The following is a work of adult entertainment.

Okay, with Mr. X’s re-opening of the exceptional DangerBabeCentral site he seems to be taking the extra effort and time to revamp some of his characters personas as well as looks. At least he took the previously undefined Flag Girl character and not only changed her costume into one of the hottest in the Delta City line-up, but gave her a rather cool new personality that is just loads of fun.

As such, I am abandoning my previous cardboard cookie cutter Flag Girl character who was basically just a bubbly cheerleader who was a closet nympho with a double penetration fetish and replacing her with an attempt to catch up with the new Flag Girl character Mr. X has penned. I say, ‘attempt’ as Mr. X has made her somewhat complex compared to most comic book characters and finding the balance between innocence and sexual knowing which he seems to do so easily and with such a light touch in his stories is not something I am really sure I can quiet zero in on especially in such a caviler entertaining manor as he has mastered? But the character is so much gosh darn fun that I want to try.

So what follows are some very rapid short stories trying to figure out the new Flag Girl as Mr. X has so beautifully unveiled her in all her bobble headed glory! Oh I am keeping the bit from before from my previous Flag Girl character where she sticks her finger in her mouth whenever she is deep in thought because I still think that is still kind of funny and hot.

This new Flag Girl character that Mr. X has popped out of the Lab’s oven really is a fun character now and I think promises to be a great addition to new Mr. X poser comic story arcs in the future… now if only we could get him to break down and whip up an exceptionally busty roommate for me before the world comes to an end? Rook.

FLAG GIRL’S TAGTEAM TEEN TEAMUPS!

EVERY GOOD DEED…

“So when dose the end of the world take place?” Flag Girl was walking slowly down the early morning street of Delta City and eyeing the passing shop windows displays.

“UH, on a Tuesday I think?” Flash Girl was walking as slowly as she could possibly walk which was still finding the young teen doing laps around Flag Girl.

“Well that seems reasonable. Tuesdays always suck.” Flag Girl paused to take the finger out of her mouth with this passing of thought and reasoning and nodding and gave a pair of window display boots a good looking over.

“Gosh isn’t it exciting?!” Flash Girl spun in place and then continued her circuit around the window shopping teen Flag Girl.

“Exciting? I guess but really you shouldn’t be so jazzed that the world is ending Flash Girl. I mean I am sure it’s a terrible thing?” Flag Girl paused and placed her gloved finger back in her mouth and then popped it back out with a loud sucking noise, “yes I am sure someone will probably get hurt.” She nodded vigorously. She usually just placed her finger in her open mouth when she thinking but if it was a really deep thought a real hard one then she had a tendency to suck on the finger as well.

“No. no, no, not that silly I mean about that hunky new super hero!” Flash Girl was pointing at the front page of a newspaper displayed by being roughly pinned to the front board and canvas counter of a magazine and newspaper street vender kiosk. The proprietor was staring at Flash Girl with a mixture of unease and sweating lust.

Flag Girl noticed this and gave the middle age man an angry displeased look that sent his staring face in the direction of some loosely flapping pages under a yellow paint peeling spring loaded clamp but his eyes never left the young Flash Girl. Flag Girl rolled her eyes and shook her head and left the shoe sale window to walk up next to Flash Girl at the newspaper stand street corner kiosk where she was so absorbed in the newspaper pinned there.

Flag Girl gave the new super heroine Flash Girl a good looking over as she approached her and had to admit it wasn’t really that hard to understand why the vendor couldn’t tare his out of the corner eye stare off the young girl. Flash Girl was one of the brand new super heroines who had suddenly appeared with the failed strange scheme of the recently returned Feng Shui’s little jiggler machine. No one seemed sure what that mad man had been trying to achieve with the machine other than his usual destroy the super heroines of Delta City and take over the world gimmick but it must have back fired because now there were dozens of brand new young super heroines all over the place?! No one was sure if their new powers where truly awakened Aphrodite genes or just some temporary after effect of the machines botched use? But Ms. Americana had taken dozens of the girls into the Ms. Americana Tower of Justice as rookies and set them on training schedules and Power Lass had taken several more into her Domes of Defense building as rotating back-ups to her team’s roster.

Others like the new Flash Girl preferred to remain on their own as solo heroines in the crime riddled Delta City but still liked to team up with Flag Girl who was often of similar age and not so bossy as Ms. Americana or Power Lass but still already famous and full of experience to impart to them (or so they thought.)

Flag Girl stood beside the engrossed young teen but kept her eye on her for a second or two instead of looking at the front page she was peering over. Flash Girl wore a full body suit complete with cowl that covered her entire body from tapping toe to head and her entire face to boot. She even wore a second spirit gum glued on mask under her pulled over cowl making her one of the most covered up teens in the entire city! Only her lower face was left uncovered where her pale small freckled chin and thick glossy lips peeked out. The back of her cowl was slotted so her very long thick red hair spilled out and tossed in the light early morning breeze but other than that everything else was covered up by her one piece skin tight suit or her over the elbow opera gloves. She wore no shoes just the skin tight suit covered her feet so she basically ran around bare foot? The suit its self was a queer piece of work. Flag Girl had no idea where she had gotten it or how the girl ever managed to squeeze or squirm into the seamless skintight stretched garment? But Flag Girl had known the new teen super heroine long enough to understand something of her costume and powers. Flash Girl’s powers were rather simple enough; she was really, really fast! Flag Girl was not sure how fast Flash Girl could run or move but she knew from first hand experience over the past few weeks that Flash Girl could run fast enough to break the sound barrier and her body could move at a blur down a city block in just an eye blink of time. Her costume was the only thing she could wear that wouldn’t start to catch on fire or shred at her super speeds; but it also was entirely impervious to any impact as well. That last bit was conditional though. As long as Flash Girl remained perfectly still the suit could take the force of an atomic bomb blast without a ripple of its smooth glimmering fabric, but as soon as she moved the fabric began to lose its indestructible structure until she stopped again. It also lost its opaque quality as well. In other words, when Flash Girl was standing still her suit made her virtually indestructible and it was of a shiny black pigment. But as soon as she started to move the suit started to lose its ability to shield her from damage and it became increasingly transparent. This meant that if Flash Girl ran around the block ten or twelve times in less than a minute and then came to a dead stop she would be for all apparent purposes stark naked and defenseless to injury! For several seconds until the suit started to reconstruct its self and grow increasingly more tangible and slowly more solid in both its strength to protect her from injury and from its transparent state slowly into its base opaque black pigment. Flash Girl truly was Flash Girl as she raced about the city in a blur only to stop in front of startled citizens in nothing but the glued on eye mask she wore under her cowl!

What made all of this a bit more embarrassing was the young girl’s breasts were very large even by Delta City standards being each almost twice the size of her head and being very firm with always puffy areolas and ever erect nipples they vibrated at a humming birds heart beat with every breath making her taught skin tight suit always semi-transparent over her chest even when she was standing virtually still. But as soon as the vivacious teen took a step her breasts nearly exploded in rapid bounces that made her top disappear entirely! As such to walk down the street with Flash Girl at ones side was to walk down the street with a woman who looked like she was jogging topless as she strutted beside you. It did turn heads and keep them turned even as they in turn walked crotch first into light poles and fire hydrants. In fact in the wake of the two teen super heroine’s one could see dozens of men grabbing their groins in agony as they leaned against mail boxes and bike racks and garbage cans which they had just distractedly racked their engorged peckers on as they had hypnotically stared after the two young women.

Flag Girl tore her own wide blue eyes off the young girls thrumming breasts under her nearly see through stretched top and gave the sweating kiosk vender a sour look which did nothing to deter his stare at both girls’ impressive racks. Flag Girl gritted her teeth and directed her gaze at the newspaper Flash Girl was poking a black gloved finger at. There splashed over almost the entire front page was the photo of a dimple chinned wide smiling late twenties golden curly haired with shimmering blue eyes. Hunk city! It took Flag Girl several confused finger sucking seconds to realize she was looking at a real life Adonis gene super hero?!

“But they don’t exist?! I mean, they do but they are like the most perfect boot in the world and it fits and is marked down 75% and it makes your butt look smaller and-I mean, they just aren’t real. They are like Bigfoot and honest politicians, myths.” Flag Girl was very confused and excited at the same time.

“But he is right there and everyone has seen him and is talking about him. And oh my gosh Flag Girl they say he is so utterly hot!” Flash Girl was always excited but she did seem to be winding herself to near nuclear meltdown proportions.

Flag Girl was used to hearing her own golf clap titty slap as she walked around town in her costume on patrol or hit pot holes on her Flag Girl moped and had to listen to the gentle rhythmic slap of her breasts for the next speeding traffic weaving block, but Flash Girl was like a speed metal drummer on crack and the thunder whacks of her breasts once she got worked up sounded like angry rain on a rusted tin roof. Flag Girl had even seen the young busty super heroine shatter an entire street full of car windows and set off every car alarm just from the shock wave of her titty smacking when she raced at full speed once to save a window washer who had fallen from his perch; the fact that the window washer was on a step stool cleaning a ground floor shop window which shattered before the bow wave of her approach surely did not matter as much as all those angry citizens had insisted. People could be so mean when you were just trying to help them. Regardless Flag Girl eyed the naked jiggling mountains of Flash Girl’s chest as the girl danced in place in excitement and tried to calm her down so her suit would at least have a chance to reconstruct its molecular self over her ample vibrating exposed bosom.

“Okay, okay, he is real, but I mean like wow! I have never heard of an Adonis gene male super hero in Delta City before? They always seem to stay way out on the coasts? I wonder why?” Flag Girl inserted a finger and pondered as the two girls eyed the picture and tired not to feed off each other’s excitement and explode.

There were several good reasons why an Adonis gene Super hero would cause two teen Aphrodite gene super heroines to turn their panties into the visual equivalent of a sack of glazed jelly doughnuts. And these could be summed up as such; GIANT PENIS ATTTACHED TO PRIME A BEEF CAKE WITH MORE THAN ENOUGH STAMINA TO GET THE JOB DONE. This may seem a bit trivial to many, but to an Aphrodite gene woman it was a blistering miracle of nature. Aphrodite genes once they became fully active not only gave their owners increased healing and sublime beauty as well as unusual powers and housed these in the gene cell laced breasts of these women, but it also gave them almost unimaginable lusts to procreate. The primary purpose of the Aphrodite gene after all was to mate and create more Aphrodite gene women. The gene also tried to make the bearer of its rare cells the perfect citizen for its ideal society, it made them very moral and ethical and responsible with an intense desire to help others, and as I said, it made them horny as goats. Unfortunately when a woman who can twist off steel girder rivets like a couch potato twists off beer caps loses herself in her ever building orgasms the result can be disastrous to the male member who suddenly finds its self in that vise like vagina scissor grip. It also does not help the situation when one notes that Aphrodite gene women cum easily and rapidly but each of these orgasms only makes them increasingly horny and uncontrollable as they race to the big mind melting shattering orgasms that only a very large and very virile male member can bring them. To be blunt, it takes a lot of cock and a long, long fuck to satisfy an Aphrodite gene woman and put that all day smile on her face. Anything else just leaves her frustrated and mad. There has always been a well-worn rumor that the reasons all Aphrodite gene super heroines go down into the Delta City sewers which are filled with nasty vile monsters is that those monsters come equipped with huge arm long thigh thick schlongs and enough stamina to knock up an abbey of nuns on one erection. However monsters are smelly and ugly and well monsters! So the idea of taking that huge penis and all that strength and endurance and putting it on a handsome man just tends to make the knees and lower areas of an Aphrodite gene woman melt.

