red and his eyes widened upon the huge jugs dwarfing his head just inches from his suddenly quivering probing tongue.

“Hmmm,” Breast Woman thought to herself, “he does not seem to be afraid of my breast blast weapons. Either he is a very hardened criminal or else very stupid? Still in his current state I may be able to deploy another technique to this interrogation. Let’s see just how ‘hard’ he is!”

Breast Woman suddenly grabbed the back of the manager’s head and using her forefinger and ring finger of her other hand she popped her erect nipple into the startled man’s mouth! The crowd in the lobby gasped.

Most Aphrodite gene super heroines produce special Aphrodite gene milk that is thicker and sweeter tasting than regular breast milk and contains active Aphrodite gene cells that can bestow their powers upon another abet in a temporary limited diluted form. However, Breast Woman produced a very unique form of breast milk, her breast milk made those that drank it slip into a deep happy sleep. But before they did it had the ability to render the subject unable to lie, for it contained powerful truth drug properties!

In fact one of her most prized successful missions had culminated at a privet dinner party in the President For Life’s palace. She had thus far failed in all attempts to stop the sly insidious Governor of the rich and powerful Romulus galaxy from his multilayered attempt to oust the President For Life. At the last possible second dressed as a serving wench/whore she had managed to squeeze a glass of her own breast milk and switch it for the very large glass of breast milk the governor Mandrake usually had at dinner. Just one sip and Governor Mandrake had half risen from his chair at the large dinner table and pointing a finger at the gathered dignitaries went around the whole gathering telling each and all in gleeful turn the various plots and devices and crimes he had done to them behind their backs. He ended with the President for Life who in his usual non-pulsed dead-pan manner listened while the boisterous Mandrake instead of telling him of his plot to overthrow him instead informed him and the entire gathering how he had been fucking that slut wife of his for decades behind his back and how his most cherished and beloved teenage daughter was actually his bastard child! And then the equally powerful sleep inducing aspects of her milk kicked in and Mandrake collapsed face first into his bowl of electric eel soup snoring. She was surprised the President For Life had not been a bit more warm in his thanks for her saving his reign, in fact he had not only refused to pay any of her submitted expenses from the mission but refused to validate her parking stub! She put it down to the current distractions which he had to deal with; his well groomed for succeeding him only child teenage daughter now being refused by the senate for any possible succession, and of course the state of morning of his young wife’s sudden and unexpected passing away. It was roughly at this time that the President For Life had cut the budget of the Intergalactic Patrol by half who had sponsored her for the mission he had requested from them and he in turn had begun to rely more and more upon his own privet guard, the Golden Vultures to patrol and secure the deep reaches of space.

Yes, many were the times that un-expecting villains had thought to quench their lusts upon her opulent jugs precious liquor only to find themselves dozing off and telling her all their deepest secrets! And this one fed like a pig! He suckled down like a vacuum cleaner and burbled as he drained her jug! Breast Woman found herself blushing from the intense pleasure and coughing into her small fist against her sudden dazed state. “Er, yes, now tell me little man, who told you to get rid of me if I showed up here?” The man cooed and gurgled and continued to suck like the Dallas Cowboys in the playoffs.

The crowd stood motionless and watched the strange tableau while the blonde continued to kneel and force the hotel manager to suckle upon her huge tits as the strange pair whispered back and forth and giggled to each other. Suddenly the blonde stood up and tossed the short fat balding man over her shoulder and gave his backside a few strong wacks. He belched and she dropped him like a sack of potatoes upon the lobby floor where he began to instantly snore while she strode purposefully out the door. Failing to put her naked still leaking jugs away or doing anything to hide her dripping shamefully red aroused snatch!

The pudgy middle age man holding his luggage turned to his tourist wife and muttered, “if that is what one has to do to get an efficiency suite imagine what you are going to have to do to get us a two bed room with full bath and wet bar?!”

