The following story is a work of fiction for the sole purpose of adult entertainment. The author here by declares it a work of public domain open to be used in whole or in part in any and all medium.

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THE FURTHER MISADVENTURES OF INVISO-GIRL in; PEEP SHOW or INVISO-GIRL VS. PRISM

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cool April New England evening and the fresh budding sycamore trees tossed about their craggy heads under the gentle restless probing of the last of the pale breaths of the dying season. Long shadows warped by buffeted softly rocking lonely lamp posts danced eerily in the flickering incandescent mellow pools of light; and sidewalks skittered with the few tattered remnants of last falls imperious skeletal leaves. Winters solemn hordes had shriveled into twisted puddles and hunch backed dirty piles of wet snub nosed twigs and bitter but mewed wet gritty jagged maws of once lordly leering jester kings of ice and snow, now waxy islands slavering into shallow barks of mud, mittens and stick arms, and forgotten caps and scarves, and carrot noses, left for nearing summer’s rays of concurring rot, as ghostly wraith slides off to mudded shores of Avalon. The campus common with it’s unburied effigies of winter past shown it’s milky light upon the ruins of indifferent joys and sorrows with an equal invisible solemnity that passed unnoticed in the strengthening daylight, but at night in the tangle of the cusp of warring seasons beating at the rare equal tides of neither full powers, it held a hart stopping touch of silent expanse of prophecy of pregnant alien intangible shuffles of dark threats to come. As if some long slumbering maraudering frost hoar splinter of nightmare was slipping off the shackles of deep slumber and waking to dark hunger.

Koika, murmured in her heavy sleep, she was dreaming of winter joys of youth long past experienced in her native mountainous country. War and her devastating young beauty had allowed her the mixed blessing of solitary escape to a ‘better’ life in this new country, and between modeling assignments and bit parts on TV soap operas; she worked hard to complete her degree at Hallmark University, a prestigious but small Ivy League college on the coast. She continued to live on campus due to her isolation from any family and legal guardian, but was quickly coming into a more secure and confident mindset of late. She still worried about her family so many miles back home and she sent them all the money she could spare tucked in lengthy brave faced letters, but with each passing week she found herself more and more drawn into the fast paced world of her rich giggling sister co-ed’s and the experimenting adventures of youthful exuberance and freedoms desired and needed.

But as Koika dreamed now of her sledding down the great hills out back of her village, her dreams began to take on a strange swirling hesitant twist. The long familiar comforting dream took an unusual strong sexual bass tone; soon, as one can only do in dreams, Koika found her self in a heated copulation with her beloved shiny red lacquered sled as long beaked black birds with shadow dripping feathers stared intently at her with their unblinking white-less eyes. Koika pretended not to notice the flittering birds, but the piercing of their large eyes sent shivers of strange sensations and thrills through her, that she had never known before. The dream was becoming sticky, and she knew it would be a really good wet dream, and that pushed aside the strange pensive fear the presence birds had given her. She hadn’t had a really good cum dream in a very long time, and with that thought she realized she knew she was dreaming and was aware in her dream that she knew she was dreaming and used that rare power of split consciousness to interpose a stronger desire of her willingness to have this approaching orgasm. She ground her hips into the strange sled lover that she had been riding and who was now riding her and she was happy to find it seemed to understand and respond to her needs.

The figure which knelt at the foot of Koika’s little single dorm bed leered as it saw a big smile spread over Koika’s well glossy magazined face. The figure continued focusing the tinny red beam of light upon slumbering Koika’s little gray panties, only pausing to readjust the tinny video camera it was using to film the sleeping girls growing sexual excitement. The figure zoomed into a close-up on the young model’s crotch just in time to catch the spreading wet stain growing from the size of a dime into a half dollar as Koika entered into what would be the first of several orgasms that night. The figure smiled and slowly moved the narrow beam of red light around and around the young Hungarian’s French cut panties, mindfully intent on the sleeping girl’s body’s reaction. The figure dripped sweat as it worked the beam on the girls cotton clothed mound, until the sopping wet panties had become virtually see-through; then the red beam of light narrowed into a pencil thin shaft which centered on Koika’s clitoris. With gritting teeth the figure furrowed its brow and the light began to pulsate; Koika’s response was immediate and intense the girl began to wither about upon the bed, gasping low guttural long moans, her thin legs and bony hips rising up in prayer to the ruby beam in humping orgasmic shudders of bliss. The figure smiled a taunt sweat flecked thin lipped smile, and kept checking the camera’s small video playback screen to make sure every crotch throbbing moment of the girl was being captured. After several more minutes of this, the figure dispersed the red beam and let the exhausted young co-ed drift into a deep dreamless well sated slumber, while the figure carefully removed the wet dripping soaked panties from the warm flushed crotch, making sure to capture the final unveiling all on camera. This done, the figure zoomed the camera out and made sure to once again show clearly the entire form of the smiling sleeping youth. The figure then turned off the camera, dropping it into a waiting gym bag, and placed the wet panties into a plastic storage bag and zipped it’s seal shut, tossing it as well into the bag. Then it lovingly pulled the covers back over Koika and kissed her forehead goodnight. The figure threw the gym bag over its shoulder and paused with one leg hanging out the small attic dorm room’s window, giving the place a final cautionary once over, satisfied, Prism smiled and slipped out into the night, another job well done.

Aubrey Hunter rushed quickly down the well yellow lit hall of her dorm room floor nodding at the busy at nothing in particular girls in their various unfathomable stints of moods brushing aside smiles and scours alike with the tired surface indifference that comes from seasoned daily dealings with young hormonal women and their circular meandering lives and unlocked her badly freshly painted door with a wad of keys. She gratefully closed it behind her and tossed her heavy gym bag bristling with books and papers on the uncarpeted floor where it spilled out much of it’s over stuffed contents over her too tight shoes, as she collapsed into a hard back chair and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She had been on her feet all day, and as she kicked off her shoes from her red swollen feet, she vowed she would never wear those vile sadistic things again. A knock on the door and the floor steward, this time a young girl with a bright Asiatic face popped in and handed Aubrey her phone messages. Aubrey thanked her and forced her self to begin changing out of her blouse and knee length side zippered skirt, she had been teaching class in the large Malcolm endowment room, which was notorious for apparently being haunted by the grand old geezer himself, about that she couldn’t say as she had never had any run ins with the infamous lecher spirit that tweaked women’s behinds and nipples, but she did know the room refused to make up it’s mind as to wither it wanted to be unbearably cold or unbearably hot. After three long classes of polar extremes she was both drained and miserable, and wanted nothing more than to slip out of her clothes, into her robe and make a long use of the floors communal hot showers, then plunge into bed with a steaming hot chocolate mini-marshmallow mug and a pile of papers to grade, The later wasn’t exactly pleasurable material, she’d have preferred a good guilty pleasure pulp story by Lovecraft, or Burroughs, or Howard, or Doyle, or Machen, or hell just about anyone from the piles of worn paper backs littering her cramped room in twisting miniature ziggurats, but it would have to be tedious papers on astrophysics, at least for a while. She really did want to finish that John Silent story! before the weekend was through and the whole frantic sorry mess of another rushed work week began.

All this came tumbling out of her head as she paused amidst disrobing to first re-close the door to her room which the floor steward had forgotten to shut behind her, Aubrey had never been a big fan of the communal indifference these young women seemed to embrace open nudity to a point of almost sure exhibitionism, and returning to a phone message that required more than a mere jotting into her daily planer. She lingered over the message, and finally pulled it with her back into her hard wood chair for a better read. The message wasn’t directed to her personally; so much as it was a general memo of sorts to the entire faculty. It simply was a message notifying Ms Hunter that the locks on all the dorms would finally be changed this Wednesday and she needed to get in touch with Mr. Wyland to obtain her new set of keys. The note it’s self wasn’t particularly upsetting to her, so much as the sudden thoughts it brought back to her which she had been mulling over all week and which in her long demanding day she had some how blissfully forgotten. Now she found her self once again biting her lower lip and struggling with her minds seething dilemma. As she puzzled over all of this, she heard a shriek and a young pig nosed blonde girl burst open her door and into her room squealing. Aubrey wished for the thousands time since she had been coerced by Dean Wells into moving into the dorm flats that her room had a locking door, and she pulled her blouse back on re-buttoning it as she followed the half naked buxom full bottomed t-shirted blonde back to one of the side rooms where she found and began several hours of consoling a young girl who had accidentally dyed her hair a bright orange. This was both awkward and some what easier for Aubrey to do as the former brunette who was trying for a soft bleached blonde look for the coming summer swim suit season, found her crying blubbering at being a carrot top complaints being soothed by the copper red mane Aubrey. After a few hours of giggling girl bonding stories Aubrey left the buzzing group of gabbing gossip hounds and made it back to her room, thanking one of the girls who noticing her red puffy toes had brought her a small bowl full of warm Epsom salts. She gratefully began to soak her feet and return to her previous thoughts brought on by the phone message now lying on her cluttered small table desk, made all the more salient by the recent brief bonding moment she had just had with the girls of her floor. In fact, the recent touching incident pushed Aubrey’s mind firmly in a direction she was certain she would not go; for she had always been an outsider, and out cast, a wall flower all her life, and it was only these past few weeks living in the immediate prescience with these young girls that she felt the beginning strains of some kind of social connection she had never known the stirrings of before.

Aubrey Hunter had been an especially bright young girl all her life. This had essentially destroyed her life instead of blessing it. She had raced through high school viewed more and more as a Bell curve blowing freak, and had entered the Harvard on full grants at the age of twelve. By the time she graduated with full honors at the age of fifteen she was an extremely lonely and suicidal depressed genius, who found the world of day to day commerce conglomerate assembly line labs or its government NASA chaotic drone alternatives indigestible and simply inane. Distraught and hopeless she had stumbled into the world of academic teaching as a temporary alternative to suicide, but Harvard had proved too feudalistic and crass and she had left believing she had utterly failed and ruined every chance she ever had. She was at the bitter end of it all, when she had stumbled into a teaching post offer at the small out of the way but exclusive privet Hallmark University. Both the stunned university and Aubrey Hunter had been surprised each other had accepted her agreeing to join the faculty. Both were equally stunned at how easily and rapidly the somewhat eccentric Ms Hunter and the equally eccentric staff had got along. Much to everyone’s delightful surprise the well accredited scholar found a home and the university found a brilliant trophy piece that not only gave their recruiting drives perks, and bristled up their pompous alumni with pleasure and bountiful dollars, but they had a new jack of all trades resident genius who would do just about any thing including windows! Aubrey had been found cleaning the windows to one of her class rooms by the surprised Dean Margaret Wells who had apologetically summoned the grounds and maintenance staff at once. Aubrey was confused by this and simply kept cleaning the windows, as it was her day off and they needed cleaning, as the smirking support staff joined her. She was well liked, but it was universally under stood that she was a quiet removed personality and this was some what off putting especially for the usually loud brass upper class type of students the school tended to receive.

Now at eighteen, Aubrey found her self the same age of the girls around her, but was world weary and still found it difficult to interact with them with anything approaching a report of ease. She tended to enter and exit conversations with and uneasy silence if approached outside of the class rooms or on a subject not covered in the schools curriculum. But slowly she was adapting to a more secure social openness, though she still often moved in a distracted manner through the crowds of the isolated forest ringed campus, and still had conversations she easily forgot with people that she failed to recognize on a conscious level until much latter. Still the students liked her, even if they thought she was a bit weird, and the staff respected her, especially after the large prestigious defense contract she had won for the university shortly after her arrival. Even natural petty jailhouses humane nature kicks up in her peers melted in her obvious simple down to earth mannerism and unpretentious indifferent absent minded constant state of distraction.

What would have been the natural course of all of this and wither Aubrey Hunter would have found anything entering upon lasting peace is impossible to say, for events took a decidedly alter course in those last dying gasps of winter and left Aubrey in the weak whispers of spring sitting in her room coming to a decision she could never have foreseen even a few hours before and upon which she would set her self a course of events she could not then even begin to imagine existed in the world, let alone would open it’s self to her questioning hand. Yet she did, and it did, and so our brief story begins.

