The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. Dangerbabecentral continues to kick out some of the best comics on the net and I hope everyone is getting over there to the knot hole in the fence and getting a gander and enjoying that! Some great stuff happening there and a lot of fun! That said these next few stories should be the last for a while as I find myself getting more and more up to my neck in the mainstream projects. But I will of course pop by every week or so and continue to check out everyone else’s great stories and the great Mr. X’s wizardry! Until again, if again, rook.

 

BUSTY, THE BARBARIAN BABE

Sasha Welles was the sexiest hottest woman on the planet! Or so thought Mikhail, who now sweated and squirmed in his duck tapped one arm missing yellow foam leaking desk chair as he leaned forward inches from his computer monitor and tried oh so very hard not to breath too heavily in his over the ear clip on mic. “You’re looking good, Sasha.” Mikhail answered with a throaty voice.

Sash turned back to look over her upraised ass at the invisible camera and flipped him the bird with a large smile on her face as she picked herself up off the ground while adjusting her red and black tortoise shell cat eyed rimmed glasses on her small nose. The tall, six two, slim long limbed twenty six year old woman stood now with one hand held over her blue gray eyes shielding it from the mist shrouded sun and her other hand clamped firmly on her full round jutting hip. She was wearing a pair of tight black blue jeans with a large black leather belt which did not quite rise up high enough to cover up her pale flashing globes of her upper belt-pinched over spilling firm buttocks. On her feet she wore a pair of black steel toe boots that crunched on the mossy rocky ground as she shuffled her hip swaying stance back and forth. She turned her head back over her shoulder at where she guessed the invisible camera would be to address Mikhail but then remembered his obsession with her body and instead turned to look up directly in front of her and then kneeled bending over forward to plant her face directly in line of view of where her breasts had been and said in a dry wiry voice, “Okay think you could try looking at some of the terrain here other than mine and helping me get some bearings?”

Sash heard Mikhail clear his throat over her own over the ear clip on mic headset and smiled despite herself. While the floating camera was entirely invisible to view she could feel a slight ‘tug’ whenever it moved and she now felt that ‘tug’ however slightly as she stood still and guessed it was now zooming upwards and then in a slow unsteady arc in front of her for a few meters until she could barely sense it at all. She took the time ‘alone’ to readjust her top which had become a bit twisted up in her sudden tumble onto the ground with her headset wires and its small battery/transmitter clipped to her belt. She readjusted the battery so it was now clipped directly over her exposed upper ass crack, ‘ah, he is going to love that! Hee-hee. No more free peeps for the perv today!’ and then twisted and pulled on her black bra under her top as she wiggled and yanked the wires so they would fall more down the center of her back instead of down her side as they had been. The small plastic wires ran from the ear piece speaker and mic clipped over her right ear and under her shirt and then under her bra down to the small black transmitter/receiver battery pack and she was now considering that running the wires under her bra was a mistake. True it made losing the ear piece and mic almost impossible but it was also a bit irritating the way the wire dug into her torso. Still there was no way she was going to remover her bra with that perv watching her with a floating invisible camera!

“I’m sorry but I can’t see much… the tether maxes out at ten meters in a sphere from your presence but I can see that these rocky grass lands and mist give way on the right to a rock outcropping… might be able to get a better overall view if you climb up there.” Mikhail’s voice was distracted and she could tell he was struggling with the fog that encased the land as much as she was.

“Alright, you said my right? I will give that a try. We had better maintain radio silence until I reach them. Oh and Mikhail? I really need you to be my eyes and ears out here. So seriously quit trying to look up my skirt. You know what I mean? There is no telling what is out here with me.”

“You are encased in an almost invulnerable force field. Nothing can harm you. If there was any chance of you getting hurt I would never have let you go. But don’t worry head on a swivel here. I got your back.”

Mikhail’s voice faded out with a soft static pop and Sasha rubbed her right hand over her exposed left forearm. She could just barely feel the odd numbness that the invisible field encasing her body caused. She might be invulnerable but she sure didn’t feel it! “Yeah you got my back and my front but I would still prefer it if you had my twelve and six and three and nine! Just don’t leave me hanging here, Sasha over and out.”

Sasha headed out into the mist which seemed to coil and part with each step leaving her a semi-clear vision of about three meters all around her though the thickness of the fog ebbed and faded and sometimes her vision was pared down to just an arm reach and at other times huge gaps seemed to suddenly open up showing her several hundred meters in a narrow direction only to swirl close again in a bright milky wet cloud. The dampness of the mist was causing her tight spaghetti strap deep swoop neck white halter top to become wet and clingy and see thru. Not a good combination with a perv for her guardian angel here. The top was already more revealing than she would have been normally comfortable with but she had selected it for that purpose in amping her womanly whiles in convincing the reluctant Mikhail in letting her try out the new machine. As such the tight tank top was already almost transparent in its white t-shirt mesh dry state but now after a few minutes in this fog it was damp enough to have her black bra underneath utterly exposed. The tight top cut off at her mid-drift and left her soft thin waist exposed from her sternum down to few centimeters below her belly button. The garment was covered in the single word, ‘TITS’ in several type fonts and sizes splashed over its surface and from it her enormous décolleté spilled out of her 36 double HH cup bra; a shivering jiggling valley of her pert full round globular breasts. Despite her foam cup wonder bra’s thick substance and full coverage her large silver dollar areolas were slipping out of the top of the much strained ever juggling demi-cups and her ever hard nipples were pushing up both bra cup and her tight clingy shirt in her increasing excitement of her adventure with notable raised bumps. And this simply did not bode well considering her safety depended to a great degree upon Mikhail, a man who could not take his eyes off her body even in a church service, now being her heads up early warning radar in these strange alien lands!

Sasha cleared her throat and paused as the fog swirled in again blinding her from even another tentative step and tossed her raven black shoulder length straight hair away from where it was starting to cling about her neck in its increasingly damp state and pulled slightly at the chain and paddle lock she always wore around her neck as she now tapped a finger nail upon the small paddle lock as she murmured in thought.

Sasha was more than a beautiful face and a great pair of boobs and bubble butt ass; she was a brilliant smart witty funny young woman who was a very gifted writer and talented artist. She had written a few select novels which had sent the critics and her fans into a frenzy and her recent one woman art show of her drawings, sculptures, and paintings had done unexpectedly well selling out in a few hours upon opening. And she had just recently helped create an award winning series of bestselling RPG video games staring herself as a kick ass adventure character that fought mutant monsters in a holocaust future. The camera loved her and she was not shy when it came time to play ‘dress up’ for the talk show circuit resulting in an almost side industry of ‘celebrity down blouse and up skirt’ images of her (with few of them needing to be photo shopped fakes) saturating the net. This coupled with her love of cosplay and a smirking attitude toward sexy costumes as well as comic-con surprise appearances had resulted in a degree of fame that outweighed her paradoxical normal aloof and often staunch reclusive loner persona.

She was also well known for being utterly bold and blatant about the truth of her thoughts and feelings in her rare interviews as well as her occasional tweets and rare web page blogs. Sasha was openly bi-sexual and proud of it and was also very vocal in her appreciation and preference of men with exceptionally large penises. This had gained her an almost cult following of young women who saw her as a role model or simply admired her brazen open honesty which in turn had them also bravely declaring their wants and feelings as a sort of tsunami wave of newly born rights in the old saw freedom of speech. And yet for all of this she still managed to live ‘under the radar’ for the most part and enjoyed her simple free spirit life as she clunked about in her steel toe boots and jiggled and hip swayed her way through the dark wet streets of the city in which she almost secretively lived. She dated freely and was quick to try new men that caught her eye or seemed exciting or fun to her or had a promising bulge in their tight jeans just as she was quick to toss them away as soon as they proved boring or in the way of her mercurial temperaments and ever racing mind.

When she had heard that one of her ex-boyfriend’s, a James Leeks, had secretly created a machine that could transport a person back in time several thousands of years if not further into the mists of a bygone age. She just knew she had to locate the man and try out that machine! The problem was that her break-up with James had been a tad more volatile than most of her discarding’s and she was certain he would not allow her to try out the time machine out of spite if nothing else!

But as fate would have it Mikhail was working as a part-time janitor for James. Mikhail had never really been one of Sasha’s boyfriends, though he had desperately and still did want to marry her! No, his penis had been too small, a tiny ten and a half incher from what her expertise had guessed at, and he was simply too old for her, and his constant lust for her body had kept him too confused about his true emotional feelings of her as a person. So between her fast forward life and his reluctance and uncertainty when she had swilled enough aftershock to let him have a ‘go’ at her goodies, simply nothing had ended up happening and she had eventually turned her back on him as he fell behind and she raced on in her busy exciting exacting life.

Despite this Sasha and Mikhail and James had all known each other at one time and it was when she had been ‘seeing’ James that Mikhail had followed her around like a love sick puppy dog with his tongue hanging out and his pants throbbing and she had enjoyed his occasional companionship of sorts as one would when waiting for a bus or riding in an elevator and she had enjoyed cock-teasing him a bit though she had on a couple of occasions given him the honest chance for a ‘go’ only to have him confusedly blow it. She had shrugged and walked away from it all over time her mad life pulling her on, but now she found Mikhail and with a little bit of a wink and nudge and giggle and a lot of hefty chest jiggles she had dragged the reluctant Mikhail to James lab late at night and she had entered the machine with Mikhail at the controls and in a single whoosh! She had fallen out of the sky and found herself tens of thousands of years in the distant past!

“Uh, Mikhail am I heading in the right direction? I am not seeing this outcropping of rock or much else in this fog.” Sasha felt very naked and exposed and vulnerable in this milky swirling veil and standing upon an open marsh land thousands of years before recorded history was not doing much in face of her tired legs and the way her thigh muscles kept jumping with each step. The excitement, the thrill, the bestselling novel she was sure this adventure would instigate was now shrinking into the cold damp and heart racing frightening aspect of being cut off from everything she knew by a few millenniums.

There was only silence and she pressed at the tinny speaker bud nestled in her small ear and started to instinctively reach back to the small black battery/receiver/transmitter riding upon her jutting round hips. “Hey, Mikhail you there?” again only silence met her growing dread. The full weight of where she was started to sink in and her heart beat rapidly in her throat as she tapped at the ear piece and now slapped at the small black box that was condensing the mist into cold rivulets of icy drops that ran in sudden spine shudders down her butt crack.

“It’s… ah… about another hundred meters to your… well straight ahead of you now. I thought I saw something moving on the rocks there but I guess not.” Mikhail seemed puzzled and distracted and this did not sit well with Sasha who was starting to feel the nervous energy her body was running on start to turn her thin long limbs into a leaden lethargy.

“Ah, what do you mean you thought you saw something? Like a rabbit? Or like a saber-toothed rabbit? I mean what are we talking about here? When exactly am I? And where?” Sasha was suddenly tired but growing increasingly nervous and she suddenly needed to pee very badly. “How long have I been here now? I mean is everything alright on your end? You seem kind of preoccupied.”

“Well, lots of knobs and stuff to twiddle here.” Mikhail’s voice was oddly faint as if he was talking from across the room.

“Yeah, well I know what knobs you like to twiddle when I am around. I tell you what little man, you get me to that rock cropping safe and sound and up to its top with nothing with teeth and claws trying to snack on me for dinner and I will lose the top. Okay?”

Dead silence and then in a sort of slow building rush, “seriously?! You mean like shirt and bra and all?!”

“HA! Ah, no, I mean I will take off my tank top but the bra stays on! You help me to get through this without a scrape or a bruise and see some interesting sites and explore you know get a real feel for this place and I will reward you at each significant stage with an article of clothing being removed…  Deal?”

“Ah, you know you don’t have to do that. I mean I won’t let anything happen to you and you are encased in a force field which could keep a speeding truck from harming you-“

“Oh, so you don’t want to strip me down to my bra and panties and maybe a little more than that?” Sasha used her best pouting voice.

“Ah, okay… deal!”

“Great that should keep you on your toes. Now where are these rocks and make sure there is nothing on them when I get there. Keep ahead and above me and see what you can see in this damn fog!”

“I’m on it, captain!” She could almost hear his salute and pictured him knocking his glasses off his large aquiline nose and smiled. “You need to keep heading straight ahead about… say sixty meters and you should reach them. A large pile of rocks, jagged but if you can get up them you should get a good view of the plains for miles around well depends on the fog I guess? And… looks like you are at about… wow! The numbers won’t stop rolling? Way back, way way back. Like over four hundred thousand years and the numbers are still clicking backwards! Not sure where you are? Can’t really make heads or tails out of this I mean it is not exactly user friendly you know what I mean? Just lots of columns of numbers on all these screens no words or anything? Just well lots and lots of numbers and… yeah. But looks like you have been there now for about forty minutes and you can stay there for up to four hundred plus hours before the energy link will deplete but that number is slowly eroding away as how far back effects that and the computers are still cranking the digits on that. The power cell is at seventy percent mass and holding so yeah I guess everything is cool here. I mean I don’t really understand half this stuff!”

“You are doing fine. Now how about those boulders up ahead I see some rocks to my left. Is there anything nasty lurking about them?” Sasha was swallowing hard as her black fine bangs began to cling to her damp forehead and it wasn’t all from the fog’s dew she was sweating despite the cold chill in the air and her hands shook slightly as she brushed her palms on the thighs of her jeans and eyed the dark twisted shapes that came and went in the swirling mass of white.

“Uhhhh… boulders? I don’t remember seeing any boulders before the rock outcropping. Wait a minute! Stop!”

“I am stopped! So what is going on? What are those shapes?!” She could feel her entire chest shaking and it wasn’t the usual shaking from her full firm jugs yanking her way and that, no it was from her heart beating so fast and hard she was sure it must be audible for kilometers all around her!

“Ah, what? No I just spilled my coffee… okay so now what about boulders?”

“Ass! You frighten me like that again and I will start putting clothes back on! Get me!” She suddenly wished she had brought her black leather jacket with her instead of draping it over the back of a chair just outside of the capsule she had climbed into… over four hundred thousand years in the future.

“What are you talking about you haven’t taken anything off yet?”

“And I never will if you pull another stunt like that again! Now what are those things over to my left? Rocks or… what?” Sasha grabbed her arms and hugged herself she seemed to be getting colder and now she could distinctly see her breath? This was odd as the encompassing force field was supposed to keep her at an almost numb state. She was drenched and if it could keep her from being mauled or mangled then how was it she was getting soaked by this mist?

“Hmmm, rocks. Ah two or three large rocks nothing more. Sorry if I scared you I-“

“Are you sure this force field thing is working properly? I mean I am starting to feel cold and I mean I am soaked here? Shouldn’t it be keeping me all safe and dry?” Sasha moved cautiously to the rocks and didn’t stop until she had placed a hand upon their slick cold surface.

“Ummm, okay yeah well… whoa! Your forced field is turned off?!”

“What?! How could that happen? I thought it was all part of what kept the camera attached to me and was the umbilical to bring me back? How could the damn thing be turned off?!” Sasha was half kneeling over and had her thighs rubbing together she needed to pee now very badly as she always did when she was very worried about something.

“I-I-I- am not sure? These buttons don’t appear to be working at all now?! And it won’t accept any of my key board prompts? I am going to yank you back! Hold on! I am going to do an emergency retrieval! This may hurt a bit!”

Sasha couldn’t hold it anymore she fumbled at her belt and with almost tears of worry in her eyes she squatted down with her bare round ass next to the nearest boulder and yanked her pants down to her mid thighs. She reached between her legs and pulled her black thong panties away and a thick hot stream of urine splattered the rock behind her and ran in a steaming puddle down past her boot heels. She finished and stood up yanking her pants up sharply and refastening her belt and adjusting her battery box. She stepped away from the acidic smell and rubbed her sniffling nose on the back of her hands. She now paced back and forth between the large shoulder high rocks and waited impatiently as she placed her chain and paddle lock in her mouth between her thick pink pillow lips and rubbed it against her small white teeth.

The silence was maddening and she finally blurted out, “are you still there? Have you fixed it yet?”

“Oh there is nothing to fix the machine is working perfectly. How are you my darling?”

The voice caused her to stop dead in her tracks and she dropped the chain from her mouth. “James!”

“The one and only. So how do you like my latest invention? Still has some bugs to work out of it but then since you have so kindly volunteered we can start doing that right now?”

“Where is Mikhail? What have you done, James?!” Sasha put her hands on her hips and shouted up at the sky. She could no longer feel the pull of the camera and had no idea where it might be.

“Oh, you mean the pervert janitor well he is taking a nap right now and will wake up, if I let him, with a rather nasty bump on the back of his head. And as far as what I have done? Well I turned off that force field you had around you so you can live or die as the case may be in the full thrilling exciting adventure of your exploring this brave new world without any kind of safety nets to get in the way. That is how you like to live your life isn’t it; Sasha with no seat belts no brakes just wild and free and no boring ass wet blanket boyfriends slowing you down.”

“You always had a small penis James!” Sasha wiggled her pinkie above her head and then folded her arms under her heaving bosom, “but stranding me here four hundred thousand years in the past is little dick shit even for you!”

“Ah the eloquence of a great writer. How can I respond in face of such brilliant witty banter? Lose the clothes bitch.”

“What?! You’re insane!”

“That was the deal you had with that perverted loser wasn’t it? You strip like some common slut street whore for him and he helps you escape the ravages of this primordial past?”

“No that was most certainly NOT the deal! And I will never take off my clothes for you EVER again you sad piece of dog shit!”

“Listen bitch, lose every piece of clothing you got on you, well, except for the belt so you can keep the transmitter and we can keep chatting. And throw the entire lot on that rock behind you or I yank the plug and you remain helplessly and hopelessly trapped back in the land beyond beyond.”

“You wouldn’t dare! That would be paramount to murder! What about Mikhail? Huh! You think he would go along with this?! He will tell everyone about this and you will rot in a prison cell!”

“Well if you don’t do everything I say as soon as I say it I WILL sever the connection and leave you stranded back in time and I will then toss that loser pervert into the capsule and randomly send him back into a dinosaur banquet and then who is going to know anything? Huh? Now strip bitch! And remember you only have a few hundred hours in which to please me or the wormhole connection closes on its own regardless of what I may or may not choose to do? Understood? Good. Now I want to see those panties and bra up on that rock behind you pronto!”

Sasha stared hard down at the ground with her arms under her mighty chest and fumed in rage. Then she looked up at where she imagined the camera to be (it’s not Mikhail so it won’t be a few inches above my chest) and smiled. “Alright let’s make a deal. The chances you are going to bring me back no matter what I do are about slim to none, but you are the only ride in town and I got to take the chance that you will eventually bring me back before this whole thing collapses and leaves me here for good. Besides I owe it to Mikhail for dragging his ass into this mess to try and get back because if I don’t you will have no choice but to send him to his death in the distant past. That fat old slob couldn’t last ten minutes in the primordial past. So here’s the deal. I know no matter what I do you are going to watch me to the very last second until I either croak or the worm hole closes. So here it is; every time I ask for your help I take off a piece of clothing, and every time you ask me to do something I put a piece back on. And when we reach the eleventh hour if I am stark naked you strand me here and if I have even one piece of clothing on you bring me back. Is it a deal? I am only wearing a top, a bra, blue jeans, panties, pair of boots, and a pair of wool socks. We’ll count the boots as one and the socks as one, so that means only six items and you win. Deal? You know you want to see my run around here helpless and scared and naked while I beg you for help so why not have me doing just that? Otherwise I just walk off after smashing this head set and you can just silently follow me as I ignore your ass and then you will have killed me and Mikhail and for what? Not much entertainment in that for you I imagine.”

Sasha waited. She half expected for him to explode in rage and scream, ‘take off your clothes bitch I am not kidding!’ but there was only silence and then he spoke.

“hmmm, well I do have some things I would like to experiment on and since you just used up six hundred thousand dollars of my grant by activating the energy cell and I have no idea how I am going to get the funding for another one unless I can show some test results from this one? I will agree to your strange contract. Fine you win this round, Sasha but you will not win the match!”

Sasha smiled but her smile sort of faltered as he continued to speak. “But there won’t be any putting garments back on. I do want to see your naked ass running around being chased by god knows what! Instead I offer this; for every time you ask me for help you remove an item of clothing and then abandon it behind you. Not replacing it with another or something new but remaining thus stripped and so forth. When I ask you to do something I will reward you if you comply by either giving you information you will find very useful or by sending you additional equipment for you to use. Yes! You did not know I could do that did you? I can send you small inert items back to you. The umbilical is still tethered I only turned off the protective force field. Imagine it will be night soon. Wouldn’t some matches or a lighter be useful to you in the dark icy cold? Hmmm? Think about it and give me your answer.”

There was no point in arguing details of such an open ended contract at the start and ambiguity could easily be manipulated both ways her only bargaining chip was her intense beauty and her magnificent body and the utter disgusting muddle of lust and loathing and power gloating that James was now displaying. Still Sasha said nothing and merely looked around her waiting for James to continue talking.

“Good. I am glad we have an understanding. Now to your left is a river, hmmm about one hundred meters of a walk, cutting through the upper plain and cascading down into a waterfall that continues into a marsh land. Head to that and I will send you some equipment as agreed.”

There was nothing for it; Sasha began walking in the general direction through the blinding fog as she continued to get damper and damper from the clinging mist.

“You are very headstrong and not very good at planning. I mean you jump into a machine and whisk back several hundred thousands of years in your street clothes?! Ha-ha-ha uh, not even a firearm or medical first aid pack. I mean I have an entire adventure land survival kit in the closet here! Special suit, helmet, back pack full of supplies, scientific interments, you name it all for my own journey when-“

“Oh don’t give me that crap! You were always a namby-pamby coward! You play all your video games on the ‘easy’ level and I read your computer journal notes while waiting for Mikhail to prep the machine! I know you were planning on using Mikhail as your explorer test subject! You were always jealous of the time he spent with me and I know you blame him for our break-up you little prick weasel!” Sasha scowled up into the air as she plodded on over the uneven ground which the fog made both slick and often invisible.

“Impossible! My notes are all encrypted!”

“Lord Slayer; you use your lame ass gamer tag for everything!”

“Grrrr, you are a little too smart for your own good there sweetie. Just keep heading for that waterfall and I suggest you put a little more wiggle in your ass if you want to get to some shelter before nightfall.”

Sasha could now hear the roar of the water fall and in a few more minutes she found herself standing at the rushing river that seemed very broad but rather shallow to her as it raced across the slanted rocky plane.

“The waterfall is to your right just follow the river and you will be there in a few more minutes.” Sasha watched the almost bankless racing water pour over rocks and boulders and then made her way cautiously along its irregular edge through the mist to the almost deafening roar of the falls. She reached it and found herself tip toeing up to the lip of an impressive drop of several hundred meters where the rushing water tumbled down more a slanted incline then off an abrupt edge to a broad plane of swampy ground below.

“Alright now per our agreement. Step back a little ways from the falls and I will send you some supplies to keep you alive.” The smile was gone in James voice replaced by that offhand distracted tone he often got when he was fiddling with one of his gadgets.

There was a tingling sensation all over her body causing her nips and clit to harden and then a loud cork popping sound and in front of her on the ground was a small pile of items. She bent down and began picking them up and looking them over as James felt compelled to itemize each and every one. She hated that habit of his to state the obvious at every turn.

“One all steel hand axe with leather snap button sheaf blade protector. One striker stick, you hold the stick by the plastic handle and strike the metal shaft with your axe or knife and it creates sparks to start fires with, takes a little practice but it works. One aforementioned all steel combat knife with leather sheaf. One atmospheric device of my own creation and one sample transmitting device which you will now set up by my instructions so I can get some much needed data from this rouge mission of yours.”

“That’s it?! What about that suit you mentioned or the medical pack or…”

“Are you requesting my further help, dear? If so then please shed one of your articles of clothing as stipulated in our pact.” The smugness was back again in his nasal whining voice.

 “Will you look around you?! I am standing here hundreds of thousands of years in the fucking past! I mean look over there!” The fog above the swamp was thicker but heavier and standing on the lip of the sharp grade she could look out through relatively open air at a mighty expanse of a sea of thickening trees half submerged in the white cloying mist. “Do you see that?! I mean I always wondered why the ancients always looked up into the sky to read the omens from the flights of birds and now I know why!” Sasha pointed the hand axe with its cold naked steel handle and its leather snap on blade cover at what was a dizzying ocean of birds filling the air. Rivers of birds covered the sky between the heavy clouds and the thick mists by what must have been the tens of millions! “Look at them! One looks into chaos to see the deeper patterns and what more hypnotic pulsing patterns of chaos then a sky blanketed with millions of birds! I mean are you seeing this James!”

“Take one of the vials and gather up some of the water from the river next to you. It is moving too fast to have a good sample of microorganisms but it should give me some basic info I need and then place it in the machine.”

Sasha sighed and her shoulders fell in dejected saddens, “Mikhail may be a pervert but at least his soul has magic.” She complied with the droning nasal tones from James and took his various samples for him pausing now and then as he waited for the machine to transmit the data back to stare in awe and wonder of the glimpses the heavy mists and clouds offered her of the sprawling world around her. “Everything seems built on some gigantic scale here,” She mused.

“Interesting... do you see that sort of pinkish haze coming from that corner of the swamp? Well according to my readings that pink mist is chock full of some kind of powerful pheromones! Very odd… let’s investigate that next! Shall we!”

“Wait a second there prick-less wonder. I have spent the better part of the last three hours doing your toady work for you and your sample machines and my feet are tired and I am cold and wet and hungry and so far all you have done for me is send me a small hand axe and a knife and some kind of rusty looking metal stick. I think it is about time you cough up some quid pro quo here.”

“The services you have provided so far WERE in payment of the said artifacts I delivered to you on good faith of your compliance in-“

“Quit the bullshit or I drop your little toys into the falls,” Sasha had scooped up the two metal machines and carried them over to the roaring river and now held them at arm’s reach above the tumbling billows several hundred meters below.

“Fine. Put the machines down… gently, and I will make you a deal.”

Sasha continued holding the now getting very heavy machines in her hands and spoke, “I am listening but you had better hurry as these things are starting to get heavy.”

“Place the machines down behind you carefully and I will make the following offer; one I send you another group of items designed to help you survive in your current predicament from the survival gear I have ready in the closet or two; I let you pick an item that you choose as long as it is not clothing and I send it to you but you have to lose an article of clothing to pay for getting to choose it rather than I getting to choose it. Deal?”

Sasha put the two heavy bread loaf sized machines behind her on the wet gritty used coffee grounds looking rocky earth and snarled, “What the hell is wrong with you? I am standing here hundreds of thousands of years in the past surrounded by millions of extinct species and you want to see my fucking tits! Men!”

Sasha yanked her soaking wet top off over her head and yelled, “See?! Lookie there! See!’ She thrust out her chest in her black bra and shook her shoulders. “Look it’s my tits! Is your little fucking pecker hard now?! Fucking asshole!” she replaced her eye glasses back on her face which she had to remove to slip her tight shirt over her head and snarled into the empty fog.

“Good. Your training proceeds nicely. Now toss the top over the falls into the river below.”

Sasha could hear the gloating in his voice and snarled and shook her head as she wadded up the soaking wet tank top and tossed it far out into the void above the falls where it vanished in an instant.  ‘It is not like he can now see anything he couldn’t already see through that soaked wet top! And it was getting to be uncomfortable on her being wet through and through’ she thought to herself. But she was still cold and she shivered as she stood there in her bra watching her angry breath puff and huff before her as her hands found her hips and clamped themselves there.

“Alright as per our agreement you may now select one item of your choice to be sent to you from the survival closet, but if you select an item I don’t have then you get nothing.”

“What the fuck?! Well how the fuck am I supposed to know what you got and don’t got?! You don’t got a fucking decent sized pecker! How is that?! Huh?! How is that! I mean what the fuck is your problem anyway? Are you really going to strand my ass here to die just because I broke up with you? That is fucking crazy! What did I ever do to you anyway?”

“Well let’s see there was that time you handcuffed me and then raped my anus with a metal studded strap on and wouldn’t stop no matter how much I screamed at you to stop.”

