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This story was all about going back to one of the great classics of Mr. X’s long history of story telling and revisiting one of his pivotal creations in his awesome rogues gallery! So enjoy one of his classic monsters revisited in…….

BRENDA WADES BIG BUST!!

“We’re top heavy ma’am. And there is no deigning it.” the robust redhead pushed up her cat eyed tortoise shell glasses as she hurried with arms full of paper work along side the most powerful woman in Delta City and thereby one of the most powerful persons in the world.

That woman in question turned her coiled raven hair head and shot a bemused look at her latest intern who fumbled and juggled her arm load as she raced in her high heels to keep up with the statuesque busty bombshell. “Speak for yourself, honey. I, for one, intend to go up another cup size at least by the end of this quarter.” Brenda Wade smirked at the befuddled redhead who was gasping at the long limbed brunettes strong stride fast pace and Brenda gave an inward sigh at her failing to smile back at her joke.

Brenda slackened her pace through the bright shining halls of Wade Industries Tower and Laborites of Energy Studies and the gasping redhead took the moment to try and cradle her arm load of readouts and push wayward strands of vermilion hair back behind her ears and out of her panting face. “Figures don’t lie ma’am.”

The red head was trying to find and pull out a particular spread sheet from her pile as Brenda now came to a full stop and surveyed her workers bustling around her amidst their cubicles. Brenda’s gaze fell upon one of the few men now working for Wade Industries. With a wrinkle of concentration and a lick of her thick full lips Brenda’s mind connected to her power belt she was currently wearing. The power belt was already active. The belt, semi-disguised as a thin black and gold fashion belt as part of her civilian outfit, was in fact creating her current array of clothes, a modest and yet alluring mix of power business suit and busty button popping to tight teacher tease, all created and maintained by the invisible swarming micron Wadebots emitting from her power belt. By wearing an already active belt that produced her civilian clothing like this, Brenda could also have a kinetic force field in place to deflect bullets or slow down and help ward fast moving sudden blows as well as constant access to her other Ms. Americana belt ampped powers, such as increased healing regeneration, increased strength, increased speed, and increased gymnastic athletic abilities. There was of course the side effects of the power belt, which slowly increased the wearers horniness and lowered her intelligence, which could be righted by removing the belt or turning it off completely, but Brenda/Ms. Americana felt the added perks of having the power belt on at all times even in her civilian identity out weighed the drawbacks of such and she liked feeling so powerful at all times and ready in an instance to flash change into her super heroine outfit while already wielding her super heroine powers in her civilian persona just like so many of the other super heroines could!

Besides this basic patrol belt had been created with a new base feature and Brenda was just itching to try it out! Brenda let her salacious wet lip gaze fall upon the rather notable prominent feature of the handsome slick sandy haired male employee and that being the large bulbous bulge tenting down from his crotch and stopping just before his knee. With a little beading perspiration upon her frowning brow Brenda finally made the mental link with her power belt via the Wade bots interacting on the molecular level with her Aphrodite gene laced breast cells and commanded it with a singular thought. ‘Give me… enhanced vision! Zoom perception!’ the crotch of the unsuspecting male loomed into her slightly dilated eyes view. ‘Cool!… Now…. X-ray!!!!’ the pants slowly faded away revealing to her now feverish panting gaze…. A large sock filled with more socks taped to a muscular thigh?! And an embarrassingly tiny ten inch pinky penis!!! ‘Shit!’

“See… Ms. Wade?” The rosewood red head had found her missing data report and was holding it up for her perusal. “figures don’t lie.”

A miffed Brenda blinked and growled over broad shoulder at the intern, “the hell they don’t!” Brenda angrily folded her arms under her huge breasts sending an already too strained pearl button popping and rolling away on the hard carpeted floor until it pinged to a stop against the young man in questions two hundred dollar brown dress shoe. She scowled at the young man across the room from her who now noticed her and gave a meek smile and nod at his irate boss. “Fire Studson there.” Brenda aggressively nodded with a smile at the man amidst the small group of women who were still laughing at his recent joke.