However invisible the thin pallid hand of fate is to the living present and long gone distant past, we are not so burdened by such sad twists of time, though we do not know everything, this much we know; Aubrey’s course was set by three deciding factors that night as she sat in her fourteen dollar garage sale chair, that remain clear. First, there was the accident; this was however overwhelming in hindsight, a matter Aubrey her self had mentally shelved just two months after its bizarre occurrence. The accident involved Aubrey’s military grant dealing with laser optics research. A broad spectrum of applications from communication to stealth to power sources for a nearing possibility of off world warfare. The details remain vague and Aubrey’s recollections fuzzy, but it resulted in forty million dollars worth of Pentagon purchased equipment being fried into a seventy ton paper weight. This was not good; except for the fact it yielded several unexpected reams of data forming a base for future stealth technologies. Still, the Pentagon felt other more sober if less brilliant hands should get the data and most of the future funds, but Aubrey continued to receive additional grants and the college was decidedly happier with the shift to more mundane communication research and the removal of the decidedly unpleasant military security that the original stealth projects had come with. Everyone seemed happier, even Aubrey. But Aubrey was hiding a secret, in the accident she had been caught in a temporal vortex of liquid light that had snapped her body outside of time and space and back again in a timeless instant. She hadn’t really been the same ever since, though there was no one in her life close enough to notice this. The fallout of the accidents effects had taken her several weeks to figure out, to put it bluntly, Aubrey found she was some how slightly out of phase with her universe, not exactly an enjoyable sensation for a girl who felt decidedly unconnected to her world as it was. Moreover, she found that with extreme concentration she could will her self to actually become physically invisible, allowing the light to ‘eat’ up her body. It felt like slipping slowly under cold water in a bath tub, with that last moment of passing just under the surface and completely invisible being one of the most terrifying sensations she had ever dreadfully experienced. It was horrifying, every time and each time the shock and horror felt unexpectedly ‘fresh‘as if she had never remembered it feeling that terrible and frightening before and surly something terribly wrong was happening this time, but once she had over come the panic and slipped entirely under, a warm dull echoic rubbery feeling pulsed through her, she felt like a cloud lightly pinned on some incredibly tall buildings lighting rod. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant sensation, but the disembodied state had given way to a strange cloying strangling lust when she had been experimenting with her new invisible powers and had accidentally stumbled upon a lone young boy sitting at his computer masturbating to some internet porn. The sexless ghost like state had whisked away from her like a straw caught in an unexpected gust and suddenly she felt a terribly wonderful burning heat rippling through her invisible body. It had taken every ounce of self control for her not to sexually attack the teenage boy, and she had left the room terrified and sobbing, slamming the door open both frightening the orgasming boy and revealing him to a startled hallway full of college students.

That had been the last time Aubrey had tried out her new powers and in the several weeks that had passed she had simply put the whole thing out of her mind, a surprising achievement, but then, Aubrey had a surprising mind. The second factor that had arisen was as equally bizarre if not so wonderfully strange as Aubrey’s transmigration of substance. Hallmark University had found it’s self the unwanted home of a panty thief. A small inane if not disgusting matter, that had actually started just after the girls themselves had decided to hold a ‘jock strap raid’, and had rushed about in the men’s dorms demanding jock straps and briefs or else! The boys had been ‘allowed’ to bid back their under garments at a later party, it had all been a design to raise money for charity and it had been surprisingly successful. A panty thief had appeared just after that, raiding the girls’ dorms, and at first it had been grudging tolerated in the great universal dictum that, ‘pay backs are hell’. But it quickly became apparent that the local college men had nothing to do with this, and that it was the workings of some lone obviously depraved individual. The police were called in by campus security and their investigations revealed that the sick pervert was in fact collecting the panties of girls and selling them on hidden internet web sites for large sums of cash. Everything was pandemonium for about a week, then the local police found that not only were panties being stolen, but that the thief was video tapping the girls while they slept and then removing the said under garments form their bodies and selling both panties and the video proof of who the panties had belonged to, to the highest bidder. Oddly, this brought the entire case to an abrupt end. Because the police discovered that the girls in the videos were obviously masturbating in their underwear, and since no woman could sleep through what were obviously so many strong orgasms, they concluded the girls themselves had perpetrated the entire enterprise to make some cash. A few looks into the girls’ privet bank accounts indeed showed large sums of freshly deposited monies which the girls feigned ignorance about. Around this time another video was found of a girl cuming in her panties, but this time it was of a co-ed cheer leader who was a wake and the video was shot from under the bleachers at a local sporting event, she claimed ignorance of the video and said her underwear had gone ‘missing‘from her gym bag right after she had changed in the locker room. The police angrily told several of the girls in question that they would turn a blind eye to their shenanigans this time but next time their wealthy parents’ connections wouldn’t be able to protect them. And with that both police and the panty thief vanished.

Or had he? The occasional girl still spoke of waking up to find her skivvies missing form her body, and there were rumors that the panty thief was now hitting women in the near by cities. In fact there was a new urban legend going around that the panty thief was taking ‘contracts’ from secret back door web sites. That you could ‘hire’ him to hit any target, any celebrity, anyone, any where. Of course there was also the rumor that it had been the ghost of dirty old Malcolm the wealthy founder of the original all girl university wreaking his lusty revenge that they had turned Hallmark into a mixed gender college and showing his on going wraith at no longer having all his pretty girls for him to ogle at alone. Surprisingly this was the explanation that most of the victims believed in themselves as the whole sordid mess had an eerie supernatural feel to it. The girls all talked about how they were sure they had not been physically touched and how they had all dreamed of sexually lucid dreams the night their panties had been stolen from them. Aubrey wasn’t so certain, only the faculty and the cheerleader had been told about the video tapes or the internet sales so Aubrey knew a ghost doesn’t use a video camera or need cash, she believed the girls had been slipped some kind of drug, but she was terrified of the police and had remained in the shadows the entire time they were lurking about the campus. Regardless every one was obviously relived when the police had left and things had returned to normal.

But they hadn’t returned to normal for long, before one of the ‘jocks’ had managed to set the one hundred and twenty year old building the boys were housed in on fire with a forgotten pan of bacon left on a hot plate. No one was harmed, except for the now gutted boy’s dorm room building. While it was undergoing extensive repairs the boys had been farmed out into the other college buildings, including the girl’s dorm. Naturally this had to be carefully monitored and controlled. All the girls had been moved to the upper floors, and each floor had a resident female teacher moved in as an on hand chaperon. No boys were allowed up stairs, period, and no exceptions. Ironically this had rather brought the whole sexual activities of the campus crashing to a halt. The boys had always sneaked girls into their rooms and visa versa, now there wasn’t really any place for the isolated little hamlet of red brick buildings to offer a discreet little tryst, other than the cold wet tick laden woods. Aubrey hated the new ‘temporary’ arrangement as much as the students did; she had lost her quaint little independent cottage for a cramped musty dorm room. The boys thought it quickly to be hell it’s self to hear, smell, and glimpse women all about them but not to be able to touch them! The girls just thought selfishly of their own crowed inconvenience and complained insatiably as girls always do. This however, had brought Aubrey to the third deciding factor in the course that changed her life. The new prescience of the girls her own age constantly around her had awakened some lost element of social contact in Aubrey and she felt it now as a cap stone twinge that ;helped’ her make up her mind.

Aubrey believed the girls where telling the truth about some one stealing their panties, and though the staff had agreed to not tell the girls or anyone else about the police investigation hinting at the possible sale of their undergarments and video tapes of them wearing them. She didn’t believe as the staff and police did that the girls were secretly in on it for the cash or thrill of it, despite the bank deposit evidence to the contrary. She also didn’t believe that it had all blown over and that the whole thing was just another one of those inevitable incidents of indiscretions. She felt that there was something sinister, darker, dangerous, lurking out there on the winds of change, and she decided she would do something about it. Something only she could do. The note about the new locks had nothing to do with the now apparently fading activities of the panty thief, it was a matter addressing the very on going real matter of several hundred horny young people being housed up together under one roof and told the rather insane directive to ‘abstain’ from sexual intercourse. But to Aubrey it seemed to uncover a dark mossy well of serpents that burst forth in her mind. It brought the sudden two suppressions of late into the forefront of her attention. Her personal suppression of her strange new powers and the schools suppression of the full ugliness of the panty thief’s activities from the girls and thus the world and its alumni’s. Now in her sharply narrowed chiseled mind the two problems clashed into one and twisted into a single entity. Aubrey would come to grips with her new powers once and for all, and she would do so by finding and stopping this panty thief before he could slip away unpunished.

Aubrey stood up from her chair, the phone message scrawl about the new locks tumbling out of her lap, wafting to the floor. She moved as if she were in a daze, but then collected her self and focused; the dorm was silent, it was late, a few muffled strains from cheap TVs and radios veined through the cracks in the wood work. Most were asleep or paired off into study groups or lone moments of reading or introspections, it was time.

Aubrey walked over to the small round mirror that hung on the wall; it had come with the room. Aubrey wasn’t much into her personal appearance. She kept herself well groomed and bathed and dressed in fresh clothes, but she didn’t wear any make-up or jewelry of any kind. She looked at herself now as she slowly began to disrobe. Her long copper red hair was up in its usual twist and bun. She removed the pins and let it fall down past her slim shoulders. She removed her white blouse, and the slip underneath it, and the bra under that. The bra housed her small breasts, little more than tinny pointed nipples she coldly noted. The nipples seemed to be constantly trying to make up for her tiny A sized firm pyramid bumps, by seeming to be always hard and puffy. Her areolas were very large, the sizes of soda pop can tops, and they rose up in jutting domed arcs from which her thumb sized nipples pointed forth. She was embarrassed by they way they would struggle to poke through her tops and so she always wore several layers of clothing to conceal them, besides the boys always liked the girls with the large breasts so they never paid any attention to her flat chest. But she like to keep them covered up none the less as one less thing to have to pull her out of some thought and distract her with some passing embarrassment she really didn’t have time for.

With her tops off, Aubrey paused to rub her freckled chest, the sun was her enemy, bathing suits never kind, she hated the ‘leopard spots’ and turned her eyes away from them by changing the tilt of the wall mirror. The mirror took a few moments of stubborn refusals until it accepted its new angle, allowing Aubrey both her hands to unzip her simple tan pleated skirt. She didn’t really like this skirt very much, she preferred her gypsy skirt, but you couldn’t wear the same clothes every day! The skirt fell easily to a puddle around her ankles and she kicked it behind her onto her small unmade bed with a simple athletic grace of youth. She wore an under skirt with a non descript lace border hem, she unsnapped this and it shimmed off her thin hips, the kick this time sent it erringly to land on her wooden chair with the simple ungainly awkwardness of youth. She ran one long thin boned white hand with its long unpolished nails over her flat stomach and the simple three pack white panties she wore. ‘I’m a stick‘, she thought, ‘just a stick.’ True she was a carpenters dream as one crude joke goes a two by four with a knot hole to go. But her long thin legs did seem to go on for ever and though she had no real butt like the ever wiggling girls in their lace thongs pranced about the hallways, her pelvis bones didn’t jut out frighteningly like a coke whore super model and she didn’t have that wretched malnourished androgynous skeletal boy look. Even before she removed her panties she could at least say she was definitely a ‘woman’ if not a statuesque one, well at least not some tom boy pre-teen Lolita, definitely a woman. She rolled her panties off into a ball and tossed them over her shoulder towards the bed, house keeping had never been a true calling she had ever heard. The carpet matched the drapes, her thick rich pubic hair glisten a bright red against her bluish skin, ‘I really need to tan. Oh that’s right I can’t, ‘she smirked to her self and gave her thatch one petting smooth, the rebel hair hissed back into disobedience at once. ‘Not bad, I guess, could be worse.’

