Authors note: The following story and super heroine was created entirely because I wanted to write a story in the vein of the great Lester Dent’s ‘Zeppelin Tales’, I hope no one minds.
MISS LIBERTY BELLE
IN
“FOR WHOM THE BELLE TOLLS!”
Professor Harvon leaned on the railing of the promenade deck and blinked at the spectacle dizzily dancing through the sheets of cellon polymer glass sharply angled below him. A lone man in aviation coveralls was working on one of the five enormous diesel engines of the great Zeppelin air ship as the ocean boiled far beneath him. The engine, the passengers had been informed, was the portside reversing motor, only used in landings and thus of no immediate concern as they were still several days out from their docking mooring run in New York City, and moreover, the initial problem which had shown up on a routine test proved of little challenge for the capable crew. Still the spectacle of the tiny figure balancing so precariously from his safety line had captured most of the passengers attention that day, which Professor Harvon found somewhat welcoming after the constant attention his unwished for traveling companion tended to generate.
“Hi ya, Professor Hardon!”
The Professor sighed and turned to the sudden bouncing apparition appearing next to him, “I keep telling you Miss Liberty Belle, it is Professor Harvon.”
“Gosh, I’m sorry Professor Hardon, gee what’s everyone gapping at?! Holy Smokers! There’s a man out there!”
The Professor sighed and shook his head at the young super heroine who now stared open mouthed at the man dangling in his harness below them. “Yes, it is a crew man and he is making some adjustments to the engine.”
“Jeepers! Maybe I should go and help him?!”
“No, no I don’t think that would be such a good idea.” The Professor excitedly waved his open palms at the plucky young teenager.
“But-”
“No, no, remember what happened when you tried to help the cook, and again when the steward was servicing the state rooms, and when the Captain was giving us a tour of the ship, and, and -” The Professor waved down the youthful interrupting protests of his would be security guard. “Besides, your country has sent you to protect me until I reach your U.S. of A. safely, yes? Well, how can you guard me against spies and kidnapping and threats if you are out there gallivanting around? Hmm? Yes, you just stay put here and let those who know what they are doing do what they are doing. Good intention sometimes is not enough, eh? Let us just find some chairs and sit QUIETLY, yes? Please? Good!” The Professor sighed and motioned the young super heroine through the smiling throng back to where some rubber covered folding chairs had been set up along side a rubberized table. He would have much rather let the young boisterous girl go outside and thus be as far away from his person as possible, but the notion of the accident prone awkward teenager super heroine ‘helping’ out with one of the powerful engines of the great dirigible sent his head spinning with images of horror and catastrophe! UGH! He groaned and sat the young girl down in one chair and collapsed in the other mopping at his brow with his pocket square.
The young girl sat with her long arms folded together at the wrists, thrust between her long legs, and blew her lips in overwhelming boredom. Her right leg began to bounce up and down rapidly and the knee of her long thin left leg began to swing widely back and forth in a rapid pendulum arc of ceaseless motion. The Professor sighed, as he glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye. “Why don’t you get us some hot coco my dear?” The Professor smiled broadly.
“Would you like some hot chocolate, Professor Hardon?!” The girl suddenly perked up and beamed.
“Why yes, yes, I would.” The Professor smiled broadly.
“Alright then, two hot chocolate’s coming right up!” And the super heroine shot to her feet in a leap and smiling wide, giggled and skipped off through the crowd.
The Professor fell back into his chair and dropped his fake accent and fanned his sweating face with his handkerchief and moaned, “that little dynamo is going to be the death of me yet!”
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The steward, his right hand, forehead, and his right eye heavily bandaged carefully picked up the vulcanized tray and its cover from off of the carpeted floor and carefully turned around only to let out an involuntary shriek, which he struggled to contain! There standing before him was that super heroine; Liberty Belle!
“Hi ya! Whatcha doing?!” The lithe eighteen year old beamed a large full lip glossy smile at the frightened shaking young man.
“Nothing Miss! And I don’t need any help! Thank you very much!” The steward trembled as he tried to pry his back from the cabin door he had just closed and locked and had painfully slammed himself into at the shock of seeing her so suddenly before him!
The young waif frowned for a second at the strange man’s odd behavior and then shrugged, “We, that is the Professor Hardon and myself, would like a cup of hot chocolate, that is, two cups of hot chocolate, that is-”
“Yes mum, at once. Just go away, I mean, I will gladly bring it to you, mum. At once!” The steward risked a quick head bow and prayed.
“Alrighty-oh, then! Thanks ever so much!” The girl smiled broadly at him and swung her upper body back and forth with her hands crossed behind her small back, as the very odd man slowly slid along the wall away from her. She watched him go until he disappeared through another hatchway door in the hallway and then frowned as it abruptly slammed closed. He was acting very peculiarly! Miss Liberty Belle looked back at the door the young steward had just come out of when she had surprised him. She tried it, locked! What could he have been doing in there? Miss Liberty Belle had to admit many of the once nice normal seeming members of the crew had begun to behave strangely as they neared their goal. Could there be a spy amongst them? Perhaps several of the crew had been infiltrated or even replaced! The young girl gasped at the thought! She frowned again, what HAD that suspicious boy been up to in that cabin? She glanced rapidly about her and then reached for the door handle again.
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A lanky man pealed himself out of the crowd and approached the Professor. “Is this seat taken?” He asked pleasantly. The Professor stopped momentarily from whipping the back of his neck with his handkerchief and waved an absent minded welcome to the man who sat neatly down into the chair. The tall thin man smiled and then slowly leaned over toward the Professor while his eyes darted about him. “There’s been a development,” the man lowly whispered through clenched lips. The Professor frowned but said nothing. “Apparently the good Professor whom you replaced has escaped us and is even now back in United States agents hands.” The Professors eyes widened and he froze speechless! “You are now required to destroy the super heroine named; ‘Miss Liberty Belle’ as an act of counter balance for our loss! A pawn for a queen!” The man hissed and snarled, then his face now twisted in seething rage became placid once again and he rose from the chair and excused himself from the frightened Professor with a polite nod. “Do not fail us.” The Professor open mouth could only follow the retreating figure with his limply raised hand, muted from protest. “Oh bother!” He muttered and collapsed back into his chair in a depressed heap.
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Miss Liberty Belle closed the cabin door behind her. This was not an easy task to accomplish, as in attempting to surreptitiously open the locked portal she had first accidentally wrenched the handle off in her surprised hand and then accidentally buckled the door and then rented the door jamb and then finally had tore the upper corner of the door half off as her foot had simultaneously caved in the lower half as she had sought to brace her foot in seeking some purchase for leverage. In short, the door she butted shut with patty cakes from her full round hips resembled more a large wad of tinfoil than a proper metal cabin door!
In the small cabin she found a bed immediately to her left, a dresser in front of her and a small closet to her right. It was rather a tight little cabin and Miss Liberty Belle frowned at the prospect of what the odd little man had been doing in here? As she scowled over the small room trying to decide where to search first for whatever it might be that she may be looking for, her large bright blue eyes landed on the large mirror bolted to the metal cabin walls directly above the small metal dresser.
Never one to resist a mirror, Miss Liberty Belle gave herself a quick once over, sprucing a bit here and there as her critical eye landed on an unbecoming feature. Unbecoming in her eyes perhaps, but not the world that stared in awe as she passed! Either on the streets of New York or splashed across its front pages of the worlds breakfast newspapers! All in all, not a more beautiful debutant in all of 1929 could be found.
Miss Liberty Belle frowned and then smiled broadly at the bright glowing woman who beamed warmly back at her! She noted herself and turned to take in all her features as if at once and giggled at herself. She really was stunning, just like the Hollywood gossip columns out West constantly said!