“But Mr. Studson’s salary won’t even make a dint in our overhead. He is too low on the managerial wage pool. Besides ma’am, he was hired under the Wade vs. Wade settlement.” The worried and flummoxed redhead pushed up her cat eyed glasses again up her small freckled nose. The Wade vs. Wade settlement was just one of many attempts by her fathers brother’s two surviving sons to try and oust Brenda from controlling interest in Wade Industries. Just after her take over at the age of eighteen of her deceased fathers controlling interests in Wade Industries she had cleaned house of the entirely all male corporation and its smattering of female eye candy air head sectaries and reversed the social order by hiring all female employees and female executives. Even today, after the supposed equal rights movements and sexual revolution of the sixties and seventies had swept through the nation, the city of Delta City still was a maze of glass ceilings for the female workers and males remained in firm control of all public and privet sectors of the city, save at Wade Industries and a handful of other corporations where the opposite was true. But her two cousins filed a sexual harassment and unfair labor practice lawsuit against her for not having enough male workers at her company and a fuming Brenda had reluctantly agreed to hire a set number of male applicants. Some of these she was saddled with and where the lackeys of the two Wade brothers, but others she had with tongue in cheek had hired based on their looks and eckhem, certain physical charms, as a sort of retaliation for centuries of such hiring’s of women by males as eye candy and sexual objects of their sick male lusts. A practice sadly still going on throughout most of Delta City. Studson had been one such hireling. A promising piece of beef cake who had walked into her office with a side arm of such impressive tube steak so barely concealed in his tight slacks as to cause Brenda to make a slurping sound when she had rose from her leather chair to shake his big strong hand. And now he had turned out to be just another liar like all males! Brenda was pissed!

“Fine. We won’t fire Mister Studson. We will chop his pay and move him to basement utility maintenance/security detail.“ Brenda gave a wide motherly grin to the instantly relived out of earshot Studson.

“Janitor?! But he was top of his class at Delta Business Institute? And besides the basement is honey combed with all those nasty tunnels and all those inseminoid sex creatures keep attacking anyone from security who we have sent down there to wipe them out?!” the redhead gapped at Ms. Wades incalculable decision.

Brenda gave a sprightly finger wave to Sutdson who gave a three finger boy scout salute back at her with a wide toothpaste commercial grin. “Just put the paper work through. I want him down in the tunnels by lunch.”

“Well, okay Ms. Wade. What kind of weapon should we issue him with? The plasma 9-11 seems to have proven the most effective against plant inseminoid but rather useless against-”

“Just a mop and bucket and janitors jump suit with the smallest jock strap and nut cup you can find. I am sure Mister Studson is more than equipped with a large enough gun of his own to handle anything he might come up against down there.” Brenda pushed up her own large lenses glasses up her small nose and smiled at the shocked freckled face redhead and set off down a side hallway in full hip sway giggling to herself . “Oh, and issue in the usual newspapers that Wade Industries is looking to hire another street level opening for our middle management male requirement intern program, as in keeping with our commitment to fair and just labor practices. And make sure we screen all viable applicants with a COMPLETE physical this time. I want all pertinent measurements posted on the outside of the files and my own measuring tape lying upon my desk first thing in the morning.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

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The board room meeting wasn’t going as well as it normally did for Brenda Wade. She usually just issued her orders for the week and snowballed over her two Wade cousins who challenged her on everything she said or did, both in her public and privet life! With the help of her constant Aphrodite gene body issuing its usual super powerful sex pheromones all it took was undoing a button or two and shoving her amazing cleavage discretely and with an innocent air into the two idiotic brothers faces to get her way on any idea she came up with. The rest of the board were hand selected women whom she had groomed and offered the only ranking position in the city and they were always quick to know which side of their bread was buttered and by whom! But Brenda was already down to her navel with unbuttoned cleavage and the usual scent of cheesy noodle this would have sent wafting from the two hapless men’s tiny trouser snakes and the subsequent roomful of giggles from her and all the other women present were mysteriously missing?!

Brenda had known for weeks she was going to have increasing resistance and trouble from all the lawsuit forced hired males that the Wade brothers had forced onto the board in support of them, but her hand picked women still out numbered them and she had always got her way, even if she had to rely more and more on her womanly charms to befuddle the small clique males questionable leadership of the two Wade brothers. But here in this meeting for the first time she had seen several of her own women supporters speak out against HER! And side in favor with her two cousins!