Straighten both the mirror and her self back up right she leaned her shoulders back and took a deep breath. She reached up with both hands and removed her heavy glasses, Aubrey was near sighted and it had made these little skirmishes before more exciting than they should have been. She folded up the glasses and put them on the top of her dresser, but then the sudden idea of one of the girls bursting into the room looking for her and finding her gone but her glasses there, ‘she never goes any where with out them!’ caused her to promptly hide them inside one of the drawers. Aubrey had a pretty face, and she leaned in closer to the mirror to see it more clearly now that her glasses weren’t there to help her neither see it nor hide it from being seen. ‘She had a good well proportioned face,’ she thought. Freckled, especially on the little nose, but a good face. Her blue gray eyes glinted and then she leaned back and gathered her self, no sense putting it off any longer, she had already made up her mind, so now was the time to do it.

Carefully Aubrey concentrated, it was like blowing up a balloon and then letting yourself be sucked right into it, but you didn’t dare stop blowing or it would ‘pop’ along with you in it. Aubrey watched the girl in the small mirror before grow blurry then vanish completely. No sooner had Aubrey vanished than the pig nosed girl burst open the door. “Ms Hunter,” the girl squealed. Her Playboy bunny body she flaunted endlessly at all the drooling boys bounced to a jiggling stop, as she looked around the room. “Oh, your not here? What a pig sty!” The blonde girl turned to leave and paused to help herself to a bag of chocolates Aubrey had thought she had hidden brilliantly well. The blonde bounced out the door only to trip on the thresh hold and fall flat on her face as the door slammed shut behind her. The hall way was cluttered with gym bags loaded with dirty laundry as tomorrow morning was the girls turn to use the down stairs washers and dryers, the stunned girl rubbed her ankles together assuming she had some how tripped on one of the gym bags and slowly pulled herself together. The girl rolled on to her bubble butt hunches and rubbed her smarting breasts, as the Inviso-Girl hurried past her down the hall muttering under her breath, “Fat slut, tomorrow that door gets a lock!”

CHAPTER TWO

The world that Aubrey Hunter had exited is one we all like to think we know, office buildings, traffic lights, alarm clocks, garbage strikes. Wither we do pertain any real knowledge of signifying satisfying order or not is not important for the here and now of these relating events. However, the world the Inviso-Girl was entering is one few of us have personally experienced and one which Aubrey had no foreknowledge of at all other than one over heard tidbit of a conversation between two of the investigating detectives. We however can glimpse into something of the general shape of things to come if not the exact weave or pattern of which that shape is derived.

As such what emerges before us from out of the mists is a jumbled half lurching monstrous apparition of twisted amalgamated forms. A great hacked rough hewn beast that the slimy dark places of the world upon which every pillar of day light hour sets it’s long fingered foundation and quakes to know. And the patch work people who dwell there in that nation of dark and twilight that makes up ninety nine percent of the knowable universe. In the great dark unseen by the willingly blind composite of humanity shifts in the invisible threads of murk and dirty stain shadow, the worms of long dipping proboscis greed stirring the weedy sediments for lurking powers and spoils and easy gains. There is however also those few burnt from the light of common life that dwell here as well, and either by greater or lesser choice or noble or irrelevant disposition, they struggle in open conflict with those who do what the more simpler minded call, “EVIL.”

Such a group is one called, The Darksiders. In in this multiplicity of layered deceptions and dead ends and vague sublime nasty little innuendos, are a few very real personages who are relevant to this story and so we shall meet them now, and hear a little of their own journeys arrival upon the events yet to come.

First then, to complicate matters, it should be known that The Darksiders are but an indistinct semi-autonomous bud of the nefarious Guild of Shadows. The Guild of Shadows was the chaotic self policing and governing anarchy of the whole seedy under world. These consisted of various ‘Hands.’ A sort of thunderous independent city state of amebic flotsam and jetsam. You had the Black Hand in charge of theft, the Red Hand for murder, etcetera. And yet like Napoleon’s army, each Hand was a macrocosm of all the Hands themselves. So the Black Hand had its own assassins as well, and the Red Hand had its own thieves and on and on the slip streams whirl. The Guild of Shadows lived almost entirely in the realm of the under belly of humanity and it tolerated the trespassing along it’s fringe borders by daylight crooks such as street gangs, pimps, Mafia’s and CIA’s as necessary opportunities as well as inconveniences. Very similar to how alcoholics who live in a bar tolerate the New Year’s and Saint Patrick’s Day invasions of the rookie drinkers. The Darksiders then were a strike force to hit what needed to be hit, before any of the daylight crooks got in too deep and saw too much, or to curtail any ‘dayling’ investigation into the world of the Guild of Shadows.

The members of the Darksiders who did that punching were naturally kept in blissful ignorance of the Guild of Shadows. They saw themselves as social outcasts living of the edge of the nine to five worlds for all their own personal reasons. Thus, they weren’t in deep enough to see the Hands let alone the Guild, but were still far out enough for the regular police to occasionally glimpse them. It was three members of the Darksiders the two detectives had mentioned and Aubrey had over heard. Though the police had no idea what a Darksider was or even the extent of what they were passing by in random discourse and tired off hand conjecture.

The two men had mentioned that the work of the panty thief fitted the known pattern of modus operandi of three aerobic instructors from the near by city of Bay Water. These three young women had been known to become friends with their rich female clients and get invited to various parties in order to case the joints. Then, they would return latter uninvited, dressed up in body suits and ski masks and steal all the choice valuables. Oddly enough the women had never been caught, but a near miss investigation had brought the ‘Perry Mason’ of justice upon them and the unwanted press attacks had ruined both their profitable aerobics business and all their wealthy contacts. Since then the three friends had split up and worked at various remedial jobs eking out a pathetic slavish existence. Still, if some one off campus was the panty thief , the two men had said they would lay even money that it was one if not all three of those girls. As the dorm rooms in question were all virtually inaccessible to any but the most athletic and svelte figured individual.

What the two detectives hadn’t known, and what Inviso-Girl was unwittingly blundering into in her quest of investigating these three women, was that the Guild of Shadows had told the Darksiders to recruit the three women. Recruitment had been easy, and necessary as things were in something of a mess for the Guild at late. The three women had been recruited once they had crossed over the hazy indistinct line of fringe into the realm of the Guild it’s self.

It had been something of a normal night for the three cat burglars, if the notion of three tawny framed aerobics instructors dressing up in skin tight leotards and pullover ski masks slipping into an upstairs mansion window at three am is normal. What had happened that night however was not normal, at least for their collective experiences up to that point. The three had stumbled upon Valerie Vampussy who was feeding on the owner of the rather nice country estate known as Chadwick Estates. Valerie lived almost fully in the realm that the Guild of Shadows considered theirs. The three thieves had been promptly captured by Valerie who then subjected them to horrors beyond imagination. The Guild sent the Darksiders to retrieve and recruit the three women, offering them freedom and life working for the Darksiders or death left at the hands of impulsive Valerie. The women unwisely chose the former and joined the Darksiders. Actually the Guild hadn’t been very keen on pulling the three women into its meld. The Darksiders were after Valerie and a sort of impromptu rescue ensued as Valerie once again escaped them, leaving them with the three former hostages. Still the Guild saw potential, or at least canon fodder bait for capturing Valerie at a later date.

The Darksiders consisted of a wheel chair bound sixty-five year old blind man who lived alone in a small well to do house in the middle of a small bird sanctuary upon a small island in the middle of a small lake, with a large mute servant who appeared to have no name but who always managed to show up and bring exactly what the little old man desired. There was also a forty year old pot bellied long haired balding man who lived in his run down laundry mat business, named, Matt. And there was a homeless teenage boy who seemed to act as the basic messenger service, which came and went without notice, named Pigeon. Then there were the field agents themselves. Night Owl, who was the eldest operative in the field, a thin woman of mid-thirties who had insisted upon rescuing the three aerobic instructors. Then there was Khan, she had reluctantly agreed with Night Owl, she was in her late teens and tended to reluctantly agree with anybody about anything. That was the entire team of the Darksiders when the three rescued and dazed women had agreed to join. Membership was life long, when you quit you die. The unnamed old man in his old fashioned bamboo wicker wheel chair had waved folders full of pictures and files of information on all the fenced stuff the girls had ever stolen, just in case they thought about disappearing back into the nine to five realms.

The three new recruits quickly learned the new realm of sorts had new rules of sorts; one was identities were very complex things here in. When they weren’t briefly going through the motions in the day to day world as might be needed, they would live and sleep in the new world they had stumbled into, they would be given lodgings, allowances to buy things from their new world markets or the old world of before, and wonderful nice missions that would probably kill them before they could worry about what they were going to buy with their next paycheck anyway.

They also learned that when on the job they had to wear uniforms, but these weren’t the blue smocks of Wally World they had been forced to slave in, nor Mac Fries With That, in this place things worked on a whole new vibe.

Night Owl wore a hooded robe. A mouth -less face mask with built in electronic speakers, lenses, and gadgets. Thick heavy gauntlet gloves with electric interface finger tips. Tight calf high slouch boots. A heavy large belt with a large oblong oval gold buckle with an owl head etched into it‘s surface, again gadget laden. And damn near little else. Her cloak swirled about her insistently keeping her in a steady swarm of shadows, out of which her long lean limbs and full lithe body would glimmer flashes of soft white flesh. Her suit aided her abilities and tasks as the group’s natural surveillance and information collecting officer.

Khan wore her hair in two long black braids which she pulled down her front over her ample breasts and then pulled behind the small of her back, where it was cinched into place by the wide golden girdle belt she wore. Attached to the gold belt were several gossamer shimmering veils which hung down to her knees, or would have if they weren’t always lazily hanging about on the slightest drafts exposing her proudly unshaved sex. Her body was intricately tattooed and she wore silver strands wrapped in her hair, as well as around her arms and limbs. She wore no shoes and no mask nor gloves, for she had always lived in the shadow realms and had no identity in the daylight world. Her long braided hair with its silver strands and her special tattoos gave Khan not only great amplified agility and strength, but it gave the usually sullen and mousy quiet girl the power of the voice of the Khan. A rare mystic ability her ancestor spirits loaned her in times of great personal peril that let her give several barking command shouts that lesser willed individuals would unerringly follow. The voice of the Khan had a price to pay, with each summoning of its power the ancestor sprits expected to be entertained. This usually meant Khan dancing for them, but sometimes they demanded, ‘more’ from the beautiful young virgin. In fact the ghost sprits would never let any living man touch Khan, though Night Owl had found out ‘women’ were not included in this odd curse, much to the young Khan‘s debauched delight.

Countless members had lived and died as Darksiders, and it’s not really that surprising that only two such were alive when the three new women were collected into the hidden order. The first of these was Amanda Griffin. The three women as cat burglars had laughingly assumed ‘cat’ nick names in case they had to call out to one another during the heat of a heist gone bad. Things were different now and Amanda chose her Darksider identity to be, Griffin. Her costume consisted of a half cowl feathered horned mask with a large beak covering her sharply chiseled Afro-American features. Around her neck she wore a large leather collar to which a cape was attached along with several small round bells. The cape also attached to her long gloved arms in several places, giving the appearance of strange menacing bell covered wings. She wore thigh high boots with stiletto heels. To each of her large wide nipples on her enormous crescent breasts were pierced a small round silver bell. These bells in turn were connected to each other by a single silver strand that ran through tiny hoops behind each bell, and then ran down to Griffin’s belly button where a large jewel piercing had another small hoop through which both strands passed down from each of the penultimate breasts towering above. The silver strands continued their downward descent until they reached her clitoris where another piercing with another small bell and hoop finished the strands looping circuit. As she walked the little bells tinkled a confusing soft rustle of sonorous melodies. As with all Darksider costumes each had a design of purpose based upon the sublime persona of the individual that baffled the commonsense world of the daylings. As long as Griffin was moving her bells made her exact location virtually impossible for anyone to pin point, and the large jewel accented her tapped in sexual powers sending and receiving shock waves of energy cascading along the silver threads length. Sexual energies were one of the natural resources of the land of shadows and twilight and each Darksider wisely sought her fair share of the Tantric power house drives of the universe. Griffin finished out her costume with a stylized depiction of her name sake’s mythical form proudly displayed above her bald shaved pussy. This stenciled image was a temporary tattoo which she printed off of from a computer program in the dayling world and simply applied to her wash board abs stomach. Griffin clung to the notion she would one day flee back into the world of daylight and she didn’t want any permanent markings following to remind her of what she had just escaped.

