The following is a work of fiction intended for an adult audience. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain. Rook

Miss Astonishing issue 1

“The Proud Princess”

“There is a proper way for young ladies to enter and exit a limo and thus keep their privet parts privet.” Princess Omygawdah gasped at the comment and then glared at the television screen. There, framed in the high definition seventy inch screen in blurry hand held focus, a rather awkward and uncertain young super heroine was doing one of her first on the street crime busting aftermath interviews with an on the spot reporter and the reporter had asked the super heroine what she thought of the recent scandalous behavior of the visiting princess to their fair city. A seasoned veteran super heroine would have fobbed the query off with a gloved wave or winning smile, but the amateur befuddled little minx was trying to answer every question she could while trying to find some discrete avenue of escape!

The princess fumed at the uneasy super heroine who now that the questions had most definitely drifted off the subject of the late night early morning bank robbery she had just foiled, into subjects as diverse as superficial night clubbing activities of celebrities, was increasingly egger to flee from the intrusive microphone and the quick rapid fire questions of the reporter and the live broadcast camera.

The princess calmed herself and picked up an English muffin lightly coated with marmalade and made a dainty tiny bite into it, while simultaneously flipping her wrist and sending the expensive hotel breakfast set of dishes smashing into the large TV screen. She swallowed in a shower of sparks and glass and as her small army of body guards raised a collective eye brow, she handed the left over muffing to one of them to hold and dusted off her elegant long well manicured fingers and plucked up her costume cell phone off the glass table. Her scowl had turned to a broad smile and the body guards shook and swallowed hard to see it.

The plain dressed woman entered the dilapidated third story walk up flop house room and shut the many layers of paint pealing door behind her with a wrenching tug. She relocked the cumbersome door which had been re-enforced over the years with sheets of screwed on metal and painted over with thick unsteady strokes of enameled paint, until it took on an appearance of one of those abstract modern paintings now hanging in the newly finished downtown museum just six blocks away, that had everyone astir. She slid home the chain lock and added the heavy floor brace lock as well, before moving to the center of the tiny room and pulling on the bare bulb’s dangling chain. The dust covered feeble light came on with a sickly yellow glow, illuminating the gaudy wallpaper water stained walls and the cracked and warped naked floor boards. She moved over to the small bed, there was no window to the room, and reached over and turned the naked bulb set in a rickety desk lamp on the rooms only other piece of furnishing, a small leaning bedside table. The bulb flickered on adding much needed light to the high ceiling rectangular box of a room.

She reached over the bare mattress of the bed and pressed the wall, a section of it clicked out slightly, and she dug her fingers along its lip and pulled. The small panel swung out soundlessly and revealed a small recess in which hung several heavy garment bags. She removed one of these and carefully opened its zipper and laid out the articles of clothing it contained upon the stained ancient mattress.

With her eyes firmly entrenched upon the pieces of clothing she began to methodically remove her apparel. Off came her scarf and out her hair pins, allowing her tight bun of hair to fall in great luxurious cascading locks. Off came her glasses with the thick lenses she did not need in order to see. Off came her jacket and small gloves, and she folded these up carefully and set them down on the bed in order to take the place of those garments she had pealed out of the now empty garment bag. Off came her heavy lose blouse and her long slip dress she wore under it. And with glad deep sighs, off came the heavy corset and the long wound wraps she wore so tightly about her chest. She rubbed her sore magnificent breasts which she had disguised in their tight confines, and then slipped off her underskirt, panties, low heel shoes, and stockings. Until naked she stood in the stifling room. Then quickly she gathered up her shed clothing and placed them into the garment bag and zipped it shut and placed it securely into the niche beside the other bags hanging silently there.

Now she turned her full attention to the clothes upon the bed and slowly slipped them upon her young firm body. The garments were unusual and took some care to put on. First there was the top. It consisted of a long silk shimmering opera glove which she slid her right arm into, this glove in turn was connected to a shoulder piece of the same glittering material which seamed to seamlessly flow into a small swath of drapery or cloth of the same almost metallic glittering silk. Next she slid her left arm into an identical mirror of the first piece of clothing, With these dangling half in place she reached for a shiny black belt with a large gold “A” buckle, and carefully pulling the draping fabric of each gloves shoulder piece into place she cinched them home with the yank of the confining belt and its glimmering buckle. As such, each skin tight glove which covered her entire arm provided a small brace of clinging cloth to cupping house her breasts into and held fast by the belt, to let fall nimbly scantily covered its brief remainder her lower fair regard. She tugged here and there, but the cloth barely covered each of her large nipples and the conjoined hems seldom held for more than one breath an inch below her prideful lower juncture before inevitably rising again. Next she reached for a long shimmering cloak which she fastened to her body by means of its connected broad neck strap, which belted upon her slim alabaster neck with a large gold “A” broach pin, snuggly into place. The fall of this great cape, that hovered upon unfelt winds, struck her when it was briefly and seldom lax, about mid-thigh of the back of her legs and was all there was to cover her backside from the elements view. Now she removed a pair of small high heeled ankle boots from a row of similar ones sitting upon a shelf above the garment bags. Upon each foot went one of the soft velvet boots with their large gold buckles.

