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





MS. ASTONISHING ISSUE 2:

MS. ASTONISHING AND THE CRIME SYNDICATE

Ms. Astonishing grimaced through the slant shadow latticework of steel support girders of the hangers superstructure, the lenses built into the cowl of her costume caused her eyes to appear pupil-less in any hint of shadow as the milky glasses penetrated the murky well of damp dusty yellow night fog spilling in from the open door to her left. Seventy feet bellow her the dotted pods of common three piece and blazer jacketed penthouse thugs mumbled their leather soled way through the warren of tarp shrouded vehicles. Their pools of large heavy chrome flash lights jumping in lazy arcs as they muttered and hissed irreverently to no one in particular.

The edgy super heroine found herself hesitating as she double checked and rechecked again the splintered group of three polar clicks each containing an odd number of thugs busy in their hide and seek search, flipping up tarp after tarp. It had been almost three weeks since Ms. Astonishing’s abysmal failure of guarding the princess from her would be kidnappers. Not only had the kidnappers manage to capture the princess and abscond with her without leaving a trace or clue, but Ms. Astonishing herself, had been thoroughly gang raped by the turn coat body guards in the employment of the princess. The naive young super heroine had been drugged some how, cock pounded almost senseless, and then left cum dripping on the red carpet with dozens of paparazzi cameras flashing. In the great irony of the thing, the pictures had been so extreme that not a single well read newspaper had been able to print them, and other than a brief five day wild fire of gossip, the whole thing had pretty much played its self out into a fizzle with her immediate disappearance from the public eye.

For her first time at attempting a big time full public case it had been an unmitigated disaster, but luckily for Ms. Astonishing, her sexual conquest by those usurping males had come about from treachery and heinous deceit, for if they had beaten her in fair combat and then molested her choice virtue, all her powers would have been forfeit, and just as the ring and its costume had sought her out through dreams and lead her to its where about in an old half sunken cave, had she been justly beaten in battle both her ring and costume would have vanished from her body and set out in seek of another worthy to bear its power. Leaving her forever, with every trace of memory of her adventures as Ms. Astonishing wiped clean from her conscious mind.

Now the plucky young super heroine found herself back on the fringes of society, back in the twilight and shadows were she first wielded her powers and where she now felt the most comfortable. Her ring and costume benefited from her retreat to the familiar ground of the industrial parks and warehouse districts. Her rings power could cast a black sphere of shadow about her and help hide her from sight and its other powers of telekinesis fed on the shadows and dark, in a bright light her ring was powerless. Her costume as well for all its skimpy attire seemed to embolden and enhance her body in commune with the rings contact to herself, like a bottle of nitrous to a race car engine, it seemed to boost her abilities as long as she was at least semi-cloaked in shadow or faint light. Oddly enough just as her ring steadily lost its power as the light increased in strength until in direct light it lost all powers at all, so too did it suddenly loose all power in complete darkness! The ring and the costume which helped amplify the rings dawning powers needed twilight to work.

It was a dark smoldering smoky jagged beam of black light from her ring aimed at a near by girder which helped to support the abundantly top heavy super heroine now on her giddy perch above the maze of priceless automobiles stored bellow. Ms. Astonishing watched the three groups of men continue to move away from one another in opposite directions and bit her lip letting them split further apart from each other as if it were her first time all over again! She leaned far out away from the steel rafter she had crouched on and as she felt her enormous breasts shifting and straining her slight effort of will on the light beam’s balancing support to resist gravity’s envious pull upon those impossible mammary of nature defying miracle, she focused more of her will into the ring and let herself slip off the dusty lip of the cross beam. The black light beam encased her and let her zip down in a blur until she slowed it with some anxiousness just a few feet above the point of impact of the concrete floor. Her booted feet landed with a soft ‘click’ which the black flame wreathed light sphere around her muffled. But the sudden jarring landing sent a shiver through her still swollen three week ago fucked raw pussy and a qualm of doubt assailed her as she knelt to the floor and released the black light beam from the towering roof now seventy feet above her.