Minx kept her ‘cat’ name and theme. She now wore as a Darksider a small cat mask with little pointed ears. She wore long tiger striped gloves with retractable razor sharp claws. A bone choker necklace around her long thin throat. And small tinny high heeled ankle length striped boots adorned her feet. A fur trimmed halter top struggled to pin in her heaving bosom. And around her small waist a pair of small furry panties ended on her backside with a fully functioning always moving animatronics tiger striped tail. The suit gave her incredible stealth, night vision, heat vision, infer-red, all built into the glass lenses of her mask. And her tail was an early warning sign to nearing danger, as well as a handy weapon and enjoyable pleasurable companion, as its electronic base was well seated, vibrating in Minx’s ass.

The last of the three cat burglars had been the bands original leader. She had then brazenly called her self the Pink Pussy, and had wore a leather black corset upon which she had sewn a little pink panther from a popular cartoon show, and black tights instead of the spandex full body suits of her companions, back then, that had some how seemed ‘revealing’ and darning to them all. Back then no longer existed. Valerie had honed in on the girl as being something special, different, and as such she had got it the worse of the lot. In fact, after the first few hours, Valerie had spent virtually all her time with the lone girl. Trussing her up and slicing open her corset, letting her small nipples flick out to be exposed. She had also made short work of the young aerobics instructor’s silk tights crotch. By the time the Darksiders had showed up and rescued the girls after being in Vampussy’s clutches for a fortnight, the former leader had changed abruptly and she would never be the easy laughing prankster girl she had once been so very, very long ago. Now, the Pink Pussy called her self, Cat-o-nine-tails, and she wore an all over leather latex body suit with wide slits at the crotch and nipples so she would never forget or forgive. She wore a skull full face mask, but it was made of a semi-transparent plastic, through which her face flickered in and out of focus hauntingly. Her thick full blonde hair flew around her like a lions mane and hung down to the small of her back, but after her experiences at the hands of Valerie her hair had turned from it‘s deep natural golden hue to an almost white platinum blonde. Her arms gloved seamlessly into her body suit and her feet were sheathed in the equal shinny black leather. Her suit helped her channel her own feast of fears and she could with concentration force these illusions into the eyes of the world around her, providing there were significant shadows near by for her to command.

This then was the three ‘aerobics instructors’ the newly self-made Inviso-Girl had set out to locate and if guilty of the panty thefts, capture. In face of it all, it’s embarrassingly laughable. Not only did the Darksiders not have the time to deal with some invisible bimbo from the daylings, but they didn’t have time to even comprehend why anyone would bother chasseing after such a non-entity such as a panty thief? The Darksiders were currently trying to locate several naughty individuals who made the shadows and twilight there homes, but whose current activities into that twilight shared with the daylings was bringing too much unwanted attention for the Guild of Shadows to digest. Like the Darksiders these top ten most wanted criminals tended to be costumed women who used the dark realms powers in ways of personal agenda that had gone a touch too far. The Darksiders knew nothing about the Guild or the Hands or the extent of the whole deeply layered anarchistic state of things. All they knew was an old strange powerful geezer in a wheel chair forked out large wads of cash and occasional maps to hidden store markets where decidedly unusual ‘items’ could be purchased, and gave them nice quiet lodgings in a nicely furnished country estate all to their own, and occasionally asked them to put on funny clothes that made them feel alive and strong and go out and do this or that in this or that place. Putting on the costumes and doing the missions wasn’t hard, it was taking the suits off and turning on a TV set or trying to read a dayling newspaper that got to be more and more confusing and distant for the three new recruits. The shadow world was a thrilling one for a Darksider. It was full of odd and frightening things, but also weird and wonderful things as well. It was if the entire Earth suddenly became one enormous foreign country, an undiscovered land of mythical yet familiar creatures. The line between real and unreal blurred constantly here, it left one in a constant daze of wonderment and unease, of excitement and apprehension, of longing and fear, here there were indeed Dragons.

Take Valerie Vampussy for example. Here was a young woman the Darksiders had been chasseing after for decades, for in the land of shadows things ‘age’ differently than they do in dayling world. The moon has a different rhythm and pull of the spheres than the sun, all daylings know this, but few of them realize the emptiness of night it’s self has the greater pull of them all. Valerie had not always lived in shadow, which made her different from most the others on the Darksiders hit list. She had once been a dayling, though something of a recluse and outsider, but a dayling none the less and she had worked in the nine to five world in a cosmetic lab, very profitable for a bright young woman, which Valerie was. She as well as about a million other brilliant scientists were trying to invent a drug to ‘enhance’ women’s breasts, as oppose to curing cancer, or solving the worlds food shortages, or the problems of cracking the nut of alternative energy sources, because almost every one would pay a LOT of money for women to have much larger breasts, but all those other things would actually cause many other already wealthy people to lose all their money and have to get shitty lousy jobs like every one else and they didn’t want to do that, so there not only wasn’t a viable market for feeding the hungry or replacing fossil fuels with cheap unlimited fuels but there were a lot of angry powerful people and their hired governments who didn’t want such things. So it was breasts then, that seemed to make every happy and hopefully rich.

Valerie had been the one though who invented the drug with the long impossible to pronounce name which when it hit the streets in its eventual illegal altered form became known as, ‘Breast Candy’. This stuff was the real deal, it made breasts swell several cup sizes in just a few weeks. There were just a few unfortunate side effects like possible death, or blindness, or convulsions, you get the drift. It basically interacted badly with just about any other chemical a normal healthy woman might ingest while she was taking the drug, to put it bluntly, ‘it did not play well with others’, then again neither did Valerie who ingested vast quantities of the highly addictive drug. Fortunately, the eventual street version was radically different from Valerie’s original concoction and did little more than induce vomiting or a good buzz depending on the person and the drug it’s self. Valerie had based the original concoction off her own body’s genetic structure so it did more good than harm to her at first; she was very proud of her new hour glass figure and couldn’t keep her hands off her full enormous breasts, which unfortunately neither could a drunken co-worker at the company Christmas party. One thing had lead to another, which had led to young Valerie’s first attempt at a blow job. She did surprisingly well, as she did at everything she tried in life, and had been rewarded with a large wad of sperm choking gulping down her surprised throat. The breast drug decided it liked sperm, it liked it even more than the breast drug Valerie was embarrassingly addicted to, she liked it so much she wanted more, a lot more, and she wanted it now. Imagine her frustrated disappointment when she found stupid men’s bodies don’t work that way! The drunken office worker had hungrily set upon her enormous breasts and to both their amazements Valerie began to produce milk! What’s more the milk quickly caused the man’s penis to engorge again and his testacies to produce floods of new sperm for him to ejaculate down her eager throat. This was fantastic, this was great this was, err, the guy was dead. Valerie managed to slip the law on that one, no had seen who ever it was that must have been having sex with the married half naked dead guy when he had his hart attack and the police weren’t exactly surprised when failing to find any clear prints and an office building with over three thousand employee suspects no one was leaping forward to admitting it was them before the grieving widow and her three small children.

It didn’t take Valerie long to perfect her own milk’s penis engorging properties and sperm flooding abilities. This eventually hit the street as well in another radically altered version called, “Cock Candy” of course, and unlike the “Breast Candy” sibling this one contained enough of Valerie’s initial formula mixture as to actually increase both penis size by several inches over a period of time and an increased risk of hart attacks, it wasn’t long before bored house wives and girlfriends were dumping tons of the stuff into unsuspecting men’s beverages and food. The number of sexual induced hart attacks shot up by a thousand percent in the first year alone. And demand for the drug sky rocketed.

Valerie meanwhile had vanished. She had slipped through the cracks of the dayling world, but she was using her own original ‘cock candy’ enhanced breast milk to feed unsuspecting men and then feed off them in turn. She left a wake of dead drained males a thousand bodies wide, and her slipping into the shadow realm to escape the police of the dayling world where she continued to resurface and feed, made an eventual cross over of dayling investigations a little too real for the Guild of Shadows, they had put a hit out on Valerie Vampussy at once. But she seemed to have developed a quick understanding of the night time realms and its interrelation workings of sexual tides and currents of life and death. She had made her own connections to the ebbs and flows and tapped the powers there in. Valerie Vampussy wore the skimpiest garment she could find in the dayling world. She had gone to the-Bikini.com just prior to her escape from the closing in dayling police and had bought a white see through mesh micro mini bikini, little more than an elastic band and the company logo. She stretched this over her impossible large breasts scarcely covering her engorged dark burgundy nipples and over her always equally engorged clitoris where the little white triangle swam crazily as shipwreck raft of survivors upon her black sea patch of dark pubic hair, and flipping her thigh length long silk black hair she had fled into the shadows and disappeared. Since arriving in the realm of twilight she had added powerful silver moon bands to her ankles and wrists, these give her the power to discharge violent shocks of electricity upon hard contact. Useful in a tight melee brawl or in crashing her wrists together sending a bolt of shiver lightning across a room or meandering like a snake down a hallway seeking out distant foes. A stomp of her unclad foot can send her jangling ankle bracelets into sparking off several ball lightning spheres which chase the unwary foe and explode upon contact. She had also developed from the hidden tongue of the Sirens the call of allure which only works on males, but promptly puts them under her command for a short time. Rumor had it she was working on a similar call that would work on women. The Darksiders wanted to capture Valerie before that could happen.

But Valerie wasn’t the only viable target the Darksiders were after, and despite Cat-o-nine-tails brooding personal vendetta about not going out in another fruitless search of the ‘white witch’ as the folk of the under belly in shoulder peeking hushed scratchy voices called Valerie Vampussy, the whole group made off in pursuit of a promising lead Pigeon had brought them from the old man, which keyed in nicely with some conferring info Night Owl had picked up in ozone chatter. The Gorgon was in the immediate area. Some where near the Shore of Skulls and where Goth Chixxx was known to hang out. The Gorgon was no easy prey. She had always been a creature of the night and her battle costume was well synched to her biorhythms and the flow and flux of the neither realms. She wore a simple green mask of hideous design with eyes that had the power to hypnotize any she made eye contact with. She could discharge an invisible sleep inducing gas that induced rape like orgasms that sapped the victim of all strength and conscious will, from her mouth or her finger tips of her talon hands. She was also a brilliant mimic and could duplicate almost any voice or sound vocally, this made it easier for her to set traps for her to use her other more deadly powers upon her adversaries. Her other dress fluctuated wildly. She was a difficult woman to bring down on her own, but she was seldom alone. Her constant traveling companion was the Medusa. Who had the power to paralyze any who caught her gaze or induce a trance like rapture with the mere touch of any part of her naked flesh upon her victim‘s skin. The longer the hold, the more intense the effects of the rapture would be, and the longer those effects would linger once the grasp was broken. As such the Medusa wore little save a beautiful mask of a carved serene white face stone and a wig of long gold metal curled hair. Her arms and bodies were covered in wriggling snake tattoos, which she could send slithering out from her body a short distance to bind and imprison foes. Her breasts were covered in gold metal cups with scream wide mouth faces carved on them through which her nipples peeked out. These cups where connected together by gold bejeweled dangling chains, same as the two long flowing silk flaps that hung low on her round hips, one filtering over her sex the other trailing as a soft mist behind her bare foot progression. The two were seasonal beasts traveling the shadow world after emerging from their hibernating holes and causing destruction and havoc at whim. The Darksiders routinely had to catch them upon their ground hog emergence as rapidly as possible, and then turn them over in subdued form to the large mute man who handled such things for the old man. The fact that the two kept returning after being captured showed one of the weirder aspects of the land of shadows, things were not destroyed for being or doing evil as they where in the dayling world, they were removed for being inconvenient and then eventually they would return like a bad dream. Yet some how this seemed expected by all those who dwelled here.

