The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author declares any and all elements that maybe construed as original creation to be works of public domain, free to be used in whole or in part, in any and all medium, without need of consent and/or payment, of both story elements as well as characters, for now and all time. Rook.

TEEN INTERNATIONAL TASK SQUAD in mission 1: “ATTACK OF THE MOLLUSK MEN!”

Kristi Honeydew, closed the glass and wood door to the children’s daycare center where she worked, with an exhausted sigh, and keyed the lock and dropped her wad of jangling keys into her last seasons 30% off discount small purse hanging off her sore stiff shoulder. It had been a long and frantic day of the same old same old, and the nineteen year old petite shapely young woman ran her small hand through her single raven’s wing of an angled bang of obsidian shimmering lock of her hair, combing it through her well manicured fingers up out of her sharp sparkling eyes. She was not surprised at all when her fingers came to a painful stop at a wad of bright yellow construction paper absently glued there in the soft lock of hair. It had been a project craft day of making lion faces on paper plates and the stray yellow paper curl had found its way into her own radiant mane! With a tired eye roll she began to work out the stubborn clump of glue and paper, as she left the small stoop and made her way down the sidewalk to were the cluttered yard of bright plastic toys was secured against the busy city street traffic by a four foot tall chain link fence and a iron latch gate. At least the love of her charges hadn’t resulted in her finding a half eaten cookie in her hand bag this time!

Kristi passed through the gate and bumped it closed with a swat from her full knee length skirted hip as her hands still busied themselves with trying to crumple up the wad of rock hard glue. The gate clicked shut behind her pendulum swaying stride and she turned and made her way down the empty sidewalk as cars blew by on their way home from a Friday nine to five work day. Kristi glanced at the wrist wiggling in support of her strong fingers working in her glue tangled locks and spied the wrist watch crystal dancing there; six thirty. It had been a long tiring day indeed.

She finally managed to pinch and pull the crumbling gritty clumps of white glue out of her temple parted bang that fell from above her multiple pierced tiny left ear into a large swoop down low and thick hiding her right eye under its black foliage, as she slide off the suburban main street and down the bronze sun setting lit red brick paved alley way which connected to the small parking lot she and the other child care provider teachers used and shared with the employees of the next door pizza restaurant. They weren’t allowed to park in the street so that the parents could more readily use the limited parking for picking up and dropping off their children. Which was a pain in the ass, but like so many others including Kristi having to remove her upper lip piercing stud, she had simply learned to put up with it. She loved her kids and they made her job worth the endless headaches of bullshit she had to put up with from the daycare management corporate staff, centered in some conglomerate portfolio hundreds of miles away.

As Kristi gave her bang one last series of rapid finger combs, and began to then wiggle her sticky fingers, slightly enjoying and annoyed at the way her fingers of her right hand now stuck together as the gritty glue now coupled with the late August heat caused the dried glue grains to become squishy in the sweat between her spread and collapsing fingers. She noticed that the little parking lot confined in a quiet isolated nestle as a blister on the long snaking alleyway running behind the abutted buildings rimming its length, was not utterly devoid of all signs of life save for her little white compact Beetle car and the usually rusting three other cars of the evening shift of the pizza restaurant as she was use to expecting. Instead of those slumbering four automobiles scattered about in the lot with the seven other parking slots being empty as the other day care employees always left before her on a Friday afternoon, and likewise the day to afternoon shift of the pizza restaurant rushed away as soon as the punch clock unfastened its teeth from their lives, there was instead infested with a small gathering of agitated figures gesturing wildly next (as luck would have it) her car! Kristi paused and pulled her right hand from her mouth were her tongue had been licking clean the white sticky gunk from between her spread fingers, all the while wishing it were some other kind of white sticky gunk she was licking up. Since she had graduated early from high school at seventeen, Kristi’s life had degenerated down into an obsessive mess leaving no time for the comforts of sex or even the most casual out of the work place relationship.

Kristi frowned at the group of five figures and slowly made her way toward them with half reluctance and a growing sense of apprehension that caused her to frown and move with increasing wariness. Her instinct was soon rewarded as to her astonishment she saw one of the figures, now easily made out to be a teenage male take out a hand gun from his loosely zippered nylon coat and strike it across the face of the man before him. Kristi gasped, and her hand returned to her mouth in shock. The struck man staggered back and the other three men ringing him in, quickly knocked him to the ground and proceeded to kick and punch at him!