‘They must have some incriminating evidence over these women?’ Brenda thought to herself. ‘No time to worry about that now. I have to get back in control of this meeting and fast! Luckily like most women in Delta City Brenda had an aversion to undergarments, though usually she wore a bra and panties to work as a mater of family orientated values of principle, still she never wore any underwear on days she had a board room meeting scheduled! And though this outfit she was wearing today was actually one spawned entirely out of micro Wade bots from her disguised and active power belt, it was composed entirely of a very tight and sheer blouse, eye glasses, pins to keep up her hair in a bun, a tight pencil side slit miniskirt, a watch, ear rings, a necklace, and a pair of ankle strapped stiletto heeled shoes. But no bra and certainly no panties! This new patrol belt had a new test bed feature she had added, zoom vision and x-ray vision (which she had just tested out earlier today and found that using either increased her lust exponentially). And both had been a power drainer and had caused her during the construction of the belt to lessen the power of her kinetic force field and shrink the size of her Ms. Americana costume as well as do away with her civilian costumes bra and panties as well as her usual silk hose and garter belt and suit jacket. But this would now play well in her hand! ‘it’s time to unleash the big guns!’ Brenda thought to herself, ‘a panty flash is usually enough to send my two cousins into a tongue tied gurgling three stooges routine, a full face pussy flash should put them straight into grand mal-seizers and me back in vocal control of this meeting!’

Brenda smiled at the two fuming ranting Wade brothers and dropped her pencil next to their leather chairs. As if sensing her ploy several of the women leaped into loud protests in support of the Wade brothers recent proposal, that being the out of the question notion of bringing back the military weapons division of Wade Industries. This stopped Brenda short. ‘These women aren’t joining her cousins against her out of some kind of blackmail, they were moving against her out of something baser darker dirtier, GREED! Brenda leaned on the table before her and listened to the women. ‘I owe them that,’ she thought to herself. ‘after all they ARE women, not stupid pathetic mindless men.’

“It’s simple Ms. Wade.” a butch looking blonde snarled. “since you have killed all our government contracts with the military and shut down all Wade armaments manufacturing we have struggled to make a profit.”

“Wade Industries started out making weapons for the United States army in the early 1800’s and then for the southern Confederacy during the Civil War and then once again for the Union shortly after that war ended. We have always grown and made our profits from the manufacturer and the development of weapons. And while it is undoubtedly noble of you to shut down this prominent branch of our corporation and redirect our energies to helping the poor through the manufacture and distribution of renewable energies sources, such as wind turbines and solar collectors and the such, these individuals are… well, poor! And every day is another day of loss! Which, frankly this company can no longer afford!” the pony tailed brunette frowned at her own forwardness and leaned back in her chair as she looked quickly around her for another to take up the argument upon her behalf.

“And the research division is just eating up funds like a cop chomping doughnuts at a bank heist! Ah-ah-ah! Brenda we all know that you are researching new technologies and funding this Ms. Americana! Outfitting her with the very weapons and crafts which once made us profits! And doing it for free! We all know that Delta City has a long history of family run business hiring body guards to protect themselves and their interests! Hell, prize fighters in the late 1800’s and Pinkerton agents in the early 1900’s, and today it has become almost a status symbol for even the elected officials of our fair city to waltz around with their own small privet armies in public, but this Ms. Americana doesn’t PAY us for all this equipment and her operating cost are simply outlandish! I have never seen such over the top waste! And she sure the hell doesn’t tow the line as far as I can tell! She has a nasty habit of attacking our business partners while leaving our competitors alone?! How’s that for a body guard?! She is both eating us out of house and home and ruining our business with her out of control illegal vigilante antics!”

“Well, I am not about to sit here and listen to anymore of these childish rants!’ Brenda straightened up and cast a withering glare about the room. “I have a company to run!” and Brenda turned on her high heels to storm out of the room.

“Actually you don’t.” it was one of the Wade brothers, she could never remember which of the fat balding men where which and had taken to privately calling them by the nickname Lydia had given them of tweedledumb and tweedledumber. “This board met privately yesterday and voted unanimously to remove you from control of this corporation. And in fact, has removed you from this corporation entirely. The amount of funds which you have been embezzling for your own special humanitarian projects far out strips your corporate shares and as such we dismiss you with cause from any further dealings with this organization.”