“You should have used your ‘safety word’ instead you kept yelling, ‘don’t stop!’”

“Don’t stop WAS my safety word! You God Damn Bitch!”

“Oh, well you can see how that would be confusing you should have chosen a better word.”

“It was the word you gave me remember?!”

“I can’t believe you are still going on about that! I mean seriously? That was like three years ago! Man-up!”

“No lube, not one ounce of lube!”

“You were bleeding so much you didn’t need any lube. Besides you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, girly boy.”

“You are a twisted sick bitch! You know that?!”

“Hey, I am getting tired of all that ‘bitch’ shit! You little pinkie wiener! Besides it’s your own fault. I mean what is a girl supposed to do for fun if the guy drops his pants and he is hung like a Chihuahua? Of course I am going to shove lit candles in your ass and tie your balls up and smack them with ping pong paddles as hard as I can or yank your little dong out in a grocery store checkout line and shove it into a fresh hot loaf of bakery bread and walkout leaving you there with no money and unable to remove the bread without flashing your pathetic little pecker at the whole store or strip you of your clothes in a walmart at three am and shove you in a janitors closet and then leave with your clothes and make you streak your small dick ass home fifteen blocks. Though technically you were using that big orange safety cone the whole way home so that wouldn’t really be streaking. I mean what the fuck is the big deal? It was not like you could satisfy me sexually with that little dink of yours.”

There was a sudden tingling all over her body and laying on the ground before her were a pair of steel police handcuffs.

“Strip off all your clothes and put those handcuffs on with your arms behind your back.”

“You’re fucking stupid! I AM NOT taking off any more of my clothes for you and I am not going to handcuff myself in a land full of monsters just so you can get your jollies off! Screw you!”

“Take a look over the edge of the falls again.”

Sasha frowned up at the empty sky above her where she imagined the invisible camera hovered and then uncrossed her arms from under her huge breasts and walked cautiously to the edge of the steep grade of the falls and her eyes widened for far below she could just make out at the waterfalls edge and the swamps beginning the swarm of what must have been giant hairy wolves.

“They already have your strange scent and have been scurrying around the base of the incline looking for a way up to you. I shouldn’t guess it would take long before they will find that broken gash in the rock facing about four hundred meters to your right and then I would estimate you will only have minutes before they will be upon you. An axe and a knife you have killed far more lethal adversaries with little more than that and wearing a lot more revealing clothing in your video games. I suppose you don’t really need my help then.”

“Stripping down naked and then handcuffing my wrists behind my back sure the fuck is not going to put me in any better of a situation to defend myself now is it?!” She instinctively pulled back from the beginning of the pitch of the grade and the shuffling figures moving in and out of the mist below and crept back to where the two machines and handcuffs lay upon the wet ground. She fingered her cold steel axe head in its leather blade guard and the naked steel knife handle both tucked in her belt and scanned the surroundings around her for a tree or rocks she could climb.

“Well obviously it would depend if you think I could be of any help. I mean if you feel confident you can handle these wolves on your own then do so with my blessing. But if you think I can offer an assistance that will outweigh the handicap of being handcuffed and-“

“How! How can you offer me anything that would overcome my handcuffing myself in face of a hungry pack of primordial wolves?!” She glared up into the cloud roiling sky and the mist around her and now regretted taking her eyes off the wolves below as her mind had them creeping all around her in the thick fog.

“Well how about this? You trust me, prove you trust me by stripping out of all your clothes and then you slip those handcuffs on and I will send you a back pack full of all kinds of very useful things as well as the keys to the cuffs themselves. I mean you always left me the keys to the handcuffs whenever you left me locked up, oh say naked to the bike rack outside of an elementary school with seconds before the last bell was to ring. You have to trust me Sasha and you have to decide if I really am such a shit who would hold a grudge after all these years to the point of placing you willingly in harm’s way or if I am the ‘bigger man’ as it were and am just playing with you as you once did with me but of course don’t want you to come to any serious harm?”

“How can I be sure you aren’t going to pull some little dick shit here?”

“Well… I guess you can’t? but I make the offer anyway; you strip and toss all your clothes over that edge and into the falls and put on those cuffs and I will send you a back pack full of stuff you are going to need to survive in this prehistoric land as well as the keys to the handcuffs in it AND I will lead you to safety from the wolves. Deal?”

Sasha bit her lower plump lip and scowled at the fog swirling around her and then down at the handcuffs at her feet. “You keep sending me stuff to survive here and that makes me think you have no intention of bringing me back. So why should I not smash this ear set and just head out on my own and trust my own luck?”

“Well I don’t intend to bring you back until you have neared the limit of the worm holes integrity. And that would not be for several more days at the earliest. You and Mikhail did use up my only power cell for this little jaunt of yours and I do not have the funds for creating another one. I NEED data and proof of this projects success if I am to have any hope of gaining additional funding to continue my research or for staving off my excitable existing creditors. I DO need you to help me but yes I am enjoying humiliating you a tad as well. But once this worm hole is closed or collapses then that is it. No more until I get a new power cell and that will cost several hundreds of thousands dollars not to mention months to create it. So do you think I am going to toss away my greatest achievement and an almost certain Nobel Prize just to off an ex-girlfriend or risk my own freedom from jail in teasing you too much? And of course if I did leave you there to rot for hundreds of thousands of years I would then have to do something with Mikhail. Do you really think I would kill a man? A harmless buffoon such as this unconscious pervert here, and risk jail for it?”

“If that is true then you should be able to help me now without my stripping off my clothes or cuffing myself!”

“Hmm, did I mention that I am enjoying seeing the uptight world famous must always be in control Sasha Welles humiliate herself and debase herself before me? Watch her at MY beck and call for a change? Need I remind you of the time you made me give that lecture at the world climate summit with a Pokémon vibrator in my ass!”

“And you loved every inch of it girly boy! How about I just lose the bra?”

“No sorry. Not this time. This is the last hand and it is for all or nothing. Oh and those wolves have found the pass and are on their way up to see you and my what big ass teeth they have!”

Sasha glowered and began yanking off her clothes as she muttered and fumed. She paused only at her black thong panties (They scarcely covered up her thick mound of curly pubic hair. She usually kept her snatch smoothly shaved but Mikhail was into thick hairy patches of pubic hair and she had let hers grow thick and tangled just in case she needed to pull out an ace in the hole in convincing him to help her use James time machine!) And then slipped those off and snatching up the whole wad with her boots she walked gingerly across the cold wet smooth rocks and biting small pebbly soil and with a heave tossed all her clothing over the falls. It vanished in a heartbeat and she adjusted her sole garment, her heavy black belt where her small hand axe and knife and fire starter stick and battery transmitter pack resided and refitted her clip over ear piece back into place which had fallen loose after the physical effort of her toss and pushed her small cat eyed rimmed glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. Then she raced back to where the cuffs lay even as she heard a distant heavy huffing growl from the fog before her. She scooped up the cuffs and then retreated back to the edge of the rushing shallow banked river and slipped one cuff over her left wrist and clicked it tightly shut. She looked around her one last time and then put her hands behind her trembling naked back and clicked the other cuff closed over her other wrist. She gave them an involuntary struggling yank and then stood half bent over stock still eyes slit and peering waiting. And waiting. And waiting….

“Well, I did as you said… now where is the back pack and key? Hey you there or what?”

There was the muffled sound of thumps and sharp crashing and then distant voices coming over her ear bud receiver. Dark humped shapes now moved through the mist before her and an anxious Sasha stepped backwards into the icy cold water sinking instantly up to her ankle in splashing numbing liquid.

“You little dickshit I kept my side of the bargain where is that fucking back pack with the key!” She hissed in whisper as another gruff low growl sounded before her. She took her other foot off the bank and placed it into the biting cold water and shuffled back another step now up to her mid calves in freezing cold liquid.

Suddenly she felt the all over body tingle and she gasped at it and quickly looked around her in the rushing water for the back pack in fear it would appear and go sailing off the water falls edge. But there was nothing and she sloshed back further up to her knees in the water which now pulled heavily at her footing and she found herself bracing her stance against the steady pull.

She could now see clearly the hay stack sized black shapes smothered by the fog moving excitedly about the shore line when suddenly she heard a distant loud sharp howl it was answered loudly in an explosive echo to her right and then the shapes vanished. She could hear their dull thuds of their thick padded paws flash over the stony earth and after several seconds she cautiously waded back to the shore line her teeth chattering and her legs screaming in pins and needles of numbness. She fell twice on her rubbery legs plunging her naked body in the raw buffets of the icy waters but gasping and cringing she managed to right herself both times and made the slight raised shore line with shuddering gasps of her chest tightened locked lungs.

It took her several wheezing painful gasps to regain her regular breathing. Then she forced herself to traverse the rough uneven ground with her numb freezing feet until she was once again standing at the tipping point of the angled descent to the swamp below. She stared through the fog wiggling her nose to get her cat rimmed glasses up on her bridge and looked down at the strange spectacle below her.

There on a large outcropping of boulders which had once been obviously a part of the upper jutting level she stood upon but had collapsed long ago into its current pile creating in part the narrow less steep rocky slate pass leading downwards; was a naked man with a large camping back pack upon his back. He was surrounded by the wolves that were slashing and leaping and trying to get at him but he was scrambling this way and that and just managing to keep his naked limbs from their slavering snapping jaws.

In an instant Sasha recognized the long white haired eye glass wearing potbellied Mikhail whose naked body leapt and jumped this way and that to avoid the growling wolf pack scrambling and falling back to the swampy ground below his comically dancing body. Sasha eyed the back pack on his back and quickly stepped through her hand cuffed long arms with her thin long legs so that her cuffed hands were now in front of her instead of behind her back. ‘All those years of yoga are finally paying off!’ the tall thin hottie smirked in thought as she glanced from the scurrying endangered man below and the incline of rocks leading down to her right.

“There is the back pack just as I promised!” It was James voice exploding in her ear sounding very clear and close and out of breath. Sasha looked past Mikhail and saw a man in a business suit scampering along the fallen rock face away from the wolves and naked man jumping back and forth avoiding them. It was James!

“HA! Looks like you fell into your own trap there pinkie dick! Welcome to the B.C. world! Guess Mikhail managed to drag you into the cylinder with him when you thought you would cleverly send him and the back pack back here to die with me, eh? Prick-less!”

James was out of breath but still sounding smug, “I may have been yanked back in time here but I am not beaten by a long shot! That key you need is still in that back pack just as I promised and soon it will be in a wolf’s belly. So unless you want to follow a pack of feral beasts around the tundra and swamps waiting for it to turn up in a pile of dog shit I suggest you haul your little naked ass down there and save your pervert boyfriend!”

“He’s NOT my boyfriend and never will be! But at least he is reliable and shows me some respect! He may be obsessed with my boobs and bod but he also is attracted to me for my mind and respects my talents! Unlike you, you were always jealous of me and everything I did, small penis conniving girl boy!”

“Stick and stones bitch! At least I know a way back!” And with that James jumped off the back side of the boulders and disappeared skirting the edge of the swamp from which a pink mist seemed to issue leaving her in a wake of sudden static.

Sasha pursed her lips and yanked the ear bud from her ear and made her way quickly down the collapsed ravine of the rock pass her naked feet smarting and hurting as she gingerly hopped and picked her way until she was close enough to make out more clearly Mikhail and the beasts leaping and falling below him. The pink mist James had mentioned before was enveloped around Mikhail and he sweated and swam through it as he sought to avoid the snapping jaws of the pack but James had managed to escape through a section devoid of the pink fog and she eyed the almost glowing mist wondering if it were poisonous as her naked feet landed at its edge.

She paused half hidden behind a pile of rubble and bit her lower pillow lip. She could make out a large compound bow attached to the large camping back pack and a quiver of arrows but she doubted Mikhail was even aware of these items as he was entirely preoccupied with hustling from three small jutting ledges halfway up the side of the largest boulder from which he leapt back and forth dodging a snarling snapping wolf leaping just inches from his naked feet at each one. The leaping wolves kept him constantly on the move and from attempting any kind of climb to a higher safer position. A simple diversion could remedy that but it would be very dangerous. Should she risk it? What would be the odds that a wolf would tare open the back pack and make off with the key after all? She pondered and stared and brooded as the fat man danced breathlessly and red faced before her. Then she noticed the large Pringles can thick cock that slapped back and forth between the exhausted man’s knees! She stood up from behind her cover despite herself and her eyes shot wide as her mouth fell open! “WHAT A FUCKING HUGE ASS COCK!”

All the wolves turned instantly toward her and she muttered, “Oh poop.” As she yanked her hand axe out of her belt with her cuffed together hands and scrambled up the small rock pile she had been hiding behind as best she could. ‘A dick like that is worth saving!’ She rapidly thought to herself as she steeled herself against the wolves’ rapid plunging advance!

Even as the first wolf lunged at her it fell back biting savagely at its side an arrow buried deep there! Sasha looked over where Mikhail face clotted with dried blood from a gash across his forehead sternly fitted and nocked another arrow and let it fly with a poised air. Twang! The arrow sunk deeply home and another wolf howled and wrestled its self into a cyclone of snapping jaws and clattering claws as its hind legs pawed at the black shaft. Again and again the bow sang and the quartet of wolves sprang in startled hunched backs this way and that even biting one another in red eyed furry. Until all fell silent. Mikhail lowered the competition compound bow nocked with its last arrow and breathing heavy looked over at Sasha who lay still upon her back half way up the slanted pile of rock. He had not let a single wolf get near her.

Sasha smiled over at the exhausted naked fat middle aged man who fell back slouching against the boulder as he tried to catch his breath. She smiled and thought to herself, ‘I hope the old fool does not have a heart attack and die on me when he sees me in all my naked glory!’ and she giggled and smiled and licked her lips at the hypnotic dancing dangling donkey dick as she slid down into the rising pink mist and made her slinky hip shaking way over to the naked man who possessed the key she needed.

“This is ridiculous.” Sasha Welles the hottest sexiest woman on the planet stopped her climbing through the heavy foliage of the swampy marsh her lean thin torso and limbs sliding gracefully to her natural half bent over backwards ‘S’ cocked hip stance and pursed her lips. “This pink mist is even harder to see through than the white mist! We have been wandering for hours in this velvety soup and not one sign of James anywhere!” Sasha put one long fingered slim hand upon her perfectly round hip and adjusted the bow’s string with her other hand which ran across her chest deep into the valley of her huge firm breasts. Behind her she could hear Mikhail splashing through the mud and water and she shot him a quick backwards glace over her shoulder. The fat old man was splattered with mud and staggering under the back pack he still wore and struggling to keep up with her clean ivory naked form.

His eyes seemed glazed from his long wander following her through the swamp but as soon as he caught up to her they became instantly riveted upon her luscious body. Sasha smiled to herself and let the fat man rest a few seconds as she peered about her to get her bearings. When she had reached the man and he had climbed down to her after the wolf attack she had made him kneel so she could rummage through the back pack and find the key she needed to remove her hand cuffs then she had relived him of the bow and quiver and retrieved the arrows from the carcasses of the wolves.

She had noted quickly that the pink mist was having a powerful effect upon Mikhail. His already twitching cock which was throbbing to an impressive forearm length ankle thick erection was increasing even more in size and girth its veins and arteries bulging along its sleek powerful shaft and his eyes which would have normally been embarrassed and exasperated at his penis shameful worship of her goddess body instead seared in naked open lust.

James had said the pink mist contained some kind of powerful pheromones and she quickly saw they were being issued from some strange half plant half animal looking knots of fleshy vines and seed pods scattered around the marsh. She had explained this to Mikhail and then explaining her own need for safety had used the hand cuff dangling off his left wrist which James had evidently been in the process of securing the old man with when he had surprised James and yanked him into the transport pod of the time machine dragging him back through time with him. She had handcuffed Mikhail’s hands behind his back and then she had used her own freshly removed handcuffs to snap the cuff around his enormous still then growing throbbing shaft. A very tight painful fit and an even more tight fit around his huge nut sack’s base. SNAP! She then used some rope freshly supplied from the back pack to yank the connecting links now painful secured around his cock’s purple base and his blue swollen nuts to his wrists behind his back which she jerked and tugged until his huge shaft was pointing straight out horizontally in front of him instead of straight up vertically into the air. This she had made a noose and fastened this then around the man’s neck and tossed the remaining coils of rope back into the pack and zipped it shut up to its uncut dangling length. “It’s for the safety of my virtue you understand?” she had told the wincing Mikhail who nodded, “there is no telling what this pink mist might do to you, you see.” She had to struggle against openingly laughing at the man and had then taken the top of one of the canteens that were attached to the back packs sides and screwed the plastic fastener stopper into the small slit opening of his double fist sized cock head as he had bit his lips and wept while nodding fiercely. “For my safety you see.”

So there he was now his hands behind his back and attached painfully by a short rope running over his chafing red anus to his handcuffed swollen cock which had a large plastic stopper screwed into its head and him almost all covered with mud as he awkwardly splashed along obediently following her dainty footsteps. She smiled at the old man’s almost comic appearance her own naked body was almost devoid of any grime or filth as she picked her way carefully through the swamp from firm clump to clump. She did enjoy stopping to look back at that impressive cock of his swaying through the pink mist like the dragon prowl of some old Viking ship of yore. She moved ahead a few more steps as he rested and felt his burning eyes upon her swiveling round hips as her large round breasts yo-yoed upon her slender rib cage with each long limbed stride and little leap.

There was another one of those pink skinned fleshy pods with its octopus tentacles lying languidly upon the wet ground around it. She did not like the looks of the things which occasionally puckered their pods and issued that pink mist into the air around them like some bizarre incense burner and gave them as wide a birth as possible.  Sasha gave the plant with the almost human looking skin a steady long look then cautiously moved around the wide bowel of a tree to avoid it. Her naked body shone with the damp sheen of the heavy fog the single article of wardrobe being the large belt around her narrow thin waist where she kept her small steel axe and knife and fire starter and now quiver. Her bow was sandwiched across her back the tight string running tightly across the front of her chest to hold it into place.

She peered ahead. It looked like another stretch of waist deep brackish water with no solid footholds leapfrogging it to be readily seen. She had crossed several of these earlier by having Mikhail kneel down and then climbing up on his shoulders behind the back pack as he carried her across the open expanses of muddy water. But there was something ominous about this stretch of water thin trails of bubbles moved slowly across its thick surface and she shuddered at the thought of crossing it. She returned to the pink plant and eyed the only other viable path through the tangle of swamp tree roots that meshed in a tangle of black walls to a height well above her shoulders. They would have to go past that plant and well within its fleshy rooted reach if they did not take the open expanse of water. She bit her lower pillow lip and brooded over the two options before her liking neither of them.

As far as she could tell the pink mist had no real effect over her but then again she was always a little on the horny side but it did seem to be having a rather telling effect on Mikhail who had maintained his raging hard-on for several hours now so that it bore more a resemblance to some thick knotted purple burnished oaken shaft than a simple common pussy pleasing pecker. And she was certain it had already doubled the size of the already impressive imprisoned rod that swayed between his muddy knees. “If only I could bottle this stuff and take it back with me I would make a fortune!” She giggled to herself as she rubbed her forefinger and thumb together and sniffed at the slightly perfumed pink mists residue. Still she was somewhat leery of riding on Mikhail’s back passing so near one of those pink skinned cloud makers. There was no telling what such an intense spray of these odd pheromones might do to him? He was already obsessively fixated upon her body.  His eyes never left her ass tits or hairy pussy. At least before they had entered the swamp of pink mist he had occasionally looked her in her beautiful face and almost swooned lost in her wide eyes smirking gaze. Now he looked at her body like a starving man might look through the bars of his cell at a thanksgiving day’s banquet laid out on a table just out of reach.  His usual reluctant shyness seemed buried now in a vast flaming orgy of lust in his unblinking eyes.

And she did not like the look at all those tentacles on those plant/creatures as well. They just lay there unmoving but she certainly got the impression they were designed to grasp unwary animals rather than grow their way into the muddy soil. She had no desire even up on Mikhail’s strong back to find herself being caught in their sudden springing trap.

She glanced behind her at the hulk of semi-shadows of the old man as he now moved again after her and she smiled as his thrusting pulsing pecker parted the pink mist and swayed at her as he sloshed along in knee deep water and mud. She definitely had a notion to take that totem pole of his for a test ride and in his current state she was rather certain there wouldn’t be any of that asinine refusal or hesitation as there had been in the past. But this was neither the time nor the place. It was vital she find James and see if he indeed had some means or escaping this primordial distant past before time ran out and trapped her here for the rest of her life!

“If I don’t find James soon I may end up stuck here forever! Reduced to being some kind of busty barbarian babe! HA! Not that I don’t rock this look!” Sasha Welles smiled at herself and raised an eye brow at the approaching tree limb cock waving in full salute at her hottie supreme status. “It’s certainly not easy being one of the hottest bitches on the planet in this time or any time!” Her smile grew wider and she thrust her mighty chest into Mikhail’s approaching mud dappled face, “what do you think? Think I should call myself Busty, the barbarian babe until we get out of this place? hmmm?” She couldn’t help laughing as the thick cock just centimeters from her sternum began to nod up and down furiously as Mikhail gave out a low moan under his white hair draped red unblinking eyes. “Alright then,” she flashed her broad small white teeth smile. “Busty it is then!” She grabbed the shoulder strap of the back pack and stepping on the hard cock as if it were a stirrup she launched herself up onto his shoulders. “Alright let’s move at a run now and get past that pink plant thing as quickly as you can go!”

The old man obediently ran past the nearby pink flower and as she watched from her crouch perched upon his jostling shoulders she saw the plants pink tentacles leap up and try to fasten themselves to his muddy legs! She immediately leaped clear and landed beyond the plant which had ensnared Mikhail and then waiting until it had all its tentacles busy with him rushed back in with axe in hand and began hacking at the pods base. The plant pod seemed confused and it constricted its tendrils about Mikhail seeking to hold him fast as her axe continued to hack and cleave at the pod its self.

“You are no match for Busty the barbarian babe plant thing!” She snarled and paused in her violent axe swings only to push her glasses back up her nose when they threatened to fling off her snarling face. Even with using Mikhail as bait to keep those whipping tentacles busy the plant took a lot of punishment before it finally slackened and released the gasping crawling man. Busty quickly assisted the old man and helped pull him from the clinging fleshy vines, “are you alright? It didn’t harm you did it?” She quickly peered under his body and breathed a sigh of relief to find his large cock unscathed. “Whew! Well let’s not try that again shall we? Okay let’s press on. I am certain that James did not come this way but we have to come across his trail again soon. I am certain we are heading in the general correct direction. My womanly instincts are never wrong!”

As she let Mikhail regain his breath she studied the plant creature from a safe distance. She noted that several eye stalks grew around the pod and determined that in the future if she had to deal with another one of the plant creatures she should make every effort to sever those eye stalks first so as to blind it before attacking the core of the pod its self. With this fresh information noted she moved past the gasping fat old man still on his knees and pausing to remove the binoculars from the back pack and jerking the cock rope and cinching it a bit tighter between balls wrist and where it ran up his back under the pack to his noosed neck. “I wonder if I should make some kind of secondary rope as a sort of leash for his cock so I can walk him along like a dog?” She smiled to herself as she surveyed the swamp now open before her. The thick marsh of high rooted trees gave way to what seemed open marshy ground again just a few hundred meters from the passed plant and the still wheezing old man. Beyond this lay again open tundra which in turn seemed to rise up quickly into low forested foot hills and craggy mountains looming over all. “Much less mist and fog here,” but still she could see puffs of pink mist dotting the sky line all around her. “Those damn plants seem to be everywhere in this part of the valley plain. I will have to be careful.”

She made her way out of the last of the maze of swamp trees with their black exposed towering twisting roots and patches of icy water finding herself back into an open marsh of heavy thick short swirled grass that bleed its self of standing pools of water as it rapidly sloped upward into the gentle swells of the distant foot hills that in turn gave way to a black rim of heavy forest.

Mikhail came up to her as she lowered the binoculars and she returned them to the back pack. He had several cuts on his arms and legs from the powerful grip of the pink pod creature but his throbbing cock seemed untouched and as eager as ever. She pulled out the remainder of the rope which made an uncut circuit from the link between the hand cuff fastened now so very very tight so deeply dug into his two litter soda bottle strangled cock base and his equally almost purple-black choked tennis ball sized nut sack and then tightly rubbing raw his anus to connect to the link of the hand cuffs on his wrists pulled so tight and then up the spine to wrap around his neck keeping him bent back and his cock jutting roughly forward a look she had to admit she rather liked. Sasha Welles now took up the remaining coil of connected rope that noosed around his bulging neck and slipped the trailing free coils gingerly around that mighty cock shaft. “We are about to enter some fierce looking country ahead…. Lots of dark trees and brush…” She smiled at her work as she fastened a short noose around the shaft of the cock just behind the grapefruit sized head (‘the most sensitive area!’ she thought to herself and licked her lips.) and it’s screwed in plastic stopper and then she looked up into the lust filled red eyes and yanked the rope brutally tight. He whimpered and she smiled a coy light lilting smirk, “you ARE carrying all of our equipment and we can’t afford for you to get lost now can we?” He nodded vigorously as tears welled up in his unblinking eyes. “Good. That’s a good boy.”

She walked a few strides in front of him holding the ‘cock leash’ in her left hand and gave it a savage jerk as she walked languidly through the tall clumps of uneven grass and standing pools of icy clear water. He gave an almost comic yip and then set off in her wake. She could feel his eyes burning on her swiveling full ass and her long luscious legs and she openly smiled. The touch of his cock had been enough to get her own motor revving. Her hairy pussy was glisten with a dew of her own that was more than the beads of mist condensation all over her alabaster body as she felt her hips shaking more than necessary to work her way up the increasingly dryer plains of grassland. “Gwad handling that throbbing shaft of his has me all twaterpatted! Hee-hee! I have always wanted to lead a man around in public by a cock leash ever since I saw ‘Waiting for Godard’ when I was sixteen! Too bad there isn’t a busy street corner to parade him up and down on. Oh my? I wonder if that pink mist stuff hasn’t eh affected me a touch after all? I am feeling so damn horny right now? Gotta keep after James though! Gotta find a way back!” she thought to herself as her lips trembled in lust and her feet began to hurt from the icy rough ground upon where she tread barefoot. “Need some damn boots!”

They had reached the tree line and dark was rapidly setting about them when she had noticed her breasts were so much ‘larger’ so much ‘firmer’ so much ‘fuller’ than they had ever been before? She paused in the rapidly diminishing twilight and lifted up her breasts as best she could it was like trying to lift up a water melon sized balloon filled with warm water. She found she had to use two hands on one breast at a time as she tried to judge their size and weight. Her hands seemed comically small and sunk in dwarfed by the huge firm jutting breasts. “I have definitely gotten much bigger?! How is that possible?” She mused to herself and then remembered how the pink mist had made Mikhail’s cock almost double in size. “Of course! The mist must have been effecting me as well but it is only now out of the mist that my head has cleared enough to see it!”

She looked down at her baby bottle erect nipples and swallowed hard and then glanced from the rope in her left hand along back to where it trailed to Mikhail’s tortured cock. “Oh my! What have I done?! That pink mist! It must have done something to my mind!”

Sasha Welles quickly removed the rope from around the swollen cock shaft and then the neck and then rummaged through the back pack side pockets for the key to the handcuffs and gently removed them from the imprisoned balls and shaft. The enormous cock now free rose back up slowly like an elephant raising its trunk until it pointed straight up into the air and there it quivered and throbbed so that it brushed her nipples lightly as she stood there before the panting old man trying desperately not to stare at the cock shaft now swatting lightly at the lower crests of her firm jutting tits.

“I’m terribly sorry. Are you alright now? That pink mist seems to have done a passing number on my brain. We should have been looking for shelter, getting ready for the night, finding and fashioning some kind of garments or camp. And now it is getting dark on the edge of an inky wood and oh you’re hurt! Cuts on your arms and legs! Oh wait a minute there is a first aid kit in the back pack, here take that off and kneel down here a moment.”