There was the great thick shock of her long luxuriant chestnut brown hair which was loosely held by a sliver ribbon trimmed in gold behind her head before being allowed to flow down in a great large pony tail of waves to slap playfully against her raised haughty spherical deeply cleft peach shaped tight little perky behind. Her high peaked radiating ray tiara of shimmering silver that like lightning winked in great flashes from her thick locks blustering clouds. Her large twinkling ice blue eyes peeped at herself from behind their white silk silver sparkled tinged eye mask. Her young sweet beautiful face with its high cheek bones and easily blushing pale complexion, gave way to a small button nose and thick full naturally red lips that always seemed wet and glossy. Her neck was long and graceful and her small shoulders carried her great American Flag cape which swept out behind her upon the winds as it once had when it had flown above General George Washington’s troops at the siege of Yorktown in 1781. Upon her perhaps a little too thin young arms, she wore a brilliant white silver sparkling gauntlet glove upon her right hand and an equally bright white speckled gauntlet glove upon her left hand, both adorned around the wrists with thirteen silver stars, the flaring cuffs of both were trimmed in gold braid. Upon her bit thin long legs she wore high stiletto heeled glossy leather boots that rose up to her mid thighs. The right boot was again of shinny white with a dusting of silver glittering and the left white boot was of identical brilliance with an equal pitch of diamond like wash twinkling and both had silver stars running up their shins and were topped in gold braid trim and a wide red white and blue stripped garter held each boot top to her thin legs, and upon each knee a sliver eagle perched with wings spread. Upon her slim long frames ample hips and large full firm jutting bust she wore two white silk sashes, one draped over her right shoulder and taut over her ever jiggling left breast had the scroll of gold letters boldly claiming; “Liberty or Death!” upon it. And draped over her left shoulder an identical silk banner clung desperately in fear of being bucked off and dislodged from its weak purchase upon her equally never motionless right ample breast, stated categorically; “justice for all!” These two streamers of silk tugged ceaselessly tight over the pendulant girth of her mighty quaking bosom, crossed one another over the immense valley of her ripe breasts, pressing hard into the soft tender flesh of her breasts and causing her sensitive nipples to forever engorge at the thrumming sensation and perk themselves to full attention and prominent display under the almost translucent stretched fabric, before it disappeared behind her small back, crossed again and then returned to cross over themselves yet again just below her navel. Where they were pinned in place by a large silver metal eagle, whose out stretched wings joined to a slim sliver beaded string that held it precariously upon her soft slim stomach and thrusting hart shaped behind. This large silver eagle sat much like a Scotsman’s sporran pouch to hold down his kilt, so too the silver eagle sought in vain to tuck down the long flapping ends of the two silk ribbons which trimmed in sliver ended in each in two points of an inverted ‘V’ cutout. The other long end of the long silk streamers which wound about her opulent body fastened behind her neck, hidden under her great flag cloak, which its self was kept in place upon her shoulders by another large pin, this time in the shape of a large gold bell emblazoned with the relief of the phrase, “Liberty”! This then for the most part was Miss Liberty Belle’s costume, for she wore no garments underneath the fluttering sashes which had once hung in Philadelphia’s Independence Hall, and took no notice nor shame in the oft occasional flashes of her closely shorn crotch or bare backside as it offered up the mesmerizing view to any passerby.
Miss Liberty Belle gave herself a prideful nod of approval and returned to the task of searching the room. This took little more than a few minutes as the room was indeed quiet small and the passenger who owned it apparently had brought very little with them on the transatlantic trip.
Miss Liberty Belle placed her fists upon her hips as she slipped leaning to one side and frowned at the failure to find anything of a suspicious nature. And then it hit her! If there was nothing suspicious to be found in the cabin, it was because that funny little man had spirited it away! The tray! He must have hid it under that tray lid of his! Of course! Miss Liberty Belle flipped open the door which crashed to the floor and immediately bent over to retrieve it. Just then the startled owner of the little cabin appeared and before he could utter a word of quizzical protest his eyes fell past the young super heroine bent over at the waist and blinking up at him with her innocent large blue eyes and fell upon the waifs tiny tight smooth pussy so blatantly on display in the large mirror behind her! He gasped, turned red in the face and then stuttered incomprehensibly even as the girl had straightened up and replaced his cabin door. Well, replaced it as best she could, (it just sort of leaned there wedge now irrevocably fixed irresistibly in place as if wielded there despite the latter efforts of several crew members to budge it and allow the befuddled irate passenger access to his tantalizingly near but unreachable things), in the metal door frame, and then puzzled blinking at the drooling dazed odd man, the little super heroine waving a glove before his glazed wide eyes, she shrugged and left in hot pursuit of her mysterious steward and his suspicious tray!
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Professor Harvon reached into his blazer side pocket and felt the heavy weight of the small snub nose pistol which he had just retrieved from where it had been hidden secure to the underside of one of the radial duralumin girders which ran in great circle rings framing the ship. It had been held in its oilskin pouch to the girder with twists of wire and one of these had cut the Professors left index finger as he had shakily sought to remove the firearm. The injury was slight, but he nervously sucked at the painful appendage as he cautiously sought his way back to the passenger areas to find the super heroine Miss Liberty Belle. It would be undoubtedly an easy task to lure her with some false pretense back into the super structure of the air ship and get an easy shot at her gullible backside, but the girl possessed incredible strength and who knew what other super powers?! The reluctant man shook in fear at what might befall him if he but wounded the super heroine in his attempt to assassinate her! He had been chosen for the original mission because of his natural doppelganger looks to the real Professor Harvon, not for any covert abilities he possessed. He had been a desk clerk, a loyal party man, not a field agent! He felt his knees shaking and his mind raced as he tried to ponder how he could most assuredly carry out this difficult and danger fraught task!
The Professor stopped up short, half stepping past a sheer wire cable, there immediately before him, just exiting the double aluminum walls of the passenger area, via the double air lock, was none other than his very quarry. Miss Liberty Belle! She must be looking for me! He muffled a squeal of anxious fear and noted the two mugs steaming in both her gloved fists. The hot chocolate, if only they had given him poison to work with instead of this gun!
The young woman glanced about her and then smiled at him as he forced himself to unfreeze from his ungainly position of half leg raised over the wire and struggling to return her smile, forced himself on unsteady legs to walk forward onto the gangplank a few steps to meet her rapid approach. “Why, hello, my dear I-” She cut him off quickly as she neared.
“Here is our hot coco Professor Hardon! I hope you like it!” She immediately dropped her voice to a whisper once she was near him and rushed in excited sentences, “I believe we are being watched, Professor! I have uncovered a fiendish plot! Oh, here’s your coco.” The girl handed the proffered mug to the shaking Professor and took a deep sip out of hers.
He flinched as she spilled some of the hot beverage onto his wrist and then in suppressed alarm stuttered, “A-a-a Plot?!” Did she know about the other agent on board the great airship acting as his backup and contact ?
The girl nodded rapidly. “Yep! There’s a spy on board this very ship, but I lost him. He wasn’t in the lounge, the gangway, the promenade deck, the galley, the bridge, or any of the passenger cabins, so he must be out here in the super structure of the ship…hiding!” She winked at the Professor a large milk mustache above her smiling lips.
“ah-I-I-I” the Professor stuttered and found himself trying to shrug and gesture wildly with his upraised arms all at once.
“Don’t you want your hot chocolate? Can I have it? It’s very good. Are you sure you don’t want it? Thanks! Ever so much!” She took the mug out of his hands and giggle with glee at it, “hmmm miniature marshmallows!” Suddenly the cheery look fell from the super heroine’s face and she whipped her upper body around. There in the direction she was now looking stepped a bandaged steward who immediately yelped to see her! “That’s him, Professor! Quick defend yourself while I take care of this spy!” She thrust the Professor backwards off the gang plank and tripped him over the sheer wire sending him tumbling up hard against a longitude girder and the envelope of the outer skin! The heavy linen cloth treated with airplane dope and red oxide of lead to cut down the ACTINIC rays of the sun and an outer coating of aluminum paint to reflect the light and heat was like smacking into a brick wall and it sent the Professor reeling back again in half steps toward the lithe super heroine who was striding toward the fear and confusion frozen young steward.
The Professor reached into his coat pocket and unsteadily aimed the handgun at the caped back of the super heroine strutting grim faced away from him toward the cowering lad. She hadn’t gone far when she realized she was still holding the mug of hot chocolate in one of her hands and realizing it would hamper her in the very brief tussle that would no doubt ensue, she tossed the mug over her shoulder. The scalding contents of the mug landed fully on the raising wrist of the Professors wavering gun hand and he dropped the pistol which fell with a bounce into the shadows about him.
