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Mr. X has created so many great and wonderful characters over the years that it is impossible to not have a dozen favorites in a plethora of seasonal flavors! My all time favorite is Xera who apparently no one else on the planet likes?! A sexy hot busty solo teen who carries a sword and kicks ass; what’s not to love! But then I love smart, witty, independent women who can carry a story on their shoulders; and I love magic riddled sword and sorcery lands of surreal monsters and breathtaking impossibilities. Personally I think X-y just used too much proto-realism, you know, mud huts and medieval decor, crude and clunky, too many animal skins and rough leather. Leather is meant to be shinny and glued to Kate Beckensale’s ass.

 

I always thought if Xera was given a more surreal fantasy world full of lost civilizations and silky impossible armor aka Urakanda and his Earth Zero masterpieces and a rack that could devour Cleveland, then… oh well.

 

I think it’s because Xera loves sex and is sexually aggressive. She is quiet willing to trade blowjobs for information just as readily as punches for the same. I think that is also why no one really liked Sensational Babe, as she is just my taking X-y’s Xera and putting her into modern times. Well that and I write her so sloppy and she has a tendency to look like a slutted up Jana from the Wonder Twins decked out in massive wonder torpedoes of her own! 

 

Anyway with the computer melt down I lost dozens and dozens of stories most of them mainstream that I had gathered up to kindle-ize for possible Amazon uploads, but I also lost two Xera works; one, the second half of the daemon’s sword which was around sixty pages and no I am not going to rewrite that! And two; a spoof on Jason and the Argonauts which was called Xera and the Juggernauts clocking in around thirty five pages and counting and no I am not going to rewrite that either! But I am going to write a very short Xera story here as I continue my endless mission on behalf of the gods of porn to convince the mighty Mister X to give the teenage bondage prone bombshell another chance some day or at least a stat/fact sheet image in passing memorial.

 

But understanding that no one seems really freaked about another Xera story I am also going to use the three and a half hours here at my garbage disposal tonight to write another short story based on another Mister X character. Now this character is called Naked Woman. Manny years ago in the land of the internet X-y did this story thus far image of a naked woman in the sewer who was fleeing from a nasty penis tentacle monster, named Bill I think? She was all covered in spunk and looking very disheveled and frightened. The image was a spoof of all the other images and ideas of naked women getting raped by monsters in all the other story thus far’s X had made up to that point and I am guessing still has some tongue in cheek lingering effect on all subsequent story thus far images to this very day.

 

You can still see this image story thus far on the free page. I think it is listed as stf/7? Now when I first saw this image back when you could buy a gallon of gas and milk and a loaf of bread with a fiver and get change back; I thought this was a spoof parody image of Marvel’s Invisible Woman. What with the sixties flip hair and because the sewer was dark I thought her skin was transparent and we were seeing the dark of the sewer walls behind her. In fact I later realized she was an African-American woman naked with appropriate beautiful dark skin tones. But by then it was already too late because I had made up this whole slew of background stuff for her and wanted to write a story about her. Well its damn near a decade latter so how about that story! Rook.

 

 

NAKED WOMAN

 

 

Tasha Watts looked back over her shoulder where the man had just erupted his hot load of sperm deep in her teen full round ass and tried not to smile with pleasure and pride and instead glowered at him with a stern smoldering gaze of disgust that lost most of its effect from her open panting drooling mouth. The young African-American girl swallowed down her sigh of her own ebbing orgasm and cleared her throat menacingly at the shuddering man and spoke to his half crumpled form, “I take it our transaction has been successfully completed and that now the rent for my home has been paid in full for another month, Mister Croup.”

 

 

“Aye, aye, it has lass.” Mister Croup was of recent Irish immigration and his baroque seemed to cause his deflating penis to rumble in her rear. “You can consider yourself rents paid for another month.” He slapped her ass hard making the full round firm cheeks jiggle as she winced and moved away from the man who had somehow managed to turn his small gang of thugs into a successful and respected land lordship of over a dozen scattered brownstones and shop buildings scattered through out the city.

 

 

“I am so glad. Now I have much to do and I am sure you are a busy man yourself these days what with the rumors of the Bishop gang moving in on your holdings.” The man was buttoning up his trousers and cringed at the mention of the new gang of roughs threatening his little fiefdom.

 

 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that lass. I’ll have things as right as rain and be back to pickup your next’s months rent as good as clockwork at the dually appointed hour.” He picked up his hat off the floor and spun around as she swung the front door wide open and she watched him as he sauntered out looking a bit uncertain despite his whistling and swank cocky stride.

 

 

He had taken her upon the front entry way floor as usual as she refused to let the man a step further into her home. She closed and secured the heavy front door and quickly entered the downstairs bathroom and washed herself and put on fresh clothes before ascending up the front staircase to the upper rooms where she kept her lab as well as maintained in scrupulous care her missing father’s rooms and study and lab as well. Thomas Watts was a scientist of renown who of late had taken up work for the government only to go inexplicably missing after several months of hush-hush hurried bustle upon some top secret project. Most people thought him dead but his adopted daughter Tasha refused to give up hope.