Kristi froze momentarily shaken by the unexpected surreal sight just fifty yards ahead of her. She knew she hadn’t been seen yet and she immediately sunk down to a crouch in her tight knee length dress to hide herself from the violent four men’s possible line of sight. This caused the little snap on the tight waist of the skirt to pop off and Kristi muttered, “Shit!“ despite her self. Removing her low heel shoes and slipping them into her hand bag so that they dangled precariously out, Kristi crab walked awkwardly in the tight skirt to the nearest car. In the lee of the vehicle she looked over the damage to her skirt and saw that the side zipper had been wrenched and ruined as well. Shit, indeed!

Now pissed off and muttering in frustrated angst at her anorexic savings account and her seemingly ever dwindling wardrobe of work clothes, Kristi paused to listen to the faint sounds of the ugly pummeling still going on and tried to make out the indistinct mutterings during the beatings erratic pauses. She couldn’t decipher the distance muffled words, but the tone, timber and rhythm, made it clear to her that the beating was to elicit a response of an answer from the whining male on the ground getting stomped. It also became increasingly clear that despite the howls of compliance, none of the persecuted males responses were proving adequate to stop the beating anytime soon.

Kristi growled, it HAD to be next to her car, naturally! She didn’t have time for this. If it had been a woman getting attacked she would have leapt right in, but Kristi had always made it a rule not to get involved with the stupid world of male inane interaction. She squatted there, glancing at her watch, looking at her zipper torn skirt, and got more and more irritated. ‘Fuck this,’ she thought and removed her jacket and folded it and set it on her hand bag leaning next to the car tire she was sheltering behind. She glanced around her, gave one last pause in another moment of silence, only to have her hopes dashed by the resumption of pounding of fist and foot on flesh. Now quiet pissed off, Kristi rapidly undid the buttons on her white forty dollar blouse and folded it up and placed it on top of the eighty dollar jacket. Next she wiggled out of her ruined seventy dollar skirt and slipped it into her one hundred dollar purse under her two hundred dollar leather short heel shoes. Now Kristi undid her sixty dollar garter belt clips and spun her garter belt its self around to her front so she could undo the hooks and slip it off and place it into her hand bag as well. Off came her thirty five dollar thigh high stockings and these she rolled into balls and plopped into her purse next to the gorgons knot of the garter belt. This left Kristi now wearing only her home made super heroine costume, which she had only been wearing underneath her civilian clothes as her previous late night outing had not left her time to go home and change or presented a secure enough place for her to remove her second skin costume, so she had just put her clothes she had been wearing from the day before back on over her costume and rushed pell-mell to work, screeching into the parking lot ten minutes late!

Kristi’s super heroine costume consisted of a single one piece body suit of bright red and silver skin tight spandex that was high cut at her hips and low cut at her large full bosom. She fished around in her deep cleavage where she always kept a spare latex mask, after that rather embarrassing episode with the tabloid reporter, and quickly slipped it on her face. It was held there by a cheap rubber band and obviously not up to par with her regular silk and vinyl mask which she normally wore, but that, along with her six hundred dollar red leather thigh high boots was in her gym bag in the trunk of her car, and she would just have to make due!

Taking a deep breath Kristi stood up and sauntered over to where the boys were playing it a bit too rough. She stopped a few yards behind them and in a firm low raspy voice whispered, “looks like you boys need a time out.”

They spun at her and were naturally thunder struck to see a raven haired beauty of under five feet, with an incredible dazzling hour glass figure, standing there before them with one bored hand upon her luscious naked hip. Wearing the oddest and skimpiest one piece swim suit any of them had ever seen. Other than straighten up for a better gawk at her, they did nothing for several stunned seconds as she sneered at them.

Suddenly the apparent head goon, raised the until then forgotten fire arm in his hand and leveled it at her as an evil grin spread across his ugly mug.

Seeing the gun, Kristi widened her eyes, she had some how forgotten about that little ole thing and in a flash she vanished!

Needless to say the four men and the semi-conscious moaning man at their feet were shocked to see a small young girl vanish utterly before them! They steeped past the bloody man on the ground and cautiously moved over to where the girl had been stuttering before them only seconds before. All there was, was a small pile of her swim suit and mask. The gun man kneeled and fingered them carefully as the other men whispered curses into the empty air. Sensing his fellow males fear and unease, the gun man raised up the swim suit and sniffed the garment and laughed.