Suddenly she could feel the icy numbness of her aching feet and her body shivered in the growing dark as the temperature dropped and her breath came out in visible puffs in front of her. She helped the old man slip the heavy camping back pack on its large metal frame off his back and on to the now frosty ground. “I think we are going to need some kind of fire going first before we tend to your wounds,” her teeth chattered and goose bumps covered her naked body.

Suddenly she was very tired and her whole body ached and she felt like she was freezing to death. “Whatever is in that pink mist stuff it must make you feel nothing but your own lusts and think nothing but sex thoughts… by the goddess I am freezing!” It was pitch dark now and all she could do was grab her upper body and crouch down as her whole body began to shudder uncontrollably. Mikhail seemed to be snapping out of his effects of the pink mist as well. His eyes were no longer glowing reddish and he seemed to have recovered enough of his senses to pull the stopper out of his cock head and begin rummaging through the back pack. He saw the items on her belt and pausing only to vigorously rub his hands over her arms and back for a few minutes he removed her axe and the fire starter stick and set about in the dark whacking at brush and small limbs of trees. The wood was damp and it took a long time to get the kindling started and then some agonizing slow feeding and tending of the small smoky flames before the fire was really going.

The old fortyish potbellied man then scooped up her shivering thin body and clamped her tight to him as he rubbed and hugged her trying to get some warmth into her shivering form. She could only chatter a smile at him as she felt her body slowly warming up before the fire and his administering hands and then she was asleep in his arms and knew no more.

Sasha Welles woke to the screaming crashing sound of thousands of birds covering the tree limbs about her in the thin morning sun light. It took her several seconds to remember where she was and to realize that odd sensation of warmth between her thighs was Mikhail’s huge penis semi-hard as slept holding her from behind. The cock was still its pink mist double growth size despite the other effects of the strange intoxicating mist having dissipated. Sasha raised herself up on one elbow and adjusted her glasses upon her small nose and checked out her own rack in the early morning light. Her boobs were still of their increased size and stature as well and here in the light of dawn she could see they were much larger than she had guessed them to be last night. Each being almost twice the size of her head?! “None of my bras are ever going to fit again!” She laughed and then gently raised her clamped thigh from the throbbing cock jutting between her silken thighs. “Early morning hard-on,” she smiled as she carefully watched the penis grow until its shaft was pressing its lava hot warmth firmly against her labia and past her clit until the head was well past her belly button and now in its throbs gently but firmly slapping against her belly and sternum. She smiled at the first decent sized pecker she had seen in months and reached down and began to lightly finger it as she began to playfully tug and twist her erect nipples with her other hand. “You got quite a cock there fat old Mikhail.” She purred and slowly ground her hips so her moist wet clit slid up and down along the throbbing shaft as she brushed her nipples against the hot purple grapefruit sized cock head. “Such a nice powerful cock… ahhhh… so strong and muscled and so… vieny.” His and her pre-cum was lubing the pulsing shaft now it felt so velvety so warm and soft like kitten skin stretched over an iron pipe. She played and ground her pussy on his cock shaft until she had a nice little orgasm which she desperately needed badly but she was careful not to insert his pecker into her (she would need a damn shoe horn for that!) she wanted him awake for that and besides there was no time.

Sasha Welles smiled to herself after her early morning pick-me-up orgasm and removed herself from the sleeping man’s entangling arms. She was starved and she dug through the back pack un-housing some power bars and munched on those as she stoked the fire and tossed on some more small kindling bits of twigs. It had been a smoky fire all night long and the smell of smoke was in her hair and almost masking the fat man’s need for a bath.

She found her axe and metal fire stick and returned them to her belt alongside her knife and placed her bow and quiver once again on her naked body. Her feet still hurt and she desperately wanted her boots back. She exited out from the ear ringing cawing of the bird canopied forest edge back onto the rolling grass plane. She raised a hand over her eyes and squinted into the distance. Then she returned to the back pack and removed the binoculars and walked back out of the forest rim to scan the plains sloping bellow. “Well if I am not mistaken that is the very rocks we fought the wolves at yesterday… on the other side of that river… and yes those are the falls right there… we must have been wandering around in that pink mist swamp in circles for several hours!” She lowered the binoculars and slung them over her neck where her huge boobs made them ride up on top of their jutting promontory points. She set out toward the river which must have only been a kilometer away. The pink fog of the swamp was to her right as she descended the grassy slope and she would avoid heading back into that. She wanted to see if she could find her clothing and boots in the river at the bottom of the falls directly in front of her. She would be back in an hour or two and by then Mikhail would just be getting up. “Let him sleep. After what I put him through yesterday his body is going to need the extra rest to heal up.”

The only other item she brought with her from the large red back pack was a small paper wrapped bar of soap. The river water would be icy could but she could use a good wash. She walked down the still frost covered sloping meadow of sharp spiky grass until it gave way to rocky icy puddles of still water and marshy uneven ground. The little meadow flowers were thinning out and she could now hear the rush of the river water of the falls on her right. There was no white fog and the sun burned brightly down warming her naked skin as she walked through the now tall grass and around the increasingly larger and larger rocks and rough patches of sharp pebbles.

At the river side she paused and then began what she realized was a hopeless task of looking around her for her clothing, after some time at this fruitless chore she slipped out of her weapons binoculars and belt and entered carefully into the icy cold clear water of the river and tore off the paper covering of the slim bar of soap and began to wash herself. She kept her glasses on and removed them only when she washed her shoulder length black hair. She soaped and rinsed her body and hair several times in the icy bath of the river and it was in this brisk chilly endeavor that she miraculously saw her boots half submerged in a stand of reeds! Several frantic minutes of searching revealed nothing else of her clothing but she was thankful for the boots as her feet were sore and swollen from the long treks in the icy boggy marsh.

She poured out the boots on the shore line and made a second wonderful discovery. Her thick wool socks were still pushed up into the toes inside the boots! She plucked those out and then set the boots upside down on some axe prepared stakes to drip dry and her socks and herself she lay upon a large sun warming rock to do the same. She lay upon the large flat ribbed rock and enjoyed the beat of the sun upon her soap fresh feeling body. Before she knew it she was fast asleep.

When she woke it was nearing mid-day and it took her several seconds to realize where she was; the scent of wild flowers permeated the air along with the drone of honey bees and the coughing of a large brown bear that was several hundred meters down the river from the falls splashing playfully about in the icy river water. The bear was enough to send her hurriedly gathering up her things and putting them rapidly back on her warm body as she half ducked half ran through the tall grass away from the river and back up the rolling meadow toward the distant tree line.

Thankfully though the bear caught her scent and stood upon its back legs and looked at her as she was half way to the trees it went back to its playful splashing and took no further notice of her. She reached the tree line in good time and was very happy to have her steel toe boots back on her feet as she crunched over pebbles and rocks and kicked through patches of saw grass now with sure rapid footsteps instead of her pervious tentative tread of her barefoot earlier descent down to the river bank.

However when she reached the tree line it took her several minutes to find the smoldering ruins of their hastily made camp fire from the night before. There was no sign of Mikhail and no sign of her precious back pack! She cursed not waking him or at least taking the pack with her on her journey to the river bank and began to search the littered ground around the tree trunks and their clamorous chorus of birds for signs of his departure and the direction he had gone in. The underbrush was thick and green and more so as the forest went deeper into the thicket of trees where the floor became littered in several feet of matted leaves in various states of desiccation. The combination of green underbrush and snowdrifts of leaves made following his trail relatively easy and she wondered at why he had chosen to plunge headlong into the very depth of the woods?

She spent the better part of the day following his bulldozer tracks and fretting about the loss of time this would mean in tracking James down but she needed that back pack if she was to survive another night in this place. It was packed full of energy bars and pills to make water safe to drink and lots of other stuff which she had not even got to really take out and give a once over.

She found it odd that she could not overtake him and was puzzled by how exacting his path seemed to be. He moved as if with a fixed purpose of direction and she wondered if there had been a compass in the back pack? Suddenly the forest broke upon a rim of rock and she found herself looking out over a grassy plain of much taller grass than the previous meadow had been. There in the distance she was astonished to see the stone walls of what must have been a city?! She raised up her binoculars off her heaving firm chest and scanned the distant form. There could be no doubt it was a walled city hewn out of rough cyclopean blocks of black mortar-less rock. Perhaps a kilometer away from her at the most set like a black dome in the center of the grassy green expanse of the plain. “It must be built on a hill or rise.” She found the piles of hewn rock fascinating and a bit unnerving. Surly she was hundreds of thousands of years in the past beyond such structures? Men should be little more than apes at this juncture of time.

Just then she caught a movement out of the corner of the lenses of the binoculars and over shot it losing several seconds as she panned and zoomed to find it again. It was Mikhail far out in the grassy plain peeking out and then being swallowed by the tall grass which in places must have been well over ten meters in height. She wondered at his rapid movement in the direction of the distant black structure and why he had made no effort to search for her tracks which were obvious in leading away from the camp and out into the meadow and by no means had hinted at wading into the briars and brush of the forest its self. When suddenly she saw several smaller figures moving before and behind Mikhail and realized he had been taken prisoner!

It was impossible to see his captors clearly in the fleeting brief flashes here and there in the clumps of less tall grass but she distinctly made out the raven black haired tops of what must have primitive men who stood no higher than Mikhail’s shoulders. A few more flashes and then the small group disappeared entirely into even higher grass and vanished completely from view. She could not even tell the difference between their passing and the wind that swirled the tall grass this way and that. But she was certain they were making for the black stone walled structure in the center of the plain and she dropped her binoculars and made her way rapidly down the rocky buttress to the grassy savannah bellow.

It was late afternoon by the time she reached the shadow of the high black stone walls and the journey had not been an entirely pleasant one. Several times she had heard the growl of a predator and the stealthy pad of a hunter breasting the tall grass. Often she had come across small patches of matted down grass and the pug mark of great cats and had swallowed hard as she clutched her little steel axe to her breast and hurried on as rapidly as she dared though the sea of swaying green.

The grass rose right up to the wall which was set up on the gentle swell of a hill which she had guessed at seeing the higher short stone structures within that loomed above the top of the high walls. She made no effort to find the gate but instead made for what she considered a quiet point along the wall and then taking hold of the rough slabs of stone and their ill fitted joining used the large deep cracks and fissures between each large massive block to climb her way up to the top of the wall. It was an easy enough climb and she soon found herself up on top of the crest of the wall. The wall it’s self was thick consisting of a layer of large boulder slabs with a rubble filled core and then another layer of large rock slabs on the interior of the wall. The outer wall was several dozens of meters off the grassy plain bellow but it had evidently been built back into a lone large hillock which had been cut back to allow the walls construction. As such the wall leaned back as it rose in height and its interior height was in places no more than a six or seven meters depending on the hill it leaned back slightly against. She crouched on the wide top of the uncapped wall and surveyed the cluster of stone buildings that had been built in an almost haphazard fashion about the hill inside the wall. Most of the buildings were fashioned of the same black rock as the wall but others were made of smaller fist sized irregular rocks that one could find strewing the plain and river beyond. From her vantage point she could make out the snaking river slinking along the grassy plain no doubt the same one which ran from the upper marsh over the falls alongside the swamp making an ox bow at the forests edge and then continuing here in the grassy plains. She followed the river with her binoculars and saw it emptied out into an enormous blue lake rimmed in the distance by mountains. She dropped the binoculars to her chest and looked again down into the surprisingly deserted cluster of stone squat buildings and smaller pebble walled huts. There were no Stone Age men anywhere! No smoky tendrils of cooking fires, no piles of trash, no domesticated dogs or pigs or chickens. No hides being stretched and tanned, no piles of fire wood, no signs of pots or wells or containers for water. Nothing to show the place was occupied or had been occupied at all?!

Sasha Welles dropped lightly down and pulled her hand axe from her belt. The place was empty. Small black yawing mouth stone hut after hut proved to be empty and devoid of any sign of ever having been occupied. Many of the larger stone structures must have been used for storage of grain or animals or as places of gathering or worship and yet there was only bare stone. In many places the stone walls were in disrepair and collapsing. The grass of the hill had grown up thick and rank with weeds through the cracks in the stone floors of the huts. No wood anywhere not for supports or joints or door sills only stone no wicker baskets no clay pots no signs of fires. The place looked like it had been built rapidly of stone and then abandoned having never been used?

There were no worn paths between the various structures no sign of them even being visited no graves nothing. Sasha moved through the entire small walled stone village from her dropping point up to the very top of the hill which was strangely devoid of any structures at all? The wind blew the grass here as well as her hair and she re-belted her axe which had grown heavy in her hand and put her hands on her hips as she looked out over the tumult tossed grass plain bellow her. “So where is Mikhail? And that back pack and where is James? Surely if he had indeed been heading in this direction he couldn’t have missed this spectacle from anywhere in the valley.”

She climbed down from the hill and clambered up one of the taller stone structures for an even better view and noted that not a single building had any kind of covering over window or portal and then with astonishment she noted that the wall which encircled the small village was unbroken?! There was no gate! No entrance of any kind! No passage through the black stone wall. Sasha shook her head and tapped a forefinger on her jutting hip. “Something is very wrong here. Stone buildings and walls start showing up around ten thousand B.C. perhaps a few thousand years earlier but Mikhail and James had hinted I was back several hundred thousands of years in the past. Mankind should be little more than monkeys squabbling amongst the trees throwing nuts and twigs at lions, tigers, and bears. OH MY!” Sasha had nearly stumbled over the scattered skeleton of a man. She looked around her there were a few more bones and after frowning over them she decided there must be the partial remains of no less than six humans scattered about the roof their dull gray whitish bones somehow mixing in with the rough pitted surface of the slate slab gray black rock. She then made a rather gruesome discovery. There were identical piles of human remains upon the roofs of many of the squat low buildings.

“It must be a grave yard! They place their dead here on the roofs of these buildings and then let their spirits wander around the small village trapped hopefully behind these walls. Wow rather elaborate! I wonder what the actual city for the living must look like? It surely must be around here somewhere nearby. You wouldn’t want to go lugging a dead body half way across the moors. I wonder how they get the bodies into the crypt then? Drag them up the walls outside and then lug them up onto the roofs of these buildings? Seems like an awful lot of hard work to me.”

Sasha shielded her eyes and looked over the nearby forest where clouds of birds undulated back and forth in great rivers across the sky. “Where are the crows, the vultures? There are no bird droppings. You would think this place would be swarming with carrion eaters. Strange.”

Once she had decided what the stone wall encircled hill was used for and that Mikhail’s captors were not bringing him there she decided it was time to leave the eerie place and try and pick back up his trail. However getting out proved far from easy. While the inside of the circling wall was a much shorter climb it leaned in above her and all the rough cracks and joints of the large stone blocks had been filled with small pebbles and these in turn shoved and jammed with such force as to make the prying of them out with her hand axe or knife virtually impossible.

Sasha Welles had her first visit from the breast fairy as her parents called it around the time she turned twelve, but it wasn’t until she turned sixteen that the breast fairy began to make regular protracted overnight visits and the young tall lanky girl found herself suddenly with a firm full bosom which could pop the seams on a double DD bra with a simple sneeze. Sasha blamed the sex for her somewhat embarrassing over built body. She looked like a stick with beach balls glued to her chest and butt and her tall lanky build that had her a head and half above the rest of the girls and boys in her class made it easy for her to pass for a girl years older than herself which became increasingly necessary as she soon realized her peers could not match her sexual appetite.

With the first visit of the boob fairy Sasha had found the delight of masturbation and the wonders of straddling all things that vibrate from the plastic coin operated pony in front of the drug store down the street to her older sisters electric tooth brush. It was soon after that Sasha discovered the wonders of what another girl’s mouth could do to her body along with her sticky probing questing fingers and a few months after that what an older boy could do! And it had to be an older boy because the boys her age tended to pee in her mouth instead of ejaculating sperm.

By the time Sasha got her double DD cup boobs she had dozens of sexual partners but none of them seemed to truly enjoy sex as much as she did and none of them seemed to spend hours thinking about it and coming up with new things to try and do as she did and none of them seemed to come equipped with the size of package she needed to reach the highest most exulting orgasms. Yes Sasha was a size queen in the extreme and quiet shameless and in fact proud of the fact. But once her boobs and butt really kicked in with their full round firm jigglness Sasha found herself no longer worrying about any of that because now older men and women began to stare at her with smoldering glazed eyes and she soon learned how to ensnare them and how to get each and every one of them pleasuring her in no time whatsoever!

Soon Sasha had hundreds of lovers and admires and by the time she entered her senior year of high school she had found a steady income on the internet dressing up in various costumes and banging herself with a large dildo in front of her computer as a camgirl. She loved being a camgirl. She set her own hours. She got to deal with that overwhelming lust bubbling inside of her while getting paid for it. She got to dress up in amazing costumes that she made herself. And she made more in a night than most of her friends made in a month flipping burgers or standing in a line at some register.

It was as a camgirl and in the bars with her fake ID that Sasha learned the art of the pseudo identity and the thrills one could have with it! With nothing but a fake name before her she found she could suddenly be much braver much more daring much more reckless than she could as Sasha Welles!  It was a lesson she took with her into new budding writing and drawing skills which had begun to compete for her personal time over the sexual explorations and conquests. A year after she graduated high school Sasha found herself a successful published author and her internet ‘job’ falling away behind her into the shadows of shrugged off memory.

‘Busty’ had been one of her many personas during her internet camgirl career and so there she was now years latter hundreds of thousands of years in the Earth’s past climbing up on the low stone slab roof bone cluttered gapping maw structures and running as fast as she could and flinging herself at the lip of the wall and smashing just inches short and falling hard to the grass earth to do it over and over again all the while talking to herself, “Come on Busty you can do this!” Just as she had so many other times in the past in front of her little computer round ball camera just as she was putting her ankles behind her head and reaching for a cucumber the size of a two litter bottle of soda and her heart was in her throat as through the red mist of lust drowning her head she suddenly realized fourteen thousand men were watching her live and she had a spasm of nervousness and doubt.

She was having similar spasms of nervousness and doubt now as she clambered breathlessly back up again on the roof of the closest dwelling to the lowest point of the wall and paused to catch her breath before stealing herself for another short burst of a run and leap at the tantalizingly near lip of the overhanging stone wall. It was half hunched over gasping for air and addressing herself as ‘Busty the barbarian babe’ stoking her courage and strength that she noticed the small necklace amongst the crushed clattered bones at her booted feet.

Busty would have expected to see a necklace of crude rocks or colored pebbles or sea shells or the small skulls of birds strung together on a rough strand of hemp or corded leather but this was a delicate necklace of silver looking metal with odd swirling etchings and looked like something she would find in a mall shop next to the higher end wedding rings. She stooped and scooped it up and fingered it puzzled by its obvious skilled craftsmanship and a degree of metallurgy that was centuries in the offing!

She fit the necklace around her neck and snapped the fragile looking clasp and then worked it in beside her chain and paddle lock necklace she had worn for the past decade and never took off, it had no key! And then addressing herself as “Busty the barbarian babe” and talking some smack about Mikhail’s helplessness and James needing a her boot in his smug ass face, she raced and launched herself again at the slightly inclined lip of the wall. This time as she crashed into its unforgiving surface she caught hold of a rough protrusion of stone with her fingertips and as she swung out from the shuddering impact managed to hold on and reach up to secure a hold on the lip of the top of the wall its self! It was several straining seconds and some rough scrapping of her ‘girls’ but Busty finally managed to pull herself up and onto the top of the wall.

Busty found herself now perched on the circular wall ringing the hill of empty stone structures opposite of where she had climbed up its slope earlier and she found the view slightly different in the vista that opened up to her heavy breathing exhausted self to be one of the same tall grass plain but with the addition of a distant series of white stone buildings of very crude structure spotted once again up on a short hill rise but this time without a surrounding stone wall.

There were only a half dozen of the small squat white stone buildings scattered irregularly upon the otherwise barren hillside and she could see no sign of life, no movement, no smoke from cooking fires, again nothing to hint at any occupation of habitation. Busty raised the binoculars to her blue-gray eyes and frowned at the barren open hill. Then her keen eyes widened behind her cat framed glasses as she saw Mikhail and a party of some four short stocky ochre skinned men step out of the brush of tall grass and proceed up the hill and into one of the white stone buildings!

Busty made a mental note of the direction and distance and half scurried half slid down the sloping stone wall into the grass plain beyond.

It was not a long journey to the hill but a somewhat nerve wracking one as the tall grass swayed in places several meters above her head and blocked out all sight of the hill or her surroundings save the immediate green stalks. Now and again the cough or growl of a predator mingled with the serpentine rustle of the grass and Busty had made the teeth gritting passage with both axe and knife drawn and her long lean legs stiff from a constant readiness to spring.

It was with a mix of deep relief and raw apprehension that Busty breasted the last waving wall of tall grass and found herself suddenly upon the foot of the rapidly slopping rocky mossy hillock. She paused there in a semi-crouch before moving forward again to the white stone structures.

She had a good idea which structure the party had entered. It was the highest one up on the hill and the largest by far but she paused at each open mouth windowless structure as she passed by and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark interior to assure herself they were each indeed empty lest some skulking creature slip up unseen behind her. As such this with her time spent in the city of the dead and her travel through the sea of grass had the sun well past mid-day and she shivered at the thoughts of night stealing soon upon her in this strange haunt.

She paused again outside the larger structure of the small white squat buildings crudely fashioned of slabs of rock until her sharp wide eyes saw the maw of the single room dwelling contained nothing but a crude staircase leading down. She ventured cautiously inside, bowing her tall thin frame through the short door, and made her way with a cat-like tread down the uneven erratic steps. It was pitch darkness and her booted feet made scuffling sounds as the steel toes struck dirt and stone despite her light steps. She wondered idly if the short yellow-brown skinned men with the dark black shaggy hair could see in the dark when the stair case stopped abruptly and leveled off into a short hallway that terminated in large circular room. This room was well lit by several small slits having been dug through the walls and ceiling exposing the sunlight outside. Busty could see the light spilling down the short hallway once she had stepped far enough down the stair case and had taken heart at the idea she would not be fighting the short long armed men in the dark. With a great deal of talking to herself to steel her nerves for the coming battle she was certain would come, the shoulder length raven haired naked woman inched up to the open portal and strode into the room.

She was somewhat surprised to find no four foot naked hairy ape men suddenly swarming her and instead seeing three naked men bound and thrust up against the stone and dirt walls of the subterranean room! She recognized the mud caked and now gagged Mikhail at the instant but next to him was another man white skinned, thinner, but much older who was not gagged and who addressed her immediately upon her entering the room.

“Oh my! I am so very glad to see, er, you there my dear. Please hurry and untie us before our captors return. They only just left a short time ago and will no doubt return before nightfall.” The old man was speaking English and she noticed his clothing though reduced to rags and tatters was unmistakably that of a gentleman from her own time.

“Busty entered the room slowly and made no move to untie anyone as she looked cautiously about, “who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Oh yes forgive my manners. I am professor Vandersnatch. And I believe you are er Busty the barbarian babe if I understood my new roommate here before they gagged him. Gave him a good trashing too for talking to me. But he should come round any second now I have heard him stirring and mumbling. Oh and I am here because a fellow named James came to me about my work on time-space strings and convinced me to work with him on developing a time machine! Soon as the thing was up and working he chucked me into it and I ended up here. Been here for a few months now and as you two were sent back here by him I am guessing he still has not worked out the controls at all and they are still set as I had them.”

“You are the one who built the time machine capsule?! HA! I knew James did not have the smarts to build that thing!” Busty smirked and stepped over to Mikhail who was waking up under his bleeding forehead and who as soon as his eyes landed upon her they widened and he yelped under his gag. She left the gag and bonds for now and noted that his pecker was already twitching and swelling at the sight of her and she inwardly smiled that the pink mists growth effects seemed appreciatingly permanent as her own ripe full jugs equally implied. “So who is this other guy?” She stood up from Mikhail and his worshiping boner and strode over and kicked at the ankle of a man bound and lying on his face.

“Oh that,” the old man seemed a bit concerned that the naked woman with the weapons in her hands was not untying him. “That is one of the space men. They arrived here oh about a hundred years ago or so I gather. They are some kind of colonist. They scavenged their ship for their first settlement and then used their advanced technology to alter the genetic structure of some of the primates to make some workers. Those being in turn, the ones that tied us up; ugly rancid yellow brutes with about as much brains as a small dog and none of the loyalty. Still everything was fine I imagine until the second group of alien visitors arrived. Those would be the dark ones. They live up on the mountain tops and they are the ones who built these stone carols all over the plains. They have huge wings and skin as think as steel and a knot of tentacles for a body. They eat the brains of higher life forms, primates, and have used the little yellow labors as simpering superstitious toddies which is why they captured us and bound us here. I imagine they are now off to the foot of the mountains to tell their new masters that we are here and ready for the pot. That is if the dark ones simply don’t snatch them up and eat them. When the dark ones first arrived there where settlements all over the plains and thousands of the yellow skinned monkey men, they breed like rabbits, but the dark ones built these stone walled pens and went swooping around gathering up the monkey men and tossing them in there along with a few fruits and vegetables a sort of larder so they wouldn’t have to hunt down something to gnash when they got feeling a little peckish. Now there are only a few dozen of the monkey men and only one settlement of the white aliens left. Say you have one of the white alien necklaces! You can talk to him with that on! They use them to talk telepathically to one another and to command the little yellow monkey boys and to command some of the animal life around here. I lost mine in the scuffle. Try talking to him now; he was unconscious when I was brought in here. He might know more about what is happening back in the last settlement as they never leave their homes now that the black ones are about!”

Busty eyed the old man carefully and fingered her new necklace and then knelt and prodded the white skinned alien. He woke slowly and she turned him over so he was now in a sitting position. He looked entirely humane to her, for the most part. He was very tall almost a meter taller than her and she stood six one in her bare feet. He had very pale skin and long thin limbs with an almost effeminate air about his features of his face. His eyes were very large and his hair was white. He looked exactly like an elf! She looked into his eyes and said, “Hello.”

Instantly the necklace around her neck glowed and she heard him greet her back without him speaking at all. She tried her own hand at telepathy and soon both their necklaces were shimmering rapidly back and forth in a tripping conversation. The aliens thought in large gushes of images and it took her several attempts to sort out what the connotations of each image meant. By and large she deciphered the basic following information: the long thin man in front of her was the rightful ruler of his surviving people but he had been usurped by another who had received help from James! James in turn had betrayed the entire remaining white alien’s and their new leader by tricking them into a trap and handing them over to the dark ones! The dark ones thought the white aliens particularly delicious. James furthered his dealings with the dark ones by showing them his time travel band and making a deal by which James would return back to his own time and send women back to the dark ones to breed with. He would then transport the impregnated women back into his time where they would give birth to the dark ones in a world full of delicious big developed brains! The white alien before her had just escaped from a feeding carol only to be captured by a roving band of the yellow monkey men who threw him into this place. Having someone in your mind can be a very intimate sensual experience and as her hand wandered in light brushing touches Busty was amazed to find that the white alien had a very impressive appendage between his muscular legs and before she knew it Busty was inserting the erect long thick shaft up inside her and pounding it like mad! After half an hour of intense bouncing up and down on the ivory shaft while the three humanoid men exchanged glances and shrugs and eye rows Busty managed to sate her momentary needs and return to more pressing matters at hand.

Busty spun around to talk to the professor who had been waiting with sighs and tongue clicks during her mute, er, conversation with the white alien. “James is intending to return back to our time and then send women back to the dark ones to breed with and then return those women back to his time!”

“Hmmm, well you see you can send someone back in time and then forward back to the time they came from originally but you cannot take anyone from the past and send them into the future. They turn to dust. So sending the women back in time to be made with child and then bringing them back to give birth to their fiendish hideous offspring would work in bringing the dark ones into modern time. Should be the end of the humane race I would think.” The old man pursed his lips and frowned.

“But why would he do such a thing?” Busty scowled at the old man.