Thusly accrued, she now reached again into the small niche and pressing upon the back lath and plaster below the hanging garment bags, opened another hidden smaller recess, and removed from it an ancient chest of odd design. This puzzle box she quickly pressed open and removed from it her heavy dark cowl with its large gold “A” set upon its forehead and a large signet ring of ebony and silver with yet another large gold “A” set upon its garnet stone. This ring she placed upon her middle finger of her right gloved hand. Quickly now she broke her stare at the large ring and placed her glasses carefully in the old chest along with such odds and ends she might have upon her civilian clothing at that time and reset the chest into the second niche and pressed it closed. Next she closed the larger garment bag niche. And then with increasing calm and austerity, she slowly pulled the cowl mask over her head, tucking all lengths of her tell tale hair under its cap and cinched it into place with another small chin and neck strap.

The simple non-descript woman who had entered the room scant minutes before was now gone and in her place the alluring mysterious Ms, Astonishing had taken her place!

Ms. Astonishing moved in a few rapid strides across the small room, her heels despite their added layer of soft doe leather to soften their proud printing strut, clicked upon the uneven warped cracked bare wood floor as she reached the far wall and pressed open yet another hidden panel. Here in lay a stern crude wooden ladder fashioned into the semi-gutted wall that lead up wards into the dark well of dusty musty silence. She paused here, as a large mirror had been secured to the inside of the false wall door and she studied her image before venturing forth.

The woman before her always surprised her in how young she appeared. With no trace of her great cascading locks of hair, her sheen of skin tight cowl gave her an almost sinister aspect which she smirked at, for she knew it must strike unease in every evil doers superstitious hart! The clean simple bald head glimmering darkly with its bright gold “A” so proudly bourn upon her forehead, gave way to the tight collar around her slim long neck, which accented her strong shoulder applets. The skin tight gloves on her long skillful arms hung now gracefully at her sides, and her cape which seemed to feed in agitated motion off of the slightest disturbance in the air as if composed entirely of dust motes, spun around her image like a cloud of phosphor sunk deep in the ocean night. But she had to admit it was her enormous bosom which garnered almost all the attention of those few who had seen her before this mornings live news broadcast. The thin cloth struggled and strained to contain her heaving mounds of firm jutting young proud flesh. Her entire upper body was covered in those two magnificent orbs, which she had to keep contained and hidden in her civilian persona as she alone in all the great city possessed such an over abundance of breast flesh that to but show them once in her newly adopted home would be the equivalent as an unmasking before any villain or public counsel. She tugged briefly at the sunken lip of the taught sparkling cloth that was nearly speared by her mammoth chest projections, but bit her lip as her efforts to hide a bit more of her pancake sized nipples only shortened her front hem and revealed even more a peeping flash of her soft pubic mound. She cleared her throat and pulled the length of hem back into place and let the large puffy crescent of her exposed aurora wink out from behind their clinging curtain.

There was nothing for it, six of one, half a dozen of the other. The costume came with the ring, part and parcel, and it was the ring , which she now marveled at which granted her the incredible powers which made her Ms. Astonishing. Her predecessor whoever she may have been, must have been a flat chested waif and short of stature and limb, unlike her own long legged broad hipped slim waist large bust self! At least the shoes fit!

Ms. Astonishing pried her large somber eyes off of the image of incredible beauty housed in the mirror and entered the ladder niche, pulling the hidden door closed behind her as she mounted the stair with one sure booted step.

The ladder led quickly to a cross vent of tin duct, which in turn led to a large rusted grill. The grill had been cleverly hinged to open into the upper stair well and roof housing of the elevator shaft motor. The elevator had not worked in years and the cob webs and dust of the place was a filth she carefully inched through. The heavy metal door opening onto the roof was again easily opened by secret means and Ms. Astonishing found her self standing upon the dark roof of the old teetering down town building. The night was a bustle with sounds rising up from the unseen streets below and though the roof was inky dark, the spot light like glare of the streets below sent shafts of misty bars of orange hewed striations of glow heaven ward like a rising ribbon of creeper all about the rims of the dark buildings nestled immediately about her.