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‘Perhaps I could have handled that better,’ Brenda thought to herself from the back of the police squad car, the handcuffs chafing her wrists, but damn it felt good punching that fat bastard and giving him a shiner!’

But now she would have to spend a few hours downtown at the police station as her lawyers wrangled her out on what would be an outrageous bail! ‘obviously I have underestimated those two! Not a mistake I shall make again! But first to get all this ludicrous legal bullshit sorted out and back to business heading MY! company!’

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“What the hell are you talking about?! How can that even be remotely legal?!” Brenda slammed down the pay phone receiver in disgust, rattling the chrome cradle. Brenda ran a shaky hand through her thick heavy mane of hair and looked over at Lydia Welles her ward.

Lydia in turn looked back at her from the plastic molded chair where she slouched in the motel lobby as she dug in her Puffy Penis book bag for change for the candy bar machine. “So we really have lost Wade Manor for good? Bummer.”

“Yeah sweetness. Bummer. It has been a hell of a couple of weeks. First my job and then all our money and credit and now those rotten Wade brothers have taken over Wade Manor. It seems everything was kept in the company name for tax purposes and various legal loopholes. Damn accountants and corporate lawyers!” Brenda banged her head slowly against the wall of the lobby.

“I don’t think that greasy guy is going to let us stay here another night for just a titty flash. I think his wife has caught on.” Lydia looked over her shoulder back at the direction of the front desk hidden from the alcove by a wall of palm plants and bit her pouty lips.

“Yeah, I know honey.” Brenda sighed and shuffled over next to Lydia and adjusted the teenagers pony tails.

“Well, what about that property deed that old lawyer friend of your dads found out about. The one Wade Industries bought up as a tax right off and which we bought out right with our ‘own’ money to make a secret super heroine bay base out of before we found the tunnels from the domes under Wade Manor that lead straight to Delta City Bay?” Lydia perked up as she thought of the idea. “We could go and live there while we sort all of this out!”

Brenda had scoffed at the idea before but now it seemed their only chance for a roof over their heads. Brenda nodded, “okay kiddo, the bay it is. We’ll have to walk though. That last phone call tapped me out and we haven’t a friend in the world anymore in which to turn to. At least not without jeopardizing their careers under the wraith of the newly all powerful Wade brothers! Or our secret identities as Ms. Americana and Flag Girl!”

“That’s alright! Do you want a Sinckers or a Puffy Penis candy bar?” Lydia leaped up and with a fist full of quarters and headed hungrily over toward the candy vending machine.

“Puffy Penis, I could kill right now for a big Puffy Penis bar.” Brenda smiled weakly.

“Stuff Your Hungry Hole!” Lydia laughed, as she recited the famous catchphrase from the yellow ribbed candy bar’s commercial. “Two Puffy Penis to go!”

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“Well, this is it.” Brenda set her bag down in a creaking wooden chair next to Lydia’s and suspiciously eyed the dilapidated rundown shack of a building. According to the large roughly painted scroll lettering on the back wall of the interior of the one large one room filled with small round tables and wooden chairs, this had once been a fish and chips restaurant called, ‘The Bottom Line.’

“It’s better than the bus shelter and the Wade brothers threatened to close down any homeless shelters or charities that offered us help. And it sure beats flashing our love melons for free eats from the drive through of the local golden arches!” Lydia offered as she began to shuffle through the dusty maze of tables to the long serving bar at the back of the building.

“Honey unless those refrigerators in back there are full of fish strips we will back in those bushes tonight!” Brenda grimaced to herself. “We’re lucky nature has blessed us with such hottie bodies or else we would have starved weeks ago!”

“Alright hold it right there!” both Lydia and Brenda turned at the loud shout and stood with instinctively raised arms as a lone figure pinched its self off from the shadows and strode slowly up to them with a fierce looking shot gun aimed in their general direction. “Who might you two be and what do you think you are doing here on this here privet property?”

Brenda eyed what was now revealed in a dusty ray of late afternoon sunlight from one of the half boarded over windows to be a thin long limbed chestnut brunette large busted woman in a leather bustier, skin tight jean shorts, cowboy hat and boots. “I am Brenda Wade the rightful owner of this here establishment and I have come to survey my property.” Brenda held out the legal document of ownership to the gun toting woman.

