LYDIA’S : YEAR BOOK

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“I WAS A TEENAGE SUPER HEROINE!”

The wind whipped through the early spring foliage, kicking up last years remains and raining them down into the new buds rustling in the three a.m. darkness. The leafing trees and bushes weren’t the only thing new this March. Lydia Welles who scurried under the yawning canopy wasn’t use to walking home after a protracted study session. She was usually picked up by one of the Wade Corp. drivers in a limo and shuttled back to the opulent Wade Mansion. But now that mansion belonged to her guardian, Brenda Wade’s two cousins, the sons of William Wade, Brenda’s adopted father’s brother. They owned the house, the grounds, the secret hidden base underground which thankfully they still hadn’t found, and all of the Wade Corporations holdings and companies. In the mother of all hostile take over of all hostile take overs, they left Brenda and Lydia homeless and penniless and friendless. Thankfully an old lawyer friend of Brenda’s father had found a single piece of property that was still in Brenda’s name. “the bottom line“. A small dilapidated and abandoned fish and chips dinner with a small fish cannery attached at the back, which now served as the two young women’s new home and single steady source of income. Brenda had the thing going again and had expanded her new trickle of money to build a lab under the fishery docks where she was building construction robots, by hand one at a time, that formed the backbone of the new “Brenda Wade Industries”, but money was tight and often non-existent, and no one of any of the old power brokers of the city or nation or world returned her calls. The prospect of a big comeback was unlikely as Brenda used her construction robots to help rebuild ruined slums, war tattered nations, disaster relief areas, and basically poor people who could scarcely cover the cost of the robots operations let alone allow Brenda to make a profit. As such, even though her new privet company was making headlines around the world for its humanitarian work, it was eating up what little of the dinner and fish cannery profits there was after splitting up the gross with the employees and local small retail investors who had joined in to help put the “bottom line” back up on its feet.

Not only was the era of limo rides, gone and done, but Brenda couldn’t even afford a car, and Lydia didn’t even have the luxury of taxi cab fare, or a cell phone anymore! “I never thought I would miss that little moped of mine?!” Lydia thought of her little red, white, and blue Flag Girl moped scooter some what wistfully as she clutched her books to her chest against the gusting cold wind.

The worse of it was neither her nor Brenda had their power belts! All their crime fighting gear and computers and vehicles were secreted away under Wade Manor and so far none of their attempts to find a way (other than the main secret entrance into the base from inside Wade Manor its self) into the warren of twisting abandoned mine shafts, natural caves and tunnels, and elaborate sewer systems had garnered any success! The hidden base had been converted from the villain Fengshui’s underground lair long ago and the underground labyrinth around it was swarming with his vile mutated creations. Without their power belts it was proving increasingly difficult to traverse the maze of inseminoid flora and fauna that sought to entangle and rape them at every step! Yet both Brenda and her continued to believe that this was something they had to do alone, no outside help from the other members of the super heroine community. There was a lot of pride and pecking order bragging rights at stake here, as well as considerable shaken self confidences, both women wanted to prove they were more than their belts and gizmos, and yet they still bit their lips and tried again and again to sneak into the old base if only to strip it bare before its inevitable discovery by the two unscrupulous power mad Wade brothers.

Brenda meanwhile continued to try and construct new power belts with what technology she could get her hands on. Still without direct access to the mysterious Fengshui power sources underneath Wade Manor, all of Brenda’s initial attempts to construct new power belts for her and Lydia had failed. It meant that the two women had continued their super heroine night patrols and crime fighting without their vaunted power belts amplifying their Aphrodite gene powers. This left Brenda and Lydia with some of their amazing healing powers, above average agility and endurance, and some above average strength, but it fell far short of what the two crime fighters were accustomed to and it meant even the lowest of purse snatchers had an even odds chance of landing a knock out sucker punch if they were caught unawares. Brenda fared much better as her natural Aphrodite gene powers were more fully developed than Lydia’s, who without her power belt found herself struggling to take down a trio of bank robbers let alone go toe to toe with one of the cities super villains.

Lydia walked quickly against the swirling icy fingered wind that blasted half rotted leaves in her face and winter grit from the litter ice matted curb then fell away to attack the moaning trees and creaking lamp posts before rushing back in from all directions at once with the cold fresh sent of spring. She cursed herself for missing the last bus and for wearing ankle high purple boots, a pleated miniskirt, a midriff baring spaghetti strap cling baby doll t, a little half majorette jacket, and no bra and panties! But it had been a bright sixty degree day when she had caught a city bus to school and winter had seemed so dead and gone! NOT SO! As another chilling blast rocketed up between her legs and sent her short hemmed skirt flaring. ‘Brrrrrrrrrr!” Lydia was half hunched over and walking more and more stiff legged, her stack of books clutched to her chest more in defense from the night freezing breeze than to keep them from being plucked away and scattered across the Delta City High School common. She had been studding with some of her new friends, her old rich friends had mostly abandoned her as Brenda had lost her fortune, not entirely out of snobbishness but with some serious pressure from their parents who the all powerful Wade brothers threatened, as they threatened any and all who might try and offer any help to Brenda Wade and her ward Lydia Welles!

Lydia had her book bag ‘Puffy Penis” back pack full of everything but her books and it clunked swollen and heavy against her small back as she stepped off of the sidewalk and hurried across the deserted moaning street to the sidewalk and park beyond. ‘If she hurried through the dark empty park she could cut ten minutes out of her walk and the thick band of trees might provide some shelter from the invasive wind!’

The dark and eerily silent park offered less respite from the sudden gusts than she had hopped but when it did it was like stepping into the depths of an artic ocean, dim, foreboding, and with a stream of her breath from her chattering teeth rather than a stream of bubbles rising up around her pale lips. Lydia spied an all night gas station and connivance store through the tree trunks and wrought iron fencing winking at her on her left and took the nearest open brick path to it. She had to get warm and she could use the pay phone inside to call Brenda who no doubt was furiously waiting up for her as her curfew was midnight! The brick path lead to an open arched breach in the brick and iron fencing and out into another city street with the florescent oasis of the gas station/store glaring from across the dark deserted street.

Lydia scurried toward it both hands and forearms clutching at her books ignoring her skirt which flapped up around her exposing the only warm spot on her body, her Aphrodite gene ever horny snatch! She almost crashed into the single sliding glass door as it hesitated to automatically slide open before her. There was the loud ‘ding’ to let the clerk know that some one had come into the store, but the thick lenses glasses wearing old perv was already wide eye staring at her thick curly hair blonde pubic tight mound which her kicking frisky skirt had on promenading display! She dropped one nervous hand from her books but the hem was somehow stuck and tangled and in a panic she just glared at the red faced sweating fat old man and made a quick exit down one of the near by aisles. Once out of sight she managed to partially pat down the cold stiff hem of her miniskirt and began to look for the phone or the rest room as she wandered around the small crammed shelves mainly just trying to get warm before having to venture out and brave the rapidly dropping temperatures again.

Delta City was an odd mix of old and new, as it was an odd mix of people. The city its self had been a major port town and industrial complex back in the late 1800’s and then some Chinaman named Fengshui had appeared fleeing some European super heroines and settled in to start afresh his crime syndicate. He got his comeuppance or so everybody thought, in the 1920’s when in retaliation he flipped on some kind of gene generator machine buried deep under Delta City. Whamo! All the men went limp! And the women started to develop Aphrodite genes. It didn’t happen over night but within the course of the next twenty years 69% of the population picked up and moved. Delta City became a ghost town, that no one wanted to relocate to or even visit if you were male, as after three days, limp noodle and even when you left, it took months before the effects would ware off and the men could get stiffies again. Those men that did stay were all in charge of the public and private sectors of business and government. They kept the sexiest stereotypes in place despite the sexual revolution all around the country. And yet the Aphrodite gene was tweaked by Fengsui so that women couldn’t stand to wear much clothing, couldn’t stand having their nipples or crotches covered up, throw in the constant furnace of lusts the gene had boiling away in them morning noon and night, and you had this strange surreal mix of male dominated repression and half naked sex starved mobs of women in an almost all woman city, ruled by handfuls of sour faced erectile-dysfunction men!

Brenda Wade had lead a wave of women who demanded control and the shattering of the glass ceilings and an end of male chauvinism. But it was an odd sexual liberty they found themselves demanding. They wanted to keep using their womanly wiles, keep walking around in miniskirts and see-thru tank tops, keep skipping underwear and have the sexual freedom to aggressively paw a man they found attractive, but they wanted to run the city and all the companies. Needless to say the whole movement fell apart when the machine of Fengshui’s beneath the city was destroyed by Ms. Americana, (though Lydia knew Brenda had not destroyed the machine as it was powering their underground base and was the source of the strange power that charged up their power belt gene generator batteries.) But all the guys who hadn’t lived here for long could get woodies again and the new arriving men could get it up and keep it up, and all the horny girls somehow weren’t much interested in the prospect of being mayor or governor or chief of police or running companies or any of that. They spent their ever horny days and nights shopping and sexing and the men took back the reigns of power one company at a time.

The men however found themselves in a city of horny half naked women who were also angry almost militant feminist?! A city of big hair bouffant styles and miniskirts smiles, but which in a heart beat could turn into snarls of pissed off rage! Like now with Lydia who walked into a small gas station convenience store at three a.m. with her pleated skirt up around her waist and her luscious young honey pot fully on display. She felt there was nothing wrong with that, but that the man behind the counter at the cash register should be staring at it instead of smiling and waving hello to her just utterly pissed her off!!! And that was the landmine field of Delta City, a strange mix of 50’s 60’s urban pearls and strapy high heels in the kitchen freshness and repression and wild radical liberation all somehow condensed down like a jar of mixed layered sand of many colors that is blasted with heat and turned into a molten mound of twisted singular glass. Males flocked to women city, but they often left just as fast! And the birthrate of babies was such that almost all born in Delta City were potential Aphrodite gene carrying women. So that even today the women far out numbered the men and drove the economy selections of goods and dictated their dress and mannerisms but the few males still ran the show and horded the profits for themselves! The women of Delta City were both the most demeaned and subjective sex objects in the country and at the same time the most liberated and free willed, it was an impossible mix of contradictions and invisible landmine rules that few males could grasp but which the women themselves seemed to thrive on. Where once males transferred by their companies to Delta City had held mock wakes with their friends in face of the invisible beam which was going to snatch their manhood from them a few days after they arrived, they now under went complex surreal briefings by political correct human service directors as if they were going into a foreign country with strange customs and inscrutable laws.

During the almost century of the fiendish Fengshui’s machines influence its insidious beam not only encompassed Delta City proper, but a hundred mile radius of carpet yanking impotence. As such the city expanded despite its shrinking population so that the boundaries of the city its self were pressed out into this sphere of invisible no-mans land where no one else wanted for their own jurisdiction. The law and the public works and services was extended in rapid annexes of entire counties as the males who had been running them grabbed their families and fled. Delta City on paper was now one of the largest cities in the world, a sprawling Midwestern Tokyo. In reality the city had been forced to condense much of its infrastructure in face of the entire blocks of empty apartment buildings and suburban ghost hamlets. Delta City High School had come to share a campus with Delta City College. They shared buildings and teachers and the overall level of education in the city was one of the highest in the country, but it made it increasingly difficult for the new male teachers and new male students who waded through half naked large busted women on a campus that was a blur between horny legal age girls and not yet horny legal age girls! Most males called it a city of walking landmines, as the women flirted indiscriminately and apparently unawares only to explode in rage and furry if the male looked, said, or acted somehow in the wrong way. While Delta City continued to be the butt of countless late night talk show hosts jokes about its naked horny women and smiling beehive hair-do principles who ran school approved web sites for her students to show their naked bodies and masturbate for credit card cash, while at the same time angrily defending her stern punishment for a boy who had taken a cell phone photo of a girl bending over in the hallway while wearing a short skirt and no panties. In all the apparent confusion of contradictions what a boy needed to know was anything was alright if the girl said it was and wasn‘t if she said it wasn‘t, but the girls in questions kept changing their minds at the drop of their hems and often changed their minds amidst the process of changing their minds?!

Lydia wandered down the several short aisles. They were tall aisles and towered over her head in places. At first she was only concentrating on getting warm and half looking for a pay phone but as she paced slowly down one and then another aisle of junk food she began to realize she hadn’t eaten all day! Well she had several cookies at Gwen’s house, where she had been studying since late night practice had ended at the Delta School’s gym. Gwen lived only a block from the shared school grounds and Lydia had completely spaced off the time and missed the last shuttle bus that would have taken her the twelve blocks back down to the water front where she lived with Brenda. The blocks in question quickly became increasingly dangerous with street thugs once you got past the park and she knew Brenda was going to go ballistic when she called her this late at night and told her where she was!

It was while now more and more intently pursuing the packaged sweets on the shelves and somewhat wondering if the creepy pervert guy at the register was somehow watching her bending over like this on some kind of secret security camera, that Lydia heard the chiming bell of the door announce another customer had entered the small oblong rectangle store. Lydia couldn’t see the windowed front of the store from this aisles vantage point nor the small kiosk register and counter area, but she could feel the sudden cold gust of wind as the unseen door automatically whipped open and it sent her upturned buttocks as she bent at the waist trying to ponder how much Munchy-Ohs with tax would be, quivering at the chill as it flipped her skirt up onto her back pack and exposed her blonde curly pussy once again!

Lydia shot up right and plucked at the back of her hem line. This was getting monotonous! She spied a his/hers bathroom door centered between several magazine racks and headed toward it. That last blast of ice cube breath drilling her little heater down there had made her feel the need to pee! The young teenager shuffled her bag and books and made a bee-line to the restroom.

The restroom was at least passingly clean and she entered in to its small cramped room and closed and locked the door behind her. There was a mirror above the lone sink so of course she began to primp at her wind destroyed hair and check her make-up. And because she was a normal healthy Delta City teenager she finished her once over by lifting the front of her very short pleated skirt and making sure everything looked nice down there as after all it was often on show as well! She then centered herself over the solitary bowl and being careful to hover and not let her immaculate perfect round ass to actually touch the seat of the toilet she did her business and then used her own hand wipes from out of her book bag to freshen herself up down there. There was a panicky moment when she realized there was no handle to flush the toilet and the automatic eye thing wasn’t working but after a few failed attempts to get the thing to flush she just gave up and left the bathroom.

