“BY THE ROCKETS RED GLARE!”

Paige had what all the girls in Delta City called, ‘a hello pussy.’ That is, her butt was so full round and tight and her upper thighs so slim and firm that when she bent over there was a full diamond shaped gap indented in straight to her pussy. No matter how she twisted or crossed her legs it was impossible to make this gap close. Her pussy its self had such puffy swollen outer lips with equally puffy full inner lips that they rose up like smooth soft rolling hills between her long shapely legs. The hood over her large ever erect clitoris was prominent and jutted out slightly and her thick swollen inner lips were always open and spread like the petals of a tiger lily displaying a tantalizing hint of a hot livid bright wet pink glistening glimmering fleshy smooth tiny tunnel. Despite her attempts to tone down this ‘come and get it, boys!’ natural feature of her body by growing her pubic hair thick and untrimmed, there was no hiding her ‘hello pussy’ from the world of ever peeping men!

In any other city such a thing would have been easily hid by a pair of panties or slacks, but this was the surreal Fengshui haunted Delta City. Where his strange machine had twisted the Aphrodite gene found to some degree in all women and made it prominent here, abundant, and strong, so he could in turn secretly use these semi-awakened Aphrodite gene women for their Aphrodite gene rich breast milk, the keystone to his immortality serum. He had also tweaked the gene so that the Aphrodite gene women would feel a compulsion amongst their constant aching lusts never to cover up their nipples or crotches without feeling an almost unbearable itching annoyance until they were uncovered again. Despite the natural purpose of the Aphrodite gene to encourage reproduction of more Aphrodite gene women it also had a strong compulsion for the gene barer to do good and thwart evil and male repression. Creating an almost ‘prudish’ conservative social individual, this of course ran into direct paradox with Fengshui’s gene manipulations and created what appeared as a host of contradictions to all but the Aphrodite gene carriers of Delta City themselves! To them there was no seeming paradox in a city full of women running around in mini-skirts and no panties flashing their pussies at the world and becoming extremely angry and often violent if they caught any man sneaking a peak!!!

Paige had to accept that her pussy was much more alluring than most and seemed to trigger an almost over the top sexual aggression in any male who happened to see it as if it was seemingly screaming to them, ‘I want your cock now!!’ When in fact she found most of the males thus incurred to be repulsive fat toads! As such Paige tended to wear her mini-dresses a tad longer and bent down at the knees instead of the more comfortable and natural bending over at the waist and when she sat down she tended to cross one knee over the other rather than the more common and more freer feeling of crossing of ones ankles instead, and while this all chaffed at her Aphrodite gene drive for freedom of independences and satisfying her every impulse at a subconscious level as a natural state so readily accepted by other females of Delta City it was still preferable to bite a lower lip and keep a conscious reign on her body awareness than to have to fight off men suddenly leaping upon her up raised twitching rectum and savagely dry humping her four or five times a day!!!

The Aphrodite gene rich metropolis of Delta City spawned a lot of super heroines in the same way New York city spawned a lot of lawyers and Los Angeles spawned a lot of porn stars. But while the urge to do good and fight against male repression stirred in every Aphrodite gene sweaty loin, few actually donned tights and masks and went leaping from roof top to roof top to battle crime. And of those few who did most stopped their super heroine careers shortly after their first gang rape or sexual humiliation. Others simply outgrew the desire to be super heroines the same way all young girls want to be ballet dancers or movie stars and then it passes as a phase to seldom be thought of again. Every spring seemed to sprout a new crop of super heroines and by that fall almost all of them would have disappeared never to return. The same could not be said of the super criminals, villains seemed to arise and never quiet go away no matter how many times a super heroine or heroines would trounce upon his or her head! This meant at any given moment for ever ten super heroines out roaming the street, eight of them would be rookie newbies on only their first or second patrol and for every ten thus out about and scurrying through the shadows to leap out into the spotlight with hands upon proud jutting hips to shout, “freeze evil doers!” there were twenty super villains peering from those self same shadows grimacing or grinning at the seasonal show.

Paige had heard the call. Amidst her burning throbbing, yet socially sexually repressed, cock hungry loins she had felt an even deeper more aching need arise to aggressively go out and chastise the male chauvinists of her city. To protect her sisters and knock down the repressors and raise up the downtrodden. She felt it and no amount of community service or volunteer work or protest marches or petition gathering seemed to dim the nagging need to take a more immediate and aggressive approach of which only the vigilante justice of the super heroine seemed to promise to suave. The male criminal corruption just seemed too ingrained, too ‘legalized’, too rooted in day to day business, and the increasingly blatant sexual harassments in the glass ceiling world of Delta City seemed only to grow and multiply every day. Why should males who made up less than twenty percent of the cities current population hold one hundred percent of its political and financial offices?! And with Fengshui’s machine, which had not only increased and triggered an explosion of Aphrodite gene population but also had made all males impotent in a hundred mile radius, now being destroyed males were flocking back into the city. But these new males all seemed to be of the most loathsome and perverted that the planet had to offer?! The city seemed to be now swarming with a steady increase of incurably sex starved, ass slapping, nipple tweaking, tit staring, pussy peaking, drooling tiny pecker losers who seemed convinced that it was their goddess given right to fondle, grope, and utterly disgusting as it may seem, to shockingly believe that their pathetic puny penises were some how desired by women to be prodded and poked by them?! Yuckie!

Despite the volcanic urge to try her hand at the super heroine career path. Paige kept hesitating. It wasn’t exactly the kind of job one could put on a résumé latter or one that paid the bills here and now. And it wasn’t the glamorous highly respected occupation that many outside the city seemed to believe it to be. Delta City super heroines were expected to represent ALL the aspects of the women of Delta City for whom they fought. This meant that they were held to an impossibly high standard of morality and social idealism that few women of the day to day city even attempted to reach themselves. The women of Delta City believed it was every woman’s right to walk utterly naked down the streets if she so choose or to bang the entire football team on the field during halftime if the mood struck her, but they also believed that their super heroines should never be caught with a nipple peaking out or show any hint of impropriety or any sliver of sexual being. They saw their super heroines as envoys to the world and expected them to hold the highest standard of prudish self-righteousness and sexual repression, regardless of how much the women of the city themselves failed to hold themselves to any similar set of standards in their day to day lives, they still demanded that their super heroine representatives be squeaky clean and wholesome without a hint of lust or smear of scandal. The women of Delta City desperately wanted to believe that what had been so permanently done to them by Fengshui’s machine was an opportunity for them to become a higher order of woman, a betterment of society and not as some nasty men whispered a degeneration of them into a city of sluts! And they saw their super heroines as the nexus philosophers stone proof of this unspoken belief of their natural superiority in the world and themselves as a positive step in the next stage of human evolution. This put a lot of pressure on the super heroines of Delta City and made it rather easy for the super villains to defeat them by simply discrediting them with little more than a cell phone and an YOUTUBE of said vigilante with her top yanked down and her tits covered in sperm! And the entire female population of Delta City would sneer and abandon that super heroine for seemingly all time!

It took tremendous perseverance for a heroine to reach the upper echelon of a Ms. Americana. But even her roller coaster career was far from assured to continue. Recently she had come back from almost sideline obscurity to build an enormous twenty story golden four sided capital ‘A’ looking fortress in the middle of downtown Delta City where the meteorite crater had been. But rumors persisted that only the outside was complete and that the entire inside, other than the main entrance hall, was little more than an empty shell with Ms. Americana and her leading public supporter, Brenda Wade unable to come up with the financial wherewithal to finish the pricey construction of the huge tower. No one saw the Ms. Americana saber jet zipping across the skies anymore and rumors circulated that her once all powerful belts were now fakes and that her powers were greatly diminished?! More over super heroines who ventured into the city sewer and old mines say they often saw Ms. Americana down their with another new super heroine, a great towering woman almost identical to Ms. Americana in build save that she had flaming red long curly hair and wore an even more skimpy revealing costume! But no Flag Girl?! In turn Flag Girl seemed to be spotted frequently downtown around the school campus buildings patrolling alone, much to the chagrin of other teen super heroines like, Amazing Babe, and Shield, who were trying to make those ‘their’ stomping grounds!

Meanwhile, Omega Woman had some trouble with her power suit. Apparently the sisterhood amassed their power from a black hole and used it to re-energize their suits as well as run their space fortress defenses. Some how something had gone a miss and now when ever Omega Woman summoned her suit it also summoned a black hole ‘shadow’ version of herself who would race off and sometimes fight crime and sometimes commit crimes! And this lose canon version of her wouldn’t disappear until Omega Woman dismissed her own suit back to the black hole fortress! As such until the Omega Sisterhood found a solution to this ‘problem’ Omega Woman had bee forbidden to summon her power suit! Less this mirror image of herself and powers do some serious damage to both Earth and the Omega Sisterhoods creditability!

It seemed the entire super heroine community was in chaos and meanwhile more and more male super villains and perverts stormed into the city every day! It was into this uncertain upheaval that Paige finally grudgingly decided to try her hand at helping her seemingly doomed beloved city as it teetered on the brink of becoming little more than super villain and big business fought over spoils!

Still becoming a super heroine is no easy matter. True Paige did possess the rare fully awakened Aphrodite gene. So she was one of those few women in the world who had more than just increased healing abilities and increased stamina and some increased strength, which all women who possessed even a partially complete Aphrodite gene possessed. Half of the women over the age of twelve (the age in which the Aphrodite gene kicks in a fast track puberty!) in Delta City possessed at least a partial Aphrodite gene and thus had not only the increased healing and endurance and strength associated with that genes presence but also the telltale sign of increased bust size and incredible beautiful looks and highly increased sexual appetites and constant unbearable lusty longings. All these things of random degrees become greatly increased in the fully awakened gene. So that Paige had the ability to heal a broken bone in a mater of an hour while a partial Aphrodite gene woman would heal say a slight cut in the same amount of time, and Paige could run a marathon without becoming winded while an untrained non-athletic partial gene woman could run up say twenty flights of stairs before grabbing her knees and sucking wind, and Paige could pick up a small car above her head with a grunt and only a little shaking of her arms and legs at the strain, while most women in Delta City were seldom stronger than two athletic men their own size. But if her awakened Aphrodite gene gave her increased abilities in face of other partial Aphrodite women in Delta City, Paige also had to deal with an equally ramped up horniness compared to her peers. If it was common for a healthy Delta City woman to masturbate several times a day, Paige found her sexual needs ten times that! And in face of all of that she had to practice sexual abstinent in all aspects in the publics eye if she were to become a super heroine! She would be expected to be alluring and desirable and to wear a skimpy costume to proudly show the rights of a woman to put her body on unflinching public display, but she would also be expected to make sure she kept her girly parts covered at all times and to never, ever, show any sign of sexual needs or weakness in desiring a males advances!! It was an imposing tightrope walk and if it weren’t for the increasing threat to her city of sisters and the current regime of super heroines seemingly besieged on all sides, it was one she would of continued to hem and haw at until hopefully the phase passed her by!!!!

Delta City shared many of the qualities of Tokyo Japan. It was a wide sprawling giant mega-tropolis of a city, though in Delta Cities case it had inherited its one hundred mile radius of ‘annexation’ due directly to the once boundary reach of the now defunct Fengshui machine and had been almost a ghost town as all the males fled. But now the males were returning, in locusts swarms, and the city seemed unable to cope with the influx having no viable tax base to handle the sudden strain of public demands placed upon it. The rampant corruption didn’t help matters and the long standing bare bones infrastructure of corrupt vile men who had weathered the Fengshui storm and remained behind when all others had fled, now seemed a lighthouse beacon for all the shady criminal men from around the world, drawn like moths to their evil flame. Creating an almost accepted culture of extortion and bribery in that strange mix of ultra modern and old world flux of family values and twisted hypocrisies. And like Tokyo Delta City had an obsession with a ‘youth’ culture. While old men ran the city, it was constantly young women who saved it! In Tokyo one found twenty-something artiest creating games, comics, novels, etcetera, of impossibly young people having impossibly multiple careers. For example in a simple resident evil video game it was not uncommon for a character to be eighteen and have four careers already behind them or the education and know-how that would be associated to several doctorates, this steamed from the reality of the second world war and the collapse of a blindly following a tyrannical old male dominated culture that lead to unthinkable war crimes perpetrated by Japan and then the almost-hold-your-breath-what-will-happen-now threat of genocide of its own heritage culture and country when in turn it was defeated invaded and occupied. For Delta City it was the direct result of the Fengshui machine and the fallout of its destruction at the hands of the new young Ms. Americana. Suddenly young women were seen as the hope and future in the here and now, and the old order of repressed subservient women who had been forced to do it all on their own when abandoned by their men met headlong with an aggressive individual young brash headstrong woman who was convinced she didn’t need any man telling her what to do! and rather than either giving way a strange mix of old and new melded and took a strange side by side form. The natural slowing of ageing that the Aphrodite gene brought to its host also influenced this ‘culture of youth’ but for all the young women on all the billboards and ads and shopping in the malls and thus dictating what would be on those shelves every day, it was the old men who ran everything and pocketed all the money at the end of every business day!