The surprised steward had seen the Professor draw the pistol and aim it at the young super heroine and his accidental drop of the deadly weapon and now his scrambling to relocate it. He pointed behind the glowering approaching super heroine and shouted for her to look out!
Miss Liberty Belle scoffed at the pointing warning of the young man, I mean how many times had she fallen for that old ploy? Ten, twenty, thirty? She blushed at how often she seemed to be tricked when confronting these cowardly male types who couldn’t handle a real woman one on one but had to resort to all kinds of diabolical deceits to delay their inevitable capture by the greatest of all women! Miss Liberty Belle! As all women were naturally superior to men, she in turn was superior to all women, how easy was it then to defeat these stupid males in their pathetic endeavors to harm others!
The Professor had found the handgun and once again raising it at the unprotected back of the young woman. It was obvious to the steward that she was not going to turn around and see this terrible danger to herself, there was nothing for it, the steward drew the large knife all crew men carry to make cuts into the side of the outer skin in case of emergency and jump with one of the fifty parachutes scattered on board the great ship. It was a single motion, the draw from his hip sheath to the strong throw of the knife, he did not expect that it would stop the man with the gun, but he felt it might cause the super heroine to look behind her after the knife’s passage.
Miss Liberty Belle gasped as the knife flew harmless past her in a blur, she spun in a blur of her own and from her eyes red beams shot out striking the knife in mid-air and causing it to melt into a splattering of searing metal! The Professor had naturally tried to haunch down upon seeing the young fling his knife at him and inevitable stumbled forward, dropping and kicking the handgun off into the shadows again.
Miss Liberty Belle never saw the hand gun only the Professor now staggering backwards to the lip of the rather large tearing hole her eye beams had made in the outer skin! She gasped as the Professor teetered on the edge of the rent and launched herself toward him to save him!
Unfortunately the action was misjudged and she careened into the chest of the Professor and sent both of them plunging out of the great air vessel! The Professor just managed to grab hold of the flapping lip of the almost tin like fabric of the outer skin and felt the young super heroine in turn latch on to his slacks. These promptly pulled off, and she rapidly clutched to the band of his boxer shorts, and these promptly slid off and then she was dangling several hundreds of feet above a now storm encroaching tossing ocean by a rather vice like one handed grip upon his painfully stretched manhood!
This would have been one of Miss Liberty Belle’s frequent educational lessons since finding her way into the confusing world of man, as she had never seen let alone touched a male’s ‘thingy’ before, but being unable to fly and finding herself for the first time in her brief career as a super heroine dangling outside of a zeppelin at several hundreds of feet above an increasingly angry and hostile looking ocean, she was rather preoccupied with other ‘new’ experiences to note this one even in the slightest and a bit too preoccupied with staring down at the long, long, drop beneath her churning feet and screaming to start noticing her unusual purchase anytime soon. In fact, she did not even notice when the appendage she was madly gripping with her steely fingers began to lift her several inches upwards of its own painful accord!
The steward looked with terror first out the still fraying hole where the two passengers had plunged no doubt to there deaths and then at the rapidly spreading fires that the molten slag of his once large knife were spreading everywhere about him. He especially looked with widening eyes at where the fires licked at the netting containing the goldbeater skin cells of hydrogen! He raced forward to a fire extinguisher and prayed! Through the ever increasing gapping hole of the outer skin, lighting flashed and it began to rain!
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The Professor bobbed in the great ocean swells gasping for breath in the choking foam spinning him about. He had almost pulled himself back inside the airship when the young girl clinging so desperately to his cock with one hand in an excited state of fear had tried to find additional hand holds for her free and frantically waving hand. This she achieved once upon one of his knees, his feet having been caught up behind his lower back in the lose flapping of the outer skin and some cable during his desperate attempts to find footing to aid his hands slipping grasp. This succeeded in dislodging his feet and the subsequent swaying aided in the dropping of the both of them several feet as the outer skin tore at the sudden shifting of their weight. Her once again free hand, having lost its grip upon his knee, now joined her first hands purchase, and she began sudden vain attempts to pull herself up, one hand over the other, as she continued to scream and howl and thrash about. No doubt she thought herself holding onto a piece of rope or cable, being unable to tare her eyes off the ocean depths bellow her, she continued in her terrified mechanical task of trying to climb up the rope in her, wet with sudden approaching storm rain, gloved slipping fists! With super heroine speed she was unknowingly milking the Professors much abused penis with a blur of slipping reaching hand over hand sliding grasps. He didn’t last long. He had but once to look down and observe those enormous jugs wet with rain jiggling beneath him to send his tortured body and mind reeling. With all strength abandoning his aching limbs, his numb fingers lost their hold and down the two of them plunged!
But not to their deaths. After a few horrifying moments in the raging broth of the sea, Miss Liberty Belle found the Professor and the apparent dunking seeming to having restored her nerves, the super heroine once again took command and pulled the Professor toward her amidst the deepening billows. She had found a piece of batting which had tumbled out of the great air ship as well and throwing her arms over it lay upon her back treading water with her powerful legs and bade the half drowned Professor to cling to her sashes. These quickly proved too slick in the broil of the pounding waves and she ordered him to clutch upon her own built in sea floats, her enormous breasts! This he did and so he rode out the worse of the swells deadly pitch, his hands and arms latched in a vice of grips around those huge udders, with his face pressed up against a thumb sized erect nipple that seemed to shudder and vibrate before his cross-eyed dazed unblinking gaze upon it, which in turn sat upon a dials of proud puffy palm sized areola, which seemed like an offering plate thrust thus before him.
“Don’t worry Professor, they will soon notice our departure and soon turn around and rescue us!” The woefully oblivious drenched super heroine nodded at the large air ship gliding high above but otherwise not far from them. The Professor looked up from the tantalizing nipple tickling his nose and up at the great air ship which at that very instant exploded into a gigantic fiery ball of orange molten light amidst the dark massing storm clouds!
“Wow! Never saw that one coming! Eh, Professor? Guess we are on our own for sure now!” The super heroine glanced down and smiled broadly at the waterlogged man. “Too bad about all those people though. Must have been a bomb planted by that spy! Lucky escape for us though!” Miss Liberty Belle nodded, her wet locks flipping about her head. The Professor sighed and lowered his head back down upon the pillow of her enormous breast and went back to absently studying the large perky nipple which seemed to be trying to communicate to him.
“Why me?” He moaned softly and sobbed. The nipple seemed to understand and smile and nod back at him reassuringly and he could only nod back at it, as he tossed in the dark storm gathering ocean waiting for his death.
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They passed the night in the storm tossed sea, but early morning found them both staggering out of the dying storm surge onto a tropical island’s sandy beach.
“What luck!” Miss Liberty Belle shouted as she unceremoniously dropped the gasping momentarily forgotten Professor to the hard sand beach, where his head banged loudly on a small rock, as she stared in awe at the trees dancing in the last shouts of the abating storm. The beach was somewhat steep and she ran up it quickly her bright eyes flashing in egger curiosity while the abandoned Professor groaned and clawed his way to the tree line after the energetic youth on his aching hands and knees.
After a brief and very limited exploration of the immediate surroundings, Miss Liberty Belle gave way in her desire to plunge into the hart of the hilly forest, and instead noted the good Professor’s weakened condition and sat about constructing a temporary camp for them to spend the night in order for him to rest and re-gather his strength. This she did by building first a fire to dry out what was left of the man’s clothes which now seemed to consist of little more than his shirt which he chose to wear curiously wrapt around his lower region instead on his upper body as its design intended? Men were often doing odd and curious things and Miss Liberty Belle shrugged at this and let it go for now. She used her eye beams to light the fire and fashion some crude shelter by cutting down some near by trees. Her great strength assisted her in this and some float some and jetsam no doubt from the destroyed air ship which continued to wash ashore throughout the day which the Professor dragged to their camp aided in adding some degree of comfort to there domicile.