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In her younger years on Earth as an orphan girl Breast Woman had learned many things, mostly about boys and what simple easy to manipulate creatures they were but also she had learned about the great explorers of Earth and it was these explorers that she had day dreamed about and admired. One of her favorites had been Magellan; the first man to circumnavigate the globe. She had studied everything about him and his ships and his crew and their adventures. And when she had made her own space ship the Décolletage with her own hands she had remembered how Magellan had written words in Spanish the most spoken language of the seas in his day upon his own ships before setting sail. Words like; ‘disobedience’ ‘defiance’ ‘scorn’ ‘success’ and she had thought hard about that and so in small letters upon the rear of Décolletage written in Greater Sponge the most readily read language of deep space one could see the tiny scrawl; “NO LEFT TURN.”

Breast Woman left her ship parked in orbit over the great vast desert of northern Africa and descended down alone to the surface leaving her companion F-toning behind to monitor things and keep a watch out for threats from deep space as she was now certain that she was closing in on the final location of the stolen goods and whoever was behind it!

Breast Woman lowered herself down until her feet touched lightly upon the hard harsh rocky expanse of the arid wastes feeling her breasts tingle as her Aphrodite gene cells rushed to replenish the powerful milk fuel her body consumed from her flight. Such consumption of this rich gene laced fuel did not in any way decrease or lessen the fullness of her breasts; the fatty globular tissue of her mam’s remained pert and firm. It took the powerful almost constant drain of a milking machine to cause her udders to temporarily deflate and as such the tendency of the Aphrodite gene to meet every emptying of it’s almost bottomless ever filling well with an increase in cell clusters and thus bust size did not happen from day to day normal use of her powers but took an exceedingly rare combination of a massive constant drain of her milk usually coupled with several powerful forced orgasms to trigger any notable increase in her massive cup size. And though she was always happy to have a larger bust and thus more power to use both in the instant and over time in the course of an adventure, she was also very thankful that it took quite a bit of a workout for her girls to grow as her normal strength back muscles had a tendency to remind her at the end of long jiggly day! Luckily her flight power extended to an added lift or buoyancy to her large firm breasts that decreased their pull and tug in most gravity’s without any conscious awareness needed upon her part and without any noticeable drain on her own breast power supply. This added invisible ‘support’ was a true blessing considering her highly active lifestyle but it did make her teats extra ‘vibrant’ causing them to be in an almost perpetual state of jittery wobble and bounce.

Breast Woman surveyed the rocky outcroppings around her and placed her hands on her full round jutting hips. She was resplendent in her Breast Woman uniform having set aside her Earthly civilian attire in this latter stage of the game and the remoteness of this current location from any civilized habitation. It was late evening and the sun had already sunk behind the highest of the rocky spindles casting all into long shadows rooted in inky wells of splotchy darkness. She waited impatiently until a lone figure pulled its self out of a nearby clump of shadow and made its cautious way toward the tall blonde amazon whose white garments twinkled like diamond dust in the gathering night.

“Where is this tower you spoke of? Speak!” Breast Woman folded her normal strength arms under her mighty naked jugs and scowled at the small man in his ridiculous hooded robe. “I have already scanned the area repeatedly and there is no object such as the one you described. I warn you that if you have tried to deceive or trick me it will not go well for you!”

“Patients o’mighty one. I have not sought to deceive you at all. The tower is nearby. I thought it best that we should meet here out of its immediate presence less it sense us before you so desired. Now if you will but follow me a short distance through those rocks we will soon be upon it and you can see for yourself what I have so poorly tried to explain in the bar.”

Frowning and wary Breast Woman followed the small frail looking man as he set off at what was an infuriating snail pace through the growing clump of shadows and splotches of utter darkness.

“Well,” after an hour they had arrived at a large stretch of rocky bluff that buttressed against the slowly mammoth shifting star dunes that lay in lazy serpent strides for miles and miles. “We have been circling around this same stretch of ground now for almost half an hour and I see nothing of this alleged tower of yours.”

The small man seemed to be looking about the ground as if he had lost something, creeping along in his painfully slow gait much to her teeth gritting agitation. He had utterly refused to allow her to use her breast light and held no lamp of his own so they wandered around and around in small circles under the full large glow of the moon its pale lunar light their only means of illumination. Despite her best efforts she had stumbled again and again over the rocky uneven footing which his oily shape never seemed to falter upon and it left her angry considering her naturally superior athleticism of being a woman.