Delta City was a maze of still empty suburbs with long cutoff services surrounded by other areas shoulder to shoulder packed with gypsy caravans of immigrants demanding more and more services. An almost apocalypse landscape of deserted small towns and shattered industrial sights pock marking flashy new speeding bullet trains and brand new towering sky scrapers. A city of three hundred thousand had collapsed to a city of thirty thousand but then had expanded to over see all the areas under the machines influence and had slowly swollen back up to a hundred and fifty thousand and almost all of those being women. And now men were returning in droves, but to a city of amazons and super villains and many who came did not stay long. No one now knew how many lived in the city or its suburbs now, it had become an impossible city of chaos and its shaky infrastructure was being burdened without by the sudden influx of masses of males and the parasitical corruption within of its ‘families’ of elected officials and appointees. Men flocked to Delta City expecting to be up to their armpits in pussy! And found half naked hotties on every street corner bending over at the waist to try on the giddily bought new pair of shoes and flashing their ever horny pussies at every buss stop! But it was a naked city of ultra feminist amazon women who punched like a kicking mule and met every smiling hello from a stranger with a sneer?! And yet a man who had received a black eye by simply saying hello to a passing woman at a bus stop might suddenly find himself helplessly gang rapped by a squad of lust rabid high school cheerleaders on the bus its self! Most men did not stay nor talk about their short time there to their buddies when they returned back ‘home’ from attempting to move to the city. Delta City was a city without rules, as befitted a city half dictated by the ever shifting whims of the ever changing minds of women, but it also made it a criminal haven for both insider ‘legalized’ graft and corruption and the over the top insanity of a complex parasitical food chain of criminal outsider activity. From purse thief thugs on the street corners to super villains in tights in high rise lairs, not a vice was missing nor a virtue left unbarred and molested in the publics gasping but unblinking easily distracted eye.

“Miss Turner,” Paige spun a head toward the gruff male voice. It was Mr. Bumkiezer, her new boss and essentially her replacement. Paige had been unofficially the head librarian for almost two years flittering about between the main downtown Delta City library and several other much smaller community libraries. She had lobbied for much needed funding from the corrupt city fathers for the rundown buildings and for new books and when it was finally approved it came in the nasty form of an official head position being established and filled with the vile wretched Mr. Bumkiezer who had the singular mission of ‘centralizing’ the libraries into just one downtown library and shrinking that in turn down in budget as much as possible.

The first thing the oil slicked short haired man had said to her upon meeting her for the first time was, “I hate books. No one reads anymore. This whole thing is just a waste of tax payers money and time. If I want to know something, I want to know it fast, just click on a picture on my phone and tell me about it! Books are dead, like dinosaurs and rock music.” Paige had deeply hated the man ever since. That she was required to help him in his task of whittling the library down into extinction made her stomach sour but she stayed on, her meager salary keeping her just off the street for now and hoping to somehow stop the destruction of the public library as much as possible, hopeless as it was.

“Yes, sir.” Paige forced a smile. As the short troll of a man waddled up to her. He stopped just inches from her his eyes level with her massive jiggling breasts which he unabashedly stared at, a little puddle of disgusting droll forming in the corner of his mouth. She in turn stared at the top of his balding head and resisted every urge flashing through her to kick the gawking pervert in the crotch.

“Miss Turner,” the bloated man in his four thousand dollar tax payer bought suit slipped a gold cuff link stubby wrist and chubby arm around her waist as he turned her around and started the two of them slowly walking in the direction she had been originally heading. “I have a rather busy day planed and I am going to need you to handle that whole business concerning the ‘egghead’ and such.” The weasel let his arm slide down from around her slim narrow waist until he had a handful of her full round butt cheek. “I am just going to be too busy.” He began to squeeze her ass like pizza dough. “Just chat ‘em up and then get rid of them.” He gave her firm quivering ass two soft pats, “and don’t forget to get out to the Titkist estate and get all of that arranged.” He gave her ass one hard smacking slap that caused her to give out a slight startled high pitched “Yip!” despite herself and which caused her to stop suddenly and shoot up straight as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down her now arching back. He smiled at her thrust/jutting wobbling tits licking his grayish lips and then started to walk faster and away from her and then he spun around and pointed with a gun hand gesture back at her and said, “and don’t forget I am still interviewing for a personal assistant! It sure beats the pay you’re getting now in that uncertain job of yours. A lot more job security if you know what I mean.” And he winked at her as he let his ‘cocked’ thumb drop and made a clicking sound with his worm-like tongue.

“Yes, sir.” Paige snarled through smiling clenched teeth. She had seen the girls coming out of her bosses office after being ‘interviewed’. They had his ball snot still on their chins and chests having been forbidden by him to clean themselves off until ‘after’ he called them on his cell phone and they showed him the live pictures of them doing this or that ‘test assignment’ he had sent them out in public to do. With the men flocking back into the city all the ‘power’ positions were being taken over by men again if they hadn’t already been still filled by men and jobs for women were becoming increasingly scarily scarce! Women were being told that there were ‘cut backs’ for budget reasons and their jobs were on the line, despite new males being hired every day usually for job titles which had never existed before and which mysteriously superseded the position of the woman in question or replaced her entirely and all of this in face of an increasing shortage of labor being bemoaned by the newspapers as basic services like police and water and power and waste management failed to come close to meeting increasing demand. More and more one saw women of the city walking about with baby batter in their hair or dirt on their knees as they returned from the laundry mat with their bosses clothes!

‘Vile little turd!’ Paige muttered to herself and headed away form her departing boss and back toward the main downtown library building she had been originally rushing to before her unpleasant encounter with her ‘superior’. The downtown street was only populated by a scattering of people. Busses ran everywhere but with the return of the males, privet cars were back, honking and weaving around as they undid all the ‘green’ attempts the city of women had put in place. The once almost empty parking garages were now always full and the bike and jogging lane which every city street had once had was now converted over into a parking lane which cars and limos of men unceasingly fought over. The city had spent millions on new parking meters with the arrival of all the new cars but since most men could get a ‘parking meter exemption’ sticker for their cars only women seemed to be putting money into them as they chained their bikes to the meters.

Paige looked to her left and saw a young handsome man obviously chatting up a thirty-something woman with an armload of shopping. She in turn was smiling and licking her lips as her half lidded eyes made a circuit from the young man’s handsome face down to his crotch and back up to his face again and again. After a few seconds of not listening to his pickup lines the woman made up her mind or became off hand curious or was just having a good horny morning and shifting her bags to one cradled arm with her sole free hand expertly unzipped the mans trousers and began to fish out his cock.

There is nothing more exciting for a woman than that initial moment of ‘unzipping’. It is like Christmas and New Years and your Birthday all rolled in one. That hesitant second of expectation of hope of unbridled joy of heart stopping waiting as the ribbon comes ripping off the present. All women love the big cock. True a woman is not ‘ruled’ by her pussy as men are by their cocks, a woman can find love in words or in how much he cares about her or in simple quirks he has or how he entertains her and makes her laugh or makes her feel special or believes in her, and so on. But every woman loves the big cock. And every woman wants the big cock. There is just so much more you can do with a larger cock than you can with a smaller one. It isn’t just feeling ‘full’ down there or having it pushing all your buttons at once as it were. You can do so many more positions and ‘use’ it from so many more angles, I mean you don’t need to take a large cock balls deep to get the ‘joy’ of a powerful orgasm, not to mention that special ‘BCO’ Big Cock Orgasm which obviously only an arm length fist thick pecker slamming away for hours on end in your shameless wanting needing pussy can only bring to a woman, that knee shuddering see my own death in the moment orgasm of the BCO which a tiny pecker can never bring, It is how you can pull it out in semi-public and just go ‘wow’ every time giggling surprised again and again just like the first time at the sheer delicious size of the thing as you wrap both your hands around its thick pulsing shaft. It’s trying to stretch your mouth wide enough to get the head in as you drool like a teenager on that powerful bull-like hunk of dangerous man-meat muscle that could just tare you up and yet by which you conquer the heavens, a lever to move the world, all at your whim and bidding. Every woman every where wants that initial moment of ‘unveiling’ to be followed by the revealing of the largest slab of long thick tube steak she has ever seen! She wants that pecker to just slowly fall out from behind its parting curtains and just keep falling out! An avalanche of unending pole meat. A slab of cock that knocks the earth and sends the roots of her being akimbo. And there is nothing more crushing and disheartening and frustrating when instead you find a disappointing little pencil dick not even a third of the size of your smallest vibrator.

In Delta City, amazon city, pussy city, Aphrodite gene city, it is a thousand times more so for its women. Their lusts their needs are just SO much more demanding. It takes exceptionally long and thick cocks who can keep it up for hours on end for them to be sated from the terrible constant desperate turbulent swirling ocean of needs and anxious vibrant energies roiling their loins in ceaseless riptides of finger shaking mind shredding hornyness. It has made them jaded, all that tiny pecker disappointment, all that frustration of men being unable to sate their parched thirst. How easy it is to get a Delta City woman to drop her few clothes into a pile pooling around her ankles for the first few hundred times in her life, but if she wants it, needs it, bad! Well, small cocks just doesn’t cut it. An Aphrodite gene woman needs the donkey dicks the horse cocks to even make a dint in cooling her furnace of a snatch, and then he has to be ‘up’ to the task to satisfy her craving needs. Delta City women cum easily and frequently but that only ads fuel to their fire, they need that BCO to tame their lusts even if it is only for an hour or so. And while women around the world have their ‘pecker face’ their bluffing ‘ohh it’s a small one?!’ face forced golf clap polite smile to hide their heart rending sadness at the first sight of the pathetic disappointing thing as it lays tiny in the palm of their cupped hand. In Delta City the insane boiling lusts that make them a city of ‘sluts’ also makes them a city of pissed off angry rabid bitches when that curtain parts and a little puny penis slips out embarrassingly humiliatingly and mockingly before them. All that joy all that hope all that anticipation of relief from the ever burning flames of cock hunger explodes into a single mindless rage of disgust and horror and violence. You just don’t hit on a Delta City woman unless you are packing twelve inches of goodly thick trouser snake, unless you have a death wish or something. After all this is a city that for decades had Aphrodite gene women surrounded by impotent men! And one could rightly question if that hadn’t driven them all a little mad, a bit wonky in the brain?

But it was a city now swarming with newly arriving men who all saw the scantily clad women as horny easy sluts/prey where they were going to get all the pussy they wanted whenever they wanted and Paige could tell that this boy was new to the city by the way the young man was wide eyed shocked and surprised at the woman who he was hitting on just a second ago and who was now suddenly yanking out his cock right in the middle of the semi-busy downtown Delta City in front of dozens of women who all cast a bemused and slightly hungry eye at the crotch of the nervous young man. The woman with her shopping, all wet smile and shimmering wide expectant eyes, shoved her greedy shaking hand into his pants and grabbed his balls. This was the standard test every Delta City woman made of a new cock presented to her. You cupped the balls in your palm and massaged them and you measured the cock with your forearm. You were of course looking for a cock shaft that in length went past the crook of your elbow with its erect cock head and was hopefully larger in girth and width than your own elbow or upper bicep. But depending on how cute the boy was or how horny your quaking hungry pussy was, you might make an exception and take a cock that was only slapping its wet head against your elbow inner socket and was only as thick as your wrist, but he had to be really, really cute!!!!! Women were now stopping in their tracks and peering over at the woman measuring the increasingly uneasy boy and arching eyebrows of curiosity as to his potential worth as a future lover.

The faces of anticipation quickly turned sour with disgust and sneers and snorts and jeers. The woman doing the measuring, well her face fell as if an angel had farted, from delighted lip smacking anticipation red flirting blush of lust giving way to first white pale shock and then the shuddering scarlet of open rage. Her massaging hand on the boys nut sack became an angry talon claw as she gave several twisting wrenching yanks while yelling in rage at the insult of his offering her such a pathetic pecker and she followed this up by ripping her hand out of his open zipper pants grabbing and holding on to his shirt tails and kicking the wincing crying faced boy with several well placed pointed toe high heeled savage kicks to the crotch. The young man caved in gurgling in purple faced pain as he clutched at his groin and fell inert to the city pavement. A few other female bystanders added some kicks of their own and more explanative cursing his worthless fuck pole and then left laughing at him as he lay whimpering in the grimy wet gutter where he had rolled from the side walk to escape their incensed wraith.

Paige shook her head as she watched the woman with the arm load of shopping storm away with tears of frustration and disappointment streaming down her embarrassed angry face. ‘Men, would they ever learn?’ Paige thought to herself and hurried across the intersection toward the large block wide, marble faced, sweeping huge staircase of the downtown public library.

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The large city block spanning public library held several ‘artifacts’ and ‘displays’ which had once been housed in the equally large sister building of the Delta City Museum of art and history. That building had mysteriously burned down a few years back and refurbished now as tax payer paid for privet apartments for the various city officials. Paige however like many women in Delta City believed the fire had been an insurance scam and cover up of the male city officials who had systematically sold off much of the museums holdings and effects for their own personal gain. In any event, what few articles that had survived in the museums vaults or in separate storage facilities had been placed in the public library’s cavernous down stairs rooms. As well as any new acquisitions that the city made via endowments and items left in wills by wealthy citizens. So that when Paige walked through the large glass doors of the building main entrance she found her self passing a maze of display cases that oddly echoed her high heel taps on the mosaic marbled floor.

Like all the Aphrodite gene women of Delta City, Paige could not pass a mirror or a highly reflective surface without looking at herself. If it was true that all the women of Delta City were horny desperate psychotic manic/depressive sluts then it was also true that they were all impossibly vain as well. Paige paused now and again to raise an eyebrow and glance over her reflection in the glass display cases of the rather poorly lit long high arched main hall of the public library.