But the woman made no move toward the document and only raised her aim of her firearm so it now laid a direct path to Brenda’s head. “So you’re the infamous Brenda Wade, eh? You sure got some guts coming here.”

“What do you have against us?” Lydia demanded instinctively moving her feet into a defensive stance and eyeing the distance between her and that menacing gun.

“Did the Wade brothers set you up to this?” Brenda asked as she too narrowed her eyes and judged the distance between her and the hostile young woman.

“Wade brothers? Never heard of ‘em. My beef is entirely with you, Brenda Wade.” the woman sighted her bright brown eyes down the barrel sight.

“Outrageous! What have I ever done to you?” Brenda fumed.

“Ever done to me? Well let’s see? You forced the bank to foreclose on my three generation owned family business here and run me out of my home in the rooms up above the dinner and then you closed down my family owned fishery and cannery out back and left me homeless and penniless and half the people around here without a job or a way of life and then you just let the property rot. You didn’t even want it! Just used it for a tax right off! How’s that for starts?” the woman fairly hissed at Brenda over the rear sight of the shot gun now only a few yards from her head.

Brenda was taking aback by this and her ready crouch to pounce upon the woman subsided as well as Lydia’s creeping approach and both women looked confused and unsettled as the fiery brunette raised her head from the shot gun sights and shook her long hair out of her face.

“I-I m sorry.” Brenda started.

“Me too,” Lydia sobbed.

“I guess you are, now. Now that you have lost everything as well. I read about your current predicament in the newspapers. I suppose a sort of poetic justice has fallen on you for all the rough treatment you have been giving the poorer people of this city for so many years. Just stomping all over us, all you wealthy bastards.” She lowered her firearm with a derisive snort and walked behind the bar and brought out a bottle of whiskey and some glasses, “well the poor are never enemies of one another as the poor is all we got. So have a shot, though it’s not the kind of shot I had promised myself I would give to Ms. Brenda Wade if she ever stepped foot in here.”

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“So what now?” a slightly slurring Lydia asked a slightly tipsy Brenda from their makeshift blanket beds upon the snoring passed out drunk Margaret’s illegal squatter once legal rooms floor above the Bottom Line fish and chips dinner.

“First we get a good nights sleep. Then we check out our new business from top to bottom first thing in the morning. Then we do whatever it takes to get this place up and operational again. Both the dinner and the fish packing plant out back built over the pier. Not only for our own well being, but to help right the wrong we so unwittingly did to all these good people! It will take a lot of hard work, but we can do it.”

“And what about our, you know, other selves?” Lydia pondered out loud. “We lost our secret bases and all our stuff and even our power belts!”

“I know.” Brenda mused, “they caught us with our metaphoric panties down! Not even a non-ultra belt power belt to our names! But I know the Wade brothers don’t have the smarts to find our hidden domes under Wade Manor. If only I hadn’t sealed up all the upper tunnels against possible intruders so many years ago! We might have had the chance to sneak back in and at least use our super heroine gear!”

“Then we are kaput as super heroines!” Lydia was trying not to cry.

“Wha- nonsense! We make good ole fashion fabric costumes with needle and thread just as soon as we can and without power belts we start patrolling the city again! This city needs us! Now more than ever! What with those Wade brothers rubbing shoulders with the local thugs and corrupt politicians there’s no telling what damage they will unleash upon the poor innocent women of this city?! Never forget Lydia we are women! And therefore superior!”

“Rocking!” A suddenly cheered up Lydia shrieked in delight.

“For now we catch some shut eye, and tomorrow we begin to rebuild!” Brenda kissed Lydia on the forehead and petted the towheaded blonde’s hair until she fell into a deep slumber. “Don’t worry kid, we’re not down and out of this yet.”

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Brenda beamed out over the full dinner each table bustling with loud happy customers. It had been a rough first three months but the place was starting to pull its weight into the black and out of the red. It had been Brenda’s idea to make the fish cannery and the small fishing boat fleet docked under it as well as the dinner it’s self into a co-op owned by all who worked in it as well as the entire immediate neighborhood. No bank loans, just everyone’s hard earned savings and lots of elbow grease. It didn’t hurt that Ms. Americana showed up now and then on the streets at night and dealt the local gang hoodlums a few well placed boot heels that now left the local businesses no longer paying out ‘protection’ money. Those freed up funds, well a lot of it, went into the repairs needed for the boats and the buildings and the docks.