“Oh the usual I suppose; power over the Earth even if it is an Earth reduced to an alien larder, a wealth of knowledge from the dark ones themselves, that sort of thing. The dark ones are an ancient race and they have seen much in their explorations of space. I am sure they have something James wants even if it is only that they not eat his brain in the immediate moment.” The old man squirmed in his bonds as he spoke.

“That’s terrible! I can’t believe even Jimmy would stoop to such a low thing!” Busty’s breast jiggled in indignant rage.

“Well, if you untie me I might be able to stop him,” the old man turned himself half onto his side to show his rough hemp bindings behind his back twisted savagely over his arms and running down to his legs and ankles.

“How?” Busty was ever untrusting of men. Especially ones who might be a tad smarter than herself.

“Well,” the exasperated old man sighed, “over there on the floor is a sack full of items I picked up in my wanderings. Wrapped up in a piece of animal hide is a time band. I had already begun to mistrust James by the time he got around to pushing me into the time capsule and when he called me over to check out one of the capsules internal circuits during a test run with a lab rat I took the liberty of snapping on a time band onto my wrist that was calibrated to bring me back. Unfortunately James stripped me of the enveloping womb field as soon as I materialized blocking me from using the time band to leap back home. But now that I know he is here I can piggy back on his signal and return all of us back to our own time!”

“All of us?” Busty looked down at the huge white cock she was still slowly grinding her hips up and down and forward and backwards on and cleared her throat, “look I have a better idea. You and Mikhail go back to the future and try and stop James there while I stay here and uh try and stop the dark ones! I mean it won’t do much good if you go back through time to stop Jimmy and the dark ones eat up all our ancestors, eh?”

“Alright then, untie us and we will go back to the present and see if we can’t stop that little shit before he undoes us all. Eckhem, you will have to untie us first,” the old man looked back over his shoulders at the now rapidly bouncing up and down Busty who was flushed faced and moaning loudly. “Ah we should hurry they could come back with the dark ones in tow at any moment now.”

“Yes, yes, just a minute,” Busty slapped at the tied up hands both the old man and frowning Mikhail were wiggling at her as she continued to quicken her pace. “I know what I am doing! I am a trained professional-oh-oh-oh!”

Several hours later with the dark of early evening setting in through the slits in the earthen walls Busty stood looking refreshed and radiant as she teased her hair about her glowing face and stepped over the moaning exhausted white alien. “Alright so you two hurry back to future and set a trap for James and I will stay here and see what can be done about these dark ones.” The room was now lit by several wax candles taken out of the professor’s sack. Busty pulled the back pack to her as she watched the old man place the time band upon his wrist.

“I will do what I can to see about getting you back to our own time once we have James well in hand,” the old man nodded at her as he suddenly grappled a surprised naked Mikhail tightly to his chest.

Busty muttered an impatient, “yes, yes,” and fluttered her fingers in a wave and then kissed her finger tips and tapped them lightly on Mikhail’s large erect cock head.  “Bye! I will send back reports on my ear mic!”

And in a rushing blur the two men were gone.

Busty looked back over her shoulder at the still semi-unconscious white alien and smirked, “now before we rescue your people and stop those dark ones, there is this little pink foggy marsh I want to take you to. If that pink mist can turn Mikhail’s little ten inch cock into something your size then I can’t wait to see what yours will turn into after a few hours in that place! Come on! Busty the barbarian babe never asks twice! Ha-ha-ha!” and she grabbed the whimpering white alien by his limp cock and started dragging him out of the room.

 

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THE COLOSSAL FOSSIL  

Velma broke off her explanation and turned to look over at the small group of police officers who were staring intently and obliviously of anything else at Daphne’s up turned ass. Her short purple pleated flared micro-mini-skirt was open as a rose in June and the young red head’s full round nearly naked perfect bubble butt bottom was on full moon white cheeky display with her purple string thong leaving little to the imagination as it dug deeply in her red crested honey dewed thick labia lips.

Velma rolled her eyes behind her large thick glasses and hummed angrily and waited impatiently for Daphne to straighten back up from fixing the strap on her shoe and the attention of the police officers to be freed from her hypnotic swaying ass. “As I was saying this last case did not prove hard at all. We have just recently refitted the Mystery Machine with the latest in crime busting equipment.” Velma reached for the chrome handles of the back doors to the green van and gave them a firm yank as they tended to stick and she was determined not to let herself be embarrassed even in the slightest degree in front of the local police this time! The doors wrenched open and out tumbled a few odds and ends of electrical equipment and rolls of duct tape and coils of rope and several large dildos.

Velma’s face went crimson as the large dildos fell out around her feet along with several hand cuffs and ball gags and a cat-o-nine-tails whip. Velma made several noises from the back of her throat that sounded like rubber geese being used as pogo sticks by bunny rabbits on amphetamines before snapping out of her ridged embarrassed state and franticly snagging up the still bouncing and rolling S&M equipment and large dildos and vibrators that spilled about her ankles.

 “You see we knew that the whole case of the large fossil dinosaur coming to life was a fake,” Velma’s muffled voice came waifing up as she hurriedly tried to gather up the spilled dildos as the police men in turn now stared at Velma’s short skirt up turned ass with even wider eyes as Velma did not believe in wearing underwear!

Her hairy wet snatch winked at the police officers as she wiggled her full round hips at each man in turn before straightening back up and tossing the offending dildos into the back of the van and slamming the doors shut.

Velma spun around pressing her back and arms wide against the van doors as she regained her composure and adjusted her eye glasses. She was entirely unaware that in clutching the pile of dildos to her chest one lone large vibrator had slipped into the cleavage of her orange sweater top and now poked out its large penis head from the large deep valley of her décolletage. “You see when we viewed the security tape of the museum we saw clearly the men firing their hand guns at the creature as it moved about the display room floor and attacked them. But when I closely examined the once again ridged fossilized bones I found neither bullet holes nor any in the walls of the museum. Daphne proved her inimical worth by slipping on the freshly waxed museum floor and finding a piece of lint latter stuck to her ass. This was cordite lint the type commonly used in the creation of blanks! Once I knew the security guards of the museum where firing blank rounds I realized they might be in on the hoax. Further closer study of the security tape showed that the dinosaur bones were simply elaborate computer generated imagery and thus I knew that the security guards had been fully in on the whole thing!” Velma nodded her head vigorously and smiled proudly at her genius. The head nod caused her huge tits to wobble and the vibrator suddenly turned on and began quivering between her mighty jugs even as it slipped down further and disappeared into her soft firm folds.

Velma frowned at the sound of the vibrators low hum and looked down at her chest and then back again around her confused as the Chief of Police spoke. “Well that certainly explains why you started to suspect the three security guards of lying about the fossilized dinosaur coming to life based on the old superstitious curse, but I still don’t get how you knew that it was professor Brand who had masterminded the whole shebang?”

Velma gave up looking for the source of the low humming sound and now stepped forward to address the Chief of Police only to see Daphne was once again bending over in front of the small group of men and wiggling her nearly naked ass back and forth as she now adjusted the buckle of her other shoe. Velma grimaced and thrust her arms crossed under her massive breasts. This caused the vibrator to shift from its hidden state in the cleft of Velma’s tight orange sweaters pale cleft of breast flesh to press its large bulbous penis head into her left nipple pressing upwards so the already pert nipple now was rock hard and vibrating rapidly in time with the cockhead of the powerful dildo. 

Velma angrily cleared her throat and then rolled her eyes and continued explaining to the distracted men while being so upset about their not giving her enough attention that she failed to notice her vibrating bosom and her blushing face of increasing sexual arousal.

“Yes, well, using my superior intellect I was able to deduce that only Professor Brand stood to gain by this hoax of his. It was he who was the sole source of the ancient carvings of warning that was found near the site of the creature and which were conveniently destroyed before anyone else could get a close look at them in that ‘accident’.”

Daphne stood up and smiled, “I was there when that accident took place!”

Velma rolled her eyes again, “yes you were supposed to be watching the dig site and somehow ended up naked along with most of the male members of the expedition in the natural hot springs!”

“Yeah, groovy!” Daphne laughed and flashed a peace sign and then held the peace sign to her lips and darted her tongue in and out through it and then winked at one of the police men who dazedly winked back smirking.

“Anyway,” Velma sighed in exasperation and a touch of horniness as the vibrator continued to work covertly at her tits. “That left Professor Amanda Brand alone in the camp when the accident occurred again throwing suspicion on her except for her clever ruse of pretending to have left the camp for the nearby supply base several hours earlier. Only to complain of a breakdown and having to return to camp well after daylight after getting lost in the dark for several hours!”

Velma adjusted her glasses and licked her thick pillow lips her face was now very red and she was breathing heavily as her breasts continued to jiggle from the vibrators work over. “I-ah-I must admit I was briefly thrown from the trail by Cornel Dradford’s talk of hunting giant lizards in these parts and his tale of a missing man servant in the area of the dig site. But I soon saw my way clear of that!”

Velma was now far gone in pleasure, her tits had always been very sensitive to arousal, as her eyes rolled back in her head and drool dripped from the corner of her open panting mouth and little drops of liquid dew fell from between the quivering thighs of her tight orange mini-skirt and dropped with soft splashes on the parking lot concrete between her curled toe buckle shoes. But she continued to try and sum up her brilliant conclusion of the case for the blushing police men.

“I-I-OH!” Velma dropped to her weak knees and grabbed the back of the surprised Chief of Police’s thighs as she undid his zipper with her teeth and buried her face against this throbbing cock rubbing her cheeks up and down in his silky pubes and giving one wayward glance over to Daphne who was bent over again clasping her ankles while a line of police men took turns hammering their stiff pricks into her pussy.

Velma smiled weakly and then with a mouth full of cock burbled, “I guess when it comes to paleontology this is the only bone I am interested in!”

“Oh-oh-oh I will second that!” Daphne squealed against the jarring ass rams, as both girls suddenly found themselves rapidly in hand cuffs.

 As an angry Professor Brand snarled from the door of the museum alongside the mayor, “Yes I will be pressing charges against those two sluts! They completely ruined my exhibit! And then tried to frame me for it! I have them on tape fucking all my security guards senseless while the whole museum was robbed by some teen boys and their dog!”

“Shooby-Doo!” Velma and Daphne angrily howled as hot loads of sticky sperm covered their shocked faces.

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CORA LOFT AND DOCTOR FIASCO

The vastness of the universe is beyond mere comprehension. Go far enough in any direction and you will find the ridged set of the laws of nature pollute, pervert, and then reverse themselves into their polar opposites and look over your shoulder and you will see you have traveled a very short way indeed.

In such near infinite expanse all things become possible and all possibilities become manifest. The improbable becomes common place and the once common place becomes lost in a muddle of incomprehensible wash and jellified wake.

Cora Loft was born in an alternative dimension on a parallel Earth. In her Universe the Nazi’s defeated the Russians at Stalingrad they swept into the oil fields of the Balkans and their super weapons and advanced technology defeated the allies in North Africa; screaming jets against prop propeller planes and nuclear submarines against oil burning ships. D-day never happened. Hitler concurred all, but England and North America who sued for an uneasy peace. And while the United States watched sourly at Germany’s advances in neutral South America and the Riche’s growing power and might devouring up the rest of the darkening globe. England slipped into little more than a vassal state existence little different to ossified occupied France and the newly cowered Japan whom Hitler had joined the United States in attacking and kowtowing into a peace treaty in burning Sydney harbor.

In Russia the Loft family built the Nazi’s most advance aircraft and air ships; jet fighters and stratosphere bombers and high altitude dirigibles and blimps while living under the SS watchful eye. But favors as well as alliances spin and splinter in the Fuhrers unblinking scowl and the Loft family was usurped and undermined and on her eighteenth birthday Cora Loft found herself penniless and homeless on the streets of Hitlergrad with the SS searching every nook and cranny for her and threatening any who would be foolish enough to help her in her foolish endeavor to escape their merciless wraith.

She was rescued by one of the many splinter cells of applauded and then cast off groups whom the Father approved of then scorned in rapid rolling boil succession. Who then lived on the cusp of utter destruction struggling to find favoritism again amongst the cringing crawling backstabbing masses. The once powerful and respected Thule society who now yanked the girl off the winter Russian streets and whisked her to their headquarters in Berlin where they offered her a second chance at life as their field agent looking for promising supernatural artifacts in the still unstable mercurial areas of the Third Riche and which the young woman reluctantly accepted.

Cora stood on the small bridge of the dirigible as it parted through the thick clouds its small worm turbine fission generator humming loudly a deck plate below as she scanned the horizon with her thermal vision binoculars. The new born day showered glinting beams through the sluggish heavy bellied clouds leaving little but the occasional snowy dagger of a mountain range to flash here and there before being devoured all again into smoldering white gulps that swallowed golden daggers and all before belching them again at some remote or sudden near new place causing the pilot at his station to sweat and the muscles in his thick heavy jaw to twitch.

“Ten degrees to port,” a smile played about Cora’s red lips beneath the steady unflinching binoculars. “The pass is directly ahead… Up two hundred meters and level,” Cora dropped the binoculars and smiled over at her crew of two men in leather flight suits and smiled at them, “this is going to be rather a tight fit.” And she smacked the helmsman on his tight leather clad ass. The helmsman standing at the controls let out a small surprised ‘yip’ despite himself and Cora gave the firm square lean ass a few more appreciative  pats before raising her binoculars again to her bright green large eyes.

She was pushing the experimental air ship to its maximum ceiling and there was a good chance the winds tearing those clouds of clay plumes into long horse mane white feathered tresses in the invisible pass ahead might shred the undulating worm drive surface of her dirigible as well. Plunging her and her nervous crew to their grisly deaths upon the icy glacier thousands of meters below that is if the wind shear simply didn’t pull them into elongated taffy pieces along with the steel girder ribbed ship.

“Steady on,” she lowered her binoculars and eyed the glass dials mounted on their brass and steel stalk like tubes. The glass covering lenses magnified the readout dials and she could easily see the needle deeply buried in the red as her navigator turned his head to her and swallowed hard behind his eye goggles. She merely raised an eye brow and blew him a kiss as he blushed and returned his rapt attention back to the myriad of instruments jutting up and hanging down like a maw of stalactites and stalagmites before him. She returned her attention in turn to the front of the thick glass nose of the bridge and raised her glasses again struggling to get some hint of the true nature of the rocky mountain pass with the thermal patches of heat and cold that the clouds struggled to hide from her.

“Two to starboard and twenty meters to rise on my mark.”

“There’s no more to elevation captain; ceiling at maximum, waiting two to starboard on mark.”

“Well then, this is going to be a bumpy ride. Mark… and hang on to something boys we are going in!”

The long thin torpedo shaped vessel with its flapping enveloped surface moved slowly into the pillowy folds of the cloud crowned crevasse. The flaps rose and fell in increasingly rapid spirals all along the ships length adding a dull thudding sound to the low hum of the engine buried deep in its glass bridge tipped nose. The air ship seemed to hesitate, hover, and then with the large multi-blade fan whining at the aft, nose and buckle its way into the torqueing turbulent winds of the ice crystal blowing mountain pass.  The glass bridge alone held its gyroscopic stationary state as the whole of the dirigible continued to corkscrew its way through the blasting air.

Cora watched the thick glass of the observation bridge ice and frost over and banshee strained cracking noises as the air ship behind them rotated at faster and faster speeds as it sought to drill its way through the buffeting air currents of the mountain pass. She took a step forward and reached around and grabbed the leather clad crotch of the pilot with one hand and grabbed the navigator’s crotch with her other hand and clamped down firmly as the pilot gave out another surprised yelp. Both the pilot and the navigator where strapped into their buckled harnesses in a standing position at their controls to a steel support frame and she now held on tight to their leathery bulges as the deck began to slowly pitch and yaw against the creaking super structures sudden invisible strains.

Cora’s eyes lit up as she stared at the cascading snow falling on either side of the air ship as the corkscrewing wake of the ships violent passage disturbed the great ancient piles of snow and sent them avalanching all around them. She smiled as here even in the face of certain death both men’s cocks grew rapidly under her vice like expert grip! ‘HA! Men!’ she thought to herself and laughed as the ship shuddered and the moaning sound of stressed metal swallowed up her laugh and deafened her ears.

The ship continued to shudder and shake and then it plowed through a crest of snow and ice ripping off almost a third of the undulating flaps along its skin before mercilessly emerging limping and listing badly into the other side of the mountain range on the far side.

Cora gave each large cock an ‘atta-boy’ squeeze and walked back to her captain’s station as the ship settled down to a slow descent. “Condition?” She queried as she flipped her thermal lenses back to normal vision and surveyed the green foot hills looming at a slightly off kilter angle below her.

“Uhm,” the navigator cleared his throat and continued. “Hull seems severely damaged and bridge gyroscopes are only at forty percent efficacy. We will need to land to effect repairs.”

“We are losing altitude captain.” The pilot chimed in, “we seem to have ruptured the fore helium nodes.”

“Shut down the fore nodes and bring us down quickly. No way we can replace helium out here. Try and land us in a clearing and effect repairs at once!”

“Aye aye captain!” both men snapped and set about landing the damaged vessel as rapidly as possible.

The green foothills turned out to be covered in scrub and stunted conifers and soon gave way to the salt flats of a sprawling desert just outside of the debauch of the mountain pass and the few storm clouds bearing rain that would occasionally spill out of it bringing immediate water to this area. Beyond this reach of occasional rain the parched terrain turned to sand and inhospitable rock.

The ship was designed to hover and lower its bridge in the shape of a steel and glass ball to the earth but damaged as it was it came down to the ground until it was nearly touching before the crew of two men could stabilize it and bring its downward and forward progress to a halt.

Cora set the men to work repairing the craft with what tools and material were stored on board and decided to continue on foot to her desired location which was less than a few kilometers away from their current position. She exited the bridge passed the bunk lined hallway and mess hall niche with its access to the supply bunkers and opened her door to her privet captain’s quarters. Here she zipped down the front of her green Thule flight overalls and stepped out of her boots and then her jumper. Underneath she wore no other garments and her naked body reflected back at her from the rooms polished steel surfaces.

Cora Loft stood six one in her bare feet with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. Her skin was pale and freckled and she often wore round sun glasses to protect her sensitive eagle sharp eyes from sudden glare. Her features were fine and beautiful and she had a long slim build with slender limbs and a torso that seemed perpetually bent into a reverse ‘S’ shape by her huge full globular bust and butt. Her slim thin figure boasted an impossible jutting double JJ cup bosom with each large round swooping gravity defying swollen globe being almost twice the size of her smart gifted head. Her buttock swelled out in pert upraised bubble butt wiggles that almost matched her bosom’s size giving her an odd hour glass silhouette despite her almost anemic thinness of the rest of her body. She did not believe in wasting her valuable time with keeping her pubic hair trimmed and alternated between shaving her snatch completely bald and letting it grown into a golden corn silk thick tangle as it was now.

She was a very beautiful young lady with ample skills and a smart fast intellect that allowed her to outwit and out think her opponents on her feet and survive many a perilous situation with a hair’s breadth dexterous skillful maneuver. Oh and she was incredibly lucky; which in turn made her brass and bold and thus prone to overestimating her abilities and talents and cleverness to an almost dangerous degree instead of approaching her situations with a more thought out plan she was more apt to rush in blindly and trust to her skills and luck to see her way through.

As such Cora declined to set about planning her trip through the desert with much forethought and instead simply slipped into her usual Thule uniform which she had converted from its usual full dress uniform of dark green and black piping to a green pair of daisy duke cutoffs and a green button-less dress shirt tied at her narrow waist. A tilted green field cap, her round green tinted sun glasses, a pair of green ankle high boots and a pair of green wool socks rolled down to her ankles. This and her usual pair of hand pistols holstered at her hips in two separate leather strapped rigs and a small leather back pack which was held in place by two straps which passed above and below her mighty bosom and which in turn had a tendency to pull her taut open top aside letting her large palm sized areolas and ever hard thumb thick nipples more than a fair chance to slip out with each shuddering jugging step. Around her neck and nestled over the opulent valley of her mostly exposed breasts she wore her ever present binoculars of her own design.

In her pack she carried a small medical kit and some food rations as well as relevant maps and compass and a lighter with extra fluid and several extra clips of ammo for her twin hand pistols. Which was her famous gas powered rapid fire nine millimeter Lugers. More readily available additional clips were slipped into straps on her hip holsters. There was also a canteen of water strapped to the side of the back pack and since this was a desert she was waltzing into she decided to take an additional canteen of water which she slung on her right hip just behind her handgun’s grip. The holsters were well oiled and worn and she maintained herself an expert shot with the quick draw technique.

In addition to this she carried a coiled hundred meters of rope which was the lion share of the packs weight and a hand lamp powered by a new type of battery cell capable of shinning a bright light for several hours. Experience had taught her that she was prone to lose her clothes quiet often on every mission she set out on leaving her duly naked at its end and usually before a throng of gawking peers. As such she kept a rolled up spare hat so she would never be technically completely out of uniform.

The Fuhrer seemed uncertain as to his predisposition as to the belief in supernatural occult phenomena but he seemed to have taken a liking to the Thule’s shining star Cora Loft and the Thule society rode heavily on her successful if somewhat embarrassing mission results. She was granted the rank of captain and had become the bane of the SS who considered themselves a laughing stock at her escape and now exonerated state. They also saw her someday perhaps regaining control over the Loft aircraft companies and thus denying the SS a profitable source of income and political power. Himmler wanted her dead and Eichmann wanted her stripped naked and mounted above his fireplace or on his less benevolent days stripped naked and sprawled before his fire place as a place to store his hot poker. SS operatives shadowed her at every step with poison darts and sudden swerving cars and the crack of a sniper rifle but she eluded them time and again and their continued failures made Hitler smirk and mock them openly as only he alone could dare.

Cora tucked in her nipples the best she could and shuffled her pack on her back which instantly popped her nipples back out again and left her cabin. The crotch of her cutoffs was a bit on the tight side and it split her labia lips and showed sprouting’s of her golden rod pubic hair and the waist rose so low that again her downy patch rose up and peaked out above the beltless waist line of her shorts. But she failed to notice this as she opened the hatch and descended down the steel rope ladder to the scrub desert in the heavy shadow of the hovering airship.

She left the clanging banging repairs of the sweating two crew men and the low thrum of the engine behind her as she walked steadily on over and down rise after rise of scrub hills that gave way in time to rolling hills of sandy dunes and rocky jutting buttresses.

She occasionally stopped and checked her map and compass and took a swig out of her canteen but mostly she used the water to soak her shirt and keep her heavy breasts cool. She was heading toward a short crack in the desert floor which she had pieced together from several ancient sources and traditions as being the legendary location of a secret cliff side system of caves that may contain the long lost repository of the Eldritch.

The Eldritch were a mythical race of ancient beings which were once the lords of a vast empire spanning much of the then known world. They were unbeatable in battle possessing unbreachable armor and unerring weapons and all bowed or were stuck low before them. And then, at the very height of their reign about forty thousand years ago, they simply vanished. Their empire broke up into petty fifes and their mighty cities crumbled and all their subjects dwindled and perished eroding back into nothingness until the much latter kingdoms of Ur and the Fertile Crescent rose back up on the very cusp of recorded history ten thousand years ago.

There were few tales of the Eldritch and even fewer contradictory descriptions of them, but all agreed they were not humane and not entirely of this plane of existence. The place she moved to was said to be one of their last strongholds before the nameless plague whipped them and their subjects from the face of the Earth. She raised her ever present binoculars off her water and sweat speckled naked chest and surveyed the horizon. A low shadow cut across the shimmering heat waves of the desert and she quickened her step toward it.

The crack in the earth was uneven and in most places only a meter or two in diameter. She could step across it and it only spanned the desert for a few hundred meters before vanishing completely. Still she walked along it carefully and dropped to her knee at the widest gaps along its uneven burst zipper points to try and peer down into its musty dark depths. It was not as enigmatic or mysterious as she had supposed it would be and in fact it only seemed a slightly deeper fissure than the many faucets and cracked exposed salt pans of the sandy shored rifts that blanketed the small desert in all directions.

But she could catch hints at its actual depth at the wider apertures with her hand held light. Still it took several pacing up and down its length before she could find a wide enough opening with requisite apertures bellow to warrant a descent. She fastened her rope to a rock out cropping no less than twenty meters from the opening and not for the first time cursing her ample busted physic squirmed and shoved herself down the slotted hole until finial her huge bosom had passed and she was able to lower herself down her rope into the inky cramped dark.

Then not for the first time thanking the gods for her ample bosom placed her flash light between her mighty jugs where it was held fast in her cleavage giving her ample use of both hands and arms to lower herself into the abyss.

The rock crack was uneven and jutted this way and that narrowing and then widening so that she was at times able to just use her back and feet to descend and at other times found herself clinging suddenly to her rope in black gulfs of emptiness. She was forced to move sideways time and again obliged by the rock walls narrowing to such an extent that no further downward progress was possible and as such she found she had to zigzag down the crack in the earth for several meters before the narrow musty dirty splinter in the earth finally gave way to a wide open span of several hundred meters in all directions. Here she swung slowly in space trying to get her bearings.

A few dim beams of light shown down from above casting dust mote riddled rays but it was her boob clenched flash light that showed the caves set back in the distant walls below her. She lowered herself down until she reached the end of her rope and found the caves a tantalizing few dozen meters still below her outstretched booted toe.

She looked around her and then climbed back up the rope a few meters and began to swing herself back and forth until she was able to catch hold of a jutting rock formation. The rock broke off in her hand and the sudden weight of it surprised her as she let it drop and grabbed back on to her rope with both hands. Again she swung back and forth building up her momentum until she once again grabbed onto the rock and pulled herself snug to the wall. Here she fastened the trailing tail of her rope securely as she could amongst the many cracks and letting go of her support began to traverse down and along the rocky wall angling toward the lower overhang and the cliff caves it hid.

It took some athleticism and a lot of blind faith but she managed to swing and leap her way over to another rock outcropping near the cave mouths themselves and pull herself up into the nearest of them.

Now hands free and back on her feet she pulled her flash light free of her breasts tight grip with a slight rubbery popping sound and panned its beam over the surface of the rock around the caves. It was indeed obvious that once there had been carvings on the surface and perhaps even more elaborate stone extensions had once existed. But all had been long ago eroded and fallen away. She pointed the light beam down into the abyss and leaned over and out of the cave mouth. The darkness fell away into an invisible phantasm of swirling dust motes and breathless depths.

Cora lowered her sun glasses to the tip of her nose and proceeded into the coffin mouth of the cave with her hand light coughing in the dust her boots kicked up in the narrow confines.

She proceeded with one hand lightly touching and trailing the wall and two wary eyes out for bats which had an awful habit of surprising her on every one of her missions thus far. The air was heavy and hot and she found it uncomfortable to breathe in the rough coarse cave which seemed irregularly carved out of the raw amber stone the reddish desert dust was prevalent everywhere and she coughed lightly into her fist now and again against its cloying musty stench.

It took her a journey of several meters to realize the cave was carved with narrow sides and a very high roof; narrow and thin it made its ways unevenly back and slightly down into the depths of the earth. In fact if she turned sideways in the tunnel her boobs and butt touched against both walls. She shuffled and moved on and was thankful when the hand-hewn tunnel finally opened up into a shallow cavern of a floor. She stepped in and down into the small bowl of a room and instantly cowered as bats exploded all around her as they raced out of the small room and up the tunnel she had just vacated.

Cora gritted her teeth as her startled heart regained its normal beat and then puzzled about the bat dropping covered floor of the dead end room. The chamber was only a few meters in size and now vacated by the bats empty save her own presence. She carefully searched the deeply grooved and irregularly fissured walls and was rewarded with finding a narrow low crack in one corner of the room where after removing her pack and pulling it behind her she was just able to squeeze her way with much cursing of her ample boobs through the narrow defile and into the larger room beyond.

And a room it truly was. The floor was of laid stone work and the walls were of similar stone work showing an advanced engineering and much use of the stone arch for both support and joining of one room to another!