She wasn’t disappointed in what she saw. Her naturally brassy bright red hair shone in the dim light and feathered about her pale freckled face like a halo of solar flame. Her bright green wide eyes glinted from behind her large lens glasses, with mirth and intelligence on either side of her small pert nose. Her cheek bones were round and gave her an attractive girlish youthful look to her faces small strong jaw line and puffy full naturally ruby red pillow lips. Her neck was pale and thin and her shoulders somewhat broad, her arms were long and ended in slim wrists with long well shaped fingers with short nails due to her biting them whenever she became nervous. Her waist, 22, was small and her hips, 36, round full and proud and haughty in their wide swiveling sway. Her legs were perhaps just a tad too thin but they were long and had a graceful line to them. Her feet were small, thankfully as her mothers were way too big! And her bust was simply magnificent! Her tits, she believed, were her best feature bar none! They were large, a 38 J-cup, and full and round with puffy large areolas and thick ruddy ever erect nipples jutting out. Her breasts were firm and jutted out from her otherwise small chest seeming to defy gravity and moved in an almost constant quivering motion which became an excited leaping shuddering earthquake of jiggles and wobbles as soon as she moved any other part of her body. In a city full of hot alluring over sexed large busted women she was still an impressive eye catcher as she strolled down any street or into any room, leaving men breathless and staring in her immediate wake.

Today she was toning it down a bit, trying to restrict her over egger abundant bust and its volcanic eruptions of hypnotic mesmerizing movements with a tightly buttoned double breasted red dress coat blazer and her hip sway quivering shake with a knee length skin tight stretchy black pencil skirt. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she had opted for a white dress shirt under her jacketed blazer despite the chaffing this was causing to her Aphrodite screaming genes breasts at needing to be less constricted and confined under so much suffocating cloth! Her shoes were a simple stately open toe red dress shoe with a small three inch stiletto heel and a single slim ankle strap with tiny gold buckle. She of course wore no underwear! She had never owned a bra in her life and only wore panties on that rare day her Aphrodite gene body would send a menstruation ‘period’ to her door, about once every few months. She had a small red smoky faux alligator shoulder bag/purse slung over her right shoulder that held her wallet, cell phone, and a few odds and ends. She wore no watch, her cell phone was her time keeper as well as appointment calendar. And today her jewelry was a few simple pieces, a necklace of simple small gold chain and a few bracelets of black and red and gold, no rings today. Other than her red rimmed tortuous shell eye glasses that was all she was wearing and so other than checking out her own body there was little to ‘primp’ in her reflection. Though the Aphrodite gene kept her pawing at the cloying confines of her layered cloth imprisoned breasts! ‘I will have to shed this jacket soon.’ She grimly thought to herself, ‘or else go crazy from the itching discomfort!’

Still she managed to keep on the buttoned up blazer long enough to extend a hand to the ‘egg head’ as her boss had called him who was waiting for her at the main information desk and waved to her at her approach. “Professor White good to see you. I hope I haven’t kept you long.” Paige gave a thin smile to the somewhat unkempt looking old man. He must have been in his early sixties and any distant hope of spending the day with a young hunky man who might have given her, her own ‘BIG’ surprise present vanished with some angry disappointment from the back of her mind.

They say men think about sex about once every two hundred seconds or basically constantly. That in the back of their minds they are running everything around them through a ‘porno’ filter as it were. Every girl they meet is pictured naked and screaming for their cocks right there and then on top of their desks, every place they visit becomes somehow filled with naked women who think it normal to drop to their knees and start sucking complete strangers cocks for the most silly of stated reasons, every situation in their day to day lives is populated with scenarios which always ends in hot sexy girls naked and begging for their schlongs. In Delta City the women are like men in that respect. They are constantly running the world around them through a subconscious porno filter. Their perceptions are all being written by a porno script doctor. Every situation every person every event is in the background of their minds somehow populated with hot sexy men who are equipped with huge giant penises who for silly manipulated reasons are conned by them into getting naked and allowing themselves to be sexually used by the woman in question. The difference is of course, that when you ARE a hot sexy vibrant woman you CAN live your life like it is an endless porno script and DO all those sexual adventures with complete strangers day in day out. So there is a certain jadedness to it all and a sort of shrugging disappointment when the reality of the world doesn’t quiet match up with what your porno script writer imagination had typed out for that scene. As such Paige of course hadn’t given it any conscious thought about the ‘egg head’ she would be meeting today being a hot stud muffin with ample provisions who she might flirt with and then rape latter after getting him to strip naked for her out of some simple lying pretext that his simple little male mind couldn’t see as being the trick that it was. But now meeting the ‘egghead’ in person and seeing him to be an old unattractive man, she did feel the twinge of disappointment even if she had not felt the expectation of the whole fantasy her porno script writer mind had divvied up for her amusement.

So it took Paige a few minutes to get over her sudden funk which she remained unaware of and stop ignoring the man who fell in behind her as she took back her outstretched shaken hand and headed on fast heels up the stairs to her office ‘and if that old scrawny withered haggled bastard behind her was staring at her magnificent perfect ass which was at perfect practiced eye level from her perfect practiced fast pace she was just going to kill the pervert!!!’ But a few tentative glances over her slightly padded jacket shoulder showed that he wasn’t he was too selfishly self absorbed in ranting on about how excited he was about this opportunity and how wonderful it was she could help him and a bunch of other rot as she got increasingly pissed off that he was ignoring one of the hottest asses in all of Delta City swaying just inches from his face!!!!!!! MEN!!!

Paige was never sure if her office had once been a broom closet or a toilet. The room was narrow and cramped and after the spacious high vaulted wide marble hallways it always seemed extremely small whenever she first walked into it. Her bosses off ice was immediately beyond her small plain desk, through a dark oak panel door, which upon opening would show its self to be a series of immense lavish rooms with one entire wall of twenty foot high bay windows and another room resplendent with its own ‘day bed’ or ‘casting couch’ as her boss liked to call it, and these rooms in turn had several side doors leading out into other adjuring hallways, and thus her realistic notion that her boss had had a broom closet or spare toilet converted for her into an office.

Paige sat down at her desk there was just room along the row of file cabinets and a lone sickly yellow spotted African violet plant she had named, ‘Albert’, for a sturdy gray metal chair with attached green vinyl seat cushion for a single visitor to sit in. Paige gestured to the chair as she sat behind her desk and began frowning through the pile of paper work someone(s) had piled there since she had left late last night. The professor started to talk to her and she interrupted him without looking up from her papers with an ‘ah-ah-ah’ and tapped her pen on the small prism shaped paper weight sign on her desk which read, “SILENCE IS GOLDEN.“ After ignoring the balding old man in his long white lab coat?! for a few minutes more she began to half talk to him as she continued to make marks on some of the papers before her looking all the world like the busy librarian she in fact was, “Soooo, Mr. Witless. I understand you have a request to see some of our ‘privet’ collection items. For research purposes I gather?”

“It’s Whirter, Professor Whirter. And yes, I am hoping to exam some of the books in your collection for valuable information which may have grave and lasting impact upon the survival of the humane race and perhaps all life on this planet as we know it!” Paige looked up from her paper at the thin little man. He was bald on top with white hair on the sides of his head and a white mustache and beard and he wore a red bow tie, black rimmed glasses, a white dress shirt, a white lab coat complete with a pocket protector and assorted pens, a black belt with an odd gold buckle, and tan dress slacks and dark brown socks with black cracked leather dress shoes with brown laces. He looked entirely the part of a high school chemistry teacher complete with yellow cigarette stained teeth and bad coffee breath.

“I see. Well if the entire fate of the known world hangs in the balance, then I guess we had better find these books for you, before its time for lunch. I‘m thinking of sending out for Chinese and I would hate to miss it, you know because the world blew up and all.” Paige smirked at the easily excited man and thought, ‘what a loon!’ but kept a polite smile on her face after all that plastic badge clipped to his lab coat lapel stated that he was someone important for something called, “Tactical Intelligence Terrestrial Investigation Exploration Squad.” And the phone call yesterday to assist him had come via the mayors office, so she would just play along and get him out of her hair as soon as possible. “So now, what book in particular where you interested in?” She pulled her key board closer to her and waited for him to answer her.

“Oh my, no. You don’t have the book in question here. No, no. The book is part of the Titkist estate which was bequeathed to the public library. I understood that you were in the process of collecting up the book as well as many others from the old Titkist mansion on the outskirts of the city. That book has been locked up and kept from view for almost a quarter of a century. I can’t tell you how many times I and others have tried to get a chance to view the volume but the old Titkist stubbornly kept it locked up. But now things have come to life that make it most vital that I see that book and when I tried to contact Titkist himself I found he had mysteriously passed away and left all his library and personal letters to the city and thus the public library. So I contacted your Mr. Bumkiezer, but he wasn’t very helpful so I contacted the mayor and he in turn contacted this Mr. Bumkiezer a second time and I was told to come down here to the main branch of the -”

“Yes, yes. I got that. I understand. So you are interested in a book that hasn’t been collected yet but is still at the Titkist estate?” Paige tapped her pen against the side of her glasses. The old man nodded emphatically. “You do realize the Titkist estate has left the city a library of thousands of old books and manuscripts. Thousands.”

“Yes, I realize the collection is rather extensive. But I can assure you I will know the book on sight and I am rather certain I can guess as to the where a bouts of its location.” The old man adjusted his glasses and shifted to the edge of his chair in his growing excitement.

“Well, it is a rather unusual request. To try and locate a book from an estate we haven’t even begun to catalogue. And I am rather busy today.” Paige had hoped to fob off the old geezer onto one of the few subordinate staff remaining at the library as soon as possible but a new sinking feeling was beginning to grow in her that that was not going to be possible and the alternative was simply too depressing to contemplate. Her mind half raced half snoozed in boredom as she thought of some other option than having to spend more time with another male loser-loon.

“Yes. I realize my request is most unusual and that it takes months if not years for just the legal aspect of an estate to be closed and longer still for such an endowment to be labeled and sorted and insured and so forth, but really we don’t have that sort of time. It is of vital importance that I see that book today! And well, I have also noted that the city tends to, err, misplace items or flat out sells them openly. It would be catastrophic if this volume was sold either publicly in lot at auction or secretively on the black market and its potential information be lost to us at this juncture of time!” The old man had risen to his feet and was now pointing a finger up at the wood paneled ceiling and lecturing some what absent mindedly to her African violet.

The bit about the city selling off the books ‘off the record’ was indeed a realistic fear and one she shared. There was a big push by Bumkiezer to get him a list of the titles and estimated price values of the books in the collection and he had been on the phone and internet with each new list in his fat pudgy hand as soon as he had received each days investigative effort. She was certain that the vast majority of the Titkist collection would never be seen by the people of Delta City or even recorded as existing or ever having been by the library records. Even with such a corrupt government as Delta City was mired in, siphoning off so much tax payer money into privet pockets it still couldn’t keep all the Bumkiezer’s of the world in four thousand dollar suits. Each little potentate had to have his own little scams going on to feed himself and his immediate superiors. “Well, I was going to head out to the Titkist estate myself this afternoon….”

“Fantastic! We should leave at once! There is not a moment to spare!” The old man shot about the room like a freshly blown up balloon unleashed by a child and threw open the door and launched himself threw it startling the janitor outside who was about to mop the floor. And the two men fell in a shouting mass of limbs knocking the mop bucket over and sending soapy cascades of water over the marble tile both without and within her little office.

“Great. I can’t wait.” Paige rolled her eyes and blew a breath up at her bangs.

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“Well, here we are… the Titkist mansion.” Paige leaned over the large steering wheel of the Delta City book van. The book van program having been scraped by her boss as soon as he arrived leaving the over sized decades old panel truck emblazoned with ‘Delta City Library Book-mobile’ now being used primarily by what few staff remained as a vehicle to run personal errands for Mr. Bumkiezer. By leaning over the steering wheel and looking straight up through the wide flat windshield Paige could just make out the four story wooden building that once comprised the last of the long Titkist family line through the maze of half dead moss covered elms. The van shuddered through the open wrought iron gates and lurched down the over grown broken potholed brick drive. “The gate is open. Some one must be here, or else they forgot to lock it when they left… probably one of the estate lawyers.” Paige wend the van up the steep twisting path through the thick almost swampy grounds until they cleared the wood and screeched to a halt before the imposing house proper. “Hmmm, no other cars here. I guess we are it today.” Paige eyed the near empty gas gauge somewhat apprehensively as she turned the key and killed the engine. Mr. Bumkiezer made the employees use their own money when driving the van so no one liked to ’fill it up’, that coupled with the sheer awkwardness of the vans ungainly size at the pumps and Paige herself also tried to avoid the musical chairs of being the one stuck pouring her paycheck into the beast. She looked down at the professor who still damp from his sudsy bath with the janitor sat upon a newspaper on the vans floor next to her seat, ‘maybe I can get egghead here to pony up some pesos on the return trip?’ Paige thought to herself. The professor looked up at her and she smiled down at him. “Ready?” she pulled the bus handle lever and the door winced open and the professor moved/half crawled down the step well and out of the book van. Paige gave a quick look around through the windows of the van and then pulled out the ignition key. It was attached to a large slab of wood which read ‘Book-mobile’ printed on it in faded black marker. She spent a few seconds trying to fit the key and its attached wooden plank into her small purse/hand bag and failing gave up in frustrated exasperation and reinserted the key back into the book vans ignition and got up out of the drivers seat and steeped down and out of the van. ‘Maybe I will get lucky and someone will steal the damn thing and they can put gas in it.’ Paige pushed the van’s doors shut behind her. A white bearded cotton wood moaned next to her and the desolate decrypted house seemed to moan back at it in a language of creaking popping hisses. Professor egghead was standing a few strides from the van stretching the kinks out of his old body from the cramped ride, he still had the wet newspapers stuck on his back and behind. Paige smirked and said nothing as she passed him and began to dig in her purse for the ring of keys to the Titkist mansion.