Just then there was a tinny voice, “Fucking pervert!” And the gun man reeled back wards his nose spouting blood as he fell dazed upon his sprawled ass! There leaping upon the stunned man’s chest was a six inch naked woman! “I, Insextra! Shall teach you not to shove your piggish snout in a woman’s privet things!” And the tinny super heroine punched the gun man again on the chin, breaking his jaw and sending him falling backwards smacking his skull upon the pavement to lie insensible!

The one thing Kristi didn’t like about using her shrinking power was that it only applied to her and not her costume, thus every time she shrank down as Insextra, it ineffably meant she was rendered naked, and when she returned to normal size, she obviously found her self still naked and madly scrambling to get back into her costume, providing she could remember where she had just shed it!

On the other hand, in her full size she was just a woman in an odd skimpy swim suit. Other than some increased agility and some rapid healing powers, she didn’t poses any super strength or abilities. But once she had shrunk down to her six inch super heroine Insextra form, she suddenly found she had the strength to push over a large car, or leap ten feet into the air, and her healing powers also increased in her miniature state, so that she was almost impervious to harm! Still, the whole nude thing utterly sucked though!

Insextra now leapt over to the nearest goons foot and flung him backwards, causing him to smack into one of the pizza workers cars. A loud shrill car alarm went howling off at the impact, and the remaining two thugs threw themselves over the hoods and roofs of the cars and raced off down the alley as fast as fear could carry them.

“Shit!” Insextra yelped! She knew that any second the car’s owner would come bursting out the near by back door of the restaurant. Using her increased strength and agility Insextra somersaulted through the air and snatched up her costume and ran with it and the mask back to her hidden purse! Just as she had imagined the door flung open and several people came spilling out into the normally quiet suburban edge of the business district. Insextra dragged her purse further out of sight under the car it had been leaning against and waited and waited and waited. “It figures,” she muttered. “And on the very night of our first meeting! And I’m going to be late!” Insextra watched the cops arrive and the ambulance and found herself biting her lip in furry as one of the ambulance goons scratched her car door with the gurney! Men! Ugh!

Tammy Knockers adjusted the large oversized sunglasses upon the bridge of her small straight nose and wiggled it against an itch. She wasn’t use to daylight and even less so to public transportation, as she fought for balance as the packed buss lurched around a hair pin curve. The sudden jostle brought her impossibly spherical perfect rear packed into her skin tight jeans up against the body of the middle age man dangling from the strap next to hers again, but this time he didn’t shift his weight away from as the bus straightened around the corner and balling down the street. In fact, it became increasingly obvious that the man was pressing his body increasingly against her own slim super stacked body! Tammy gave the shorter man a glaring glance, at six three in her strappy high heels, she was taller than about anyone on the sardine packed bus, her rather odd phone directions had told her to take from the airport. The man was starting to bald and his face was speckled with perspiration as he pretended to be absorbed in reading his newspaper. Tammy Knockers split her nights as a Russian porn star working on the fringes of the Soviet Black Markets and as the super heroine, ‘ Combat Kitten’, fighting those self same Black Market Mafias, and as such she was use to dealing with slimly little perverts and putting them in their place! Still, she was here in this quaint little city in response to an urgent and irritatingly unrelenting summons and the eighteen year old didn’t want to draw any undue attention to herself. So she refrained from picking up the little weasel now beginning to start rubbing himself against her ass and throwing him through the front windshield of the metro buss. Instead the sex siren looked back down at the front of her frayed cutoff halter t-shirt and pretended to brush away some lint from off the front of her impressive all natural chest cannons that jutted out with their spearing erect nipples and ever so delicately reached back behind her and non-pulsed let her long fingers find and caress the bulge of the startled middle age man glued to her skin tight blue jean ass. Her expert fingers soon had him fully erect and in a dazed state of bliss, so much so that she easily unzipped his slacks and had his little ten inch penis fully exposed and stroking it madly to no ones notice. She waited for the tell tale sudden rush of blood thickening his member into a rapid pulse under her clenching nimble fingers, and just as he was about to ejaculate, she fished out his tightened ball sack and began to massage it softly, rolling her index finger under the shaft of his agonizingly aching to explode throbbing cock. He made a low involuntary moan that was lost amidst the bus noise and she glanced back over her shoulder to see droplets of drool fall from his slack mouth on to his shaking newspaper. His eyes were closed, perfect. With a sudden wrist flick she zipped up his zipper until it pinched and caught into the fleshy base of his encouraged cock! The teeth of the cruel zipper cut into his member, but before he could do more than bulge his eyes in mute agony, she began to savagely stroke his cock again and peer deeply with a smile into his tear streaked purple face. The rapture overwhelmed the searing pain of the zipper’s teeth now sunk deep in the flesh of his quivering cock and he gasped in delight even as a trickle of blood warmly dried sticky upon her jerking hand. Again she yanked up the zipper digging its flesh stuck bloody teeth deeper into the base of his cock and then rapidly began to stroke him as she smiled deeply into his confused agonized enraptured helpless fearful face.