What was not expected was the convergence of three distinct separate elements coalescing together to form a singular head of unknowable fate. That Goth Chixxx was back and apparently patrolling the water front of docks and wharfs of the Shore of Skulls was both alarming and beguiling at the same time. Goth Chixxx had been a Darksider, one of the best, but she had been captured and subjected to months of sexual perversions that had snapped her will and mind. After her rescue and return to duty she had simply disappeared into the shadows. This in turn had made her a viable target and Goth Chixxx was one of the top ten hits on the Darksider list. But there had been no obvious hart upon any one’s part even the old man, to locate and eliminate Goth Chixxx. There were so many other targets to concentrate on, and now here she was, roaming around so near to the home estate of the Darksiders. It had the older members uneasy and apprehensive, especially as they would be going into that area to hit the Gorgon. A meeting with Goth Chixxx seemed inevitable. And the out come, unknowable.

The second equally disturbing event which absolutely no one knew about was the rapidly approaching Madame Ying and Madame Yang. The very villains who were responsible for Goth Chixxx’s capture and sexual subjection. Following these two vulpine seductresses where the twins Shade and Shadow. They were also members of the Darksiders but they had been given temporary status of leave to recover from their own sexual humiliations at the long finger nailed hands of the Ying and Yang sisters, but they had used the medical leave to instead restlessly pursue the fleet footed Daughters of the Dragon through half the shadow realms and the darker spots of the dayling world as well. Now the chase was leading both sets of twins right back into the arms of the Darksider home it’s self.

Shade and Shadow had been born daylings, but their father had often crossed into the dark realm though unknowingly and seldom in a lucid state. His mind had been broken after the passing of his beloved wife and he had devolved down into a sad broken drunken man withered before his time. When he had died at thirty, all anyone could remark at his funeral was how he looked as if her were in his sixties while he lay in his plain ill fitting cheap suit in his plain ill fitting cheap coffin. After their father’s death they had inherited the small wooden box their father would drunkenly sob as he clutched it with white knuckled hands for long lonely hours of the night, and their mother’s privet journal kept in a storage lock box unknown by their father. The journal informed the teen age twin girls that their mother had been a member of a secret order of super heroines called the Darksiders. And that she had gained her special abilities form a piece of a space ship she had seen falling to earth one night back when she was a little girl. The twins had read the journal and decided their mother had been as mad as a hatter, and that was what had so broken up their father.

It may have taken a while for everything to fall together, the twins could really no longer remember, but eventually they had solved and opened the wooden puzzle box and found the oddly glowing chunk of strangely rune carved machinery inside that their mother had described as her source of powers. Taking a deep and faltering breath both girls had counted three and placed their hands simultaneously upon the glowing cold metal. It sputtered out instantly, and both girls opened their eyes in disappointment only to suddenly gasp as they realized they were wearing their mother’s oft described uniform, or well, sort of. You see, since both girls had touched the machine simultaneously, each not knowing what to expect, the broken hunk of junk had split both the original powers their mother had once wielded as the less than stellar Shadow Fox, as well as her costume. One twin had a long gray cape and hood that shadowed her upper face. The other twin had an eye mask. One had a little too tight bustier. The other twin had her naked large breasts exposed. One twin had her neatly trimmed pubic hair and whole lower region uncovered. The other twin had a size or two too small bikini snuggling into her crotch. One twin had a pair of thigh high boots. The other twin a pair of long silk stalking and garter belt and straps. It got worse, the machine had fried it’s self out trying to split everything equally as it could amongst the twins, there was no fixing it. What’s more their mother Shadow Fox had often been captured and raped repeatedly by villains and monsters, in fact that was what she was rather well known for in the whole of the shadow realm, and it was often whispered that she really enjoyed a good gang rape and didn’t put up much resistance once a stiff pecker was waved under her nose. Whatever the truth of the matter another Darksider of that time had given Shadow Fox an anti-binding spell that was fixed into her suit. Any attempt to put any kind of rope, or gag, chain, upon her body resulted in the binding simply dissolving into powder and falling off her body. It was a marvelous spell, but it some how didn’t seem to stop Shadow Fox from getting repeatedly gang banged every time she left the Darksider lair. This didn’t help her reputation any and even her team mates began to call her Shady Fuck, behind her much used back. Still, she was instrumental in ‘occupying’ entire rooms full of viable targets in either realm and many apprehensions were made entirely with her well pumping persistent efforts. Many had to admit it; Shadow Fox worked her ass off.

The spell became a living nightmare for the two twins, while they could remove the costume entirely by a concentrated mental image of lighting a candle, a mnemonic device their mother had passed down to them in her journal, and not really necessary but Shadow Fox had been a looker not a thinker, the costume simply vanished into a swirl of lingering black smoke. And though they could call back the costume, at the instant destruction of any clothing they happened to be wearing, if they had failed to remove their garments first, with a simple mental image of snuffing out that same candle and letting the smoke enwrap them. But what they couldn’t do was ‘add’ anything to the costume. If the topless twin tried to add a top of any kind, it almost instantly dissolved into dust and smoke. If the twin with no bottoms tried to slip on a pair of the skimpiest under ware or the heaviest of trousers, the article of clothing coughed it’s self into a puff of dust and smoky tendrils. The ant-binding spell made it impossible for the girls to add anything ‘new’ to their costume. Nor could one girl remove her parts of the collective whole of the costume and share it with the other twin. The costume could be ‘disappeared’ or ‘summoned’ but it could not be removed. The cups of the bustier could be pulled aside, but the item it’s self could not be removed. The panties could be tugged to one side, but could not be removed except by her willing image to ‘disperse’ the entire costume. And here in what was another horror, if one girl summoned the costume, it appeared on both of them regardless of where or what the other girl was doing. The costume read both girls as if they were one and responded by one’s command to both at once. Thus if one girl ‘dismissed’ her part of the costume into smoke, both costumes vanished, again irrelevant of where ever or what ever the other twin might be doing. To this was added the additional bizarre twist of what twin got which assortment of clothes, i.e.; the topless bottoms costume, or the bottomless top costume was entirely random. Neither girl knew what costume she would have to wear nor the powers assigned to that costume until she opened her eyes from the mental summoning. It made for some grumbling and pouting, and since a summoned and then dispersed costume could not be re-summoned for another full twenty four hours, there wasn’t a lot of room for trying to dump something upon the other twin. The powers divided amongst the twins in haphazard fashion with each summons, ranged from being able to summon a mist of the individual’s desired thickness of opacity and brief teleportation and limited telekinesis and the ability to start small fires with the mind. Since the powers bound to the suit and not the girls they had to wear the suit to activate the powers. More over the suit needed recharging, and it required sexual energies to do this. This may have explained their mother’s rather rutish nature or not? One thing was certain the suit had a voracious appetite and worked like a suicide dynamo. It was either expelling power to the wearer or else flipping the switch and direction to suddenly begin its greedy draining of recharging sexual power from the wearer. A good whiff of an approaching orgasm and suddenly the suit switched over to drain and all of it’s and the twins powers simply vanished until the suit had had a good feeding of orgasms. There were other ‘kinks’ in the works as well, but that covers most of the major ones that had the twins seriously discussing if they should accept the Darksiders offer to join them. As soon as the suit had activated the first time in the dayling world, sensors in the Darksider mansion had gone off telling all that a new Shadow Fox had arrived into the world. The girls had accepted which nice because such a powerful suit could not have been left in the hands of daylings who had a slight inkling of the Darksiders from their mother’s rather foolish daily journal left to them, and Night Owl really didn’t want to have to kill the two teen age girls.

What no one but the two twins knew was that having experienced an accidental bout of sex gas exposure with the two Ying and Yang sisters sending all four young girls into a sexual orgy of epic proportion all while the twins were wearing their costumes, had caused the twins Shade and Shadow, to form a telepathic link to the two Ying and Yang sisters. It worked only as a directional beacon that ironically faded as the twins drew closer to the two sisters. What Shade and Shadow didn’t know in turn was as the beacon faded out as the twins closed in on Ying and Yang it suddenly went off in those two sisters’ heads, warning them of the rapidly approaching Darksider twins. This had made it virtually impossible for the two sets of sisters to escape or catch one another. But Madam Ying and Madam Yang had thought of a plan, and now they rushed back to the Shore of Skulls to implement it.

The third and last factor in this hodgepodge of chaos in the aptly named lands of anarchy was of course Inviso-Girl herself who was rapidly approaching the storm sewer just out side the Hallmark co-ed dorms, which in roughly tree miles of winding transit intersected with the Bay City drains. The rather spacious concrete drain also housed all the power and water and phone lines for the secluded campus and Inviso-Girl was certain it was the way the panty thief was either leaving the grounds undetected or else entering them. Inviso-Girl easily entered the sewer drains where she focused her self visible again and opened the large gym bag she had placed there several hours earlier. She took out the florescent lamp and began to dress into the heavy clothes and hiking boots secreted within the bag. She quickly took out her spare pair of glasses also from the bag and hurriedly put them on, for she could only see sharply for about a distance of ten feet with out them and from that point on everything turned into a blurry Vaseline coated landscape, and that made her uneasy and nervous. She doubted she would run into the panty thief tonight with in the miles of tunnel in front of her but she was certain she would find evidence either along the way in the tunnel it’s self of being used by the panty thief or at the other end which her research had told her the next useful opening for her exited at the docks of Bay City before proceeding on into the large cities maze of sewer and water systems. She had no need to go any further than the docks, it was there that two of the fitness instructors she had over heard the police detectives talking about, lived. A Miss Griffin and a Miss Price, both resided a block from one another in rather seedy lodgings, and she felt a quick visit from Inviso-Girl would clear things up rather quickly, either finding the incriminating evidence or else check the two off her list of suspects. Since her entire list of suspects consisted of only the three gymnasts whatever’s, she hoped that they were guilty as she hadn’t a clue what to do if they proved other wise. With herself now fully dressed, Aubrey slipped the deflated gym bag about her shoulders and attached the florescent strip light to her belt loops so it hung horizontally across her waist. It gave her a good even light as she set off at a steady well paced jog. Though a wallflower and a book worm all her life Aubrey was also a natural athlete and her easy long stride and well clipped pace would have her at the docks in roughly a good panting hour and a half barring some unforeseeable circumstance. Such as accidentally falling through a rent in time and space and melding into a parallel universe enmeshed and evolving along side our own, though to be honest Aubrey was thinking more along the lines of breaking a shoe lace, for which she came well prepared with a brand new set of shoe laces in her side pocket of her gym bag. And in point of fact Aubrey dose indeed break a shoe lace, but in my own defense I’d like to point out that she breaks the shoe string while stumbling through a rent in time and space and melding into a parallel universe symbolically meshed into our own and evolving along side it, so we were both right, only she wasn’t as prepared as she thought she was, and I for one had thought she was being entirely silly and anal retentive about the whole shoe string thing.

CHAPTER THREE

The Guild of Shadows had long understood the interdependence and connectedness of their much smaller but more open ended realm and the dayling realm. A major event such as an earth quake affected both planes equally, and minor events such as the birth of Shakespeare in the dayling also affected both realms as well. They were not mirrored so much as intertwined, one could not find all the geography of any one plane with in the expanse of the other, and naturally two worlds both parasite and both host of the other full of free will interdependent beings, of whom only a few could easily cross over to the other, would and had developed upon differing lines of evolution. But the two, or really many, twisting planes were still so bound that one could find constant similarities and disserting déjà vu permeated the thoughts of the few who traversed the twilight between worlds.

As such as Aubrey traveled the tired well worn trash strewn woods of her own realm, abet through the snaking gut of a sewer running underneath it, she was unknowingly moving not only to the near by large Bay City of her understanding, but upon the corresponding plane she was about to stumble into, she was drawing to a similar city set in the same location, founded at almost the same point of chorological time, and yet, so very different. Yet, that other plane had no great sewer running underneath its forest, and its black wood ran thick and deep and teamed with verdant fauna and flora of which man was seldom the dormant lordly peer of the upper reaches of the food chain. The great city that corresponded to Aubrey’s Bay City in the Land of Shadow was Acton City, founded by Lord Acton himself. Though every one called it ‘Action’ City. For it’s long history of legalized gambling and prostitution. And it had been a point of twilight and thus easy crossing for those who both knew and didn’t know of the depth of shadows.