Lydia walked out of the restroom and paused at the racks of magazines. They were all pornos! Disgusting! And on the shelves above the racks were row after row of sex aids! She curled up her small nose and strutted past them. She could see beyond the racks of fetish magazines the back corner of the store where a ice drink machine and several machines with heat lamps held food!!! Lydia increased her pace and zeroed in on the hot dogs turning on their chrome rollers as her stomach growled painfully. The machines were along the corner of the back wall and along the wall that lead back up to the old balding pervert and his check out counter. As Lydia almost reached the cotton candy machine, she saw out of the corner of her eye something that made her stop up short and both instinctively turn her head to look up the aisle toward the check out stand and to drop down into a crouch!

There were two men in ski masks armed with hand guns threatening the old perv who had his hands up and stuttering in wide eyed fear! ’A robbery! Gosh!’ Lydia instantly backpedaled behind the end cap of the aisle and out of direct line of sight of the two goons with the guns. Though she didn’t have her power belt anymore, Lydia still carried her Flag Girl outfit in her book bag whenever she went out. Though a more seasoned super heroine would have just jumped the guys, as most robberies lasted less than five minutes, Lydia instantly pulled her back pack off her shoulders and swung it down in front of her while crab walking/sneaking back toward the restroom with the intent to change into her costume. She had only gone about half the distance when suddenly there came the sound of a loud flushing sound from the restroom? The toilet sensor had finally flushed the toilet! Lydia realized that there was no way the two guys couldn’t have heard that loud whooshing sound and she slipped out of the back aisle and nested herself between two large magazine racks. She saw the magazine racks were on rollers and that they had been pushed out a few feet to make room for cardboard boxes. Without hesitation she squirmed behind the rack and froze breathless. Sure enough one of the thugs appeared and flung open the bathroom door. He began to walk back and forth searching up and down the aisles. Lydia could just see his mechanics boots through the gap under the rolling rack of magazines.

Very slowly she set down her arm load of books and unzipped her book bag. Her super heroine costume was hidden away in the lining of the back pack, and being as it was of stretchy neopane cloth and not of much cloth at that it was easy to hide it. The boots were another matter and rather than hide them entirely in the lining Lydia had come up with the idea of putting a sticky three part sheath of black shiny vinyl to their surface and rolling them up and putting them at the bottom of her bag. It worked great. If anyone saw them they just looked like black knee high stiletto heeled boots! Lydia pulled out the boots now and unrolled them, and then pealed off the black stick on covering, revealing the bright flashy red motif of her super heroine footwear. Well it almost worked great, it was like pealing a banana but then it could suddenly get messy and it was like pealing an orange! Luckily today the black masking came off in its proper zip line three pieces and in a few rapid pulls her famous boots were ready to go!

Lydia had lots of experience changing her clothes in the most inappropriate of locations, and though cramped and being down on her haunches she was expertly naked and re-costumed in less than two minutes. Gone was her civilian wear and shoes which she slipped into her back pack, and on went her super heroine costume. Still she was in a hurry and trying to be quiet as the man who had come back to the restroom was still wandering the back of the store so she left her back pack unzipped and wide open and she slipped out from her hiding place still tugging her costume into place. Let’s face it, other than the blue eye mask and blue communications neck choker (which didn’t work what with the underground computer, lab, and satellites no longer being under their control!) and short wrist blue biker gloves, her entire outfit was a stretchy almost see-thru pair of vertical alternating red and white stripe volley ball shorts with gold trim and about three sizes too small! Heehee! And a pull over just as sheer and stretchy blue halter top with more white stars and a large star cut out that was suppose to center over her ample chest cleavage, but which usually slipped to one side or another and ended up squeezing one of her double DD cupped firm full round breasts out and into some gangsters face! Not that hadn’t saved her life on several occasions as the distraction had proved most beneficial, but it made life in a cell phone camera world one of constant boob checks for nipple slips and worried eye searching for telltale wardrobe malfunctions about to occur. As that too was one of the bizarre contradictions of Delta City, as Lydia Welles she went around as most women did without underwear and inadvertently flashing her privets in public as every woman did, but as a super heroine all those half naked women expected her to keep herself covered up?! There was a whole strange twisted family values thing caught up in there and Lydia understood it well. As a super heroine she was more than just a knuckle dusting babe in a bikini, she was a symbol of all those strange weird ‘normal’ ideals of the Delta City women in general held to an impossible righteous pinnacle of standards. When Flag Girl was thumping thugs she wasn’t just doing so for the rights of all the suppressed women of Delta City she was doing so in the full eyes and minds of the entire world! And that’s a lot of responsibility for a horny teenager!

So even in a hurry she was still tugging and pulling at her uniform as she squirreled out from her niche and slipped up behind the backside of the bag guy who had apparently given up looking for her as his buddy shouted out that the cashier was saying that the automatic toilet flushes whenever it feels like it. ‘A broken light sensor.’ the old balding man was trying to explain in broken English to the business end of a pistol.

Lydia landed a well placed pointed boot tip right into the un-expecting gun mans scrotum. It takes skill to land a kick like that from behind, lots and lots of practice to put the toe of the boot just behind the nut sack and before the anus, it makes the legs of the man instantly whip together and collapse forward. Fortunately Lydia had lots of boys to practice on at the Delta City School campus grounds. A day did not seem to go by that some dumb ass dweeb of a jock or nerd didn’t need a lesson in manners which she and all the other Delta City hotties were quick to hand out!

Before the guy before her could collapse she instantly redirected her kick to land a second sharp controlled blow into the back of his knee. This caused him to fall back toward her instead of away from her and let her place a gauntlet of justice over his mouth and another on to his wrist so she could simultaneously stifle his cry of pain and wrest his firearm away from him with one twisting jerk. The hand gun clattered to the floor and she kicked it under a nearby gondola of small ridiculously expensive boxes of cereal.

The thug was not out of the fight yet and he managed a surprised blind backwards elbow strike that caught her in the right breast and broke her grip. He spun and landed another elbow forearm smash that sent her sprawling backwards crashing into the magazine racks. Magazines and row after row of contraceptives and condoms and gels and lubes and cock rings and French ticklers and vibrating bullets and lovers hand cuffs and hundreds of other sex toys and devices rained down on the buxom blonde battler as she struggled to regain her feet from the awkward landing on the racks that rolled about and refused to grant her the leverage she needed to right herself. For several vital moments she kept clawing with her stiletto heel at the slick tiled floor while simultaneously pushing her elbows back into the magazine rack to fling herself back up and off the racks but they kept rolling and twisting as they slammed about showering more and more sex aid items upon her head! Finally she gave up trying to right herself that way and let herself fall completely back and rolled off the rack in a pile of porno mags!

During those precious seconds while she floundered about helplessly trying to gain a purchase to right herself she had helplessly watched the thug struggle to recover from her attack. He staggered around with knees locked together first both hands then only his left hand massaging his crotch as his right tried to help him keep upright as it knocked cold medicine off the shelves. He seemed torn between looking this way and that for his dropped firearm and inching toward her before she could launch another attack at him. In the end she rolled off the racks and then struggled from her sprawl back up to her feet. All those shinny glossy porn mags and an already heavily waxed floor didn’t make things easy for a girl in high heeled stilettos! But after another embarrassing moment where she had her ass sticking up in the air at the guy and she waddled about on all fours like a bitch in heat, she did manage to scamper up to her feet and face her adversary.

He was still pale and half bent over clutching his nuts as she instinctively struck a super heroine hands on thrusting hips pose before him. She would have to finish him quickly as his partner had surly heard all this noise and would come gun held high to investigate any second now! However any second now ended up being right now! As she flipped a hip out to the side and sized up the best combo to bring green face boy down, the butt end of a revolver came crashing down on the back of her skull and sent her slipping into a world of swirling stars flashing behind her eyes! The second thug had managed to sneak up behind her?! No doubt running down the food machine aisle as she had thrashed about on the magazine racks!

When Lydia came to she found herself lying again on her backside on a pile of porno mags with her hands being held roughly behind the small of her back. Her mask was still thankfully in place but both men where molesting her breasts! And no they simply couldn’t lift up her midriff baring skin tight halter top, no they had to pull the star cut out this way and that until they had managed to impossibly squeeze first one and then the other of her huge round tits out of the cut out like toothpaste out of a tube! And now both men were manhandling her full firm udders like manic day care kids attacking a pound of play dough! That! Was the kind of pervs she had to deal with everyday! Men so stupid that they stopped in the middle of a heist not to just take an okay peak at a helpless girls goodies, but yanked them through a gosh darn small opening and then kneaded them like bread dough! Stupid pervs! Smart as a screen door on a submarine and she had to thank her lucky tank top stars for it! For only one of them had her wrists held behind her back and the other had his pistol pointed up at the ceiling as both feverishly used their remaining hand to message her love melons!

Lydia kept one eye closed and tried to stop the wrinkle of disgust threatening her brow as she carefully lined up both her knees and then slammed them up into the temples of both drooling men! The concussive force sent their heads hard into her huge tits which in their quivering softened the blow on the men, but it still took them by surprise and she easily broke the grasp on her wrists and managed to grab the gun right out of the startled man’s hand!

Keeping the gun out of reach she began assaulting each man’s head. Ms. Americana had gone undercover as a stripper for six months to uncover a white slaver sex ring. In the end, it turned out that she had been frequenting the wrong club, but that didn’t matter, what mattered is that she picked up a lot of new moves and one of them was the ‘titty slap’! a deceptively simple move of slamming one’s breast into the side of a man’s head, but when properly done and using the bent forearm and upper arm for a backing firmness it could crush beer cans and break noses! Brenda had been kind enough to pass the information and technique onto her ward Lydia, and Lydia Welles, now as Flag Girl began to savagely whip her tits back and forth slapping the shit out of the two stunned men! “You want it baby? Let mommy give it to you!” she snarled as she cracked jaws and blood spurted from shattered noses! The two dazed men fell away scrambling madly as she jiggled her tits menacingly at them. They crawled a short distance and then as she leaned forward shaking her mams and growling at them, they ran from the building slamming into the slow opening glass door twice before fleeing out into the icy cold darkness.

Flag Girl laughed and tucked away her magnificent tits. The gun she tossed haphazardly aside as she gathered up her scattered books and dug out her back pack from a pile of spilled magazines and merchandise. There was no time to change or call Brenda now, undoubtedly the cops would be coming soon and she was in a rare mood where she didn’t want to have to deal with them or the late night guy the Delta City newspaper had cover the overnight crime scenes. He some how always managed to cut off the top of her head and center the photo on her breasts! And she had her fill of pervs for one evening! Speaking of which! Flag Girl slung her bag over her shoulder and stuffed her books inside it which meant it couldn’t be closed as they stuck half out of the open top. Her head was still ringing from the pistol whipping and she was still squinting stars out of her eyes and all that tit mangling had her pussy screaming for naughty cock! So it was on wobbly legs that most famous side kick in the world headed up to the shocked bald checker. She gave him a big smile and then leaning forward which caused one of her nipples to slip out of her star cut out top, she reached under the counter and popped out the vcr tape from the security camera recorder. “You don’t mind if I take this do you? A little memento of our special evening together.” and she gave the stuttering middle age man a wink and smile as she wiggled her way out of the store. She seriously doubted he would be able to give the police any kind of description of her face when she had arrived at the store as Lydia Welles as that wasn’t the part of her body he had been bug eyed staring at when she had entered. And with the tape now in her hands her secret identity would continue to be safe! Not bad for a nights work!

Her cockiness didn’t keep her warm for long and she knew she couldn’t be seen wandering into ‘the bottom line’ dinner as Flag Girl. So it meant another costume change back into her civies and she would have to do it in one of the dark alley ways along the way! Ugh! Life was certainly not fair! The costume change went off without a hitch though she had to do it in almost pitch dark freezing conditions and a blind squinting digging in her back pack while making mental notes to add a small flash light to her already heavy daily lug of back pack gear. Her old power belt had a built in flash light in the ‘F’ and her old key chain to the Wade Mansion had a small flash light on it, of course she owned none of those things anymore.

It was with blue lips and chattering teeth that Lydia found herself pounding on the front door to the dinner which housed her and Brenda’s rooms above and which they shared with Margaret. To her increasing embarrassment not only was Brenda waiting up for her but Margaret as well! Both women were in their bathrobes and obviously pissed as they eyed the clock above the back bar of the dinner. Three thirty a.m. it glaringly shouted out to all three women in the silent room. “I-I can explain.” Lydia began as she dropped her back pack on to the floor. “I was studying biology with some friends and-” with hands fidgeting Lydia nervously kicked over the back pack her books came spilling out followed by a wave of Black Mamba Jumbo Sized Condoms, Industrial Strength Anal Lube, and several issues of “White Sluts Love Black Cock!”

“I can see that,” Brenda snarled after the shock passed off all three of their frozen faces.

“I’m heading off to bed,” Margaret laughed and stretched as she turned to go up stairs. “You should do the same tiger. It looks like you could use the rest.” Margaret smirked as she raised an eyebrow at the still leaking out pile of sex toys and porn mags.

Brenda scowled and snatched up the back pack as Lydia gave up and shaking her tired head marched up stairs after Margaret with Brenda muttering behind her as she kept digging in Lydia’s bag pulling out more and more sex aid items that had fallen off the shelves in the gas station/connivance store and into Lydia’s open back pack until with eyes wide and mouth gapping she pulled out a ball gag and love cuffs. Then she shook her head and smiled despite herself and coughed and resumed her scowl as she followed her wayward ward up to their rooms and some serious talks! “I mean it looked like there might be lipstick on that ball gag and everyone knows that the boys are suppose to be the ones gagged with it?! Mixed-up kids today!” Brenda shook her head and shut the door at the top of the stairs behind them.

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“GAME, SET, AND SNATCH!”

It shouldn’t really be all that surprising that many of the male dominated games that can be found throughout the country are not so strangely absent in Delta City. There’s no professional football or basketball or baseball teams nor the equivalent of the farm team or even high school or collegiate level of such sports. Instead female dominated sports take its place, and not females playing male sports such as football etcetera, but rather female sports that seem uniquely alluring to the female athlete. As such there were four sports that Delta City was internationally known for and in which its 85% female population poured its spirit and support into with as much fever and gusto and collective pride as any other major metropolis.