She kept the tight sphere of shadow around her as long as she dared, but such a constant use of her ring meant a constant strain of her will which eroded away her endurance and sapped her strength as if she had worked too many days straight through with little to no sleep and too much coffee so that she had hit a state of dizziness and found herself unable to concentrate and focus her will and thus powerless, despite her rings brimming boundless energies. Such a state of exhaustion from within came surprisingly fast and with little to no warning and could not be remedied by any quick method! She powered off her cloaking sphere of shadow and refocused her attention into the environment she was dancing through.

She had chosen the direction immediately before her when she hit the ground from her dead fall zip beam descent, as it had hundreds of tarp mounds of cars to weave behind and hide behind as she closed in on her targets, as opposed to pursuing in the other direction where the door to her left and a large open swath of naked space lay between her and the group of three men shuffling in low grunts over amongst the distant groups of canvas covered cars. But in this more concealed direction lay two groups of men moving in an irregular right angle from one another, but still even enough to catch the movements of one another’s group out of the corner of their collective eye.

Once again she hesitated, her nimble streak of prairie dog motion amongst the covered cars and motor cycles coming to a sudden kneeling halt as she paused, glancing between the two groups of searching men just a few dozen yards on either side of her crouching position. She had not felt this much doubt and thus displayed this much caution since her very first night as a crime fighter super heroine, the gang rape had indeed taken its psychological toll upon her, she would never allow such a thing to occur to her again, but it was not the rape nor the public humiliation which had sent her slinking back to rebuild her shattered confidence, no it was the gnawing tiny twinge in her most secret inner recess, where she realized with a shuddering horror, that she had enjoyed being gang raped! Enjoyed it and even perhaps longed for it! It was some mental quirk no doubt that her mind had thrown up as a duck blind of protection from the shear horror of such a terrible event, but never the less, the very idea that deep within her a desire to be held helpless and raped repeatedly and savagely by several well hung men sent her lips trembling in strange sweating fears. Would she trip herself up in a moment of crisis just to repeat the event?! She couldn’t be sure of herself until she had put herself to the test! And until then, she couldn’t let the possibility of her Achilles heel threaten others whom she might find herself in the position of trying to protect. As such, here she was, away from the innocent public as much as possible, trying to fathom her confused thoughts through a course of brute naked action!

The small group of men to her left consisted of three men, only two had flashlights, they were moving in erratic fashion seeming to apply no set logic to their search of the shrouded vehicles, but randomly flipping up each tarp corner as they passed and squatting to peer at the revealed auto or motorcycle before letting the tarp slip or slap back into place in their whispering wake. They were irregularly moving both toward and then along the outer wall of the large hanger, the hangers door still slightly open a hundred yards to their rear, where a thick yellow mist rolled in in increasing boils of tides.

The group of five men to her right contained the subordinate leader of the nights outing, as others barked out his name every now and then and he grunted in his fat bulk back at them with little pretence of care. This group maintained its self into a tight cluster and only two hand flash lights in it, though two more had metal cigarette lighters flicked open and burning like witch fire in the growing tendrils of fog. They would reach the back of the hangers corrugated tin walls soon and thus like a bookend to the first group turn like a brook and run along it for several hundred yards. But they hadn’t reached the back wall yet and so the first group had already started to pull out further before them in to the thick dark far away from the single burning keg light which hung just outside the large open hanger door above, and whose thin orange yellow glow webbed and twisted in knotted ropes in the slow motion flood head of the fog.

Behind her crouching form, the third and last group of three men had splinted up even further into a group of two with a flashlight and one with a lighter checking under the duck canvas icebergs melting under their little lights advance.

To pounce upon the first group who were working themselves deeper into the wading of shadows would put her back to the other two groups, though the one so distant on the other side of the hanger would be hard press to notice a successful stealthy attack. Still, it would be wiser to strike at the larger group as it was slowly drawing its self to a center position increasingly out of easy ear shot of the other two. It also contained the leader of the pack of pin striped cut throats and undoubtedly the best fighters of the band. But taking out the center without first clearing the edges was always very risky and would open herself up to surprises as well as making each clean up sweep of crowning the points and taking out the remaining units difficult indeed. It would be best to take out the edges first so they couldn’t lend assistance to the center and doing so would mean a very good chance of taking out each peripheral group with out triggering undue alarm amongst the remaining groups, but her current position was all wrong for that. She would have to re-maneuver and at this she bit her lip and wondered if she had simply become too overtly cautious?