The bus stopped, and the freckled auburn haired beauty blew the man a kiss and disappeared into the exiting crowed. It would take a highly skilled surgeon to remove that zipper without half amputating the cock in the process, and it would hurt like hell and leave a permanent scar at that. In the mean time, the loser would have his bleeding half severed prick sticking out for all the world to see and laugh at and - There was a sudden muffled scream of a woman from out of the buss windows Tammy, now on the busy sidewalk, was walking back along side of and out of the corner of her bright green eyes she could make out an older woman pointing at her letches trousers and gasping. A police man walking by the bus stop leapt onto the vehicle shouldering his way through the exiting throng and then angrily drawing his pepper spray and charging cursing at the now sobbing confused man began to spray and slap him down to the buss aisle and out of view of the bus window, as he jerked out his handcuffs to the rousing applause of the vengeful indignant riders. Tammy laughed and hailed a taxi. Three screeched to a dead stop, one already with an irate customer who the driver was yelling at to get out even as he smiled wildly at her, she laughed again which set her pert massive rack into broad jiggling swells causing several men to walk into one another, and the ever horny young minx decided to walk the last two blocks, it would be fun!

The sun was still lingering on the horizon as Starlet landed the Star jump jet into a farm field just on the out skirts of the city. She removed her pilots helmet and shook out her long blonde wavy hair as she gave a last look over her instrumentation before thumbing down the engines. The large converted warthog war jet purred down into ever decreasing decibels into a low raspy hum as the statuesque super heroine nimbly skipped on to one of its short stubby heavily armed wings and slipped out of her flight overalls, revealing a sliver mirrored finished micro-bikini and silver knee high boots. The leggy blonde reached back into her cockpit and dug out her silver mirrored cape and took a second to adjust her sliver eye mask. She leapt effortless to the ground and surveyed the area around her. She wiggled one of her charm bracelets that hung about her wrists under her silver gauntlet gloves until a select charm fell into the reach of her gloved fore finger and thumb and reaching it above her shoulder she pointed it back behind her at her jump jet and squeezed it. The jet made a double chirping sound and flashed its running lights as it locked its canopy into place. The over endowed super heroine began to make her way through the farm field only to suddenly stop and look down at the sole of her boot and make a noise of disgust as she rubbed her boot in the tall grass of what she now realized was a cow pasture. A cow suddenly mooed at her from behind, and the nineteen year old super heroine frowned at what she thought was a lilting laughing quality to the moo, and thrust out her enormous chest and sneered, “jealous?” The cow lowered its head and slunk away. While Starlet threw back her long thick golden locks and laughed.

Insextra was indeed the last to arrive at the six story stone mansion once sitting on a lone hill surrounded by hundreds of acres of rolling draws of thick gentle swelling forest, now snug with a six foot iron railing of peculiar design that traced a path around the exact confines of the forty room house not more than tree yards wide. All around it now, were sky scrapers and office buildings and parking garages that hedged in the strange ancient structure. And towered over it as it sat squat in the hart of the downtown of the city as quiet as a statue of a long forgotten hero, as the bustle of crowds hurried blindly by.

The blind butler, Mr. Morose let Insextra in and validated her parking stub for her small white bug parked half a block down in the seven story parking garage. He showed her to a secluded changing room, and Kristi hurried out of her civilian clothes and into her super heroine costume. She paused to check her lip stick in the enormous wall of gold flecked mirrors making up the hallway wall and then clearing her throat at Mr. Morose, he nodded to her with raised eyebrows and smiling kindly opened the door into the downstairs parlor and announced her. “Ladies, may I present to you, Insextra.”