The first of these was lacrosse, of which Delta City and its extend one hundred mile radius of influence fielded not less than six professional teams! ESPN carried every game all the way up to the world championships which Delta City housed in its huge lacrosse stadium once every two years. The popularity of the game for most non-Delta City women, ie the mainly male global television viewing audience, no doubt centered in no small part to the short pleated skirts, the midriff barring gauzy skin tight tops and the utter lack of underwear that was a hallmark staple of Delta City its self! This was undoubtedly also the case for the second most popular sport, tennis! Again the short skirts and lack of underwear meant that instead of panty flashes one got to see a whole lot more! Many of the professional Delta City athletes actually trimmed their pubic hair into shapes, lucky symbols, or even their jersey numbers knowing that so many men world wide would be straining to see them. The third most popular sport was a tie between field hockey and soccer. Again the Delta City teams played both games in short skirts and no panties and in field hockey it was accustomed practice to smack the ass of the girl who scored the goal with your hockey stick, in the championship games this took on an almost ritual where the goal scorer would hike up her skirt and bend over while everyone on her team ran up and swatted her ass with their sticks. Ticket sales for championship games were often scalped in the thousands of dollars outside of Delta City. In soccer scorers would leap up in the air and smash their huge tits against their team mates tits as well as doing cartwheels and flips in celebration of scouring goals. No one tore off their tops as the tops were already see-thru as it was! The last sport that held huge international TV revenue generating audiences was, volley ball. Volley ball was often seen as being rather sedate compared with all the rampant nudity of the other full contact sports. The Delta City women did of course wear their skin tight volley ball shorts a few sizes smaller than other teams around the nation and their shirts were of a skin tight gauze that left little to the imagination, but there were few naked snatches or fully exposed nipples as one saw frequently in the other venues. It could almost be called ‘tame’ by Delta City standards, but it was THE sport as far as the women of Delta City were concerned. Everyone played it and most played it very, very seriously. There were hundreds of leagues in the city and surrounding area and once a year the grand championships brought all of them together for the month long playoffs. Unlike all of the other sporting events around the globe, the Delta City Volley Ball Championships were literally open to anyone. Anyone could form a team and compete. And everyone did. Every company had one, every school, every neighborhood, and any one of them had a chance to make it all the way to the finial game! It was also cheap compared to most sports and required less hours of team practice to get to a decent level of skills unlike field hockey or lacrosse where every move had to be worked on over and over again as an entire team on large practice fields, volley ball could be played in ones back yard with just two people and even without a net just for fun and still be a learning experience and skill sharpening exercise.

There were a few differences between Delta City volley ball and regular volley ball played around the world. First the women of Delta City tended to be much bustier than most women in other cities and somewhere along the line this had become incorporated into the game. Any score that was directly achieved by the ball being set off of a breast thrust was awarded double points. If a woman spiked the ball using her breast or blocked a ball back over the net using her breasts and scored it was quadruple points. There was even a hard core version of the game that was played along side the regular torment where the teams would enter a match with their wrists handcuffed behind their back and their naked upper torsos covered in baby oil, they got not only points for each breast save, set, or return, but also received points when the opposing team missed the ball even if they weren’t the team serving at the time. Those games were fast paced and intense and one never knew what to expect when the teams came jiggling out onto the field of combat with their hands cuffed! And stripped of their tops! Their huge volley ball sized breasts glistening under the mercury keg lights! Brenda Wade had appeared topless and cuffed on a high school ‘hard ball’ team as they were called, and made it all the way to the quarter finials of just such a hard core match before being hammered by a team of Russian women. But most women used their hands and arms as well as their breasts and kept their shirts on when they played. And that included Lydia Welles, the ward of Brenda Wade, who played on the senior Delta City High School team. The girls got to choose a name for their team each season and the girls good enough to make it onto the senior official high school team had selected to call themselves, ‘The Nets’. Sort of as a nod of thanks to Brenda Wade and ‘the bottom line’ which was their corporate sponsor this year.

It was the first time in over ten years that the huge ‘CFNM’ corporation hadn’t held the distinction of being the sole sponsor of the Delta City senior high school team as well as the college teams. They had once sponsored the senior and varsity and junior squads of the entire college level competitors, but other companies now sponsored the college level teams this year and it was rumors of illegal betting on the games that had made the company’s sponsorship shaky this year and had caused the Delta City Volley Ball Commission to decline their offer of sponsorship. A rumor that had its roots in Ms. Americana’s recent crack down on all the illegal gambling establishments in the city and some discovered evidence of the huge international CFNM companies involvement in said establishments. A rumor that was feverentily deigned by the company. In response, the CFNM company had formed its first company team ever and had spared no expense in their training and acquisition of new ‘employees’ who had won several championship trophies in the past! This might have been the end of it except for an unfortunately made Ms. Americana off hand passing comment made in front of the press as she lugged out an arm load of bookies from one of the cities water front betting establishments, that the whole CFNM company had gone down hill and taken a serious turn for the worse since its recent take over by the Wade brothers and the ousting of its female president and all female board members, this had caused a lawyer tizzy-fit in the font page headlines. “How dose one file litigation against a vigilante? How are we to hold accountable the actions and accusations of a person or persons of no knowable address? How do we address these libels, slanders, and larcenies?” The Wade brothers army of lawyers were on every television talk show and radio station talk show spewing hate and cringing innocence, playing up the part of the wronged victim to the t. and all the while Brenda Wade watched and brooded from her lab under the dinner as she built another construction robot out of little more than spare parts culled from the junk yards. Brenda would nod and mutter that this time there would be no secret base no hidden concealed fortress, this time she would build her new base right out in public where any citizen of Delta City could come up to the front door and knock!

But first she would have to find her way through the maze of tunnels leading to her old base. Remove all her super heroine equipment there (which in her current and likely on going financial straights were irreplaceable) and find some way of funneling out the power from Fengshui’s secret machine to her new base so she could recharge her and Lydia’s and Margaret’s power belts. Yes, that was also something of an initial surprise to Lydia, but it made perfect sense in retrospect. Brenda had without a word to Lydia decided to take Margaret into her confidence and tell her all about her secret identity as Ms. Americana and thus in the process revealing Lydia’s secret identity as Flag Girl! It made sense in that Margaret and Brenda were almost identical in mind and body, like two lost sisters, and Margaret was a brilliant mechanic standing shoulder to shoulder with Brenda’s own abilities in the lab and her breast contained an inordinate large concentration of Aphrodite gene cells making her an ideal candidate for accepting the power belts ability to create a bridge across the gap of those un-awakened cells and harness her sleeping super heroine powers. Lydia had welcomed the tall busty thick mane red head who had become like a big sister to her, into the super heroine fold, but she also felt more and more pushed out of the loop and saw Margaret as her replacement. Not that Margaret would ever be a mere ‘side kick’ but Lydia had always thought some day she would stop being the ‘side kick’ and become Brenda’s equal, but with Margaret now about to don the mantle of a super heroine it seemed Lydia would always be the side kick?! In any case, it was now Brenda Wade and Margaret who ventured side by side into the warrens of the underground tunnels and caverns trying to find a back way into the dome beneath Wade Manor, and little Lydia was left alone, more and more on her own, a Flag Girl without a Ms. Americana! Battling the inner city bad guys by herself! And in a way she kind of liked it!!!

But right now all of Lydia’s thoughts were on the upcoming game. She had put in long late night hours at the Delta City High School/College Athletic Center practicing her volley ball skills with her high school senior team mates and still struggled to keep up her ‘c’ average in class (Lydia had accepted that she simply wasn’t the brainy type though Brenda hadn’t quiet got that message yet!) and fight bad guys at night. The power belts had always given them not only enhanced abilities but worked sort of like the world’s most powerful energy bar or double express extra creamy latte! You could have put in sixteen hours at school and be dead tired and ready for bed, but slip that belt on and you were goood to go for another round kicking bad guy balls!!! Without the belts Lydia found burning the candle at both ends meant a lot of falling asleep during class or on the bus! Which was always embarrassing and potentially dangerous in a city full of perverts like Delta City was!

The month long elimination matches had already begun with each game a life or death winner take all advancement or removal. The team ups were some what random as technically Delta City did not allow a professional Volley Ball team, but there were ‘seeding’ and ranks based on previous wins and losses though out the year and it was always a long shot for the less skilled sand lot teams to make the winding trek up to the finals, but every year had its underdogs that did just that! The Delta City senior high school team was always a mid-ranked team and considered a tough nut to crack that anyone drew. They seldom made it into the finals but were considered the spoilers every year for even some of the best company teams as their skill level was always quiet good! This year had proved no exception and already the ‘Nets’ had knocked several top ranked teams out of the running and their calendars and posters and ticket sales to their games were always in the top ten! But what no one was talking about but everyone was thinking was a possible match-up between the Nets and the ‘CFNM’ team! Even though it was a round about maze of thought, the connection between Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana was undeniable to most people in Delta City. Some thought they were one and the same, but most thought of Ms. Americana as a sort of personal body guard or at least personally funded by Brenda Wade and her one time Wade Industries. Brenda had merely said they were compatriots who shared the common goal of women’s liberation. But there was no doubt that with the loss of Brenda’s fortune one never saw the Ms. Americana saber jet flying across the Delta City skies! News paper comics showed the jet grounded with cobwebs on it and a distraught Ms. Americana holding a fuel bill she can’t pay and Brenda Wade standing next to her dumping out a purse containing only I.OU.’s and various gears, parts and test tubes, but no money. Regardless of the connection or lack there of, there was no mixed messages coming from the CFNM camp, they considered it their main goal to win the championship trophy and considered it a pleasure to get to do so by stepping over the defeated and humiliated ruins of not only the team sponsored by Brenda Wade but captained by her ward, Lydia Welles!

Though Brenda considered the whole thing some what ridiculous and with Margaret at her side kept disappearing again and again into the labyrinth of sewers and tunnels and mine shafts trying to find a back way into the hidden dome under Wade Manor only to come stumbling back bowl legged and pussy sore after several hours of inseminoid rapes, Lydia took the up coming inevitable game between the Nets and CFNM with the utmost seriousness! If both teams won their next four games they would meet in the quarter finials for sure!

But it wasn’t the teams they had to face that worried Lydia. Win or lose they would play their best. Rather it was the swirling rumors of ‘cheating’ being lobbed at the CFNM team. After twelve games of elimination there were a lot of sour grapes as there always were but something did indeed not seem ‘right’? At least two of the games had been very close up till the end when the CFNM had suddenly blown the other team out of the water with apparent ease? But the allegations of wrong doing, which the Delta City Volley Ball Commission took very seriously and were investigating were some what haphazard. After all, the entire CFNM team was legally cheating by their very existence! Companies were allowed to sponsor teams with the Commissions approval and thus could help pay for uniforms, practice time, etcetera, but no one was allowed to be paid to play! Companies could have their own teams, but they had to be composed out of actual employees of the said company. And it was not uncommon for a company to bring in a ‘ringer’ a person who was put on the company pay roll as an employee but in reality was only there to play in the matches on the company team. But this was the first time that an entire team of players were all ringers! The CFNM team were all former volley ball champs who now had been suddenly hired and ‘worked’ for CFNM as vending machine techs or janitors or such and yet were contracted a years full guaranteed wage of several hundred thousand dollars each regardless if they were fired tomorrow?! How many people are paid two hundred thousand dollars a year to fill cup cakes into break room vending machines?! But though morally questionable it was still legal in the Commissions bylaws. Their investigation was thus in the allegations that CFNM was still running a betting ring on the games and using as yet unknowable ‘influences’ to fix those games. So far the Commission had found no criminal wrong doing, but Lydia could smell a rat. Every since the Wade Industries brothers had taken over CFNM the whole games had become increasingly crooked. And it was more than just questionable calls by bribed refs and simple blackmail and intimidation of players and coaches, there was something more sinister yet at the bottom of it! But what it could be Lydia couldn’t fathom! And while Lydia could only smile and play her best in the games ahead, Flag Girl could do a little behind the scenes snooping and make sure those up coming games with CFNM were as ‘fair’ as could be expected! Not just for her team but all the remaining teams out there!

When one considers what so many other cities would have called vices being commonalty tolerated and oft encourage in the metropolis of Delta City, it may seem puzzling that ‘gambling’ should be so vilified and aggressively repressed by the women of that staid city. But its root was basic enough and once known to the outsider understandable if not entirely fathomable. When the men realized that their penis’s had been robbed of all their sexual pleasure by some kind of machine buried under the city and watched repeated large scale attempts to find and destroy said machine fail, they had packed up their bags and sometimes families and fled in droves!

One such man had run a gambling establishment, which at this time were perfectly legal in the city and common throughout the town. He left with all the money, all the riches, all the wealth, but left all his bills and his rather shocked wife behind. Without much choice in the matter she had taken over the casino and set about paying off her creditors. The ruling body of men were shocked by this! The sudden loss of man power had forced them to encourage women to leave the kitchen for the factory work floors, but the idea of a woman ‘owning’ a business was utterly unacceptable! With a single swipe of their collective hand they took it away from her and tossed her into the streets. An entire city of women exploded! They took to the streets, and the fires they set in buildings like City Hall burned for days. When it was all over the men had, thinking themselves very clever, outlawed gambling. Better to close down the casino rather than give it back over to a woman! Of course they had only intended to outlaw ‘THAT’ casino not all the others they owned and ran, but the women proved more clever than they and in the end gambling was outlawed within the city limits completely. The women gathered in mobs of thousands to burn down the casinos and betting shops throughout the city and the men learned a slow painful lesson, that never again would they publicly and brazenly slap a woman down! A later governor referring back to that time had called it the ‘pussy putsch’ while laughing past his trade mark cigar and into his ever present tumbler of scotch. He was latter found tied up naked in front of the governors mansion with an impossibly large bottle of scotch rammed deep up his kiester and his testicles slowly roasting over a small bonfire of cigars while several thousand women stood around him signing gospel hymns!

Though over a century had passed every attempt to appeal the anti-gambling law had sent hordes of women flocking into the streets to throw rocks through the windows of the town hall and police station and governors mansion! The males grudenly accepted that there never would be legal gambling in Delta City again and sent their betting operations underground. Not only was it illegal to bet ‘IN’ Delta City but it was also illegal to bet elsewhere in the country on any of the games held in Delta City. Such was the power of sympathetic ‘sisterhood’ though out the nation! Men beware!

