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Another quick ‘what can we do in an hour or two’ short story as the longer projects wait for more time than I have. Still trying to figure out what a ‘paragraph’ is? I think it’s some kind of pre-Cambrian fish only sold in the finer restaurants west of Java? Rook.

JUST 4 FUN

“I call it; ‘THE COFFE BOMB.’ No listen, I was looking in the mirror the other day and I notice that before my third cup of coffee I am totally zombie. I mean; open drooling mouth, eyes heavily lidded, and hair standing straight up, limbs numb and smacking into everything, you know, zombie! So I was thinking maybe a super concentrated espresso of coffee could sort of un-zombiefy you know, zombies!”

“Please Pristine not now,” the man in the lab coat was hurrying down the crowded hallway somehow managing to weave through the murmuring crowd, adjust his glasses, juggle an arm load of books, and nod and say a quick drive-by hello to Justine. “Good morning Justine.”

Pristine was hurrying fast to keep up with the sandy haired rather handsome thirty year old man and didn’t bother to give Justine any look whatsoever as she continued after him. “But I was up half the night working it all out. See I made diagrams and everything. I even made a decaf-bomb for those zombies who have sensitive stomachs…” the pair vanished into the milling crowd almost as instantly as they had appeared.

Justine breathed an inward sigh of relief. The last thing she needed today was professor Hawkwine or his postgrad tagalong Pristine stopping to chat and bringing her into the center of attention in the maelstrom of the school hallway between classes.

Justine desperately tried to maintain a low profile. Invisible would have been the ideal for the often embarrassed young woman who had had a crimson cheek puberty of almost constant blundering embarrassing moments since entering the special advanced school for gifted children three years ago.

It didn’t help that her mother and father were two of the most brilliant and respectable scientists now heading the global think tank a thousand miles away out on the east coast. Or that her mother, a staunch feminist, had insisted on both taking her father’s name and keeping her own thus creating out of the two names; Edward Baggs and Eliza Funz, her atrocious hyphenated name Justine Funz-Baggs. Yes, her freaking name was ‘Funz-Baggs!’

And to make matters worse she was the only girl in a school of scrawny nerd girls who had a cup size over a double AA. WAY over a double AA, in fact she was a KK cup the last time she tried desperately to squeeze them into a bra which was on her first day in the new school but a sneeze and a wardrobe malfunction had ended any further attempts on her part to try and harness her mighty full round firm melons in any kind of undergarment since and she had been doing some growing since then!

A thin long limbed bean pole of a girl Justine wiggled and jiggled around with the seemingly impossible  glued on looking full round buttocks and protruding round firm breast of a sex bomb of some genetically impossible airbrushed photo shopped pin-up model much to her constant embarrassment and nervousness. And the embarrassments just wouldn’t end! Just the other day desperately late for her field hockey game she had put her jersey on backwards and had played the whole game with ‘Funz-Baggs’ stretched blazingly across her huge jiggling chest. The realized later embarrassment was compounded by her high scoring and skillful defense which resulted in several photos of her appearing in the sports page of the newspaper as well as images of her being prominently posted on the school web page which in turn elicited such comments and responses that she never thought she would stop blushing from them.

Her full jutting breasts seemed to generate unwanted comments from every passerby. As if just having such an impossibly full firm pair of breasts on such a skinny youthful frame was instant justification for men and yes even women to make offhand glib comments without a hint of conscious repercussions on their part. Just last week at the school booth for the science and art fair a man had been absently talking to her passing the time when he seemed to off handily notice her name badge; ‘Justine’ stuck to her tight swoop neck sweater above her left breast and he asked, “what did you name the other one?” And he had been one of the judges!

It wasn’t her fault she wore tight clothes! You try finding something other than a garbage sack that can cover a double KK cup firm jutting breast with a nineteen inch waist and a back as narrow and small as hers! To buy pants that fit her waist meant they would never squeeze over her full pert high hipped bottom! She had no choice with her long legs but to wear low rise jeans as any pair of jeans she put on instantly became low rise jeans with the upper pale moon crescents of her butt cheeks pushing up and out like Pillsbury biscuits rising up on a cookie sheet.