Suddenly the man stopped in his crouched stance and dropping even lower to the ground pointed and spoke in a horse soft voice, “there it is mighty one! The ebony tower!”

Breast Woman dropped her hands from their crossed posture under her heavy opulent breasts and squinted in the full moons soft pallor. She saw nothing but long stretches of arid waste and the rolling dunes beyond. “Where? I see nothing.”

“There, there, my busty friend.” The man was pointing not across the large plateau of the half buried mesa but down upon its immediate surface. Breast Woman followed the man’s gnarled finger and saw not some old tower standing half in ruins but instead a long dark shadow of a tower which flowed across the surface of the rocky waste. “It can only be seen by the light of a cloudless full moon and then only its shadow can be seen, never the tower itself.”

“Amazing!” Breast Woman’s eyes widened at the spectral sight. She instantly reached up to her golden tiara and touched its pink ruby gem stone and concentrated as it began to glow faintly in the soft night air.

“The crate you seek was taken in there. Into the ebony tower and just as I said it is impossible to enter it for it is but a shadow. Things are placed in its shifting path and it swallows them if it wills it but nothing that is thus taken ever returns.” The small man seemed genuinely afraid and he squirmed as the slowly shifting long shadow edge uncomfortably close to where here crouched and he drew back from it.

“Cease your useless prattle little man,” Breast Woman scowled slightly at the cringing shape of the man and it stopped its crawling away as she stood bold and fascinated by the slowly moving tower shape shadow. Active Aphrodite gene woman always referred to males who did not socially outrank them as ‘little man/men’. This was a direct conscious slur against the fact that it took an excessively large penis attached to a lot of stamina and virility to do anything but increase the lust and frustration of such a woman and that this was a combination that only a very few males could match which tended to sour and infuriate such women who tended to be lusted after by all males none of which could satisfy their most simplest sexual needs. This lead to an open arrogance and haughty snide snarky disposition to all things male; Aphrodite gene active women simply felt themselves to be naturally superior to all lesser males and saw the lust of such lesser creatures as a form of worthless worship the was demining and ignorant in face of their lack of any basic ‘tools’ to get the job done. Hence the almost intergalactic obsequious tag ‘little’ added to any generic pronoun or proper noun of all males by active Aphrodite gene woman as face slap and a rub in the male in questions face of his ridiculously small penis and weak worthless disposition. As most males snarled afterwards upon meeting an Aphrodite gene woman, “that bitch is asking for it,” he was unwittingly probably right! For their has been much debate amongst scholars and doctors that this constant sexual slur used by almost all active gene woman to any man they come across maybe a simple subconscious challenge that the woman obliviously issues in face of her constant state or rampant horniness which no male can seem to sate!

Breast Woman continued to caress the pink stone set in her gold crown and concentrated as various filters processed the image of the shadow sliding slowly like a clock hand across the broken uneven ground. “It is obviously out of phase. I have never seen a shadow so black and dark before. It is indeed appropriately named. Though sinister or forsaken could have done just as well for the preeminence of evil is very strong in its foreboding slithering shape. If I can just find the right wave length and filter combination… there!” Breast Woman proudly dropped her hand and smiled. “I can see why it caused such superstitious fear in your mind little man. But I can now see the structure most clearly which is causing the shadow to be cast. It is an ancient tower made out of black slabs of mortar-less rock which has become slightly out of sync to your dimensional plane of existence. Now wait here little one while I go and see if it is safe.” With that Breast Woman walked boldly in long legged strides up to the tower. She stopped a short distance from it being wary of its pendulum swinging shadow and studied it for a moment. “I will need to place my body in sync with the structure to be able to enter it, otherwise it will be as substance-less to me as the shadow it casts. By sending the frequency waves up to F-tonging he should be able to adjust the Décolletage’s tractor beam to act as a transporter beam and reconstruct my molecular pattern to this structures out of sync phase.”