There was of course a downside to all of this, a catch; there is always a catch in the life of an Aphrodite gene woman. And that catch was that the same moral and ethical drives that accompany the Aphrodite gene were present in the Adonis male to the same gleaming degree but none of the lust. In fact, it was considered almost impossible for an Adonis male to get a hard-on. They were just too pure. Too goody two shoes. Too well boring.

Still an Adonis male super hero appearing in the rather tongue in cheek ‘Titty Citty’ as Delta City was snickering called by the rest of the world, was like a pink unicorn being spotted in the down town zoo in the lion cage handing out candy and hundred dollar bills. It was both surreal amazing and surely about to become extinct at any second!

As such both Flag Girl and Flash Girl’s excitement was tinged with equal nervousness as they leaned back up right from scanning the newspaper which caused several sweating men in turn to lean down to keep their view on the two girls soaked crotches.

Flag Girl removed her finger from her mouth with a loud popping sound, “it says his name is Jack Hammer and he is a wealthy industrialist bachelor from the East Coast. Funny no mask and he just tells everyone his true identity? He seems to have already saved several Delta City women from near death disasters in just the few days he has been here? Wow!”

Flash Girl found it hard to read anything, her mind just raced too fast to concentrate easily on printed text, “does it say if he is married?”

“Uh, well ‘bachelor’ kind of means he is single.” Flag Girl looked at Flash Girl who looked like she needed to pee the way she was rubbing her thighs together and breathing heavy.

“We really, really need to find him and welcome him to our uh city.” Flash Girl’s eye lids were fluttering under her double masks and drool was splattered on her twitching chin.

“Sure, but I mean he could be anywhere?” Flag Girl was suddenly alone as a wind tugging blur of Flash Girl’s wake was the only sign of her instantaneous disappearance. “Uh, right why don’t you go look for him while I just stay here?” Flag Girl frowned and then noticed the bent over men trying to look up her micro-mini skirt?! She scowled at them and cleared her throat until one by one they noticed her icy stare and slinked away like spineless weasels. She was still standing in her hands on hips wide leg angry pose when a be-speckled older oriental gentleman passed by her obliviously and purchased a paper from the street vender. He walked almost into her when suddenly he stopped up short and screamed in a horse breath, “Mount Fuji!” and he clutched at his chest as blood spurt out his nose. Flag Girl looked down at where he was staring and pointing and saw she was straddled over a puddle and in its reflective surface was the upside down view of her white semi-soaked panties. She frowned in confusion as just then Flash Girl re-appeared in a tornado wake of wind and flying papers.

“I found him!” The speeding super heroine stood proudly smiling with hands on hips in an exact mirror of Flag Girl’s pose. An exact mirror except that Flash Girl was of course entirely naked as her suit struggled to slowly recompose its self. Flag Girl couldn’t help but notice the large red bush covering Flash Girls crotch and recoiled slightly at the thunder clap shock waves of the young girls enormous udders slapping violently to a jiggling jostling swaying.

“Err, good work Flash Girl,” Flag Girl was blushing despite herself at the sexy hot young girl’s naked hip swaying boob jiggling figure before her. The old man half behind the girl rolled his eyes back in his head and fell over backwards. The newspaper vender let the cigar drop from his open mouth as the sweat began to pour down his trembling face. There was a loud clang that Flag Girl was use to from behind her and she did not need to turn around as she knew it harbingered men walking blindly into lamp posts and fire hydrants and was of course followed by the dull thud of their crotch grabbed red faced bodies collapsing in agony to the ground.

There was a blur of sight and sound and the wind was sucked out of Flag Girl’s lungs a huge rush of straining physical force over her entire body as if gravity had suddenly increased and yanked at her in all directions simultaneously and then she was spinning in place and falling to her knees banging her forehead into a parked cars door. Luckily it did not set off the car alarm. It took several head spinning seconds for Flag Girl to stagger to her feet again as she swam around in place.

“There he is!” A stark naked except for her glued on eye mask Flash Girl was proudly pointing at a group of people about half a block from the two young super heroines.

“Wha- where am I?” Flag Girl clamped a gloved hand to her spinning head and readjusted her mask which was half slipped across her face.

“I brought us here, um, about twenty seven miles, roughly from where we were, not sure where that is exactly but there he is, Jack Hammer! Cool huh?” Flash Girl was bouncing up and down on her toes making her always jittery breasts look like she was speed jump roping at a world championship level! “Hurry! Let’s go meet him!”

“Uh, where the hell are my clothes?!” Flag Girl noticed she was wearing only her boots (though one of those was half off and flopping around) her gloves, her power belt, and her mask!

“Oh… right here. I just went back and got them. They must have fallen off while we were running, or I was running and carrying you. That tends to happen a lot. That’s why I wear my special suit. It deconstructs at the molecular level when I speed up and then reconstructs when I slow down again. Cool huh?! Okay here’s your costume let’s go meet him huh?!”

Flag Girl reached for her top and popped it back on though she wondered if her tits would ever stop jiggling as they still felt as if they were twitching even in the confines of her tight halter top. Then she reached for her micro-mini skirt and stepped into it and wiggled her firm round buttocks past its tight stretchy waist band until it was snug under her power belt. Then the still frazzled blonde reached for her panties. And reached and reached. “Uh, where are my panties?”

“Oh a dog ate them. Yeah, I know how insane but he did. Well, I mean I went back and they were gone and there was this dog running off with them and I chased him and caught him easily but he wouldn’t let go and he was a small dog but really strong I guess because he tore them and then well he ran off again and so I only had just part of your panties and I thought well that is no good can’t wear just a bit of them and so I tossed them to these kids who recognized them and wanted them and I came back. He like ate them. Sorry.”

“You’re kidding me right? I mean, a dog ate my underwear? I can’t- I mean look this is a micro-mini skirt I HAVE TO HAVE PANTIES!” Flag Girl began tugging down at the hem of her short flared red and white stripped pleated skirt. She tried to pull the waist band down so the hem would at least cover her exposed crotch but her shapely full hips kept sliding the tight waist band slowly back up covering her exposed butt crack but uncovering her exposed genitalia. “I have to have some panties. I mean I can’t walk around like this?!” She kept franticly tugging at her skirt hem but the struggle was becoming increasingly pointless as there seemed no way to keep all her girly parts properly covered down there.

“WOW! You shave it completely bald, eh?” Flash Girl was bending over and staring just inches from the struggling exasperated Flag Girl’s groin. “That’s kind of hot! I stopped shaving mine as it just kept growing back in like a day thicker and heavier than before. I have a really fast metabolism. So you want to go meet him now?!”

Flag Girl was trying to pull her skirt hem down with one tight hand fist in the front and in the back but it was simply not working. By trying to cover both the back and the front she was leaving both exposed at every alternating tug. She let go of the back and concentrated on the front of her mini-skirt pulling it down with one hand and with both hands. That worked. It covered the front area but it raised the back of the skirt up in such a stretched flair that her entire round pert full backside was completely exposed. “Well, I am not sure I can meet anyone looking like this I mean can you see much back there?” Flag Girl twisted around to show her butt to Flash Girl who leaned in and then bit her lip as she saw that all of Flag Girl’s hot little bald dripping pussy was on full display back there.

“Err, no, no it looks fine, you can’t see a thing, really it’s fine,” Flash Girl coughed and leaned back and nodded reassuringly at Flag Girl. “Now let’s go meet this Jack Hammer guy!”

Flash Girl zipped away and Flag Girl slowly followed her one hand holding down her skirt front and the other trying to finger comb her wind swept hair back into place. “Well I guess no one is going to notice a naked ass cheek or two if I am standing next to a six foot two entirely naked red head whose beach ball sized tits look like they are doing jumping jacks on invisible trampolines all the time!”

Jack Hammer was a personable enough guy. He was six foot four with swept back golden locks of wavy hair a large perfect smile that seemed to glint in the early morning sun light and two large shimmering blue eyes and a large dimpled chin with a well-proportioned chiseled nose. His neck swooshed down into large shoulders and a huge barrel chest. His thick enormous muscled arms perched their ham fisted hands on his thin waists six pack abs narrow hips square buttocks and his long muscled legs struck several rapid poses as he half danced half bowed before a throng of giggling women who surrounded him in his skin tight body suit. Every one of those fresh faced bedazzled women were smiling up at his perfect handsome visage but every wide eye was on that huge enormous python that ran down his skin tight pant leg to his knee and then double back to touch his crotch again. A cock as thick as a woman’s bicep and with a head about the size to match his easily seen spandex encased tennis ball sized nuts and all that in its flaccid state. Not a woman there wasn’t drooling out of her mouth and her pussy as she giggled non-stop in near hysterics with blushed faces and fevered breaths as the super man waved his thanks and nodded his hellos at all those giddy horny women around him. The press of the throng was so thick and extensive and so glued were every eye on the Adonis males trouser snake that not a single person even noticed Flash Girl zipping up stark naked or Flag Girl scooting up a few seconds later with her hand having let go of the skirts hem and simply hanging down with splayed palm glued tight to the front of her lava oozing pussy. Flag Girl gave a nearby pile of shattered stone a puzzled look and began to eye the mob around her.

It took a few seconds but Flag Girl reasoned out from the gushing blushing comments of the throng of women and from a few half distracted answers she herself managed to crowbar out of nearby bubbly hands clasped to bosom women; that the super hero Jack Hammer had just a few minutes earlier managed to save several of these women from a collapsing stone gargoyle. Apparently Jack had spotted the stone figure just as it was toppling off its perch and managed to scoop a woman or two from its shattering point of impact. Somehow every woman in the immediate area was now convinced that this act of saving one or two women had somehow saved them all and they were all bustling to force their thanks upon the man.

The actual woman Jack had saved was a dishy redhead house wife in a black dress with purple flower pattern that was half buried in Jack’s wide deep chest. She was adamant in somehow showing her appreciation for her rescue and had just managed to wiggle off her wedding band behind her back and toss it into the nearby gutter. Then to Flag Girl’s utter astonishment Jack all smiles and blushing waves let himself be led by the hand by this woman into a small nearby wooden shack that lay on the street corner just in front of a new construction site and soon from behind the closed door came the unmistakable sounds of hard savage sex and a woman in the throes of utter ecstasy.

With mouth a gap Flag Girl watched as after several earth rattling minutes the dishy red head came out of the still swaying shed staggering with eyes rolled up into her head, her hair disheveled, and her dress on backwards, one shoe carried absently by its heel strap in one hand, and the biggest widest smile ever seen plastered upon her oblivious happy humming face. The crowd of women instantly crammed into a mob at the shacks door and then worked its self out into a compressed egger line.

It was from this line that a still stunned Flag Girl yanked out an excited Flash Girl. “Hey, what gives? Now I have lost my place in line?!” The teen tornado was almost frantic at the thought of her delayed appreciation as she counted all the women who now would be in front of her when she returned to the back of the line and moaned loudly as she saw several more women come racing up and add themselves to the back of the line. “I mean he saved us too! Sort of, I mean we were in the general area kind of? Anyway I want to thank him! I need to thank him! Flag Girl I really, really need to thank him, okay?!”

“There’s something wrong here, Flash Girl. Adonis gene super heroes do not have sex, period. I mean it is like a universal law or something. They just don’t. And they definitely don’t have sex with married women who they just saved from death or from a bunch of sluts who form up in a cue?! There is just something weird about all of this.” Flag Girl was still tugging the struggling anxious Flash Girl away from the bobbing and weaving shack and its half muffled screams of female rapture by the wrist.