The Wade brothers had laughed it all away, and after a few failed goonish attempts to shut the whole operation down, they had turned their attentions to their Washington DC parties and their new endless highlife style super model bed mates and limo and privet jet motorcades. And endless buffet meals with pentagon top brass. Wade Industries was now raking in money and supplying the much needed arms the country devoured to wage its countless wars in every impoverished country in the world. No longer improving the lives of humanity it now subjected them to the will of the rich and powerful and the almost entirely male of the worlds ruling elite. The 1950’s status quo had once again been re-set like a long pawned jewel back into its gaudy frame. And no one could be happier than the Wade brothers who sat at the top of the new food chain with their shiny paten leather shoes propped up on the naked backsides of kneeling obedient women.

Brenda sighed deeply maybe, just maybe things could relax a little now that the whole operation was finally turning a profit and beginning to put some money back into the peoples long trusting empty savings accounts? Of course some compromises had been made along the way, Brenda eyed Lydia in her deeply camel toeing short shorts and see through midriff baring t-shirt get her little bubble butt pinched yet again as she served a bunch of horny dock workers from further down the bay quays who made up the usual rowdy lunch crowd. Brenda’s own revealing outfit left little to the imagination as she alternated between playing host and seating customers and waitressing herself. The skimpy outfits had made the new Bottom Line the raving success that it was, there was no deigning that! And the tips alone kept the skimpy clad local teenage girls grinning and coming back for more! Despite their bruised posteriors!

Brenda looked up smirking from a group of male tourists who had just been served a full helping of the house special of ‘cheesy noodle’ by two young hotties innocently and with faces of complete blank ignorance letting their proud young nipples slip up and out of their tight tops as they bent low in serving the plates of fresh caught snapper to the blushing still low moaning men; as Margaret in her oily cover alls and dirt smeared face came hurriedly in from the door leading from the back of the dinner down to the fish cannery and its docks of fishing boats. “You’d better hurry and check this out.” Margaret whispered as she hooked Brenda by the arm and pulled her out of the building and out upon the pier toward the fish factory and its sister side jetties of fishing ships.

“What is it?” Brenda asked as Margaret continued to pull her by the arm down the dock and past the cannery and down one of the side jetty moorings of the fishing tugs.

“It is simply easier if you see it for yourself” Margaret muttered though her long tangled locks as she shot Brenda a haunted wide eyed look of surprise. She continued to lead her along the side dock and then down leaping gingerly into a rolling fishing tug. Brenda followed her into the ship and Margaret nodded at the grim faced crew of women (Brenda still instated upon hiring only women, which wasn’t so outrageous as all the men had left the area when the factory had shut down.) who lifted up the large tarp that lay splayed across the back of the tossing tugs stern. “you ever see anything like that before?” Margaret asked the shocked faced Brenda as they both stared at the silent dead creature.

“Unfortunately, yes!” Brenda gasped at the sight. “But I had hoped never to see its like again.” Brenda knelt down beside the huge creature as Margaret kicked at it with her cowboy boot metal tipped toe. Brenda passed a careful hand over the oily damp surface, “it is one of the fishmen creatures of the deep which tried to invade Delta City a few decades back. Ms. Americana and Got Girl just managed to defeat them along with Got Chix and Hexana. You probably wouldn’t have heard much about it as the officials at the time tried their best to hush it all up afterwards.”

“Ugly brutes.” Margaret wrinkled up her nose, “and smelly too! Why did they cover it all up?”

“Well because these ugly brutes only purpose in attacking the city was to find as many females as possible and force mate with them! Not the sort of thing you would want the general populace to find out about. Not unless you wanted a major panic and wide spread rioting in the streets!”

“I see…” Margaret clasped her elbow and cupped a finger over her lip as she became lost in thought. “and not something you would want to become known if you were running a fishing cannery and dinner next to the bay either.”

“Right.” Brenda stood back up from the stank remains, “these things are really hard to kill. How did you manage it?” Brenda turned her attention to the women manning the boat.

“We didn’t. It came up in the nets that way.” the female captain of the craft who had been the operator of ‘The Tunnel of Love’ boat ride at Adventure Island up till three weeks back shrugged at Brenda and Margaret.