 In a few minutes Breast Woman was ready and motioned to her guide/snitch with a wiggling pinky. Again this was an almost universally common mode of gesture for an Aphrodite active gene woman to wiggle their pinky finger at any man they were beckoning or even while using the phrase ‘little man’ in conversation and it again was a direct putdown of that man’s lack of manhood. The small man in his ragged oversized robe very reluctantly inched his way to her call and hurried only when she stomped her foot in agitation sending her mighty breasts into an explosion of extra quivering mounds of slapping power.

With the cowering hump backed man slinking in fear down at her knees Breast Woman carefully walked the pair of them into the direct path of the sweeping shadow and reached up and caressed the pink almost clit-like gem in her crown and sent her mental message up to F-toning in her space ship, “alright. I am ready.” There was a glow of green light around her and the man who threw his arms around his head and her gem in her crown began to glow brightly and then sudden darkness as the shadow of the tower engulfed them.

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A few good squeezes and firm concentration and Breast Woman’s nipples glowed up into their cherry hued light beams pushing the still darkness away from them. They now stood upon the half out of sync plane of existence of the tower and found themselves upon the rough surface of towers shadow its self. The tower hovered in a misty star-less, moon-less, fog of perpetual darkness, and its shadow was a large thorny tentacle that whipped slowly around its base. Breast Woman moved quickly along the broad surface of the thick tentacle and raced to the gapping uneven opening of portal leading into the tower at its base. Smaller tentacles protruded along the base and whipped blindly in the still air. A constant high pitched shrill white noise filled her ears/mind and she gritted her teeth against its wrathful banshee howl. With a few great leaps and strides Breast Woman found herself inside the open portal of the tower and in the small stone room of its base. In an almost after thought she glanced behind her and was somewhat surprised to see the thin hunched back man in his tattered robe had managed to make it into the towers base room behind her as well.

Breast Woman looked around her caught between a cautious narrow eyed gaze and an open mouth of curiosity. Her Breast beam lights poured over the rough uneven bluish black stone which made up the entire surface of the tower both its circular walls and its floor. Against the far wall was a stone stair case which led up following the wall in a spiral. But looking up in the center of the room she saw no upper ceiling or hint of an additional floor just the stair case clinging to the wall in a gradual tracing arc ascending upwards into the gloom above the reach of her boob lights. In fact her breast lights were having a very difficult time pushing back the darkness as if it were a physical substance akin to water and like water it roiled back around the edges of the light beams and seemed to burble and seep out of each stony crack weakening her beams of revealing light as the deepness of space never had?!

Breast Woman squeezed her breast again and again to try and increase her breast lights intensity against this aggressive darkness but the illumination she could cast was slight. She gave up and began to walk slowly around the towers base room slapping her tits hard to keep her light beams up to strength as she frowned and pondered at the seemingly barren and oppressively quiet stillness of the tower.

Suddenly the white noise hiss in her head/ears was replaced by a crackling hiss and in the center of the room a large blue holographic image appeared and began to look around until its eyes found her in her stopped stance in her angled approach to the distant stair. The giant face widened its eyes and smiled as it spoke, “who… ah Breast Woman! I just knew if I laid enough of these little traps around the galaxy and prompted you with enough bait that sooner or later you would wander tit first into one of them… so boringly predictable! Ha-ha-ha!”

“Vixen Koresettia! What an unpleasant surprise!” Breast Woman snarled at the large glowing face hovering in the center of the tower above her as it smiled down at her and zoomed back to show the upper body of the infamous woman. She was sitting on a living Katapenis, a furless caterpillar like creature often growing to over twenty feet in length and covered in penis/tentacles which it mates with and uses to restrain its prey with. This one was heavily bound in leather straps and chains and was being used by the powerful slave trader as a chair. Since the creature was half mounted against a wall it was somewhat obvious how the flushed and wiggling Vixen Koresettia was maintaining her hands-free purchase upon the large creature’s ocelot spotted surface.