“Did I mention my metabolism and how horny it constantly makes me? I mean really, really horny, and like ALL THE TIME!” Flash Girl was trying to jerk her wrist out of Flag Girl’s iron power belt grip. Flash Girl maybe fast but she had no super strength or any other kind of enhanced powers other than healing.

“Being an awakened Aphrodite gene woman makes all of us horny all the time, Flash Girl it is part of the price we pay for our gift.” Flag Girl was still holding onto the struggling teen and was dragging her into the construction site despite the girls locked leg and feet sliding resistance.

“No, no, I mean all the time really, really need it so very bad horny.” Flash Girl had half given up the struggle and was haltingly plodding after Flag Girl as she led her through the piles of equipment and materials. “And did you SEE what he had in his tights?! Oh my gwad! The biggest penis I have EVER seen! And he was cute! Oh gwad let’s go back we can kick the shit out of all those bitches and just have him for ourselves! What do you say? Let’s go back? I really am so freaking horny right now, please? You have no idea how horny these new super powers make me?”

“Yes, Flash Girl we all feel like that. All the time, really need it bad horny all the time. It is normal. And we have to use our superior women’s willpower to overcome it.” Flag Girl let go of the young girl’s hand and eyed a construction worker who was scratching his head under his helmet. He was the only person they had seen since they entered the boarded up construction site.

“Last week on a school field trip to a farm I used my super speed to do all the bulls and horses.” Flash Girl folded her arms under her huge breasts tightly contained in her slick black suit and gave a challenging stare as Flag Girl turned around with a weak nervous smile.

“Well, uh, yeah that is perfectly normal I guess. I mean we all have- okay all I am saying is that if you really want to be a super heroine a real good to honest super heroine you have to use your superior will power to-“ Flag Girl blinked and then made a puzzled and then stern face as Flash Girl stood there now completely naked with sperm trickling down her chin and splattered all over her sopping wet red bush. “Huh, never mind. Just follow me and keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”

Flag Girl approached the lone construction worker who she realized was puzzled about something. “Excuse me sir, is there something the matter? I couldn’t help noticing you seem confused by something?”

“Eh? What are you doing in here? Oh supes. Well it’s not a crime or anything like that. It is just, well, you see this here crane?” The construction worker pointed at a crane that was loaded up on a rail car which sat upon a train track. “Well a few days ago when I left that crane was parked up on the same train car ready to be shuttled back to the train depot but it was facing the other way. And look at its tracks. They are all jammed up with mud like someone has been using it. But the ground wasn’t muddy when we drove it up on there. Not like that, it rained yesterday. But the Wade Brothers ran into some kind of legal hassle last week and no one has been on this site since they served us those papers. So there is no way that thing could have been used. Not by my men anyway. Weird huh? Say, where are your panties?”

“Uh, yes. Thank you citizen for all your help. Most appreciated. Uh, a gentleman would be looking me in the eyes right about now… in the eyes… up here… ugh, never mind.” Flag Girl stormed away in disgust using both her hands to yank down the back of her skirt as Flash Girl followed her scowling back over her shoulder at the construction worker who shrugged and went back to looking at the crane.

“Look Flash Girl this construction site butts right up against that building where that gargoyle fell into the street. I think someone may have tampered with that gargoyle to make it fall? Maybe used that crane somehow to lift it up off its bolt housings to leave it ready to tumble into the street bellow?”

“Okay let me check it out. Yep, you’re right! I ran up there and the bolts had been cut and you can see where the stone block of the gargoyle had been set on the lip of the ledge. There also was this as well as a burned patch on the stone ledge where a chunk of it is missing.” Flash Girl who had been gone for less than a second handed a small blackened and twisted piece of metal to Flag Girl who winced only slightly as the naked super heroine’s mighty tits thunder-clapped to a more gentle rocking motion, the shockwave lightly blowing her bangs around above her mask.

“Good work Flash Girl. I think this is some kind of remote control explosion device no doubt used to trigger the statues fall. The question is why?” Flag Girl eyed the burnt hulk in her small red gloved hand and then looked back up to where one could just see the corner of the building through the new construction steel work where the gargoyle had once sat.

“There are fresh crane tracks all around the dirt here, but I am still not certain why anyone would want to drop a ton of carved stone on some housewives?” Flash Girl zipped around looking at the ground and then appeared in the steel scaffolding up above then appeared next to Flag Girl naked with fresh sperm on her bush and chin.

“Eckhem,” Flag Girl gave the streaker a sour look. “I take it our friend Jack Hammer is still entertaining the thankful women of Delta City?”

Flash Girl gave a nervous smile and then her shoulders collapsed as she made a whining face and held out her hands so it looked like she was throttling a two litter bottle of soda and then she held her hands shoulder width apart while mouthing silently, “IT’S THIS BIG!!!!” before collapsing again in a body shrug and sobbing.

Flag Girl rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You may want to find some of that willpower I keep telling you about because I have a nasty suspicion that your little Jack Hammer may be somehow tied up in all of this?”

Flash Girl raised her head and mumbled, “Really?” as the load of fresh sperm she had been holding in her mouth burbled out and landed with loud plops upon her shivering naked tits.

Jack Hammer Delta City’s first and only Adonis super hero surveyed the late night empty street with eyes narrowed to slits and darting as he leapt out of the shadows and raced over to marble busty statue of some hands on hip and pointing busty woman burbling fountain in the center of the small cobbled square and turned to look up the nearby hill of shops and its short straight street. He held up a large thumb and moved it back and forth and then stepped away from the fountain and mimed racing up and pushing someone into the marble raised circular fountain. He shook his head and then moved a small café table and some chairs near the structure and did one or two swooping practice rolls as if snatching someone out of the chair each time standing up and gauging the hill and its parked cars with his thumb. He moved the table and chairs a second time and then nodding raced up the small street stopping next to a parked panel truck. Here again he stopped suddenly and gave a pursed look about him and then after giving the parked truck a few gentle prodding taps slipped a small black box from under his cape. He gave another rapid glance and then dropped down on the ground and slid under the truck where he quickly attached the box.

When the broad and self-satisfied smug smiling Jack Hammer slid back out from under the parked truck he found himself looking up into the wide stance crotches of Flag Girl and Flash Girl! “Uh, er, hello ladies I was just checking to see if the catalytic converter on this vehicle was up to state standards and it’s a good thing I checked too because- ERUP!”

Flag Girl leaned her boot heel deeper into the pawn shop ball target of tennis ball sized nuts and cock head and began to grind her foot back and forth. “Save it Jerk Hamburger! We know you have been rigging these little near fatal traps of yours to spring on the women of Delta City so you can then pretend to rescue them. And now we have caught you red handed setting up another one! The only question remaining is WHY?”

“PU-PU-PUSSY!” Jack managed to wheeze out through red faced clenched teeth. Both his hands were pinned under Flash Girl’s suit covered bare feet and he could do nothing but look up with bulging eyes at each girl’s wide stance crotch.

Both girl’s looked puzzled at one another and then back down at Jack. “What?!” They both asked at the same time.

“Pussy! I d-d-did it for the pussy! To get laid. I faked the accidents so I could save hot big titted Delta City women and then get free ass from their gratitude! Ugh! Why else would I do it?” Jack’s face was almost purple by now and his neck looked like it would shoot his head off any minute as Flag Girl decided to add her other boot heel to that thick tube steak laid back and forth across his skin tight spandex thigh.

“But why would you do that? You are an Adonis gene super heroine?” Flash Girl frowned.

“No he’s not! If he was do you really think just two teen Aphrodite girls could pin him down like this? He has no super powers at all!” Flag Girl snarled at Flash Girl who savagely nodded her ascent back. “Let’s hear it Jack, better spill the beans before I start practicing my place kicking!”

“Okay, okay you got me! I am a fake I admit it! This body isn’t even real! It is something I bought off the internet! Even the penis is just a strap on fake that I put my real penis into! The nuts are fake too! I squeeze them and it forces gel into the fake penis to make it hard. Those bitches are so worked up and horny they never realize it when I slip my own cock out of the harness and slip it in beside the fake one! I have blown my wad in more pussy in one week then I ever got in my entire life! Hell even the hair is a wig and the chin is fake and I am wearing colored contacts! My real name is Herman Phappable and I am a dishwasher at the House of Dong restaurant up on Seventh Street!”

“A FAKE DICK! That’s just low!” Flash Girl growled and huffed her face red with anger. “And to think I swallowed his load three times!”

“Four times but that’s not the point.” Flag Girl mumbled with finger in mouth.

“So what are you girls going to do with me?” Herman squealed as they yanked him to his feet and began to strip him of all his fake accessories.

The two girls looked at one another and smiled. Which made Herman shake and sob so devilish were their eyes and grins.

The next morning the women of Delta City found a strange sight for there in one of the small squares that dot the streets and cul-de-sacs of Delta City they found a thin naked man with a tiny ten inch penis tied to one of the many generic naked statues of busty women which can be found on almost every street corner in the fair city. And tied with bailing wire to his small package was a small black blinking box which unfortunately the police bomb squad accidentally set off while trying to remove it. Luckily no one was seriously hurt though the young man had his penis shredded beyond salvaging and his nuts were later found several days later in a woman’s fourth floor flower window box. Paramedics at the scene stopped the bleeding and saved the man’s life and later at the hospital skilled surgeons mysteriously found and removed over several feet of harden fake penis from the man’s rented rectum. As of yet no one has been able to satisfactory answer the pressing question of ‘WHERE IS JACK HAMMER!’

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DECK THE BALLS

Xmas was one of Flag Girl’s most favorite of holidays. As she absolutely loved getting presents! The young blonde super heroine moved briskly through the throng of shoppers as large gentle snowflakes floated down tingling in whispers to pelt against her nearly naked hot body. Yep Flag Girl was in costume. This meant she was wearing her tight blue halter top, her tiny micro-mini skirt, her white flashing cotton panties, her shiny red boots, her glued on eye mask, and a great big pink lip glossy smile! To this she had added a red and white fringed Santa cap for a joyous holiday touch. She also carried several large shopping bags which she promptly secured to her patriotic hued scooter as all about her people waved and called out seasonal cheer to her and she giggled and waved energetically back at them which sent her mighty jugs shaking. Which in turn caused more men to smile and stop and wave back at her until their frowning girlfriends and scowling wives poked them in the ribs or punched them in the shoulder dragging them off or just slapped their faces and stormed off in a huff stomping on their presents in the process.

Just then a low orange glow ebbed in the sky and grew both in size and illumination until in a bursting roar it swept suddenly in an arch across the open horizon of the crowded night time city street smashing the church steeple and crashing unimpaired into the snow covered Raptor Park just a block away.

Flag Girl gave a startled open mouth look as the church steeple came down with a shudder and impaled the baby Jesus in its manger and then with a snarl she leapt upon her scooter and yanking her helmet over the top of her Santa hat, which nearly made it impossible for her to see, she raced off in the direction of the crashed light sending several shoppers leaping aside in yelps and unwittingly dragging the life size plastic donkey from the manger scene behind her as the toppling church steeple had caused the lines of Christmas lights spanning the overhead street to fall and tangle up in her handle bars! “Nobody drive-by’s baby Jesus in my city and gets away with it!” The flaxen haired teen raced on as the plastic donkey from the life size manger scene bounced and brayed amidst sparks of the exploding tangled up Christmas lights.