“I think we need your Ms. Americana and Flag Girl friends on this one?” Margaret nodded at the now shrouded creature as Brenda wiped off the palms of her hands on the seat of her tiny hot pants emblazoned with the logo ‘the bottom line’.

Suddenly a loud growl followed by shrieks erupted from the fish cannery behind them! “There may not be time for that!” Brenda hissed as she vaulted up onto the dock from the tiny fishing tug and raced to the nearby large wooden building sitting on the large wharf. Women were already fleeing from it screaming their hair nets and worker ‘Bottom Line’ cover-alls in tatters?!

Brenda and Margaret raced into the dimly lit large barn of a structure and struggled like salmon swimming up stream against the tide of rushing howling women who flung themselves past them. By the time they had reached the far side of the factory the place was entirely deserted and Lydia was standing next to them.

“A bunch of workers came running into the dinner yelling about monsters! Fishmen from the deep!” An out of breath Lydia panted. “It must be a hoax! Probably those Wade brothers paid those fishing boat crews up the bay to harass us! Some of those guys use to work here you know and they are none too happy that all the women they left behind have now taken over their old jobs!”

“I don’t think so hon. Not unless they paid them to do that as well?!” Brenda growled as she pointed past the rows of iced sorting tables at the ghastly image of a fishman from the deep creature madly humping a glassy eyed teen worker!!!

“Dose workers comp cover that?” Margaret frowned at Brenda.

“I don’t think so,” Brenda shook her head. “No definitely not.”

“Well then we had better do something.” Margaret grabbed a pair of ice tongs off the near by table and all three women launched themselves at the rabid raping creature!

The battle was epic chaos. With fists pounding and boot heels kicking the creature ignored almost all their tiny blows in its one track mind of pounding the stuffing out of the hot little red head it had pinned and pronged under its monstrous sized bulk. It’s slathering huge head with its immense glazed unblinking fish eyes tossed from side to side in hissing protest to the blows but it showed no sign of dismounting the moaning flushed semi-unconscious young woman who muttered through drool splattered lips, ‘faster daddy faster! Mommy will be home soon!’ that is until Margaret finally got a hold of the rapacious amphibians large swollen testacies with her ice tongs and with two broadly planted boot heels on its small green buttocks she reared back with all her strength. The thing howled and launched its self back and off the trembling teen who muttered a disgusted whine of un-sated need as Lydia pulled her to the side and out of harms way.

“I got the stallion bridled now! Yeeeeha!” Margaret yelped as she rode the bucking sea creature about the room in crashing wood splintering leaps, one hand twisting the tongs tight this way and that on the painfully imprisoned balls as the other flailed above her head.

Just then two more hideous fishmen creatures crept up from the large square hole in the floor where nets where used to haul up the days catch into the cannery. And these foul beasts took Brenda and Lydia utterly by surprise! At the same moment as this was occurring, the wildly rampaging fiend between Margaret’s expert three time champion bull riding thighs, gave a spastic lurch and caught a webbed hind leg in one of the fishing nets! Down the pair went rolling and crashing into the ice trays of fish.

It was only a matter of minutes and all three dazed women found themselves face first in the piles of fish and ice and being mercilessly pounded by the fishmen from the deeps calf thick arm long dongs!!! In fact, once penetration occurred the entire struggle on the part of the three women seemed more akin to greedy receptive ass thrust grinding upon their part?! But surly this was just a trick of the light. The recently rescued red head lit a cigarette and mumbling about ‘nothing ever changes and rich bitches always getting what they want’ angrily sauntered out of the ancient wood creaking shack.

The mad howling humping continued for several hours until suddenly a flash of eerie blue light hit all three fishmen and they stiffened and fell back off their ‘victims’ to crash slumbering upon the floor.

“Is that all?! They can’t be done already?!” Lydia looked up in frustration and then caught the disapproving looks from the other two women out of the corner of her eye and gulped, “I mean… finally! It’s over! What a horrible ordeal!”

“You got some squid in your hair.” All three women looked up from the unconscious fishmen creatures at the sudden speaker. She was a tall beautiful woman in a sea shell bikini wielding a trident. “Right there,” the woman pointed with a long webbed finger to her own temple and nodded at Brenda.

Brenda reached up and struggled to remove the stubborn cephalopod from her hair. “UGH! Who are you?”