Insextra fought the urge to curtsy as the room of women stopped chatting and all turned expectantly to gaze at her. The butler raised his hand and in a low reassuring voice said, “Ms. Insextra, please allow me to introduce you to your vaunted peers. This is Combat Kitten.” He unerringly motioned to where a large amazon of a red head in a back and green fishnet body suit smiled at her as she leaned against the opulent marble fire place and touched a gloved finger to her eye mask cat ears as a salute of hello. Insextra inclined her head in quiet greeting. “And this is Starlet.” Again his blind eyes seemed to instinctively know where each of them where located in the large room. Insextra again nodded and smiled at the dazzling buxom beauty sitting on a plush chair and slurping from a china tea cup, that she held with gloved pinky extended. “And next to her, we have Arcanna.” Insextra smiled at the slim large busted girl in the hooded purple and black cape who shot blank impossibly ice blue eyes at her, there was something uneasy about the young girls presence. It was like leaning over an abyss and feeling the earth’s lip suddenly tilting underneath your feet. “And this is Ms. Flasher.” Insextra was happy to redirect her gaze upon some one less unnerving than the arcane mystic Arcanna and frowned as a blur of blue brought a lanky large busted girl and her outstretched hand into her own surprisingly handshaking hand! “Pleastameetcha!” The blue blur swirled and was gone, back across the room zipping from one side of a pin pong table to the other in her solo game! Never had Insextra seen such a huge bust jiggle so rapidly and unceasingly! It was like trying to focus on humming bird wings, how on earth did she keep her skimpy top from exploding off of her ever leaping chest! “I took the liberty of bringing up the table from the game room to give the rather fidgety young miss something to while away the mill-a-seconds with.” The old man smiled at Insextra. “And this of course is the Mighty Majorette, who of course is responsible for calling each and everyone of you to this abode. I shall now leave you in her most capable hands and retire to the kitchen to tend to the refreshments.” There was a giggle of glee from the always peckish Ms. Flasher at this news, and the old man excused himself with a bow and closed the oak white stained gold trimmed doors behind him.

The Majorette rose, her large chest swaying heavily in her short red and white trimmed costume and addressed the silent breathy super heroines. “I first wish to thank the loan of this imposing structure from Captain Obvious and Over Reaction Lad who are away on a mission in the Philippines, and its humble and effluent butler Mr. Morose. Mr. Morose who was leaning a silver tray of finger sandwiches into the reach of Starlet and the blur of Ms. Flasher’s arm, stood up and bowed humbly. The Majorette went on, “I have summoned you all here because of a startling revelation of events, that is of such an important nature that I felt compelled to interject into each and everyone of your ongoing individual struggles against each of your own foul nemesis. “

“Insextra against the torrid wretch who calls herself the ‘Exterminator.’ Ms. Flasher and her on going struggles against the curvaceous salacious corseted time villainess who is known as ‘the Hour Glass’. Arcanna and her mystical magical war with the perverted mischievous ‘Hexy’. Starlet and her brawls with the vile evil ‘Tantrum’ and that mad plastic surgeon, ‘Doctor Goodliche’. Combat Kitten and her mission to root out the diabolical ‘Violet Voyeur’. And I, The Mighty Majorette and my constant war with the nefarious ‘Barron Von Brass.” The Majorette shuddered despite herself and the girls all nodded at the bitterness of the struggle against their own individual arch rivals.

“And yet, there has arisen such a nightmare of evil that I have interrupted each of us in our on going heroic struggles, for only together as one crack unit, can we hope to unravel and defeat this terrifying new force poised to destroy the world as we know it!” The young women collectively gasped and Starlet dropped her finger sandwich from her silver gloved hand. Ms. Flasher snatched it in mid-air before it had a chance to vanish hopelessly lost in the insurmountable valley of Starlet’s décolletage and discreetly popped it into her small mouth.

“Yes, ladies I give you,” The Majorette threw back the cover of a large pad of paper lying next to her on a rickety easel and revealed a crude cartoon-ish hideous drawing. “The Mollusk men!” The girls gasped collectively, and never before has fabric been so collectively strenuously strained to the bursting as the few flimsy strips struggling to now contain those enormous expanding chests!