Skirts were a little better though they did sort of make her bite her lower plush thick pillow lips as she tended to wear lacy thongs rather than the full covering white cotton Mary-Jane’s the other girls revealed in the locker room; that is when she wore any underwear at all! She also noticed that she was the only girl in school who did not shave away her pubic hair or trim it down into a little ‘landing strip.’ Her active Aphrodite gene meant her pubic hair grew back in only a few hours’ time if she did shave it and it tended to grow back thicker and more luxurious each time so she had just sighed and resigned herself to walking around with a ‘full beard’ as she called it.

She was smart and the other girls liked her as she was very personable and polite. ‘Always be nice,’ her mother would say, ‘because that way you can get in a free shot to the nads when occasion calls.’ Justine often wondered about her mother lately since she was now out on her own and meeting more people. Mothers usually did not keep an assortment of strap-on’s in their wardrobe or latex corsets she had found out. She barely knew her father who was always very nice to her but always locked away in his lab or away on government business even before both he and her mother had left for the coast to head the prestigious international think tank; sort of dumping her in off hand passing into the school for the gifted as they waved good-bye and mounted the stairs to their new government granted privet jet.

She certainly wasn’t wealthy. She worked a part-time job at a local hobby store a few blocks from the school dorms. She knew nothing really about sports though she was very good at field hockey despite her body not really being designed for running around or really designed for moving much at all without her bumping her boobs or butt into things and knocking them over or her boobs bumping into her chin or blocking her sight if she did dare to sprint. But she never watched sports and found the idea of sitting around watching other people competing to be insanely dull and pointless. So she knew nothing of football or soccer or baseball and since the manager of the store kept insisting on pulling her from the art and painting department to run the athletic department cash register she had found her job boring. But he kept putting her in that department because when she was there the sales went through the roof.

This might be because she was a very book smart young girl but not a very street experienced young girl. But she was decidedly practical and brazen despite her embarrassments over her name or people staring or commenting about her body she had a cold indifferent detached manner to all things confusing and believed in a studied hands on approach to reaching the most direct and practical solution. This she had undoubtedly gotten from her mother who had once when the family house keeper had become ill and had to make the meals for the family came home from shopping with a live chicken explaining, ‘now we can have eggs in the morning and roasted chicken in the evening.’ Instead they had a new pet chicken (which in reality was a rooster not a chicken) that ran around the house named, ‘Oliver.’ Much to their cat’s shocked horror.

So how did Justine being put in the sports department of the hobby store increase sales? Well one passing example might be that when a young man approached her and somewhat embarrassingly asked if she could help him pick out an athletic supporter as he was a bit confused by the various sizes. She had put a finger to her small pale chin and rolled up her large beautiful eyes in her beautiful face and said, “Well that’s stupid there’s no size chart and this info on the back of the packages makes no sense… I got it!” and before the boy could blink his suddenly bulging eyes she had thrust her hand down the front of his jeans and started squeezing and feeling his penis and balls, “Let’s see looks like you will need a ‘small’… no wait! Maybe a ‘medium’?... no! Maybe a ‘large’! Gosh! I would say you might need one of the ‘extra-large sizes’?!”

The store sold a lot of ‘extra-large’ cups and supporters after that and the various boys and men learned to stuff socks in them to make them fit when they competed.

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Justine Funz-Baggs dealt with the usual teen angst plus the extra moody dark-weather storms that oft accompanied a young girl with such a body inspiring lusts coupled with her beautiful and innocent looking fresh youthful face but it was the Aphrodite awakened gene that really gave her hell every morning, noon, sunset, and night by the platter full.

The gene not only kept her body pumped and full blossomed but stoked that body with bursting juices of the goddesses desire was for reproduction above all else. In short it kept the easily embarrassed teen horny as a goat.

She had no boyfriend. Never had one. She was too shy to even hang out near a group of boys lest their wide eyed open drooling mouth unabashed stares of her and their throbbing bulges in their tight pants cause her to become flushed and awkward and embarrass her by her saying or doing something foolish. So she clutched her books to her overinflated chest and tried hard not to shake and wiggle her ‘mind of its own’ butt too much and kept her head down as much as she could until the final bell of the day would release her form her misery and boredom.

If it was a work night then the misery and boredom would continue but if it was a night left to her and the homework was not too bad she would be able to do the one and only thing that kept her sane and happy. She would patrol.

After all she was an awakened Aphrodite gene young woman. And in her case the gene gave her not only a body designed by the goddess of love for fornications and lust but also graced in the splendor of beauty and agility and self-healing and a wicked haymaker right punch that could almost level a brahma bull in full charge.