Vixen smiled as her upper body slowly gyrated up and down, in one hand she held a glass tumbler and as she spoke and smiled and feverently blushed, she reached her other long wristed hand to one of the many smaller half bound leather harnessed penis tentacles next to her and pulling a long glass stopper out of its urethra she squeezed the small leather strapped ball-sack until a large amount of white liquid shot out of the penis filling her glass and then she savagely shoved the stopper back in and toasted Breast Woman as she smiled and her lips quivered. “Now, Now Breast Woman let us not be coy. You brought this on yourself you know. You shouldn’t take things from a person, that is called stealing; and you definitely shouldn’t take things from me, that is called suicide. But now, righhhhhhhttttt now, oh excuse me there, oh yessssss, now where was I? Oh yes, as we speak I am rectifying the situation by taking back my stolen property, the glutoid and as compensation for my inconvenience your ship, what do you call it again? Cleavage or Buttage or something like that? Oh and of course for interest on that payment… your life! Cheers!” Vixen swallowed the thick creamy white liquid and her head fell back for a moment in sheer ecstasy.

“F-tonging!” Breast Woman shouted. “So help me Vixen if you so much as-“

“Oh enough with the silly empty threats and helpless concern I would think it would be far wiser for you to worry about what is in that little box over there?” Vixen nodded her head in the direction of the dark shadows clumped under the slow rise of the stone stair case.

Breast Woman half spun despite herself and slapped her tits harshly causing milk to splatter out of her glowing erect nipples. The breast beams flared up and fell upon a large lone metallic gray case ribbed in black ceramic reinforcing straps.

“Now let’s see… What’s in it?” Vixen pulled a pair of reading glasses from her red jacket breast pocket of her jiggling perspiration and seamen covered breasts and with white liquid still dripping slowly from her blood red lips she glanced down at something off screen bellow her. “Hmm, I am sorry for the suspense but you see I had placed several of these little traps around the galaxy; I can be a bit impatient you know. Hmm, now what did I have that little ditz Kiz-Mae Von Arden so unwittingly transport as cheese to this little mouse trap? AH! OH MY! Well…” Vixen took off her glasses and put them away and jerked herself another drink. “Let’s just say I am SOOOO glad I am not in your tacky little gold shoes there Dorothy. Now I would Love to stay and watch but I have a board meeting and of course a little disciplinary action to welt out to my little run away footstool. I will check back in with you in a day or two.” Vixen raised up a remote control device from her side blazer pocket and pointed it in front of her and pressed a button. “And please feel free to scream.” The holographic image flickered out as a loud audio clicking sound popped in the thick air of the ebony tower.

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The gray case instantly popped half open and then slowly began to open the rest of the way like the petals of a young budding rose as bit by bit gray limbs began to squeeze and tug and pull and yank themselves from the tight confines of the crate.

The man screamed and ran for the door-less portal of the ebony tower and was instantly shredded into countless small bloody pieces by the suddenly agitated thorny tendrils around the towers base. These tendrils now grew up and covered the sole opening with an impenetrable wall/door of thorny briars.

Breast Woman gritted her teeth and made a mad dash for the stair case and flung herself up them. Flying in an unknown multiverse was always a bad idea as you could never be sure what the laws of gravity might be up to and a simple upward leap might be a sudden neck snapping crash into the floor!

Whatever was extracting its self out of that case was designed to be something that was very painstakingly attuned to be immune to her breast powers and her super heroine abilities! There was no doubt that a woman of Vixen Korsettia’s obsessive intellect would not have trapped her in an out of sync dimensional tower with just some normal cut and dried run of the mill beast. It would surely be a monster that fiendish slaver was certain would easily defeat her known powers!

Breast Woman raced up the stone stair case which in just one circumnavigation of the large round room was suddenly narrowed by half and in another sweep of its slow spiral ascent was narrowed again! Breast Woman could hear the roaring shambling hulk of the now free creature as it lumbered about the room bellow her but she could not make out anything of its construction or identity with her boob lights as it was already too far below her rapid ascent through the towers murky gloom.

The stone stairs occasionally leveled out into a parapet for half of the cylinder walls before ascending again at an increased angle but other than that there appeared to be no other door way or room or level that they lead into or stopped abruptly at. Breast Woman could not tell if the creature was following her yet and in fact it may be oblivious of her presence but that could not last for long.