Ms. Astonishing distanced herself quickly from the small shed she had emerged from and slipped into the deeper shadows of weird tin vents and long hardened and cracked tar covered bulges and bumps. She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. Until now, she had spent the last several weeks patrolling the city night as an absolute invisible nonentity. But this morning confident of her most recent outings small time successes, she had lingered around the recent bank heist she had foiled and allowed herself to be suddenly ‘known’ to both the police and to the public. But she had been sick to her stomach with doubts since that brief interview with that loud brash newspaper reporter. Had it been wise to reveal herself to the public? Was she truly ready for that kind of notoriety?

Within just three hours of her leaving her ‘contact’ number with the police, she had received an urgent call from the mayor of the city?! It had amazed her and she had been worried all day about it! Apparently, the recent visiting Princess Omygawdah, had been tipped that agents from her own foreign country recently in political turmoil were afoot in an attempt to kid nap the young princess! She had requested Ms. Astonishing herself! To aid her in protecting her from these villains! It was exactly the kind of high profile case she had longed for and exactly the sort of public relations boon she dreamed of to put her at the top of the super heroine heap, but was she really ready for it? It was one thing to slink through the night and smack around a bunch of car jackers, but to do the high society camera snapping big time cases like this! Well, she felt the butterflies swarm in her stomach and was glad of her gloves which now hid her nails upon which she had chewed on all day waiting for the appointed hour to meet her royal damsel in distress.

With another tug at her top, Ms. Astonishing stood up in the dark shadows of the crumbling brown stone apartment buildings and aimed her ring at a far projection of masonry. She concentrated and a dark beam shot out from the heavy garnet ring. She bit her lip and the beam whisked her away to the masonry like a long elastic bungee cord. She landed a bit unsteady upon the uneven carved stone work and aimed her ring again across the mighty boulevard bellow and concentrated again.

The princess smiled again and leaned her head to one side and wrinkled her nose in a laugh. The super heroine from the TV broadcast earlier that day was standing somewhat uneasy in her hotel door way to her bed room and she was trying to give her some comfortable reassurances to put the poor thing at ease. She turned her face away from her as she reached for some of the dresses she had laid out upon her bed and swallowed hard as her eyes bulged. ‘My Lord! I have never seen tits that fucking big!’ How the camera man had managed to control himself so utterly as to not fill the screen with those monsters was utterly beyond her! They had to weigh fifty pounds a piece! Were easily larger than beach balls! And seemed to be almost gravity defying in their firm upward jutting ever jiggling defiance! Lord! For the first time since she had hit puberty the slim blonde princess felt humbled as she slipped off her robe and exposed her seemingly miniscule double DD cupped forty eight inchers! She was use to being the center of attention where ever she went, but armed with those things! There was just no way she was going to compete, what the hell was their cup size anyway?! Did they even have cup sizes for mountains like that!? And my God! That outfit?! She had thought she had worn some revealing risky flirtatious club wear in her time, but that hussy was nearly walking around naked!

She cleared her throat and selected the semi-transparent white gossamer mid-thigh gown, and slipped it under her and stepped into the slim clingy dress. For the fourth time she had to call back the back pedaling blushing and seemingly shy super heroine back to her side, as she shimmied into her dress. “Under garments are for the old and ugly, don’t you think?” She smiled and made a small tilting head open mouth laugh again. Her laughs were more like breathy ‘ahs’ than laughter but she found men liked them, and she liked men, or women, or preferably both in large sweaty quantities in her bed, or kitchen, or parlor, or -

“You seem to have adequate protection. Are you sure you really need me?” The scantily clad blushing super heroine stuttered as she nodded her pretty head back into the living room of the expensive hotel were seven hefty muscle bound body guards sat around reading magazines and chatting in low quiet voices.

“Of course I do! Now, zip me up.” Ms. Astonishing hesitantly stepped over to the young woman and fumbled at the small tiny white zipper, while the princesses seemingly innocently rubbed her tiny bottom against the super heroines taunt small stomach and unavoidably her large full to bursting breasts. “Besides, those are only men, and you know how utterly worthless they are. I mean, they do try, but between us, they just don’t know what they are doing, eh? It takes a woman’s touch to make everything go right. Hmmm?” The princess smiled again at the young overtly buxom super heroine, who smiled back still blushing, she spun around and quickly kissed her on the scarlet cheek and whispered a thick heavy moist, “thanks,” into her cowl covered small ear. And moved past the slightly shuddering girl with her full wet trembling lip to sit down upon a travel steamer trunk and put on her dainty white and clear plastic shoes, all the while flashing her bald shaved pussy at the huskily breathing girl.

“But do you think it wise to go out to a night club, when your very life may be in such danger?” The super heroine seemed slightly dazed but at least the blush still spreading across her face had nothing to do with modesty anymore!

The princess gave her a wink and a knowing smile, “I will not live my life in fear. Besides I will have you at my side! Who would dare to mess with me, while Ms, Astonishing is on the case!” The youthful super heroine smirked despite herself and unconsciously struck a hands on hips wide leg stance pose and beamed at the unfamiliar adulation. The princess noted the damp curly snatch that winked at her from below the ever dancing brief sparkled hem and licked her lips. This was going to be such a fun night!