Swallowing hard against the acidic bite in the back of her throat, fear or excitement?! She turned to the larger group to her right and quickly slipped through the zigzagging straights of the parked cars. The cars and motorcycles belonged to the celebrated movie star and automotive collector, Peppy Barns, who housed his extensive collection here at the great Costal Airport in a rented hanger. As far as the Diedose families interest in Mr. Barnes collection, Ms. Astonishing had no doubt it pertained to only his most recent acquisition, a !938 flying ’V’ Menderson Triumph limited edition limo, which Peppy had bought at silent police auction a week ago, and more importantly had been the vehicle in which the recently deceased Alexander Diedose had been traveling in when he had been set upon and gun down in an ambush just last year. Alexander’s crippling lingering hospital death had cleared the way to the head of the Diedose clan as his elder brother, and delfacto temporary leader, died shortly thereafter from hart complications. Leaving the son of the third and youngest brother (who had died over seas the year before in military service), one Antoine Diedose, all alone to assume the powerful family clan.

Whispers and rumors persisted that the young handsome Antoine’s sudden ascension to one of the cities most powerful and prestigious old world money families had been as bloody as it was meteoric. But the silence of the public in face of the families strong hold of multiple construction businesses with its endless government contracts and its long shady illegal dealings of its never entirely proven gambling and prostitution rackets, voiced no contradiction and left nary a ripple in the young Turks mighty wake.

Still, Miss. Astonishing had run ins with the less than noble families long twisted practices in the cities gritty alleyways and had known that at the time of Alexander’s botched assassination attempt, the old crafty lecher had already been moving to intercept the young Antoine’s behind the scenes Machiavellian chess like maneuverings. She was confident this is what had prompted the public gang land style slaying of Alexander’s driver and body guard as well as putting Alexander himself into his life-support slow ebb to death. When push had come to shove, the young Antoine had leapt out of the shadows and struck outside of the box. It would be easy to gather evidence against such an impulsive young man, but nigh impossible to bring such a slippery and clever foe to justice of the courts. Fortunately for the citizens of Costal City, Ms. Astonishing was not in the employee of the courts!

Ms. Astonishing slipped silently up to within spitting distance of the large group of four men surrounding their obese sergeant and aimed her ring at them and concentrated hard. A black inky beam razzored the air into the midst of the little group and instantly swelled into an expanding sphere of black crisp fringed murky darkness. She let the orb grow rapidly until it engulfed her as well, passing through the skin of night shadow that trickled over her like icy cold water. Inside the sphere of darkness, her lenses easily let her make out the nervous men who slapped at flash lights and flicked at lighters which still functioned but seemed to have gone out to their eyes as the sphere ate up all light within it. Since the darkness was of her own rings creation her powers were not encumbered by entering into it, but once inside of it her ring was no longer regaining its constant charge of energy from the twilight of the natural world and the constant drain of maintaining the sphere of inky blackness was rapidly eroding her rings energies. The sphere muffled and deadened all sound within it and the temperature within it was near freezing. She watched the short panting breaths of the increasingly agitated men hang in little clouds as she moved behind the closest thug before her, clenching her gloved fist in anticipation of the powerful blow she would unleash!

Ms. Astonishing broke off her concentration and the sphere of blackness ebbed and dissipated, she gasped covered in sweat from both the mental strain of maintaining the sphere and from her combat exertions within it. Around her small booted feet lay the unconscious men whom she had so expertly dispatched! Her ring felt cold even through her glove and she knew that she would not be able to so duplicate such an act on the small groups that remained. Her ring charged best under moon light or outdoors in natural light shadows of twilight, it charged more slowly when in doors or in the murk of man made light. It would take some time before she would be able to call upon such an amount of power from her ring this night! The fat one had drawn a hand gun and squeezed off two .22 caliber shots before she had taken him down like the swine he was, the strain to contain both the sharp flat reports of the discharging weapon inside the sphere had been strenuous, the little slugs of lead had slowed in passing through the orbs membrane but had passed through none the less, silently to plunk into the shrouded mounds beyond.