Suddenly the stairs topped themselves out. The last stair riser lead to a narrow thin ledge which ran around the upper lip of the tower and just below the ceiling of the structure which was in turn covered in hanging tendrils of thorny growth identical to what grew around the edge of the towers base! Breast Woman dropped to all fours so as to be out of any sudden lurch of the overhead briar patch of thorny vines and crawled along the rough stone ledge looking bellow and behind her into the dark where she just made out a large hulking shape slowly but steadily advancing up the stair case in menacing strides in her wake.

Breast Woman moved steadily away from the last stair tread and now found herself upon her back avoiding the dodging whipping ever thickening growth of tendrils above her as she inched back away from where the creature would have to emerge from its steady silent climb.

Slowly the methodic pursuing creature lumbered into view. It was a Brainduhpod! And an adult and most certainly male too, from the look of the large throbbing ribbed rippling penis that probed this way and that under its frilled bulbous glistening head as it slowly propelled its self-up the stair case toward her incumbent form. Brainduhpod’s were large octopus looking creatures, having a single large eye centered in front of its gilled wrinkled brain pod elongated head and long tentacles hanging down with a few thick ones often used as legs to ‘walk’ and support it’s bodiless head as its others pulled it along its way. They possessed several mental attack powers such as paralysis and mind-control and fear and nausea inducing physic waves. They had a powerful muscle relaxant contained in the suction cups of their tentacles and were quiet strong and powerful. And they had the ability to produce clouds of chloroform gas from their gill slits which they in turn were immune to and they ‘spoke’ by producing clicking sounds from their rows of bony mandibles covering their lipless mouths centered just under their single unblinking red eye. They reproduced using their enormous penises by raping the females of other species as all Brainduhpod’s were born inherently male. Despite their large octopus exposed brain heads they were instinctual creatures rather than intelligent ones and were in fact quiet stupid! Stupid or not they were the bane of intergalactic Aphrodite gene women everywhere as the creatures came equipped with two large milker tentacles hanging down on either side of their floating bodiless heads and seemed to have been tailor made to exploit all such women’s genetic weakness with their various natural counterbalancing powers!

Breast Woman stopped back peddling along on her backside and instead grabbed the sides of both of her mighty naked breasts and started squeezing them tightly. “If that thing gets its tentacles upon me I am done for! In just hours my helpless body will have filled this tower with this vile creature’s offspring and I will be reduced to nothing but a breeding whore for the swarm of them!” Breast Woman clenched her teeth and concentrated as her nipples began to glow and she fired off a powerful breast blast from her prone position upon the narrow ledge. The powerful beam blast bounced harmlessly off the creatures natural mental shield defenses and the ricocheting beam glanced up into the thorny tendrils above the creature and set the wriggling vines alight! The flames spread slowly issuing a dank thick acidic smoke as they lazily spread. “I was afraid of that! As an adult Brainduhpod it has already developed its mental kinetic shields and no doubt also has the camouflage ability as well! Not that I think it will need any kind of stealthy attack against my helpless sexy ass!”

Just then the Brainduhpod reached the top step and moved along the narrow ledge toward her back scrambling form and the smoking burning tendrils growing upon the ceiling grabbed at the creature and began to ensnare it! “Those vines have blindly grabbed hold of the creature!” Breast Woman continued to ease herself away from the now enmeshed and struggling Brainduhpod using her elbows to wiggle her body still on her back away from the strange sight. The powerful Brainduhpod was no match for the thousands of vicious thorny tendrils who not only began to tear the shocked and alarmed creature limb from limb but passed their burning state upon it so that now the Brainduhpod in its struggles was not only oozing green puss liquid from countless wounds but was now enflamed as well!

Breast Woman rolled over onto her belly and began to rapidly crawl away from the flailing tentacle fight as bits and pieces of torn vines and limbs fell down burning about her! She crawled as fast as she could getting her sexy ass spanked by a few tendrils in the process but it was nothing compared to the pinches she got every time she rode the space rails! Soon she was clear of the raining flaming debris and had actually circled around behind the now caught and dying Brainduhpod so that she could drop from the narrow ledge back down upon the stair case and rapidly flee back down to the base of the tower room far below again.