What they chiefly lacked was food, and the two of them went out together to search for some means of sustenance. They hadn’t gone for when they came upon some scattered nut bearing trees which at the Professors insistence she climbed and tossed down the nuts to him, despite her assurances to him that her eye beams would have much easier done the job. Still, each time she had looked down between her legs as she clung to the trunk of one of the trees, there he was directly bellow her staring up at her with a large grin on his face. So, apparently seeing her in physical action reassured the man and she was glad that she was able to encourage him to a happier mood considering their somewhat dire circumstances at the moment.
After she had collected plenty of nuts of various sizes and shapes, they gathered them up in her cape and the good Professor was in such a raised sense of spirits that he insisted he help in carrying them back to their camp site. Thus it was that she lead the way and he followed keeping the mound of nuts heaped in her cape by means of holding on to the corners of her flag cape. However, she kept noting that he insisted on holding the back of her cape rather high and many of the nuts kept spilling out onto the ground, but he countered her admonishing in this by saying that he needed to see the treacherous footing before him. Still it was odd to look over her shoulder and see his arms raised high and his head underneath her cape, she could only wonder at and giggle at the stupidity of men!
Back at camp they sat by the low fire around which various drift found items hung on leaning bits of gnarled wooden limbs she had shorn from trees and dried under the influence of the growing sun and the smoky fire. Miss Liberty Belle cracked the hard cased nuts in her hand idly as she tried to concentrate and answer the Professors endless questions about her past, These questions were difficult for her as she had little to no memory of her past, save her most recent experiences as a super heroine, but the Professor was adamant, and he seemed to be very excited about the subject for he moved ever closer to her, until they both huddled together upon the same small rock and he held her tightly in his arms and pressed himself up against her, so sensing his interest she did her best to try and remember everything she could, which wasn’t much.
Suddenly the young super heroine leapt to her feet screaming in a searing flash of her eye beams. “Snake!” She ran in place and howled, her mammoth jugs beating the air into a furry. “Did you see it Professor! It was crawling on my leg, but I think I got it with my eye beam! Professor? Professor!” There was the man rolling on the ground in obvious agony clutching his makeshift loin cloth! “OH MY STARS AND GARTERS! The Professor has been bitten by the snake!” Miss Liberty Belle leapt upon the man and grappled against his protests to gain access to his concealed wound. “This no time for manly modesty Professor!” And with that she rented aside the shirt loin cloth. “AHHH!” Gasped the young super heroine, “it’s worse than I thought! It has bitten you deep! Stop struggling, it may have been poisonous and your movements will only aid the poisons progress through your system! There’s only one thing to do! I must suck out the poison!” At that the Professor stopped struggling and stared frowning incredulously at the super heroine, who rapidly lowered her head and disappeared under the shoved up mound of his shirt loin cloth. There was a slurping sucking noise and the Professors eyes shot wide! From between his knees he heard her muffled voice, “Oh no! It’s beginning to swell from the poison! I must use my super lung capacity to suck the poison out faster!” There then followed several minutes of wet deafening sucking sounds as the Professor clawed at the sand, wimpled, and passed out.
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The man who stood before was in his early forties, tall, barrel chested, graying slightly at the temples and wearing khaki shorts and shirt covered with myriad pockets, bright yellow suspenders unnecessarily crossed his broad shoulders and clipped into the tight narrow waist band of his shorts. “Golly,” Miss Liberty Belle said after sizing up the man standing before her, he had spent the last several minutes apparently trying to read the mottos on her sashes, and at the sound of her voice, for the first time he looked up at her face and as if waking from a dream smiled and introduced himself. “I am Captain Harry Balzac, retired, noted explore and world renowned big game hunter. Afraid I got myself shipwrecked on the dastardly reefs and shoals that maze this little chain of islands, not on the map you see. Lost my crew and servants, thought the ruddy place deserted, until I bumped into you.” He absently rubbed his chest were the mighty young bust of the super heroine had accidentally sent him careening to the ground as they had turned in opposite directions a mutual corner around a rock outcropping webbed in thick roots from one of the islands many enormous trees which perched on top of the large shadowy boulder.
Happy in her find of the muscular Captain and thinking this would bode well for the spirits of the rather bad luck prone Professor and their slim chances for rescue, she cheerfully lead the stalwart gentleman back to their makeshift camp.
“Who’s that?!” The Captain exclaimed, cocking his head to the sound of a low moan, as he jerked his hands off her large breasts where he had been brushing sand off which she herself still couldn’t see.
“Oh that’s the Professor, he is still recovering from a recent snake bite,” Miss Liberty Belle waved absently to a near by rock and refocused her attention back on her body brushing at the sand she couldn’t for the life of her see, and wondering if the good Captain had gotten it all of her?
The Professor raised a weak emancipated face above the rock for a wavering second and with his sunken cheeks parting said in a high pitched wavering falsetto voice, “hi.” Before collapsing out of sight again.
“Good Lord!” Yelped the Captain and he ran over to the man.
Seeing the current interest in the Professor, Miss Liberty Belle jumped next to the kneeling Captain as he held the weak Professor in his arms.
“He looks terrible!” The Captain muttered.
“Yes,” the waif nodded vigorously, “but he will be alright. He just needs rest. I sucked ALL the poison out of him, though it took quiet awhile. It was a terrible snake, with apparently one long tooth, that slices as it sinks in. And it has an odd white poison, too. And it must be a sea snake, because the poison is really salty tasting. Yuck!” The youth stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her nose at the distasteful memory.
“Well, in the short time I have been here I have seen many strange and cursory creatures upon this most unnatural isle. But you seem to have done right, and I believe he will recover with some rest. Wait he is whispering something? Sucked…Nuts…Up…Inside. What on earth could that mean?”
“Oh, I think he must mean all the nuts we gathered for food! He must be hungry! Would you like some nuts too Mr. Harry Ballsack?” The young super heroine came bounding back to the great hunter with arms full of nuts.
“Well, actually I am a bit peckish. I’m afraid all I was left with was the Lewis gun,” he flipped the machine gun off his back where he kept it slung and tapped the round disk shaped ammo mag on its top, “and while it packs a punch in a fight, it doesn’t leave much for grub afterwards, if you know what I mean. Say, these nuts of yours are delicious!”
Miss Liberty Belle blushed and cracked another one for him.
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“By Saint Paul’s! Will you look at that! It wasn’t a mirage after all!” The Captain had paused in the difficult climb up the craggy rocks and looked across the jagged precipice before him. Miss Liberty Belle, carrying the moaning Professor on her back inched up beside the Captain.
“By my stars and garters! It’s mansion!” The young super heroine stared at the enormous gothic house rising on large prowl of rock across from them. The Professor raised his weak head and mumbled a ‘wow’, but then let his head fall back upon her shoulder. He seemed to be conserving all his energies to retain his clutching hold upon her firm breasts during their taxing long climb up into the spine of the island. He seemed to keep having to struggle for a grip and massaged ceaselessly at her mighty mams. She found the stimulation oddly pleasing and said nothing, yet she worried as his snake bite wound which seemed to be swelling up again as he kept unknowingly pressing it up against her soft firm butter smooth buttocks. She had several times reached back and using her super speed, squeezed out great volumes of the sticky white poison, but each treatment had seemed to leave the Professor dazed and weaker than before and she wondered as she felt the bitten appendage once again swell and slap against her proud young buttocks if the good Professor would indeed survive this ordeal? How could what seemed to her memory have been such a tiny little snake have put so much poison into the old man? She could only bite her plump lower lip and frown at it. Maybe in the distant house they could find help for the old man.
“Now. How to get there?” The Captain pondered and then pointed suddenly, “there seems to be some kind of trail winding down along there! If we keep at it, we should reach the house before nightfall!” The large blood red sun already filled the lowering sky just above the house, “we will have to hurry though!” He looked back at Miss Liberty Belle who had to hide her nursing administration behind her back and under her great flag cape as she didn’t want the Captain to add any more to his worries with the Professors current condition. The Captain frowned at the Professor who raised his weak head and made a wet croaking sound. “He doesn’t look so good.” Miss Liberty Belle could only nod in assent, as she savagely used what she had quickly found to be the most advantageous means of removing the foul smelling poison from the Professors injury, a pumping motion which her gloved hand at super heroine speed soon rewarded her in thick heavy wet splashes upon the back of her thigh. “Alright, let’s go then!” The Captain motioned them to follow and Miss Liberty Belle did so making an ‘ewe’ face of icky disgust that she had been splattered under her cape with the foul stuff and hopped the Professor would be alright for the rest of the journey, she glanced at him where he snored and drooled on her shoulder, while his hands worked ceaselessly kneading at her breasts under her sashes, and could only sigh and shake her head.