Ms. Astonishing now squatted down and quickly surveyed the two remaining groups of thugs left inside the hanger with her. The farthest group of three, across the wide expanse of open space before the half closed fog belching door, were out of her line of sight but she could make out their flash light beam dancing unperturbed in their ongoing search behind her panting form. The second group of three thugs, straight across from her, moving along the outer wall of the cavernous building had stopped in their search. One of the three was craning his neck over in her direction squinting into the darkness, his lighter flickering its molten eye. The other two paused only slightly and then went on flipping tarps up as they meandered on in their single flash light beam. The lone man raised a hand and called over to where she hunched down recovering her breath. He shouted again. She would have to act fast! Pointing her ring up and before her at the open steel girders above she shot out a line of black light and recoiled herself up into the air at blurring speed. At thirty feet and soaring fast she cut off her rings black line of light and sent her self sailing back down in an arching angle with a dull thudding crash, boots first into the surprised mans head!

The peripheral action and muffled shock of the impact caused the other two men to swing about upon her in sudden alarm. The one holding the flash light fished inside his jacket and pulled out a straight razor, he went down before he could even flick it open to boot toe to the temple. The second threw a wild bunch and was rewarded with a gloved fist to his nut sack! He fell away and rolled up against a car wheel, his entire world shrunk down to an enfeebling nausea and a desperate need to refill his lungs as the roll against the car wheels sudden impact had knocked the air out of him and sapped all the feeling and ability to use his limbs.

He hung there upon the ground like a gummy sack of apples held up by the hard rubber and steel behind him as he clutched at his scrotum and sucked at the air, struggling not to vomit. Between his crumpled outstretched shaking legs the flash light rolled against his numb useless ankle and into the pool of its light stepped his attacker.

He had never seen such a sight! There in a wide stance stood a woman! But what a woman! In his dazed prone position it was difficult to gage her height and the odd long shadows of the yellow beam of the flash light did little to help his watering eyes perceptions, but still he could note various details in the brevity of the moment that he had as she stepped forward before she suddenly realized he was still conscious and not passed out from her punch.

Since her booted feet were the closest part of her to him, these he noted first in his swimming vision. On her small feet she wore soft crushed velvet ankle boots each adorned with a large gold buckle. In the wavering light and his reeling mind he wasn’t sure of their color, a dark purple or blue or perhaps they were even black? Her skin was fair, her legs long and held in a powerful wide stance as she glanced behind her into the far distance. She wore gloves that covered her entire arms and seemed to continue on into drapes or flaps of cloth that were pulled over her breasts and cinched in place by a broad belt with a large clinquant “A” shaped golden buckle. Over her head she wore a full hood mask with another large gold “A” emblazoned upon the forehead of the tight cowl. The hooded mask seamed to contain some kind of built in lenses or goggles as her large eyes appeared milky white and pupils-less in the heavy dim syrupy light. A large flowing cape hung off her slim shoulders and danced about her, wrapping her in rapid dancing shadows. He could not tell the color of the cloth, again it was of a dark purple or blue or black, but he did note it was sparkled with myriad flashing sequins, so that every square inch of her brief clothed form was in a constant dim flicker of low spark.

But the feature he noticed most and which absorbed him to rapt attention, was the utterly enormous breasts of the obviously young girl. The taught sparkling fabric stretched to the bursting across each amazing mound of tit flesh did little to nothing to contain nor hide the palm sized puffy areolas and nipples jutting there! Her breasts covered her entire upper body and seemed almost impossibly to defy gravity in their proud firm rise before her questioning form. He could not conceive of what bra size would fain to contain the opulent mountains quivering in soaring heights above him, nor how much each fleshy mound must weigh! But there they towered above her slim tiny waist, the belt snug tight above her round full spherical hips. He noted with increased dizziness that the hem of the brief garment of gloved sash pinched together by the belt scarcely covered the young girls crotch and in fact with each deep breath she drew it crept up ward by the mighty orbs tug of ascendancy from above, flashing a thick unshaved snatch of downy soft tangle muff of pubic hair which in the dull uneven light he could not make out its color, only the glisten of tell tale arousal! He groaned despite himself and her head whipped around to him her small mouth agape in surprise.

Ms. Astonishing was shocked that one of the thugs was waking up as she was scanning the last distant direction of the remaining group to see if they had taken any notice of her most recent combat, and promptly pointed her large ebony ring with its gold “A” upon it shooting a beam of black light encasing the man’s head. She pulled it toward her and whipped it back, smacking the skull of the man into the car behind him and rendering him instantly unconscious.