One of the body guards had to help Ms. Astonishing into the back of the limo. The princess had insisted that it was tradition to drink a cup of ceremonial tea before leaving a residence, and after all the informality of the young woman, Ms. Astonishing had uncertainly bowed to the custom and joined the princess and all the body guards in quaffing a quick cup of the bitter tea. It had been poured from the same small kettle and though the others did not seem to outwardly show any effects of the odd draught, she felt a bit light headed from the taint of the thick mixture. She quickly put it down to her own nerves which had not allowed her to ear all day nor sleep and somewhat dizzily clambered into the waiting limo hanging from a body guards arm.

What did indeed trouble her was the ‘plan’ the princess had adopted to fool any would be kidnappers. Ms. Astonishing along with all seven of the princess body guards would go to the selected night club in the large oversized limo, while the princess followed along immediately behind them in a taxi cab that had already been hired and searched by the body guards. The limo would arrive and out they would spill onto the red carpet of the night club, and then swooping in behind it the cab would drop her off into their waiting arms, the dangerous point of curb to door being screened off by a corridor of body guards and Ms. Astonishing there to lead the princess in by the arm! For all of its seemingly on paper logic, Ms. Astonishing didn’t like the idea of letting the vulnerable princess out of her sight! But somewhat flushed with the unfamiliar tea and the jitters of her first big time assignment she reluctantly agreed and found herself nestled into the limo full of linebacker body guards. She had never seen so much muscle even if it was layered under three piece suits!

As the limo purred through the city night streets, one of the muscle bound hulks reached over and pinched her small chin in his enormous grasp of fore finger and thumb and his sun glass shaded eyes stared into her own. She flinched at the touch and shook her head away from his insulting rude touch! At least she wrenched free of his hand in her mind, in her body her chin just hung there, and she puzzled at the dazed glassy eyed face that looked back at her in his mirrored lenses sunglasses. ‘That’s me!’ She screamed in her dull staggering mind. The man smiled and she felt warm and sleepy, she glanced down, someone was suckling at her huge shaking breast. She was moaning! She could hear herself as if from another room, gasping and panting! Suddenly there was a wall of broad hairy male chests, and ripped abs and cocks! So many cocks! She had never seen so many large swollen plump dicks in her life! True, none of them were over twenty inches, but what they lacked in decent size they more than made up with in herd of number! It seemed as if a wall of cocks were slapping about her and she felt herself coming again and again and then the hot splatter of spunk across her numb face, the thick scent of it causing her pussy to twitch around the cock pumping there so many miles away from her and yet connected to her swimming blind mind by orgasm after orgasm!

The princess slipped out of the cab and hurried as fast as her high heels would let her down the dark alley dancing through the shadows until she paused at its lip and peeked around its corner. There across the well lit street was the dazzling neon of the night club with the dozens of reporters she had called from her cell phone earlier that day. Right after she had called the mayor and asked for Ms. Astonishing to be her personal body guard to protect her from a kidnapping plot that she had just made up. She bit her lower lip, there it was! The long sleek limo had been driving aimlessly about the city for the past few hours until she had called it from the back seat of the cab and told it to head to the club.

It pulled up into its slot by the curb and the back door opened and out half staggered half stumbled Ms. Astonishing her disarrayed costume showing every inch of her cum covered body. The special drug which the princess had smeared upon the lip of Ms. Astonishing’s cup had done its job and she was just now regaining her beguiled senses as hundreds of people gasped and cameras popped off by the dozens! And as the limo whisked away! Leaving her there, licking her cum covered lips and still gasping at lingering multiple echoing orgasms which sent her limbs twitching upon her unsteady feet! She could only smile from under her cum stained cowl (thankfully left in place!) and wave at the startled public!

“So that is the right way for a young woman to exit a limo, eh?” The princess flung back her head and laughed. Revenge was so sweet, and best yet she could simply sack her body guards and say they had been loyal to the new ruling junta back home and thank the super heroine profusely for saving her, and the dumb bitch would believe her! HA! Just then the princess felt a sudden filthy hand clasp over her mouth and nose and felt herself yanked back into the alleyway! The princess scowl gave way to wide eyed horror as she found herself struggling amidst a ring of a dozen gutter thugs!

“Looks like we got ourselves a piece of fuck meat!” One of the shabby men growled. “And when we are done raping her we can sell her to ‘the slaver’ for some quick cash!” Another one rasped in a hacking giggle. The princess felt herself pressed heavily to the wet hard tarmac despite her struggles and looked up to see a large full moon directly above her, rimmed with twelve throbbing cocks circling down like over sized vultures toward her!