A whole series of small tall thin rooms with tall thin arched doorways all connected in more of a hallway than a true series of rooms and all utterly bare of any items. Not a pot not a pile of debris not a half desiccated wooden chair or storage trunk nothing.

“Hmmm, no carvings no reliefs not a sign of any kind of storage vessel,” Cora walked carefully along the string of rooms covering every inch of every surface with her hand light until she came abruptly to a large pile of rubble. “The entire roof here has collapsed in! That may explain why this area is bare, it may have been riffled through and stripped by tomb raiders eons ago. If that is the case then if I can get past this barrier there might be a chance some relics have survived having been cut off from more opportunistic thieves.”

Cora studied the pile of fallen rock and stone it was indeed a very formidable obstruction and appeared to go on for several meters. Most of the fallen stones were quiet large and must have weighed several hundred kilos. “I do not think this cave in was accidental. It looks more like it was done with some conscious intent. Though it is hard to say I would guess it must have happened a very long time ago.” Then she saw a pile of much smaller stones and began to carefully remove them. Though they were smaller they still quiet heavy and she struggled to drag them free. After several hours she had managed to create a small opening underneath a much larger support stone that acted as a roof to her newly made tunnel and now found herself crawling in and out of the opening to drag stones and out and pile them aside. After a few more hours of this exhausting labor she made a morbid discovery; the skeleton cadaver of a crushed body. She could not tell if the remains were of a man or a woman so advance was the decomposition but she got the strange feeling she was not the first person to try and dig a way through the wall of collapsed rubble. The rock over the crushed corpse was very large and heavy but it’s ancient collapse had made a way just above the body so that with just a few more careful stone removals she found herself pushing her hand and arm into an open inky space!

It was a considerable contortionist struggle to wiggle her way through the tinny twisting opening and several times she paused thinking herself surely stuck but at the last she managed to pry and shove and pull her way out of the imprisoning rock and into the inky void beyond. There was however no way to get her back pack through that last narrow opening. She reached back down behind her and yanked and pulled and it simply would not fit through. The metal frame of the back pack simply couldn’t make that last complex bending. “You are telling me my tits fit through that and you can’t make it?! Argh!” She had no choice but to awkwardly open up the leather straps of the back pack and make a selection of what items to take and what to leave behind.

The flash light with its special lantern battery got caught on several of the jutting rocks as she lay on her stomach and yanked again and again on the handle until suddenly one of the rocks dislodged and yelping she threw herself back from her tunnel mouth. When she investigated it again she found the hand light to be hopelessly crushed and useless. She stood back up on the pile of rubble in pitch blackness and held up her salvaged lighter and flicked it into life. The lone blade of flame could do little to illuminate all but a small sphere around her but she sensed she was in a large open place and could feel a fresh sweet breeze as it tossed her long hair about her face. The air on this side of the wall of debris was very chilly and cold.

She moved off the pile of rock and walked around what appeared to be some kind of balcony or ledge. There were carvings here of odd stylized figures and to her relief there was a large brazier standing next to where the pile of rubble began, it was still full of half charred briquettes of coal or wood she could not be sure but she tried a little of her lighter fluid on them and after several failed attempts got the large stone pedestal with its metal wide dish lit. The illumination was poor but it was better than her hand lighter which she slipped inside one of her ammo clip leather strap holders. She warmed herself beside the smoldering fire while debating how best to proceed. She would need light of course to continue on and her lighter would be of less than ideal equipment for the task. Looking about she found a pile of wood that must have been some kind of storage unit or perhaps a piece of furniture? She took back out her lighter and rummaged through the debris looking for the makings of a torch. She would need cloth. She looked down at her shirt but she was using its large pockets to carry much of her stuff now that she did not have access to her back pack which was now also buried along with her crushed hand light. She next looked at her socks and her cutoff shorts. The shorts were torn and ripped in several places from her tight squeeze though the passage of rubble and she removed her shoes and took off her socks and then took off her gun holsters so she could remove her shorts. With the socks and shorts removed she replaced her shoes on her feet and replaced her pistol holsters. The myriad straps of the pistol holsters actually did much to cover her naked sex or at least give some hint of coverage, er, well who was she kidding her pussy was now on full display!

Her peaked field cap had been lost in her squirm through the debris and her back up cap was now lost with everything she had not managed to salvage from the back pack before deciding to try and yank her light though and brought some of her tunnel down on the light and the back pack burring them from further use. She would have to try and create a torch from her socks, cutoffs, the wood, and her lighter fluid. It would be far from ideal and a bit ungainly but it just might work!

Luckily some of the wood was very thick and she had some experience with making torches so it was not long before she had a decent blaze going dripping flame and lighting her way. What it illuminated was as she had suspected; a large round dials balcony devoid of railings that jutted out over a black abyss of what was a very large cavern. There was a steady cold breeze blowing up fresh air from below and she quickly made her way around the balcony looking for a way down. She was in luck for not more than a few steps from the burning brazier was a small stone stair case leading down along the wall. She began her descent the smoky smoldering torch lighting her way.

In several places the stone steps were missing and she was obliged to make energetic leaps to span these gaps but it was nothing her athletic build could not manage and she had considered the adventure on a whole thus far to have been surprisingly easy compared to most of her outings. “I tend to run into more difficulties just heading to the market!”

Along the steps carved into the side of the wall that zigzagged back and forth she would occasionally find one of the unlit braziers and if they contained the odd coal or charred wood she would spend a little lighter fluid and light them so that she left a string of golden pearls in her wake and increased the illumination over all of the rock wall she was descending. It helped her to make a better judgment of the overall size of the place and it was huge!

Along the railing-less path of the stairs the raw stone wall was carved in a series of cartouches and murals from the riser tread to a distance of about six meters before it broke off into raw rock again. The images were of stylistic renderings of animals and plants and fantastical creatures. If they told or depicted some kind of story she could not fathom it. It seemed more orientation than a recorded history.

The back and forth weave of the stairs eventually gave out onto another dials balcony this one much larger than the first one and having stone buttress railings running along its edge. Sunk back from the balcony set deep into the raw wall its self was a massive thin tall set of metal doors. Elaborately wrought with delicate etched design and as it turned out completely locked!

Cora went around lighting the several stone pedestals topped with wide flat metal pan braziers and peered about for more possible materials to use as well as some lever or device to open the doors. High up set on either side of the door was two metal boxes that had slits in them. “Those are some kind of guard boxes. This must be the main gate into the Eldritch last strong hold!”

Cora looked around her and up at several large pans identical to the ones sitting on the short squat stone pedestals and had once been undoubtedly used to hold oils or coals for light. The pans where hung by simple thin chains which ran up and disappeared into the thick dark shadows above her. The mechanism used to lower the pans for refilling and cleaning must surely be on the other side of the locked gate she decided after finishing her survey of the area.

Dropping her crude torch and repositioning herself so she stood a short distance in front of an inclined pile of rubble Cora removed her twin Lugers from their hip holsters and started running. ‘Timing would be crucial,’ she thought to herself as she let fire her pistols in short controlled bursts. The small chain holding up one side of the large saucer pan in front and high above her snapped with the bullets impact and the severed lose end of the triangle of chains fell down just as she ran up the pile of rubble and leapt. She quickly holstered both of her Lugers in her cleavage as was her want to do in combat situations where she needed her hands free in a hurry and her now empty hands just managed to grab onto the lose dangling chain. The forward momentum of her leap carried both her and the chain and sideways hanging pan in a large arc up into the air. At the highest ascent of aperture she let go of the chain and dived to the black open mall of one of the side guard boxes mounted high above the locked gate. It was quiet a squirming wiggle and she once again not for the first time found herself cursing her huge bosom as she attempted to maintain her purchase on the narrow slit sill-less window of the guard house and squeeze her otherwise thin frame through the narrow slit pane-less opening; but with a grunt and much effort and some frustrated exasperated eye rolls she pushed her huge chest through and pulled herself into the stone carved guard box and found herself inside the small round room and thus for all intentional purposes found herself on the other side of the enormous locked gate now far below.

The small room held nothing of note other than a few empty niches on the curved wall and the empty metal upturned snake heads with open mouths that she would soon realize where the omnipresent torch scones dotting the stone passage way walls. The small circular room held no furniture nor debris of such though it did contain a raised stone circular dais in its center that many have been intended for a simple bench or table. Directly opposite of the slit window overlooking the gates approach was the black open maw with a stone stair case leading downwards.

Cora removed her warm barrel Lugers from her mighty cleavage and returned them to her holsters at her jutting hips and fished out her lighter from a snug leather loop on her holsters banderol where a larger leather loop held what remained of her lighter fluid flask. She flicked the lighter into flame and began to descend down the slowly arching spiral of the stone steps until she found herself at a small stone room with a sturdy looking metal bared gate.

“This must be the guard room for this carved in stone tower of sorts,” she spoke quietly to herself as she held her lighter aloft and scanned the small stone room. The room was larger than its counterpart above her but of the same Spartan design. There were more and larger niches carved into the walls and again the same squat low stone table of sorts in the middle but no signs of wooden furniture or any crumbling remains of crates or pottery shards. The lone entrance to the room was a metal portico of long heavy bars that ran from the door sill into the floor with a hands breath between the thick round vertical shafts. There seemed no corresponding horizontal bars connecting the vertical bars and it became obvious to her that the each bar fell with its partner from the thick wide aperture of the entrance arch way and sunk its head into the corresponding hole set to receive it in the floor.

Cora set about to find the device to raise the bars and quickly found the device not immediately near the door but across from it set back in one of the niches dug deep into the raw stone walls. The serpent stylized lever hung lose in its dirt filled pocket and wobbled weakly once she had used her boot dirk to dig its rut free. “Broken!” Cora hissed and replaced her dirk and picked back up her now rather hot and uncomfortable lighter. She snapped the lid down over it and put out its small flame, “better conserve the fluid and let the casing cool down.” She returned to the portico and placed her hands on her hips as she brooded on how to get it open. The room was dark but she realized with her lighter extinguished that the large spacious area directly behind the gate was eerily illuminated by some kind of weird phosphorous light that she could just spy through the gap in the bars of the doorway.  “There is some kind of light out there in the courtyard,” she pressed up against the bars of the portal and peered sideways through the gap. The courtyard beyond was large and open. She could just make out the huge metal gate to her right and the mirrored portal to the other towers guard room directly across from her. The walls of stone were covered in an odd thick lichen mold which glowed in a bluish light. She raised her binoculars off her mighty chest and turned them sideways so she could press one eye to the lower lens as she flipped to her lowlight setting. The low light setting used up the binoculars battery rather fast and she used it only for a few moments until she was sure. “The opposite guard room’s barred gate is open!” without hesitation Cora retraced her steps back up to the guard room and pushed her head out the narrow slit of the window into the glowing orange yellow light of the braziers she had lit previously to eye the other guard tower which jutted out like a blister as her own did from the stone arch of the gate. “It will take some doing but there is just enough of a lip of the stone archway above the door that I should be able to climb across it to the other guard box and then reach around and enter that guard box via its own window slit.”

It took all of her athletic prowess and there were a few heart in throat moments of near death slips but Cora soon found herself once again squeezing her quivering mounds of ample breast flesh through the tight slim stone casing of the window of the opposite guard box. “Ugh! This has utterly ruined my shirt!” She was right first the crawl through the collapsed stone tunnel and then three times now through the rough stone windows of the guard towers had utterly torn and destroyed her taut button-less green dress shirt which she kept tied by the shirt tails around her waist. The whole back of the shirt was torn and one side rented the garment was useless now as a covering. Still as she tugged and pulled its tattered remains from her body she realized it might work well now as a fabric covering on a new make shift torch if she found any new pieces of wood. She had been carrying several large items in the shirts spacious chest pockets that she had transferred over from her now buried back pack and she set about placing the items as best she could on the leather loops and straps of her holster rigs and banderols but in the end she had to set a few items aside on the large central squat stone table set in the new guard tower that was almost identical to its brother she had just vacated.

Cora paused her lighter flickering its little blade of flame on the stone central table of the guard room amidst the items from her rented shirts pockets and took stock of herself as she continued to readjust her remaining garments while eyeing the thick shadows of the room wearily. She was, for all practical purpose, now stark naked. As she almost always seemed to be whenever she ventured out on a mission though she had to note she had found herself disrobed a bit faster than usual this time!

Knowing the Fuhrer’s sense of priority and his loud vehement speeches of modesty and good civil uprightness at all times; Cora found herself trying to do her best with her makeshift accruements to cover up her womanly virtues as so prescribed but the task as always seemed hopeless. First her holster rigs which ran around her narrow waist had corresponding thigh straps which she had adjusted as best she could so that the straps now ran over her naked crotch as much as possible but this did nothing to hide her thick golden patch of glisten pubes and the tight biting leather straps now splitting her sensitive mound had her wet and dripping as tight constrictive clothing had always been a major turn on for her since that summer she spent at the convent of St, Mary’s after her surprised and angry father had found her naked with several young men playing ‘doctor’ or as she liked to call it, ‘bad boys need punished’.

She had managed to redirect her bandoleers which now tried to house what few items from her torn shirt they could, over her ample chest so the straps tried vainly to cover her large palm sized areolas and press down her ever erect thumb thick nipples. But it was a hopeless task and her nipples seemed to be enjoying the tight leather digging deep into her soft bosom far too much and causing her some distracting moments of intense pleasure that had her biting her glistening lips. “I’m only a few hours into my mission and I am already naked! How shameful!” But Cora had done her best. She wadded up her torn and tattered shirt and pulled it through her holster belt so it hung like a makeshift G-string in front of her naked aroused dripping crotch to do its best to cover what it could until she found some wood to use it for a new torch. So at least for now her girly parts were more or less covered and she picked up her lighter gave a last look over the items on the table she would have to leave behind and set off down the almost identical but reverse cork screwing stone stair case to the guard room beneath her and the open portal to the large court yard beyond.

The court yard was surprisingly massive. The twin metal doors of the gate all green and shimmering oddly in the bluish light looked much larger on this side and towered above her as she held up her lighter and surveyed the area around her. She decided to extinguish her lighter and flicked it closed and went to replace it into one of her banderols leather loops but found them all full and so she slipped it deep into her leather strapped tight cleavage and let her eyes become adjusted to the strange blue light that the thick mold covering the walls gave off.

With the large metal gate to her immediate left the lower guard room directly behind her and across the far way its lowered portico identical brother to her right she found there to be a large sculpture standing brooding and dark in the center of the courtyard and beyond that further on a broad expanse of stone steps leading up into further darkness.

She set off at once to the block of shadow in the center of the courtyard and found it to be a massive ornate raised stepped fountain with a large strange frog or toad like creature with many dark eyes sitting on top of its center slab of solid rock. The statues mouth was open and had obviously once gushed water from it but it was now just an open black maw. The fountain beneath the creature held a stinking brackish sludge in a large deep pool of what was once most certainly a clear pond of crystal water.  “Drinkable water would have been most helpful as I am down to only one partial canteen now,” she muttered to herself tapping the canteen in question which hung over the crack of her ass and moved away from the silt and stinking muck with a wrinkled nose. She moved past the large block of stone and its silent amphibious creature and turned toward the distant staircase.

 As she moved towards the broad stone stair case she noted shadowy heaps to her right and left and took the time to venture over to them and found piles of rubble and outlines of foundations of stone buildings that had been pulled down with some of the stacks of stone remaining here and there but large quantities obviously missing. She did find a few broken twisted relics of metal that might have been containers at one time but now where only a few strands of strips half buried in the hard ground. She gave a few some experimental tugs but gave up when she realized they were too deeply embedded to be removed with ease. Again and again she was obliged to remove her lighter from her cleavage storage and flicker into life to better see this or that shadowy pile only to return it back warm into her valley of soft flesh and receive a delicious tingle of pleasure from doing so.

She did not want to waste time on this initial exploration with stopping to shift through every pile of debris for some shard of broken day to day utensil. Hitler and thus the Thule society were most demanding of large intact relics of notable wealth the type of items that could be set in the center room of one of Hitlergrad’s large museums and put on the front page of the many the Third Richs papers. Hitler himself other than the prestige of such discovery’s wished for items of usefulness to crush his enemies of which there were many. If he were to continue to fund the Thule’s poking about in tombs and ruins then it needed to give him a power his other minsters couldn’t supply. For all its vast territories the Rich was teetering on collapse. It was stretched too thin. By its own rapid blitzkrieg of success it had spread like a rootless fungus to cover all but holding nothing. Hitler was desperate for power any power that would solidify his regime. And the Eldritch might just have such powers if the fractured fragmented legends were true. It was up to Cora to see if they were and then report back to an anxious Thule high command who then in turn would send in an army of scientists and scholars to dig and shift through the ruins. Just finding the subterranean Eldritch strong hold was enough to merit a personal handshake from the Fuhrer but money was tight and for the Thule to receive enough funding to mine the site would require some exceptional showy piece to bring back or some detailed information of resounding impact. A few pieces of broken pottery would not extend her doubtful life for long. She needed to find something more substantial then large metal doors or twisted spines of metal. She needed something of grandeur of spectacle of…

At the foot of the stairs Cora found several large piles of half charred wood now dust covered and realized that someone or ones had piled up these heaps and hurried set light to them and had not lingered to see the job through. She pulled out several pieces of long heavy wood until she found a suitable piece for a torch and then with a sigh removed her shirt from her holster belt exposing her naked sex yet again and worked it around the wood until with a bit of liquid from her almost empty lighter fluid flask and a lick of kissing flame from her lighter she had a new torch going. She continued up the broad stone steps past several arched pillars that rose up to the distant ceiling until she reached the top of the stairs and found herself once again in front of several arched green metal doors.

The large doors were set into the stone of the cave wall and ran side by side along the entire length of the colonnade porch of arched pillars. Most of the doors were surprisingly half buried behind walls of stone blocks. It took her a moment to realize that the wide court yard had been stripped of its stone buildings, the blocks having been hauled up here and then restacked in front of the doors to seal them shut?!

The perplexed young woman with torch in hand walked along the promenade counting nine doors in all and stopping at last before the sixth door upon a revisit as it proved the only door not blocked up to varying heights with stone blocks. This door was not only unobstructed by stone but was open! Of sorts, as the doors had been bent back and half ripped off their large metal hinges! Piles of rubble and half shattered stone lay before and through the door and she moved cautiously and somewhat laborious over and through the mounds of cyclopean stone blocks until she had clambered through the doorway proper and down the other side into the hallway beyond.

The hallway was short but with a high ceiling that rose up in thin tall arches. The entire passage was littered with stone and bones. The passage ended abruptly at a large stone wall of thick heavy blocks that had been thrown across the hallways transgress from floor to ceiling and from side to side. This wall had been obviously hastily constructed but it housed such large blocks that fitted so well together that there was no hope of breaking a passage through it without a large body of explosive charges.

The walls here were more ornamental being of both carved stone and metal worked into the walls as decorations. Mosaic murals of cut colored stone ran around the walls but it was the lone metal door which drew her rapt attention. High up a third of the way down the abruptly ending hallway stood a lone metal door. A shattered pile of rubble and twisted metal along with dozens of humanoid bones littered a slope up to the sill of the door. It appeared the door had no steps leading up to it but had once had a balcony allowing one to open the door and step out and look over the hallway below. The stone and metal balcony now lay in a shattered heap below it where the desiccated bodies and other piles of metal and stone had been added to it.

“Someone or ones had broken in here, forced that gate. Then had been stopped by that new stone wall built across the hall and turned their attention to that lone door up there. The balcony had collapsed maybe before the gate had been forced or maybe by the weight of the attackers or defenders but more debris had been dragged up to increase the pile in order to reach the door again. What happened here?!” Cora looked about her and then began to pick her way up to the lone door. “It will be well sealed,” she was sure of that but it was the only door she could see in the hallway and she had to try it. The pile of debris brought her up to the bottom of the door at chest high and she set her torch in the rubble and pushed both hands firmly against the door. It wouldn’t budge. “I should have brought some sticks of dynamite. Why do I always find myself wishing I had brought some explosives with me? I should write that down; ‘remember to bring explosives!’ next time for sure! So how do I get in?” Cora looked around her as she slipped slightly upon her unsteady footing of the rubble and bone pile and gave the door one more exploratory shove, “no good.”

She retrieved her torch and held it aloft and peered into the dark around her. “No bluish light fungus in here, just a lot of empty snake torch holders. Some of them have been torn down and removed. In fact much of the walls look like they have been stripped bare of items. Hooks and empty metal ‘C’-clips and ‘S’-clips hanging here and there.” She gave the murals a good looking over but they had been so mauled and gouged at that it was impossible to tell what they had once depicted.

Then she saw the small metal vent just above the narrow tall door and back in the long shadows of the large metal doors that lay splayed bent back upon the scattered piles of rock and skeletons. “Bingo!” she smiled at herself but then frowned. It would not be an easy task to reach the small grate but there were some metal bare hooks hanging out from the stone wall’s surface and there were some decorative metal embellishments that would add some hand holds, but she would be forced once again to leave her precious torch behind. She grimaced at the thought but then sighed and shoved the torch into the pile of rubble where it could give her the most light and began her dangerous ascent along the lip of the door’s sill to the first bare metal hook.

It pushed her rock climbing experience to its limit and she once again found herself cursing her ample chest which as she pressed her body face first against the wall to fight the pull of gravity seeking to dash her to her death far below forced her to arch her upper body out to a dangerous pitch and tilt time and again. But after a few breathless moments of a brass hook here and there threatening to tug loose of the stone wall with a high pitched screech she finally managed to pull herself up even to the metal covered grill. The metal grill had once been a secure mass of crisscrossing metal slats weaved together and well set deep into the raw stone of the wall but there was water dripping along its edges and had no doubt been doing so for several hundreds of years as the barrier was now rusted quiet through and gave with a shuddering savage blow from her elbow and flung behind her to clatter upon the jagged stones below with several good strong yanks. Now it was just a matter of pulling herself up and into the small stone shaft and along its slimy wet surfaces into the pitch dark beyond.

The narrow dark shaft did not split nor deviate from its relatively straight path and soon emerged out into an identical hallway from the one she had just vacated with an identical mesh of metal grid covering it. This one was not rusted through but it did have a simple set of spring pins that had been used in their initial installation that could be worked from the inside to loosen and pop it out of place. “A tool must have been used to place the grills into their stone cut slots from the outside,” Cora noted as the metal grill fell and clanged on the floor far below. She procured her lighter from her deep cleavage as she lay there half hanging out of the vent shaft and sparked it into life.

The hallway was identical to the first one she had just left but the large green metal doors where upright and intact. They were strongly bared with metal cross pieces and a pile of large stone rose a third of the way up them. To her right was another identical lone metal door with its balcony intact and she clicked shut her lighter and replaced its warm phallic like chrome casing back between her breasts as she made her way across the wall to the balcony of the door in almost complete darkness.

It was certainly not a climb for the weak of heart but after several minutes she found herself clambering over the metal railing of the balcony and breathing again in a more relaxed manor. Again out came the lighter and she flicked it into light. The door was indeed identical to the one in the other hallway and she was relived to find its handless surface open at her firm shove. It opened with hinges not set on one side or other but instead on a central pivot set in the middle of the door so that she had to press through on one side or the other. Beyond the green metal door it opened back into a straight passage littered with skeletal remains. She followed this until she was sure she was at the original door from the hallway she had first entered. The door here was strongly bolted on both sides of its edge with several thick planks of hard wood jammed against the floor and the door. She shoved back the bolts and kicked the planks away. The door then swung easily on its center pivot and she knelt and recovered her still burning torch. She returned her lighter to her cleavage and then started to close the door but thought better of it and left it wide open. She now turned and began surveying the small room the door had kept blocked with her much better light giving torch. It was made of a combination of stone blocks and raw gouged out stone. There was the ubiquitous squat stone table carved out of raw rock in the center of the room and dozens of remains of humanoid creatures. None wearing any remnants of cloth or armor, no weapons lay about amongst the bodies but the creatures appeared to have long claws on their bony long fingered hands and fangs for teeth in their long thin cranial skulls so perhaps those were weapons enough.

She retreated back along the corpse littered hall until she found herself in an identical room at the first metal door she had left opened but with fewer remains and walked back out onto the small balcony. With her torch she could see a greater expanse of the mighty hallway and quickly noted it was not blocked by any secondary wall of stone as the first one had been but there was also no pile of debris bellow the balcony leading down to the floor far below. She returned back into the narrow hallway and ran her hands along both walls, “there must be a way down from this floor to the main hallway below.” Sure enough she found a working of metal snakes and pressing and tugging on it revealed a rasping old stone door. It would not open fully but fell only a third of its way into the floor. She had to climb and wiggle again over the partial open stone door and landing rather unceremoniously upon the stone stairs of the other side losing her torch in the process which clattered banged and sparked down several steps before rocking to an end of its solo journey. She picked herself up rubbing a bruised shin and elbow and walked down the steps to retrieve her torch.

With torch in hand sputtering flame and cinders she made her way to the bottom of the stair case where another green metal door thankfully swung open on its center pivot and she squeezed her large bosom past it on one side. This door opened upon a simple hallway with several more metal doors set along its irregular winding length none of which opened upon her shoving upon them. She headed in the general direction of the main hall which the hallway lead to on her left and was rewarded with a large arched door that creaked open upon center pivot at the touch and lead directly into the large hallway. She looked up and saw the balcony and its open door some ways past her present position and made out she would now be behind the stone block wall of the other hallway in mutual distance and wondered if she back tracked if the hallway she had just followed would lead to an identical door way opening as she suspected behind that massive wall.

She gave the empty lone hallway a few sweeps of her torch but found it to be barren despite it being obviously untouched by the violence of the other hallway. And instead of following its murky length to its eventual termination she decided upon a whim of woman’s intuition to retrace her steps back in the smaller hallway and see if it indeed lead to a door that would open just on the other side of the massive stone wall.

During her passage back along the small narrow hallway she did not pause to try again the several doors set in the wall but made her way hurriedly to a green door set at the hallways end identical to the one she had just opened on the other side and with a shove this door opened as well. It creaked loudly upon its center pivot point and swung in place upon a continuation of the large hallway she had first entered. The enormous stone wall being just a few meters from the doorway its self on her right. It was again a tight squeeze to get her bosom past the narrow thin opening of the door but she slide through eagerly for the hallway beyond was resplendent with light!

There was the bluish light of the fungus lichen which grew here and there in thick patches but this light was washed out for the most part by a thick warm golden light which shone forth from large glass cylinders which bubbled with a gold liquid. These cylinders were set up at irregular intervals here and there in an almost haphazard arrangement. They were placed in black metal tripods in an upright position that gave off a surprising amount of light.

And this light shone the hallway to be much different than the previous one she had just deserted for instead of moving on in an unbroken march of sameness it was just past the wally given to a series of steps and plazas which in turn housed more frog statues from which water burbled and gurgled and more than that it was cluttered! Piles upon piles, stacks upon stacks, of metal jars and wooden crates and piles of inky black weapons were lying everywhere! It was a treasure horde or a junk yard depending on how one saw it; items littered the ground from strange odd metal contrivances to swords and armor of delicate design to heavy blacksmith mauls and rough slapped together wooden half collapsed scaffolds. Tapestries hung magnificent upon the walls or rotted in half tatters upon wall and floor like wounded shadows, long dead torches set in bright serpent cradles on blackened sections of walls glittering with gold brocade workings and everywhere mosaics shimmered and glinted with semi-precious jewels.

There was a long abandoned blacksmith forage set right in the middle of what must have originally been a rich ornate plaza and some time ago it in turn had been made over into some kind of camp as it now had tents of cloth draped over the outer workings and the foraged had been made over into a fire pit complete with a spit for roasting meat upon it. This camp in turn had been long from use as it now lay in tatters and ruins and had been apparently riffled through.

Some of the golden lights had been shattered and lay in pieces upon the floor where the now escaped liquid had ate into the pitted stone of the polished marble tiles. She looked above and saw where they had once hanged in thing black chains and realized that the ones she now saw glowing in their metal tripods had once originally hanged above over head to light the street like plazas and hallway.