For Aubrey the crossing was easy and as can often be the case, unnoticed by her. As Aubrey reached the exit point on her mental map, having found what may have been traces of her panty thief or may have been boot prints of work men all along the way. She found a sewer drain grating and peered through it, before deciding to disrobe and pack her things back into the satchel for her later return journey through the sewers. The removing of her clothes was uneasy for her, she didn’t like being naked. And the prospect of being naked, even if she couldn’t actually be seen, amongst groups of people was teeth rattling frightening to her. Worse there was that brief terrible moment so much like what it must feel to be dying just as she crossed over into being invisible. It was a horrible experience and no matter how terrible she told her self it would feel, it always felt so much worse than she could ever imagine that she was terrified of the actual act of becoming invisible. Then there would be the almost slightly drunk distant numb sensation, just like when one has been driving for too long and your struggling to remain a wake, knowing that to fall asleep means death as your hurtling along and yet you can’t remain awake, no matter what you try and do. That struggle was what it was like trying to remain invisible. It was like flexing a large muscle kept in a box in another room full of boxes and it expurgated you to flex it, and yet you didn’t even know where it was or what it was doing, but if you stopped then it was all over.

Aubrey slipped the last of her garments into the bag and added her spare pair of eye glasses instantly reducing the world into a gold fish bowl of apprehensions, her arms instinctively covering her breasts and her body leaning forward on pressed together knees, as she turned off her florescent light and put it into the bag. The cloudy sky fitfully hid the effervescent gibbous moon, but orange tinted street lights banging in the wind leaked a weak glow down into the small concrete hole of the sewer drain. Unlike back at the college there weren’t piles of leaves and twigs to hide her bag. She eventually just set it into a shadowy corner, as the clanging of a naked metal flag pole chain rang its futile peal, joined by the low moaning of a boat whistle passing slowly some where near by. She suddenly felt terribly lonely and scarred and wanted to cry and decided she wouldn’t do this stupid thing, she just wanted to go home and watch some late night TV on her little portable set or even sit and eat popcorn and paint her toe nails with the other girls as they sat in curlers and smelled of funny lotions and chirped about boys and stupid stuff other girls had done. But everyone would be asleep by the time she got back, and no one wanted to sit up with her and laugh at old Marx Brothers movies anyway. People were moving about above her, loud clumping on the hollow pavement, ‘like living in a large earth drum,’ she thought. ‘Is this what it’s like to be an earth worm, or a snake in winter, or a mole, I’m just a tinny little ant. A nobody, a nothing. Having wasted all my life on nothing.’ She choked back another attack of sobs and rubbed her face and head vigorously. She pulled her self up to her full height with shuddering shivers and forced her long legs apart wide. She clenched her fists and with a deep sucking gasp, Aubrey Hunter began to phase.

What Inviso-Girl didn’t know as she squeezed her slender frame through the gap between the sewer grating and the side walk and pulled her wiggling self up and out onto the street, was that the longer she ‘flexed’ her invisible muscle, the more the numb sensation slowly turned to one of ever increasing sexual arousal. She had only ‘practiced’ her new ability for an hour or so at a time, and so she hadn’t really experienced the full burning lustful impact of this yet. And even is she had, much like the initial horror of crossing over into becoming invisible, she would not have retained any pinpoint memory of exactly what it felt like or the intensity of the experience. She would have simply remembered it dimly in her viable state as an increased awareness of pleasant warmth in her body, slowly replacing the initial cold numb sensation. Another aspect that Inviso-Girl did not know about yet, was that with each entrance and stay into her invisible power, her body developed an abhorrence for the cloying contact of clothing pressing against its skin. This carried over into the visible state as an almost subconscious building irritation of feeling suffocated or burning up by wearing ‘too’ much clothing. It would take some more time in her invisible state for these ‘needs’ to keep her body as uncovered as possible in her visible state for others to notice, but as for Aubrey she would never really notice such changes at all. That there was a separation of experience and memory between being invisible and visible she already had vaguely guessed at in how she could not for example remember precisely how ‘bad’ it felt to cross from visible into invisible only that it was bad. How great this separated consciousness between the two states could be would only become more apparent with more experience and the passage of time. These things are of the future, however, the last factor, and really the only one we need to be aware of right now, is of the immediate. Once in phase, or invisible, Aubrey was latterly teetering on the cusp between the two planes of dayling and shadow. In this state, it was just as easy for her to become visible into one plane as the other. It was only her lack of awareness of the shadow plane that kept it a lack of possibility thus far. But the longer Inviso-Girl held that state, the more the stronger elements of the shadow plane would begin to leak into her vision of the dayling world. But this is the near moment still, and not the moment it’s self. For now, Inviso-Girl pulled her self to her feet up off the dirty street rubbing at the dust that didn’t show upon her body and hands, but she continued to do so out of instinct as she absently squinted into the medium distance trying to fathom her bearings. She took a few steps only to breathlessly be narrowly missed by a speeding man on a ten speed bike racing around the corner of the street. The near accident was a slapping reminder as was the couple who stepped off the curb and almost knocked into her as she jumped back from the racing bicycle, that she was indeed invisible and had to look out not just for her own actions but those of all others around her. She raced across the street toward the warehouse and docks in the distance, plunging into the shadows of the brown stone standing there. ‘Shadows are good,’ she thought. ‘People don’t go running their bikes headlong into shadows.’ Invisible or not, she would stick to the shadows.

CHAPTER FOUR

As noted, Bay City didn’t exist in the shadow lands, but it melded in places, a door here, a corner there, a street light, and so forth, with the city that housed upon a similar intertwining connection point between the two planes. And this city was called Acton City in the shadow lands, and just as some could sometimes wander unwittingly from the dayling world between the two planes, winos and drug addicts had an odd perchance of this, so too did those in the shadow lands, whose majority also were ignorant of the dayling world, would wander across thresholds by random chance and flutter back and forth between planes distorted in life as the points of nexus themselves. However, such random crossings could only occur at points of strong meld between the planes and then only at twilight.

As dayling Bay City was and was not Acton City in the shadow lands, and visa versa, so too dayling Hallmark College did and did not exist in the shadow lands. In the shadow lands its exact location was covered by several large stone buildings of similar and yet oddly different lay out, and it was the home of the Darksiders. It was their own privet house and much of the immediate forested lands surrounding it belonged to them as well. The old man and his mute servant lived separately in an odd tree hidden small brick house in the middle of a small tree covered island, which in turn was in the middle of a small lake, in the central park of Acton city. The old man owned much of the prime real estate the city proper and the shadow lands were a bit of s stranger place than the dayling world, but that said the local residents did find it odd and eccentric for a man to live alone on a tinny bird sanctuary island in the middle of a city park.

Since there were no docks or boats or swimming allowed in the city parks lake, the location made the old man virtually impossible to easily get to or from. The Darksiders rarely saw the old man or his hulking servant and instead relied on Pigeon who alone knew of the where about of the secret entrance to the tunnel that lead under the lake and to the old man’s island. On the rare occasion the Darksiders had been brought to the old man, they had been blindfolded by Pigeon first and lead there in such a way as to make the rediscovery on their won of the hidden entrance to the tunnel and a subsequent casual visit to the old man impossible. This made contact with the ‘blind’ guy watching their back, difficult and usually one sided. As such it was with increasing alarm and uncertainty that the Darksiders found themselves pooling around the main hall of their lair. Not only had the Gorgon been confirmed to be moving up the Shore of Skulls to Acton City, and Goth Chixxx sighted as well in the same area, but now the twins Shade and Shadow had just breathless arrived and informed all that they had trailed the Ying and Yang sisters to Acton City as well!

There was an eerie sensation in the air and it wasn’t just the forest screech owls mingling with the baying of winter ravished wolves, it seemed as if all Hell were about to brake loose and it had the Darksiders on edge. With no further word from the old man and Night Owl unable to find Pigeon on her surveillance systems, the group reverted to its standing order; ‘locate viable targets, and capture them’ Finding a target wasn’t going to be the difficulty tonight, the Gorgon and the Medusa were far from subtle. But capture meant subduing and then containing the targets, at which time the giant mute and the old man would instinctively arrive in a blue well of light transported by the great powers of the withered old crone in his antique wheel chair,. The mute had a unique power that resulted from the fact that he himself was far from human. He was a living ageless flesh meld of the two planes, and providing the captured target was thoroughly subdued enough, he would lean forward over it and whisper in an absolute silence that lowered the temperature for miles around by several bone chilling degrees. The soundless bubble would grow and shimmer about the captured prisoner and then both bubble cocoon and imprisoned contents would slowly vanish. How long it would take the transplaced victim to re-emerge back into the shadow lands varied considerably depending on how much of the prisoners will had been dominated and how much of their tantric sexual energies had been drained, but one thing was for certain the experience of the displacement was a horrible and terrible great fast of soul and mind that all feared and avoided, and just watching it happen to another was a gut wrenching icy nauseous nightmare that gave one the cold sweats for night s to come.

There were no roads or paths through the heavy forest around the Darksiders estates and considering the pressing time for need of speed and the fact that the harsh winter had pushed a tribe of Sasquatch down from the steeps into the near by catacombs of timber and ravines, it was decided that the Darksider dirigible should be deployed for rapid transport to the Acton city docks where the Gorgon’s path would eventually take her.

The great flat crescent shaped lighter than air ship was rapidly deployed and Night Owl being the only Darksider currently capable of understanding it’s equipment, took the large mass of controls in her small gloved hands, standing straddle leg braced, dwarfed before the large bridge of polished wood and brass machinery, she began yanking on levers and spinning dials. “Hang on,” she muttered, as the great ship leapt into the air at her expert coaching control. The whole bridge acted as a mobile command center, and the entire deck was gyroscopic, maintaining a smooth equilibrium regardless of the tilt, pitch, or yaw of the great winged vessel, out side of extremes of maneuver or crash landings or sudden take offs just like the one that now pitched every one except Night Owl stumbling into the brass and gold and silver fittings of the large dials and pipes. Night Owl looked over her shoulder at the pile of Darksiders tangled together on the floor of the flight deck as the gyros struggled to catch up to her rapid commands. “I said, hold on.” And Night Owl smirked as she turned back to her serious task at hand. Acton City was a blur of haloed lights in the blue streaked night out of the on again off again rain and wind blown rivulets threading in thin spider legged splays across the enormous glass portal before her.

“Are you sure you know how to fly this thing?” Cat-o-nine-tails growled.

“Relax; I know exactly what I’m doing.” Night Owl purred back over her shoulder.

CHAPTER FIVE

Things were not going well. As best as Inviso-Girl could tell she had become ‘pinned’ between sudden shifting small groups of citizens at least five times and she was fairly certain she had been groped all five times! Her body may have been invisible to the eye but it was still naked flesh to the touch and in the press of bodies, touch is what they did! Soon as a finger or knuckle had grazed her buttock or thigh it had spun in its lazy course and brought all its fellows to latch on to a hot warm smooth crescent of her flesh, stuck there kneading until she could wiggle away or the crowed parted an opening. What’s worse several of the times the blind hungry hands had belonged to middle age women!