It was just inside the brick gate of Raptor Park where Flag Girl now stood, helmet off and stowed with her presents but Santa hat still in place upon her golden tresses. That the teen thrasher stood frowning and trying to untangle her handle bars from the long green wads of still blinking Christmas lights. She held the lighted up plastic donkey under one arm as it continued to bray it also tangled up in the same lights. There was snow still speckled across her rosy red butt cheek and she gave a pouting face look at where the line of Christmas lights had become tangled into one of the thick growth of trees lining the irregular paths of the park and which had caused her to be unceremoniously yanked off her scooter and smartly slammed upon her ass!

Flag Girl rubbed her still stinging ass now and swatted at the braying donkey with her Santa hat before noticing the slowly glowing light that was gaining in intensity through the thick woods directly in front of her?! She dropped the ass and placed her hat back on her head as she carefully made her way around the scooter and into the edge of the woods.

She was not alone in the woods. There were the loud shouts of others who had seen the falling light and been closer than her to it when it had crashed and had already entered the wood seeking it out. Some were alone and some seemed to be in pairs or small groups. She could hear them shouting at each other and calling out in the voices of friends to friends and the tentative voices of complete strangers who now found themselves joined in the same impulse of venturing into a thick dark wood. Around her she saw the flicker of cellphones being held up as poor lights and the slipping and crashing of bodies and of heavy blankets of snow giving away and crashing down from the heavy laden trees upon the poor un-expecting adventures floundering about beneath them.

Flag Girl turned on her star shaped belt light and then dragging a foot realized she was still tangled up with the Christmas lights and the braying donkey. She reached behind her and picked back up the donkey which was still lit up from its internal battery and light bulb and clutching it under her arm she tried to move her way into the wood half shackled as she was to the plastic beast in hopes of trying to beat all the others to the crashed light as she was certain it was dangerous and not the kind of thing a bunch of civilians should be trusted to stumble across first. That never went well in the late night movies she loved to watch!

It was tough going through the heavy underbrush and thick tree trunks over the uneven ground dragging her ass behind her but the growing light had been closer to her when she had first seen it from the park pathway than it had been to most of the others who she could hear crashing about in search of it. So it was with some trepidation and a touch crestfallen when she heard clearly that others were shouting out they had discovered the crash site and she realized from the echo of their voices that she was still some way from it.

“You know my little Santa hat only came with some elf ears for an extra few bucks. How much did you have to pay to get a whole freaking donkey with yours?!”

Flag Girl looked up above her at the hovering teen who smiled at her and came twirling down to land directly in front of her. “Hello, Ember. I take it you saw the crashing light as well?”

“Saw it?! Girl I have been chasing that streak of light for half a continent! And let me tell you there is something strange indeed about it. That thing changed its course and trajectory no less than three times that I saw personally. It ain’t a space rock, that’s for sure. It was looking for something before it came down.” Ember put her hand on her hip and nodded over her shoulder where the glowing light continued to thrum and excited voices continued to ring out. “I just wonder what it was. And if it found it?”

Flag Girl finally managed to disentangle herself from the still braying donkey but she did not toss it aside as its glowing light was rather useful in the dark wood. Ember was one of the new teen super heroines and she usually traveled around with Fire Crotch and the two Hotts sisters in their large buss around the Midwest. It was rare for her to be here in Delta City. Ember was not as tall as most Aphrodite gene super heroines Flag Girl could easily look at the top of the red heads bright glowing hair when she was standing on the ground. But for what she lacked in height she sure made up for in tits! She was very proud of her huge firm round projecting chest globes and did little in the way of a costume to cover them up. A simple stiff high collared vest with no sleeves and a tight cinching bottom that stopped directly under her ample bust and had according pleats at the sides stretched to almost the bursting was all she wore on her upper body. Her round full hips were naked on their upper spheres but covered bellow by a low hanging kick-plate skirt that hung down to her knees. She wore ankle stiletto heeled boots with several ankle bracelets and upon her head a simple eye mask but she also had a cape with a cowl which she sometimes pulled up over her cascading locks of red hair. Her entire body was ghostly pale and her fingerless gloves glowed red hinting at her flame based powers. Upon her head tonight she wore the aforementioned Santa hat complete with attached elf ears.

Other than Embers real name being Jayme Longcocker, Flag Girl knew little about the new super heroine other than she had a fiery temper to match her powers and was very mule headed. Flag Girl was about to speak to the girl who had sprung back up into the air as snowflakes melted and evaporated just inches from touching her skin. The girl did not like always being shorter than all the other super heroines and she seldom stayed on the ground in the presence of one for long. When suddenly the excited voices just past the next drawl rise of trees turned from quizzical to concerned and then to shrieks!

“Oh-oh, I think that is our cue!” Ember swung down grabbed Flag Girl by the arm pits and soared through the trunks of trees at a breath stopping pace. In seconds they were in the small burnt and tree shattered clearing where they saw a strange and surreal sight that caused them to both pause for a second. For there in the tumbled splayed freshly made clearing all smelling of tree sap and showered with whirling soft snow fall, was an enormous red shinny Christmas tree glass ball ornament. A door had slid open in its side and out of it had lumbered Christmas trees! These Christmas trees where Douglas pine firs in appearance complete with tinsel trimmings and shiny glass balls and twinkling lights and candy canes and decorated cookies all hung with apparent care, but the think needle pine trees where somehow darker thicker than a normal Christmas tree and they were alive with red glowing eyes and shaggy maw mouths out of which they growled and hissed and their thick knotted limbs tossed pine cones that struck the scattered terrified citizens and exploded unleashing a sticky resin that encased a limb so that with just a few pine cones striking a person they were trapped unable to move.

Some of the trees had little brightly colored bird houses in their withering branches and out flew small dark birds that scattered about and chirped madly over each person they found. Some of the lurching marching trees cast their tinsel and their lights like ropes to entangle and enmesh the screaming panicked people who tried to flee in all directions. Some of the trees wielded large candy canes like police batons and beat people into submission.

It was an entire forest of giant twenty foot trees marching out of the huge round glass globe and it gathered up the people where they fell and took them back into the ship. The two teen super heroines hovered there amidst the chaos wide mouth and unblinking until a well-aimed pine cone struck Ember in the forehead and she released her hold on Flag Girl who tumbled a short distance landing straddling on the back of her ass.

The plastic donkey still glowing and braying slid under the impact of the confused young teen and raced down the snowy muddy crater through the startled trees and right up the ramp leading into the large glass globe ship. Trees scattered out of the way and dove off the ramp as Flag Girl raced by and disappeared into the large red mirrored orb of the ship. There was a long, long, long moment of silence and then the whole globe began to shake and crack and then it suddenly exploded.

Flag Girl lifted a large piece of the ship’s red mirrored glass hull off her and saw Ember all covered with char and coughing smoke out of her lungs stagger up to her, “wood burns.” She sneered and then looked around her at the wreckage. “Looks like everyone is alright… How about you?” both girls licked their fingers at the same time and reached out and pinched out the flame of each other’s smoldering Santa cap tassel. Then Flag Girl licked her fingers a second time and pinched out Embers smoldering nips.

“Ugh,” Flag Girl rubbed her head and then looking around plucked up the half melted still somewhat braying plastic donkey from the rubble around her. “I am alright but I don’t think my ass will ever be the same.”

Ember smiled and snorted a laugh as she leapt up into the air, “Merry Christmas Flag Girl.”

“Doubles, Ember.” Flag Girl waved as the teen streaked away into the night sky on a jet of flame as the wail of police and fire truck and ambulance sirens rent the cold snowy air. Flag Girl pounded her chest and belched, “that Monarch of the Trees sure had some nasty tasting popcorn balls. Who knew that tree sap/spunk was so nasty!”

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TIT FOR TAT

“Uh, thanks Mamazonia for lending a hand with Mr. Phantasdick.” The blonde teen Flag Girl smiled a little nervously at Mamazonia after all it is not easy conversing with a twelve foot tall flame red haired woman from another planet when your nose is just inches from her uncovered naked pubic bush! The infamous lesbian Mamazonia nodded her head down at the bubbly teen her dark green eyes glinting under her brow ridge helmet with its nose guard as she shouldered her mighty tree trunk stone spiked club and vanished in a static swirl popping blur.

The teleportation left Flag Girl covered in static electricity and her hair standing up on end as she now looked past the vanished intergalactic super heroine defender and down at the crumpled moaning Mr. Phantasdick whose super powered rubbery body was lying tied into knots. His super stretch penis was tied around his wrists and his legs were tied around his body he was unconscious but still emitting occasional groans of pain. “You are a very bad and naughty man, Mr. Phantasdick. You could have used your secret formula and the super stretchy powers it gave you to do good, like reaching up and getting kittens out of trees or reaching through sewer grates and retrieving lost keys, but no! You had to turn to villainy and perverted stuff like puffing up your hands into giant suction cups and honking innocent women’s boobies! Now the police will have to make a special glass jar cell to house you Mr. Pudding-dick. Naughty perv!”

“Flag Girl this is Danger Babe Central calling Flag Girl come in! Over!”

“Wow a trouble alert emergency radio over ride coming in on my star choker communications device! Could be important! This is Flag Girl I read you over!”

“Flag Girl this is Em. Did you see the new shoe sale at Bumbberries on Seventh Street? Over!”

“Hey, Ember! Yeah I was just on my way there when I ran into the usual super perv and had to do the whole justice smack down on his scrawny butt bit! Over!”

“They have their entire stock of boots on sale! Over!”

“Oh pansies! I am on my way as soon as the stupid police show up to take the perv into custody! Over!”

“You’d better hurry Tish just texted and said she got the almost last thigh highs in red with that new ‘butt enhancer feature’! Over and out!”

“Wha?! Oh not the ‘Jiggle Tech 2000’?! Stripper pole polish! Where are those police dudes when you need them?! If I was topless and tied up they sure would be here right now looking at me like I was the last cream filled donut and doing their stupid hour long dusting for finger prints on my boobs! Humph! If Tammy Humpsucker gets the last pair of Jiggle Techs I am so going to scream!”

Flag Girl looked around her amidst the still smoking rubble of the recent battle and her frown suddenly turned into a wide eyed thought. “I know who can help!” The tawny haired teen began to wiggle her top up over her lushes double DD cup firm mounds until her entire ever pert and puffy areolas and constantly erect thumb thick nipples where exposed. She then assumed the position; that being leaning back against a half bent over light post with her arms raised up above her head with wrists pressed against each other and her hands clasped together as if tied. She smiled at her brilliance and then became crescent fallen as several seconds passed and the rubble strewn street remained empty besides her and the still unconscious super villain Mr. Phantasdick still moaning with his body tied in knots around himself. Flag Girl dropped her arms in a sound of disgust, “oh man!” She growled and wiggled out of her panties and rolled them up into a ball and stuffed them into her own mouth and reassumed the position. In an instant she felt the strange nap crawling sensation of someone being just inches behind her and she turned her head to look over her shoulder to see… “Evert!” Flag Girl dropped her arms as if she had been waiting an exhausted eon for the strange boy to arrive and turned to address him which sounded something like this, “hurump ah murble buh humpha” until she remembered she had stuffed her own panties into her cherry lip gloss mouth.

The teen triumph of bad guy butt thrashing jerked her panties from her mouth and pointed a finger at Evert as she reiterated her previous speech while the light wind pushed the light blonde tangles of her hair into her face and in turn her finger pointing clenched panties into Evert’s wide smiling face. “Evert listen up! I have to respond to an emergency call across town and the police are being poopy butt late heads as always! So I need you to watch this bad guy I just thrashed until those slow heads show up and take him into custody! Got it?!”