“I am Nautica, princess of the mer-maidens. And you are welcome for the rescue.”

“OH, yeah thanks. Uh thanks, but I think we could have taken them in another second or two but thanks for the assist none the less.” Brenda finally dislodged the eight legged hitch hiker from her hair and tossed it casually aside only to have it land and latch its self to Margaret’s naked breast.

“Shouldn’t you have a tail? If you are a mermaid?” Lydia was brushing ice and fish from her near naked body as well.

“A tail?! Darling you need to get out more. Anyway I will take back these trouble makers.” Nautica pointed her trident and an energy web formed a glowing blue net about the three fishmen and she yanked them over the open square hole in the floor of the cannery and dropped them down into the sea.

“You know about those things?” Brenda found her glasses and put them on, one ear piece was bent straight up and one lenses was missing but she ignored this and left them on.

“Those “THINGS’ as you call them use to be the handsome noble males of my race, until about a decade ago when a strange red algae blanketed our underwater cities and transformed them into these monstrous mindless sex starved shapes you saw before you today.” The young princess put a small angry fist on her proud full round hip and glared at the three women before her and tapped her toe in some strange agitated expectation of some kind of apology from the confused three women.

“That must have been awful for you.” Lydia offered.

“Well, yeah, I mean poof! And all your young men are these disgusting creatures attacking anything remotely female! We had to spend the first few years just fighting them off and then chasseing them down and putting them into pens!” the princess raised her hands in a helpless shrug of disbelief.

“Men!” snorted Margaret who had given up trying to remove the loudly suckling octopus from her large left breast.

“Here let me get that for you.” and Nautica pointed her trident and a blue energy blast hit the octopus and it stiffened and fell to the saw dust covered floor.

“So you keep these things around? You don’t destroy them?” Brenda asked some what incredulous.

“Well, you know how it is,” Nautica pushed up her coiled coif of long hair and primped a bit at her tiny sea shell coverings. “We keep them around to lift stuff, and open jars… Oh and you may have noticed that though hideous and rapacious the mutation did endow them with, let us say, a rather abundant tallywacker!”

“Oh YES! We noticed THAT all right! WOW! That thing was HUGE!” Lydia was jumping up and down grinning ear to ear and laughing. “Even bigger than Tommy Hilddesucker!”

“Tommy who?!” Brenda shot the bubbly teen a sever look of admonishment and scowled. “Consider yourself grounded little lady! And we WILL talk about this Tommy Hilldewhatever latter!” Lydia lowered her head and dejectedly kicked at a large fish on the floor in front of her.

“Yes, well, we keep them penned up until we need them for.. Whatever. But sometimes the little rascals wander off and we have to go and herd them back up. Lately there is this semi-intelligent one, well I think he may be semi-intelligent, it’s so hard to tell with men, anyway he seems to be stirring the others up a bit of late into all kinds of mischief. WELL.. I think this is the last of the lot? My royal mermaiden guard should have cornered and dealt with the other two. As it doesn’t look like too much harm was done to them, no real damage done. I will just let the whole thing pass and just take my leave of you. Kiss kiss!” and with that the woman gave a small bow and stepped over the hole in the floor and splooshed down into the gray bay waters twenty feet bellow.

“No real damage done?! How do you like that?!” an exasperated Brenda shook her head.

“Well we had better get back to the dinner and calm those people down before the news of this gets out of hand and destroys us.” Margaret nodded back behind her through the open large double doors leading out of the cannery and to the back of the small dinner connecting the dock to the street beyond.

The three women slowly pushed wide the half open back door to the dinner and stepped into the disaster zone. Every table in the deserted place was knocked over and the floor was a mix of broken bar room brawl chairs and spilled food. As they stood behind the back counter of the dinner the already partially opened front door pushed all the way open and a small man in an off the rack suit and tie walked in oblivious of the wreckage and sat down before the three almost naked bespattered women at the counter bar and picked up a menu. After a few minutes of perusal of the menu he looked up and pushing up his thick glasses whined in a nasal twang, “Do you ladies have stuffed clams?”

“Well we didn’t have any about an hour ago, but we all sure have them now!!” Lydia blurted out and howled with laughter as the other two women blushed and despite themselves giggled at the confused man‘s utter look of bewilderment.

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