Inviso-Girl had found with extreme concentration she could lessen the density of her body in her invisible form. It was like cringing back from a hot flame, only it let some objects pass right through her body, rain for example, and dirt seemed to easily pass through her, but a sudden gust blown newspaper was another matter one had smacked right into her and clung to her for several panicky seconds before she had shed the pulp spider. But oddly enough no one had taken any notice of this, which in turn unnerved her tremendously. She kept stopping to check if she were still invisible as best she could. She had this terrible gnawing doubt that everyone could in fact see her and she only couldn’t see her self. ‘Hey look at the naked chic!’ kept echoing through her mind. It slowed her progress down considerably, and coupled with her limited short sighted vision she had scarcely made any head way toward the docks in over a hart pounding hour of attempts. But know she had finally reached a block of virtually deserted dark streets and she was pulling her self together for the thousandth time since crawling out of her sewer hole. Inviso-Girl took several deep breasts and steadied her self against an apartment building stair rail. She had made the mistake of leaning up against a car on another street and the sensitive car alarm of the vehicle had blared into life almost causing her to pee down her shaking legs. Every step was a learning experience, but at least the mind numb almost zombie like deadness of her floating senses was beginning to give way to a warm increasingly firm feeling to her body. That was good! It was much easier to move about when you didn’t have to think about wither your foot was done taking a step, now her mind was processing the feed back of her body much better now. She still only swimmingly ‘felt’ in the distance her foot touching the cold we t pavement, but now her body was becoming warmer and she could even now begin to feel the blustery night channeled down the brick canons of the city streets tweak and whip at her small breasts and tangle at her long strands of hair. It felt…good! Any way it allowed her to trust her place in the world as she moved through it more, freeing up her mind to concentrate on her where about. This in turn created a new sensation with in her, a slowly sinking one, for Inviso-Girl freed of thinking each movement ponderously through, suddenly realized with dreading conviction that she was utterly lost. The river would be… that way, she was pretty sure. And the bay it’s self had to be behind her. The docks were centered where the river that passed through the city debouched out in to the bay. She hadn’t grown up around here and her visits to the city had been limited to group jaunts with other faculty members as she had never learned to drive a car and required some one else to take her on the rare shopping excursion. The women tended to drive to the more distant city of Willncox as the prices where better and the entire store was full of boutiques and seemed geared to the female consumer mind set. The men on the staff simply went to Bay City as it was much closer. Aubrey had unfortunately paid little attention in either case, and had never relied upon notes which she disdained as a weakness of the mind, her memory was generally very good, but trying to recall both her shopping trips and the map she had looked over several days before, well, right now she wish she had the maps back in her squalid dorm room with her. It couldn’t be hard though; she would just head back to the coast of the bay and follow it until it intersected with the river front. There had to be a street that followed the shore line. Of course it would certainly be covered in more and more residencies and thus thicker with wandering mobs of people. ‘Doesn’t any one sleep in this town?’ But Inviso-Girl could see no other alternative, and she grimly set out, rubbing her right butt cheek, which tingled deliciously at the touch. ‘I may not be able to see it yet, but that last woman has surly left a bruise where she goosed my derriere.’ At least the intermittent sprinkles had seemed to stop, so that no longer required her to be so ‘deep’ in her phase as to let the droplets pass through her body. She could surface a bit more, which in turn would require less mental energy and physical exhaustion on her part to maintain her invisible state. She would be able to concentrate more on her surroundings and on the problem solving at hand. ‘It’s a good thing I’m not trying to solve some calculus equation right now, I’d become entirely visible and probably not notice! Inviso-Girl shivered at the idea of people seeing her naked and she hadn’t even realized it yet! Ha! But it wasn’t a shiver of fear or apprehension; instead it was a warm shiver of slight pleasure at the thought, but this difference Inviso-Girl failed to notice as she raced down the hilly streets of Bay City.

CHAPTER SIX

Prism was in Bay City as well and also heading toward the river front. She had recently checked her hidden web site and out of the thousands of submitted commissions she had selected out a young teen age girl who had recently made a mint out of posing as pop star singer. Her shtick was an old one well worn by countless thousands of young bimbos before her; she would act all innocent and naive in her press interviews and talk show appearances while grinding it out in hot sexy lusty dance music videos, all the while belting out double entente lyrics in skimpy school girl outfits. That the girl had questionable talent was not even discussed or that she represented the Russ Meyer’s school of proto-feminism; sexploitation by the female object who was also in power of that same sexploitation, was also ignored. The young girl was making a fortune for her self and an entire food chain of parasites, and that as always, was all that mattered in the American dream. The over seas sensation had spawned hundreds of request on Prisms web site for ‘panties and proof’ taken from this girl, but it was 111983 that had won over the idea of accepting his commission. Prism didn’t know who 111983 was, but him, her, or it, always paid well and promptly into her over seas accounts. The pop princess would make a good soft target as any complaints on her part would be readily seen as yet another trashy celebrity agent publicity stunt. And a soft target was good, Prism couldn’t keep splitting up her profits and putting them into unsuspecting girls bank accounts just to cover her trail with the nosy police. She needed a good hit to have enough seed money to really get her bigger operation going. She was growing tired of this nickel and dime stuff, it was a lot of risk and work with not very much payout.

As Prism sauntered down the back alley way she wore no clothing. Instead her entire body was encased in a liquid sheath of skin tight light which shimmered and shifted in a rainbow of chrome colors. She used to wear a thin silk black trench coat and mask, but she had become stronger and more confident in her powers, cocky in fact, and she was very proud of her body. A drunk young man was urinating up ahead of her, she was tempted to just walk past him may even shoot off a degrading remark about the smallness of his member such as, ‘need any help finding it?’ But she had to hurry and collect her video camera from one of the secret stashes she had in the city, and didn’t have time to play with any of the low life’s who obviously couldn’t hold their liquor. The man turned unsteadily toward her and Prism pushed up against the brick wall behind her, in an instant her flesh transformed it’s self into a mimic of the cold gray stone work. The drunken man staggered by, apparently having trouble with his button fly, a large patch of urine spread down his oblivious leg. She hadn’t have bothered, she realized, if I had laid down spread eagle before him with my delicious pussy raised, he wouldn’t have seen me. Huh, oh well, it was good practice. Prism could chameleon her body to blend into large swaths of color or simple patterns, but not so well yet that a good hard inspection at a close distance couldn’t make her out. But it was definitely better than a trench coat and the shadows.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I thought you said you could fly that thing!” Cat-o-nine-tails growled as she helped one of the twins, she wasn’t sure which, down from the swaying rope ladder dangling out of the belly of the Darksider dirigible, and onto terra-firma.

Night Owl glanced back behind her up at the large dirigible that had plowed into the side of a building doing extensive damage to both. “It’s never done that before.”

“No kidding,” Cat-o-nine-tails sneered. “Yowl!” Khan had dropped off the ladder and landed on Cato-nine-tails booted foot.

“Sorry,” Khan whispered.

Night Owl was ignoring them and starring off to her right, when another large explosion rocked the building and dirigible. Debris began to rain down and the Darksiders scrambled to a safe distance. When they stopped running Cat-o-nine-tails turned to berate Night Owl again only to notice she was staring at something behind them. She turned to look and there sitting on the ground with her hands behind her back supporting her form her obvious recent fall from the explosion was a naked young woman with red long hair, looking confused and shaken.

“She’s just crossed over,” Night Owl mumbled. “I can tell because whenever some one first crosses over they have a slight aura about them that my sensors can pick up. She was there after the first explosion.”

“Are you sure, I was the first one down and I scouted the area and didn’t see any one.” Griffin said moving up behind the stunned girl.

“She was invisible to normal spectrum then.” Night Owl frowned behind her masks lenses trying to make sense of the data it was flinging at her.

Just then the girl seemed to realize the small group of oddly dressed half naked women could see her and she shrieked and vanished in a rapid shimmer.

“What the hell!” Griffin stumbled back, “she’s gone!”

“No she’s over there cowering behind that tree,” Night Owl calmly pointed her chin.

Instant Shade teleported behind the tree, “she’s not here!”

“You can’t see her but she’s there. She’s invisible.” Night Owl mused.

“But your sensors can detect her,” Cat-o-nine-tails asked?

“No, I can’t see her, but I can see the whole she’s punching in the spectrum and which in turn is bleeding over her. It’s like her body is eating the light around her. I can see it slow and swirl as it slowly dissolves into her. I’ve never seen light behave like that. If it wasn’t for the placenta of crossing the planes still clinging to her, I doubt I could even see that. She’s fading even now.”

“Then we had best grab her now!” Griffin began to move.

“There’s no need. She’s not a viable target. The poor thing is scared to death. Khan you stay with her, the rest of us will continue on foot. The Gorgon is very near.”

“So is Madame Ying and Madame Yang,” Shadow appeared in smoky purple tendrils next to Night Owl. “But in the other direction.”

“Alright, Shade and Shadow you try and pin down the Ying and Yang sisters, but don’t try and take them down on your own. Just locate them and wait for us. The rest of us will take out the Gorgon. That will bring the old man and that brute of his; we can ask his advice about the Ying and Yang sisters.”

“Sounds like a plan. Avery bad one,” Cat-o-nine-tails scoffed.

“Okay let’s do this,” Night Owl stated, ignoring Cat-o-nine-tails, this was no time to settle the pecking order. The groups split up into the storm growing night leaving the dirigible and building smoking hazily behind them. The shadow realm didn’t have police or firefighters as the dayling world had, the Hands had various equivalents but they moved differently so the street remained bare of any but smoldering debris and Khan.

“Are you alright,” Khan said softly to the tree?

“Inviso-Girl had never tried to talk while ‘phased’ before and her voice seemed to fluctuate wildly in pitch and volume.

“It’s hard to understand you.” Khan frowned.

Inviso-Girl appeared behind Khan and before she knew it Aubrey had collapsed crying into Khans small but iron limbed arms. Everything seemed so confusing to Aubrey. She had been walking down a street when suddenly a building had exploded right next to her. The force of it had sent her tumbling, and when she had regained her feet everything seemed different. There was an enormous ship smashed into the building, which she hadn’t noticed before, and the buildings seemed different, and the whole sky seemed deeper fuller more vivid and enriched. The very air and ground seemed thick and vibrant almost primordial with uncontrollable sexual life. As if creation it’s self were bursting in all directions. Gone were the tired thin feeling wash of the air and city from before the explosion, here was a world of intense passions and it made no sense to her, nothing did!

Khan was somewhat confused by the crying girl. Khan liked to drink a lot, and now that Night Owl had shown her she could lay with a woman as well as the cold icy touch of the ancestor sprits, she had found she really enjoyed that too. Now the touch of the girl’s soft flesh against Khan was exciting her to no end, and she could feel the sprits approaching, gathering around her to watch. ‘It would be good to feed the spirits now, so she would they would have a greater desire to come to her aid in battle latter, Khan reasoned. “Do you want to wrestle?” Khan asked the surprised girl in her arms. And smiling Khan grappled the red headed girl almost a foot taller than her and leg wiped her to the soft loamy ground at the base of the tree. The soft thud of their bodies woke the tired old tree and at the end of every branch thousands of eye balls blinked open and peered absently upon twisting branches at the two figures entertained and tossing abut at it’s roots. ‘Hmm,’ thought the tree, ‘it must be sweeps week.’

Aubrey quickly turned into Inviso-Girl as there was no way she could compete in strength or agility to her grunting laughing opponent who she only wished to escape, ‘surely this was no time for games?’ But this was a serious mistake, for in her invisible form the contact of hot flesh against her own body instantly tripped needs long repressed and her skin of fire quickly began to answer Khan’s also desperate needs to rhythmic effect.

Latter, once again visible and laying in Khan’s lap, as she in turn lay against the wind moaning tree trunk, Aubrey realized everything was a learning experience. She had found her first sexual experience with a woman to have been delightful for example, and she had found that she could not hold her invisible state through the intensity of an orgasm. And she was certain that no matter how she shifted her body, there seemed to be a tree root poking at her cum sticky ass hole. But that was alright, everything was alright, everything felt wonderfully good. “Do those old men always gather around when you, you know, ‘do it’?” Aubrey murmured in her still sated daze.

“Yes,” said Khan. “Could you see them too?”

“Only when I was invisible and only when I was touching, you’re eh, special place.” Khan nodded, this girl was really strange, she seemed so restrained, but when her juices were flowing she was screaming out obscenities and blow by blow color commentary descriptions that had briefly unnerved the small warrior. “Did it hurt to get all of those?” Aubrey dreamily asked tracing a finger over one of Khan’s tattoos.

“I was born with them,” Khan replied. “Look we had better go check on the others now that you are feeling better and my body feels fully charged.”

“But,” Khan pulled Aubrey to her feet as she stood up from the love packed ground, “I, I mean, surely we have time for, you know a quickie? I mean, I may still be a little woozy and you look like you need some more charging and -” Khan dragged her by the hand.

‘Night Owl is going to like this woman!’ Khan smiled to her self as finally the girl fell into willing obedience behind her trotting form. ‘She’s as horny as a herd of mountain goats!’