At the large double doors to the house Paige paused and continued to dig in her hand bag frowning at the large bundle of keys which she swore she had put in there yesterday which now seemed to be missing. “Where are they?”

The professor walked up the steep front steps and reached out an absent minded hand and opened the front door and walked into the mansion. A lone piece of wimpled news paper fell of his backside and made a dead leaf ballet down to rest before her red shoes. Paige clipped her hand bag closed and puzzled muttered, “that’s really irresponsible for someone to leave both the front gate AND the front door open.” ‘But lucky for us as I can’t seem to find the keys?!’ Paige thought to herself and entered into the main lobby hall and pulled close the large door behind her. “Maybe someone IS here. Got dropped off or something… HELLO!” both her and the egghead stood in the foyer and stared around them up at the cluttered wood paneled walls and shadowy staircases. “Hello!?” Paige looked at the professor who looked back at her and shrugged. “Well it’s a big house so maybe they can’t hear us? Anyway lets find your book and I can get to work categorizing some more of the downstairs privet library and upstairs study. Gosh, I hope I won’t need any of the rest of those keys on the key ring? If we run into a locked door our little fieldtrip here maybe done for the day.”

“I’m pretty sure we won’t need keys where we are going.” Whirter spoke into the air as he looked around them at the impressive vaulted ceiling.

“Well let’s hope so. I have only been here twice before and both times the place was crawling with lawyers and adjustment brokers. I have only really been in the study and library for any significant amount of time but I do remember a lot of metal gates and heavy wooden doors that the insurance people were having trouble finding keys for and such. But you’re right… I am pretty sure there aren’t any doors between us and the downstairs library… well maybe just one, and the study? Well let’s just hope it’s not locked up.” Paige had been heading across the marble floor toward the distant master stair case when she stopped and looked back at the professor. “Err, which is it? The downstairs library or the upstairs study?”

“Pardon?” the professor looked down from frowning at a row of stuffed birds lining the rooms upper cornice, owls and crows. Both fowl found on the Titkist crest.

“This book of yours… the one you so desperately needed to see today… you know to save the world and all of that. Is it downstairs or upstairs?” Paige smiled as another leaf of damp newsprint slowly parted ways with the professors backside and spiraled down to the floor.

“OH! That! Yes! No. That is the tomb is neither up stairs nor downstairs. It is in the hidden library, which is through a secret passage and then down in the abandoned crypts. Come follow me.” and smiling the egghead turned away from the master stair case and entered one of the many side doors along the main halls wall and disappeared.

“Secret passage?…. WTF?” Paige frowned at the still open and very dark shadowy doorway through which Whirter had disappeared and then grasping her purse strap firmly and shaking her head she clicked away rapidly on her heels after the lanky vanishing man.

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Paige ducked through the low dark opening of rough hewn stone and waved an outstretched hand to ward off the thick dust covered cobwebs before her and entered into the surprisingly well lit room. “Wow! It really IS a secret room. And a rather BIG one at that!” Professor Whirter who had slipped through the low stone entrance just before her glanced down at Paige who was still half bent over and assumed her ‘big one’ comment was directed at his crotch as that was what was from his point of view was directly in front of her face and blushed and chortled. Fortunately Paige missed this utterly and standing fully upright wandered with eyes wide into the large spacious irregular shaped room lined with wooden shelves full of books and curios. Paige dusted her hands against each other and then rubbed them on the sides of her pencil skirt while she watched the professor move past her and flip on an old looking key switch turning light knob screwed to the wall with fuzzy rope looking braids running from it and the room lit by a smattering of randomly fixed lamps was suddenly lit by several more such lamps increasing what had seemed a lot of illumination after the passage ways well-like darkness into a more evenly dispersed light that showed the long room to be half man made half natural cave-like in its structure. Whirter did not turn off his small flash light which he had produced from his lab coat pocket earlier and he continued to use it to pan it over the spines of books covering the walls and lying in heaps and piles on the eccentric mishmash of tables and few chairs scattered through out the zigzagging room. Though initially she had thought the room well lit she now found herself squinting at the shadow covered rows of books and found herself moving slowly between the small pools of light the few lamps dimly provided. When she came across a very old looking hand lantern consisting of a large heavy battery with wing nut screws and wires leading to a large glass bulb and a rough metal handle sitting on a stack of books rising from the floor to her waist she picked it up. There was no off/on switch and instead she had to unscrew one of the wing nuts enough to take the loose bare end of one of the light bulb wires and wrap it around the screw post of the lantern battery and then screw down the wing nut again. The light flickered on into a steady warm yellow beam and she found herself holding the heavy awkward lamp in both hands. Her right hand holding the thick braided metal wire handle and the left hand helping support the monstrosity by cupping under the large rectangular battery cell its self. “It will take months to categorize and log such a collection!” She noted the professor was moving around one of the rooms ‘bends’ as the room or more truthfully a ‘hallway’ of a room followed the natural flowing of the cave and bent this way and that and rose and dipped slightly. Paige hurried a bit past more tables of books and piles of books on the floor and chairs stacked with books and small ladders here and there covered in books. A little too hurriedly as the slight creepiness of the place lent speed to her feet and she almost crashed into the professors still newspaper covered backside as she raced around the corner.

“It use to be a wine cellar, before the war.” The professor offered as he raised up his hand and its little pocket flash light scanning it across the walls of books and odds and ends. “OH! And still is!” his light fell upon a wine rack snuggled amidst the book racks and smiled.

“Uh, you did say you knew where this book of yours was? Didn’t you? I mean there’s a lot of books down here and obviously no rhyme nor reason to their placement.” Paige remained closer to the professor than she had even in the dark secret passage tunnel there was just something sinister about the lurking shadows around them.

“Wha-? Oh yes, yes. It is in the crypts just at the end of this passage. And we should hurry.” the professor set off again down the newly exposed long hallway of more books and shelves of dust covered knickknacks. As they progressed the wall lamps became fewer and fewer and the shelves of books became increasingly irregular in their size and construction and more often were replaced by empty wine racks or piles of crates until after a few more turns the place no longer had a look of a library or study at all and decidedly a look of a tunnel lined with items being stored or discarded from memory. Their path ended abruptly after its long meandering seemingly endless supply of books against a large metal iron gate covered in dusty cobwebs and rusted chains. “These are the Titkist family crypts though I don’t think they have been burying any Titkist’s in here for the last few generations. It is better to come through from this way as it is closer to the books location than to come through the cemetery up above as that is a longer route, that and the metal doors to the crypts in the cemetery above are welded shut from what I heard.” The professor stuck his little light in his mouth and started to unravel the loops of thankfully not paddle locked chains from around the iron bars of the gate and its iron bar housing.

“Welded shut?! Well that’s lovely. So about this book you are so interested in? what is it about anyway? Some kind of magic tomb to ward off an evil invasion of undead spirits or some Titkist family curse thing? Or-” The professor shook his head and almost laughed or tried to with the flashlight handle in his mouth and began answering her as he continued pushing and pulling the coil of chain, unwrapping it from around the bars. Unfortunately he was answering her with the flash light still in his mouth and she couldn’t understand a word he was trying to say. “Here let me help you with that.” And Paige took the saliva dripping wet flashlight from his mouth and made an unsuppressed ‘yuck!’ face at it as she gingerly held it between her fingers and moved her leg up a little off the ground by slipping the ball of her foot out of her shoe and up onto the top of her shoes heel so she could rest her own heavy lamp half on her upper thigh.

“OH! Thanks! Yes, that is much better, now where was I? Oh yes. So this Jones fellow was very excited about finding an underground city, you know. And he set about exploring it as much as possible. He wasn’t a scientist or anything, just a big game hunter/wanderer/mercenary and his explorations of the caverns and the incredible abandon ruin of a city he had found there were much like his current job at the time as an ivory poacher. That is, there was a definite mercenary/mercantile aspect to it all and not a hint of any quest for knowledge and yet to be utterly truthful the lad did possess that rare glint of imagination and hunger for exploring the unknown. He wasn’t entirely a brain dead crass moralists lacking sack of rat droppings as most were in his various professions, but his visits to the underground city were basically visits to explore and profit from removing any and all things hinting of value he could find. Mostly pots and such sold on the black-market, some trinkets here and there, you know the sort of thing one finds laying about an abandoned several thousand year old stone work hidden city. He of course told no one of his discovery, his little on the side cash cow, but he did make extensive notes and maps of his explorations. Still to make his trips to the underground city worthwhile he had to bring out more items than he could lug out on his back alone, he needed help. But it had to be a help that wouldn’t sneak back in there and help its self to his treasure or blab about it to a friend in a moment of drunken stupor. So he picked a crew of a handful of displaced local natives. Now these were fellows who had already spent several years on the wrong side of the law and weren’t above a little skullduggery. But being locals of sorts they also still retained a fear of the ‘forbidden sacred place’ that Jones was paying them to tote and carry to and fro.” the professor seemed to be having trouble with the rusty iron chains and was perhaps making the gorgons knot into a worse mess than it was before he had started his yanks and pulls. Paige sighed and shifted her heavy lamp on her thigh and began to tug at her jacket collar with her other hand that was holding the little flash light, her boobies were screaming and itching at being confined for so long under so much fabric!!!

“Err, so everything was fine until Jones made one trip too many and was caught by some of the local natives who held the place both in sacred and terrified off limits awe. The locals Jones was using as porters got rather nasty treatment at their brothers hands, cut them up into little pieces or burred them neck deep in an ant mound something like that. And well Jones was about to get the same when he managed to escape. He just made it to the river and lost his pursuers there. A few days latter he was discovered by a young woman who was accompany a hunting party. She was to be married to one of the men in the party in a few months some kind of arranged thing. Well Jones was in his last breaths when she found him and delirious to boot, but he did manage to impart most of his fabulous tale of an underground city just before he died. Luckily or unluckily depending on your point of view, he also had his note books and maps with him and this young girl, named Hattie? or nicknamed such. Found these items and hearing approaching men hide herself just as the local tribesmen showed up and reclaimed Jones body and all the rest of his belongings and melted back into the brush. Leaving her alone with the books and maps.”

Paige couldn’t stand it any longer, the combination of the itching feeling of her repressed smothered nipples and the egghead’s endless meandering rants were simply too much, she shoulder pushed the professor aside, “here you hold these and I will get the chain.” She handed him the two lights and gratefully unbuttoned her jacket and quickly removed that as well and tossed the jacket over the professors already laden arms, and set to work on unraveling the chain. Usually you could over come the anxious itching sensation of layered covering or thick covering cloth over the nipples or crotch of an Aphrodite gene woman by making those clothes ‘tight’! A tight restricting bound state always turned an Aphrodite gene woman on. It felt… naughty and got the ‘juices’ flowing as it were. It turned the ‘itch’ into a ‘tingle’. But binding up your breasts in tight clothing or restrictive garments only worked for so long and then the need to uncover your nipples just became all that much worse when suddenly the itch returned, not to mention that after several hours of such exquisite naughty torture you had just made yourself all that much more hornier than one normally was!!! Paige bit her lower lip and tried to ignore the now tom-tom beat of her engorged nipples focusing on the chain before her, “err, you were saying about this book of yours professor?”

“Oh, yes. Well, so this Hattie broke off her engagement once she got home and returned some months latter with a new small party of porters and set about finding this lost underground city. She found it and soon found that the pages of fantastical drawings and notes were all true. Including the reams of stuff on semi-sentient plant life and bizarre creatures. Which pleased Hattie tremendously as she had dollar signs in her eyes and imagined laurels of fame on her forehead for discovering and bringing back all these new unheard of flora and fauna to the doorstep of the modern world. She fancied herself as a sort of mid-eighteenth century zoologist I suppose. Anyway, the first few sneak in trips didn’t go very well as all the plants and animals that were in all these sort of meandering rift valleys that lay around the underground ruins were inseminoid plants and creatures. That is, the nasty kind that reproduce by raping people! Jones had avoided those areas like the plague of course when he realized what they contained, but that was exactly what Hattie was looking for and wanting to capture and take away! No little clay pots and semi-precious metal work figurines for this girl! No sir-ee” The professor pulled some boxes up next to the iron door and set the lamp upon it so it shown its beam upon the spot where Paige was working, though for several frustrating seconds it meant Paige had to impatiently wait and blow angry puffs of breath up at her sweaty bangs in complete darkness until this task was completed. Then the professor pulled another crate up behind Paige who returned to her task of trying to un-knot the heavy chains which the professor had haplessly entangled. Then the professor as he continued his long, long tale, folded up Paige’s nice prized best dress jacket and then put it on the dirty crate top and sat on it to keep from getting his slacks from getting soiled, and pulling out a pocket handkerchief mopped at his perspiring brow. “Now an inseminoid plant or animal will attempt to mate with any humanoid female it chances upon, but males it just kills and dismembers. So you can imagine what happened to all of Hattie’s porters when she kept insisting on dragging them down into these little over grown jungle valleys that sprung up here and there wherever the roof of the cavern had fallen in and which where covered in inseminoid plants and animals! Poof! No more porters! And thus no one to help her drag her specimens back. It wasn’t until her sixth or seventh? pocketbook draining trip that Hattie decided to use an all woman crew instead of men. No more bloody limbs being tossed around everywhere, but now she had just brought a dozen fresh young vibrant nubile ‘breeders’ to the doorsteps of gang bang central! Where she had thought there to be a few dozen inseminoid creatures and plants in the rift valleys and lying here and there amongst the ruins proper, the prescience of so much healthy breeding material woke up ‘thousands!’ of dormant inseminoid beings! It became pretty obvious once her entire female party was incapacitated, and mercilessly impregnated over and over again why the underground city had been abandoned all those centuries ago! Helpless to free her porters who were now little more than orgasm brainwashed breeder cows! Hattie managed to escape the city ruins now crawling with hundreds of fresh new inseminoid creatures and flee. I think she would have returned yet again if war hadn’t stripped her of her inherited family funds and made further such adventuring simply fiscally impossible for her to manage. However she did gather up all her data as well as that of Jones which she had, and published a limited edition volume of her discoveries. I assume she was still looking for that dreamy eyed fame and fortune or at least a willing backer to fund a new expedition. However the idea and detailed graphic drawings turned into equally detailed prints for the book proved far too much for the mindset of her time, I mean we are talking about describing and illustrating the active detailed rape of a woman by a plant! And the book was quickly banned, gathered up, and burned. Only a handful of copies remain today and the only currently known whereabouts of any of these copies is the sole copy in the hands of the late Titkist. And that of course is the book which we are now seeking to find.”