Flag Girl’s finger was pointing just inches from Evert’s unblinking large eyes but his gaze was alternating between the panties clasped in that hand which dangled from her clenched fist and with the light winds help tickled the end of Evert’s small sharp nose, and jiggling exposed breasts, and her wind tossed micro-miniskirt hem which flashed her shaved hairless swell of her genitalia mound. Flag Girl frowned at the boy’s large oversized head beading with sweat and his rapid eye dance from panties to boobs to crotch and blew up a gust of disgust from her lips at her wayward golden locks which were blowing across her eyes, “UGH! Evert! Are you going to be a pervert your WHOLE life?! Dude this is like important! UH-OH! Okay now Evert, don’t pass out! Okay?! Just give me a second!” Flag Girl scrambled back into her panties and yanked her top back down keeping a mindful eye on the almost crimson face of the boy’s oversized head.

In a few harried seconds Flag Girl had more or less covered up her girly parts and Evert was returning from a near purple to a more healthy (for him) pallor of old ivory. “Uh, you okay now Evert?” Flag Girl gave the nice but sort of creepy boy a tentative pat on his large round head.

Evert nodded a little shakily, “I am fine Lydia- err, Flag Girl. How can I assist you?”

“Cool beans! Look Evert I really, like really, need your awesome help today okay? Now focus, I need you to watch over this evil dude I just wacked until the police on their caterpillar and snail slow feet get here and then they will take him away. I can’t wait for them because I have to- like some really, really important super heroine stuff to take care of, okay?! Awesome! That’s great! See yah around Evert!” She was already half way down the block and had disappeared before the echo of her shouts had died out panty flashing in her jogging excitement the whole way. Evert looked down at the beach ball wad of rubbery knots as it groaned.

Evert looked around him at the debris strewn street. It was empty of people being early morning on a work day and being a dead end alleyway for the most part though for an alley it was spacious and clean and several of the lining buildings had stone stair steps leading down into it. There were no parked cars along its short length as the street its self-had several concrete filled steel tubes stuck into the street jutting up across it where it joined a cross street cul-de-sac. The bright yellow teeth kept the area free of cars and traffic for its single block length. A few over turned bike racks and some destroyed bicycles mingled with the shattered pavement and broken over turned large concrete flower pots and dozens of children’s toys. It was one of those reclamation project zones for trying to bring back downtown Delta City from a crime riddled waste land into a more family friendly place to live.

Evert eyed a torn newspaper flyer as it slowly danced across the spider webbed fractured tarmac; NIPPLE POPS! A breakfast cereal that had been around from before the return of men to Delta City; back when Delta City had been a one hundred mile radius of just hundreds of thousands of woman and a few hundred males clinging to political power who did not mind that Feng Shui’s hidden machine made their penises shrink to the size of a lollipop stick after a few weeks of exposure and left it limp as a wet noodle.

The picture of the ad showed the cereal box with Power Lass smiling on it. She had been on the box cover since it was first marketed. Next to her smiling face on the box cover was a large image of Power Lass holding up a spoon of Nipple Pops to her smiling mouth while the bowl of cereal balanced in her huge cleavage. Her other gloved fist was on her jutting hip and a few spilled rivulets of milk from the bowl were damping her costume top making it nearly see-thru so you could just make out the rosy glow of her large erect nipples. The woman with the largest bust in Delta City was winking over the spoon with a sort of knowing glint in her eyes.

Evert Knew all about Power Lass, which is to say he knew all about the constant rivalry between the bobbed haired blonde and Ms. Americana. The two women had come into the public attention at about the same time and had from that instant been at almost constant odds with one another. Over the years Ms. Americana had become the premier super heroine of Delta City but Power Lass had become the champion of North America. The reason for this was easy enough to fathom. For all her success as a super heroine Ms. Americana was a staunch feminist who could not help but stick her chin into every male’s face. While Power Lass did not mind playing ball at all with the male dominated world and all its male ego quirks. All she cared about, other than helping people, was that she got plenty of press and lots of fame. She loved the attention and adulation and never hesitated to make sure her ‘girly assets’ where front and center in every wide smiling snap shot. If Ms. Americana was ‘topped’ that is her bra yanked down during a fight and her mighty jugs of justice exposed and some reporter took a snap shot of her thus, she would wallop the guy and smash his camera. There would be little possibility of legal retort as snapping a photo of a woman who is having a wardrobe malfunction and then selling it to Super Heroine Quarterly to splash on its front page has never been acknowledged as freedom of speech by any judge or jury. But if the subject in question had been Power Lass she would have gave a look of innocent surprise at the reporters first snap shot and then a blushing knowing wink and wagging finger at the next several dozen before tugging up her top and giving her famous two finger salute.

Power Lass played up to the press. Power Lass smiled and winked at all those leering salivating men like some questionably talented teen pop star. And Power Lass, not Ms. Americana, was constantly being called to Washington D.C. to bail out an ever grateful nation from one calamity after another. It was Power Lass, who had the famous viral video clip of her being presented with the Congressional Medal of Honor and the President of the United States, who after several blushing seconds trying to figure out how to pin the medal to her skin tight chest thrust out deep swooping cleavage bust, simply handed the honor to her and laughed, ‘maybe you had better do this.’ To everyone’s clapping and laughing approval while Power Lass had winked and made a big production of pinning it just over her left nipple making sure to give all the cameras a good long jiggling peak down her décolleté in the process.

It was Power Lass whose cereal boxes lined the shelves and sold like hot cakes, while Ms. Americana’s own Liberty Crunch and Flag Girl’s Sugar Stars fell to the bottom rack and sold more like day old bread. Still in Delta City the patriotic hued duo were more respected and famous than Power Lass and her two famous well known assets. It was Power Lass who had no compunction of making a quick sale off her busty image or pressing the flesh at mall openings or political photo ops. It was Power Lass who constantly irked Omega Woman whom she was constantly being mistaken for and it was Power Lass whom only Evert knew was really the long lost and thought dead first Flag Girl companion of Ms. Americana; Alison Brite.

Susan, sometimes called Stacy and sometimes called Alison in that weird odd way young women are about their names, Brite had been the very close friend of Brenda Wade all through her turbulent school years and her close companion through her forays into the nefarious ‘Cock Clubs’ that had riddled a sex crazed Aphrodite gene tweaked Delta City of the sixties. It had gone something like this; a man in the late 1800’s named Feng Shui had been chased out of China by a group of Super Heroine woman. They had chased him all over Europe before he gave them the slip faking his death and took up refuge in the coal warrens of Delta City. Delta City had been first a pirate city and then a trade export city with coal mining being done in the hills and inland mountains just beyond its multiple finger jutting shores.

Here the most brilliant criminal mind in the entire world re-established himself in the most secretive of manors. Not wishing to duplicate his problems with that previous group of super heroines he set up several layers of low life criminal warlords and thugs and street gangs between him and the rest of the world. In this he was most successful, though he did run into some problems in the early twenties and thirties with some star spangled super heroine who may have indeed been the very first Ms. Americana though all records were lost and her urban legend status faded into oblivion with the sudden flip of the switch of Feng Shui’s master piece, his great genetic amplifier. This machine caused all dormant Aphrodite genes, which can be found in all women, to awaken to various degrees. Some woman became super powered heroines over night, but most simply found their beauty greatly enhanced as well as their bust, which is where the Aphrodite gene can be most readily found. To this awakening or at least prodding of the Aphrodite gene Feng Shui tweaked the gene so as to make the women of Delta City incredibly horny at all times and to make them feel an unbelievable discomfort in covering up their nipples and crotches with clothing. Hence the city became almost instantly a city of nipple and pussy flashing women who still felt an immense desire to be public servants to help others and do right and fight against injustice in their day to day lives. If this wasn’t enough to drive all the males in the one hundred mile radius of the machines influence nuts, the pulsing waves of the machine also made all males penises tiny and permanently limp. Men fled by the thousands and Delta City became an almost amazon land. Still some men remained to keep and claim power both political and financial in both legal and illegal ventures.

Things tend to get a bit difficult to sort out cleanly over such a trampled past with most of the truth known and lost but to a few, but the entire purpose of Feng Shui’s machine was to create a vast blissfully ignorant herd of Aphrodite gene rich women to pluck from the streets above or from their slumbering beds to bring down below to his labs and warrens to be milked. This gene rich milk he used as the philosopher’s stone to make his immortality serum. For Feng Shui had never desired to rule the world as so many had so erroneously thought. No he only wanted to live in absolute pleasure for all of time. With his serum perfected he built his huge underground pleasure dome and there set down to endless expectations of a sort of continuous orgy of sex and lusts and pleasure.

All attempts to find and destroy Feng Shui’s machine failed. He had filled his tunnels with countless inseminiod plants and monstrous creatures and pregger hybrids he had culled from the farthest reaches of the earth and beyond or crafted in his constantly bubbling labs deep in his sub-terrain dome.

To assist him in gathering up these oblivious young Aphrodite gene women above him and dragging them down to his caves for milking and sexual experiments, he had incorporated the willing and unwilling cooperation of most of the powerful males remaining in Delta City whom he in turn made even more powerful and wealthy. One of these was Doctor Raptor who funded and designed and built much of the downtown of the wrist including the then new combination of Delta City Schools in a cluster around then Delta City College. Unbeknownst to but a few, this congestion of school grounds into one vast sprawling down town center was done so that secret underground tunnels could be connected to hidden passages in every room. The young women of Delta City were gassed in their beds or in their locker rooms then slipped into a tunnel rushed to a waiting milking machine and then returned to their beds or classes before morning or the sounding of the bell and all without them the least bit aware that they were the Guernsey cattle of Feng Shui! Hundreds were milked and none were the wiser, the perfect crime.

Into the vacuum of hundreds of thousands of males leaving seeped in tens of thousands of women and the Tuggies weren’t far behind them. The Tuggies were a semi-secret order of women who believed in the absolute superiority of women over men. They weren’t averse to using their womanly wiles to win power and they financed and levered to bring their militant feminist views to all walks of life. In Delta City they quickly set up the nefarious Cock Clubs, where men with huge penises were shipped in with fresh erections and out once the machine had withered their man-hoods by the bus loads to keep the ever horny women of Delta City entertained and prone to supporting the dogma of the Tuggies.

It was here in these clubs in feverish all night orgies that Brenda Wade had tempered her ultra-feminist views into her lifelong creed. It was here that her friendship with Alison/Suzie/Stacy Brite famous for her toothpaste commercials became Brenda’s closet friend. With both girls screaming and laughing at each other, “less talking more cocking!” they had forged an almost unbreakable bond.

Brenda Wade was adopted by General Wade as an infant. General Wade was in charge of the New Jersey Project, a sister project of the Manhattan Project. This project concentrated upon genetic manipulation to create a super solider to fight the Nazis in world war two. Feng Shui both helped and used this project to further his own interests in perfecting his Delta City milk cows. The New Jersey project was based in Delta City because of its abundance of the otherwise rare Aphrodite gene awakened gene of its female citizens. Manny believed that Brenda Wade was the orphaned daughter of one of the head scientists working on the New Jersey project who had died when much of the lab was destroyed. In fact this girl was Trinity who would be moved to live on the base where the Manhattan Project was going on and would have her own Aphrodite gene cells awaken with the detonation of the first above ground test of the world’s first atomic bomb. She would latter return to Delta City as Atomica and die in helping Ms. Americana defeat/destroy Feng Shui. In fact, Brenda was just one of hundreds of children Feng Shui fathered in his pleasure dome and which he gave to General Wade to be used as a promising test subject.