Lydia had called off practice early (they had won a ‘by-day’ and would not have to play that night) and told her team mates to try and get a good nights sleep for the up coming game. She had then raced off with no intent to follow her own good advice but to find an appropriate place to change from her practice sweats into her Flag Girl costume. With so many games playing on dozens of courts and international camera crews and mobs of fans and families, finding an appropriate place to change wasn’t going to be easy!

The matches started at seven am and went on non-stop until around eleven-thirty at night. It was not uncommon for a lower ranked team to play up to three matches a day during that first week of the month long elimination rounds. As such the already busy school commons was often now packed and finding some place nearby to change her costume that either wasn’t covered by the unblinking security cameras or having the strong potential of being stumbled upon half naked was going to be tricky to find. And nearby was what the young waif was hoping for as in less than twenty minutes the CFNM team was scheduled to play another hotly contested game, it would be the last game played outside of the high security domed campus gym. If CFNM won this game then all their remaining games would be hosted inside the gym and getting in there past all that security would be iffy at best! So this was her one chance to snoop around the locker room of the CFNM during an actual game and see if there was anything funny going on back there?!

The game was being held in one of the smaller older buildings, used normally to house theater/plays and some lectures, it would be ideal for infiltration as it lacked any cameras and Lydia knew the place very well having volunteered to repaint it after Brenda Wade had won the small construction bid to use her construction robots to refurbish the place and do some foundation work. There had only been three robots then and Brenda, Lydia, Margaret and several of the regular waitresses at ‘the bottom line’ had pitched in to do some painting and such.

Fortunately the small building was right up next to the long meandering brick wall of the Raptor Park and though there were no opening in the wall at that point there was a large creek/stream that passed from the park and into the school grounds. The stream was spanned by small bridges here and there but few of them offered much protection from the view of so many people, but at the wall its self there was a large steel and brick covert and though half way through it was a wall of iron bars to meant to keep out trespassers from when the park had been privet property, the covert was rimmed by several shrubs and old towering trees and would make an ideal secluded spot to change her outfit and stash her backpack which would inturn house her practice sweats.

Lydia cast several nervous glances around her as she made her way as rapidly as she could and still be technically ‘walking’ and gave a long pause in the heavy night shadow of a hundred year old oak. Then she took a deep breath and slipped past some shrubs into a nice little nested clearing about two yards wide rimmed by shrubs, a tree, and the brick wall its self. She had used this spot before to change her outfit and it sure beat doing it on the mossy slime covered little foot wide shelf lip that ran on the sides of the covert. Besides there was a bridge not twenty yards down stream from the wide covert mouth and people on it could see a long ways into the covert if they choose to look that way.

Lydia dropped her backpack and began to change her clothes. Ideally one would want to lay out all the clothes you were going to put on and then make the transfer one traded garment at the time of course starting the whole procedure with putting on the mask or taking it off last if changing back into civilian wear, but the ground was still damp with dew and was all dirt here no grass and she couldn’t afford to use her little hand light less it give her away and draw unwanted attraction to her location. One would have thought the next logical way to change in a semi-public place would be to find a piece of garment then hold it in her hand while she took off the one it was replacing to thus minimize her nudity and speed up the costume change as much as possible. But the problem here was she wasn’t changing out of work clothes in the back seat of a speeding friends car into clubbing gear, she was changing ‘identities’ and that is a whole other kettle of fish! There was a whole mindset, a sort of matador mind preparation in donning the costume, an empowerment of the mind, all the more important without a power belt slung around her waist! Besides getting caught entirely naked she was just Lydia Welles, most embarrassed teen! If she was naked and had her Flag Girl mask on she was Flag Girl most embarrassed super heroine. But if she had her mask on and had half her civilian clothing on and discovered, she was ‘blown secret identity girl!’ As such Lydia, as most super heroines did, chose to strip entirely naked before putting on her mask and the rest of her costume and so she did now stripping off her sweat top and laying it on the ground so she would have a place to stand on to keep her soon to be bear feet from getting dirty when she swapped them for boots. One could have wondered why not lay the sweat pants on the ground and place all the super heroine costume bits out there for quick and easy use, but then one would be showing they had never changed personas in a public place before! The only resort a super heroine had who was discovered before she was naked and had put her mask on, was either to brazen it out and accept that your civilian identity had been caught nude or grab your shit and run! Neither worked very well if you first had to gather up your super heroine costume and put it away in your bag! If Lydia had to flee all she had to do was grab her ubiquitous Puffy Penis backpack. The sweat top was untraceable and bought off the rack at a discount store, a practice that was taking the somewhat spoiled formerly rich girls some getting used to!

No! Lydia had years of practice at this, if you weren’t in a secure location for a costume change, or no longer had an Ultra Power Belt that could do an instant ‘flash’ change for you (SIGH!) then the best way to proceed was to strip completely naked putting all your civies away and then give one final look-see around and then snap your mask into place! Then a girl could pull out the rest of her costume preferably one piece at a time in case she needed to grab the bag and run or hide it etcetera. And so this is what Lydia did.

With her top off Lydia’s firm full globes felt nice and refreshed into the cool night air. She didn’t wear a bra of course, few women in Delta City wore undergarments, except for the outsiders who moved in and were of course instantly appalled and would rant about indecency and shame and then the still existing though much weaker Fengshui beam would seep into their cells and they would feel that irritating itch every time they covered up their nipples or crotch and they would rant and complain about anyone who threatened to make them cover up their bodies with those awful constricting choking undergarments! Besides in Delta City volley ball the judges and referees would always check to make sure there weren’t any foreign objects being worn on the breasts that might aid a girl in setting or blocking or spiking the ball. It in turn was why the teams always wore such tight fighting semi-transparent tops! So once Lydia had pulled off her sweat top her naked love melons were happily free to soak up the night air and wobble around as nature and Fengshui had intended.

Next she removed her head sweat band and wrist sweat bands which she tucked into the back pack and pulled off her little non-marking sneakers, careful to step onto her sweat top to keep her socks and then her bare feet from getting dirty. The little ankle socks came off next and she thrust each sock into a sneaker and then thrust the sneakers into her back pack. Now on her island of terry cloth she carefully slid down her sweat pants bending over slowly and revealing her perfect naked round ass in the process. The awkward stepping out of the lower garment didn’t make her fall this time, Lydia was something of a klutz despite her constant athletic training and had the odd habit of following up a beautiful difficult graceful move with a full face plant stumble over a loose shoe string! UGH!

Now with her sweat pants rolled up and tucked away into her backpack, Lydia opened the secret lining of her bag and dug around until she found her eye mask. One quick look to make sure no one was around and she removed a small can of actors glue (disguised as a small can of hair spray) and sprayed the back of the mask. These older stiff cloth masks needed to be glued into place. She fit the moist gluey backed wide eye hole cut blue mask into place on her face.

Now she was no longer Lydia Welles. Standing here stark naked in nothing but her eye mask, she had mentally and if caught physically now Flag Girl! She now began to rummage in the secret compartment zip lining of the back pack, bottoms or tops which ever came first! It was the top. A midriff-baring pull over halter top design. It had a stiff raised open throat collar and a pattern of irregularly shaped white stars on a blue back ground. The stars did not have the black outline as the ones on Ms. Americana’s left bra cup costume. There were also three gold metal accent stars starting off center of the neck and moving down a short distance at an angle of the right side of the top, giving the appearance as being buttons on a military or great coat in the over lap style. These three buttons were functional and one could slip each star through the hole in the overlapping stretchy material and drop the pulled across flap aside to make more room for pulling the head through the hole when putting on or removing the top, but Flag Girl usually only undid the top button and left the other two as the material was in did quiet stretchy. In the center of the very tight top was a cut out. This cut out varied between two patterns; the first pattern was the inverted or upside down triangle, the second pattern was a five pointed star. The inverted triangle was a classic design and could be found on several super heroine tops, say the Green Specter’s side kick, Specter Girl. It allowed for a wide view at the top of the upper chest and a narrowing view of the actual breast cleavage. It was considered a more demure and discrete top for a young side kick and therein lay the problem for Flag Girl as she wanted people to stop thinking of her as a little girl and start realizing she was a woman! The star shape cut out was much more risqué, and fit the whole star motif of her outfit a lot better and it actually showed ‘LESS’ skin than the inverted triangle cut. But the cut out had to trimmed in heavy gold thread to help keep its star shape which was okay as the top’s bottom hem was trimmed in thick gold braid. But there was a real problem with the bottom two points of the star, to put it bluntly they hand a tendency to always show the large puffy areolas of her nipples! And a few quick twist this way or that and one of her large always perky proud nipples was poking out to say ‘hello!’ not to mention what a street thug could do with just one serious grab and tug of her top or one well landed blow to her mighty chest canons! Blamo! Suddenly half a tit was hanging out! And if she lost consciousness even for just a few seconds, the fiends were always yanking her top this way and that until both her luscious jugs were impossibly squeezed out the star hole in her top! When she wore the simple triangle cut this never happened, they simply pulled the top up over her impressive full round firm double DD-cups and started outboard motoring her firm young hefty mounds like the Delta City Speed Boat races! UGH! Still that was better than getting your knockers squished through your tops cutout and slurped on! That was soooooooo embarrassing! Especially as it took some doing to get such huge boobs back through that constricting opening and so once they were out like that she often had to leave they swinging free and yet still tingling with delicious tight titty torture until the fight was over! That made for some damp panties as having your tits mauled was a huge turn-on for an Aphrodite gene super heroine! Still for a super heroine to move on to a more revealing costume meant the general public of Delta City trusted her more and supported her more and she was definitely no longer a little girl in ANYBODY’S eyes! The top she had in her bag today was the star cutout top and so there were several seconds of additional tugging on the top and she had to keep the top button open for a few more seconds as she reached in and cupped each heavy breast and pulled it up and around into position so those bottom two star points wouldn’t show toooooo much of her large puffy areolas! It was always a lower lip bitter for Flag Girl and always a hesitant stew of anxiety when she wore this top, but after several seconds of tugging and pushing she sighed and did up the top star button which of course tightened up the top considerably and really increased her décolleté on the already few sizes too small top, and it of course pushed her nipples even more on to promontory display! Any tugs now would only make it worse and end up showing even more of her nipples and create even greater mounds of cleavage pressing up and out of the cutout so she cleared her throat, raised an impressed eyebrow at how large her breasts were becoming, and how much of a sexy ass hottie she was! and ignored her naughty nipples and went rummaging back into her backpack in the near darkness of the bushes clearing for the next piece of her costume.

Her gloves! Well, it was going to be one of those nights, looks like her perfect blonde pubic mound was going to be on display to the very last! Huh, oh well. The gloves were blue as well and were just a little longer in the wrist than a pair of bike riding gloves were and yet not long enough to be wielder or gauntlet style gloves. The website were she got them called them, ‘ladies riding gloves’ and she really thought that was cool! She bought them white and then dyed them blue so as to make tracing them from Lydia Welles to Flag Girl that much less likely. With her power belt still on hiatus Flag Girl had modified the gloves slightly by putting two metal gold stars on the knuckles of the first and second finger of each hand. It gave just a tad more ‘dust off’ to her punches! And it gave a little shiver/thrill when the cold stars touched her naked hips when she did one of her super heroine poses! Hee-hee!

The only piece of gear other than her boots which lay rolled up and curled at the bottom of her bag proper was the bottoms and they came out of the zipper pouch at last. She wanted a G-string like all the big girl super heroines wore! But Brenda still expressly forbid it! But she had finally shed the mid-calf panty flashing cheerleader skirt (Geesh! How many times had she heard some lame-o super villain go ‘give me a ‘T’! gemme’ an ‘A’! whatz thad spell”! T n’ A Girl!” not funny really not funny, especially if they were hammering the back of your throat with a tinny eleven inch pathetic pecker! She still cringed every time she saw a cheerleader in uniform, the same way she heard Specter Girl winced anytime she saw a clown?!) and had replaced the skirt and full girl panties with a much sexier tighter volley ball shorts! The shorts ‘should’ have actually covered more of her flesh than the old granny panties she had worn under the skirt but she went three sizes smaller and left her full ass cheeks swing in the breeze! Hee-hee! Camel toeing was a bit of a problem but the smaller size looked so hot she didn’t mind her labia being split wide by the center seam and the constant stimulation to her clitoris was very pleasing! The skin tight shorts were of large bands of vertical stripes of alternating red and white and a gold braid at the top where she had secretly cutaway the original waist band and lowered it considerably down on the swells of her hips! It gave her some great hip-hugger action back there letting the top of her spherical buttocks to crown up and over the bottoms top producing some sexy ass cleavage that you just couldn’t get with a G-string so she was very proud of that!

The last thing of note about the top and bottom of her costume, Flag Girl was now fully in her rebellious teen years and she chaffed at Brenda’s restrictions especially those involving her freedom of choices for her super heroine costume. Flag Girl had wanted a small band top, a sort of tube top but open on the sides, she had designed it herself. It had a tube top front, that is a single stretchy band covering the front of both her breasts. Then a thin strap around the small of her back, and then a thin strap that went from the tops upper corner up and looped around her shoulder/armpit. The simple loop strap was repeated on the other side of course. The result was a single piece of cloth that tightly covered a small stretch of area from nipple to nipple, until you moved than boobs started falling out everywhere! Brenda had been appalled! Next Lydia had tried to copy Brenda’s own current Ms. Americana style top a shoulder strapless bandu-bra style, but she went for more of a push-up bra/platform bra with gel inserts. She thought the gel inserts were a great idea as they would help cushion the jolting effect of the breast bounce when she ran! The result was extreme explosive cleavage that pushed her young boobs almost up to her neck! And turned her huge jugs into ever jiggling dynamos of vibrating tit flesh! Brenda hadn’t even been able to form words but just shake her head ‘no’ as she stormed off clutching her aching head. In the end she had pouting went back to her halter top with only a few cosmetic changes much to Brenda’s smiling approval. But unknown to Brenda Lydia had changed the cloth its self. She had selected a much more thinner sheerer cloth that was almost see-thru! The colored red and blue wasn’t so noticeable, but the white! Well when she stretched the white cloth with splayed fingers from one hand and than ran a finger tip underneath the stretched material she could easily see her finger, in other words, it was perfect!!! Her new volley ball shorts just so happened to have a large white stripe as its center which meant that if one looked closely at the heavily camel toeing crotch one could easily see that the carpet matched the drapes!!!!!