“This once opulent underground hallway or street has been made over many times by many different hands. But it seems it has been a succession of degrading ruins built upon ruins from its once magnificent form.” Cora had to carefully pick her way through and around the heaps of items scattered everywhere as no clear path lay in the cluttered hallway.

She paused only briefly to exam with an expert eye on the odd light weight black metal armor with its spider thin etched intricate designs or the strange black scabbard-less metal blades as thin as a finger nail in width and only the span of two or three fingers across the blade yet some as long as her entire body! But forced herself to move on through the piles of items as she had yet to eye the prize that would make her Thule masters and Hitler smile in anything but mirthless cruelty.

She did not have far to go for the series of stair stepped plazas gave way to an enormous stone balcony which in turn looked down upon an enormous expanse of stone buildings built pueblo style stacked upon one another in a series of blocks all covered in blue glowing lichen and a haphazard madness of arched stairs and tents and wells and jumbled layers of structures hewn out of living rock and blocks of black stone some of the buildings of immense scale and brilliantly bedazzled in glittering gems others half leaning crude shelters or storage buildings lacking doors or windows but left with black open maws from which smoke seeped out of some and curled up into the dead air of the vast cavern to mingle with the large throbbing gem the size of a panzer tank which hung in a web of thin black chains and caught every light source be it the thin pale flat bluish light of the mold or the yellow radiant light of the strange burbling glass tubes and ate it and spit it out in slow glinting rays of white brilliance upon all around it.

“Wow,” Cora swallowed as she eyed the impossible gem, “that would be it… the Eldritch legendary power source; The Eye of Malachite.” Cora tore her eyes off the gem and looked back down at the smoky tendrils coming out of the city below her and frowned as the sounds of talking rose up from the maze of buildings and stone walkways beneath her. “There couldn’t be anyone still alive down here… could there?” Cora turned suddenly to gasp at the mind numbing image of an eldritch warrior approaching her in full battle array. She had already seen some of the pieces of armor and weapons up close but it failed to prepare her mind for the unnerving image of them fully implemented upon one of the ancient Eldritch its self. The creature was over eight feet tall and thin as the mighty long blade it carried in two black armored hands before it. The armor encased it from head to toe but its white colorless flesh and long white hair shown through here and there amidst the metallic joints of its habiliments just as its red glowing eyes raged at her from the shadows of its black beaked helmet.

Out of instinct at the things nearness to her she yanked out her pistols and started firing. The bullets zinged and pinned off the things armor doing more harmful threat in their ricochets to her then in any halting effect upon the approaching marching warrior. Sheathing her guns in her cleavage she dropped to the ground and tried to sweep the creature off its feet as it began to raise its long sword above its head. It was like kicking at a lamp post! Her kick stopped dead and wincing pain leapt up her right calf from the solid unyielding impact. She rolled away as the blade effortlessly cut the stone balustrade beside her as if it were cutting butter. And regained her feet just behind the tall thin black shape half lost to her in its dusk smoke like cape that was obviously designed to hide it in the shadows. She took off running.

She raced back toward the stone wall that cut off the hallway as the tall thin warrior dashed and slashed its blade slicing through the piles of rubble she vaulted rolled and flipped herself over as the blade narrowly missed her in effortless arching blurs. Again and again she summersaulted and cartwheeled past the things long dancing needle like black blade that made an ominous humming sound as it shuddered through stone wood and steel. As she approached the wall it suddenly exploded! Rock and rubble and a cloud of dust rushed toward her as she spun and dodge larger pieces of wreckage that tumbled down in a shower of sand. One of the large pieces that narrowly missed her hit the tall beak helmeted warrior full in the torso and sent him to his knees. Picking herself up from a roll Cora paused only to then throw herself aside from a crashing large piece of splintered stone which rolled back and pinned her ankle fast; her eyes darted from the kneeling warrior and the settling cloud of dust where a large hole now resided in the stone wall blocking the outer passage as she struggled in vain to free her trapped foot. There emerged from the smoky ruins of the wall several figures back lit by their own hand held lights. She squinted to make them out and gasped as one of them strode bluntly up to her, “Doctor Fiasco!”

“That’s Doctor Phil Lasco you dumb big titted slut!” The short balding stocky man snorted in his southern twang as his SS companions started opening fire with their heavy machine guns at the still kneeling warrior in black armor. The bullets ricocheted off the armor as the momentarily stunned warrior began to recover his feet. The Doctor waved the men off and they ceased firing, “that’s Eldritch armor nothing can penetrate it… allow me.” And he pulled a gas canister grenade from his tan jacket and tossed it at the feet of the now standing warrior. The grenade exploded with a pop and began to hiss its potent knock out gas into the air as the warrior started to sway slightly and Cora who was still on her backside from her sideways roll with her ankle still pinned under the large slab of rock found herself suddenly in the clouds sweet cloying sent. A boot caught her stomach and as she coughed she felt her Lugers being roughly jerked from her cleavage. She looked up with spinning vision at all the men now wearing gas masks or just finishing putting them on and then she knew no more.

When Cora awoke she found herself bound. Her hands high above her head tied to a rope that disappeared into the dark above her extended arms. Her feet were thankfully touching the ground but she could feel her naked still numb feet upon rough stone, “no boots,” she thought to herself “and that means…” She looked down at her naked breasts, “no clothes of course.” She had been stripped of her holsters, harness, and bandoleers.

It took her a few tries to get her weight off her stretched arms where she had hung in an unconscious slouch and back on her feet. Standing upright took the strain off her wrists and shoulders, “they have left my feet untied and though they have bound my wrists and then ran a rope through them and up over that metal beam they did not hoist me up off my feet. Rather shoddy work for the SS. If I can just clear my head I might be able to get out of this!”

Suddenly there was a loud thwacking sound as she felt a hand smack her naked ass hard. Cora let out an, “eeek!” gasp more out of surprise than any pain as she had assumed she had been alone in the room, the hand linger for a second on her firm round buttock before it let go as it trailed behind and joined the short fat round man as he sauntered around to where she could readily see him.

“You won’t be going anywhere, honey. So just put all those thoughts of escape out of your pretty little brainless head,” the man spoke in his slow southern drawl as he stopped before a low stone table cluttered with gems and glittering metal items. “You can’t believe the treasure in this place, but it’s like your grandmothers attic. Just scattered around with priceless relics being used for door stops.” He kicked a booted toe at something that clunked on the floor near the closed metal door hidden behind the low black stone table. A cold white light flooded in through the pane-less windows and she knew in an instant that she had been brought down to the city of black stone building she had seen from above and that the blinding light was being cast from the enormous gem hanging above them. “That gem is the real treasure though,” he picked up a black Eldritch helmet from the low table with its strange long beaked face and high crest. Fresh blood poured out from it as he tilted it. He made a face at the blood and dropped it back on the table. “These savages are just using it as a light source. Can you imagine that? Ha! Well I think Hitler will be pleased and the SS will be once again feeling more secure in its place on top of the hierarchy and you… well?” He looked up at her and shrugged.

There were distant gun shots and explosions that fell and ebbed mixing with the sound of a waterfall all of which the white noise in her head had been drowning out but which she now realized had been going on in the background as soon as she had awakened.

The man followed her twisted neck gaze to the brilliant white glare window and blew his lips in thought, “yes. There are two separate creatures down here that we have found so far. The Eldritch seem to have been engaged in some kind of genocidal war with some kind of albino hairless gorillas. Very nasty business looks like it has been going on for quite some time. We are mopping up the immediate area and waiting for reinforcements or so the commander tells me.” He shrugged and stuttered a laugh, “I leave all that violence to them. I am just an archeologist like you, eh?” And he threw back his head and laughed. He had drawn closer to her now and she could see the long white scar that ran from over his left eye down to his chin which she had given him. It made his once handsome face ugly as his left eye lid now drooped and the entire left side of his face did not move when he talked or smiled. It just remained dead. “In the meantime let’s catch-up on old times, I mean I have not seen you in what? A year, two, well since you gave me this scar.”

“That was your own fault. Your mother should have taught you how to behave yourself around a real lady,” Cora waited until she was done speaking to turn her head back from the window and its flat distant echoes of gunfire to look at the man’s patchwork face with a disimpassioned glare.

“Lady?!” He actually snorted the word. “The first time I met you, you were buck naked having a threesome with my chauffer and two of my guard dogs. My priceless jeweled Amazonian Anaconda was nestled in your thieving backpack under your pile of school clothes.”

Cora rolled her eyes, “don’t blame me if you can’t handle a real woman. You need to learn to man-up or get out of the way. And you have gotten fat! Doctor Fiasco. I am sure that can’t have helped your little oh so very little problem. I think you blamed it on the whiskey last time? More like a double scoop chocolate malt. Too bad when they ask if you want it super-sized they are only talking about your gut and not where it REALY maters, eh honey?”

He turned shaking his head. “For the last time that’s Doctor Phil Lasco, and this really will be for the last time, honey. I brought you a gift. Remember this from our time together in the Pits of Shambolah?” He carefully produced a black leather football looking pod out from behind the table and held it before her face, “they call it the Kiss of Shiva. Remember it? We lost half our porters to a room full of these things. This one I captured and sedated.” He nodded at the bright orange canister that had been inserted into the upper end of the leather wart skinned football. “The little buggers just exist to consume mammalian milk for protein and lay eggs in female hosts. A very nasty process of reducing any poor woman unfortunate enough to get caught in their paralyzing tentacles into a breeding cow until she simply expires from the constant rapes and births; as for men? Well you remember what happened to those porters, eh? Not quite the same experience for a man. All those anal rapes and its hungry suckers demanding more and more sperm. No man survives the Shiva’s Kiss embrace for long. But a woman can live for days in their clutches producing hundreds of new pods all of them maturing in hours and egger for more of the same. Not really sure which is more excruciating, the males who die in hours or the women who die in days? I have seen the results with those men and I suppose I will return in a day or two and we can compare notes, eh?” He gave her his half face dead smile and despite herself she shuddered.

“So this is it? You can’t get your small little ‘Dink the Worthless’ up for my little ‘Dale Hardon-Harbor’ yet again! Way to go ‘Flush Gordon’! You were always a disappointment. You couldn’t even get a wank right. Probably burn your ‘iddy biddy dick’ with the magnifying glass and yank out your only pub with the tweezers having mistaken it for your penis in the excitement. I mean you got one of the hottest bitches on the planet tied up buck ass naked and not a cop around for miles and horny as a school girl at her first day as the towel girl at the all-male micro-spedo swim meet and you want some plant to be your stunt fuck?! Gwad! Why do I always get the eunuch losers? The little dick no-pricks, the squat to pee dick-less wonders, the major domo baton twirler of the puny pecker parade, every time! What I wouldn’t give to just once be tied up and given a good rape by some handsome men with some decent sized schlongs for a change! You know some guys who can pound the puss for more than thirty seconds before losing their load and who are packing more than a twelve inch embarrassment of their father’s side of the family. Instead I get the ‘minute men’ spackling their shorts before they can even get their zippers down and the menacing morons who threaten you with a pinkie dink and you think you are going to pee because you are laughing so hard as they proudly wave it around with a Latin leer. Ha! The comic relief squad is what I get. And now to top it all off I get Poindexter Pinkie Prick and his trained head of cabbage at the final curtain. I bet you have somehow transmitted your impotence to that pour vegetable by handling it; nothing but coleslaw and a ‘hey babe this has never happened to me before.’ Say think you can go out there and get some of your SS stooges to give me a decent going over before you let your little wind-up toy fluffer muff the job? I mean I am sure they are as gay as hell as you are and will be pushing rope the whole time but at least they don’t have a face like a donkey’s ass and expect a cucumber to do their manly duties for them while they sit back and knit a toaster cover for their mommy-” Cora watched Phil’s face go from a sneer to eye rolls to a color not unlike burnt Haddock before he finial cut her off in a rabid explosion.

“You God Damn Fucking Bitch! You want your ass raped! You want the fuck of your life! God Damn Slut Ass Fucking Whore!” He was trying to undo his belt and yank down his pants while still holding onto the pod so that it was couched in one hand up against his face and realizing it he quickly and carefully set the pod down on the ground before launching back into his rage and violent de-pantsing. “Manners girl! Decent up bringing is what kept me from time and again taking advantage of your oft drunken or naked bound state that I would always find you in! Manners-”

“Oh for Gwad’s sake stop the yapping and let’s see that cock!” Cora shouted at the man still violently yanking at his zipper and belt. He glared at her as he fumbled with the stuck zipper. “I bet it looks like something one would snag with a tooth pick out of cocktail sauce.” His face was now the color of spilled wine and he gave up on the stuck zipper and returned to yanking his belt open and just pulling his pants down entirely. “Here little boy,” she made kissing sounds with her puckered lips. “Here little fella, don’t be afraid. You think you can find it under all those rolls of fat Fiasco? Want me to go get your tweezers and magnifying glass from your blow-up sheep kit?”

“There bitch! There! Huh! What do you think of that?” He had finally managed to yank his khaki trousers down around his booted ankles and his large tent boxer shorts down around his knees. He Quickly grabbed his erect ten inch pecker which was as purple as his face and started jerking on it in a hurry to get it as hard and full as possible as she looked at it with bored dead pan eyes, but it was already as engorged  as it would get. As thin as two or three fingers in span and about as long as a wrist to forefinger, commonly known as a ten-by-two or 10x2. Every new girlfriend’s crushing disappointment and sad deep internal sigh of bitter injustice to the Goddess Aphrodite, ‘why me?’

“What? Were you the runt of the litter? Maybe I am being cruel. Let’s wait until you get it hard. You can get it hard can’t you? You know what let’s just do the cabbage thing. No seriously, just put your pants back on because hon you are just embarrassing yourself here. I mean I knew you were small and you had that whole ‘can’t get it up’ problem and now with all that lard you put on well that must not be helping and yeah, let’s just put that little thing away before it gets hurt and try the mutant football.”

The man was shaking with fury now and he almost tripped as he moved toward her what with his pants shackling his ankles and his shorts now twisted up around his shins. He regained his balance and was forced to shuffle up to her which made her laugh. “You God Damn Slut! You little cock teasing bitch! You are always shaking your ass and tits in everyone’s face and then disappearing behind the curtains to fuck some pair of guys at a party or you get up from the table and one of the waiters was down there eating your snatch through the whole damn meal with half the damn leaders of the world there! How many times have you embarrassed me with your uncontrollable sexcapades? How many times have I returned to my rooms only to find myself locked out and you in there screaming in ecstasy with half the bellboys tied up and the room looking like a circus tent on fire! And always I had to bear the brunt of your antics bow low and apologize to the powers that be. But not now! My little pupil, now I will rape that succulent ass of yours as I have so wanted to do so many times in the past. Now I will have both my revenge and my desire!”

“Hmmm, what? Sorry I wasn’t listening. Say Fiasco is there an ‘R’ in the month?” Cora had stopped laughing and was now frowning at the man leering into her face.

“What?” He was instantly confused and she realized he must be full of self-doubt relying entirely on his rage to fuel his lustful desires as her tirade against his member had him undoubtedly worried he would not be able to do what he so desperately wanted to do and that was rape her until she was fucked silly. And they both were aware that he did not have the stamina or the equipment to do that by any stretch of the imagination. “What do you mean? What are you blabbering about now?”

“Only that this may not be the month for eating clams!” She instantly lashed out her legs and locked her tan long thighs about his head in a scissor vise grip and yanked him forward off balance. With his feet bound by his own pants and shorts he could not get enough leverage as the two swung this way and that as she savagely smashed her hairy corn silk pussy into his face smothering him. He struggled but could only smack his fists against her thighs and buttocks in glancing blows as she twisted them both this way and that as he pivoted on is tip toes unable to right himself and gain any advantage. But spinning on the rope and with the dead weight of his body she could not support him long enough for him to black out. He fell from her grasp onto the floor coughing and wheezing as she now raised up her legs so that her feet where against the ceiling and she strained every muscle in her body against the biting rope around her wrists. As she had guessed the rope was not the new acrylic fibers she had been using for the past few years since Lasco and his old dyed in the wool ways had left the Thule society and joined the SS as their top archeologist. The rope was of hemp and long past needing to be replaced. Typical of the SS, penny pinching at the bottom and blowing millions at the top! The rope frayed against her straining quivering thighs and arching back until with her heart pounding in her ears the rope popped and she fell back breathless upon the ground.

He made a lunge at her then having just regained his feet and she spun and jackknifed both her feet into a full pike kick into his chest and he fell backward as she continued to struggle out of her bleeding wrist bonds and crouched ready to receive a second attack from the man. But the second attack never came. In the dim light of the room something small and metallic rolled up against her knee and she looked down to see it was the orange cylinder which had previously been inserted into the inert pod. She looked up to see Dr. Fiasco laying half on his back raising himself up with his pants still around his boots and fuming at her as his eyes fell from her face down to that rolling cylinder that now rolled back to clink against his boots. His eyes went wide and all anger left his face as he looked down and saw in the thick dusty dark that the pod was firmly between his knees. He shrieked as it began to open.

Cora did not wait for what would happen next but lurching to her bare feet she rushed past the scrambling man while still working at the ropes binding her bleeding wrists. He grabbed at her legs but then screamed as the tentacles wrapped themselves around his legs and they went numb robing him of any purchase to drag her back to him or him along with her. She gave her leg a yank from his stiffing grip and decided against landing a kick at his shadowy body and simply made her way to the closed metal door and pressed on one side so that it pivoted in the middle and slid though the side opening. She turned to push the door closed and then raced back inside and grabbed her weapons and holsters and bandoleers off the low stone table and tried desperately not to look at the screaming shadowy sight out of the corner of her eye as she raced back out hoarsely whispering over her shoulder. “I’ll just put a ‘don not disturb sign’ on the door for you two love birds, right?” And she was back outside under the bluish glare of the large gem above.

Cora moved away from the small stone building with its now shut metal door from which muffled shuddering screams and an odd rasping wet rhythmic sound emerged and made her way over to a stone short wall that ran alongside of an arched stone bridge that lead out of the small plaza she was in and began to saw her bindings on the coarse stone edging.

The ropes snapped and she moved away from the open area looking around her into closed and open door ways of hundreds of stone buildings that towered around her until she was pressed back into the shadows of the plazas dead end. Here with her head on a swivel she stepped into her harness and checked her pistols. She had lost several of the items she had stored in her bandoleers leather straps and pockets. No doubt removed to be looked over as she had hung unconscious and probably back in that dark room still on the table or knocked to the dusty stone floor. She looked down along her right to the distant room’s metal door and shuddered. She was not going back into there. She would just have to make do with her two pistols and a few extra clips. As such she had no real need for her bandoleers and tossed them onto the ground before her. That left her only clothing as the twin holsters for her Lugers which ran tightly across her crotch and buttocks and thighs.  She didn’t care about her clothes but she would miss her boots. She looked again over at the door and took one hesitant step when she heard a sudden blood curdling shriek emanating from the open window of the distant single room building and she bit her lip and thought. ‘I can always buy another pair of boots,’ and quickly made her way across the small narrow stone bridge over the bubbling water of the falls into the next plaza.

The next plaza was large and spacious covering several hundreds of meters and directly above it hung the enormous glowing gem. Reaching the plaza she once again heard the distant sharp flat echo of fire arms and the odd rumble of explosives. The ground was less congested and littered with refuse as it had been on the distant balcony above or as it had been in the smaller plaza she had just vacated. The stone work here was well done with several hints of the tiles being once very decorated but now worn almost smooth. She did not like being out in the well-lit open space with only her two custom Lugers and a few spare clips of ammo with towering rows upon rows of adobe like blocks of buildings all around her. She moved slowly despite an instinct to race across the plaza to the nearest dark doorway less she run tits first into something nasty wither it be SS goons or an Eldritch horror.

There were the shattered ruminates of a large stone broad staircase to her left at the far end of the plaza that looked more promising and inviting than all the smaller arched or spiral stone staircases leading up all around her to the various levels in a haphazard maze. She made her way cautiously toward it keeping an eye on the rushing river and its stone wharfs lined with rotted wooden casks and strange metal urns now on her left and cursed at the dull roar of the waterfall behind her that though now more distant than it had been in the smaller plaza was still making her ears ring with white noise and making the plaza in places still a bit slippery with foam spray.

The water of the boiling river seemed oddly dark as it rolled past her and out of instinct she moved farther and farther away from its white cock plume spray and foamed swirling surface toward the center of the plaza as she kept the shattered remains of the ancient stone stair case dead center of her cautious movements. With each steady stride she began to realize the immense size of the stair case and now could make out massive statues of metal and stone lining its irregular collapsed rise. Still she was certain it would be of no great effort for her to mount the stairs and make her way over its collapsed parts up to the higher levels it promised. She definitely wanted to get out of the pit of the city proper and back up to the higher levels where she would feel at less of a disadvantage in a sudden attack or from being spied upon and perhaps ambushed.

All thoughts of the giant overhead gem and its acquisition had been replaced with ideas of getting back to her own airship and guiding it and its two man crew back to the fissure above and using them to try and recover the gem. But that would mean dealing with the SS and the sudden unexpected Eldritch.  Though from the increasing sounds of fire arm reports emanating from the head of the mountain of stairs the two might be doing that last bit for her!

How many men had Dr. Fiasco brought with him? He never traveled without a body guard of at least twenty SS men, not since that bit with the Americans in Brazil. She was sure he would have radioed for more support as soon as he entered the ruins and then radioed for more again when he saw the gem its self. The SS would be racing men here to ensure it was their hands that held the gem. Though one could never know wither the SS would hand it over to Hitler for fifteen minutes of fame or keep it for themselves?

As she neared the base of the towering stair case and realized it would be an Everest assault to climb the shattered broken parts she suddenly saw a small group of SS guards in a fire fight with an Eldritch warrior far across the plaza and down one of the many shadowy side tunnel like walkways which she had been purposely avoiding.

She hesitated a moment and then giving the looming imposing stair case one last look rapidly made her way to the distant flash of fire arms and the flat echoing report of battle. She reached the tunnel like side street radiating off the open plaza quickly despite her enormous breasts lurching her upper body this way and that as she jogged. How many times as a young girl had she reached a single hand in front of her waist and pulled down hard on her shirt front to try and keep her mighty jugs from leaping about in her face as she had found the need to unexpectedly run in some day to day aspect of life? There was no shirt to assist her this time and her mighty melons yo-yoed violently and ripped the breath right out of her lungs as she paused feeling a bit dizzy and a little light headed and giggled despite herself after her run across the open courtyard her whole upper body tingling from the jog.

The young woman caught her breath and with both pistols drawn she cautiously inched into the dark recess of the shadowy tunnel by-way drilled through two large stone buildings and their piles of brothers stacked up like boxes upon them. The side street seemed peaceful now and she could make out several figures lying splayed upon the heavily shadowed mossy paved ground.

She paused at the first one; an SS solider sliced from collar bone to pelvis in one long deep gash. She scavenged some of his ammo but left off looting the rest of his fresh corpse in face of the gore and blood seeping rapidly over every inch of the man.

She pulled back from the body just as another SS guard fell back from an open door way and backed his way towards her eyeing the way he had just come. She moved up rapidly behind him sheathing one of her Lugers in her firm pert jiggling cleavage and thrust her knee into the back of his knee. He fell straight down and would have fallen on his face but that she grabbed him firmly with her free hand reaching around in front of his waist and squeezing tight his surprised nut sack while shoving her Luger barrel into his temple. She continued to squeeze his ball sack as she whispered in his startled ear, “be a good boy and cough for me.” He dropped his weapon and then after a few seconds coughed.

“Good. Now unless you want the next cough to include spitting your nuts out of your mouth you had better listen closely to what I have to say and answer me truthfully. Understood?” She squeezed his nuts harder and the man winced and his cheeks sucked in as he nodded vigorously. “Good. I was worried my German had gotten rusty. Now sweetheart, what have you bad boys been doing here?”

He sputtered and she added grinding her palm into his small dick as well as squeezing his nuts and smiled as his dick began to swell up and get hard as he cleared his throat and kept trying to speak coherently. “We had secured the area when suddenly the Eldritch returned with large glowing white worms. Maggots really that soaked up our bullets and tore through our ranks. The perimeter fell and the Eldritch seemed intent on taking the building ahead from us.”

“Why?” He was fully erect now and she had left off squeezing his nuts to an over hand sliding of her hand up and down over his tight pant covered member. He hesitated and she increased the speed and urgency of her stroking of his imprisoned cock.

“We found some kind of device. We think it has something to do with the large gem that hovers above us in its chains.” The young man’s throat tightened and his head looked straight up as he gasped. She smacked him across the temple with her gun butt just before he could climax.

“Sorry hon never on the first date. Sweet dreams sugar,” Cora let the unconscious body slide face first to the ground with a loud smack and stood up retrieving her other Luger from between her breasts. “Hmm, so the Eldritch have some kind of control room for the giant crystal. That makes sense. I wonder why I had not thought of that before.” She made her way past the bodies of SS and Eldritch and into a small plaza with a fountain and the large white corpse of a dead worm riddled with thousands of bullet holes and up and through the large double metal doors into the large singular standing tower set in the small plaza’s center.

The spiral metal staircase of the tower proved to be piled with corpses of SS Eldritch and some kind of muscular white hairless ape like creature that she was forced to clamber over and wiggle around until she made the upper floor.

Here she gingerly stepped over the same mix of bodies until she reached the lone control panel set in the center of the intricately etched room. A lone Eldritch warrior lay half slumped with his white long fingered ungloved hand holding a gem half inserted into the panel. Cora pushed the dead hand away and eyed the panel.

“Hmm, looks like he was trying to initiate some kind of self-destruct sequence for the giant crystal and died just before he could press in the triggering gem.” Cora pressed a few different gemstones and the metal wall slide away revealing the giant blue gem glowing before her. She walked over to the window and stared at the gem and then looked down at the approach of a squad of SS men tramping in column toward the towers base.

Cora’s mind filled with images of her past of her father of her mother lying dead in the smoking wreckage of their car of the world as it was and what it would be if Hitler got his hands on the gem and she returned to the panel and pressed the triggering gem into the panel until it clicked into place. Outside the window the giant gem began to turn red and crack and its light ebbed and flowed and a loud humming noise began to cause all the buildings to shudder and shake as large pieces of stone began to fall from the caverns roof above smashing into the ground below pulverizing all around it.

The two crew men of the experimental dirigible stood in their tight leather uniforms and looked out across the desert at the large plume of smoke rising up like a mushroom and muttered to each other as they tugged uneasily at their experimental fire arms leather shoulder straps. Then they made out a lone figure, tiny at first, and disappearing again and again behind rises and falls in the desert floor but then it reappeared quiet suddenly in front of them. It was their commander, Cora Loft buck naked except for her hand gun holsters and her pair of custom Lugers they contained. She walked past them with a grim tired smile, “repairs?”

The two men saluted and snapped an answer in unison. “All repairs completed. Ship at sixty-nine percent capability, Captain!”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go home, boys. Oh and once we are aloft, set her on automatic pilot and come to my cabin for er, debriefing.” Cora sauntered into the ship her hips rolling sensually as she tossed a blue gem stone fragment up and down in her hand.

 Both men looked at one another and smiled broadly and shouted in unison, “Yes mam!” as they snapped another salute and rushed into the ship behind their captain.

 

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THE TEEN AVENGER in NOW IT BEGINS

Gigi Kupps, was your normal eighteen year old girl. Fresh faced with a mop of coal black shoulder length hair that often cascaded across her pale gray eyes that shone with a feckless brilliance from behind her coke bottle thick lenses of her black framed glasses. She had a heart shaped face with a small pointed chin and thick naturally red pillow lips that spent most of their time in a half gritting anxious grimace under her freckled small button nose. She was somewhat short in stature being just less than five feet in height and cursed with what she perceived as ‘frog legs’. That being that her upper thighs were disproportionally thick in comparison to her calves, but in fact this was all in her mind, and the illusion of her thick thighs was due entirely to her full firm bubble butt which jutted out and which no one but her conceived a thought of as being an ‘elephant’s ass!’