Paige stepped back as the chain now fell loudly to the stone floor and whipped her forehead with the back of her small hand. “Viola!”

“Well done! Well done!” Professor Whirter leapt to his feet leaving a newspaper page behind him on the crate he had been sitting on covering up Paige’s jacket from immediate view. He grabbed Paige’s shoulder and gave it a joyful shake, “Well done little missy. Now what say you that we find this missing tomb of ours!” The Professor walked up to the iron gate with out stretched hand and slammed his be-speckled face right into the bars.

Paige rolled her eyes and reached out and around the thin tall frame of the professor and gave the rusted stiff gate a firm hard push and with a screech the gate shuddered open. The egghead looked back at her as he rubbed his nose and nodded a thanks as Paige gave him a lopsided thin smile and then shook her head as the tall man hurried forward into the gloom beyond the gate. Paige started after the professor and then stopped and returned for her heavy lamp light and gave the place a quick once over to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything. Her eyes failed to see her best power suit dress jacket under the newspaper as they darted around and she spun away and left it. Disappearing into the gloom of the tunnel beyond the gate.

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There were no more lamps of any kind once past the gate and only their two hand held lights cast any relief from the inky darkness. The tunnel its self changed in shape as well. It was no longer a high ceiling thin and narrow channel of natural stone walls and stone tiled floor but was now a low squat vaulted all stone work arched round wall and ceiling with often a natural rough stone floor. Passages of irregular shape span off the central tunnel some man made and others of irregular rough natural form. Sometimes the main passage became entirely rough natural stone with crude wooden braces lining the wall at irregular intervals, sometimes it narrowed to where they could no longer walk side by side and had to follow one another. At times the floor was flooded ankle deep with icy cold water and the walls hung thick with lichen and miter. It took what seemed to them and interminable amount of time before the walls began to have niches carved into them and caskets of various stages of decay shoved into the niches. But once this began the tunnel became more a series of rooms without doors leading one into the other. And at times not only where the caskets set back into carved niches but were piled upon the floor or set leaning up right in corners.

“How many Titkist were there?!” Paige wondered aloud and recoiled oddly at the strange sound of her voice in the echoing musty air. “I mean, there must be hundreds of dead bodies down here.”

“Oh, it was an Abbey before it was the privet residence of the Titkist. The Abbey buried much of the local dead down here in its crypts as well as the monks who lived here. The Abbey its self burned down so the mansion up above is almost entirely new. Err, entirely new about a century ago that is. The fire didn’t touch much of the catacombs as you can see, most of these books down here belonged to the brothers who use to run a winery during their time. Highly prized bottles as I understand from Titkist. He often covered his gambling debts by looting the cellars as his father did before him.” The professor paused with his little flashlight raised and panned it over the yellow dung colored walls. “A bygone age, I’m afraid. Such simpler times.”

The snake-like vertebra spine of the connected rooms gave way to a large blue stone room with stone stairs leading up. There had been occasional such stone stairs leading up upon their journey and the professor had pointed each of them out and stated that those lead up to one of the cemetery stone tombs upon the surface with its small stone windowless house and its iron welded shut door. In each case there had been one or two stone sepulcher raised from the floor and housing no doubt some once important or at least rich personage in their final resting place. But this large room housed no such stately stone coffins. Instead its walls were lined with small dead end niches or rooms some barred with iron gates some open to the room. A long open gutter ran down the center of the room which flowed green brackish water to large half arch standing rusted grilled drains at either end of the long room. The stairs lead up to a second gallery of rail-less narrow ledges leading in turn to more niches of rooms. The room seemed cavernous and immense after the increasingly smaller and smaller tomb rooms they had passed through but in fact it was only a few hundred paces across and three or four times that in its length.

The tunnel entrance they exited into the large bluish tinted stone room was set in one of its long sides and almost at its center so that they found themselves with niches running on either side of them and the small foul stream of fishy smelling water ebbing its oily wrinkles before them. The stone stairs leading up to the next level of niches was on the other side of the man-made creek and the tail end of warped thick oak planks half sticking out of the water showed the collapsed crossing point once used to span the two meter channel.

Paige could easily toss the egghead over her shoulder and leap the stone channel with her awakened Aphrodite genes but that would reveal her super heroine abilities to the professor and though she had not yet tried her hand at the super heroine game, she thought it decidedly better to not to reveal any of her hidden talents to anyone. Thus her not snapping the chains and taking the frustratingly long time to untie them at the gate. Besides her favorite pair of shoes had already been ruined by those rooms already full of water!

“We are looking for a small staircase leading down.” The professor was walking along the niches shinning his light into them and examining them each in turn.

“Down?!” Paige whined. She turned and began shinning her light into the niches in the opposite direction the egghead had gone. The shallow niches often held urns or metal boxes or just piles of bones and rags. The gated ones lead into shallow rooms and it was difficult to see what was in those but Paige felt no desire to enter any of them just yet.

After a few startled moments of her light shining upon stacks of skulls here and there and the occasional huge rat staring back at her, she found a small niche with a wooden staircase leading down. It was a gated niche and the gate had a large paddle lock on it. ‘Great!’ Paige growled to herself. She quickly shot a glance over at the professor who was still searching his side of the room and setting down her lamp she grasped the paddle lock in both hands and began wrenching it about. After a few grunting straining moments the hasp snapped off with a metal shriek and she smiled at the rented lock in her hand. She looked over and saw the egghead standing immediately next to her. “Ahhhh, it was rusted.” She tossed the wrenched paddle lock over her shoulder where it disappeared with a ‘plop!’ into the brackish water.

“Good girl!” the professor snorted. “I do believe this is it!” The professor warily pushed the now free gate open and began to descend down the tight well like aperture of wooden stairs. The stairs seemed to be more of a span covering gaps here and there down an other wise natural shaft of rock as you found yourself walking across uneven stone surfaces as much as the creaking wooden steps as the descent lurched this way and that twisting past the uneven boulder like walls. If the ground wasn’t so cold and occasionally slimy Paige would have removed her high heels but instead continued to make do in them and cling to the rough walls for additional support. The shaft corkscrewed its way a short distance and emptied its self and them into a singular irregular cave. The entire cave was sealed off from their point of aperture by a wall of iron bars thick as her fist, jointed together from embedded floor to embedded roof in three foot sections. Cross bars of equal thickness had been added to this as well and only a single small one meter square door of solid metal set a meter off the ground in the center of this web of solid iron bars was the only passage through. The door was not hinged but instead was paddle locked with large heavy locks on all four of its sides. Holding it imposingly secure to the wall of bars. A waist high wall of rough stones and mortar had been set in turn in front of this iron wall of bars on their side of the bars with iron links and more iron bars driven into the stone floor to help strengthen it. Piles of more stones and rotted bags of quicklime and caked mossy piles of sand showed that the stone wall had been abandoned some time ago and never finished.

“That leads off into the natural caves and such under Delta City. I believe the monks first built a wooden wall there to keep out some of the nastier creatures that dwell down here. The Titkist strengthened it after Fengshui showed up and set his own even nastier beasties down there. But here is what we are looking for!”

Paige spun around from the imposing iron and stone wall to see the professor panning his small flash light over several large metal chests set upon the stone floor upon their side of the dividing wall. Paige joined the professor as they both began to look over the large pile of metal boxes.

“Titkist inherited the book in question from the monks and placed it down here along with some other less reputable items which some of his forefathers had acquired by somewhat questionable means.” The metal boxes had hasps but thankfully no locks and one after another flipped open to reveal oilskin cloths swaddling small wooden boxes containing jewels or small precious figurines or jewel encrusted chalices, the works were magnificent but all held a rather common similar theme and that being that the works all displayed a rather pornographic nature. Solid gold phalluses and elaborate ivory carved dishes that were unmistakably the image of female sexual organs, and statues of delicate women being defiled by horrible muscular overly endowed monsters, all carved in milky creamy jade. Box after box revealed a treasure trove of priceless porn!!! “Not exactly easy to sell even on the black market, and not the kind of thing one displays on your downstairs mantel what with the bishop coming over for tea and all. And all of it quiet stolen I’m afraid. Priceless useless smut! Ha!”

The metal boxes were of many sizes and it was in one of the footlocker sized cases that the rubber seals of the depressed lid stiffly sucked open to reveal a cache of large leather bound books. The professor with a yelp saw the one he was seeking at once and pulled it out. “Yes! Here it is! Just where Titkist said he kept it! I was somewhat concerned that all my recent request to see it might have resulted in him bringing it up to his study or moving it somewhere else! But we are in luck, his curiosity must not have been so piqued as to send him wading through mud and filth to retrieve the thing!!”

The professor set about with excited nervous fingers opening the book as he clasped his small light under an armpit, but even as he flipped its thick gilded pages and marveled at the maps and diagrams and prints, his small flashlight battery gave way and dimmed into darkness. “Oh bother!” He moaned.

“I think we had better quickly retrace our steps before my own light gives out or we never find our way out of this pit!” Paige nodded at her own yellow lamp light and the dark cavern around them.

“Yes, yes, we have the book. We should leave these accursed places as soon as possible.” the professor nodded in turn and with arm clutching his book to his chest he held out his other hand and grasping Paige’s shoulder began to follow her out of the Titkist crypts.

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The large lamp light had given out before they had reached the iron gate separating the hidden rooms library hallway and the Titkist crypts proper but they had reached the last few rooms of the chain of yellow dung catacomb rooms and it was a matter of stumbling in blind darkness inching along until finally after an eternity of worry and breath sucking toe stubs and hand re-tracking touching of unknown slimy things they saw the dim light of the few lamps glow through the bars of the still ajar gate. Pushing on they both decided the lamps provided too little light to properly read by their bulbs coated thick in dust and dim with age, and had screwed up their courage to tackle the inky blackness of the short secret passage until fumbling and bumbling they snapped the lock and staggered into the Titkist mansion proper.

It was well past sunset when they returned to the mansion and so they found themselves exiting the secret passage to the hidden library into equally dim unlit rooms of the mansion its self. A full moon filtered behind thick rolling clouds and gave them occasional stabs of pure white light, spotlighting their searches for electrical light switches and turning their dim shadowy world into one of blue and gray hulking shapes. The first few rooms proved to alien in their layout to place a light switch anywhere sensible and it wasn’t until the stumbled down a few darkened hallways that they found their first light switch and the sudden warm bright glow it offered!

This turned out to be a downstairs room full of chairs and couches and an old marble fireplace but rather small all in all and cluttered. Paige recognized it and realized there was a rare restroom/bathroom near by just down the hall. (the Titkist mansion seemed to have very few toilet rooms in it? She knew of only two that she had found in her previous visits!!) And wanting to both relieve her much taxed bladder and wash her muddy fish smelling feet, hands, and shoes she left the professor to go find the water closet in question. The equally mud besmirched professor didn’t seem to even know she existed now that he had his book and he stood in the very middle of the small room and poured over its pages and illustrations with rapt attention not even bothering to sit in any of the nearby comfortable looking cushy chairs?! Paige gave up trying to explain herself and shaking her head simply left the room and re-entered the dark hallway.

In the hallway she removed her shoes from her painful feet and carried them in her hand by their tiny straps as she maneuvered down the ever dimming hallway careening her neck this way and that as the light from the open lit room increasingly fell behind her. She took to running one hand along the wood paneled walls, though this meant knocking the occasional painting or framed photo hanging there and bumping into a small table and nearly spilling its vase to a shattering promised impact. The wooden floor of the hallway had a thick plush rug runner down its center and her tired feet more and more lead her out away from her guiding wall to its more comfortable tread.