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The house, once a towering edifice of gothic power and charm nestled behind a high wall and court yard, was in derelict straights. It was long worn by storms and rubbish and ruin clumped in its scattered cracked and fissured and inky shadows. Still despite its collapsing condition of abandonment, it did prove to be occupied, as the tired and care worn travelers were about to find out.
“Good Lord! Look at the size of those knockers!” The Captain stared up at the huge bronze rings set into each paint pealing twin wooden door to the oppressive vine covered wall.
“I have seen bigger!” Miss Liberty Belle had set down her slumbering burden upon the crumbling cobblestone and stood beside the Captain with her hands on her small waist and her large bosom thrust forward as she looked over the towering gate.
“Err, I bet you have,” the Captain raised an eye brow as he glanced down into the enormous valley of cleavage rising and lowering next to him. “Come to think of it so have I.”
Miss Liberty Belle strode purposely forward and ignoring the bronze rings pounded her fist upon the door. The booming echo that followed sent birds scattering and dust falling in sheets all about her.
The massive gate slowly creaked open with rusted shudders and long ghostly wails as barking metal snapped and popped in staccato shivers against its self. Behind the night falling shadows of the enormous sullen gate sat a blind old man in a wheel chair, and after completing his task at the wheel of the mechanism to open the portal he was joined by an enormous servant scarcely fitted into seam splitting butler’s uniform. The low slanting brow servant seemed more animal than man but he penitently waited at the blind frail man’s side and dutifully obeyed every order cast at him. Including retrieving and bringing in the unconscious Professor slung over one shoulder while easily pushing the old man’s rattan wheel chair before him and back into the house. Captain Balzac marveled at the great strength of the creature and whistled to see him pick up the old man in his wheel chair and carry him up the steep stone stairs and then handle the heavy iron reinforced doors of the large stone house. He also silently noted that there were no windows on the lower floor of the house as they climbed up the cracked gritty stair case of stone leading up and into the great silent dark house.
Pleasantries were quickly thrust aside and introductions out of the way, the Captain quickly explained their dilemma and the old blind man in turn explained his. He had a ship, hidden in a large cave just at the bottom of some stone stairs, which in turn opened into a long and winding cove. The ship needed repairs to be made sea worthy, but being both blind and lame he had been in no condition to make them. His servant for all his strength possessed rudimentary intelligence at best and could do little more than collect ship wrecked cargo and bits and pieces to add to the stores down below waiting for some capable fellows to make use of and set them all free form this place!
Hearing this, the Captain had awakened the sleeping Professor and after a discussing the matter decided to accept their hosts hospitality of a meal of fruits and nuts and a bed and to make a full survey of the craft in the morning.
Rising early the next day, the two men had gone outside for a breath of fresh air, the Professor showing remarkable recuperative powers seemed fresh and full of life, but decided what they needed for breakfast was something a with a bit more substance to it than all these roots and nuts, and pointing out the large flocks of dove and woodcock covering the court yard suggested they bag some game. The hunters Lewis gun turned several into paste before the Professor angrily stopped him and asked for one of the Captain’s suspenders instead.
With it he used a fork of wood from the large wood piles kindling and fashioned a crude sling shot, he then provided it with ammo of one of the hard nuts the now slumbering teenager Miss Liberty Belle had gathered upon their initial landfall. And while the Captain openly scoffed, shot and rapidly killed tree woodcock to the retired soldiers utter surprise!
The Captain asked to see the Professor do such a thing again, muttering about ‘lucky shots’ and the smirking Professor with arm raised and weapon poised followed one of the remaining woodcocks as it flew rapidly around them in a great arc frantically trying to gain elevation and escape. He let the hard nut fly, just in time to hit Miss Liberty Belle smack in the questioning chin as she leaned out her bed room window exclaiming in curiosity at the all the racket! The impact of the nut sent both her and the nut reeling back into her room, as below the Professor tried to thrust the sling shot into the Captains hands and he back into the Professors hands until both dropped the device clattering to the cobblestones and ran back inside.
Back inside her room, Miss Liberty Belle rubbed her chin and frowned down at the large nut in her hand, gave a scowl look back out into the now empty courtyard, and then shrugged and cracked it and ate it.
Downstairs the wheel chair bound host heard Miss Liberty Belle’s boot clicking approach and called her into the dinning room. The super heroine entered the room still rubbing her smarting face and the blind man motioned her to sit down. “How was your rest, dear? Peaceful, I hope.” The old man cooed at her with a large smile.
“It was until that Hardon lost control and smacked his nuts against my chin,” the super heroine growled.
“Err, yes. Well, my child I’m afraid the good Professor and the Captain have already left to look over the Sloop moored in the hidden grotto. It’s rather a lengthy descent and not without it’s perils, so I took the liberty of sending Gorgo my servant to guide and assist them, but they were kind enough to leave us with a rare treat. Some grouse! Are you hungry my darling?”
“Oh yes please! I’m famished! I can easily over take those men latter, after I’ve eaten something!”
“That’s the spirit! Now I’m afraid I’m a bit helpless with my servant Gorgo being gone, err.” The old man reached about him somewhat clumsily, “I told him to put everything upon the table.” HUH, he sighed deeply, “I’m sorry dear, but since I have already eaten, I believe Gorgo may out of habit cleaned away the dishes. Unless, that is, well, have you seen the Captain’s cock, by chance?”
Miss Liberty Belle swallowed hard at the blind man’s smiling face, she may have been inexperienced in the ways of man’s world but she had picked up on a word or two and what they vaguely meant! “Well, I, err, yes. I mean not up close. I mean, I -I have of course looked at it when he was you know behind a tree, but not like I stared or anything. I mean-”
“Good! Then feel free to help yourself.”
“Really?! You mean just like that?!”
“Of course! That’s what it is for after all!” The old man chuckled.
“Well, I-I mean I sort a was curious and wanted to, but I didn’t know how these things work, and - and”
“Nonsense, one must never stand upon formalities. Just go for it with gusto! And don’t mind me, I’ve already had some.”
“What?!” Miss Liberty Belle gasped.
“Well, naturally I wanted to wait and share it with you, but you were sleeping so soundly and it so rare we get such a delicacy here. It wasn’t bad mind you, a touch gamey and greasy for my tastes, but don’t let me put you off, you give it a try yourself!”
“Alright,” the young woman said slowly, “I will.” She frowned at the blind man smiling at her, and picked up a piece of food off the table and ate it as she shook her head at the confusing world of men.
“Now, tell me something about yourself? About the great world at large, it has been so very long since I have heard anything here about the outside world!” The old man leaned forward and smiled at her again as he fumbled to pour her some dusty bottled wine into the glass before her.
“Well, Have you ever heard of the Liberty Belle?” The young woman chewed slowly on the fruit bursting in her succulent mouth.
“Of course! Who hasn’t?! I wasn’t born on this lonely isle my dear. Give me some credit of knowledge and intelligence! The Liberty Bell is one of the most famous symbols of freedom and democracy in all the word!”
Miss Liberty Belle blushed deeply to hear she was so famous! She had never realized that her fame had stretched in just few short years to even this remote desolate place! “Gosh, I hadn’t thought so many people knew about the Liberty Belle?”
“Of course! It’s well known the world over, though perhaps primarily for its crack.”
“What!?” Sputtered the super heroine, wine trickling down her glossy red trembling lips.
“Hmm,” the old man nodded as he drank from his own glass. “Yes, yes. It is said that it is a rather large crack, and continues to spread despite concentrated efforts to stop it. It’s also said that to touch it is to bestow luck upon that person. Think how many thousands have fingered the Liberty Bell’s crack?!”
“Not thousands! I can assure you!” The young girl was shaking with confusing blushing emotions!
The old man shrugged, “Well, everyone says ‘thousands’, but who are we to really say? It’s just wonderful knowing that its there, eh? Somehow reassuring to have such icons, isn’t it? I think so, anyway.”