Besides she liked dressing up in slutty tight latex costumes, which she was pretty sure something else she had got from her mother.

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Patrol was wonderful! It was joyous fun and it almost made up for everything else in her life that was rotten and dull. Almost. Nothing would make up for the time the young teen had tried to fix the dorm room shower and gotten utterly soaked; plastering her white t-shirt to her bra-less rack and her white yoga pant shorts to her curvaceous hips.

Not only was she essentially naked with the tight clingy cloth leaving nothing to the imagination but the water that had unexpectedly erupted out had been ice cold and her always puffy large areolas and thumb thick nipples had seemed to take on an even more exaggerated ‘HEY! LOOK AT ME!’ stance upon her quivering dripping chest. Her soaked deeply camel toeing crotch was brandishing up her thick bush for all the world to see!

AND it just so happened that at that moment some ditz decided to burn her hotplate full of sausages and set her curtains on fire! Off goes the fire alarm and out a petrified Justin had gone shoulder to shoulder with the crowd of girls which her six one lanky frame towered over. And fate not laughing hard enough yet, had Justine stumble over the poor girl who had fallen asleep at her desk head on lap top with her wieners burning and curtain aflame and she had carried the unconscious girl outside. This of course required every newspaper and internet reporter in town to insist on both photographing her in her near nude state and keeping her there shivering in the night helpless as they and the fire marshal grilled her with inane questions. Yeah, her life sucked.

But patrol was marvelous! She loved the thrill of it! Slinking around in her tight glossy costume, keeping to the shadows of the rooftops and alleyways, and peering through the sleeping city’s gloomy night life for those people doing wrong. And they were out there, by the dozens, every night, for such a normally quiet city full of housewives and bustling workers during the daylight hours it became an odd warren of fearful shapes and lurking horrors. And it wasn’t just the bad guys. The ones who would rather risk punishment and steal so as to avoid honest work, no there were… things! Real monsters, creatures, that slurped and slithered out of the endless maze of sewers and subway tunnels and mines that laced and crisscrossed under the placid city streets; old fissures and cracks and abysses that ran back this way and that from the man-made excavations to the large swamp that ringed the dilapidated mostly abandoned north end of River City. Where foul things had always dwelled.

Patrol was always interesting. She never knew what she would find. Most nights it would be some local thugs trying to break into a pawn shop or into a warehouse. Sometimes it would be one of the local crime syndicates dumping a body or kidnapping a woman. But every now and then it would be something truly bizarre something truly strange like this:

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Justine stopped upon the lip of the roof overhang of the three story structure and peered down into the foggy mist erupting out of the sewer grates of the dark ill lit alleyway. The alleyway ran only a short distance between two old brick buildings of almost equal size one of which she now stood leaning forward on. A usually busy street now deserted in the midnight drone of early autumn sat at her left and on her far right the alleyway fell into the back side of a chain-link fence of a deserted weedy plot that ran along the back of almost an entire block of buildings on all four sides. When the spring floods would come and if they would prove too much for the army corps of engineer’s levies and the flood gates would have to be drawn across some of the lower lying streets it was into this weedy low sunken depression the excess water the storm sewers could not hold would come. A poor man’s storm cistern costing hundreds of thousands of dollars to construct and maintain rather than the hundreds of millions of dollars a concrete and block cistern would have cost.

The army corps of engineers built far more of these sunken depression grass fields in cities lining the river ways than they ever did of the more efficient block and concrete models. It may have left swaths of inner city property with sunken smelly chain-link fenced weedy fields full of gnarled trees and rusting debris but it beat flooded downtown streets every other decade or so. Besides the cities could write off the land as ‘natural habitat’ on their applications for federal grants though other than a few song birds and a murder of crows and skunks and raccoons and possums and hordes of rats one wondered what ‘natural habitat’ it provided for?

Justine frowned against the shadowy image directly before her and the strong pull of gravity on her heavy breasts that threatened to topple her over into the darkness below. She righted herself and put a hand on her shapely hip as she tapped her chin with a gloved finger. ‘There was definitely something down there in the shadows amongst the piles of uncollected garbage and it definitely seemed to be skulking. That seemed to warrant further investigation.’ So she eyed the area with a quick once over and dropped the three stories down into the alleyway.

Justine could not fly, but her body was very resilient to any form of physical damage which was very handy when you were packing forty pounds of tits on a sixty two pound frame. The landing jarred her knees and spine a bit as her boot heels smacked the fog damp tarmac of the dark alleyway but it was her jostling tits smacking her face that stole the little grunt from her as she stood up out of her crouch and peered quickly into the dark where she hazard the shadowy figure should have been.