The boots had always been a problem. You could roll them up and stick them in the bottom of the bag, but you couldn’t really hide them in the secret compartment, they bulge out too much. And at first she had tried to hide the all red boots by sticking black vinyl mask to them but that never seemed to work and if the banana peel thing didn’t work well there you were pulling little bits off for hours! Then she had noticed that they were just red boots, not really like Ms. Americana’s which had distinct white trim or gold metallic stars on their side or anything, just plain knee high boots. The problem was no one was wearing red boots. But several girls were wearing all blue boots! After giving it some thought Lydia replaced her all red boots with a pair of all blue knee high boots. Now if some one saw them in her bag it was no big deal! Dozens of girls had blue boots! The change had not been easy nor taking lightly by the little air head, a pair of perfect leather and vinyl knee high blue boots cost four hundred dollars! That was three months of skipping meals and pinching pennies but it had been worth it! They looked cool! Besides the way the fashions went, next year red might be the color of choice for everybody’s boots and she would already have those at the ready!!

Flag Girl now stepped off her sweat top and snapping it a few times to shake off as much dirt as possible shoved it into her backpack and zipped it close. It was just a matter of hiding it in the nearby bushes and she was finally ready to infiltrate the near by red brick building were people were already gathering for the up coming match. Moving from the shadows of the bushes and trees into the back shadow of the nearby building about to house the event was not of much difficulty. There was no one wandering around behind the structure and Flag Girl quickly made her way to the rear fire escape. If she had her power belt it would have been an easy jump up to catch the bottom rung of the fire ladder and let her weight pull it down. But with out the belt she increased her gait to a near sprint and launched herself into several forward hand spring flips finishing with a double aerial summersault that put her gloved palms right on the bottom ladder rung. The ladder screeched down in a somewhat loud metallic grunting and Flag Girl quickly mounted the fire escape platform to allow the ladder to re-ascend and minimize the duration of the noise. Up two quick pounding flights and she was at the second fire door. It was here that her helping for free Brenda had paid off. For Brenda was thinking always like a super heroine and with all her lock picking gadgets out of reach back in the Ms. Americana secret base under the usurped Wade Manor, she had taken to making duplicate keys to all the doors to any building her construction bots were contracted to work in. Flag Girl now took the key out of the little inner zipper pouch inside her boot. Normally she kept any additional gear in one of the flip top metal boxes on her power belt, but….. the naked gleam of her innie-belly button which would normally be hid by her missing belt answered that.

As she used the prolonged key to open the fire exit door and step into the ole four story brick building Lydia found herself on an upper storage floor full of costume trunks and stage flats and over in one corner two empty small chairs with a half completed game of chess on the board between them. Suddenly Flag Girl was reminded when she had decided to take up the game of chess as Lydia Welles in hopes of improving her mind and had gone to her first chess club meeting where a nerdy boy who surprisingly turned out to be the chess club captain had introduced himself. Not wanting to waste any time the naive Lydia had looked up from her chair at the boy and asked him in wide eyed innocence, “Do you wanna play ‘CHEST’?” the boy’s glasses had fogged over his nose had begun to bleed and he made a gurgling sound as he launched himself at poor Lydia’s breasts?! Lydia had knocked the dweeb into next week and stormed out never to return!

It was only months latter that someone had told her it was pronounced, ‘chess’ and not ‘chest’, but that was about as far as she had ever got in learning anything about that game. Seeing the lone board now made her chuckle at the past memory, but she quickly put her mind to work on the task at hand. The ‘CFNM’ team was scheduled to play one of the Kenny street teams. Kenny Street was one of the main central arteries of Delta City and passed through so many neighborhoods that it actually fielded three teams this year. And this year the teams had shown their unity in face of the ballyhoo of the CFNM controversy to name themselves sequentially from the Greek alphabet. Alpha, Beta, Delta, with Beta already being knocked out of the running and Delta being the team facing the CFNM team tonight.

Flag Girl made her way down through the maze of passageways and winding staircases. Stopping to view the crowd in the auditorium seats and the makeshift volley ball court that had been set up on the hard wood raised stage, from the rafters. She watched the two teams make their way out onto the lines of metal chairs set up on the sides of the court and Flag Girl took this to be her cue to make her way down into the male and female rest rooms back stage that were being used tonight as converted locker rooms for both teams.

Winding her way through the congested back stage area had been relatively easy as she remained very familiar with the lay out of the place having painted much of it when Brenda had taken the refurbishing bid last fall. A few close calls but nothing her catlike reflexes couldn’t cartwheel or back flip her into hiding from. It took a moment to figure out which bathroom belonged to which team but in the end she found the men’s restroom housed the CFNM team and she slipped into it and began to search for clues. It didn’t take long! Not because of any great intuitive brain work on her part but because while she was snooping she heard footsteps and she quickly hid in the only stall with a door and closed it perching herself precariously upon the slippery toilet seat to hide her feet from view. ‘Let’s hope it’s not some guy wanting to take a dump!’ Flag Girl bit her lower lip and nervously waited.

It was three men and they were taking a dump on all of humanity! The coach of the CFNM team and the head referee for tonight’s game and one of the head of the board of the CFNM corporation. Flag Girl listened as they openly talked about their shameful corruption with smiles in their voices!

“Okay here is the ball you start to use if the game gets too close. It’s got a little radio controlled device inside it that will cause the ball to wobble when switched on.” Flag Girl leaned forward and risked a peak through the gap in the metal stalls door and support posts. The coach was handing the head ref a volley ball from a black duffle bag. “That pretty much guaranties any serves or saves made when its on will go anywhere but where they were intended.” The coach laughed as the ref took the ball.

“Nice,” the reff smiled at the ball in his hands. “It feels normal and everything?!”

“Now this is for the both of you to make sure everything goes according to plan,” The CFNM official took out a wad of cash from his inner breast pocket and divided it up between the coach and the head referee. “I don’t mean to tell you that we have a bundle on tonight’s game. Right now the profits aren’t high but when the CFNM team makes it into the championship game and we take the dive we will make hundreds of thousands in pure profit from that loss and shut down any interested parties gabbing about the CFNM team cheating! I will keep the remote control device in my jacket pocket and use it if necessary. Leave that part up to me! You two just keep quiet and you get to go on making a lot of cash!” He patted his coat jacket side pocket and smiled at each man in turn. “The Wade brothers want to teach the snotty uppity bitches of this town their rightful place again! And its by little things like this and larger scale projects that are going to do just that! Now, gentile men, tell me what man with a hard dick doesn’t want a bitch in his kitchen making him supper and another between his knees sucking his cock?! While he watches fucking football! Not some prissy ass lame volley ball shit! Am I right?!” The two other men nodded smiling and the CFNM board member slid his hands off from around each man’s neck and shook his shoulder gently. “That’s right I knew I could trust you men. You are good boys and stick with the Wade brothers and you’ll go far.”

Flag Girl watched the three men leave just before her stiletto heel gave way its purchase and she fell smacking her ass loudly on the porcine seat. “OH!” Flag Girl was embarrassingly stuck in the wide seat aperture of the toilet but she wiggled free and massaged her tender ass. ‘So that’s it, eh?”

It was the easiest bust of her young career. She just sauntered out and leaned against one of the large heavy stage flat control machines smiling at the surprised and star struck people who saw her in the backstage area. She made sure the coach of the CFNM, the main net ref, and the CFNM official in the audience didn’t see but she made sure to keep an eye on them! Once the game got close suddenly the Delta Kenny Street team seemed to fall apart and cave under the pressure. Their sets went wide, their spikes went sailing out of bounds, their saves went smashing into team mates faces?! And smiling Flag Girl simply strolled out into the center of the court and caught the ball in one gloved hand. Everyone gasped to see her there and with a loud stern voice she told the entire room, though her eyes were focused on the Delta City Volley Ball Commison who sat at the scorers table, all about the wonky volley ball, the wads of bribe money in the CFNM coaches pockets and the head refs and of the control box in the CFNM corporations board members pocket sitting in there shocked and sweating in the audience. There had been one brief moment of excitement when the CFNM director had made a break for it but she had jugged him down and smashed his face into the thin carpet covering the cement of the aisle floor. She had dramatically pulled the control box out of his jacket and held it up high for everyone to gasp over and then had handed the control box with the ball to the commission people and the three stooges over to the local police who had been working as crowd control in the building.

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. By daylight both the coach and the head ref had made plea bargain agreements to testify against the game fixing and gambling ring being run by CFNM! Flag Girl, who had only appeared on posters along side Ms. Americana now had her OWN series of posters! She was the heroine of the day and even Omega Woman, had stopped by during her first very own solo press conference to give her a high five and tell her what a great job she was doing!!!!! And almost as good, Amazing Babe and Shield and all the other teenage super heroines were soooooooooooooooooo jealous! Hee-hee!!!!!!!

Brenda was beaming for a week! And Margaret stopped calling her ‘kid-o’ or ‘tiger’ or ‘hey-you’ and actually started calling her by her name! Well, she called her ‘Lids’ but what the hey! It was a start! For an entire week she was THE heroine of Delta City!!!!!! “That’s how seriously they take their volley ball here!” as one ESPN reporter noted.

Lydia watched the game playing out on the large screen tv in the students common building it was sort of a large building full of wide high ceiling rooms and lots of scattered tables and chairs and lots and lots of vending machines of junk food and sodas. It was were students could come night and day and just hang out or use the buildings free WiFi for their laptops. Today it was packed with students watching the last finial game/match of the Delta City Volley Ball Championships on the large jumbo screen in the main concourse room. It would be impossible for everyone to cram into the gym/sports stadium where the actual game was taking place on campus and the student common room was considered the next best thing to actually being there inside the schools mini-dome. Lydia was pumped and had her face painted and jumping around excitedly as hundreds of other students did the same around her in the packed common room. Her team, the Nets had lost in the quarter finals to the Thumpers, a west valley team, but that was okay it had been a great run and they had lost in a close fair game. So after a few hours sobbing her eyes out and wanting to just kick cats! she felt fine now and was rabidly backing her favorite remaining team in the big final game! The Alpha Kenny Street team! The underdogs who no one thought would make it so far was now tied with none other than the ‘Ball Crushers!’ this was THE team to beat all year long, the best of the best. Until CFNM had tried to ‘buy’ the championship cup with a team of ringers and some dirty tricks, but Flag Girl had exposed them and the team had been disqualified and it’s team mates banned from further play in any future games and CFNM was under on going investigation for illegal betting and game fixing! Very serious charges in Delta City!

Now, full of pride in her accomplishments both as Flag Girl and as Lydia Welles and bursting with Alpha team spirit Lydia hummed and thrummed with excitement as the game boiled down to one last serve! Wham! After several dazzling super saves and a record fifteen spike attempts the Alpha Kenny Street team scored the wining point! The room exploded! Cheering could be heard for miles! Both teams had played so exceptionally well and it had been such a thrilling great nail bitter finish that Lydia couldn’t contain her teenage tears of joy streaming down her flushed cheeks! “Alpha Kenny won! Alpha Kenny won! Alpha Kenny won!” The blonde teen jumped around the room screaming at the top of her lungs in rapture! Suddenly dozens of boys in the room wide eyed with initial shock shot up their sweaty hands and began to shout, “Oh Oh Me First Lydia! Me first!” “No fuck me first!” “No I have always wanted to pop your cherry!” “No let me be the one!” A stunned and confused Lydia watched all the boys in the room begin to fight one another in a brawling ball of limbs and fists. The befuddled blonde scratched her pony tailed head and then shrugged, “Boys. Go figure!”

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“JEEPERS PEEPERS!”

‘The Jerk N’ Squirt’ ice cream, soda, and pizza parlor was sort of on the Delta City High School/College Campus. Sort of being that the campus was centered on several shared large buildings such as the athletics center, swimming pool, stadium, library and so forth and then the whole thing just sort of sprawled haphazardly this way and that so that outlying buildings bought by the city or taken under ‘emanate domain’ laws as the tides of citizens fell and swell and fell and swell, meant that in some cases urban business remained landlocked, surrounded by school grounds having been passed over or ignored by the city in its erratic growth of public lands and strangled tax funds devoured by overwhelming government corruption. The tiny soda shop was one such building. It was a privet establishment that was surrounded by the campus common and large old red brick buildings which had seen several changes of purpose over the decades, the latest of these being now dorms for the mostly female students of the college and as such business was booming!

The tiny steel and glass soda shop looked like it had fallen right out of and Ed Hooper painting. All 1930’s décor complete with white clothed employees, who looked like a strange combination of milk man van drivers and surgical nurses?! But this was Delta City and so instead of slim hipped broad gleaming toothed men in tight white slacks and white buttoned long sleeve insane asylum shirts humming Doris Day tunes under military buzz cuts topped with a little paper boat hat, there instead was large busted young teens in white high heels, white stockings that rose up to mid-thigh and were held in place by white garters, white pleated mini-skirts that flared out stiffly, and because this was an eating establishment mandatory tiny white panties flashing under those short hems, an all white majorette jacket with large white buttons and large wide butterfly collars and lots and lots of cleavage, and of course the little white paper hat bobby pinned into place.

It was the uniform worn by all four shifts of workers as the place stayed open 24/7. Including a bright happy giddy Lydia Welles who after several long talks and with Margaret’s help had finally managed to convince Brenda Wade, her guardian, to let her take the grave yard shift at the soda shop! Working at the ‘bottom line’ Lydia had had her first taste of employment but not a paycheck! Sure the tips were great but she basically had to work for free to help out in face of the poverty and all. At the ‘Jerk N’ Squirt’ she got the less than minimum ‘waitress’ wage and tips and she got to keep it ALL! The work sucked, all work sucked, especially when you have never worked a day in your life but after a taste of extreme poverty any money in the pocket book was better than starving! Or flashing your melons in the bushes at the golden arches drive through for free burgers and fries! Ugh!