Miss Liberty Belle frowned and gave several side long perplexed glances at the man now lost in pleasant revelries. She had no idea people were saying such things about her! Yet the man had no way of knowing who she was, there had been no time for introductions and no one had yet told him of her identity. She bit her thumb, and for embarrassment sake it would be best if no one ever did! Still, what a rare opportunity to hear what everyone was really saying about her all around the world behind her back.
Carefully lifting the dusty bottle of wine, she filled the blind man’s glass and controlling her voice into an even purr said, “Tell me more about the Liberty Belle, she sounds utterly fascinating!”
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The great subterranean steps originating within the grounds of the house its self, quickly gave way to a meandering open air narrow path that lead precariously down the steep mountain side. The trio stopped briefly to rest, Gorgo slightly ahead.
“What do you make of all of this, Captain? And that creature in particular?” The Professor now dressed in some barrowed simple dress shirt and trousers from the houses stores patted at the back of his sweating neck with his new handkerchief and cautiously eyed the seven foot tall ever stooping Gorgo several steps down from them.
“No idea, I’m afraid. Strange place, strange creatures, but I trust that half man beast much further than I do our crippled host, and that is to say I don’t trust that beast a jot!” The Captain tapped the magazine of the Lewis gun and grinned.
Suddenly, a small creature leapt upon a boulder next to the morose patiently waiting Gorgo and began yapping angrily!
“Good Lord!” Shouted Captain Balzac and he leveled the Lewis gun and began firing madly.
“Are you insane?!” The Professor yelled as he picked himself up off the ground, staring at the even eyed Captain as he in turn stared into the distance. “You just obliterated a squirrel!” The Professor looked over at the pock marked bolder and the little bits of tuffs of fur floating down to earth.
“Not a squirrel. A Chihuahua.” The hunter grimly looked into the rocks about them. “There maybe more, and these aren’t the Chihuahua’s you’re use to seeing. These are wild Chihuahuas! Savage brutes! I lost two gun bearers while hunting them in the mountains of the great Andes, poor Pedro, carried off in those jaws of little yapping death. I can still hear his screams as he clawed at the earth as the thing, with his ankle sock in its mocking mouth pranced away with him into the undergrowth. I can still hear the ghostly tinkle of their little collar bells as they moved in the shadows around our camp every night…toying with us. Ugh!” The Captain shuddered and rubbed his eyes.
“Well. One thing is for certain, that burst from your gun scared the dickens out of our guide. Poor Gorgo has beat a hasty retreat back up the stairs to the house!” The Professor jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the disappeared ape-man.
“Good ridden. I think I can follow a goat path down a mountain side, better without having to keep one weather eye on our shifty guide.” The Captain shouldered the Lewis gun and proceeded on their journey. Pausing briefly aside the blood splattered rock. “A squirrel? HA!” He gave a short snorting derisive chortle, “if it had been a squirrel we all would have been dead by now!” He swung back upon the path with his relentless bold stride.
The flustered Professor followed and then his quizzical look returned, “Say what are wild Chihuahua’s doing on an uncharted Atlantic island in the first place?! Captain? Captain? I say, Captain wait up!” The Professor shot furtive glances at the rustling of the scrub lining their descent, and hurried down the uneven foot path.
It took the better part of the morning to finish the descent. The path re-entered the earth half way down the mountainside and bent back upon its self as it delved into the depths of the cold black earth. They had been provided with no lanterns or lights, there were plenty inside the grotto its self they had been told, for their use in what would undoubtedly be a late return. Light leaked in through cracks in the walls about them, but still it was in virtual blindness that they felt their way along the ‘v’ shaped groove the path wound through congested tunnels of boulders and debris. Soon they found them selves stooping to enter a large under ground cove, through which one distant end poured the mid-day rays through a giant towering fissure. Immediately before them a simple wooden wharf ended at a small long slim wooden sloop. She was masted and sailed and looked trimmed for sailing. Strung all about them were piles of sorted salvaged ship wares and odds and ends, including dozens of lanterns and some tins of oil.
These they put quickly to use and boarded the ship which was well secured by several anchors and a wide gang plank.
“I say Harry, take a gander of this.” The Professor held in his hand a large store of journals, one composed entirely of torn out end papers of other books. They were the first books either of them had seen since arriving at the large house.
“Where did you find them?” The Captain began to scan through them.
“There,” the Professor raised his lantern to the ceiling of the Captains cabin where in crude white paint the word. ‘hidden’ had been painted upon the varnished wood. “It was tucked up under a loose board. Funny way to hide something.”
“Not if you were hiding it from a blind man and an illiterate monkey.” The Captain walked over to the bolted desk and began to spread out the items and read through them. The Professor joined in beside him.
“We may all be in grave danger,” the Captain began after several minutes of reading. “From what I can discern from these erratic texts the history of this house and island is most strange indeed! According to this first fellow, he was one of several crew men who was indentured aboard a ship along with others who brought the above house piece by piece to this remote and treacherous island by some former wealthy ne’er-do-well. Shortly after the completion of the house and the other ships leaving with the masons carpenters etcetera, some of the laborers stayed on with the retired crook. In time there was a mutiny, so to speak, and the head man was killed. But here it gets a bit interesting; apparently these small bits of islands are known collectively as the Bongo Islands. And they are named after the rather fierce omnivorous ape like creatures called ‘Bongos’. Apparently the Bongos are an almost exclusively male society with one much larger female laying claim to an entire island either by swimming to a deserted isle or else by killing the current Queen of a Bongo populated isle, and once entering her puberty the other male Bongos are drawn to the island she is on, swimming to it, to live their in an almost perpetual mating with their new queen. As the creatures are said to be of an exceptionally ruttish nature in compensation for the male Bongos rather poor quality of sperm. When the house was built there were no Bongos on this island, but shortly after the mutiny a female showed up, entered puberty, and then hundreds if not thousands of males began arriving upon the island, launching into vicious fights for the pecking order cue right to mate with the new Queen. The men, out of self defense, killed many of the males, but did not figure out they needed to kill the female to make the Bongos leave the island, until it was too late. The leader of the mutiny saved his own life by mating with the Queen, she in turn gouged out his eyes and broke his legs after discovering him attempting to escape one night a board the hidden ship. Latter he poisoned the she-ape but not until after she bore him his son, Gorgo. With the queen gone, the other male Bongos left to join the mating of queens on other islands. This latter bits of the story seems to have been written by a ship wrecked sailor who landed here long after the foretold events and who the old man forced to make his ship sea worthy after the Bongo Queen smashed it up a bit, for his continued desire to escape from this island. But though the ship was eventually made ready, the poor fellow kept the truth silent as he feared he would be murdered shortly after he guided it safely through the surrounding reefs!” The Captain set the journal scraps down on the desk and looked over at the Professor.
“Good lord man, what a horror!” The small rotund man shook his head and then suddenly shot his head up in alarm, “What about Miss Liberty Belle?!”
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“Have you ever had a tea before, my girl?” Miss Liberty Belle had helped the old man out into the weed and thorny ruin of what had once been a magnificent formal back yard garden.
“I-I-I’m not sure?” Miss Liberty Belle’s head was still swimming with all the confusing bits of their past conversation, during which the old man had become a bit more than tipsy and had passed out. Now it was three pm according to the lone great hall clock and Gorgo had mysteriously returned and the somewhat still inebriated old man had decided to hold a formal tea for the girl in the back garden as they continued to anxiously await the return of the Captain and the Professor and learn of the sloops readiness to sail.
“It’s an English tradition,” the old man began.
“I’m English,” the girl pondered out loud.
“Sorry my dear, I should have said that it was a ‘British’ tradition. You’re a Canadian? Err, Yank?” The old man smiled over at her, and the teenager quickly began to reach under the small table toward the old man’s crotch, it would seem everything in man’s world revolved around the stimulation of his thingy! But before her finger tips could reach their goal Gorgo dropped the serving tray onto the table with a loud bang.