“I propose we form here and now, a secret organization reflecting our collective multinational might to battle these foul dwellers from the center of our once pristine earth, and that we call ourselves; ‘Teen International Task Squad!” There was an euphoric cheer of enthusiastic agreement as Mr. Morose frowned and mumbled, “T.I.T.S.?” But quickly smiled and clapped his hands amongst the leaping bouncing throng and shouted, “Good show ladies! Well, done!” As the excited super heroines high five’d each other and hugged one another, err, well clenched one another as well as such enormous mountains of breast flesh would allow each leaping jiggling girl to struggle to press each tear stained for joy cheek to another in their ecstatic bliss. The laws of physics were surly strained as was the outfits, but each girl eventually settled down and a few minutes latter so did her bobbling bosom, and they promptly elected The Mighty Majorette as their del-facto captain to lead their brand new organization. The blushing proud teen Majorette raised her white glove trimmed in gold braid hand and waved her acknowledged thanks at the honor and beamed a teary happy grateful smile.

Unbeknownst to her or any of the other gleeful girls, a lone small black oily camera poised outside the corner of one of the downstairs parlor windows buzzed vilely and the image it captured and projected into the bowels of the near by black rancid sewer upon a greasy video screen of the roomful of jiggling giggling super heroines did nothing to improve the sour mood of its three observers. The black trench coated yellow slimy skinned mollusk men scowled and hissed as puddles of goop dripped off their wet hump back coats. “It would seem our preparations of orchestrating the wild goose chase for the two costumed fools, Captain Obvious and his side kick, Over Reaction Lad, has not curtailed all possible super hero opposition to our quiet plans of conquest.” One of the foul smelling creatures moaned in gurgling bubbles.

“Yessss,” another chimed in slithering sibilant tones. “It would seem we need to deal most harshly with these little sluts once and for all.”

“They would make good breeding stock.” The remaining mollusk man whined.

“Perhaps. But let us first test their newly combined abilities. After all, they had possessed no great threat to us as lone individuals, and let us now see if they do indeed manage to maintain their new found sorority in face of great peril. Let us release our giant slug into the sewer and use the distraction to draw and divide and conquer, eh?”

“But should we? We have only the one genetic prototype and if it is lost, it will set our plans of conquest of the upper city back several months! Besides it was designed to destroy buildings, not fight against super heroines!”

“You are overtly cautious, even for a Mollusk. With great reward comes great risk. And besides, these are only little girls! Our victory and the enslavement of the surface dwellers is nigh complete!” The three shambling men nodded and their short tubular antenna bristled in whistling laughter.

Insextra walked around the mansions command center, which consisted of the top upper floor and the attic having been combined by tearing out the ceiling of the top floor. Thus, she moved around admiring the forty foot ceilings that were made of gothic citadel like ribs of two hundred year old oak and felt tiny, despite her unshrinking state, amongst the banks of whirling computers and large wall maps of the enormous room. ‘Teen International Task Squad’, she mused and smiled. International indeed! To strengthen the bond of trust between them, they had each revealed their secret identities to one another. There was Combat Kitten, in her green fishnet body stocking, she was from the East coast of mother Russia! Between her, seated with one ear covered in a headphone and his hands flying over a brail key board, the blind butler Mr. Morose with his back to her, typed in police radio reports and searched data bases for the slightest clue as to the whereabouts of the Mollusk Men. Book ending him on his right, was the Canadian super heroine The Mighty Majorette, in her red and white band jacket with gold braid piping, whose silver buttons could scarcely contain her ample bosom. Ms. Flasher in her all powder puff blue uniform zipping about everywhere, was from France. The strange Arcanna , who was meditating in a lotus position hovering three feet off the hard wood floor, was from India. The over the top Starlet worked as the shy quiet librarian Ms. Staxs in her home city of Naples, Italy. And though Insextra made this small mid-west town of the United States home, her family had just immigrated from Poland, shortly before her birth. That the Mollusk Men had chosen her city to initiate their attack because it was so small and isolated, and that she had been utterly unaware of it, had made Kristi feel a little bit embarrassed and foolish.

But the Majorette, Kelly, had instinctively felt Kristi’s doubts and embarrassment and as soon as a slim lead had appeared in the police radio chatter she had turned to the reluctant Insextra and handed her the mission. Insextra couldn’t resist a salute as she beamed a smile and ran off to the rickety iron rail elevator and took it down to the basement.

The basement the ancient elevator eventually opened into, was a large warren of small stone low ceiling rooms that had been used for storage for over a hundred years, by the wealthy eccentric families who had lived in the great house during its long turbulent erratic history. Many of these former residents had not been very nice people and myths about hidden rooms and diabolical escapades still haunted the structure despite it now being the home of the squeaky clean super hero duo, Captain Obvious and Over Reaction Lad. That said, Insextra preferred the yellowed walled old stone rooms she now weaved through, following the directions Mr. Morose had given her in the attic command room. After spending the better part of the evening wandering about the above rooms stuffed with macho male super hero memorabilia and equipment, Insextra felt hornier than she had in years! Her life had pretty much robbed her of any relationship dating or even casual sex for the past two years, and her some what compulsive desire for nice clothing meant she had to scrounge for all the over time hours she could get at her low paying long hour day care job. Throw in the long nights as her super heroine persona, and you had one tired, frustrated, horny teen!