Her full womanly hips were well proportioned to her full bosom which rode above her narrow wasp waist at an astounding full buxom double GG-cup that in fact spilled out of that bra size and threatened to snap it at any sneeze but was the largest off the hanger bra she had been able to find which still fit her small narrow back. Her breasts were both large, firm, with pert always erect puffy areolas and thick thumb sized baby bottle nipples that poked up under every and any garment she wore despite her bra’s thick foam cups. She only owned two bras as they were very expensive in that size and since they fit so tightly and uncomfortably and kept snapping their taught strained straps at the most inopportune times she had become accustomed to just forego the troublesome article of clothing and walk the world bra-less letting her firm full jugs jiggle and bounce freely. This and her complete unawareness of her womanly charms made her quiet the attraction when she ventured innocently forth to the mall or grocery store or to the park to sit and read in the shade of the hundred year oaks.

Gigi liked to read a lot. She was very smart. Well book smart. She could postulate endlessly on all sorts of esoteric data but she was perplexed and frustrated by the most common of day to day occurrences which she would angrily fume at and deride. She was happy to be alone with her books and thoughts and seldom enjoyed the company of others for any great length of time despite her own charming wit and banter. Come to think of it, Gigi Kupps was not your normal eighteen year old girl at all. And after this current fateful day in the park under the hundred year oaks she would be even less normal than the sex bomb geek already was!

“Zorack-Tor you have been found guilty of the most heinous perverse sexual crimes known to sentient life in over a dozen galaxies. What have you to say before your doom is passed?”

The floating blue-purple head of Zorack-Tor looked around him at the circle of other blue-purple floating severed heads and raised an eyebrow, “you got to be kidding me! What is the point of being a god like being if you can’t have a little fun? Besides what are you going to do to me? I am just as immortal and invulnerable as you lot! Go ahead do your worse! But hurry it up I have a tee off time at a quarter past.”

“Impertinent to the last! Very well Zorack-Tor we your brethren hereby strip you of all your powers!” There were flashes of lightning bolts zapping into Zorack-Tor’s giant floating blue-purple head and he began to make whooping noises not unlike a rubber dog being swung around by its tail as his large bulbous head stretched this way and that. Eventually the balloon stretching sounds ended and the smoking listless tongue lolling head of Zorack-Tor floated on its side with half lidded eyes.

Zorak-Tor pulled his tongue back into his mouth and shook his head as the top of his cranium ballooned up this way and that with odd stretching noises. “Hey! You took all my powers?! You aren’t supposed to do that! You have never ever done that before! What gives bros? I mean come on a jokes a joke but hey!”

“You brought this on yourself Zorak-Tor. You have been warned countless times that your sexual perversions would not be tolerated any longer.”

Zorak-Tor rolled his eyes, “party poopers. Alright I get it. So when do I get my powers back?”

“That depends entirely on you and the completion of your reformation.”

“Er, wha?”

“Zorak-Tor for your lustful sexual crimes against the females of countless galaxies and your sexual perverse male chauvinist attitudes to all creatures inherently female you are here by ordered to be sentenced to the planet Earth where you will assist a female of our choosing by giving to her what powers of our own which we now loan to you for this means to help her fight crime on her own world. You will not be able to use these powers we will loan you but only be able to channel them into her as she needs them. You are charged to help her in all ways possible to fight against the criminal element of her world and to be held responsible to protect her from any harm or damage in these endeavors. When and only when you have proved yourself to have helped this girl to fulfill this destiny and labor against the criminal males who so like yourself deride and sexually harass the women of their world and assist her in putting them behind bars will we consider your sentence completed and your parole earned.”

“What have you been smoking?”

“You shall be bound to this ring.” A ring suddenly appeared and with it a transparent globe around Zorack-Tor’s floating head.

“Hey!”

The transparent globe rapidly shrunk down squeezing Zorack-Tor’s head until it was small enough to fit into the gem of the ring and passed into the gem so that up from the hovering ring one could see Zorack-Tor’s squished face pressed up against the large faucets of the gem. “This is most uncomfortable,” Zorack-Tor’s muffled now high pitched voice complained.

“Get used to it as from now on that will be your prison cell until you have completed your sentence. Remember you are to help the girl with what powers we have loaned you contained inside this ring. You will be held accountable for equipping her with the powers she needs when she needs them. The powers will be temporary and after a few minutes will return to the ring where it will be some time before they will be available for you to give to her again. So choose wisely. The ring its self that is now your prison is invulnerable and as such she will be invulnerable as well as long as she wears it upon her person.”

Suddenly a tall tan blonde woman appeared floating in the circle next to the ring. “WOW! Who is the babe?”

“That, person is the Earth woman we have selected for you to bestow your powers on. She is both pure in heart and mind and body. She is noble and self-sacrificing in duty and persona and honor. She is demur in thought and deed seeking no reward or advancement from her actions.”

“Hmm, that bit about pure of body sounds boring.” Zorak-Tor pressed his eye ball up against the gem in the ring as if he were peering through a key hole and then rubbed his forehead against the gem with balloon squelching noises before pressing his eye back up against the inside of the ring. “Hard to make her out from in here maybe you ought to zap her in here for a good going over for an hour or two? Or let me out, you know let us get acquainted.”

“Until you have completed your penitence you cannot leave the ring.”

“Then just how the blazes am I supposed to you know, er, help this babe?” Zorak-Tor still could not get a good look at the floating image of the woman as the ring kept rotating in space as she did.

“When you first meet her you will appear from the ring as an astro-projection image culled from her subconscious mind. So that she will except you and trust you in your mutual quest. Now we will close the ring.” The clear glass of the ring began to slowly become a dark red.

“Hey, I’m going blind here!” Zorak-Tor screamed from within his impregnable prison cell.

“Remember Zorack-Tor, her virtue is yours to safe guard. She is not to be blemished or stained in the slightest or you will be severely punished.”

“Punished? How? You may have stripped me of my powers but I am still an invulnerable entity just like yourselves. So what can you do?” Zorack-Tor stuck out his tongue and blew splattering the inside of the darkening gem.

“How about giving you an itch on the end of your now insubstantial body’s nose which you can never scratch for all of eternity?”

“Huh?!” Zorak-Tor’s eyes bulged and his brow began to sweat as his image continued to fade rapidly out of sight. “Ah, yeah so er, how am I supposed to find this chick?”

“All that needs to be done will be done.” And with that the ring soared out of the circle of large floating heads and zoomed through the cosmos with Zorak-Tor’s muffled high pitched scream in tow. The floating heads looked at the lanky tall sun tan blonde slowly spinning before them, “bitch has a nice shitter.”

Gigi Kupps made her way through the park and stepped off the walkway over the black wire shin high fencing past the ‘keep off the grass’ signs and up the gentle slope to sit down and lean her back against her favorite oak tree. She pulled a book out of her bulging back pack and gave her serene sunny surroundings one last look before adjusting her eye glasses and opening her large hardback book to its large bookmark. She owned a Kindle, in fact two, but reading a Kindle in a park in the midday sun was paramount to traveling to Paris and walking into a McDonalds for a hamburger.

Gigi pressed her hand over the large page of her open book smoothing it unnecessarily and looked at the large bookmarker. It was a long plastic bookmarker with the photo image of an erect penis on it with inches on one side and metric on the other and the penis was over eleven and a half inches in length and several inches thick and it bore the inscription on it, “every girl’s got to dream big!”

She gazed for a while at the penis bookmarker and smiled. Gigi was a very, very horny girl. She was always horny and thought about sex constantly. She wasn’t sure if this was normal or not but she liked to think it was. Her love life was a disaster. She seemed to only meet two kinds of boys; nerdy ones who loved books and video games and weird art films like she did but who had little penises that never seemed to emerge from their tented fortresses behind their dress slack zippered walls, and more handsome boys who were dumb as a box full of rocks who lusted after her but also had little penises which popped out of their pants non-stop. Gigi liked to feel ‘full’ down there when she had sex. She needed it to be jammed pack with plenty more waiting in the wings as she got nice and lubed and warmed up and things started to get all crazy and nice. Her small apartment was full of very large dildos she ordered from the internet which she wrote detailed reviews about as well as writing several newsletter/blogs under various pseudomonades exhorting the healthiness of young women who needed large cocks to ‘achieve’ or orgasm. The responses she got in the comment section seemed to support her general theory that most women agreed with her but tended to just except what they got when they finally got a fumbling hand down there after a long boring evening and so-so dinner for some real fun only to sigh and give their best golf clap polite smile at the little pecker already half way to sploosh down time in the palm of their disappointed cupped half empty hand.

Gigi reluctantly put the bookmarker away behind some pages of her book (she had designed the bookmarker herself and made them on her computer at home and sold them on one of her blogs for twenty dollars apiece. She had sold hundreds of them over the past six months.) And reached for her book bag and adjusted it behind her back so she could lower herself slightly so her knees where wide spread. Gigi liked this position; lying on her back with the massive tree swaying its shadows about her and her back pack adding to the cushioning feeling at her back. She was wearing her regular summer sun dress which was of very light sheer material, a one piece matter with a zipper on the side under the left arm so she could put it on and take it off herself. The skirt fell to just above her knee and when she sat like this on her curved supported back with her book on her lap across her raised knees the dress would stretch across her wide outspread legs and expose her always naked never shaved pussy to the warm embrace of the sun.

She liked that. Feeling the warm fingers of the sun stroke her pussy as her upper body lay in the dappled tossing cool shade and she read her book getting hornier and hornier until she could take it no more and she would slip one of her dildos out of her book bag and right there under her special tree she would toy herself silly.

She looked forward to that but paused now and lowered her book and pulled the hem of her stretched skirt down a bit so she could peek between her upraised knees. Sure enough they were there. The four old men who would come racing to the park bench down on the walkway directly across from her arguing and fighting over the one pair of binoculars they always brought so they could stare at her naked sun tanned pussy while she read her book. She didn’t like dirty perverted old men like them. They must hover at their windows in the brownstones all summer long waiting to see if she would walk by with her sundress on and her book bag/backpack in tow and then race to the park to leer at her exposed sex while she read her book. It disgusted her. Still it also turned her on; she couldn’t deny that men peeping at her all through her life had always been a huge secret turn on of hers. You didn’t own a body like hers and not get used to men staring at you morning noon and night and many of them went to rather comical degrees to get more revealing views of her body. Now that she was eighteen she felt a womanly right to expose her gifts as she felt fit regardless of moral or lawful constraints. It was the hypocrisy that disgusted her. Not that those four old geezers would sit down there for hours fighting over the binoculars to peep at her naked pussy but that when she ignored them and reached for her large dildo and pleasured herself not one of them was man enough to walk up that slope and offer his withered old cock to her! Humph! No they would stare and droll and pop little pathetic bumps in their Dacron trousers but they would squirm there all day in the boiling heat of the direct sunlight with legs scissor crossed and cheeks sucked in against the pain of their erections and when she left they would lower their hats to cover their embarrassment and nod and shower her with complements of the day. Disgusting!

She watched them now at the bottom of the slight hill fighting and arguing over the sole pair of binoculars. They were completely unaware that she knew they were peeping at her and that she knew they were waiting not only for the elbow jostling precious view of her naked snatch but for the big show! When she pulled out her large dildo and gave herself a furious good bang before going home for the day. She watched them from her reclining position the peepers unaware they were being peeped upon and she frowned at them. “Dirty old men. Don’t they have anything better to do than look up some young girl’s skirt all day? And to sit there hatless because they have their hats in their laps trying to hide their little shames in that broiling sun all day. It’s a wonder they don’t all come down with heat stroke! Such fools and at their age too! Think they would know better… hmm, what’s this?” Gigi caught the approach of the long legged tan blonde goddess of the park. She was some goodie two shoes who worked at the local hospital all lean long limbs with small firm perky tits and a round little tight butt who jogged in the park on her summer days off. Her long tanned limbs were gracefully propelling her along the pathway, her long golden pony tail swaying from side to side as her i-pod white ear bud wires danced over her pistoning slim shoulders. Her bright blue eyes shimmered as she ran ignoring the world around her in easy leaping smooth effortless strides. Gigi hated the woman.

Well she didn’t really know the woman and she was sure she was a nice person and all. But she still hated her. She was everything Gigi wasn’t and wished she was. She had that long thin super model build and cover girl face and went around doing everything nice and perfect and serene and graceful and Gigi just hated her. Her nose would automatically cringe up and wrinkle on her face whenever she caught a glimpse of the woman. And right there! That was why! The four men saw the blonde goddess approaching now and stopped fighting to stand up in half bows with hats snatched off their crotches and tipped at their balding heads as she gazelled up to them. “I got my fucking pussy on full display here and they are ignoring me to tip their hats at some flat chested butt-less rail thin stick girl who is wearing sweats and a sweat shirt! Gwad! It’s got to be nearly seventy-eight degrees out already and she is wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt sweating like a pig and everyone smiles at her! Ugh! Life is not fair!” Gigi gritted her teeth and pulled her legs together and leaned them to one side so as to hide her pussy from any happen chance view of the woman who was now jogging in front of the bowing smiling old men.

“Where is the justice in this world?” Gigi hissed and just then there was a flash of light and the ground directly in front of the blonde goddess exploded! Gigi froze and then sat bolt upright as she watched the four old men disentangle themselves from one another as they lay draped across the park bench and then clamored and rushed about the dazed blonde woman who was half lying on her back with a hand clamped to her head. The men got her to her feet and in a mad burble walked her off to the nearest park exit.

Gigi blinked and then got to her feet and walked down the hill to the pathway. There on the opposite side of the tarmac of the pathway the ground was gouged up but not more than what a child could have done with a hand trowel in the garden while helping its mother. She frowned at the shallow hole and then looked along the pathway into the shade of the whispering trees where she could see the four men and the woman and now a police officer talking on his shoulder mounted walkie as all five men tried to insist upon holding up the still dazed woman who seemed to be getting a bit miffed at their groping attentions.

“Guess it’s not all fun and games even for a blonde park goddess,” Gigi smirked and then found a twig and began poking into the hole in the green sward of the park. There was something there alright. She kneeled down and dug with her fingers. It was a ring!

She gave a short laugh at that unexpected find and then palmed the item and gave another look in the direction of the heavily shadowed pathway where now the five men were once again escorting the blonde woman away toward the nearest gated park exit.  Gigi tossed the ring up into the air several times wondering if the ring had somehow fell off the woman when the ground had exploded and since when does the ground just explode like that? She started off after the small disappearing group but then suddenly remembered her book bag/back pack up on the hill and her book and retraced her steps back up to the old oak tree and when she got there lost all energy for racing after the woman and her entourage in this growing heat and cloudless sun.

She saw the woman regularly in the park or around it. If it is her ring then she could return it the next time she saw her. After all it was her day off from her part-time summer job and she wasn’t going to waste it rushing about after some stranger who may or may not be the owner of the ring.

She sat down on the grass and re-arranged her book bag as a pillow for her back and slouched down with her legs spread wide once again and felt the sun immediately begin toying with her exposed pussy. She rolled the ring around her fingers eyeing it. It was most peculiar in design and rather heavy and inelegant for the blonde goddess not her taste at all. She was certain of that. Too clunky and manly, really too old school Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany’s for that squeaky clean bone thin blonde. She slid the ring on her finger and felt a wave of tingling pleasure surge through her body. “Oh my!”

Suddenly hovering above her outstretched legs was a giant blue-purple penis! She blinked at it and then it spoke, “Ah, hello? Are you there? I can’t see shit! Can you see or hear me yet? I take it the ring has found you because I have stopped spinning around an up-chucking all over my new pad.”

“Ahhhhh, hello?” Gigi pulled down the stretched hem of her sundress so she could get a better look at the hovering blue and purple penis.

“Oh great you’re there! I was actually starting to get a little concerned. Can you see me? That is can you see my metaphysical manifestation of me? I should be like right in front of you.”

“Uh, yeah.” Gigi reached out and touched the warm throbbing floating erection. “I can see and feel you.” She giggled.

“Weird I can’t see you at all. What am I? Don’t I have eyes or anything?”

“Can’t you feel that?” She stroked the huge phallus and then grabbed it with both hands and pulled it down closer to her body.

“Uh. No. I can’t feel a thing. But then only you can see and interact with me. I thought I would be able to see you but something must be wrong here. What exactly am I? I am supposed to be some kind of subconscious doohickey from your mind so you won’t be afraid of me.”

“You mean you can’t see or feel me?” Gigi pulled down her shoulder straps of her sundress releasing mammoth boobs and began to slide the large throbbing erection and its attached hairless nut sack between her breasts as she licked and nibbled on the baseball sized head of the cock. “My subconscious eh? Well you are a vase of daffodils.” Gigi murmured as she nuzzled the soft warm cock head against her chin and pumped it faster between her breasts which she squeezed tight with her biceps.

“Vase of flowers… great. Should have expected something like that. Well hold onto your knickers kid because I have quite a story for you.”

Gigi looked down and aside her body to make sure she was not wearing any panties and shrugged and went back to licking on her cock lollipop.

“Okay,” the large penis cleared its throat and she noticed that if she put the cock head in her mouth its small voice become muffled so she began to move it in and out of her drooling mouth and listened to it change in volume smiling at the effect and then raise an eyebrow and moved the head to her hungry pussy. “Now I am a superior being from well doesn’t matter where but I was sent here to assist you in the fight against crime. Now I know you may not have previously envisaged a career as a super heroine crime fighter but sometimes these things are just thrust upon you.”

“Oh thrust up in me… oh” she liked the way the sound tingled in her pussy when the cock was talking inside of her and she worked the large purple cock furiously in and out of her pussy as her hips began to rise up off the ground and corkscrew in the air.

“Yes thrust upon you. You know sometimes it is not easy to hear you are you driving through a tunnel or something. There seems to be quiet the echo here? Maybe this works like a cell phone connection? Anyway where was I?”

“Thrusting up in me-OH!”

“Right! So now ready or not you are a super hero and all that jazz and the sooner we get started the better so any questions before I tune into the local police ban and zap you some powers?”

“Only one. Can you make the vase of flowers BIGGER?”

 

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The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. Once again I throw one of Mr. X’s great creations over a shoulder and abscond into the misty woods. And once again I have absolutely no idea what I am doing! I ‘think’?! Mr. X is working on a comic for this character as I write but as of yet there is no stat page and only a few ‘walk-on’s’ on the free site, so I am flying blind here again, and all the usual apologies for leading things a stray, ring the baleful moan of desecrated church bells, but what the hell the moon is bright and full and the blue mist tangles the wine dark trees and there is a howling to be heard in the distance and a growling in the briar break below and baby it is far too late now for us to turn and go.  Rook.

WOLF WOMAN in FULL MOON MADNESS

Wolf Woman awoke slowly and shook her mass of coal black locks out of her blinking dark eyes as reticent strands stubbornly clung to her wet thick pillow lips and threatened to tangle in her large loop gold earrings. She wiggled her small nose and breathed a sigh of relief to feel her black eye mask with its large eye cutouts was still securely in place.

She also was ‘securely’ in place. Tied, she wiggled her opulent body, expertly tied. Her wrists were bound. A cruel thick rope twined with what looked like a thin re-enforcing wire was crossed over her black arm bracers binding her forearms fast. These in turn were held aloft of her head by a large steel shipping hook being passed through the opening of her entwined arms just under the mass of knotted rope at her wrists. The hook was attached to a steel cable which disappeared into the dark rafters of the large warehouse.

She looked down from the large hook where her wrists were slipped over like the trussed up legs of a chicken waiting for the pot and felt the sweat of the confined warehouse beading at her slim black throat band, it must be well past mid-day and the still confines of the shuttered storage building was becoming stifling under the Mexican equatorial sun. There was a small transmitter in the tight thin band she wore around her neck but it had to be pressed to be activated and held to transmit her voice and with her hands bound above her outstretched arms there was little she could do to make use of it.

She pushed her head through her taught arms and looked down the front of her body and could see her massive triple HHH cup breasts round and full and was surprised to note the tell-tale sign of the biting lip indentation of her super heroine costume top. The top was of a bronze patina of simple demi-cup design worn without shoulder straps with a single thin band stretching across her narrow back. The left cup was stamped with the golden paw of the wolf an ancient Olmec symbol predating the Aztecs and Mayans. It denoted the highest rank of a warrior race lost to time and was only worn by those who had mastered its forgotten grappling martial arts. The mark of the white paw was worn by one who was still learning the techniques and the black paw by one who had mastered them and the gold paw by one who had then went on their vision quest and returned.

Upon her lower body Wolf Woman wore her famous high cut G-string. Also of a bronze-brown shiny material and also stamped with the image of the golden wolf’s paw. This garment rode high up on her full round hips and was wide in the front but keeping with ancient traditions of the lost ‘Desert Wolf Tribe’ it came to a very thin sliver when it approached the groin and was little more than a string when it passed over the genitals, where again it rose up her back side as nothing but a string through her firm round butt cheeks and connected back to the narrow waist band of the garment.  This string split Wolf Woman’s pubic mound and her plump pussy lips would ride on either side of the garments tight grinding grip and thus were easily on full view at all times. Wolf Woman countered this public display of her neither lips by always walking with her thighs close together and habitually stood with her knees crossed this in turn created much talk among the older women of Wolf Woman’s old world modesty and grace and bashful puritan charm. Wolf Woman however just liked the way her rubbing thighs increased the garments stimulating nature and kept her sense sharp and her motor revving!

Upon her lower legs Wolf Woman wore a pair of flat sandals with thin bands that wrapped up her well-shaped calves. Since she was currently standing on her tip toes because of the pull of the rope that bound her wrists and she was wishing she was in heels as to take some of the strain off her stretched body! But as it was her ‘flats’ were the perfect shoe for her aggressive fighting style of wrestling moves that she used against both her criminal opponents and those foolish enough to face her in matches in the ring! Besides standing at 6’2” in her bare feet adding any heels added to that tended to put most of the Mexican populace at an embarrassing boob level to her lithe frame. And she had enough trouble getting people’s attention in crisis situations without the machismo laden males fixated upon her massive mams!

 This then was Wolf Woman’s basic costume. She also had another variation that she wore where the golden wolf paw prints were cut out of the golden cloth of the bra and G-string, but it resulted in too many nipple slips and she had to shave her pussy bald in order to wear it in public and so it was saved for special occasions like mall openings and receiving awards from the grateful president of Mexico.

Wolf Woman danced around on her toes as she continued to twist her wrists at her bonds and wondered why her captors had left her legs free? Though there did seem to be some kind of restrictive binding around her narrow waist?! Just then Wolf Woman heard a low moan emanating from directly in front of and slightly below her and yanking her head to either side of her up stretched arms (as looking though her up raised arms only produced a stunning view of her massive cleavage!) Wolf Woman was just able to make out the semi-inert form of a small man!

The middle aged man had obviously been knocked unconscious as she had and was just now waking up. He combination of her having been knocked unconscious and her tied up position had left her body slightly tingling numb and as she continued to awake she now assisted her limited boob obstructed vision of the man by squirming her body in a questioning query and soon realized he had been tied up facing her and was in fact tightly bound to her body with his arms tied about her waist!

“So that is why they did not bother to tie up my legs! They have wielded this man to me with rope bonds so that I am weighed down in place by his body!” Wolf Woman had managed to lean and wiggle enough now to have a good idea who the man was even though she could only see the top of his head and the sides of his ears as all else of his face and head was buried deep into the compressed mountains of her bosom. “It is my informant!” Wolf Woman had met the man, an accountant by trade, for the first time late that night on the docks to try and convince him to turn states evidence against his employer one of the largest Columbian drug lords working in Mexico City. Only to be ambushed by a gang of thugs and knocked unconscious. Waking up what must be several hours later trussed up in a warehouse no doubt not far from the initial ambush from the smell of brine in the air and the slightly muffled sounds of sea gulls and boat bells and horns and with her snitch tied up and wrapped around her body!

“Mister Shepard, can you hear me? You must wake up! We haven’t much time! Wake up sir! We have to try and escape before they come back! Mister Shepard?!” Wolf Woman only knew the man by his code name and she gritted her teeth and rolled her large chestnut brown eyes as the man only made a soft cooing sound and nuzzled deeper into her the valley of her breasts.

Wolf Woman had set up the appointment to secretly meet with her informant Mister Shepard not as Wolf Woman but as her civilian identity as the corruption fighting radio talks show host, Miss Gazongas. As Miss Gazongas she owned a small somewhat rundown little white brick radios station up in the hills outside of Mexico City. She lived in an even smaller battered steel trailer set behind the squat low radio station and its tall tower. The trailer secretly in turn sat upon the otherwise hidden opening to a large cave where she kept her crime fighting equipment and costumes, she accessed the cave via a false bottom in her tiny shower where a pole or steps lead down to its hidden warrens. The only other opening to the cave system was covered up by a false rock wall where she kept her brown ‘wolf mobile’ sports car ready for action! The car was a little past its prime and it had some rust on the rear quarter panel but it still could ramble along the dusty back roads at a one hundred and thirty mile per hour clip which meant she had to use an over shoulder harness to keep her firm enormous tits from knocking herself out as the shocks were a little past due in being replaced.

Despite her somewhat lack of funds Miss Gazonga’s and her G-Spot radio broadcasts were quiet famous and respected. She often interviewed the mayor and police commissioner as well as top politicians including the President of Mexico himself. Her unrelenting stance against corruption and rampant gang warfare and crime made her well known to the entire police force and her arrival at a crime scene was generally treated with considerable respect by both law enforcement and the press.

That said perhaps her public fame and cheering popularity was more based on her womanly assets as her numerous billboards that depicted her in her characteristic red rimmed cat eye glasses and large perfect smile beaming over her unbuttoned over spilling massive cleavage hinted at. In fact considering her lack of wearing underwear in public or in privet and her often stated preference for sheer blouses in her day to day wear and her well known and documented joy of nude sun bathing behind the radio station Miss Gazongas was world famous on the internet and well known to most males on several planets even though they would have been clueless as to her crusading fight against crime both in her civilian identity and as the super heroine Wolf Woman. She was simply known as the hot tamale with the huge rack and unshaved bush!

As Wolf Woman not only was she a famous crime fighter in the country of Mexico and much of South America but she also wrestled at a professional level and was the only woman to wrestle against both males and females up and down the continent with an unbeaten record! As famous and respected as Miss Gazongas was in her radio crusade against crime, Wolf Woman was just as famous and respected both as a super heroine helping the underdog and as a professional wrestler whose cum stained posters covered the walls of tens of thousands of young boy’s bed rooms.

This busy dual career was possible as Wolf Woman/ Miss Gazongas did not need more than a few hours of sleep a week to feel fully rested! Thus she burned the candle at both ends and lived a very dangerous life! Drug lords and corrupt politicians set ambushes and traps for her as both Miss Gazongas and as Wolf Woman! And several of her wrestling opponents or their managers often sought to find some sneaky way to beat her in or out of the ring!

Though only one person knew that Miss Gazongas was really Wolf Woman and Wolf Woman was really Miss Gazongas she still found herself often facing the same threats in both personas from the same villainous source!

The only confidant Wolf Woman/Miss Gazongas had was the young blonde teen girl Tiffany Ewe. An orphan girl Wolf Woman had rescued from white slavers and who now ran the sound board controls of the G-Spot radio station and slept in the back room of the radio station. She was a super heroine side kick in training called unofficially, ‘Cub’ but was still too raw to leave the cave in her almost identical to Wolf Woman’s uniform except hers had a white paw print on her skin tight top and bottom and she wore a pair of ‘spinkies’ that is tight speedo-boy shorts instead of the more revealing G-string. Still she monitored the emergency transmitter in Wolf Woman’s neck collar and was a whiz at any electronic device or machine. In her civilian guise of tight blue overalls (under which she wore not another stich of clothing!) and her red baseball cap she single handily kept both the radio station’s cobbled together equipment and Miss Gazongas white jeep and the various computers and machines of the Wolf Lair not to mention the much put upon Wolf Mobile going.