As such she was rather surprised when a sudden wash of moonlight sliced through the shut curtains and revealed a T-section juncture of hallways. She had missed the bathroom door. She quickly turned before the moonlight decided to abandon her and saw two closed doors on her right and a third just barely as an inky well being open on the left. The open lit door way to the room with the professor was rather surprisingly a long ways from her now. She made a quick rush for the nearest room and its closed door just as the moonlight vanished. The door was locked. She kept a hand along the wall and made her way half using the far lit open doorway of the room with the professor as a compass guide point and found the second door . It opened with a raspy twist, the handle feeling lose. There was no wall switch to be found but she wandered with shuffling feet until she bumped into the back of a small padded chair and this she inched along sideways to a couch and this lead in turn to a table with a small lamp which she clicked on. The light from this revealed a nearby floor lamp which she also turned on. She left the room and with its door open and light streaming out of it she could make out another closed door on the same side as the now lit door opening and on the opposite side as the professors room. She ignored the other closed door across from her as she distinctively remembered the bathroom being on this side of the hallway. The newly revealed door was unlocked and opened to reveal a tile floor. Relieved she passed her hand up and down on the cold tile wall just inside the door jamb until she felt the ornate metal plate of the light switch and flipped it on.

The light clicked on and the small all white porcine tiled bathroom nearly blinded her after her wandering in the dark. She quickly entered the room and closed and locked out of habit the door behind her. There was a small pedestal sink on her immediate right with a hanging mirror above it. A white porcine toilet crammed in beyond that and on her left a white iron tube with legs looking like birds talons clutching eggs or globes. A metal slim arching faucet raised above one end of the tube with two simple spigot handles. Directly across from her was an open tiled niche which housed several large folded towels, a stack of wash rags, and a small metal tray containing a bar of hand soap. There were also the apparatus for a male shaving kit and a few face and hair gels as well as a toothbrush and some tooth powder in a small tin box.

At first Paige began to raise her pencil skirt as she eyed the toilet and then she had a rethink. Seeing herself in the small mirror above the sink she realized she was indeed quiet filthy from her blind wanderings in the Titkist crypts and biting her lower lip she weighed the professors wrapt attention in his new found volume and the large size of the work, versus a quick scrub in the sink and the nearby full sized bath tub. In the end the awkwardness of washing herself to any desirable degree while remaining clothed seemed pointless to just stripping naked and doing an easier and faster job kneeling down inside the tub and being able to get at her entire body all at once!

So Paige stopped pulling her pencil skirt hem up her shapely hips and instead setting her shoes down under the sink next to where she had dropped her handbag purse out of her way, removed the skirt entirely by shimming it down her hips and then legs. She then hung this skirt and then her blouse upon the hooks set on the door behind her. Paige then made a much needed use of the toilet and flushing it. Set about gathering up the needed supplies for her quick bath. As she did so she found a bottle of bath oils and some bath suds and pausing for only a second she decided to forgo the quick bath idea by instead taking a much deserved bubble bath!

In a few minutes she had the rubber stopper in place in the tub and had the steaming hot bath water pouring out and expertly adding the sweet smelling oils to the rising bath water. As she awaited for the bath water to fill the tub, she noted how soiled her skirt and blouse were and eyeing the thick soft luxurious bath robe hanging on the door hooks next to her muddy garments she decided to wash and soak her clothes in the sink while she used the tub. So she took down her shirt and skirt and placed them into the sink and washed and rinsed them and then refilled the sink to let them soak a bit in face of the stubborn oily mud. It was while doing this that she suddenly noted her dress jacket was missing and began to worry where it was! She had given it to the egghead… so surly he must still have it?! Hopefully the old coot hadn’t lost it! It would take several scrimping paychecks for her to replace it and it was very difficult even in large busty Delta City to find a jacket that fit her so well as that one did!

Paige shook her head and turned off the bath tub spigot and slowly rapturously climbed into her bath to wash and soak her aching limbs. She used her increasingly tempered will power to fight the urge for a quick soapy finger bang, even though she desperately needed the sexual release. And settled for an extended long lip parting eyelid flickering soapy mangling of her throbbing naughty nipples until she had to reprimand herself as it became increasingly more difficult to stop the swelling lust boiling in her throbbing loins. She eyed her sudsy soapy thick proud mound of thick red curly pubic hair and glancing over at the shaving kit upon the nearby tiled ledge decided to give her lusty pussy a little trim!

She stirred the shaving brush whisk in the powder and the tin cup until she had a nice lather and sitting on the side of the tub she began to rub the brush and its creamy white lather around her furnace of a pussy. The razor was one of those old fashioned safety razors where you had to unscrew the top and you placed the single double sided blade onto the pin and then re-clamped the containing top back into place to hold it. The large handle was yellowed ivory and deeply ribbed and ringed with steel bands, it felt cumbersome in her small hand and yet was well balanced and she liked how the scrolled metal head glinted as she turned it this way and that in the bathrooms strong white light.

With a practiced motion she took her free left hand and pushed and pulled back the puffy mound of her ‘hello pussy’ drawing the soft milky white flesh back and lowered the razor blade down to the edge of her thick crimson forest. The blade made a light scrapping sound as a thin strip of red shaggy sudsy pussy hair was cleanly shorn off from the bend of her inner thigh to the start of her up raised mound. ‘Not too much,’ Paige thought to herself. ‘Just a light trim along the edges.’ She expertly slowly drew the blade up and around the large triangle of her strawberry patch. Trimming the top edge along the slight swell of her soft belly an inch or two bellow her belly button. She liked to keep the top of her pubs as high up her stomach as possible so she could flash a little red pussy hair above her skirt hems or hip hugger jeans as she couldn’t seem to flash her ‘hello pussy’ the same way other women normally flashed their own pussies without being accosted by this or that perv! So she tried to make up for it by flashing a little pussy hair over her pant tops so she could still feel sexy and free and desired by all men without actually being attacked by rape minded stooges!

A few more strokes around the ole briar patch and a couple of light touches around her anus and she rinsed the razor off in the bath and washed her pussy clean. ‘Good that should tie me over for a day or two!’ Paige smiled and admired her handy work. Like most Aphrodite gene women, Paige’s pussy hair grew alarmingly fast and needed to be trimmed on an almost daily basses to keep it manageable.

Her toiletries done, Paige cleaned up the rest room and removed her wet clothes from the sink. She wrung out and then hung up the clothes to dry a bit more and put on the large oversized fluffy bath robe and tied its belt shut around her waist. Her clothes would be damp but dry enough to put back on in an hour or so and she was rather certain the egghead would be engulfed in his new tomb for several more hours after that. Unless she just suggested they take the volume with them and leave the estate for the night. She began to wonder about the book, ‘surely he didn’t plan to try and find that place?! It sounded very dangerous. And the idea of bringing some kind of woman raping plant or animal back to Delta City certainly wasn’t the least bit wise! From what she had heard there were already a bunch of those ‘inseminoid-y’ things lurking about the Delta City sewers already! Maybe they hope to find some way to kill them all? That would be useful for a change! Men seldom seemed to do anything useful in Delta City!’ and she once again pondered what the egghead wanted the book for as she finished washing the filth off her shoes in the sink and then placing the shoes under the sink to dry and washing her hands and the sink as well.

“I had better go have a chat with this professor Whittling.” Paige nodded at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and then used a piece of toilet paper to clean off her glasses and spent a few more minutes primping up her hair and redoing her bobby pins holding the long locks in to her favorite messy bun style.

When Paige did finally leave the restroom and re-enter the hallway, barefoot and naked under her fluffy white bath robe but feeling a thousand times better and more relaxed, she left the bathroom light on and the door open to assist her as she headed down the dark hallway toward the open well lit portal of the professors room. Inside the professors room she was startled and puzzled to find no professor?! She frowned and called out for him, “Professor? Professor Whiter!” There was no answer and a perplexed Paige began a brief search down nearby hallways opening dark rooms and flipping on what lights she could find. But to no avail. There was no sign of the egghead anywhere?! ‘He couldn’t have left. The keys to the van are still in my purse. Wait! No they weren’t! they had that stupid block of wood attached to them!’ Paige hurried to the nearest window she could find to try and make out whether the book van was still sitting in front of the mansion. The nearest window would be in the room the professor had been last seen in and she scurried toward it and weaved amongst the scattered furniture toward the heavy closed drapes. In doing so she nearly tripped over the unconscious body of the professor laying behind a couch!

“Professor!” the shocked librarian squealed and then knelt to assist him as he groaned in response to her shout and rose upon one elbow while massaging his groggy head. “Are you alright?”

“Wha- what happened?!” the old man muttered.

“That is what I was about to ask you?” Paige helped him up to a sitting position and glanced at the back of his head. “You have a rather naughty bump back there.”

“You have some rather naughty bumps yourself,” the old man mumbled absently.

Paige realized she was pressing the professors face into the mountains of her huge cleavage and leaned back so the man could breath. When you have breasts that are almost twice the size of ones head it is sometimes difficult to keep track of exactly where one is putting them at all times! Paige cleared her throat and fought down the embarrassing blush threatening to spread across her face and neck, “where is the book professor?”

“The book! Ack!” the professor squawked like chicken losing a mouth full of feathers to a weasel. “The book! Where’s the book?!” He began to look all around him all thought of the pain in his head quiet gone.

Paige joined in the anxious search. Under chairs, tables, nothing. Nowhere. No book. “Where did you have it last? Did you trip over something? Did you lay it down?”

“No, no. I was attacked! Hit from behind. That’s it someone hit me and took the book. I could feel them grabbing at it even as I fell to the floor and passed out! Someone has stolen the book!!!” The professor was shaking Paige by the shoulders and upper arms.

“Bu-bu-but professor who would do such a thing? Who would want the book? I mean who else even knew it existed? And for that matter why did you want it so badly? You’re not thinking of trying to find that lost city and bring back some of those disgusting dangerous rape plants are you?!” Paige tucked her huge tits away which had become dangerously close to escaping the confines of her puffy bathrobe due to the professors excited shakings.

“No, certainly not! Though as chief entomologist and exo-biologist and mutation expert of ‘T.I.T.I.E.S.’ I rarely venture far from the Delta City labs. I leave that sort of thing to the younger members of the staff or the various super heroines that take such an interest in wading in chest first as it were.”

Paige perked up at the mention of ‘super heroines’ and forgo re-tying her bath robes half loosened belt and moved closer to the still head clamping room searching professor. “Super heroines?” Paige ventured.

“Oh you know, Got Gal, Ms. Americana, Omega Woman, that lot. They usually feel a compulsion to fly off and do the more, err, hands on aspects of the investigations, should they prove a bit more dangerous than most. So no, no, I was most definitely not thinking of setting out on safari for this lost gold mine of rich subject materials but I must admit that it hints at being a true treasure trove of un-mined wealth of rare data. No, my needs were much more immediate I’m afraid. You see recently there has been a new influx of never before seen inseminoid in the Delta City underground tidal basins, and this rise of new let us say more, err, aggressive and intelligent inseminoid are proving a lot more challenging to our local super heroines than the old lot. Not that those weren’t a bit of a bugger to begin with! No not at all! But upon hearing of the descriptions from the defeated and much ‘used’ super heroines told me I suddenly remembered a hand drawn sketch that one of my college professors had inherited from his old college professor. And that sketch fit the description to a ’T’! Now this previous professor had made when this sketch when this last Titkist great grandfather had let him glance through the book in question, when the elderly gentle man was mulling over selling it to the college university. Unfortunately the Fengshui machine kicked into high gear around then and the purchasing of esoteric ancient texts fell to the way side. I was hoping I could find out more information about these hither unknown species from that book and perhaps some information that might help me figure out a means to stop them or at least set up a warning operational guideline for the super heroines on how to better handle said creatures or avoid them completely! And I did just now! find several drawings and notes about dozens of inseminoid creatures I had never heard of before in that book! But now the book is gone! We must get it back! So far these inseminoid monsters have been entirely beyond the capabilities of every super heroine who has gone up against them, if they should make it out of the sewers and up into the city it’s self the mutant population explosion would be an epidemic that might spread across the entire globe in a matter of months!!!”

“I understand professor. But why would anyone steal such a book and more ever how did these new inseminoid monsters suddenly start appearing here in Delta City?!” Paige eyed the dark open doorway immediately beyond the still wobbly professor.

“That really doesn’t matter now. We must first overtake our thief and regain the manuscript before he escapes and its information becomes lost to us!”

Paige grabbed the professors elbow and stopped him from speeding out of the room into the darkness beyond. “I’m sorry professor but you have been unconscious for at least a good fifteen minutes maybe longer. Our thief has a good head start on us and it is doubtful he or she is just a few sprinting meters away. In fact, when I first found you gone from the room I already searched several of the nearby rooms looking for you. Any thief rushing away would have been seen by me. I suggest we gather our resources, such as they may be, lights, maybe a good hefty weapon or two, and clothes.” Paige tugged on the lose lapel of her bathrobe. “The worse thing we could do is go rushing around pell-mell through a dark creepy mansion in the middle of the night bare handed with a potentially armed thug wandering about who is obviously not apprehensive about using violent force upon un-expecting unarmed foes! Now wait here with this,” Paige pulled a fire poker off its hook next to the fire place and handed it to the nodding professor, “and I will retrieve my clothes and join you in looking for this thief in just a second. Now don’t move, and keep your eyes on that doorway! Just in case he should come back!”

Paige gave the professor a stern look and then poking her head out the door into the dark hallway made her way quickly and as silently as possible back down to the open lit bathroom doorway. The bathroom was empty and she made sure to peer through the crack at the hinges to see if anyone was hiding behind the door but she half expected her hanging clothes to block any view. But they didn’t, there was noting there. So she just entered the room and swung the door shut. No one anywhere. It was of course most likely that who ever had hit the professor on the back of the head had then shot like a bolt to the nearest staircase and down to the nearest exit. It was highly unlikely that the thief would have lingered around the mansion just to get caught by them or the police whom she would call as soon as she retrieved her cell phone from her purse.