“Ah, thank you Gorgo.” The old man smiled through his wincing slowly arriving hangover. Gorgo leered at the girl, his thick lips slack and drooling as he stared openly down the incredible cleavage the two taunt sashes provided. Miss Liberty Belle blinked up at the hairy mountain of muscle with her wide innocent eyes. “I think you are going to like tea, my dear. All young girls seem to love the ceremony and refined grace, it’s a social art, and one every young woman should know.”
Gorgo thrust his hands underneath her sashes and began to molest her own flesh mountains savagely. Miss Liberty Belle shot a wide eye look over to the old man who was pouring liquid into tiny cups. “Now, the art is in-”
“Excuse me sir, but is this ‘Tea’?” Miss Liberty Belle glanced down at the rough manhandling Gorgo was giving her enormous breasts, he seemed particularly obsessed with pinching and tugging at her large nipples, and she was rather surprised at the strange increasingly pleasant sensations welling up within her.
“Why yes dear, this is all tea.” The old man chuckled and shook his head and sighed. Gorgo snatched Miss Liberty Belle out of her chair and placed her directly behind its wicker back, and bent her at the waist back over it. “It’s a bit dull at first, but once it gets going and you get the hang of it, I think you may find its soothing calm rather peaceful and very refreshing.” Gorgo was now shedding his garments and had soon returned to his pillaging interest in her breasts now swaying heavily over the chair seat.
From her bent over position leaning half over the chair’s low back, facing the table, and gripping firmly the small armrests of the empty seat before her, Miss Liberty Belle frowned at the old man who was feeling his way about the items left on the tray. “It is not that I doubt your sincere hospitality in all of this, but I do feel I am being somewhat neglect in my duty to protect the Professor by remaining so long from his immediate company.” Miss Liberty Belle was finding it somewhat difficult to speak or enunciate clearly as Gorgo had somehow managed to press his man thingy up inside the lass and was madly humping away at her backside much to her surprising delight!
“Nonsense, dear. The two gentle men must already be on their way back and will be here soon enough. As for the dangers of the island, true they are manifold and ghastly, but nothing I’m sure they can’t handle. As witnessed by the gentlemen sending Gorgo back as soon as they reached their objective. In fact, I was a bit more concerned about our own well being, until Gorgo was sent back by the clever Captain.” The old man paused and raised his chin, “where IS Gorgo anyway? Gorgo! Gorgo! Confound that man!”
Miss Liberty Belle looked over her shuddering shoulder where Gorgo was madly smacking his rather pleasantly large cock into her increasingly greedy pussy. “He-he is he-llllll-ping me-e-e with OH! My-my t-t-tea, sir.” The blushing and panting super heroine explained.
“Ah, good boy, Gorgo, that’s it assist and keep our guest happy! That said my dear, I have some concern about our collective safety, for I will confide with you, that there is a species of rather violent and excessively large apes which dwell on these several neighboring islands. And it is the pheromones of the female which the ever sensitive males can detect at great distance that draws them from one island to another! It has been many years since a young female has been driven from a populous island by the reigning Queen and swum up on our little shores, but we are about due again. And being this close to leaving this accursed isle, I would fain have us gone before such twisted events can trip us up from hope to tragedy. I am in much worry that the ship is sea worthy after all these years and can be quickly put out to sea, to attain our escape. Here let me show you, I have a large telescope mounted on the back parapet here. Of no use to me, but through it you will, if the fogs be not too dense, the dangerous reefs that mouth the hidden cove and beyond those the several small islands currently inhabited by the dreaded powerful Bongo. Of whom, as you no doubt have guessed, our own Gorgo is a sort of a runt of the litter. The only domesticated Bongo in history of these lonely sad isles. But here, let me show you. You can spy through it and tell me if you can see how populated or over populated the nearest isle is? I have spent many a long night perched upon the seaward wall and listened to the night howls of the perpetual mating beasts! Let us go up the wall now and judge by your eyes perception what the current level of threat to our enterprise must be, for we must pass between two such isles, in a very narrow straight, to find the open sea from the maze of reefs protecting the secret cove! Come Gorgo! Come! Carry me to the wall! Come! Hurry and come now!”
With the old man’s commanding screech ringing in the garden, Gorgo reluctantly obeyed and came hard into Miss Liberty Belle’s twitching pussy. She clutched at the rudimentary spewing fourteen inch cock with wanting gloved figures as the beast moved away from her, “Uh, couldn’t we have more tea first?!” Miss Liberty Belle whined with frustration.
“Time for tea latter,” the old man snapped his fingers and Gorgo lifted him and his wheelchair up and proceeded to carry him swaying in his seat over to the stone steps leading along and up the tall back wall of stone from behind which came the muffled din of crashing ocean surf. Miss Liberty Belle listened intently to the old man as he warned her of the dizzying height of the edifice and talked insistently of the perils of the Bongos once they had picked up the scent of a female Bongo in orgasm, but she found she could not make her limbs move to follow the ape-man and his heavy burden up the stone steps. Her legs were like rubber tubes full of bussing bees! And the several small orgasms that the brutish cock had forced out of her had deprived her arms of all their strength! She could only pant trying to catch her breath as she leaned helpless over the sweat stained chair whose arms she gripped so tightly and shudder as her lower body seemed to thrust blindly at the world with a mind all its own!
Miss Liberty Belle watched and tried to swallow enough air to make an answer to the two figures as they reached the top of the high wall built on the very rim of the towering cliff, and could only raise a weak slightly confused gloved hand as in response to a barking command of the old man to Gorgo to put him down, the great ape-man tossed both old man and chair out over the wall were they vanished in an instant! Gorgo wiped his hands together and sauntered back down the steps and crossed the ruins of the garden as a perplexed Miss Liberty Belle frowned at him. He promptly remounted her and any confused objections she had were lost in the wail of his savage sexual grunts.
Sometime during the frantic humping of wicked Gorgo and the rather mind confusing orgasms of the young teenager, several more Bongos mysteriously appeared and helped their selves to her twitching proffered dripping snatch. These were much larger creatures than Gorgo and he quietly switched to her front and shoved his large cock into her dazedly protesting mouth. The next thing she knew she was up and onto the garden table and past the ten foot tall hulk of Bongo pumping madly away with a decent size twenty four inch meat pole in insatiable snatch, she could now see several dozen Bongos cued up impatiently behind him, and then the vision was obscured by another half dozen twenty inch cocks slapping needful in her face, which she readily devoured despite a small angry thin voice of protest that she whimpered out between her deep grunting orgasms.
It was during her fifteenth or sixteenth angry humping suitor that Miss Liberty Belle heard the faint but crystal clear voice of a young woman. “Well! There you are, finally!” The voice mumbled, and then rose into a lighter pitch and continued, “I will try and make this brief as I can, and as clear as possible, but considering the current state of your mind now swimming in cascading orgasms, I doubt it will make much sense to you, but here goes! I am you, well sort of, I’m actually a part of you that is a sort of go between to a part of you which isn’t really you. Oh, bloody hell, let’s skip that and just start from the beginning, shall we? You were the only daughter of a man who is the President of the United States, right hand expert on international espionage. The times being very tough for the nation, the President decided to gather up some of the relics of the nations great past and put them on a train and send it around the country to inspire those who were suffering through the great financial ruins and lack of work and natural disasters and you name it.
You asked to go along and because of your fathers importance you were allowed to go along on the transcontinental trip as a tour guide. At every whistle stop you would do your learned speeches about all the historic artifacts and answer any questions the rabble had. You liked the adventure of it and found travel exciting.
Swallow before trying to speak dear, or you’ll get sperm all over your cape! Better just let me do the talking, anyway, two important things occur on this summer outing venture of yours; the first, is a small meteorite crashed in one of the whistle stops just days before the train arrives there, and the local constable asked if a train load of federal men guarding the historic treasures of the nation, could him the privilege of transporting it to the next stop on their journey when they leave, to a large city where the authorities were waiting to receive and study the odd hunk of space rock. It would save him a long trip which he nor the town could really afford, and reluctantly the federal guards acquiesced.
Here part two, slams into part one, for the hand picked guards had been ordered by your father to arrange a little lethal accident for you on this three month long trip. You see, to be blunt with your mothers death, you and your father had become, let us say, very ’close’ over the years. And he now found that it be prudent to get rid of you, less this rather shameful information should leap up and turn against him, and pull him out form the shadows and his plots therein and into the light and justice!