So though scratching her head trying to recall her directions and then smacking it through ducking stone doors was not her normal idea of a good time, she felt a freshness to be off on her own and way from the row after row of muscular spare suits with enormous cod pieces and exercise equipment still dripping with pheromone male musk! She soon found the right small room, with it’s large steel bolted door. This door lead to a secret brick faced portal that opened into the sewers. A nice handy conveyance if you were a crime fighter!

Insextra pulled back the heavy bolt on the door and pushed it open with some difficulty. It was very heavy, and though ironically if she shrunk down to her six inch size she could have easily flung it open, Kristi wasn’t too keen on walking the almost two miles of twisting sewer in her birthday suit if she could avoid it. She slipped through the gap she had managed to force open and let the door fall back into place. As it shut the bolt automatically shot home, locking the door solidly. She had been told to expect this, but that lonesome sound, “click”, there in the pitch dark was still nerve racking. Insextra inched her high heel booted feet cautiously through the dark until she felt the switch to the hidden door in front of her. She tugged it up and the brick wall in front of her grated up, opening into the dim weak light of the sewer and its long spread out wire basket yellow light bulbs. The small pools of feeble yellow glow made it some what difficult to judge distance down here in the maze of twisting tunnels, but Insextra had fought the vile Exterminator down here many times in the recent past, and had gotten quiet use at peering through the gloom for her perverted traps!

The secret brick faced door slid shut and locked behind Insextra as she paused in the sewer to get her bearings. The sewer of her small city was perhaps one of the most unique in all the world. It had originally been designed over a hundred years ago to transport water from a lake ten miles away through these enormous mammoth limestone underground tunnels. It had been a true feat of engineering marvel, for the whole system, except for a few windmill powered lifts, had relied entirely on natural gravity to drive its complex flow. Now the water the city needed came from several sources and traveled through small plastic pipes into large above ground metal storage tanks. The large maze of water passage tunnels that had once formed a mighty under ground river and its large underground sunken lakes, had been abandoned and now converted over into a sewer system. The city had simply never developed at the pace and size as it had once promised to, over a hundred years ago. The population of the agricultural city was now roughly half of what it had been a hundred years ago.

Kristi found the large white glow paint three foot high numbers and letters on the wall opposite of her, ‘31A’. There was a smaller white triangle painted to the left of the large number with ‘300m’ under it. That meant there was a manhole exit three hundred meters to the east of her current location. She needed ‘72C’, that would be roughly a two mile hike in the twisting maze of junctures and tunnels to her right. She turned in the direction opposite of where that friendly white triangle was pointing and began to strut her way to her assigned destination. She rubbed her gloved hand over the green slimed white limestone walls composed out of enormous blocks hewn of a long gone mountain, and pondered the vast depth of the sewers and thought, maybe it wasn’t such a weird strategy for the Mollusk Men to make their bid for global domination by setting up their base here in her little mid-west city? These huge warrens must certainly make ideal dwellings for creatures form deep within the earth!

Combat Kitten was eating a banana. Starlet gave her a disapproving look. The two were standing in the middle of a suburban street next to a manhole cover that Starlet had just blown open with one of her belt gadgets.

“What?!” Combat Kitten snarled back at the lanky tall blonde. Starlet shot a look around them at the crowd of mouth gapping drooling men who stared fixatedly at Combat Kitten’s mouth hovering over the lucky banana. “I have an oral fixation, okay! And besides I haven’t eaten all day!” The wild mane red head pouted as she savagely bit off the banana, causing the males ringing them to flinch and groan.

“Let’s just find Insextra, she has not used any of the sewer system phone boxes to check in and she has been gone for over four hours. She was heading to this area, she must have run into trouble, so keep sharp!”

Combat Kitten rolled her eyes as the statuesque blonde shimmied and squeezed her ample hips and bust down into the sewer. She tossed the empty banana peal over her shoulder and followed the super vixen as behind her men began to fight over the discarded peal.