She glanced around her one last time and then raced away to the out of sight last group of men, half bent over as she tried to sneak and run at the same time, her cape whipping up behind her and flashing her full proud naked round buttocks as she disappeared from the little pool of the fallen flash light.

Her eye cowl’s lenses made seeing in the dark an easy enough task for the young super heroine, but fog was another matter entirely! As she moved rapidly across the open expanse of fog spewing frothily from the half open hanger door toward the last group of three thugs, she slammed right into the small party! She was just as startled as they were, but recovered sooner despite her adversaries natural inclination of survival hinged on instinctive violence. Their hands sought hand guns and knives tucked behind their suit jackets while she noted the small package in one of the thugs arm and lashed out with boots and fists!

A few crunching blows to stubble chins and some leg sweeps took care of two of the surprised thugs, but the third thug with the bundle wasted no time on trying to engage her in frivolous hopeless combat and raced into the wall of fog for the hanger door.

Ms. Astonishing had to take care of one of the hands on knees gasping thugs who had grabbed hold of her cape before leaping off in pursuit of the escaping crony. It gave him some valuable seconds of a head start but she was certain she could over take him and whatever it was that the Diedos family felt was so important to recover from the police well searched and long impounded vehicle that had sent the heralds of crime to snatch at it as soon as it was publicly accessible again! What could Alexander Diedos had hidden in the car with him on the day of his attack which Antoine now wanted back so badly? Apparently it had been a small item, as witnessed by the small bundle nestled in the escaping man’s arm. But well hid enough to escape several months of police inspection!

Ms. Astonishing raced through the wide cliffs of the hanger doors and into the oily pool of the lone orange light, flipping her gaze left and right as she drove to a halt hoping to catch the tell tale tread of fleeing footsteps in the nights winding cotton soup of fog. A sudden glare of blinding crippling light pinned her in place! As she threw up her arms and grimaced a dozen heavy blows rained down upon her and Ms. Astonishing knew no more!

When groggy consciousness slowly returned to the aching super heroine, she found herself bound and a strange tall woman in sunglasses standing before her! The woman let go of her chin and stepped back, “good,” she said with a smile. “You have finally decided to rejoin us. And just in time too, as I was just about to leave with this to answer that rather impatient little rude pipsqueak Antoine Diedos summons. He wants this,” she held up a small wrapped package. “Among other things.” She breathed a low humming laugh. “It’s a list of all the undercover agents working the coast, if you care to know.” She tossed the little bundle aside. “But what he really wants is this;” she grabbed a thug who had been just outside of Ms. Astonishing’s still blurry vision and grabbing him in head lock forced him against her rather large breasts. She yanked aside her dresses halter top and looked briefly into the eyes of the frightened man before returning her smiling gaze upon Ms. Astonishing. “As you know darling, we few superior women who have the rare Aphrodite gene are capable of super human feats. Some are born with the gene triggered and some stumble across it latter in life and some never know its blessing. With its erratic powers each unique to each sister it touches, there are some common factors we all share. Our heightened senses, our increased healing abilities, and of course our increased insatiable lusts! Our heightened senses makes arousal and orgasm easy and quick, but few men or non-powered women can survive out deeper needed primal lusts to bring us to the powerful orgasms we constantly crave and fever for. It takes an exceptional male with an abundant cock to hammer it home for the several hours we need to achieve anything but a few quivering appetizer quakes of tantalizing orgasm. However, even a quick tremor of an orgasm is enough to trigger our other shared mutual ability. And that is the ability to produce milk! And what milk!” She laughed as she began to feverishly stroke her clit under her long gown. “Our special milk has the power to briefly give others who consume it a tiny bit of our powers.” She shuddered under heavy half lidded gasps and thrust the man to her breast and forced him to suckle. Milk seeped out from the corner of his mouth and she purred and cooed at him and then tossed him aside. “Of course our milk is also very, very addictive to all males!” HA! “And it robs us momentarily of our powers. So, naturally I don’t like being the power drug cow to the Antoine Diedos new world order family! What good is it to be a super heroine if you are constantly being suckled dry and made weak?”