Not only was the ‘work’ generally easier than it had been under the whip of Brenda Wade, but she got to hang out with her friends who either were working along side her or were hanging out as customers in the shop, AND she got to take home left over un-purchased food in little white doggie bags! Greasy eight hour old hamburgers and fries seemed like heaven compared to a diet of nothing but ‘fish’ for the last several months! And considering how Brenda and Margaret attacked the little sacks of food they must have been a bit tired of fish too!

The little oblong rail car looking soda shop sat almost directly in the shadow of one of the main compass point entrances to the large downtown city park. There were several entrances to the huge sprawling hundred acres of thick old forest park and natural springs and caves of the park, but the four main entrances all were large bricked arched affairs each with something a little different about them. This one for example had a large brick tower clock set above the center of the wide deep arch, and even though there were several neon rimmed clocks scattered about the inside of the soda shop everyone habitually looked out and up at the large clock tower outside the wall of windows instinctively whenever they wanted to know the time. The whole thing looked creepy and eerie but it was better than some of the other main entrances to the park which had brooding statues and weird twisted animals built into their huge brick arches. The whole park had once been the home and grounds to one of the richest men in all of Delta City back in the late 1800’s Doctor Ennis Raptor and he had left his now half rotted decaying mansion and grounds to the city providing they kept it up as a park and didn’t bowl it over into a parking garage or some vapid commercial cancerous blighted waste, what now a days would be called a walmart! Free land, downtown, and right next to the college campus could not be turned down and so the creepy old estate had been dubbed a public park and all the rusted iron gates removed from the long meandering twenty foot high lichen covered red brick wall. As parks go it was a bit odd. The terms of the agreement were of such a nature that no new construction or demolition could be done on the property, so that only a few old brick paths wandered through what seemed an almost primeval thick daunting wood. There were really no places to ‘pick nick’ or fly kites, no real open spaces in the melancholy mass of tree trunks and brush. There were numerous statues and fountains but the city spent no money on them and the water in them was thick with green slime and brackish. There was a large over grown hedge maze up near the old house. The house its self was meant to be used as a museum and housing for the park keepers, but tours had stopped years ago and the park budget had all but ceased when the remaining trust fund of the original will had been breached and ransacked by the wealthy greedy men on the city council so now the lower half of the mansion was locked and boarded up and no one tended the grounds anymore. Beside everyone said the place was haunted and the grounds were of such a questionable nature with so few lamps and so many twisting dark paths that all the women in Delta City called “Doctor Raptors Park”, ‘Rape Park’ and avoided it even during day light hours!

The large red brick gate with its centered over the arch clock tower held special significance for Lydia Welles and was the main reason she had wanted to work at the Jerk N’ Squirt that lay almost in its immediate shadow. She could have easily gotten on at the more upscale and much better paying ‘Milk Shakers!’ that lay six blocks on the other side of the campus commons but she wanted to be as close to the little clock tower gate as possible. ‘Little’ in that it was an identical miniature of the large ten story clock tower in the center of the campus. That tower, now housing the administration and factuality offices, had been funded by Dr. Raptor as well. In fact, back in the !920’s the good Doctor had used much of his wealth to create one of the first women’s universities in the state. At that time men still outnumbered women at the university by almost twenty to one and it was deemed appropriate for the standards of the time that young men and women should be kept separate. So Doctor Ennis Raptor had built an all woman’s college right next to the men’s college in the large space between his estate and the male school grounds which he also partially funded. Almost all the red brick buildings on the now co-ed grounds were built by his funding and were now considered historic landmarks. And right between the two separate institutions he had built the giant clock tower. (When the men began leaving the city in droves this ‘boys’ side of the university was converted into the new Delta City High School allowing the closing of half a dozen of other scattered nearly empty high schools around the city and expanding suburbs.)

The thing was good ole Doctor Ennis was working in cahoots with Fengshui! And all those new nice brick buildings housing all those beautiful young women who were slowly being invisibly changed by Fengshui’s rays had connecting secret underground passages all leading back to the Raptor mansion which in turn had deep winding tunnels leading down to the maze of Fengshui’s domain! The nice gentlemanly pillar of the community Doctor Raptor turned out to be a real sexual pervert! He along side Fengshui’s minions would sneak into the tunnels and up into the dorms and buildings and capture and milk un-expecting women for their precious Aphrodite gene milk! Usually the women were taken unawares in their sleep with additional chloroform being administered, but occasionally Fengshui would let Raptor keep one to be held in his mansion as a sexual pet!

And the ONLY one who knew about this was LYDIA WELLES! Lydia as Flag Girl had found herself spending a lot of time patrolling the creepy grounds of Raptor Park taking down would be rapists and purse snatchers due to its closeness to her school grounds and the frequency of the attacks and the fact that without a power belt Brenda was in no way going to let her tackle any of the big time super villains. Besides Lydia thought it was time she made more of a name for herself as Flag Girl the super heroine teen and not as Flag Girl Ms. Americana’s sometimes side kick!

It was while nightly wandering these grounds that she stumbled upon a fountain that in turn housed a secret entrance to some decrepit tunnels. It took several nights exploring and several large balls of different colored string (thanks Greek Mythology class!!!), but she had finally found herself inside the huge decayed Raptor Mansion. Much of the large building had been sealed off even when it was still in use by the park wardens and the tour guides. So there was no way to truly explore the entire place without a wrecking bar, sledge hammer, and some muscle! But coming as she did through the maze of tunnels into the cellar and then up into some of the hidden rooms and secret passages of the house its self, she had found several long lost rooms full of files and notes. And there amidst the piles of books and ledgers was a journal belonging to one, ‘Katrina Lock’. She had resided of sorts between the mansion and the large clock tower in the center of the campus, (Lydia had yet to find which tunnel actually left the grounds of the Raptor estate and crossed over into the campus proper and all of its hidden tunnels. She was beginning to guess it must be a very well hidden entrance!) It would have been nice to say this Katrina Lock or Loch was a super heroine of her time or a trapped kidnapped victim but instead she was one of the nasty byproducts that can happen with Aphrodite gene cells, she was an Artemis gene super villain and called herself ‘Klock’, not much of an original name but this was the early 1900’s and there was a lot of ‘cheese’ in the air back then. Anyway this Klock seemed to be the Booby Trap of her day or the Dr. Lactose, or the Dragon Queen, she was in charge of gathering up young women from the college and milking her charges and returning them unawares back to their beds. She also seemed to be obsessed with time travel and spent her free time and much of Doctor Raptor’s money and patience on experiments along those lines. She was a favorite of Fengshui and so the good Doctor Raptor bit his tongue and stayed out of her way!

This was all most interesting ancient history but the part of the half water destroyed journal that had a profound impact upon young Lydia’s life was that Kloch or Klock off handed mentioning that the walls around the estate were being finished up and that the miniature clock tower main north gate would have its own hidden back-up entrance and exit into the warren of tunnels under the school grounds. Needless to say Lydia had not slept a wink waiting for an appropriate moment to sneak away and begin looking for the hidden entrance into the clock tower gate. It had taken some time but it had helped that Lydia had spent weeks exploring from inside the secret passages of the manor house and so she had gotten a feel for where and what to look for when it came to Doctor Raptor’s hidden switches. It was one of the hundreds of little gargoyle faces that lined the inner traverse passage way walls of the wide thick arch and after several already practiced on other locks in the house and tunnels expert twists and turns she fathomed the lock and clicked it open. Now to find the door she had unlocked?! Another few hours and there it was the bricks with the hideous faces were seamed and it took one more press on a separate face on the opposite side of the arch to pop what turned out to be a small section of bricks that pushed back to reveal a ladder leading up. The section of bricks were about five feet off the ground and it took some wiggling to pull herself up into the opening which was small and cramped. It then took another contortionist twist to spin onto her backside and stand up into the ladder well. Half way up the ladder was a large brass lever with a red cloth wrapped handle that sealed the push in block of stone back into place, on went her little pocket flash light. The ladder led no where! It dead ended into a brick ceiling, with no secret switches and little fresh air to breath. Instead of using the switch to re-open the sliding stone and exit the apparent dead end niche, she climbed down the short distance and stood upon the top of the sliding stone and looked for hidden switches here. It turned out to be the sixth ladder rung, pulling it out triggered another popping sound and Lydia soon found the new section of bricks that slide back and away. This lead to another ladder with its rungs also set in the brick wall as the first had been. Half way up it was another lever identical to the first and pulling it re-sealed the sliding panel of bricks below her. This also opened and unlocked the metal covering at the top of the ladder and with some relief a sweating half oxygen starved teen super heroine pulled herself up and into the hallowed out section of the upper arch. It was a little room with a metal table and metal chairs and some metal empty cabinets/lockers and with a small fuse box with several wire basket lights that lit up when she flipped the fuse box master switch. The small room was a rectangle about ten feet high and twenty feet long and fresh air was supplied through the back metal meshed heads of what was when viewed on the outside several large metal gargoyle heads imbedded in the main arches upper front and back facing. A large periscope in the center of the room that ran up the clock tower proper allowed an unrestricted view of the entire surrounding area with incredible zooming magnifying abilities! The clocks workings themselves had to be reached from a ladder being placed against the outside of the tower and entering a small metal door on its back facing, thus giving the illusion that the tower and arch its self was of solid brick and stone.

But what was of particular interest to Lydia was the small spiral stair case that went down the arch side directly across from the side that one climbed up and entered the small room. No hidden switches or sealed dead ends, the stair case lead straight down into the tunnel network that ran beneath the college and high school campus and after just one sealed door hidden on the other side to look like a plain rock wall instantly gave her direct secrete access to sixty percent of the buildings on campus! And once she started exploring these musty old tunnels she realized that some ran off the campus and to many of the immediately surrounding historic land mark buildings of downtown!!! In a heartbeat Flag Girl had her very own secret base and a means to stealthily enter hundreds of buildings letting her by pass alarms and cameras and locked main doors!!! It was utterly cool!! No more slipping out of her costume in bushes! For the first time in her life she had her ‘OWN’ place and she bit her lower lip about telling anyone even Brenda about it! According to Kloch’s journal there was a main pipe line tunnel running straight to the Fengshui dome from the Raptor mansion, not only a tunnel but apparently a small train! If she told Brenda about her new discovery Brenda and Margaret would be down there in a second looking for that train! It would also mean Lydia’s secret base in the clock tower arch would be exposed as well as all those tunnels she was now using to sneak around downtown Delta City with. It would be great to get the power belts back! And all the cool gadgets and stuff, but Lydia was sure that Brenda and Margaret would find a way though the sewers into the dome tunnels sooner or latter and she really, really wanted to keep her ultimate cool new lair all to herself for as long as possible! Who wouldn’t! She had earned it!

It was to this arched clock tower that Lydia Welles instinctively looked, where she now housed her super heroine costume and other super heroine equipment that she was now buying or struggling to create, when in the Jerk N’ Squirt her friends Amanda, Claire, and Wendy stuffed fries into their mouths and slurped double thick choc-o-malteds, and complained to Lydia of the new pervs on the school grounds.

“Sharks, Lydia, sharks and its fucking cocks!” Amanda muttered through a mouth of cheesy fries. (‘Fucking Cocks!” was a common explanative in Delta City but it was reserved for only the most pissed off occasions unless you were a teenager when you tended to use it as a sort of verbal punctuation to everything!)

Sharking was serious! Sharking usually involved two boys or more, the first boy found a hot young girl and with a hidden camera followed her around video tapping her until she was in just the right position at which time the second boy would rush in and yank either her top down or her bottoms and thus exposing her naked breasts or pussy! It might sound strange that any girl in Delta City would be offended by this as they tended to walk around flashing a lot of flesh as it was in their day to day activities, but that was just one of the odd quirks of Delta City that confused so many males. The tweaked Fengshui Aphrodite gene made Delta City women feel a need to keep their nipples and crotches as uncovered as possible and it boiled their brains in waves of sexual lusts, but for all of this the Delta City women were a contradictive repressed prudish lot. The key was their feeling of control. If they wanted to well then it was alright, but if something was forced upon them well then they were extremely pissed and prone to tremendous acts of retaliatory violence! It was okay for them to wear mini-skirts and no panties, but if a boy took a peak when they bent over who they didn’t like or even if they did like but were having one of their mood swings then KA-POW! A small powerful fist to the kisser or more often than not a knee to the un-expecting groin! The women of Delta City had a very low threshold for pervs! And it riled them up something fierce! The idea that some one was going around pulling down girls tops and exposing their boobies against their will was outrageous! It didn’t matter that Amanda was one of several Delta City High School seniors who made use of the schools collective ‘nude.net’ to post naked pictures of herself in exchange for men around the world using their credit cards to purchase access to her niche on the site. That was completely different! That was her using her Goddess given talents by her own free will to make some much needed hard cash! This thing with boys running around campus yanking girls clothes off was utterly disgusting!!!!

“Wh’r meahn such pervs?” Wendy smacked with a mouth full of hot sauce and seasoned fries.

Claire said nothing her lids were half drooped and her mouth hung partially open with drool lisping out of its corner. Lydia couldn’t help but notice that Claire had been wearing panties when she had entered the diner. The only time a woman wore panties in Delta City was when she was having a rare period or when she was having a particularly impossibly horny day and she had shoved some vibrating toy into her greedy snatch and was using the panties to help keep it in place. It was something that happened to all of them every now and then and all the girls sort of took it in stride. Though back when she had worn a power belt Lydia had no such luxury of such an option. Though in truth she doubted many of the girls here at this table had been gang raped as often as she had by foot long Ares gene cocks as she had as Flag Girl so it sort of evened out.

Amanda noticed Lydia frowning at Claire and spoke while looking at her too. “I think her batteries are about done.” Just then Claire began to almost vibrate and her face went from as sudden flushing red to almost purple and her head whipped around as her hands grabbed at the table she looked helplessly at her friends and then closed her eyes and let out a deep shuddering moan. She hoarsely whispered, ‘fucking cocks!’ and began to wipe the snot and drool from off her face with the back of a sweaty shaking hand. Lydia handed her the bar towel she wore tucked in at her waist. Claire took it and muttered ‘thanks’ and ran it over her mouth as she pushed back the thick wing of hair that fell on her sweating face and then the towel disappeared under the table as she vigorously wiped up the sticky mess. “And welcome back Claire!” Amanda smiled. “Now that we are all here. What are we going to do about these sharkers?”