It must have stepped back further into the heavy inky shadows for she could not make it out in the thin slant of light from the single overhead yellow bulb fitted above one of the stoop raised doors fitted into the side of the building she had just leapt down from, or from the dim wash of the foggy light spilling out from the street lamps behind her. She frowned again and instead of moving forward into the dark placed her hands on her hips and shuffled her feet into a wide stance and lowered her chin with grim set jaw.

“I am the super heroine, TEEN WRAITH! I am sure you have heard of me, oh and no boob jokes. No seriously I have heard them all. So now step out of those shadows there and if you’re a harmless homeless person I have a coupon for a free delousing at the shelter, but if you are, as I expect, some bad dude lurking about to do grievous harm to the unwary and innocent then come out and get your nads pounded! You vile fiend!”

The young girl had raised her hand and was pointing and jabbing her finger aggressively at the near shadows as her low cut plunging bustier tried desperately to contain her wildly leaping two heaping spoon full of her jiggling quivering breast flesh from spilling out of its straining cups. The thing in the shadows did not move. Empty silence greeted her great much practiced in of the dorm shower room mirror speech.

“Hey! I mean it! Come out of there, right this minute, or- else! So else you won’t even believe what hit you!”

The silence was more than palatable it was insulting.

“Ah man, I am Teen Wraith, you know. Not one of these slut Delta City whores in a discount bin bikini I got like mad skills and moves you wouldn’t believe. Now I am calling you out and you’re supposed to like stomp out and do your little song and dance spiel and then I boot your nuts and I haul your ass off to jail. What are you the frigging new guy or something?!”

Somewhere a cat meowed. Crickets chirped. But nothing moved in the wall of shadows.

“Fine! You want me to come in there and drag your sorry ass out here for your spanking?! That’s just fine with me pal! Just don’t expect me to show any mercy when you start crying for your mommy!” she lowered her pointing fist back down on her bubble butt hip and frowned brooding somberly. The shadowy figure had seemed rather… large, when she had viewed it from three stories up.

“I don’t know? Maybe it’s the name? I was Teen Vixen last week but the thug I was trying to collar started laughing so hard when I announced myself that he dropped the TV he was stealing. Man that was embarrassing. And I really, really liked that name too.” She tapped her chin looking up at the moon which seemed to rise and fall into a valley of smoke. “Before that I was Black Avenger but the two guys I was trying to bust started arguing with me and then each other because I am Caucasian. That went on forever, ugh. Losers!”

The pale light of the moon shimmered down for a moment and pealed back some of the inky darkness so she could just make out a large shadowy shape very lightly swaying as if shuffling it’s ponderous weight from one large tree trunk limb to the other.

“It’s not easy getting the name right you know. It’s not like you can chat about it on Facebook and get some feedback before you hit the streets. You just have to go for it and hope for the best. I mean seriously, ‘Flag Girl’?! What the hell does that even mean?!”

There was a low rising and lowering hum of insects and the pit-pat-tink of tiny winged caprices smacking against the street light bulb covering behind her and the lone yellow bulb before her where it was jabbing its lone naked yellow cone of light between her and the sombulating shape.

“I wanted to be Banshee but some dumb ass copyrighted it so I tried Howler and that IS a cool name but the first guy I came across was all like, (she lowered the pitch of her voice making it gruff and started talking in a comical dumb male voice) ‘you will be when I stick my dick in you bitch!’  (She returned to her normal wind chime voice)I mean, really, please! The dick on this guy was like something you would find floating with a toothpick in it in a rancid pool of cocktail sauce at the end of a New Year’s Eve party! I mean we are talking little iddy biddy ten incher here. I don’t know which of us was more embarrassed when he whipped it out? I know I couldn’t stop laughing and in fact I was laughing so hard when he angrily yanked up his zipper and his penis got caught in the zipper and he scurried off bowlegged and crying and I was laughing so freaking hard that I couldn’t straighten up and chase after him! Oh man, that was so hilarious! Ha-ha-ha!”

The shape seemed to mope.