Insextra painted, her naked six inch tall busy body was covered in sweat. “What the hell was that thing!” The tinny super heroine shot a glance back down the sewer tunnel juncture where the hideous wheezing bellow reverberated off the dank walls. No telling which tunnel it was sloshing so loudly and rapidly down! But she would have to move soon! If only she could catch her breath! The gasping pain in her side was almost crippling her, she had never ran so fast or hard in all her life!

Even as she pushed away from the wall she was leaning against panting, the insane creatures huge bulk came crashing like a freight train into the junctures yellow light and it came unceasingly toward her! Insextra screamed and fled. Leaping from one side of the giant passage to the next she sprang and catapulted and flipped and somersaulted and car wheeled and just flat out sprinted to stay away from the elephantine monstrosity churning in its own green slime like a flash flood just yards behind her. The things screaming crescendos were deafening and Insextra clenched her teeth against the physical waves of its bellows as they threatened to trip her up in her frantic dash for life!

“Do you hear something?” Combat Kitten turned to look at Starlet who was using her light powers to cast a small lime light glow about them. Starlet frowned and then moved down the sewer tunnel cautiously as Combat Kitten remained stationary with eyes closed trying to make out the faint sound.

“I think it is coming from this way.” Starlet turned back to shout over to Combat Kitten and then turned back to the bend in the tunnel she was approaching. Suddenly, Insextra shot around the corner of the passage way, leaping off the wall and sling shooting with an audio ‘plunk’ right into Starlet’s ample cleavage! “Wha-da-Vuck!” Starlet gasped as she glanced down seeing Insextra firmly wedged between the mounds of her tits! Before the startled shocked Starlet could do anything, she looked up and screamed!

Combat Kitten had opened her cat shaped eyes that glimmered in the dim sewer light just in time to see Starlet spin around and come racing pell-mell back toward her, even as her own screams reverberated off the walls in echo behind her. Combat Kitten only had a second to make out the super heroine Insextra stuck like a tiny dildo between the heaving breast jugging madly toward her, before her puzzled expression was wiped off her face and replaced by one of wide mouth terror as a giant sixty ton monster of muscle and mucus came slamming around the corner dwarfing the super heroines flee before it!

Combat Kitten turned and sprinted leading the tactical retreat down the maze of tunnels. Yet the longer legged Starlet caught up with her and all three super heroines gasped and panted as they sprinted side by side for their lives! Suddenly the trio skidded around a corner into the large room into which several tunnels emptied and which contained an enormous cistern sunk deep into its floor. Both Combat Kitten and Starlet leapt at the sudden unavoidable edge of the cistern and their strong powerful limbs and inertia carried them up to grasp the cow web of old rusted chains hanging above the great well. Even as they swung out and over the abyss, the great slug exited the tunnel and slid hopelessly over the edge and went crashing down into the empty darkness amidst its calliope of murderous wails.

“Alright, now do it!” Both panting Combat Kitten and Starlet and the struggling against suffocation in an ocean of tit flesh semi-squashed Insextra, all managed to wiggle around in their dangling holds on the large greasy chains to see The Majorette and Arcanna standing on the lip of the giant cistern! Arcanna raised a ring encrusted hand and chanted. There was a smell of sulfur and her eyes glowed red. Then in a blue flash Ms. Flasher had transported both dangling super heroines off their chain perches back to the lip of the cistern.

Insextra fumbled back into her costume that Ms. Flasher had raced back a half mile of twisting turning sewer to where Insextra had told her she had been forced to transform in face of the giant slug attack, and retrieved it for her in a few seconds. Once more returned to her normal small stature and clothed, she turned to The Mighty Majorette and asked, “What just happened?”

The Majorette looked at Arcanna who scowled and then reluctantly answered in a dead pan voice. “I turned the water at the bottom of the cistern to salt.”

The Majorette smiled, “that monster will not bother us again. And thanks to some of the flash bombs that Mr. Morose lent us and which Ms. Flasher used against our Mollusk Men friends we have won a very brief respite. During which we shall begin training so that we may function a bit more like a team. And while it has been very nice of Captain Obvious and Over Reaction Lad to share their headquarters with us, I believe it is time we girls went shopping for a place of our own!” All the girls screeched in joy and leapt about giving one another high fives!

But from the pit a low moan rose up on lingering tendrils and went past the jubilant super heroines, unnoticed, whispering its way past them into the long dark tunnels of the sewer, and Arcanna smiled.