After the war ended the New Jersey project continued and the newly rechristened C.I.A. working with a much more willing brother of General Wade assassinated the General right in front of Brenda Wade on the steps of Wade Industries. General Wade’s brother took over Wade Industries and all its Pentagon contracts as well as its top secret genetic research with his estranged wife and his two sons living in Washington D.C. itself.

Brenda Wade came of age in the seventies and took over her share of Wade Industries left to her by her dead father. She also took on the mantle of Ms. Americana having mysteriously been left the power belt of the former Ms. Americana perhaps by the Tuggies or maybe even by a crony of Feng Shui for whatever inscrutable reason.

The C.I.A. found Brenda’s interest in jointly running Wade Industries and its secret floor of gene research with dozens of captive young Delta City women being jeopardized unacceptable and attempted to get rid of her. This failed and much of Wade Industries down town building was destroyed along with William Wade, General Wade’s brother.

At this time Brenda Wade in her brand new Ms. Americana persona began her tentative explorations of the vast network of sewers and old mine tunnels making up the warrens of Feng Shui she was joined by her best friend Alison Brite who was the first Flag Girl. The whole enterprise was mainly a disaster though it did give Brenda her first experience with inseminiod plants and pregger monsters and introduced her to Professor Whirter and Nurse Tina.

Brenda decided she needed more experience with more normal street thugs before tackling those tunnels again and so months passed with Ms. Americana mostly working from the shadows while gaining some much needed experience. However Feng Shui abducted Alison Brite and Ms. Americana found herself back down in those tunnels a second time trying to rescue her side kick. Another confrontation with Feng Shui in which he revealed himself to be the biological father of Brenda Wade was kept from being the tragic end of the new super heroine only by the arrival of Atomica who sacrificed her life. However, both Feng Shui and Alison Brite were plunged into an abyss and presumed dead. Still mourning Ms. Americana plunged further into the inky tunnels until she discovered the vast machine causing the genetic alterations above and unable to fathom its complex workings did her best to try and stop it.

In the end her pushing of the large orbs this way and that only made the few men left in Delta City turn slowly into cock-zombies a terrible always erect giant penis monster that rapes all women it meets. This was more embarrassing because Ms. Americana had publically announced she had destroyed the machine. She now had to make the many day trek back down through the maze of tunnels until she found the machine again and tried again to work its controls. This time she did a little better, the women of Delta City were still having their Aphrodite genes tweaked but at least the men could get their erections back and keep it in their pants. The eighties saw Ms. Americana building Wade Manor right above the half destroyed former pleasure dome of Feng Shui and turning the underground dome into her own secret Ms. Americana cave. She was also joined by a new side kick, Lydia Wells, who became the second Flag Girl; though Lydia and the city never knew this.

Men began flocking back to ‘Titty Citty’ by the thousands. The nineties saw a new emergence of male oppression over the women of Delta City and a new wave of criminal super powered villains rise up. It was at this time that Dragon Queen came back, whispered to be the much altered Alison Brite who had survived her fall, and now companioned with two miniature clones of Feng Shui calling themselves Feng Shui and the other clone Fondue. But Alison Brite had already been back for decades but with her memory scrambled and now as the new super heroine Power Lass. Ironically it was a pairing up of Power Lass and Ms. Americana which resulted in the demise of the two clones in their exploding secret lair.

With the new turn of the century the Wade brothers came back and slowly took control of Wade Industries and Wade Manor leaving Brenda Wade and her ward Lydia Wells homeless and penniless but the two bounced back and Brenda launched a new company and built the breath taking giant golden ‘A’ shaped tower in the former crater that a terrorist had caused by slamming a meteorite into Delta City destroying much of downtown in the process.

This meteorite crash had been a tiny splinter of the larger meteorite that some unknown villain had used a machine to pull down out of space. This villain had held the city at ransom with this comet threat and had used the murky villain Boobytrap to build milking phone booth like machines on every street corner. The women of Delta City had to submit to daily forced milkings or face their city being smashed by the aforementioned comet. Super heroines were kept in glass cages on the same street corners were they were helpless milked in full view of the long lines of women waiting to submit themselves to the milking/raping machines. In the end, it was Boobytrap who tricked the unidentified super villain by making the super heroine machines only appear to be holding the heroines trapped and helpless as the machines raped and milked them. Only the sidekicks were actually really being raped and milked for several days (which is how so many of them finally lost their ‘D’-cup training bras! As it takes several forced climaxes and milking teat drains for the Aphrodite gene breast tissue to respond by increasing its size and mass.) The sidekicks had to be subjected/sacrificed in this way in order to produce enough super heroine Aphrodite gene milk to fool the shadowy villain threating the city. Boobytrap freed the other super heroines and helped them to find and destroy the machine pulling the meteorite down out of the sky and removing the energy dome that had cut off the city from the rest of the world. Power Lass and Omega Woman had flown up and smashed up the still descending comet but a few pieces still found their way through and one destroyed much of the thankfully deserted downtown. Boobytrap had then tricked the super heroines with a gas trap at the very award and Governor pardon ceremony on his behalf and milked a full tanker truck of Aphrodite gene rich milk from them and the gathered throng of grateful women before escaping.

Feng Shui was rumored to have been behind the whole thing but it really wasn’t his style but he did return about this time and had taken over Under Belly the homeless city under Delta City. And how did little big headed Evert know all of this? Well because he had been there, right from the beginning. Evert had opened his eyes for the very first time in the tunnel basement of Doctor Raptor’s mansion, now boarded up in the heart of Raptor Park. Doctor Raptor had his own experiments many of them involving screaming orgasming young girls chained to lab equipment and Evert had been there to help him. That had been back in the early 1900’s when Feng Shui had been good friends with Doctor Raptor. Before their falling out and the pillar of the community Doctor Raptor had met a nasty end. Feng Shui had never met Evert, did not know he even existed. And Evert was most anxious to keep it that way.

Evert, the name was new it had been given to him by the very busty red head Miss Astonishing, whom he sort of side kicked for when he wasn’t simply wandering around Delta City aimlessly as he had for over a hundred years now; was a homeless youth with an oversized head and what the super heroines collectively called, ‘pervert radar’?! That is to say that Evert had an uncanny ability to stumble upon any super heroine in Delta City just about as soon as she was naked.

This was not quite true. In fact, Evert tended to stumble across any woman just about the time she was naked if she was out in a public place it just seemed that he had a special gift for those women to often being super heroines. His radar wasn’t so much attuned to naked women as it was to naked exposed Aphrodite gene breasts. This had been of much use to Doctor Raptor all those decades ago but now it just seemed to be a rather pointless ability which made some of the super heroines mad though they often were glad to see him instead of the police if they were tied up or about to be hurt by some diabolical device or other.

He knew all their secrets and identities and had seen them many, many times often doing very naughty things but had only shown himself rarely if he thought he might be of some help. It wasn’t like he could control this so called pervert radar. It just happened. All the time. Constantly. Like this morning he had been sitting in the Jerk and Squirt soda shop and this waitress had been tying up her apron behind her back. What she had not realized was that in doing this she had accidentally tied up her small waitress skirt up in the thong ties, so that her entire naked ass and pussy were on full display behind her as she bustled around the shop. No one saw this. Only Evert noticed it and he sat there for two hours watching the young girl bend over and flash her wet horny pussy at the nearly empty early morning campus shop without anyone but him noticing it. He watched her for two hours until it was her break and she had taken off her apron and gone back into the back break room for employees only. When she had removed her apron her skirt had fallen back down into place hiding her naked sex. She would never know that she had been flashing her pussy for the last two hours and neither would anyone else, only Evert had witnessed it. Silently quietly with large staring eyes. That was how it worked. He just walked around and everywhere he looked he would just catch this woman or that bending over and her tit would slip out of her top or her skirt would flare up and expose her naked crotch. It would go on all day and all night for Evert never slept and it had been going on since the first day Evert had opened his large eyes in his oversized head over a hundred years ago.

“Flag Girl come in! This is Ms. Americana using the Danger Babe Communications Center over ride come in! Flag Girl if you are using the emergency channel to listen to Jason Babbler music again so help me-“

“This is Flag Girl I copy you! Great to hear you again Ms. A! How are things on Danger Babe Island?”

“Well we are picking up the pieces. Turns out that wheel chair bozo scientist was in cahoots with the Wade Brothers. They tried to send all of us super heroines to some remote moon on the other side of the cosmos. But luckily we suspected something was wrong so I rigged the first transmission coordinates to automatically send anyone to just outside the building on the beach. So it was just a matter of rushing back in after he had revealed his hand and nabbing him and his wrench men! Ha!”

“Wow! So you caught him?!”

“Well, um not exactly... I may have miscalculated the secret coordinates and landed us more in the ocean than on the beach but hey, when you are being pawed by a bunch of horny lackeys it’s hard to concentrate! And I guess that wheel chair turns into a jet ski so he got away! We did manage to accidently destroy a lot of the expensive equipment so it is going to take us a while to repair this and head back home. I was just checking in with you to see how you are doing on your solo patrols of the city while I am gone?”

“Oh yeah, it’s been boss! Ii have been kicking butt and taking names!”

“Hmm, good so I take it you are responding to the Danger Babe alert at the downtown zoo as we speak?!”

“Ah, wha?”

“The emergency silent alarm at the old abandoned zoo just off downtown. You ARE responding to it aren’t you?!”

“Hey, err, yeah of course I was just on my way there when you called!”

“Good, don’t let one of those other left behind sidekicks get there first, I would never hear the end of it! Now be a good girl and be careful! Over and out!”

Flag Girl dropped her shoulders in absolute defeat and sighed just outside the shop windows of Bumbberries, which in turn were filled with crowds of laughing smiling young women, and sighing and moaning she walked dejectedly away in the direction of the old smelly abandoned zoo.

“Ohhh so not fair! Stupid Danger Babe alerts! Who would want to break into some shut down zoo anyway?! Stupid bad guys! I am so going to kick their butts for this! Ugh!”

The zoo was just off one of the main arteries of down town and under a newly constructed over pass. The Wade brothers had financed a new much larger more modern zoo with more humane habitat and research and endangered animal labs a few blocks away and simply shut down the old zoo which they bought and laid a freeway over pass through leading from their factories to their privet wharfs without any pesky stop lights or traffic or Port Authority agents getting in the way.

Flag Girl stopped her scooter on the almost deserted residential downtown apartment lined street that ran along the only face of the entire city block of the abandoned zoo which did not but up against Wade brothers property and pulled her patriotic hued moped up onto the side walk and switching her helmet for a bike chain from the small compartment behind the still vibrating moist seat chained her ride to a telephone/power pole. A long singular brown stone wall topped with black iron spikes ran around the entire closed structure. At either end of the city block the twenty foot tall wall was butted with modern twelve foot tall chain link fencing blocking off the street access to all but Wade Brothers employees. Running at an angle right over the heart of the empty zoo was a huge concrete over pass that swooped down to the factories just behind the zoo and whisked angry sounding semi-trucks past the apartment buildings for several blocks before swooping down again to the docks and piers of Delta City Bay.

Flag Girl ambled slowly along the city street eyeing the towering wall until she reached what had been the main gate entrance to the zoo. The gate was closed and consisted of old fashioned looking wooden slabs banded in iron. A bronze plaque embedded in the stone wall said simply, “ZOO”. A much smaller plaque beneath it said in raised letters, “EST. 1897”. In front of the gate a large bronze lion enameled in black lay sprawled on a brown stone bolder somehow still looking regal despite his thick coating of bird droppings.