“I was thinking Justice Teen or Teen Justice but you know I am going to get, ‘oh look, everybody it’s Jug-stice Tits or hey, it’s Tits and Jugs’ or some mindless bullshit. I mean I can’t face one bad guy and have him take me seriously it’s always with the big boob jokes. Hey, don’t get me wrong I mean these puppies seem to really distract those guys and most of them pack guns or knives so as long as they are staring and drooling I can always get a few good pops in and that’s pretty much all it takes to lay them out cold. So I am not knocking Mother Nature’s rather abundant bountiful blessing here. I am just saying that if she could have stopped at a double DD cup I really would have been more than satisfied or even if she would just stop their growth now as these babies keep getting bigger. And you know I hear all kinds of weird scary shit about how if you get milked and all that they can get even bigger?! I mean it’s all rumors you hear from the capes down in Delta City but still… I mean BIGGER?! Bigger than these?” She put her hands under her jutting breasts in their bustier demi-cups and lifted them which instantly caused her hands to disappear into the soft folds of her firm beast flesh. “I guess? I mean they say the larger they get the more power you have. Not really sure how that works but man I could dig some more power as a super heroine. I mean right now all I have is sort of limited invulnerability against physical attacks and I heal really fast and I got some extra strength but not a lot. I mean I can punch and kick really hard but I can’t lift up a car or anything like that.” She let go of her breasts which she was lifting up and down rapidly and tucked back in her large puffy areolas and hard nipples that had spilled out and frowned back at the shadow where a dry rustling emulated.

“Now whiter you like the name or not or the free peep show, you have had your laugh, but now it’s time for me to get some answers. I am a busy girl and I got mid-terms coming up!” And with that she promptly marched with fists clenched at her side straight into the blind shadows.

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When Justine the super heroine who may or may not have been called at that moment Teen Wraith (as I have lost track) moved boldly past the cone of yellow light spilling down between her and the large shadowy shape her large eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness on the other side of this circle of dim light. In just a few seconds she realized she was standing before a loose tarp that had blown its way and become tangled up over piles of trash bags.

“It’s just a tarp?!” Justine fingered the oily looking tarp with gloved fingers and sighed. “Bummer. I am SO glad I didn’t go into all about my classic retro diamond shaped eye mask or my sexy ass six hundred dollar boots. GWAD! How humiliating! I was threatening a freaking tarp! Please, please, please don’t let this show up on U-tube!” She quickly darted glances about her at the empty alleyway and street and grass lot beyond the chain-link fence biting her gloved thumb and searching for cellphones!

It was on the second nervous scouring of her environment for unblinking security cameras that she noticed another shadowy shape this time moving beyond the half collapsed chain-link fence. The hulking shape disappeared down into the lowering depression of the catch basin and vanished from the vantage point of her sight.

“Hmm, could be another tarp? But it looked like it was walking. I suppose I could check it out since I am here. Otherwise this night maybe rather a bust! Not even one pimp beating his hookers!”

Justine eyed the chain-link fence blocking off the alleyway from the sunken grassy weedy field but the fence was already knocked down in several places so there was no need to climb it which considering she was wearing six hundred dollar thigh high pointed toe stiletto boots was probably a good thing.

She moved through the mounds of trash bags and open piles of garbage that heaped up on both sides of the half collapsed fence and made her way without incident down the grassy weedy slope trying to relocate the hulking figure she had just seen a few minutes before.

She stopped several times as the footing was a bit too treacherous to walk and peer about for the shape so she had to look down at the ground and pick her way and then stop and survey around her for the elusive shape. As such she had gone rather far down into the surprisingly low expanse of the earthen storm basin before she caught sight of the hulking shape for a second time. Far down into the basin and a bit TOO close to the shape which was most definitely on the hulking shape side; she took an instinctive step back as she was only about a dozen feet from the towering creature and in doing so set her boot heal straight down on an aluminum beer can which made a very loud night piercing ‘crunch.’

She stopped dead and so did the big shape which slowly turned around toward her. This gave her several useful bits of information: first; the shape had a definite front and back and the back had been toward her which was of course always good when it came to great big hulking shapes but now the front was being turned toward her which was not so good. Second; it was most definitely not a tarp. Third; tarps weren’t really that bad when you stopped to think about it. I mean they don’t talk much and they listen well and they don’t have that tendency that very slowly turning menacing shapes have of wanting to tare your body into bloody little bits and make toothpaste out of your bones.