Paige closed the bathroom door behind her and locked it out of habit and bent over to retrieve her shoes and purse from under the sink. Both her shoes and purse were gone!!! She shot upright. Her shirt and skirt were gone as well!!!! Someone had taken her clothes, shoes and purse! Bastard! What kind of thief wanders around a mansion full of priceless artifacts and hits an old man on the head and steals alone book from his hands and then stops during his escape to steal a woman’s garments, purse and shoes!!?? It did mean that the crook hadn’t simply fled the building after waylaying the professor. He had waited until she had left the bathroom and then stolen her things! Paige was use to men who snuck into lockers and stole her clothing at gyms or grabbed a shirt or mini-skirt while she was trying on outfits at stores from the changing room. Delta City was full of insanely sex starved perverts and hotties such as herself had to deal with them on a daily basis. She could have thus easily written off the loss of her clothes and shoes to a fetish pervert and the purse to the usual mindless opportunist thugs wandering around every dark corner of the city these days, but coupled with the attack on the professor and the loss of the book Paige found the theft disturbing and she frowned at herself in the mirror. “Phones in this place are as rare as bathrooms… perhaps the professor has his cell phone on him” Though these old geezers often didn’t even own a cell phone and she remembered seeing a wrist watch on his right arm. If you have a cell phone you surly wouldn’t bother to wear a wrist watch.

Paige unlocked the door and eased it open peaking cautiously out into the dim hallway beyond. ‘Had the thief left after taking her things? Maybe he had done that to prevent her giving immediate chase? And having taken her stuff had then fled the house and grounds?’ It was impossible to say. Paige slipped out into the hallway and returned rapidly to the room where she had left the professor. To her anxious shock she once again found the room empty!!!

This time she immediately searched the room but there was no body lying about this time half hidden behind a couch. She did find the fire poker laying upon the floor! And next to it a series of scuff marks leading not toward the open door but away from it to one of the inner walls! ‘Another secret door! It must be!’ Paige thought to herself and began searching for the hidden switch to open it.

Suddenly the lights went out. For what seemed several minutes Paige stood motionless in the inky darkness holding her breath and waiting. Nothing happened. No sudden arms around her neck. No sharp descending blows. Her eyes adjusted to the faint light creeping through the edges of the curtains and she could make out the rough blocky shapes of the room and the hallway beyond. ‘Alright, the thief is not only still here but he just tripped the breaker box and killed all the power in the building.’ Paige mulled over her options. ‘Some light would be nice,’ her mind raced. ‘But this room wasn’t offering any except for what it might show if I rip aside the curtains.’ Paige yanked the curtains back letting the on again off again of the moon peaking out from behind its heavy blanket of clouds shine into the room and spill into the hallway beyond. Outside she could make out the shadowy hulk of the book van just where she had left it. ‘Maybe the bastard doesn’t know she had left the keys in the ignition. She could make her way to the van and drive off to get help from the police.’

Paige left the small sitting room and made her way out into the hallway, she was half way down the zebra stripped shadows of the hallway moving slow and creeping along in near darkness when she remembered the fire poker back on the floor of the room. She paused but decided not to return for it, after all her Aphrodite strength would be more than a match for any common criminal! She moved as silently as possible through the maze of corridors looking for a staircase in the shadows and blackened doorways. ‘The only phone she remembered seeing in the place was the large old fashioned cradle phone situated on a marble pedestal table in the main hall. If she could get to that she might be able to phone the police! But first she would still need to find a stair case leading back down to the first floor of the huge building. This was proving strangely difficult. They had come up from the secret passage, which had opened from the old small servants quarters of the mansion and becoming lost and missing in the darkened rooms the door leading out onto the first floor passages had eventually stumbled up the cramped servants stair case until spilling out on to the second floor and its rooms and hallways. Thinking of finding the second floor study which she knew well, Paige had encouraged them to keep looking for a light switch and to go from there. Now here she was on the second floor stumbling around in the dark with nothing looking recognizable to her now that she had left the bathroom hallway far behind her! The study which also had a large cradle phone wasn’t just a few corridor turns away from the bathroom as she had remembered it to be and now she was resigned to just find a staircase and follow it down to the first floor and try and find a way out of the mansion to the van even if it meant smashing an expensive bay window!

She didn’t find a stair case but she did find a small upstairs dinning room with a dumb waiter! That would mean she could place herself into the dumb waiter and using the pulley rope lower herself down into the kitchen! She had been in the kitchen before and was certain that it was just a hallway and a door or two away from the main hall and its phone or the large double doors and the parked van beyond! In either case, a means to call for help or else race off to find it!

Paige opened the upward sliding door to the dumb waiter and was relieved that after removing a shelf or two there was ample room for her to fold herself into the small wooden box and catching hold of the looping rope running along its side. Begin the somewhat laborious task of lowering herself down the shaft. A few panicky seconds were she thought the box was no longer moving and she might have become stuck gave way to the next downstairs pantry dumb waiter door coming slowly into inching view. She stopped level with it and with some prying and braking a nail (shoot!) managed to get her fingers under the edge of the sliding door and push it up. Before her squatted sweating form she found the downstairs kitchen!!

High windows running above the cabinets on one wall poured a fresh slab of moonlight through their decorative gauzy curtains and showed the large kitchen to be silent and empty. Paige also saw a phone hanging upon the far wall and breathing a sigh of relief began to twist and turn and pull herself from the dumb waiter box. Her thick plush bathrobe somehow became inexorably caught between the dumb waiter and its open gap and the wall. Frustrated she slipped out of the robe and exited the dumb waiter slipping head first down to the kitchen black and white checkerboard tiled floor until the palm of her hands hit the cold tile and she could half handstand walk half slowly slide out of the dumb waiter her naked butt smacking loudly as it hit the floor.

Paige got up rubbing her smarting full round rump and grabbed the bathrobe and began pulling and tugging on it in an attempt of freeing her only garment. After some further efforts failed her she abandoned the robe and left it half hanging out of the dumb waiter and crossed over the cold tile on her shivering bare feet and picked up the phone off its wall cradle. No dial tone. She had half expected that. Why bother to take away her purse with her own cell phone and keys and not then cut the outside main phone line. ‘Yep. Dead. alright so it’s the van then.’ Paige decided to return to the dumb waiter and try again to retrieve her bathrobe. The idea of wandering around dark hallways stark naked did not appeal to her.

A few more yanks and up close feeling and peering into the dark wooden box and Paige realized that the robe had somehow managed to get its self tangled up into the pulley wheel and the rope its self there was no getting that thing out of there now! Paige abandoned her sole covering and walked over to the central island in the kitchen where pots and pans hung down upon hooks. With her strength she really had no need for a weapon but she felt rather frightened and holding the handle of a thick hefty copper bottomed steel frying pan made her feel a little less small and alone and vulnerable. She ignored the sharp large knives, such things were just not the way a super heroine would do things, ‘a superior woman has no need for weapons that cut or shoot bullets that’s what crowdedly men use!’ Paige thought as she wrung the handle of her frying pan and held it a little shakily in front of her as she padded on bare feet out of the kitchen and down the open hallway beyond. It never occurred to her to pick up one of the many knives around her and cut her bathrobe lose or to pick up one of the heavy white apron smocks hanging on peg hooks upon the far wall and cover her naked body with that! Instead the increasingly frightened young girl tiptoed down the hallway until she was swallowed by the shadows.

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Every since Paige was a little girl whenever she became nervous she liked to stroke her pussy and wind her fingers in her auburn thick snatch of curly pubic hair, stopping every now and then to smell the salty brine scent upon her damp finger tips. And Paige was very nervous now! The dark hallways opened upon strange looking rooms and T-sectioned into other hallways that she swore shouldn’t have been there. Leading her this way and that and no closer to the main hallway at all! Paige smelled her fingers and then mindlessly dropped her small hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy and its pouting thick shrouded clit. Pushing the heavy hood back and off her ever swollen jutting love nub. She unconsciously tweaked her clit and raised her hand back up to breath in the deep wafting heady perfumed scent of her wet juicy puss. ‘If I can’t find the main hall then I just need to find an outer room with some windows and something to smash them open with if I can’t find a way to open them other wise. Smashing the windows might trigger some kind of burglar system and call the cops that way?! As well as providing a means of my escape!’

‘What was that?!’ Paige yanked her sweet smelling finger tips from her small nose and grabbed the skillet handle with both hands. There had been a low rumbling sort of sound from one of the rooms she had already passed by. The sound repeated its self after several chest thudding heart beats and swallowing hard Paige decided she had better investigate it!

Entering the room she found herself startled into a frozen stance as she saw across from her a dark shadowy figure finish pulling a china hutch shut behind it! For several shaking seconds Paige stood paralyzed with waves of fear and then swallowing hard she cursed her own stupid cowardliness and edged to the china hutch across the room from her. ‘No wonder I never became a super heroine! I am such an utter coward! All this time pretending that I just had too much to do! Or couldn’t quiet think how to start such a career and all the while it was just because I am a big chicken!’ Paige continued fuming at herself until finally she found the hidden switch to the secret door and pressing it triggered the low rumble of the dead weight gears and pulleys that rattled the china hutch swinging out away from the wall. Paige looked at the pan in her hand and then set it down on a near by chair. ‘If I am ever to be of any value to anyone as a super heroine, then I had better start now or just forget the whole thing once and for all!’ Paige shook her head and with a tight lipped smile she stepped into the small space behind the china hutch. There seemed to be no switches inside the small opening only a large handle upon the back of the china hutch its self which Paige grasped with both hands and pulled closed. The nearby gears and chains and pulleys on the wall next to her rumbled as she pulled the hutch closed behind her, until she could hear the mechanism click its self back to being set again. She stood their in the confined claustrophobic darkness breathing heavily but consciously keeping her hands away from her pussy. After a deep eerie silence the floor beneath her dropped a centimeter or two and then a loud clicking sound was heard under her feet and the floor rapidly descended down and stopped just as abruptly after a few meters revealing a secret passage lit by a kerosene lamp hung on a nail. Paige stepped off the platform and walked over to the lamp and picked it up. Behind her the platform raised up suddenly and clicked back into its original locking place. There were several unlit kerosene lanterns sitting on the wooden floor of the cobwebbed choked passage and upon the millimeter thick dust of the floor she could easily make out foot prints!

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The walls of the narrow secret passageway were of naked lath and plaster and the dust upon the floor of the passage was a white powdery plaster dust that showed the square toe hard heel man’s dress shoe print quiet clearly. Paige followed the tracks a short distance were they ended at the very next secret door. The passageway lead on into the dark snaking around a corner but Paige saw no reason to follow it as the footprints clearly showed the man she was pursuing had exited the passageway here. The secret door before her had no lock or complex mechanism to it. Instead it was a simple wood panel with two simple brass hinges and a large spring fastened to a wood brace above the door and to the back of the panel its self. Paige pressed firmly on the panel and stepped over the raised door sill. The secret door opened upon a well furnished room full of plants and chairs, her lamp clearly showed the white dust foot prints of her quarry leading out into the room and to the next doorway. Paige continued pushing the secret panel open as the stretching spring made a rather loud metallic pinging noise that rose up in pitch and scale as it stretched. Paige stepped out into the room and using her finger tips let the door panel close as slowly and controlled as possible but at the last second she had to let go of the wooden wall panel lest it pinch her fingers and it banged shut with a snapping pop. There was a mounted candle holder on the panel inside the rooms side of the secret door and pulling it she realized this was how you opened it from this side and she used the candle holder to let the door close entirely this time without letting it bang shut. In the silent house she was certain her noise would have carried a room or two this way or that, but then again she had no doubt her kerosene lamp light was spilling underneath the door jambs and out key holes and so anyone looking over his shoulder would be fully aware of her approach!

She followed the white foot prints across the room to the next door, stopping to wipe her own whitened bare feet off on the piled rug. So her own tracks would betray her no further, and opened the wooden door. It opened into a large glass solarium. A sort of huge green house attached to the side of the mansion. Plenty of windows here to break if she wanted to escape to her van now, though she was on the backside of the house and not the front where her van waited patiently. ‘But no, a true super heroine doesn’t go racing off to find a man to do her job! She dose the jobs men can’t do!’

Paige saw no immediate sign of the man she was following. She did see some tarp and sheers and piles of clay pots and bags of potting soil and she turned her lamp flame as low as it would go and cut a swatch of tarp and wrapped that loosely around the lantern. That concealed much of the light of the lantern but did nothing to muffle the loud hiss that lantern made. Paige moved slowly through the rows and rows of wooden tables containing various potted plants, occasionally pulling the tarp aside from her lantern to cast a stronger beam about her. After entering a second room of plants separated by a glass wall and glass door from the first she noted the unmistakable flash and play of another kerosene lamp at the distant end of the room and she turned her wick down until the lamp was nearly extinguished and setting it aside behind some sacks of peat moss and tenting the tarp half over it she left it and returned to stalking the distant swaying light. She didn’t dare turning off the lamp entirely as she had no way to re-light it and she might yet need that light again in the near future so she left it weakly glowing and half bent forward sneaked her way toward the brightly glaring light at the far end of the solarium.

Her stealthy approach was successful and she soon found herself half crouched behind a table laden with potted flowers and hidden from immediate view, peering around the corner of the table to see the man she had been following just finish setting his lamp upon a makeshift holder he had fashioned out of dragging a coat rack away from the glass door behind him which lead out onto the grounds of the estate and leaning it against some bags of fertilizer so that it was closer to him than if he had left it standing straight up, he now sat with his back to her upon an over turned wheel barrow and began to flip through the pages of his stolen book! Paige started to sneak up behind the man only to freeze and retreat back to her hiding place as the man half turned toward her and addressed the source of a sudden low moan. It was the egghead! Gagged with a wad of what appeared to be gardening gloves in his mouth and tied up both arms, chest, and legs with a long green shiny garden hose!