While the train was halfway between stops, the hand picked guards decided it was time to do their duty for god and country and murder you. But first they surprised you and raped you savagely for their own sport. This they did repeatedly in one of the artifact display cars were they had lured you under false pretences. This car just so happened to hold the large chunk of cinder that had fallen from the sky a few days previously. This rock in fact was no rock but the molten core of a sentient alien space craft! Sensing the enormous suffering of your empathetic state it responded by exploding, releasing the last of its energies and powers in an attempt to destroy those men assailing you. This it did, it killed the men and derailed the train and kept you alive through the destruction. In doing so it irradiated you with energies that triggered your own suppressed Aphrodite gene, the unlocking of which gave you great powers. However, some of this vital energy needed to keep your Aphrodite gene active was ‘spilled’ onto several of the revolutionary war relics in the train car. These you instinctively garbed yourself with and still wear to this day. These items as long as they remain in contact with your person help focus and contain your super powers.
There is a sort of hitch in all of this, the meteorite was part of a much larger craft and was in fact originally part of the ships medical facilities, and it not only tried to heal you to the ultimate degree as your species would allow, but it sought to heal your mind of the horrifically trauma of your rape, and the revelation from the men themselves as they sodimized you repeatedly that your father whished you dead. In short, it restored you to an utter innocence of mind, that wiped your brain clean of all memories and knowledge save the most rudimentary and any that you should learn from that moment forward!
However, with every forced raped orgasm, the innocence is ripped away and a reconnection is established back to me, the original ‘you’ and the knowledge of what you were before! But no sooner than we connect, but the rape eventually stops, the orgasms subside, and the dormant ‘healing’ program re-emerges to once again wipe your entire memory back down to innocence, back to the moment you first emerged from the burning wreckage of that train wearing your new costume composed out of the trace radiated relics you wear even now! From there, you mind an innocent blank, you reassembled upon the plot of your father to help in the assassination to the President and foiled it. The President in turn ordered the destroyed or in your case ‘barrowed’ artifacts to be copied and the train wreck covered up or severely lessened from the true devastation of so many historic relics and lives lost. So a much beleaguered nation wouldn’t have even more sorrow to ad to its empty plate.
Though each time our conversation of knowledge is erased from your mind by the healing program locked into your cells, each meeting allows me to unlock a new super power which remains unlocked for your on going use. As such, last time I unlocked your eye beams, to enhance your great Aphrodite strength and healing powers, and this time I am unlocking your ability to fly, though it will only be for short durations and somewhat slow speeds this time, as it’s rather a difficult ability to instill in the short span of a few hours of orgasms!
You will forget all about your father as the program erases such memories, just as you will forget all about sex and sexual experiences, shortly after the rapes end, but I am going to try this time to imprint some basic memories into your long term memory that may help you until another large forced gang bang allows us to meet again. I will try to add it into your long term memory as if it were a sort of instinct, because you will soon forget I am in here as well. What I am trying to input into your basic state that survives the mind washing program is this; Every time you experience any kind of orgasm, your powers diminish rapidly. Any forced rape orgasm simply switches off all of your powers except those most basic of the Aphrodite gene, enhanced strength and super healing powers. Forty eight hours after your last orgasm your powers will start to recharge themselves slowly. Forty eight hours after your last FORCED rape orgasm the alien healing program will kick in and erase your mind back into a state of utter innocence. Thus it is that the very act that brings us together and lets me enhance your powers and grant you new ones, also reduces all those self same powers to nothingness, and when your abilities to reuse those powers return, it is shortly there after that you forget all knowledge of me or carnal knowledge that lead you to those powers.
Even now you realize that the Professor was not bitten by any snake and that that wasn’t venom you sucked out of his cock! As you here and now hungrily gulp down more of the same! Yet, once your last rape orgasm ends, you will soon forget all of that, only a random bit of stray experience survives the mind washing to go into your long term memory. What will you remember? What will you forget? You will forget me, that is for sure, but will you remember anything about male cocks? It’s impossible to say, but I will try to make you remember that, ‘with great power comes great hornieness!’
The Aphrodite gene not only increases all the physical aspects of a woman, but it increases all the lusts and desires of her as well! Considering your powers are dimmed by orgasms and your mind washed into an utter blank slate of all sexual knowledge leaving you dangerously ripe for those raging hormones of yours, I can but hope to put some hesitancy into your nature as regarding the aspects of all things sexual!
That said, it takes an exceptional cock to render an Aphrodite gene super heroine into her highest states of rapture. Sadly the equivalent super heroine gene in males, the Adonis gene, almost always renders the male impotent of any sexual longings what so ever! A cruel twist of nature indeed to create a male with the rare ability to satisfy a superior woman with both endurance and sizeable equipment and then to cut away all desire on his part to perform the act with any gusto! As such, it will be only the rare moments such as this where enough cocks are in action to bridge the gap between us so well, but even now I can sense the last vitality of the Bongo fade! And with it our connection, so much to say, but no, it’s gone!”
Miss Liberty Belle gasped through a long rendering orgasm and let go of the two lip cocks in her sperm splattered gloved fists, and let go of the equally limp two cocks she had held vacuum like in her hungry mouth, and looked between her thrusting legs as the last of the seventy-six Bongos collapsed in a sated dazed heap down to the cluttered sward amongst his fellows! “Damn it! That was just starting to feel lovely!” The teenage super heroine snarled and sighed in resigned frustration. “I guess I’d better see how those two helpless males are getting along with the ship.” And the young super heroine slipped off the table, skidding awkwardly in the puddles of spunk pooling the garden flag stones, and stepping gingerly between the snoring piles of spurting cock twitching Bongos.
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The Captain and Professor were surprised to meet what looked to be a freshly bathed Miss Liberty Belle upon the mountain side path in the feeble light of the setting sun. She had a different air about her smirking glowing face and she quickly took charge and barked orders for the small group to return to the ship and leave at once! The old man had been killed by Gorgo and she had just managed to defeat a hundred Bongos in the house above!
The men quaked at this news and rapidly returned with her back to the small wooden ship and made way to sail upon the evening tide. Miss Liberty Belle laughed at them and their fears and strutted amongst them, rubbing up against them in the tight confines of the deck and smiling wickedly at them as they shook under her unblinking hungry gaze!
Miss Liberty Belle knew she was stripped of her powers until she had gone forty eight hours without an orgasm, but despite this she felt so un-sated, so unsatisfied, so utterly damn horny, that she could think of nothing but having ‘TEA’ with her crew as soon as she steered the sailing ship out past the dangerous rocks and reefs lining the mouth of the cove.
The Captain was reluctant and ill at ease to allow a teenage girl to steer the ship but she slapped his shocked ass cheek into place and soon they were pitching out of the cave and into the turbulent waters of a rising storm! There was no turning back though and on they pressed their luck into the gathering dark and building turbulent weather.
It was during this most hazardous crossing of the pitching channel between two howling night clad islands that they found themselves being boarded by hordes of Bongos! The fighting was fierce, but without her powers Miss Liberty Belle found herself pitched over board under a churning mass of Bongos. The two men could only watch in horror at her certain death and cling helplessly to the spinning craft as the reefs tore off the rudder with a woeful wrenching crash, and bandaging their aching wounds struggle through the next two days of storm surge which tossed the helpless rudderless craft far out to sea!
Meanwhile, the too early mourned Miss Liberty Bell found herself struggling a shore and facing a ferocious twelve foot tall Queen Bongo. The battle royal was horrific, but she prevailed by guile where her powers had left her weakened. Standing there over the frothy corpse of the fallen Queen, her legs wide straddling against a pitch into unconsciousness, she watched the thousands of male Bongos line up to mate with her and the teenager smiled, weaved over to a large boulder and made herself comfortable, presenting her full round ass to the throng. Immediately an enormous cocked Bongo screamed and leapt at her humping insanely! “OH!” The super heroine moaned, “it’s good to be the Queen!”
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KEEP A WEATHER EYE OUT FOR THE NEXT MISS LIBERTY BELLE ADVENTURE; “MISS LIBERTY BELLE VERSUS THE MINUTE MEN!”