Flag Girl wandered all the way past the gate along the street until the block finally ended with another chain link Wade Brother’s fence. Though these fences had sliding chain link gates there appeared to be no guards and the gates were both sealed shut with chains and paddle locks. With the completion of the over pass it was apparent that these two gates on this side of the zoo were now no longer used for entering or exiting the several blocks of industrial factories of the Wade Brother’s. Employees must use one of the other city streets that had once been public access but had recently been fenced by the Wade Brother’s for ‘security reasons’. Flag Girl wasn’t sure but the idea of streets paid for by the public tax payer and maintained by city workers being closed off to all but the workers of a privet enterprise somehow did not seem right?

The chain link fence parts had nasty looking curls of razor wire running along its top and several security cameras still glowed their red unblinking eye on top of the vacant guard houses sweeping the sealed gates. Flag Girl took her finger out of her mouth and retraced her steps back along the brown stone wall of the zoo proper. There were no cameras along the zoo part of the barricade. Despite her initial reconnoiter she could see no signs of forced entry on the only point of the zoo grounds that fronted a public access road. No trucks parked with engines revving and back doors open wide with edgy goons at their side. No smoldering blasted holes in the stone wall. No gapping maws in the pavement. No dangling ropes with grappling hooks embedded in the black iron spikes. No nothing.

There were also no signs of any of the Wade Brother security guards hustling this way and that, the zoo was their property now and they usually showed up in seconds of a tripped alarm when it involved anything remotely belonging to the Wade Brothers? There were also no signs of the police. True the boys in blue were notorious for showing up late and why not in a city of superior women to handle the heavy lifting but still no distant sirens no press vans squealing up to a shuddering stop. Nothing, but a quiet empty street in the middle of a normal quiet day and a long brown wall of roughhewn stone blocking any easy way in.

And in she would undoubtedly have to go. Though it was Wade Brother’s privet property and all super heroines disliked tangling with anything dealing with those two and their small army of lawyers she still had a duty as a public protector to wiggle her cute little button nose into anything that smelled fishy. And tripped silent alarms were definitely fishy. ‘Why would there be any silent alarms left on at an abandoned zoo anyway? Apparently they aren’t part of the Wade Brother’s security system or their privet goon squad would be swarming all over the place. It must be one of the old alarms in one of the closed down buildings in the grounds themselves. Probably nothing, but since I am here I had better take a quick peek just to make sure.’ With this line of reasoning the tow headed teen gave herself a firm nod of approval and turned away from the wall and crossed the street slipping into the noonday shadows of one of the apartment alleyways.

Flag Girl moved down the alley hip shaking it past several dumpsters until she spotted what she was looking for; a wade industries metal junction box. Brenda Wade’s new business once her cousins from her father’s brother side of the family had taken over Wade Industries from her, was a construction company which utilized robotic construction machines. These robot construction workers could be seen running here and there throughout the city in small groups maintaining the roads and buildings and had been instrumental in re-building the city over and over again after its almost monthly disasters. Most blocks had at least one or two if not all B.W. Construction buildings and every block thus had at least one special alleyway or storm drain with a B.W.C. junction box like this one.

Flag Girl cast a glance about her to make sure she was alone and then ignoring the heavy paddle lock and hasp reached under the large metal box and found and pressed the hidden switch. There was an audible ‘click’ and Flag Girl grabbed both sides of the box and gave it a tug. The entire box ‘popped’ up and then easily slid down exposing a blank screen that flashed at its edges. Flag Girl gave a finial over her shoulder peak of the deserted alleyway and then yanked up her top and pressed her naked boobs upon the screen.

The screen hummed and glowed and then it made a low burble sound like a bullfrog gargling and then an oven timer chime sound and Flag Girl leaned back and blushed to read the single word flashing upon the screen; “IMPRESSIVE!” The box slide back into place over the screen and the brick wall it was attached to then slowly slid back and then to the right exposing a fire man’s pole centered in small dark well leading down. The side of the well had some ladder rungs and it hummed slightly as lights embedded in the curved surface slowly blinked on showing its shallow descent down into a horizontal tunnel. Flag Girl wiggled down her top over her ‘impressive’ double DD-cup boobs with her ever erect thumb sized nipples and quickly grasped the fire pole and slide down it with a loud ‘wheeeeeee!’

At the bottom Flag Girl scrambled back up to her feet rubbing her bottom as the wall above her slid back into place sealing her into the system of new tunnels that crisscrossed under Delta City secretly joining each newly made B.W.C. building to each other. These miles of hidden tunnels where nothing compared to the dark warrens of tunnels of Feng Shui’s making which ran much deeper into the bowels of the earth nor as extensive as the maze of sewers and mine shafts that also riddled the city’s roots, but they were clean and well lit and monster free and allowed fast easy secret access from and to several key points of interest in the city allowing Ms. Americana and Flag Girl as well as a select few of other super heroines a stealthy approach if they so choose to enter behind the front line security of several places. It also had several access points scattered about the city for emergency escapes or fast transit under the city if needed. At each hidden entrance a ‘boob print’ lock made sure that only Aphrodite gene active women could open the access points with only a few super heroines being told about these hidden doors or being let in on the existence of the tunnel system.

Flag Girl new that the abandoned zoo had a hidden access door to the tunnel system and that this would be a sly way to sneak in and catch any crooks unaware of her giving her that extra edge, that she had already driven right up to the front entrance of the zoo and chained up her scoter there and then walked back and forth in front of the sealed up zoo for all the world to see, somehow did not register upon the little flaxen vixens plans of surprise attack!

At the base of the entrance fire pole was a small seat set atop of a metal pole that sat on a rail. The abandoned zoo entrance shaft was just around the tunnel corner but the little seat could whisk you anywhere at high speeds and it vibrated almost as much as Flag Girl’s always damp scoter seat did! The ever horny teen bit her lower lip and then pounced upon the seat and thrust her boot heels into its stirrups while intoning, “Abandoned zoo! Giddy upppppp!” The small banana seat vibrated into life and whisked along the rail track swinging onto another rail and zipping to a stop a few yards away around the corner of the branching tunnel and slowed to a stop at the base of another ladder shaft pausing in front of a twin identical seat.

Flag Girl got off the now moist seat upon wobbly legs with a big smile upon her slightly sweating face. “I’d love to take a few spins around the park if I had the time, but there are thugs to thwart!” The young teen made her way to the rungs set in the shaft leading up as the seat behind her collapsed down and flipped over so it was now under the rail and immediately sped back to its own starting place.

It was a bit shaky clambering up the ladder rungs with her crotch throbbing away after her short ride but the surge of sexual desire quickly fueled her power belt so that she felt the rush of strength even at the cost of the lust causing her head to spin a little and water her concentration a tad.

At the top of the well was the same small dark cylinder shaped room as before and standing upon the lip of the edge around the well shaft the young teen avenger once again flipped up her top and pressed her firm budding breasts against the glass panel set in the brick wall. The panel hummed again to life, burbled like a coffee maker and then chimed like an egg timer. Once again the screen gave her the “IMPRESSIVE” comment before sliding silently open to allow her to enter into a dark dusty room.

The teen avenger slipped her top back down over her firm jugs and cautiously entered the dimly lit room. She reached up and touched her mask turning on her various heat and radiation and ultraviolet filters but the room remained empty and dark as the secret wall door slid back closed behind her bent over twitching butt.

Satisfied she was alone she turned on her star shaped belt light and began to get her bearings. It took her a moment of finger sucking but she realized she was in one of the entrance halls bath room stalls. She frowned and pushed open the bathroom stall door and made her way out of the dark bathroom and out into the entrance hall proper. From the wall posters and display signs it was some kind of bird exhibit building and she made her way past all the empty glass cages and up the ramp past the information kiosk and out the main doors into the outer zoo proper.

Outside was bright even in the shadows of the exotic bird exhibit hall she placed a gloved hand over her eyes as she blinked around her at the deserted zoo. She was surprised to see that in just a short time the tremendous amount of decay that had set in. The sidewalks had been covered with leaves and weeds and grass grew in newly forming cracks and the trees that rimmed every corner of the twisting paths where seated upon thick carpets of weeds and tall thick grass. Metal woven trash containers still chained to lamp posts lay half twisted in their bonds and litter and refuse lay upon paint peeling park benches made of wood slats fastened to concrete supports. An abandoned golf cart with the old zoo logo lay half on its side next to an over turned bike rack and several windows were broken out of kiosks on their islands amidst the empty cages and over grown paths of pavement.

Most of the Halls which held the special exhibits where chained shut or boarded over so they could not be readily entered. She realized that when Ms. Americana had put in that secret entrance to the old zoo she had made sure the door leading out into the park would be unobstructed as well. Looking back behind her at the door she had just exited out of she could see how cleverly the boards that should have fastened it shut had been made to interlock upon closing to give the illusion it was sealed like the others around her. She pushed the door closed and started to search the eerily silent creepy park for any signs of mischief. It was odd how the sounds of the city beyond the high walls only seeped in at the edges and made the over turned surroundings seem somehow even more remote and distant than they were to the bustling metropolis around it. Birds filled the trees and made odd echoing shrieks at her passing and in the full view of all the empty cages she found their ‘freedom’ somehow disturbing, but they were only sparrows and starlings, nothing unusual and certainly not dangerous. Still their agitation and abundance made her uneasy as if there were real anger in the caws of the crows that erupted around her and real menace in the cooing of the pidgins who nested in every conceivable nook and cranny of the open bars of the empty cages as if they somehow knew this had once been a place of impressment for animals and now it was a place of freedom for them away from humans like her, she felt a strong sense of being an intruder into this topsy-turvy world.

Running right down the center of the shadowy zoo was the huge over pass. Invisible from below it conveyed a steady stream of large trucks laden with Wade Brother’s military merchandise straight from their factories behind and aside of the zoo and straight down to their personal docks and wharfs along the water front several blocks away. The large towering over pass kept the abandoned zoo in constant shadow and its thick concrete pillars seemed cold and alien where they had been set up here and there. The support pillars had been planted without regard to the former zoo grounds and had been set up in an obvious hurried manor as they spouted up out of half destroyed buildings and ponds and fountains and right out of the middle of what once had been the polar bear pit. Piles of earth and concrete had been thrown here and there and shattered undecipherable heaps of refuse had been scattered about in the supports hurried construction. Flag Girl kicked a bright yellow construction hat which had been lying hidden in tall brown grass and startled back from the noise it made as it rolled away. “Creepy but definitely deserted, that’s for sure!”

“Hi there!”

“AGH!” Flag Girl shouted. Despite the voice having been chip and cheery and not the least bit frightening it had startled Flag Girl who had not realized how nervous the solitary place had made her.

“Oh sorry to scare you like that, are you looking for whoever tripped that old silent alarm too?”

Flag Girl still clutching her boobs to steady her racing heart turned around and looked at the young woman smiling at her. The girl was very young looking and about a head and a half shorter than Flag Girl but her boobs where twice Flag Girl’s size easily. Flag Girl looked down at the smiling burnet and stared at her huge boobs and instantly hated her.

“They call me Busty Babe! Because I love to bust stuff up!” The happy faced girl lifted up her two fists which had electrified metal knuckles on her fingerless gloves and made a serious face as she pretended to be ready to punch someone, sparks flew from her clenched fists and then she dropped them to her sides and broke out laughing. “I have already been through most of the grounds already and have not found anyone or anything weird going on. But it’s such a mess it’s hard to tell if anyone broke in and stole anything, huh?”