She stepped back to the captive Ms. Astonishing. “Hmmm? That is were you come in, my dear! You will supply the unwitting Antoine his much needed super milk diet and I will be free to secretly re-gather my full powers and set up a little coo of my own! Ha! I have studied your little personal feud with the Diedos and knew you would be showing up sooner or latter. I also figured out that your powers somehow key off of darkness.” She adjusted her sunglasses, “that is why I had special spot lights mounted on the cars, and why this room is ringed in spot lights as well.” True, for the first time Ms. Astonishing realized that she was in a small room bathed in intense artificial light, she could feel no power ebbing from her ring!

“Now, from what I have been able to gather from a close inspection of you while you were napping. You require some kind of contact with your costume and that ring of yours to trigger your Aphrodite gene. That is why I have allowed you to retain wearing them, but also why you are bound in this triple foraged stocks and chains, it should be more than enough to match your power abilities should you decide to forgo my hospitalities. Hmmmm? You are hooked up, besides the stocks, in a combination milking machine and sexual stimulator. I expect those impressive jugs of yours to not only produce enough milk to keep Antoine and his lieutenants happy and strong but to finally match that insane desire of his to create a super villain army! Which I will no doubt enjoy taking over from his cold corpse! HA! Now feel free to scream and struggle all you want, I find it adds to the rapture and thus the flavor of the milk! Ta-at tits! I’ll be back in a day or two!” And with that, the smiling woman ushered out the still unsteady man before her and paused at the bank vault door of the little blinding room to flip a large switch on the wall and wave a little royal wrist wave as she slammed the door behind her, locking Ms. Astonishing alone in the little room!

Ms. Astonishing began to crane her neck around in the large steel stocks which bound her, nervously trying to see the room around her which suddenly hummed to life! She could feel large soft suction cups nibbling at her exposed nipples and then! To her horror the gentle probing of an enormous dildo slowly vibrating against her gentle small mound! She shrieked despite herself as the fist sized head of the enormous vibrator began its inevitable pressure to force its passage against her pinned jelly soft lips! Images of super strength two bit hoods smashing through bank walls in clouds of prolonged currency shot through her mind as the long veined shaft of the pulsing phallus slipped easily into her tight wet pussy forcing a gasp of egger delight from her stubborn clenched lips! Her super heroine body would not obey her will and its insatiable needs so easily triggered now betrayed her readily! She thought of her powers! Would she lose them? She had been defeated in combat, and if she was now being sexually raped by a man or woman who had thus defeated her, she had no doubt that she would soon see the ring and costume vanish from her body taking any memory of her adventures as Ms. Astonishing with it! But this was a mere machine and it had not been part of her defeat in combat, but could she be sure of retaining her powers?! She thought rapidly, there was one way to hedge the bet; ‘you couldn’t rape the willing!’ She clung to that desperate thin chance, and throwing all her fears and inhabitations aside she began to thrust hungrily at the large rippled cock still descending into her tight quivering hole!

“Give me that cock!” Ms. Astonishing screamed in a raspy throaty voice. “Milk my swollen tits!” She howled into the empty air as she began to sodimized herself upon the rapidly gyrating shaft! “Faster! Faster! Harder! O MY! Deeper! Deeper!” She howled and she felt her ring growing warm again upon her gloved finger. It was working! She wouldn’t lose her ring and powers as long as she kept fucking the machine at an ever increasing fevered lusting pace, something which she somewhat embarrassingly found was becoming increasingly easy for her to do! In fact she began to realize she could readily out match the machines capabilities and a desperate plan began to form in her sexual simmering mind.

“Hmmm.” The woman snapped off the monitor to the little room where the bound super heroine was savagely fucking the fucking machine as spurts of hot milk began to fill the canisters bellow her, “that one is quiet the little slut. I like her. Keep an eye on her, but whatever you do, don’t open that door. Understand!?” The drooling man next to her shook under her gaze. “Good. Be a good little boy and I will let you have another delicious taste from luscious titties when I get back. In the meantime, drain that little bitch dry!” The tall woman sauntered out of the room the elevator door clicking shut behind her as her laughter echoed about the cringing man. Who quickly flipped back on the monitor to the loud moaning milking room and licked his parched lips at the canisters rapidly filling with the addictive milk of an Aphrodite gene super heroine!