“Quiet you! Or I’ll get some hedge clippers and start pruning! Ha! Ha!” the man snarled and threw back his head and laughed.

Paige was shocked to recognize in the profile and the voice none other than her boss, Mr. Bumkiezer!!! For a moment she was utterly stunned by this unexpected realization.

“Do you know how much this book is going to get me? We’re talking hundreds of thousands! And until your phone call I didn’t even know such a thing existed. I want to thank you and our little miss Turner for bringing it to me. I could have wandered around this place for eons and never found it! I mean, when I started looking this thing up on line and doing some tentative feelers for perspective buyers you couldn’t believe the bidding war that suddenly erupted! Unbelievable! And for a fucking book, mind you! And it’s pictures aren’t even in color! But what the hell, as long as the money is good, right? But you know you and the girl are sort of lose ends now. I mean I had hoped you two would have taken the hint once I had the book and amscraed. But you know I have always wanted to see that fucking bitch naked! So when I realized she was taking a fucking bath I just had to stay around a tad longer, you know what I mean. An when she came out in that robe! Fucking cocks! as the bitches say in this berg. There was just no way I was leaving until I got to see some of that fucking titty she is always teasing me with every day! All those damn tight see-thru dress shirts, and no fucking bra of course! Sonna bitch!” Bumkiezer rubbed a hand over his sweating brow. “So I took the little sluts clothes out of the bathroom and her purse as well. I figured you two would beat it then for sure. I mean I left the goddamn keys in the book van! But no, I hear you two through the secret passage door planning to look for me and all the while that bitch is thrusting her fucking tits out jiggling those mutherfugging jugs all over that place! Like it’s titty fucking xmas you know?! So she leaves the room and I start to think you know, if you disappeared, and she was all by herself maybe I could you know, get to do a little more than just see those tits of hers, maybe I could get a little playtime with those baby feeders! Get some quality time with that little miss proper’s bunny burrow! Show that twat what her tight little fuck hole is for! Ha! And so I took care of you and went out and snagged the keys to that lame ass book-mobile. But you know I did too good a job. Cutting the lights may have been the straw that broke that dromedary’s huge humped ass. Because she seems to have fled the house. I have searched every floor and she is no where to be seen. I locked most of the doors when I watched you two go through that secret door in the servants quarters so there’s only a handful of places she could hide and she ain’t in any of them. And I made sure that any exit from the second to the first floor was locked up tight. So she has to be up on that second floor but I did find an open window that I missed. Opened just a hair but that is how she got out. Out the window and down the drain pipe. Oh well. I got another plan. I drive down the road until I spot her in that little white robe of hers and I give her a lift. Tell her I was worried about her and you, gone all day, couldn’t get through on the phone. And once I got her in my ride? Well, no woman can resist me when I put my mind to it! Ha! Ha! And that bottle of chloroform I keep in my glove compartment doesn’t hurt neither! Ha! Ha!”

‘He laughs like a mule,’ a disgusted Paige thought to herself.

“Of course that takes care of her, me, and the book.. But that leaves you. Too bad you came to so soon and saw my face before I knew you were awake that last time. But hey, that was my fault I took it easy on you with that last love tap as I was worried about your melon cracking and killing you on that second whack. Now I got to kill you for sure. Just goes to show you that being nice never helps anyone. Lesson learned. So now how to do this… needs to be clean, and fast just in case my little woman is getting too much of a head start on me. Hmmm.” Bumkiezer got up from his perch on the wheel barrow and tossed the book down on the pile of fertilizer. He walked over to the tool shed and began to take out tree saws and preening knifes and pruning sheers and test each one before setting it down and trying another.

Paige began to panic. She needed to do something fast. She stepped out from behind the flower pot table and picking up a bag of fertilizer swung it up and dropped it down on Bumkiezer’s head. He had just made an ‘ahh’ sound as he found a tool he approved of only to have the sound muffled by the fifty pound bag of cow shit! For a surreal moment he staggered around with the bag upon his head and then he collapsed tripping over the garden hose that was still attached to the water nozzle which was raised up by Whirter who held up his hose wrapped legs high as he was lay upon the ground hog tied with the remainder of the hose. Down went Bumkiezer crashing backwards into and half through the panes of glass leading to the outside grounds. Paige waited a second and then delivered a savage kick right between the wide spread legs of the cow shit bag headed scarecrow straight to his nut sack to make sure he wasn’t faking his unconscious state, other than a little shudder he didn’t move.

Paige set about freeing the egghead who wide eye staring at her opulent naked form stuttered how much he was so glad to see all of her, err, her! Blushing Paige handed the disheveled old man his much treasured book.

“Thank you, but now we have to contact the police!” behind Whirter who clutched the book to his chest a low muffled moan rose up from Bumkiezer’s limp form.

“But wait! I can’t let the police or him see me like this!” Paige began to get nervous.

“Don’t worry my dear I am sure that your clothes are in that duffle bag that foul little man was lugging around on his back when he attacked me. See!” the professor dug through the duffle bag which had been laying on the ground next to the prone professor and thus just out of immediate sight and pulled out her skirt and shirt. “Here’s you shirt and your dress… and here is you purse, and your shoes… and I believe that is the key to the van parked out front!”

“No you don’t understand. I- well. Ugh! You see I am a super heroine! Or that is I am trying to be and if Bumkiezer thinks that Paige Turner cold cocked him and the police think that then…” Paige whined and then shook her head, “never mind I probably never would have made a very good super heroine anyway.”

“Nonsense! You make an outstanding super heroine, and I should known, I work with them on a day to day basis. Now let’s see he,” Whirter nodded at the moaning and just starting to move Bumkiezer. “Thinks you fled the place on foot. So I take it you want him to keep believing that and that he got himself wholloped by your alter ego super heroine self? And you want the police to meet and greet your super heroine self as well and let her take some credit for saving the world and all of that?”

Paige smiled and laughed, “Yeah I guess so it sounds really corny and stupid doesn’t it?”

“Not at all my dear, not at all! This is exactly the sort of thing Miss Americana dose ALL the time!”

“Really?!” Paige was growing more confident now.

“Yep, sure as shooting pigs in the sky… now, I don’t suppose you have your super heroine outfit with you. I mean other wise you would already be wearing it. Or is it in your purse? A ring or amulet or something?”

Paige shook her head, “no I am afraid I don’t even have a costume yet! I mean I kept meaning to make one but…”

“I see, I see.. Right off the turnip truck, eh? Well I know a thing or two about super heroines so I think I can help you out. But if I do you have to agree to lend me a hand with some of my own problems.” Whirter nodded over at the book he had set down when he had rummaged through the duffle bag looking for her clothes.

“But I don’t know anything about inseminoid plants and such?” Paige pursed her lips and looked doubtfully at the large tomb. Then shot a worried look over at the moaning Bumkiezer who was now twitching a hand and moving a leg. “But if you can really, really help me I am willing to do anything you ask!”

“Oh my dear,” Whirter glanced down at the giggling excited girls huge jiggling tits and licked his lips, “you don’t know how happy that makes me to hear you say that! Now! I am going to hold you to your word! Just as you will now see that I am a man of my word! So lets first tie up this varmint with some of this garden hose he used on me. Seems to do the trick quiet well, actually. And then we shall scourer this mansion and see if we can’t cobble together and appropriate attire for your crime fighting persona. Now, tell me something about your powers? Can you fly? Shoot beams out of your eyes?…….”

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“Thank you again captain for coming out so fast.” Professor Whirter shook the police captain’s hand as behind the young handsome captain two other police officers made wincing faces as they pushed the still feces covered smelling head of the handcuffed Mr. Bumkiezer into the back seat of a patrol car.

“Not at all professor it is always an honor for the city to extend any help it can to one who has saved it so many times in the past!” the police captain stopped shaking Whirter’s hand and looked past him at the figure who stepped out of the shadows and into the headlights of the squad car. “And thanks to you, err…”

The figure struck a wide stance pose and placed her fists upon her jutting cocked hips. She wore a tiny red and white shinny sequined pilots cap pointed at the brow with a large gold rocket emblem centered upon it. Beneath its wide bill she wore a pair of red and white star shaped tinted goggles over her large eyes hiding their true color. Her flame red hair hung down in cascading locks down to almost the center of the small of her freckled back. She wore bright red oversized wielders gloves with white stars on the knuckles. And on her feet she wore ankle high bright red stiletto heeled go-go boots with a white rocket silhouette on each outer side. Around her neck she wore a swooping red cape spangled with white shooting stars. This in turn was accented by a broad white belt with red shooting stars slung low about her slim waist and draped over her luscious full hips. This belt with its large red rimmed gold star shaped buckle with a red rocket set in its center fell to a ‘V’ shape over her lower stomach with the buckle setting just above her pubic mound. This belt in turn was all that held up an attached small ruffled and frilled red sequined skirt(?) that was little more than a centimeter of lace over the side of her hips but then lengthened as it dropped down over her crotch hanging down as a triangle flare in the front covered in gold glittering shooting stars and gold fringe tassels reaching down to just a few millimeters below her groin. In the back where the cape covered everything down to the back of her knees there simply wasn’t any extension at all just the same short red lace running around the back in the same fashion as it did around the rise of her hips on the side. And from the occasional night wind blowing the clouds across the sky kicking up at her small triangle of pleated ruffles and gold fringe tassels in the gusting leaf swirling breeze it was apparent to all that this was a ‘real’ redhead who didn’t believe in wearing panties to the prom! Her tight top was also of sequined material but it reversed the order of her skirt(?) or pleated sporran(?) being of an entirely gold background with a motif of red shimmering shooting stars spangled across its surface and red tasseled fringe. Not that there was much of a surface! As the top was in fact just a tiny band of fabric which ran behind her small back and was stretched taught over the sides of her enormous breasts and held in place by two large white shooting stars which pinned the stretched fabric in turn into a single large white belt accented with red shooting stars (as such her fabric top was really more of a ‘back’?! than a real covering of her front!) which ran around the back of her neck under her cape to then ran over the top of her massive breasts to finally come to a rest held in place by the same buckle which held her skirt up. Thus the two white belts where conjoined by the same buckle hanging down low on her pubic mound. This solid buckle was a large oval shape, though the raised embossed rocket emblem upon its surface over lapped the oval slightly. And it was fastened to the belts by the belts slipping in a metal latch much like the seat belts of a car, so there was no left over strap to hang down from the buckle and the stretchy slightly ribbed cloth belts all but terminated tight and clean into the single fastener. The tight fabric strap running around her back which was suppose to keep the chest belt from slipping this way and that and thus allowing one of her large auras or perky nipples from slipping out into public view did much to in fact pull the belt tightly and widely to the side of the each of her heaving breasts they so desperately tried to constrain resulting in massive swelling ever spilling cleavage and a jiggling bounce that produced a wet smacking sound every time she stepped as her huge breasts where thwacked together and rebounded vibrantly to rams head butt again to shudder in meaty smacking sound to recoil and jostle and come back to do it again! One could hear her thus before even seeing her! ‘Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!’ No sneaking up on a felon here! This was an over the top up the gut guns to the face super heroine! Even just standing their smirking at the wide eyed police captain the rise and fall of her mighty breasts had her heavy thick large belt buckle hanging low on her stomach/groin shifting slightly this way and that causing in turn her little sporran skirt with its stiff sequined fabric to slide its shimmering folds first right and then left of off center and upon each shift rapidly displaying a thick proud thatch of long tantalizing tangle of red pussy hair!

The police captain coughed into his sweating hand and eked out a strangled tight throat rasp to the towering powerful statuesque super heroine. “I- I’m sorry miss, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Why captain surly you recognize one of Delta City’s premier super heroines?” Professor Whirter pressed a hand to his chest while holding his other, clutching an old book, out as if in introduction before the dazzling red head.

“No, I don’t believe we have met yet.” The buxom super heroine smoldered in a throaty deep Ukrainian baroque husky thickly accented voice as smooth as twenty year old vodka. “I am THE RED ROCKET! But you can all me… anytime, comrade.” and she winked at the rapidly blushing captain who absently played with his wedding band as he gushed and a dopey smile crossed his smitten face and his slacks tented noticeably.

Professor Whirter winked at her and gave her a thumbs up.

The Red Rocket smiled and snapped to attention and gave a sharp snapping salute which caused her breasts to leap about hypnotically and her short sporran to flip up alluringly and with another smile the Red Rocket sprang up into the night air amidst a shower of sparkling popping crackling snapping shooting stars and swooped up out of sight amongst the darting clouds.

“Woe! She can fly!” one of the patrol officers pushed back his cap and scratched his head in awe.

“Fly nothing! She’s not wearing any panties!” the other officer chimed in as he rapidly careened his neck this way and that trying to catch sight of her in the night sky.

“And me with out my camera…” the captain smirked. “The press are going to kill themselves for missing this one.” The captain nodded over at the news van which swooshed up behind the squad car to a tire screeching halt.

“Ah well, there will plenty of other opportunities. I can guarantee that,” the professor clutched at the book behind his back and tapped it against his hip. “Yes, indeed I can guarantee that!” The professor raised a hand at the hurrying shuffling news camera crews as the very last newspaper page fell off his backside and danced away on the gusts of the night air.

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