Flag Girl dropped her own gloved hands down into fists upon her jutting hips and frowned at the perky girl who skipped around her looking here and there and wiggling her perfectly shaped ass as she bent over her narrow wasp waist and kicked at junk lying about in the tall grass. Big boobs meant big powers for an Aphrodite gene super heroine and so there was a constant smirking going on amongst super heroines when they met and one would inevitably have the bigger pair. Flag Girl could respect that some super heroines would have larger breasts than hers but it seemed all the new super heroines which were popping up now all had larger tits than hers and that was just not fair!

“Well, if you didn’t find anything then don’t let me keep you, er, ‘Busty’ was it?” Flag Girl had folded her arms under her chest and was leaning back with her upper body bent back and thrust out to try and make her own rack appear as large as possible.

“Well I do have to get home as I promised my mom that I would cut my super heroine patrols short today and look after my grandmother so she could go to work early. Anyway it was great to meet you Flag Girl I hope we can team up sometime in the future!” The young girl in her white see-through spaghetti strap tank top and skin tight camel toeing white bike pants looked back at Flag Girl who instantly felt terrible about hating such an obviously sweet girl just because she had such enormous perfectly round boobs and she let her arms drop and tilted her head and smiled back at the girl as she rapidly disappeared among the piles of debris and empty iron barred cages.

Flag Girl called out after her, “er, wait! Maybe we can team up a little today?” The young girl instantly vaulted over an over turned popcorn sellers cart and reappeared with a big smile and an excited ‘really!’ “Well, yeah.” Flag Girl smiled back down at the young super heroine and continued. “You said you already checked out most of the grounds so it would be silly for me to check them out again. So why don’t we team up and check out what areas are left okay?”

“Alright then! Awesome I am working alongside a real famous super heroine! So cool!” The brunet girl jumped in place a ball of energy as her beach ball sized titties slapped this way and that until her nipples were almost as prominent and hard as Flag Girl’s always was.

The two young girls walked cautiously about the remainder of the grounds but chatted constantly as well so that soon they had exhausted every possibility of some burglar and had become fast friends and were well into discussing the subject of boys and invariably their penises and why men always thought a tiny ten inch pecker was supposed to be somehow ‘impressive’ when in fact it was way too small to really get the job done right! And were attentively nibbling at the edges of topic of lesbian love when Busty Babe pulled up short and pointed at a particularly ominous looking building that had a ramp that serpentine down to its entrance doors where most of the structure seemed sequestered into the ground itself.

“We haven’t checked that one yet!” Busty Babe pointed and nodded at the shadowy pit of a doorway as Flag Girl shook her head from its preoccupied thoughts and tore her gaze off of her new friends very tight round butt.

“Hmm, the reptile house?” Flag Girl certainly did not like the look of the place. “Maybe we can just skip that creepy old place. Now where were we, oh yeah so have you or have you not every gone down on a girl before?”

Busty Babe frowned down at the door in the murk and then chimed over her shoulder, “Hey! It looks like someone pulled some of the boards off that door!” And giggling the young hottie began to jump and run down the twisting short slope to the doorway in question.

Flag Girl growled and then raced after Busty her eyes glued to the sway of her full hips and licking her lips as she could see the huge firm breasts of the waif bouncing violently into view over her shoulders and under her swinging arms.

The two women stopped before the shadowy door and as Flag Girl eyed the piles of freshly pulled off boards Busty eyed the stone carved images of snakes lining the lintel and posts of the door its self. “You’re right someone has recently entered this building,” Flag Girl mused all business again.

“And you’re right that this place is really creepy,” Busty Babe murmured as the two heroines made their way through the door with a firm shoulder shove.

The poorly lit entrance hall with its same layout of information kiosk and bathrooms and hallway mazes of empty glass cages gave way quickly to a half open metal door with light spilling out of it and a chain and bolt cutters laying on the tile floor in front of it.

‘Employees Only’ was emblazoned upon the surface of the door and both super heroines paused a second before slipping through the door. Just inside the door was a hallway with a battery powered lantern sitting in front of another door about half the length of the hallway to their left. They stepped as lightly as possible past several other doors to this doorway and found it closed shut but the lock mechanism of the door lying on the floor next to a battery operated drill. This door read, ‘Biohazard Lab 004 – Security Clearance 7’ and Flag Girl slowly pushed it open.

Inside was the refuse of a lab that had been stripped bare. A small propane generator sat upon the floor whirling away with lines attached to it to a small panel set low in the tiled wall. The panel was obviously a secret panel as it was faced in tile to match the wall and was only discernible now because it was open with the wires of the generator running to it. Next to the exposed panel was an open door way which like the panel its self was faced in tile and so would have been invisible to the passing eye if it were not open now. A bright light fell from the open door way and both super heroines crept up to it silently noticing the rapidly increasing cold and swirls of freezing vapor which was issuing forth from it. But before they could peer into it a thin man lugging a full back pack in his hands came out of the opening and shrieked at the unexpected sight of them. He lurched back and then blinked at them as he seemed to be trying to figure out what they were in the eerie blue light spilling out of the door way behind him.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?!” The disheveled and somewhat unkempt man snarled at the two monetarily surprised super heroines. “You have no business here!”

“And I doubt neither do you!” Flag Girl took a step back to gain some space from the odd man only to find that Busty Babe was half standing behind her back and they stumbled slightly as the man frowned at them and eyed his bag and the doorway to the hallway beyond which they were blocking.

“I am Doctor Andrew Konda and this is er was my lab! Now let me pass, I do not have time for this!”

“You’re supposed to be a doctor?” Busty Babe snorted in disbelief.

“Well, no not quite yet, but I was a lab research assistant here and I needed to collect up some of my research samples so I could continue my work, now be gone with you!”

“Ah, yeah, not quiet there Andy Condo. This place is privet property and you have broken in to steal that stuff and you are like so going to the police station. So drop the bag and hands against the wall.” Flag Girl smiled from her crouched fighting stance.

“It’s Andrew Konda and I don’t have time for any non-sense from any teenage titters looking for a john!”

“Oh yeah that’s smart, tick off the super heroines you scrawny no powered punk!” Busty Babe came around Flag Girl to take a fist raised stance fully blocking the hallway door and gritting her teeth at the thin man in the worn shirt and dress slacks.

“Fine! I was going to test this out on some other subjects first but I guess it is time for a full field test here and now!” Andrew yanked a vial of yellow liquid out of his frost rimmed bag and before the two super heroines could do more than raise a finger splayed glove and widen their eyes he had downed the serum in one grimacing gulp! “Tastes noting like chicken! HA-ha-ha! Now we shall see who has the super powers!” In an instant the man’s body swelled up and split his clothing. His pale flesh became covered in harden scales and his thin body ripped with massive muscles. His face elongated into a sharp razor tooth snout and his eyes turned glowing yellow with silted irises. But most shocking was his pant shredded exposed little ten inch penis swelled up into a massive 12 inch diameter ribbed phallus that hung down to his ankles!

“Now that is what I am talking about,” Busty Babe whispered behind Flag Girl’s back. “Finally a decent sized prick but why is it always attached to some ghastly gruesome?!”

Flag Girl could only nod in agreement as she dodged the creature’s sudden lunging attack. The simple truth was that as far as sex Flag Girl remained oblivious of it in her day to day life until a penis was shoved in her face then she went from naive innocent to a full knowing if somewhat nervous and not exactly accurate expert on the subject. Like most young Aphrodite gene women, Flag Girl secretly lusted after large penises even if she never consciously acknowledged this fact. More mature super heroines would look back in scowls and burning hatred after being raped by a massive cock but the teen sidekicks would look back with frowns of disappointment a sort of ‘is that all? Done already?’ look upon their upturned twitching lip faces. But they would always pretend they did not enjoy the intense orgasms that came from a big cock rape and would never admit that they sometimes pulled a punch or two when fighting a hunky guy who had a nice bulge in his pants. This was not a nice looking guy and despite the huge penis flapping and smacking around below his knees neither super heroine wanted anything to do with its scaly scary looking length.

Flag Girl had thought she had sidestepped and dodged the initial attack from the scaly man but she realized in horror that his torso had elongated and it twisted back and wrapped its self around her waist pinning her arms to her side and popping her tits out of her top!

“UGH! He topped me! Not to mention that he is squeezing my arms to my side, I can’t move!” Flag Girl struggled against the iron like grip of the creature’s body as it licked its forked tongue over her constantly swollen puffy areolas and her thumb thick ever erect nipples. “AHH, it’s playing with my nipples! Oh that always makes me so hot and wet so fast! Must concentrate against the waves of pleasure! Must maintain my focus so as not to lose my power belt!”

Suddenly the forked tongue swelled up and turned into two large suction cup tips and began to suck upon Flag Girl’s sensitive nipples! “Oh GWAD! NO! Nothing makes me cum as fast as having my nipples milked! I am done for!”

Just then Busty Babe launched a series of brutal electrified boxing blows and dazed the still transforming creature. An equally dazed and crotch dripping Flag Girl joined in with a patented Flag Girl Twister Kick and knocked the creature back so that it stumbled over its dropped large back pack and fell head over heels into the icy small storage room beyond. Flag Girl slammed the door shut behind the creature and locked it with the key pad and then as an afterthought lowered the temperature to far below zero. “Let’s see how our reptile man likes sub-zero temperatures!” Flag Girl grinned at Busty Babe then glanced down at her exposed breasts. “So now have you ever you know done it with another girl before?”

“Uh, I really have to have to get back to my mom’s place. It was great teaming up with you Flag Girl we should do it again sometime, bye!” The young super heroine waved and smiled as she bounced out of the small room and disappeared down the hallway.

“Ah, sure, ah call me okay?!” Flag Girl waved after the gone super heroine and tugged her top back into place. “I guess I had better contact the police and tell them about this snake –icicle here? That vacuum forked tongue gimmick was a nice touch, going to have to tell Ms. A about that one. I wonder what that penis of his could have done? Bet it had some kind of trick as well? That was the biggest penis I have seen in over a week! Hmm, maybe I had better check on him and make sure he isn’t like freezing to death or some such terrible fate?” Flag Girl reached up a mouth wet fingertip to the key pad door lock.

“Say Flag Girl, um could you like lend me a hand? The place outside seems to be crawling with Wade Brother security goons and they are armed with those nasty gas guns.”

Flag Girl turned to see a meek looking Busty Babe standing in the hallway door looking back over her shoulder. “Ah, sure of course, in fact I happen to know a secret way out of this place! But you gotta lose the top to get in, okay?”

“Uhm,” Busty Babe looked down at her tightly contained enormous tits in her see-through tank top and looked back over her shoulder and then back at Flag Girl. “Okay, but that’s kind of perv isn’t it?”

“If you are going to make it as a super heroine in Delta City, then you had better get used to perv, girl.” Flag Girl laughed as she shouldered the heavy back pack and put her arm around the nervous super heroine. “And trust me ‘boob locks’ are nothing compared to what’s out there waiting for you. Let me tell you about the time I got trapped stark naked hanging out of this speeding bus window. Hey, that reminds me have you met Evert yet? Now that is perv! And if you ever need his help you are going to have to get used to ‘topping’ yourself if you know what I mean. With jugs like yours you shouldn’t have to wait for long either! HA!” Flag Girl’s voice echoed and faded down the hallway as the two young super heroines vanished into the gloom. In the lab room the locked panel turned from red to green and the door silently hissed open and an icy clawed scaled hand emerged.