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The man spit tobacco juice from his sun weathered face and let the slimy trail hang un-whipped from his stained yellow-brown lips and gray stubble chin. He squinted under the bright sun and tugged at the brim of his hat and looked once more at his steel wrist watch half hid under his unbuttoned sleeves of his faded plaid shirt. He grimaced once more up into the unrelenting sun and then headed back to his beat-up convertible car and keyed the engine. It coughed and sputtered to life and he cranked the vehicle around bouncing over the rocky terrain. Just then an explosion happened behind him and he looked up into his cracked rearview mirror as it filled with a blinding light. A second latter a woman fell heavily into the bench seat next to him. The man kept the car moving and looked non-pulsed over at the dazed half naked woman and her glowing smoldering nipples and said simply, “Ma’am you MUST be this Breast Woman I have heard so much about. They do fit the descriptions, though I simply did not think they could possibly be so large. Anyway the Shadow Council sent me to come pick you up. No idea how they knew you were here but then I don’t get paid to know such things. I just get paid to take you where I am supposed to so you may want to buckle up though with those air bags I shouldn’t wonder but you would be safe in any collision or sinking ship.” The man hit a button even as the still dazed and groggy woman tried to right herself in the car seat and the car shot up into the air and whisked into deep space.

“Wha- the Shadow Council? My worse enemies gathered together? I thought I had destroyed them?” Breast Woman ran her fingers through her disheveled hair as she looked out of the open roofless car as it flew through space.

“I don’t know anything about that ma’am. Only know that they want to talk to you something fierce. Something about some kind of growing gang war between this Kiz-Mae Von Arden and Vixen Korsettia and how it is threatening to destroy the galaxy or some such rot.”

“Vixen Korsettia?! Yes, then take me to the Shadow Council and we will see what we will see!” Breast Woman had managed to right herself in the slippery upholstered front bench seat of the convertible car but could not get the shoulder strap to reach over her massive mammary.

“Yeah I can understand your impatiens and such, but first we have one other little stop we have to make.” The man raised a well-tanned hard muscled limb and pointed over the cracked dusty windshield of the old car.

“The prison planet of Shut!” Breast Woman gasped.

“Yep, I am afraid we need to pick-up a mister Lord Krangore and bring him with us as a sort of show of good faith on your part to this here meeting.”

“You expect me to help with the escape of one of the most dangerous arch-villains in the known galaxy and one of my most reviled personal adversary’s?” Breast Woman looked incredulously at the man who looked back at her unblinking.

“Ma’am I rightly don’t expect anything from you at all, but what I was told was if we don’t bring this here Lord Krangore with us then we can’t expect any help from the Shadow Council and they are the only ones in the whole universe who know the location of both Vixen Korsettia and Kiz-Mae Von Arden’s secret bases. Now,” the man reached under the dash board and pulled out a shot gun which he pumped into action with one hand as he continued to steer toward the prison planet Shut with his other. “We doing this or what?”

Breast Woman scowled and then squeezed her breasts together until her nipples glowed and snarled, “alright this is going to take a whole lot of explaining latter to Intergalactic Patrol but I must get to Vixen Korsettia’s secret base as soon as possible and if this is the only way I can find it then so be it!”

The man smiled and then he blurred and fizzled out and was replaced by-

“Texas Star!” Breast Woman gasped.

“Yep! Sorry for the holographic disguise but I needed to be sure you were on board with me in this venture before I tipped my hat! I don’t like the idea of siding up to these Shadow Council goons either nor this breaking into and abiding the escape of a convicted felon but if this is the only way we can stop this gang war then I will do whatever it takes as the front line battle ground seems to be centered right smack upon Earth its self! Even as we speak Earth is swarming with every kind of inseminiod plant and creature imaginable! All the other super heroines have their, er, hands full dealing with them! It is up to us to find these two women and stop this madness at the very source!”

“I never thought I would see the day I would be committing a jail break on the prison planet of Shut, but I am with you Texas Star! Let’s save the galaxy… again!” Breast Woman and Texas Star stood up in the speeding car and high-fived their mighty tits together in a loud thundering smack of justice!!!!!!!!!!!!

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