It was a serious question to a serious matter. Once a pair of sharkers showed up it was only a matter of time before a sharking club was formed. Then there would be dozens of them roaming all over the campus using their cameras to prove their ‘attacks’ and bragging about the daring of each one. And then they would begin posting and selling their videos on the internet. Funny as it sounded there was a huge market for any videos that depicted any Delta City woman being sexually humiliated in anyway! It was like the whole world had it in for the ravishing smug Delta’s! But none of the Delta City women could ever figure out why?!!!!

“I have to get back to work. Sorry Amanda but I will definitely give the matter some thought. Er, no that’s okay Claire you can keep the towel.” Lydia left the table booth next to the wall of windows and headed over to the new group of girls who had just arrived and sat down, giving one more look at the gate and its clock tower where her costume was hanging in one of the metal lockers waiting for her! ‘This was indeed a serious mater,’ Lydia thought to herself. ‘The police are over worked and stretched thin even with the help of the cities super heroines and they are of course only men and can’t be expected to handle much more than parking tickets. The other super heroines will be tied up with various super villains and that means there is only one person who can right this wrong. And that person is none other than Flag Girl! COOL!!!!’

Flag girl had gave her new super heroine secret base in the clock tower arch a good deep cleaning and spruced up the dreary interior with some better lighting and lots of bright colorful posters! She didn’t really have much super heroin-y type gear, yet! But she had placed a lap top on the metal table that had the new crime files she was making up as things occurred. She would add to it once Brenda had re-gained access to the huge mainframe Ms. Americana crime computer under Wade Manor and she in turn could down load the files therein. Until then it was more a sort of diary of her most recent exploits and lists of things she wanted to buy for her new base and such. And well she played games on it too, Resident Evil being her favorite! Leon and Wesker were so hot! But what was up with Rebecca? Where had she gone? And Left For Dead of course, though Brenda kept harping about Lydia wasting her time with silly zombie games! The posters were mostly of cute movie star boys and rock bands but she also had some of the various Delta City super heroines and even a few of some of the cities most notorious villains who she drew mustaches on their faces with black marker and horns and wrote things like, ‘wanker’ and ‘loser’ on their foreheads. If the walls hadn’t been brick she would have thrown darts at them! As it was she made do with a Nerf gun and rubber darts! Hee-hee!

She kept her super heroine outfit(s) in one of the metal lockers after moving some of the shelves to another locker so she could hang them up. Boots on the bottom shelf of the locker of course! No more changing in the bushes!!! Sweet!!! And she could now choose what suit or combination thereof to wear more leisurely than what could be crammed and hidden in a book bag or back pack! The other locker contained junk food and some supplies she though might prove to be basic necessities for a crime fighter, such as rope, flash lights, batteries, hand cuffs, and such. She had just managed to get a large full body mirror into the place thanks to discovering that there was actually a secret compartment hatch in the floor of the room that could only be opened from inside the room and a winch already in place above the opening. It must have been how they had got the table and lockers up there so many decades ago. She had used it to raise up a sleeping cot/with sleeping bag and another table and chair where she had set up her make-up case and a proper trash can. The only thing really missing was a place to go wee-wee?! No toilet! Though there was a simple water facet (cold only!) set in one corner over a brass drain in the floor that must have ran down the inside of one of the arch walls? If she really had to go she could squat over the drain and flush it with the faucet, she supposed but that seemed to really be roughing it. Kinda’ of groddy! Just in case she brought a four pack of toilet paper for extreme emergencies! She still didn’t have a cell phone and there didn’t seem to be any kind of land line to the room which made sense considering how old it was, but it was still a bitchn’ hide out and she was dreamy with its possibilities.

For now though it was time to prepare for battle. She dropped her back pack onto the lap top table and removed the new accusation from it, a giant wall map of Delta City which she placed on the wall with some double sided ultra stick foam tape. The enormous map had cost sixty bucks! From the city hall and was the last one they had in stock. She carefully put re-usable stars on the shiny multi-colored map. Blue ones for key locations that her new tunnel system accessed. (She would begin drawing in the actual tunnels latter with some erasable markers she had bought that went along with the map.) White ones for points of interest or places she wanted to investigate in the future. Red ones for current points of criminal activities, she carefully placed each of the ‘sharking’ encounter points in red stars she had spent the better part of the day finding out about. And gold ones for all the successful crimes she had stopped. There weren’t many gold stars to place on the map yet, she put a few in the Raptor Park area for the rapists and purse snatchers she had foiled there, and one on top of CFNM factory even though she had never been to the complex situated far to the north of the city, but because she had stopped their crooked CFNM volley ball team and uncovered and exposed some of their on going illegal betting practices it seemed to make more sense to place the gold star there rather than anywhere on the campus grounds. She put the rest of her left over colored stars back into their plastic boxes. ‘Geesh! There seemed to be a lot of the gold ones left over! but give it time!’ she thought to herself and as she slowly removed her civilian clothes as she eyed the red dots on the map looking for a pattern. That’s what they always did in the movies, look for patterns. Ms. Americana would just type stuff into her crime computer and it would tell her in that odd mechanical voice of its own where she should go to thump the bad guys! She seriously doubted her lap top could do that. All it had ever said to her was, ‘you got mail!’ and it was always some nasty disgusting pervert sending pictures of his tiny wiener to her?! She never got e-mail from her friends as they all text-ed non-stop on their cell phones and never used their computers except to update their face book pages. She got most of her messages from her own face book page and it was always the same, ‘when are you getting your cell phone back?!’ ugh! It was so embarrassing to be the only girl on the planet without a cell phone! But she had other expenses to cover first and Brenda wasn’t going to have the cash to buy her one. Though both her and Margaret had hinted that with Lydia’s birthday coming up… well?

Lydia gave up on the large wall map for a second and slipped off the last of her civilian clothes and hung them up in her locker. Now what to wear?! She always loved trying on clothes, trying on NEW clothes was her single most favorite thing to do in the whole world! Of course really her options here was just wither to go with the blue or red boots (or mix them up one red and one blue? Or if only she had a white pair too!) and to select the inverted triangle cut out top or the star cut out top. She tapped her pursed cherry lip glossed pouting lips and went with the star cut out and red boots combo. ‘good choice.’ she told herself and laid them out on her make-up table. ‘Brrr, this stone floor needs a rug!’ Lydia thought as she shifted from one bare foot to the next.

First thing some little going over with her make-up box, this meant planting her naked heart shaped ass on a cold metal chair which sent her nipples into over drive and made her giggle after the shock of the chill to her pussy subsided. Her make-up was perfect of course but she added a touch here and there and took the moment to spray actors adhesive to the back of her mask and apply it to her face. Gone was Lydia Welles and hello Flag Girl! She smiled at herself and turned her face this way and that as she leaned into the blue fishing tackle box with white stars that had a large mirror on the inside of its lid and drawers lifting on hinges up and out full of make-up supplies. The blue mask had extra wide eye holes to really show off her large young eyes. She re-combed her long blonde hair and decided on wearing it up in a single pony tail behind her head this time instead of the two pony tails at the side of her head. She flicked her bangs into place over her mask and gave the mirror a sexy sneer before giggling and snapping the lid closed.

She had a leather jacket and a denim jacket laying on her make-up table next to a tooth brush and tooth paste, ‘make a mental note to add to my laptop list, ‘coat-rack’ as well as ‘fuzzy rug.’ Flag Girl thought to herself. She grabbed the leather jacket and carefully laid it out on the floor in front of the large full length mirror for her bare feet to stand on. It was a bit warmer. And she stood on it while putting on the rest of her super heroine outfit. First she put on the blue choker with the gold star on red enamel oval rimmed in gold which she often forgot to wear when dressing in the bushes or in a hurry of late as it’s communication device was useless without access to the Ms. Americana crime computer to relay it on to Ms. Americana. Or access to the Fengshui power source in the same lost base to recharge its dead micro-battery! But it was part of the Flag Girl costume and it was on display in everyone of the dozens of Flag Girl posters on the walls around her! Hee-hee! So she took the time to put it on her long swan like neck. Besides it brought out her eyes and hid that one little beauty mark she had on her neck that embarrassed her and all the boys seemed to radar in on when they tried to give her ‘hickies!’ Yucky!

Next she put on slid into, her top. A pull over blue midriff barring skin tight halter with a random pattern of irregular sized five point white stars spangled across it. It had a raised stiff collar with a ‘V’ cut open neck line and an angled over lap flap held in place by three gold star buttons. At the center of the chest was a large five pointed star cut out trimmed in gold braid and as Flag Girl did up the last star button she could really see how her puffy large areolas were peaking out at each of the stars bottom points! Her breasts were also squeezed up into the cutout like rising bread dough and it was hard not to see that this new style of cutout was a bit ‘much’ but she had a point to prove and that was she wasn’t a little kid anymore! And this top definitely made that point clear! She pulled at the tops tight gold braid bottom hem and watched first one and then the other erect large nipple pop out! She cleared her throat and pressed each one back in hiding tucking them as far away from the revealing digging braided lip as possible. Oh well there was only so much a girl could do!

Before she put on her bottoms she removed the new hair trimmer she had bought today. A battery operated number and after removing it from its card board box and inserting the proper batteries she carefully began trimming her thick golden muff. Her pubic hair had always seemed to grow fast and even though she wore volley ball shorts instead of the more desired G-string, she still liked to keep her self trim down there! A few touches and she was done clicking the shaver off with a satisfied nod and placing it on the table. She usually used shaving cream and a razor and had never used an electric razor like that before but it seemed to work quiet well. She now reached for her red and white vertical striped volley ball shorts and began the somewhat elaborate process of squirming into the too small skin tight shorts. It took a lot of wiggles to get the shorts up and over her full shapely hips but once in place they looked awesome! She really liked how they only rose half way up the backside of her hips/butt cheeks leaving a gap one could peer down! That was WAY hotter than any ole stupid G-string!! Hee-hee!

Gloves next, then boots! And she was ready to head out but to where? Flag Girl eyed the map with the red ‘sharking’ stars on it. ‘maybe if I wrote in the times?’ she took one of the erasable markers and jotted the time of each occurrence next to each location. The locations appeared scattered all over the campus, but the times showed a clear time period between five pm and seven pm. If it was adult males with jobs they wouldn’t have enough time to clock out after the ending of a five pm shift and do much more than turn their backs on the time clock. If they were adults ending a three pm factory shift, sure now they had enough time to leave work and get their gear and head to the campus, but why stop at seven pm? The campus was usually packed with wandering women students well up till midnight. Rush home to the wife and kids? Hmmmm.

The only description she had got was of two men in dark hoodies. That blended in with half the males on the campus in the afternoon and evening hours. Could be college men? But again why wait until 5 pm when you have women wandering around all day? And why stop at 7 pm? Maybe it’s high school boys? 18 year olds getting out of classes at three-thirty pm, rushing home for eats and gear, then back to campus at five? Fits, and of course being still living with mommy and daddy the little punks would have to be home by dark for school the next day. Sure high school thugs! Probably some one in Lydia’s own senior high class! But even so did that really tell here ‘where’ she should look to intercept these crooks before they struck again? Instead of looking at where the crimes had taken place she now looked at places the criminals might have fled to after the attack was over. In each case the pissed off girls had given brief chase but had lost the attackers quickly. Staying with the idea that it might be high school age boys narrowed down how many places they could have gained an easy fast access and disappear. Most of the attacks had taken place in the newer college side of the campus where all her tunnels were, newer being relative here as these buildings were over a hundred years old! The tunnels! What if the boys had found one of the secret entrances to the tunnel system? Most of the tunnels were separated and cut off from each other by hidden secret doors so even an accidental discover of one tunnel would not necessarily mean someone discovering another.

Flag Girl took a blue erasable marker and started drawing in all the tunnels she was aware of on the map. Luckily the journal of ‘Kloch’ she had found in one of the hidden rooms of Raptor Mansion had several crudely drawn diagrams of the tunnels and where the hidden switches were, it had made her own explorations much easier! Sure enough if she took into account the direction both men fled when chased they led to the same exact area. And at the center of that area was a large storage shed where one of her blue tunnels led! The storage shed had actually been stables at one time if one could believe it, but lately it had been used mostly for the storage and making of parade floats for the various parades the school often had. Now she had a place to go to and a time to be there! “Jeepers! I’m smart!” Flag Girl grinned from ear to ear.

Of course if she just hid in the tunnel then and waited for the two boys to come fleeing into her arms, then no one would know that Flag Girl had solved their problem. So at five pm Flag Girl began walking around the general area in question making a point of asking the groups of girls about the ‘sharking’ incidents and taking a moment to sign some autographs and pose for some cell phone pics. If the sharkers were girls her presence would of course scare them away and maybe make them re-think the errors of their ways. But Flag Girl had heard they were ‘males’ from several of the victims and now by the random groups she wandered into as she patrolled the area, as anything that happens in school no matter how trivial it might be takes all of about a single cell phone speed dial press and the entire student body knows about it in less than ten minutes! So they were men, and being men, they were stupid, and being stupid they would go ahead and shark some one even with her hovering around in the general area of their planed retreat. Still she made a point never to get too close to the old converted horse stable less they shark some poor innocent woman and then flee off campus or escape to shed their pursuers into some other building or even the not too far away Raptor Park! It would take someone with the tracking skills of Jungle Babe to find a person hiding in that tangled mass of trees and brush!

So she gave the escape path stables a wide berth and wandered around looking for any boys with their hoodies pulled up and over their heads. However with a slight chill in the air and the occasional wind whipping up the trunks of the scattered oaks and maples of the common the thirty or forty males she saw had either hoodies up or were wearing caps or jackets or sweaters. Only the women moved around in groups with naked limbs glistening in the late afternoon sun. The Aphrodite gene tended to raise the body temperature of a woman so they could endure the cold to a much greater degree, especially if they were thinking ‘naughty’ thoughts! And most of the women of course were!

No it was no good. She was never going to be able to pick out who the sharkers were by just glaring at every boy who she saw. She would have to wait until another girl was ‘sharked’ and race to the scene. It would be much better to capture the two miscreants right there in front of the victim and tons of eye witness than to chase them into the stables and capture them their where her fans might not see her do it!