But in the field and in the ring, Wolf Woman was used to relying on her own skills and charms. She gave another peek past her arm pit at the head of the man who seemed to be digging himself further into her cleavage than out of it?! and sighed. There was no time to lose and with several grunts she managed to lift the man’s dead weight up off the ground between her legs and with steel muscles taut she lifted her legs up piking her body and inadvertently sliding the still half dazed man up her front so that he was pushing her own boobs into her armpits and face until she could wrap her ankles an calves around the cable of the hook. She gritted her teeth and pulled with her legs until she raised the both of them high enough for her to slip her wrist and its ropes up over the hooks crescent and free.

She dropped them expertly twisting in the air so that she landed on her knees (and thus taking much of the impact with her knees) over the small man’s body. The shock of the landing jarred him fully awake and he moaned as his eyes popped open and stared into her own large shimmering bedroom eyes just inches from his face. He shrieked despite himself and then muttered “Wha- where?”

“It is alright you are safe… for the moment. I am the world famous professional wrestler and super heroine Wolf Woman. It is nice to finally meet you Mister Shepard.”

“Ah… hi.”

“Unfortunately we don’t have time for these pleasantries or proper introductions. We seem to have been ambushed by thugs probably belonging to your employer and if I am not mistaken they will be back soon so we must do our best to escape this situation while escape is still possible.” Wolf Woman flashed her toothpaste tv commercial smile and the man dully smiled back.

“Ah, my name is not Mister Shepard.”

The man was sweating and understandably nervous given their situation and Wolf Woman tried to assure him and keep him calmed down while wondering how much of a hindrance he would be if she had to fight their way out of their current predicament? “Of course I know your name is not Mister Shepard, but I think it is best we not use your real name until we can manage to get to safety.”

“Ah if you say so,” the man gave back his weak smile again and tried desperately to keep his eyes locked on her eyes and not look down at her massive rack squashed so warmly against his entire upper body!

“Now, let’s see if we can get you up?” Wolf Woman began to squirm her warm half naked body against the man as she fought for leverage to get the two of them back on their feet.

“Ah I really, hmmm, don’t think that is going to be a problem.” The man’s face was flushed and his lips were twitching as the woman continued to grind her body into his.

“Good! That’s what I like to hear! A man full of fire and gumption for a change! Now, see if you can get a purchase and assist me!” Wolf Woman’s eyes suddenly widened as there was a loud wet smack as the man slapped both of his hands upon her naked ass cheeks and clamped down on them. “Ah, yes, well alright now if you got a good hold and I think you most certainly do, I will now flip us up onto our feet.” with the skill of an Olympic wrestler Wolf Woman twisted and pushed and grunted as she launched the two tied and bound captives up onto their respective feet. “There… huh, you can let go of my ass now, thank you. It is a bit difficult for me to see the situation clearly... you may have noticed my bosom is a bit large. But both my wrists are bound and I can feel that they have bound your body to mine at the waist. Can you manage to free yourself now that we are no longer suspended from that hook?”

The small man began to wiggle and grunt in several aborted attempts and then stopped. “It is no use they have tied us around the waist together and they have tied my hands together at the wrist with the same rope behind your um backside. They have also tied my ankles together so I can’t walk. It is no use.”

“Hmm, you are certain you can’t manage to get free? Try again a bit harder this time.” Wolf Woman waited while the man wiggled strongly and raised an eye brow against her jostling tits which seemed to be at face level with the man which with each of his violent lunges kept leaping up and smacking her soundly in the chin. She noticed that one of her ever pert nipples had slipped out of the upper lip of her top from the man’s agitated gyrations and she tried to reach up her tied at the wrist hands to slip it back into her top but the man’s excited leaping head was in the way so she just looked up to her right at the ceiling and waited for him to exhaust himself. She didn’t have to wait long the man had the stamina of a greasy bag of chips. He soon fell against her body breathing heavy and burring his face once more in her expansive cleavage. Wolf Woman pursed her lips and rolled her eyes as she talked in a clip voice full of condescending tones, “so you can’t get free? Ropes proving too much for you, ‘little man’? That was all you got? Well, let me see what a superior woman can do.” Wolf Woman as she spoke reached her wrist bound hands up over the top of the man’s buried face and pulled her top up over her exposed nipple and then began to look around until her wide eyes lit on several large plastic canisters. “Ah-ha! Perfect! If we can just manage to get over there to that pallet of canisters we may just have a chance!”

It was not easy going. She found that with his ankles tied together the man could not assist her at all in walking and dragging the man was proving nearly impossible as she did not possess any additional super strength to augment her lithe frame. She only possessed the strength of a woman of her size and stature who had hit the gym every day and attained a peak level of conditioning. In her battle against crime, Wolf Woman relied almost entirely on her superb world class wrestling abilities to subdue her foes.

“Ah, alright this is not quiet working… I know jump with me! You know hop like a bunny!” and the reluctant man began to hop in sync with her across the room. By the time they had reached the pallet of plastic canisters her top had ceased to cover any of her breasts and in fact had somehow managed to slip back behind the man’s head?! (Damn under cleavage! She knew that top was getting to be too small!) So now the man found his head being firmly held face first into her jiggling breasts by her twisted bra straps! ‘Well no time for that now,’ she thought to herself. ‘Just have to sort that out latter. First to escape before those thugs return we are helpless like this!’ Wolf woman cleared her throat as her huge breasts were being pressed up into her face by the man who was helpless ensnared in her bra cups and straps. “Alright this should do the trick. Now here let me lower you down so I can reach the spigot cap! These are bulk containers of coconut oil used in products like baby oil and skin conditions and some cooking oils. It is very slippery stuff I know I have wrestled in it many times! It should give us just enough lubrication to allow us to slip the end of the rope free and allow you or me to untie our bonds or perhaps to wiggle out of them if we are lucky! Now we only need a very little amount so…” Suddenly the stubborn plastic sealed spigot popped open and clear milky oil began to gurgle out all over Wolf Woman’s hip and the floor. In a frantic second as she struggled to close the tap she slipped and fell on top of her informant pinning him to the ground, his entire face and upper body buried under her massive chest. She held up her bound hands in front of her face and saw the broken off spigot in hands and widened her eyes as she muttered, “oh boy.”

Fifty gallons of coconut oil began to gush down upon them. It spurted out all over their twisting bodies covering them in thick slick jelly oil in seconds making it impossible for them to get away from the waterfall deluge as they struggled and slipped in place until the last thick drop plopped down upon their drenched heads. “Ah, okay that could have gone a bit better but it could have been worse.” She reached up to pull them up off the floor and the spigot she latched onto popped off in her hand and another fifty gallons of coconut oil erupted in a geyser down upon their already soaked bodies.

The room temperature oil felt cold on their bodies and so coated them that they looked like melted plastic Barbie dolls left out in a sand box in Death Valley on a particularly hot day. “Ugh, huh, alright now see if you can slip free. I think that should be enough oil.” Wolf Woman lay on top of the man who could only reply in muffled murmurs from under her oil slick slabs of breast meat. Not waiting for the weak male Wolf Woman began to slip and gyrate her body wiggling furiously in the cold oil bath until her entire torso was pumping madly against her bonds and against the man pinned helplessly below her. After a few minutes of agitated action Wolf Woman slowed her frantic grinding and raised a sopped puzzled head, “that’s odd the cold coconut oil just got very warm and sticky on my belly and thighs?! Strange it usually does not do that. Oh well, say you have stopped trying and are just lying there! Keep moving or we will never escape this!” there was only a series of coconut oil bubbles of strange contentment that rose out of her wet cleavage. She angrily frowned at the hidden weak and useless man and then suddenly shouted out in excited elation as the rope slipped off her wrists! “I knew it would work! There now let me reach around and see if I can get your hands free too?!”

To reach around she had to arch her back and this unburied slightly the red smiling face of the worthless man she glared down at him with pursed eye brows and began to rock her body as she struggled with the oil sodden ropes. “Well… don’t just lie there help me!” There was a wet smack as the man slapped both his hands upon her naked ass cheeks and squeezed. Wolf Woman growled and ignored him as she continued to work at the ropes. “Ugh! There it is again?! A warm sticky fluid all over my lower stomach?! This oil must be going bad?!” The man beneath here only smiled and cooed at her. “Ah! There I have it! Now your hands are free let us get up on our knees and start working on the rope that is fastening our waists together!”

It took some more time but eventually she did free them of their bonds and now found herself standing with her oil soaked costume pulled askew revealing her naked sex as she looked at the small man and realized for the first time he had been stripped down to his shirt and boxers which were equally soaked in oil and left nothing to the imagination of his tiny pathetic pecker which thankfully was not erect! ‘Well at least he is a gentleman and not prone to unclean thoughts!’ Wolf Woman thought to herself, ‘but he is also utterly worthless as most men are and I need to get him away from here before those villains return!’

“Well, here let me relieve you of that,” Wolf Woman pulled her bra-top off the man’s head and refastened it back around her upper body covering back up her mighty mammeries though she failed to notice her oil soaked G-string was pulled entirely to the side and that her wet dripping snatch was on full glorious display resplendent with her glossy black pubes glistening with oil drop diamonds. “Alright then we need to get you out of this place and to the police station!”

“Wha- police why?!” The man seemed to be waking up out of a lackadaisical fog.

“Don’t you want to turn state evidence against your employer?!” Wolf Woman placed her fists upon her proud jutting hips.

“No! Why would I want to do that?! I would get into all kinds of trouble!” The man seemed very puzzled.

Wolf Woman was equally puzzled. What Wolf Woman failed to realize was the man she had been tied up to was not her account contact. Her contact who had wanted to go into protective custody and testify for the D.A.’s office had been standing next to the railing of a ramp and a large trash bin at the arranged meeting place half in the shadows with his collar up and hat pulled down low. When Wolf Woman had arrived in her Wolf Mobile sports car she had failed to see the man as he rapidly approached her car from behind. She had decided to hide the car by backing up into the shadows of the ramp and as the reverse and clutch were not of the best quality she had lurched backwards knocking the man over the railing and into the trash compactor where he remained unconscious until he was buried under a load of fresh trash an hour later and then unceremoniously crushed to death. The man who was standing confused and nervously in front of her was simply called Cortez and he was one of the laziest dock workers in the history of the Mexico City port authority. He had been sleeping behind a pile of crates when he had been awoken by the sound of the Wolf Mobile which made a low growl as it moved and had out of curiosity approached the super heroine who had gotten out of it because he wanted to get a close up look at those huge tits! He had barely gotten a ‘hello’ off before she lurched at him and began to yank at his arm and then he was conked on the head from behind and had woken up tied up to the fire cracker who had then ground her nearly naked body against his causing him to pop his cork several times all over her and him! He had enjoyed that last bit, but this talk of police?!

“Well, if you try and go back to your old job I mean, well… hey I know! They tied you up because they saw you talking to me. If you can convince them that you were just asking me what I was doing there then you can go back to your old job and keep helping me out just as you had been! Here look at this!” Wolf Woman pointed to a pile of rags and a bottle sitting on a crate. “This is the stuff they used to knock me out! Here’s the plan; you tie me up just a little not too tight and then use some of this chloroform on me, just a little not too much. And then when the guys come back you can say that I escaped but that then you captured me again! That should convince them that you are still on their side and they won’t suspect anything. Meanwhile I will break loose and take them out and really escape so no one will be the wiser! What do you say?” Wolf Woman handed him the bottle and the rags.

The man took the items and stared long and hard at her heaving breasts and her exposed dripping snatch, “ah okay so you want me to knock you out with this stuff and tie you up?”

“Well, just use a little on the rag and I will pretend to be passed out. What was that?! Oh my gosh! They are coming back! No time to tie me up just use some of that stuff on the rag and pretend to knock me out with it! Hurry what are you waiting for knock me out!” Wolf Woman spun around and semi-squatted so the short man could reach her face from behind easier.

The man looked at the oil dripping sexy round ass that was now pressed up against his crotch and grinding against him and the rag and bottle in his hands and swallowing hard he poured the entire contents of the bottle on the rag and clenched it over her mouth and nose in a vice like grip!

Wolf Woman made a muffled squeal and then her eye lids fluttered and she fell back against him and slid to the floor. She was very susceptible to any kind of knock out drugs perhaps because of her body’s weird chemistry that made it so that she required so little sleep?!

The man struggled with the slippery unconscious body but finally managed to drag her into one of his many hiding places where he would sleep instead of working and pulling out his tiny penis began to savagely attack her warm wet tight pussy.

Several men walked into the room oblivious of the soft oily thumping sound coming from behind the stacks of crates. “Hey, she is gone! Wolf Woman has escaped!”

“It doesn’t matter we found the mole. The snitch was the accountant his body was in the trash compactor. Cortez must have seen him talking to the bitch and pushed him in there and crushed him. That must have been why she was struggling with him and he was trying to yank himself away from her when we found them!”

“Well, where is Cortez now? Think she took him with her?”

“Hmm maybe, but if I know Cortez he is hiding somewhere taking a nap! That guy has no ambition at all! He is lazy and will never know the good life! Ha-ha-ha!”

Behind the men the crates continued to rock softly and then quickened in pace and then fell still as a small contented sigh escaped into the air. A few minutes later the crates began to rock again.

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BREAD ALONE

The woman paused at the podium shooting glances this way and that before snarling, “Area secure!” Then she moved back and to the side of the podium where she put her hands clasped behind her back and thrust out her enormous uniformed chest and spread her legs in a stiff shoulder width stance. Professor Whirter peeked around the tall wall of a woman and then meekly squeezed past her and the American flag (nearly knocking the flag over and scrambling to catch it) while adjusting his glasses until he reached the podium where his head barely popped up over the top of the walnut polished wood. He started to speak but then had to readjust the microphone by pulling it down to his face and turned to the tall military commander standing at glaring ‘at-ease’ “Er, thank you General Boobies.”

“It’s pronounced, ‘Boo-BAYS’. General Boo-BAYS. It’s French.” The tall muscular no-nonsense woman snarled under her peaked military cap.

“Er, yes of course. Sorry. Ms. General Boo-BEES. Ah thank you.” Professor Whirter shuffled his papers and tried smiling at the stone faced woman with the huge chest covered in medals. “My what a lot of big medals you have.”

The General rolled her eyes and looked at her stainless steel watch and spoke out of the side of her mouth, “time for my fifteen.” And she sharply turned and marched out of the auditorium. Professor Whirter tried not to stare at her sexy swaying ass in her tight military dress pants and failed just as he had failed a few seconds earlier from staring at her thrusting jiggling huge chest.

Still somewhat blushing and absently smiling Professor Whirter continued to tap his papers against the podium top straightening them as he now returned his attention to the audience before him and spoke. “As you may have noticed the University is doing its part in the recent fiscal cliff budget cuts by re-employing some of the five star generals placed on hiatus by employing them as security staff and janitors. Yes. A bit more… regulated and a tad tense er,I mean professional now. Yes. You definitely want to remember to wash your hands after using the bathroom… I have not done that many push-ups in years! Er, well now where was I?”

The Professor peered out past the podium into the dark shadows of the audience (he had to poke his head sideways out around the podium to do this and he was rewarded with the reflected light of the spot glaring down on him showing him a full house of nearly naked shinning highlighted breasts attached to shadowy recessed faces. The auditorium of crescent shaped shimmering jiggling breasts looked like a mighty pod of whales arcing through a dark sea and he blushed and smiled again.

“Thank you all for coming to another one of my top secret by personal invite only informal information lectures on the Aphrodite gene and its workings. It is good to see so many of the super heroine community here again. As you all know the study of the Aphrodite gene is relatively new and experimental but as you all have a vested personal interest in its construction and day to day operations and bear such a burden of responsibility in its applications I have taken it upon myself to hold these, er, occasional briefings on findings as they occur. A ‘For Your Information’ sort of service to the super heroine community so that you may in turn be better informed of the base root of the powers you currently wield in hopes that you will have less ‘missteps’ on the hands on learning curve for both the novice and the more seasoned crime fighter.

“Now, today’s lecture is based on some recent field data that I have gathered from several independent sources and I think will be of considerable use to all Aphrodite gene women both of active gene and dormant gene. Here let me show you by welcoming up our volunteer to night, subject A. Yes, yes, that’s right, give her a nice hand.”

A very busty young girl in a bright skimpy bikini and thigh high boots jiggled from out of the shadowy wings and up the few steps to the raised stage of the podium. She wore a paper bag over her head with large holes cut out for her eyes, mouth, and two blonde pony tails sticking out from the side of her head and the words; ‘SUBJECT A’ written across the brown bags top front. She was obviously a super heroine and she giggle every time her large pert boobs bounced a bit more energetically than their normal rather excessive almost constant vibrating shudders, which meant she giggled a lot.

“Now,” Professor Whirter pulled a collapsible pointer out of his pants pocket as he turned to address the audience. The young super heroine ‘Subject A’ quickly undid the front of her bra-top unleashing ‘the monsters’ and slipped out of her skimpy top letting her full round firm breasts yo-yo as she adopted a hip to the side, right hand on jutted hip, other hand along her side holding her top as she smiled and giggled under her paper bag. The Professor turned and saw the girl’s huge newly naked young fresh tits and his collapsed pointer immediately shot into full extension with a loud ‘boing-ing’ noise. “Oh my! Well, as you can see,” He turned his head back to the audience and whipped the pointer across the girls exposed puffy nipples causing her to ‘yip’ in startled surprise but then to return to her normal giggling. “Subject A has the usual characteristics of an Aphrodite teen, including the hallmark large bosom. Which will come in handy for our demonstration today, as we will be discussing the long rumored but recently proven aspect of self-oral milking. A few of you I know think you understand what I am talking about but I am equally sure that many of you wisely confess as that you do not. So let me cover the basics. This,” again the long thin pointer slapped across the teens exposed nipples and she flinched and frowned through her large cut out paper bag eye holes and shot the professor a sour look. “Is the Aphrodite gene breast. The battery as it were of the Aphrodite gene super powers. It is not really the source of the powers per say as the Aphrodite gene is housed in all the cells of the body but tends to have the highest clusters of the most active cells in any one body AND it is where the complex chemical material is housed in the fatty tissue and corresponding milk. Regardless of pregnancy the Aphrodite gene stores up its various potent chemical bath here in the form of milk. This milk is then slowly consumed back into the bloodstream by the body as a whole to produce the various powers that the Aphrodite gene super heroine possesses. Think of it as a gas tank or as I prefer a battery holding the special energy that is steadily used up and replaced by the body to produce those extraordinary super powers that you possess.”

“Now,” the professor tapped the pointer slapping it lightly across the blushing nipples of the young teen as she bit her lower lip and moaned as he gazed out into the shadows of his audience. “Tonight’s demonstration covers one of the most heinous ways in which a super heroine maybe depowered and it concerns the very nature of said battery. You would think that if you were feeling a bit run down in the powers department you could just re-fuel very quickly by suckling your own breast wouldn’t you? But no! See what happens when this is done!”

The professor gestured for the girl to suckle her own nipple and the girl looked confused and hesitated until he gestured some more. The young teen slipped her thick puffy nipple up to the large cut out of her paper bag and took the teat into her thick wet pillow lips and started to drink her own milk. It took only a few sips and her eyes rolled back and she began to moan and feed faster and faster.

“Alright, alright that’s enough stop now!” The professor tried to wrestle the girl’s large tit out of her grasping massaging hands and vacuum cleaner mouth and then began to beat her with his pointer stick until finally the girl let go of her breast and whimpered as a bead of milk dripped off her chin.

“Now let’s try the strength tester!” A second much larger super heroine wearing a paper bag over her head with the words; “SUBJECT TWO” written there in black marker hurriedly pushed a machine on a wobbly wheeled cart before the young girl. The girl did nothing but gaze half lidded out in front of her as milk continued to drip from her open wet mouth. The professor looked into the girls face and then patted her on the back until she ‘burped’ loudly and then she nodded and smiled and grabbed the joy stick in front of her and squeezed the handle. On the small screen set in the machine numbers flashed across as the professor leaned forward to watch them as behind him a much larger screen showed the same numbers to the audience.

“AH, you see? With just a mouth full of her own Aphrodite gene laced breast milk she has lost almost all her super powers! When a woman consumes her own milk straight from her own breast instead of amping up her powers she actually shorts them out completely!”

There was sudden gasps and whispers from the shadow clad audience and the creek of seats as they leaned forward as if as one body.

“I bet’cha didn’t know that did you! Smarty pants! Now wait it gets even more sinister! Please subject A continue feeding upon your own milk now.” The professor did not have to tell the waif twice she went to town on her own jugs and soon had both nipples in her hungry mouth as thick wet rich drops of warm breast milk trickled down her slobbering quivering chin in steady rivulets.

The professor looked at his watch, “there that should be enough.” There was again the struggle to get the girl to stop drinking her own milk but this time subject B helped and the girl was obviously very weak now and in fact subject B had to help her to stand and place her limp hands on the joy stick which began stroking instead of squeezing as her half lidded eyes sparkled.

“As you can see if more than a mouth full is consumed by the super heroine of her own breast milk she not only loses all of her powers but she takes on all the outward signs of inebriation! She is snookered! Nine sheets to the wind! Plastered! Oh my! And as you can see reduced to a sever state of horniness! Uh!” The professor was struggling with the young teen who was grabbing and groping his lower body hidden behind the large podium and leaning against him and giggling and breathing heavily. Despite the shocked looking subject B’s attempts to pull the lustful teen off the professor and her concerned eye widening stares and horse whispers of atonement the girl fell to the floor behind the podium and soon there was the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The professors eyes shot wide as subject B opened her mouth in a wide ‘O’ and gasped and the professor shot bolt upright and froze in place. Then he was holding two golden pony tails (all that could be now seen of the young girl from behind the podium) as if they were handle bars of a motorcycle and making sounds not unlike a train whistle squawking  in 78rpms on some old phonograph as subject B meekly protested and gasped some more.

Finally the professor locked up completely his face turned crimson as his entire body vibrated and shaked and then he smiled as his eyes rolled back in his head and he sighed a deep satisfied sigh. Then subject B removed her hands from her frozen mouth and recovered enough to lurch forward and pull the girl away from the podium with a very loud sucking cork from a champagne bottle ‘POP’!

“Professor!” Subject B began to protest as she cuddled the woozy girl who had a lot more than milk now dripping down her chin to splatter thickly on her sweating blushed chest.

The Professor clutched his head and shook off the idiot’s smile plastered there and then blinked his eyes and shouted, “oh my!” and pulled out a device from his lab coat pocket. He waved the wand around him and then held it close to him as behind him the large screen showed the corresponding numbers. “Good grief I had forgot about the Aphrodite gene pheromones that are always given off by an Aphrodite gene woman and how those powerful sex fumes increase exponentially as the arousal goes up of said woman!” He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out an old fashioned world war two gas mask and slipped it over his head and snuggled it on his face leaving his glasses disarrayed underneath the masks large lenses.

“Now if this subject were left in this self-milk induced inebriated state spouting her geyser of powerful sex pheromones all about her, she would in time find herself in a massive hangover; aching head, loss of memory, nausea, etc. all the classic symptoms of a drunken hangover. Her powers would remain in their de-powered state despite her breasts being fully recharged with milk as it were until the hangover state passed which would be in direct relation or proportion to how much of her own milk she consumed. Could be she might be in this inebriated state and then the hangover state for hours or even days! Ah but,” the professor walked from behind the podium unwittingly displaying his dress shirt tails pulled out of his down-zippered pants that in turn covered up what would have been his exposed manhood.

Subject B frowned at the professor as she patted the back of subject A until she belched a sperm bubble and giggled. “This does not need to be! No! For a remedy is readily at hand! Subject B if you will be so kind as to administer this remedy by inserting your nipple into subject A’s mouth and letting her suckle your own milk.”

Subject B hesitated and then slipped her nipple out of her skimpy brightly hued top and guided it into the young heroine’s mouth who began sucking like mad at her milk. After a few mouthfuls Subject A blinked and stood up right clutching her head and muttering, “where, where am I? What happened?” Subject B was obviously blushed with pleasure as her own half lidded eyes fluttered and she smiled absently for a few seconds before recovering and shaking her head though she forgot to put her un-tucked nipple away. “And why does my mouth taste like Ben Gay?”

“Ah see!” The professor continued with a flourish. “Subject A has recovered not only from the intoxication of the self-drinking of her own milk but her powers are now rapidly returning to her! The introduction of a second Aphrodite gene super heroine’s milk into a polluted system will cleanse that system almost instantly though it does,” he took out his wand and waved it around and then peered at the numbers. “Raise the pheromone production level of both subjects to a very high degree for several hours afterwards and this of course is a side effect that is invisible and should be always remembered as it may result in aspects unexpected.”

The large screen behind the professor was flashing red numbers and warning signs as columns of numbers scrolled by. “Now there is also this,” the professor produced a small canister from his breast pocket of his lab coat and sprayed it into the face of the young teen super heroine who collapsed instantly to the floor with a loud thud!

“Chloroform! The bane of all super heroines who possess the Aphrodite gene!” the professor held up the small lipstick sized canister before him as Subject B gave a loud snarl of protest and rushed to pick-up the fallen subject A off the stage floor.

“Now how many times have you had your side kick or partner be undone by a whiff of chloroform and found yourself lugging her back to your base or leaving her there upon the cold hard floor as you race on now alone to defeat the bad guy? Hmmm? Watch this! Subject B please insert your nipple back into subject A’s mouth again.”

Subject B gave the professor another sour look and then slipped her nipple into subject A’s mouth. The girl began suckling deep at the large pair of subject B’s teats as subject B began to moan and her mouth dropped open and drool dripped off her quivering chin.

Soon Subject A blinked and sat up right and after a few gasping weak kneed attempts both paper bag masked super heroines staggered up to their feet. The professor tried to assist the two women and only managed to twist his gas mask half off his face which he just left covering his left ear as he excitedly turned to address his rapt audience. “See! Betcha didn’t know you could do that either? Huh? See! You did not have to toss her over your shoulder and make a bee line toward the hills! Aphrodite gene milk had amazing recuperative powers when properly used from one super heroine to another but just as potent poisoning effect when used by a lone super heroine on herself!”

Tossing his arms about in intellectual glee he even further pushed his gas mask off to the side of his head. “Now let’s recap!” He instantly sprayed both super heroines subject A and subject B in the face with the small chloroform spay mister and with his eyes wide and shimmering he sprayed some into his own mouth and made a happy humming sound as he noisily slurped his tongue around. Both super heroines fell inert to the floor with loud thuds as the doctor began to shriek; “now here we have two hot horny sluts just begging to be fucked!”

Behind the professor the large screen was flashing its Aphrodite gene pheromone warnings and its skyrocketing numbers as the professor yanked down his pants and began to savagely hump subject A’s defenseless pussy. “Let’s see what happens if we blow our wad in each of these subjects slumbering slits shall we?!”

The super heroines in the audience all began to get up slowly and file to the exit. One turned her shadowy head from the naked flashing buttocks of the professor nailing subject A’s rolled over upturned ass and muttered to the super heroine in line in front of her, “This happens every time. All his lectures end like this.”

“Tell me about it,” the other super heroine mumbled back over her shoulder. “Last time I was dumb enough to volunteer for one of Whirter’s lectures I was shitting inseminoid punk for a week!”

“Well at least this time the old coot didn’t get the entire audience gang raped by a host of captured Breeders he was displaying,” a third super heroine snarled as they continued to slowly shuffle to the crowded exit.

“I mean seriously my ass STILL hurts from that inseminoid ass rape!” The second super heroine interjected as all around her shadowy heads nodded wistfully and cast glances over at the good professor who was making the sounds of a seal as she slammed his shameful old man’s prick into the snoring teenagers snatch.

“After all man can’t live by breast alone!” The professor shouted as he continued to pound the teen’s slumbering snatch and returned to making his seal barks and then train whistle noises and then he began slapping the ass of the young super heroine as if they were a pair of bongos while hooting out The Star Spangle Banner.

“Seriously, every time I sit down… red hot poker.” All the other super heroines nodded as the exit door closed shut behind them.

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