She resisted the urge to scream and run away and instead with shaking hands put her fists on her proud hips and swallowed twice to get the squeak out of her voice and said, “I am the super heroine… ah Teen Avenger!” She nodded slightly, ‘yeah, Teen Avenger sounded cool kind of catchy too.’ Then the smile playing about her luscious young lips faltered, ‘Teen Avenger’? T A? T & A?! Awe shit! Tits and Ass! It’s always something perverted. Damn it!’

The creature was still draped in shadow but she could make out the glint of at least one eye or seven she couldn’t be sure? ‘Seeing in the dark would be nice. If my tits are going to keep getting bigger then I should definitely like to get some kind of seeing in the dark power- AND FLIGHT!’

She dodged suddenly out of the way of a tree limb like arm which no doubt had a rather sizeable fist attached somewhere on the bit that went swooshing over her ducking yelping head.

Scrambling backwards up a weed choked hill in stiletto heeled six hundred dollar boots is not recommended though you won’t find any such warning on the box when you purchase them. In fact it was her falling down firmly on her round almost spherical pert bottom that caused the raspy chuckling creature to miss removing her head with its heavy swing. She was rather panicky wondering what was going to cause it to miss her sprawled sitting body with it’s over the head two handed pile driver that it was winding up now as her boot heels dug and slipped repeatedly in the moist clay of the basin refusing to give her the purchase she desperately needed to get back on her feet or scramble further backwards out of the way.

What saved her was the moon popping out for brief hello and her huge tits. The creature saw her enormous tits dancing in her bustier cleavage in the sudden moonlight and it paused in its pile driver’s apex to say in a rusted gate voice, “Teeeeeeeen Aveeeeeeenger. Tits an Asssssss! Ha-ha-ha!”

She stopped her frantic struggling and looked up at the creature and yanked down her top and winked; the creature stopped even longer to stare at the suddenly exposed wonders of nature as drool began to rain down in heavy syrup drops on exposed tits. She took a deep breath and then drove both her steel pin stiletto heels into the creature’s wide stance groin. The heels bit deep in soft flesh and she jerked and torqued her entire body this way and that using her hands upon the ground for increased leverage.

The creature at first made no sound it only froze and then its eyes bulged and started to water and then it wheezed and gasped and then it began to burble and howl and then it started singing the star spangle banner but only if the star spangle banner where being performed by a pack of tone death jackals who had been set alight and didn’t really know the tune and perhaps were simply alibiing something from Katy Perry instead.

“I will never ever bad talk you wonderful girls again,” Teen Avenger kissed each of her tits as she scrambled sideways from the collapsing monster who fell to its tree trunk like knees wailing. She did not wait for the second chorus but immediately began to land as many kicks and punches to the things head as she could while dancing away from its sudden angry lurches.

She slipped over a rusted pipe and snatched it up off the ground and began beating that over the monstrosities head and smacking it in the ass with it until it snapped in half and then she returned to kicking and punching until the creature rolled over on its back and she went to town stomping on its impressive package until it finally lay still having passed out with eyes rolled back into its head but still open and its testicles having retracted up into its body cavity in response to her savage stomping attacks. A thin trickle of blood flowed dark and steady from its limp penis roughly the size of her arm and it made a sad wailing moaning sound as it lay there with its belly heaving and its tongue lolling out of its bloody mouth.

Teen Avenger gasped and eyed the creature wearily and then fell down flat on her ass and then on her back breathless and exhausted. She lay like that for several minutes before struggling to her feet and putting her tits back into their holsters. “Nice work girls,” she panted and then noticed the prone figure of a woman nearby.

The woman was in a light blue negligee and must have been in her mid-thirties.  Teen Avenger picked up the unconscious woman and giving the now snoring creature one last side long glance started walking with her back toward the nearest edge of the fenced earthen basin. She did not go far before she found herself suddenly surrounded by a small group of men with flash lights who loudly accosted her and took the pale skinned curly red headed woman from her arms with many surprised thanks. She lead some of the mob to the creature who she was told have been slipping out of the large drain set in the center of the basin and stealing women away in the night never to be seen again. But when they arrived all were astonished to see the creature had vanished.

She was still showered with many thanks and handshakes and cellphone snaps where she stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes like the men did as they pointed at her chest and she made a promise to enter the basin and defeat the monster once and for all… but not tonight. The moon was setting and she was covered in icky clay mud and all those men touching and squeezing her had really got her motor reeving and she just wanted to go back to her dorm room to a nice hot shower, a large can of beer, and her favorite arm sized vibrator, ‘Oscar.’