Flag Girl paused and put her hands on her waist, ‘maybe I have scared them off its almost eight pm by the tower clock and no sign anywhere of the criminals?’ Flag Girl pondered and looked around her at the small clusters of women moving this way and that and the occasional teacher or boy scurrying along. ‘The girls are all bunching up into small groups, no doubt in response to the threat of the sharkers. That is wise but sharkers seldom attack a group of girls, preferring a lone woman or at most a group of two or three. I may have to come back here tomorrow as Lydia Welles and set myself up as bait!”

Just then Flag Girl felt a sort of stumbling violent blow as if someone had ran into her lower body from behind?! It wasn’t quiet like a strike or an attack and her first instinct as she stumbled forward and staggered for balance was to yell out in a surprised voice, “Hey! Watch it!” It was only as she attempted to spin around and see who had slammed so clumsily into her that she felt a constraint around her upper thighs. She looked down as her turn was half thwarted by the tight constraint and saw her volley ball shorts haphazardly down around her upper knees?! ‘OH MY GODDESS!” Flag Girl’s mind screamed! “I have been sharked!”

Sure enough there was one figure running away giggling like a hyena and another off at a slight angle with a small hand held camera in front of his shadowed face and large mirrored aviator sun glasses on filming her! Her first instinct was to give chase and beat the snot out of these two punks! But her hands were working on an instinct level even more baser than this and they were scrambling to yank back up her skin tight volley ball shorts. The conscious attempt to give chase and the sub-conscious attempt to yank back up her shorts had her in that shocked moment of startled nervous surprise doing neither well but sort of stumbling a step or two while her blind hands only kneaded the shorts into twists and knots. Flag Girl took a second to look down and assist her panicked clawing hands to untangle her shorts and wiggle back into them rather than risk a full face plant into the ground. It took some doing to get the twisted shorts back up into a semblance of proper place and when she looked up again both men had vanished!

The red sheen of utter embarrassment was on her face and the shock of being so surprised like that was only just starting to give her back control of her limbs. Which she used to start jogging in the direction of the stables. ‘If I don’t catch them now I will never live this down!’ Flag Girl thought an uneasy copper taste still in the back of her throat. Her heart was beating fast and she was having trouble concentrating as her mind whirled around. ‘such a rookie, and after so many years of experience too!’ Flag Girl chastised herself and gritted her teeth. ‘I will get those guys and make them pay!’

She made a fuming red faced bee-line to the distant stables through crowds of women who gasped and not having personally witnessed the crime wondered what was up. Flag Girl would have liked to think the scarlet blush on her face was of good ole butt whooping rage of about to be unfurled justice but it was the still smarting embarrassment and shame of what had just befallen her. ‘I can’t believe they sharked me?! ME! I mean don’t they know I am Flag Girl?!’ she could only shake her head as she broke her jugging/jogging stride as she reached the small unlocked wooden door set at the far end of the old wooden garage doors. The small door had a simple metal latch that looked and worked like a large rusted twisting wing nut. Twisting it and raising it up lifted up the crude small metal bar that lay across the door and sat in an open faced upturned ‘U’ cradle. The cross piece bar was only partially set back into its cradle. Who had ever last used the door had not closed it properly, perhaps they had been in a hurry?!

She had not seen either of her perps as she had run to the shed despite running at a decent pace, and was startled not to see them when she had flipped the twist latch and pushed the old paint pealing door inwards to reveal the tarp heaps of covered parade floats and crates of storage boxes sitting on the dirt floor of the building. ‘Had they really moved so fast?!’ she entered the room and flipped on the switch to the few lights and began to wander around the deserted former barn. The lights were yellow wire basket covered standing tripod lights that had been rigged to a fuse box switch beside the small door. No one had installed permanent lighting in the building and so the lone meandering extension cord free standing work lights were the only lighting to be had. Paddle locks and hasps kept the large wooden garage doors in place though why you would take the time to lock up the inside of the row of overhang doors but leave the smaller access door unlocked was beyond her, but it had always been like that. One of the cheerleaders, Becky, had told Lydia when they had been working together years ago on a parade float, that it was because the teachers or grounds keepers had got tired of having to go and retrieve the key every time students needed in there to work on the floats or changing the small door paddle lock every time a student lost the key.

Flag Girl had already cautiously crept several yards into the building before she thought to look down at the dirt floor to see if the two suspects had left foot prints in the dirt. The dirt was packed fairly hard and there were many foot prints all over the place but there did seem to be some fresh ones other than her own. She set about following them as she had no idea where the secret entrance to the tunnel would be? Only that Kloch had drawn on one of her maps in her journal that there had been one leading to this building.

There were several of repeating paths of the same shoe prints and to her smirking disbelief they converged on the same brick support column! They hadn’t even thought to cover up their tracks over their frequent use of the same getaway! Men! Ha! The red brick support columns were quit large and held up the massive wooden beams of the tall structures as well as a partial upper hay loft and what had once been stable hands quarters. It was only a matter now of finding which brick triggered the secret door in column. She knew from experience with the wonder brain of his time, Doctor Raptor, medical, physiological, engineer, architect, and major icky sex pervert! That the good doctor never placed the triggering mechanism close to the door opening its self. Again scanning the dirt floor she quickly found an almost animal path of the same foot prints leading to one of the near by sister pillars. Not only did it lead her to the pillar but it showed her that they all ended at and returned from the same side of the pillar! Jungle Girl would have been proud! She began pushing and pulling at the simple red bricks. It wasn’t long before she was rewarded with the now familiar low clicking sound and she rapidly returned to the first column and began looking for the secret door.

A section of only four by six bricks slid back revealing the a simple well and ladder rungs embedded in one side of the descent. It would be a tight squeeze for a woman as busty as herself but she managed it alright after a few grunting pretzel twists. At the bottom of the ladder she found herself in a small brick faced room about ten feet in height and sixteen by thirty feet in width and length. The two men were hunched over a half decayed folding card table where they were loudly laughing in the musty cloying air as they watched over and over again the replay of Flag Girl’s sharking on the little video camera’s viewer/playback screen. She had heard them as soon as she had slide back the brick door to the secret passage and had quietly climbed down the ladder somewhat relieved to have found them thus with their un-expecting backs to her. Other than the old rusted metal table and the two men the only other thing in the room was a battery lantern shimmering away and two duffle bags no doubt containing a change of clothes for the two sharkers. Flag Girl started to creep forward when the cautious toe of her boot struck what was a third bag sitting at the base of the ladder rungs. It was open and Flag Girl could see a lap top and camera back-up batteries and another larger hand held camera. Flag Girl’s slim eye brow arched and a wicked little smile played across her face. She quietly removed the camera from the bag and turned it on. It had full power and a cartridge in it ready to record!

Flag Girl quickly looked around her and then began to fix the camera to one of the ladder rungs embedded in the brick wall. She used the hand/neck strap to do this and spent several grinning seconds looking at the recording display and framing her shot of the backs of the two men. When all was ready she hit ‘record’ locking the button into place and strode brazenly forward to the still laughing men’s backs. There where two small slimy grills in the hilly uneven brick floor no doubt to let water drain from the room and she carefully plotted her course around them less she get a boot heel caught or slip in the brackish water pooling around the grills lips. ‘Rookie indeed!’ the towhead blonde smirked to herself!

When she was directly behind the two men she paused to strike a super heroine pose with both fists on her hips and held it for a second or two and then made and exaggerated head shake of disappointment for the recording camera behind her and then in one sudden quick move she grabbed the back waistbands of both men’s baggy pants and with a fistful of pants waistbands and boxer shorts waistbands she gave an abrupt savage downward jerk pulling the men’s trousers and underwear down to their knees. Then she viciously shot a gloved hand between each startled man’s thighs and grabbed fistful’s of sadly small cocks! With a wrenching backwards and upwards lurch she sent both men face first into the metal table! As she held them helpless half in the air by their puny tackle! Then she shouted, “Consider yourself sharked!”

Latter as she turned both men over to the police and had been surprised to find out that they hadn’t been high school boys at all but one was a college professor of social studies and the other his prized student. He meekly insisted they had only been doing a field experiment on certain social patterns in society in hopes of gaining a research grant. The cops had only nodded and added a sarcastic, “Right buddy. Save it for the judge.” as they shoved them cuffed into the back of the squad car.

Flag Girl had of course taken and kept the cassette video of her own humiliating shorts yanked down in public sharking incident, ‘Man I am a hottie!’ she had thought as she watched it over and over again latter on her lap top in her secret base. There had been plenty of other videos of women being sharked to turn over to the police as evidence. And she had of course kept and said nothing of the video she had made of her sharking the two men in the small room under the stables, but she had made sure that every girl who had been sharked got a copy of it!!!!!

No one found the other secret door in the small room under the stable that lead into the maze of tunnels under the campus and the learned men of the city declared it must have been a secret room used to hide stolen goods or escaped slaves, but that it was structurally unsafe and should be sealed off. So they removed the locking mechanism from the pillar and the room was no longer accessible from the stables proper.

Flag Girl was proud of herself and she rushed back to the diner and the small lab underneath where she did receive a few back pats from both Brenda and Margaret and spent a rare day/night at home chatting and talking to both women in wide eye glee at the thrill it was to ‘get’ the bad guy and also received several pointers about dealing with inseminoid plants and creatures from both smiling pussy sore women in turn! But Lydia could see that something had changed, they had finally turned some kind of invisible corner as it were, and everyone could seem to feel it. They had hit the bottom and were now steadily moving back up and out of the pit life had so unceremoniously tossed them into and seemed to be trying to keep them trapped in. The light at the end of the tunnel could now be clearly seen.

Brenda was happier than she had been in years but still often grimfaced and tight lipped. She had a lot to be cheerful about; her new construction robots now numbered fifty and she could handle larger construction bids for profit while still keeping teams on stand-by for emergencies and working essentially for free in impoverished areas of the world. The diner and fish cannery were booming and people on the streets had stopped calling her, ‘Misses fish sticks/dicks’ behind her back, and while banks still would not brave the wraith of the Wade brothers and front her loans they at least had started to take her calls and met her in public for brunches. Yet so much remained to do; the Ms. Americana hidden base was still out of reach, (but at least Brenda and Margaret had now made it into tunnels that Brenda recognized and their on going collection of maps that they were now systematically making of the labyrinths were providing vital information for future reference) and while Brenda kept pushing to regain her business contacts she was beginning to come to terms with the knowledge that she would never again be the power broker that she once had been and the anguish of this had now seemed to give way like a poisoned memory to a more calm acceptance of a fresh new reality of future possibilities. It was in this time that Brenda and Margaret decided to use the construction bots to build a secret mini-base from the back of the lab under the pier back into the bedrock of the city and connect it in turn to the sewers and tunnels. It gave them a safer more controllable access point to the underground maze and a place to start setting up a temporary super heroine hide out to plan and store their slowly acquiring newly bought or fabricated crime fighting equipment. Though most of the new stuff was actually spelunking tools as breaching into the lost base remained a chief priority. In the center of the new one room base stood a table with a large golden four sided capital “A”, a sort of Eiffel tower look-alike, except all the sides were enclosed and it lacked the large jutting observation cross piece of the famous French monument. This miniature model was the new Ms. Americana base that Brenda had her mind set upon building. It was to be a towering edifice, bold, brassy, and gaudy as hell, perfect in other words for a public super heroine base! That there was no money on the foreseeable horizon for such a monstrosity made no never mind to Brenda who when she wasn’t busy working on other pressing matters would mull over the model and tinker with its design and scan maps of Delta City searching for suitable locations.

It made Lydia happy to see Brenda smiling and laughing again but she couldn’t help noting that Brenda was usually smiling and laughing with Margaret and not her. Lydia wondered if Brenda would have really choose her for a side kick if things had been different? Ms. Americana had been chasing after one of the left over perverted experiments left by Fengshui, a super villainess known simply as ‘K-10’ or ‘KITTEN’ who had taken several hostages when cornered in a botched attempt to allude the super villainess capture. Lydia and her parents had been in that group, and she had watched Ms. Americana almost die trying to rescue them. She had failed in that rescue and it was Lydia the sole survivor of the group who had carried the naked and mask-less super heroine out of the flames. Brenda Wade had taken her on as a ward, and Ms. Americana had made her, her side kick a year latter, but if Brenda hadn’t felt guilty about failing to save Lydia’s parents right in front of her eyes, and maybe felt some kindred spirit in that her own adopted father, General Wade had been killed at the same age in front of her own eyes, and if Lydia hadn’t known that Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade were one and the same person, would she have become Flag Girl? After all Lydia possessed only above average concentrations of the Aphrodite gene in her breast cells, there were literally hundreds of women with even greater concentrations of the gene, such as Brenda herself and of course Margaret. And Lydia knew she wasn’t very bright and couldn’t fathom how most of the devices worked that Brenda so easily whipped up in her labs. And she would never understand business or how to run a company! Really there were only two things Lydia loved doing, crime fighting and shopping! Without lots of money one really couldn’t shop and without her power belt it was a bit harder to fight crime! Her Aphrodite gene even in its un-awakened state gave her twice the strength a girl her size would normally have had, or about half the strength of an athletic boy her size! It gave her increased senses, and healing powers, and endurance, but it also made her constantly horny! With the power belt she was even hornier! But she had the strength of six boys her size and could leap higher, run faster, and fight longer before becoming winded. Still without the power belt she had been forced to use her mind, air head as she was, a lot more and had become more curious about the world around her leading to many new discoveries including her own cool new base! She was becoming more independent and self supporting. She had her first real job and was managing her own bank account and checking account though she still didn’t understand how she could be out of money in her checking account if she still had blank checks left?!!!!

Maybe she had become Flag Girl as a fluke, but she WAS Flag Girl and gosh darn it! She was going to be one of the best super heroines this city had ever seen! And she was going to do it on her own and on her own terms! Maybe it was a good thing that Brenda had Margaret who Lydia couldn’t help but love like she was her own big sister, Lydia had to even laugh at how excited Margaret was about making up her own super heroine costume and had asked Lydia to help her as the multi-talented mechanic had never used a sewing machine in her life!!! HA! She knew the flaming red head would make a good partner for Ms. Americana and she herself would always be there to jump into the fray as Flag Girl, but more and more Flag Girl was seeing the downtown Delta City Schools as being her own turf under her own personal protection and where she would cut her super heroine solo teeth! And forge her own identity as the grown up super heroine, FLAG GIRL!

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