CHAPTER EIGHT

While Inviso-girl and Khan where pressing their flesh in introductions and the tree was wondering what kind of strange dogs those were; Shade and Shadow were busily eyeing the room before them. The Ying and Yang blips had frustratingly vanished off their radar as soon as the twins had entered the large series of warehouses as it always did when they got close to the Daughters of the Dragon. The rest of the rooms had so far been dark and full of odd hulking dangerous shapes and shadows. Perfect in other words for the two twins, but this next room was bare and intensely lit by over head mercury lights. And the two twins hesitated at its threshold. Their powers faded drastically in absolute dark or in absolute light, they were creatures geared for the twilight, and a room so obviously set up to strip them of the full force of their powers had to be a trap .But the closeness of the Ying and Yang sisters tore at them like a hook in their lips and the boiling personal vendetta it evoked in both sets of twins could not be turned away from. Cautiously one of the twins entered the room. They had thought it wise not to both enter what might be an obvious trap. Shadow watched wearily from the large open door as Shade slipped into the bright room. By the time Shade had reached the center of the brightly lit bare room, her ever present purple tenderized smoke wisps that always surrounded each girl once she was in costume, had already noticeably faded. The octopus clouds that normally enveloped around her for several yards had shrunk down under the glaring light to a pillar about her very body. By the time she reached the only other distant door at the far side of the room, the purple mist had barely managed to rise up to her waist. As Shade was the twin who had received the bottomless suit this time, it meant that the violet smoke weaved tantalizingly about her dirty blonde snatch in a peep show of now you see it now you don’t. Taking a backwards glance at her distant sister, Shade turned back to the door and tried the heavy metal handle. It was locked and the smooth plate beneath the handle showed no key hole of any kind. Just then Shade heard her sister scream and she spun around to see the distant door way empty of her twin’s form. She began to race back to the empty open door way, only to watch in horror as a large metal plate began to lower into place sealing it. She tried to teleport beyond it before it sealed, as she could only teleport through an open distance via line of sight, but she never got to try her luck and skill, as that moment the entire lights in the white metal room began to strobe. Neither twin had ever realized that powerful strobe lights could render them briefly helpless. Shade collapsed rolling to the floor, it was like some one had knocked all the wind out of her, and she struggled to regain her feet. The vertigo was intense but she staggered on to the now closed door panel.

No sooner had her sister Shade reached the other door and tried it, than the entire floor beneath Shadow had given way and she felt her self tumbling into darkness. The fall ended abruptly and before she could gather her wits an icy cold had reached out and clasped the back of her neck. The touch become a momentary searing pain but then gave way to wave after wave of blissful rapture, unable to withstand the wet explosions in her pussy demands upon her long taxed body, Shadow slipped into an unconscious state. Her sexual energies bleed away in pulsing rapture, the costume seemed to shudder upon her limp body and then burst into thick chalky smoke. Instantly above her, her own sister’s costume vanished as well, leaving the girl who had like wise been living off its enhanced energies over the past several sleepless days to collapse in exhaustion as well. The naked blonde teenager hung limp in the Medusa’s grasp as above her Madame Ying and Madame Yang entered the strobe lit room from both doors and converged in the center above the limp unconscious Darksider. Both smiled behind their heavy shades and laughed.

CHAPTER NINE

While the Medusa and the Ying and Yang twins were easily capturing the blonde teen age twins Shade and Shadow, only a few long black wharf blocks away, Night Owl was leading Minx, Griffin, and Cat-o-nine- tails into a pincher movement around the Gorgon who had failed to surprise them with a trap and had run into a near by abandoned factory. Night Owl kept her head on a swivel as she headed in point to hopefully draw the Gorgon towards her and into the advancing flankers of Cat-o-nine-tails on her left moving silently along the bay side, and Griffin on her right, sweeping a little louder but much vaster on the city and river side. Minx brought up the rear, about twenty yards behind Night Owl, of the three new recruits Minx was the weaker out of her suit, but init her tail gave her an early warning alarm keyed on the flow and flux of the shadow lands tides and rhythms. It could ‘sniff’ out a threat well before Night Owls sensors could. That made her an ideal rearguard, she was virtually impossible to sneak up on, especially from her back side. What had Night Owl so very concerned was that it wasn’t in the nature of the Gorgon to retreat from a battle, and where was the Medusa? The two traveled in pairs as much as Shade and Shadow did. She paused at the thought of the two twins, she had expected to receive a telekinetic message from which ever girl had that power this time, Shadow wasn’t it? But so far she had heard nothing, the two had been working on their own for quiet some time and they had obviously lost some of the basic team ideals. She would have to re-educate them on those at a latter date, for now she shook all thoughts of the two twins from her mind and concentrated at the task at hand.

When the Gorgon struck, all subterfuge gone, in a mad rabid dash at Night Owl she was momentarily taken a back and staggered out of reach of the woman’s clutches at barely the last second. This had brought both women crashing through a windowed wall and back out into the storm tossed yard between storage buildings. She tossed a few flare and flash bombs which her own visor automatically screened out and moved rapidly around the stunned and still lunging Gorgon. Night Owl pulled a rapidly expanding net from her belt, primitive but she need only keep the target occupied as the others closed in and use their various powers in the manner she had laid out for them. In the half light under the boiling night sky the Gorgon stumbled over some lose pipes upon the ground and Night Owl tossed the still expanding drag net.

As Night Owl yanked the net secure over the thrashing Gorgon, a lone figure nonchalantly walked up behind her and casually picking up one of the pipes the Gorgon had slipped on, battered the helmet right off the star blinking super heroine. Night Owl sunk forward right next to the Gorgon who promptly discharged a small cloud of her vile green chloral-rape gas from the mouth of her mask. Night Owl slipped helpless into convulsive orgasmic shudders.

Valerie Vampussy smiled at the Gorgon and dropped her rusted pipe to the ground, as the Gorgon struggled out of the sticky twines of the net. Valerie’s smirk at this fell dead on her face as she looked up at another figure approaching her, Goth Chixxx, her body covered in long black straps, buckles, and vinyl slipped out of the shadows and looked over the prone figure of Night Owl who’s ass humped at the empty air as a steady stream of juices splattered her naked thighs.

“She was always a wet blanket,” Goth Chixxx toed Night Owl’s cape where it was sopping up the moaning girls steady ejaculations. “If everything has gone to plan, then Medusa who I sent our plan to the Ying Yang sisters has already taken care of the Shade and Shadow brats. Medusa had already hypnotized Griffin before she distracted Night Owl for you. And with Griffin’s help the two of us took out that Cat-o-nine-tails broad. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Yes master,” Griffin answered in a glazed voice behind Valerie. And she spun both shivering that the woman had got so close to her without her knowing it, and at the at the sight of her milky white pupils less eyes.

“Gas her, I don’t want to take any chances,” Goth Chixxx snarled. The Gorgon walked past Valerie who winced at the stench of the Gorgon despite her self. The gorgon grabbed the hypnotized Griffin by each shoulder and leaned in and sprayed her face with the secreted vapor form her mouth ducts. She held the Darksider up right not letting her collapse, showering her with the gas with a vicious glee. The ebony warrior danced spasmodic in ever increasing rip tides of orgasm. “And you took care of the Minx?” Goth Chixxx asked Valerie obviously bored or indifferent to the Gorgons display of power over the fallen Darksider.

“Yes, just like you said the device caused her tail to short circuit and increase it’s pulsing vibrations until she was so far gone in sexual arousal that I just walked up and put her to sleep with the dart gun. It worked just like you said.” Valerie handed the gun and the little black box with the dial she had slowly increased the Minx’s tail to distraction with.

“Excellent! That just leaves that little slut Khan. You’re sure Pigeon said she was left standing guard over their wrecked ship?” Goth Chixxx asked Vampussy.

“Yes,” she answered trying to ignore the wet sucking and pig like grunts of the Gorgon as she feasted on the pussy juices she needed to replenish her gas powers.

“And how was dear old Pigeon?” Goth Chixxx asked absently as she put the dart gun and little black box away.

“Delicious,” Valerie purred, licking her thick pillow lips and catching a lost left over fleck of sperm.

“Glad to here it and the body?” Goth Chixxx was now moving on.

“Threw it into the sewers.” Valerie hurried to follow.

“Hmm,” Goth Chixxx didn’t seem too happy to hear that. She turned and snapped a finger, “Bring that.”

Valerie turned and grabbed the cape of the still cumming Night Owl and dragged her after the rapidly departing Goth Chixxx.

“We have a small advantage now, a window of opportunity. We won’t attack the old man head on in his lair on his little island. Male’s seldom can wield the great tantric rift of powers, but the few who do, are powers to be reckoned with indeed. But we will soon have all his Darksiders, and with out little bargain chips, we will soon have the old man him self and a direct access to the Guild of Shadows. Soon, soon, but first we need to scoop up Khan before the old man can figure out what’s going on and whisk her away to safety. Hurry now!” And Goth Chixxx rushed into the storm gathering night.

“Hurry, that’s easy for you to say,” Valerie grumbled as she yanked on the edge of the stubborn heavy cape. Behind her the Gorgon belched loudly and Vampussy ‘tisked’ in disgust.

CHAPTER TEN

The old man in the rattan wheel chair looked over the dazed shivering girl lying on the green lush sward of his island lawn. Behind him Khan paced nervously biting at her nails; the old man had whisked them away just as the whole swarm had chased them down and cornered them. Khan liked a fight but she was worried about the others and kind of relived to have escaped. The old man seemed more concerned with the girl Khan had with her rather than finding her lost Darksider comrades. The old man sent Khan off some distance so he could talk to the girl alone.

The old man spoke. “Feeling a little better?” The girl before him nodded and shifted her body into a seated pose unconsciously covering up her nakedness. “Here drink this, it will help. It’s not easy being dragged through space and time, but I’m sure you already know that.” The girl took the tall condensation beaded glass from off the sliver tray, which the large hulking mute struggled to lower down to her, and drank from it. It did make her feel better, it seemed to pour through and cause all those crystal spears of spider webs piercing her body to melt like sugared glass under warm honey. “Don’t try to talk yet; you’ll only end up coughing and retching all over your self again. Let me do the talking for a while, after all you must have several questions which I doubt any one has had the proper manners to answer for you.” The girl took the towel the large man had offered her, seemingly out of thin air, and used it to absently wipe some of the vomit from her self, she still felt a little shaky. “We’ll skip more formal introductions until your feeling better, but there are a few things that simply can’t wait.” The old man shot out a long bony arm which seemed to cover more distance that it should and it, light as one of the strange large butterflies flittering around them, landed on her forehead. It lasted but a second, or several minutes, she couldn’t be sure, but she felt that the light around them had changed, that time had passed, that something had unlocked some where. “Hmmm“, the old man pondered in thought his hand now crooked at his thin chin. She was just beginning to notice her nakedness when he seemed to make up his mind and began to speak again. As he did so the slight senses of danger and menace she had not until then noticed passed from around her, as if only by it’s leaving was she aware of it ever having been there. “Listen to me child, yours is not a power to be taken lightly. Nor is it one rapidly delved and understood, but this much is certain, you have been split. I’ve seen it before in daylings who suddenly find themselves masters of new powers. The force of the power it’s self can not be contained nor destroyed, so it cracks the vessel into which it pours. Hear me, in time you’ll understand this better, but for now understand this; you are not only dayling Aubrey Hunter and Inviso-Girl, but you are also Prism. Your own worse enemy lurks within your very self and has access as your self in another persona to powers quiet different from you own. You can never destroy her, without destroying yourself, but you do have the advantage of knowing she exists, which is more than she knows about you. You’ll have to come to terms with this other you living inside your self who pops out with her own agendas as she wills. For now it will be my secret and yours, as I see no reason to tell any one else about it. Perhaps in time we may be able to solve this some what interesting problem of yours. Now, before we continue, have a sugar cookie.” Aubrey took a rather large solitary cookie off a blue glass plate that the large mute suddenly lowered before her, and began to almost mechanically nibble on it. “And make sure you eat it all. It will counteract that poison you just drank. Welcome to the Darksiders Inviso-Girl.”