 

 

The young girl of African descent had entered Thomas home a street orphan showing signs of uncanny brilliance of mind and intellect but of course tongues had wagged and the street gossip was that the fifty seven year old withered bachelor and only survivor of his line had taken the girl in for purely sexual reasons. They were of course right. Tasha found her main duties other than keeping the old man’s house tidy and in order and being diligent in her ongoing studies; where to debase her self to his endless sexual perversions and insatiable lusts. This she had embraced with complete teenage giddy abandon and it was not uncommon for her lessons on chemistry to be accompanied with her tutors large gray haired dick slamming away in her hungry mouth while he pontificated upon the periodic table.

 

 

He had quickly adopted her for sake of public face but she was more mistress than daughter though he insisted that she call him ‘da-da’ and ‘papa’ whenever he blasted a hot sticky load on her beautiful young face. His sudden disappearance under such questionable circumstances had left her scrambling to keep the house in order and herself fed and from being evicted. How that vile man Croup had come into possession of the mortgage to Thomas and hers home she did not know but the lawyer she had hired (and paid for with more sexual promiscuity) had said the documents were valid and she had found herself opening the door to her little foyer at the first day of each month for the past six months and admitting the man to her own little personal foyer upon her hands and knees while the pot bellied thirty year old smelling of boiled cabbaged hammered her holes in exchange for the rent money she did not have. Luckily he always came quickly and she was ushering him out almost as soon as she had dropped to her knees and ushered him in.

 

 

So at least the day was not entirely wasted and she could get back to her studies and frowning over the heaps of unpaid bills her ‘father’ had left her saddled with. At least most of the bill holders were men of middle age or older and they were quiet willing to forgo the debts with a few discreet transactions not unlike the ones she was forced into with Mister Croup. But food and daily consumables was another matter. It was an easy matter for young girl of her incredible beauty and statuesque figure to bat and eye lash and convince a man who was already rich to accept her ‘trade’ and rather joyfully accept at that, but street merchants and grocers tended to live hand to mouth and it was rare for them to exchange a weeks vitals for a rough hand job under their apron while their wife puttered away just behind them.

 

 

She needed some steady form of income but in six months she had been too busy looking for her missing ‘father’, dealing with the local law who was also looking for him as well and were being fed by suspicious gossip of racist neighbors who found the prospects of a young nubile black teenager now possible lord and master of one of the nicer houses on the block (for Thomas had left everything to her in his will) to be a bit more than they could handle without choking on their breakfast or getting their upturned noses caught upon passing tree limbs, and toss in the odd visits from various clandestine government employees apparently much interested in her fathers last secret project, and her own studies and experiments, and daily trials to survive, and those six months had passed in an eye blink of confusion and concern.

 

 

Tasha opened the curtains of her own small upstairs study and looked out over the busy grimy street of 1880 Delta City and sighed. The street was a mix of houses and shops and some shops with rooms for let above them. Horses clomped through the dirty cobblestone streets and the hiss of steam locomotives two blocks away could be heard and almost felt through the fog of coal fire smoke of the new industrial park and its massive factories several miles away but whose long fingers of choking fog were everywhere.

 

 

Tasha was wearing a simple slip and pull over sun dress and no shoes so she was far from being properly dressed at all and quickly drew the curtains closed and fumbled with the gas jet upon the wall with a taper lit from the small Franklin coal stove that heated her small study room. Unlike Thomas she kept her things neat and her small desk was the only thing in the room crammed with books and folders that could be called a mess with its scatted papers and dip pens and bottles of ink and open books and manuscripts lying about. There was an oil lamp upon the desk but she was reluctant to light it as the supply of oil she had left was running quiet low and the man who sold oil from his donkey drawn to most of the houses was a closet homosexual and unabashed racist.

 

 

It was impossible in the fashions of the day to dress appropriately without at least one if not two other women working at you with hooks for the buttons and stays. Just doing up a pair of ankle boots could waist half the morning if one had to do it themselves. And Tasha could not afford such a maid for the time being. So her dress had to be very simple and while she preferred such it gave her neighbors yet one more thing to angrily berate her behind her back with.

 

 

While Tasha opened a file full of bills and looked grimly at them a lone solitary figure paused at the front iron gate of her house and eyed the large brass plaque which read; “T. WATTS” and then pushed his way past the gate latching it behind him. He glanced at the front door and then back over his hunched shoulder at the busy street that seemed oblivious to him and he shuffled off the pavement and onto the gravel and mud struggling his way through the small red brick walled lot of small trees and flowering bushes moving around to the back of the house.

 

 

Tasha had just entered the new dismal numbers into her accounts ledger when she heard the crash of broken glass. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone on the block had thrown a rock through her front window, but the sound had come from the back of the house. Puzzled and curious the fearless young woman took off her wire round lens glasses setting them carefully down on her leather ledger book, getting up from her seat, frowning she entered the hall. She expected silence but in fact could hear a noisy shuffling from over the landing and she quickly made her way around the mezzanine of the second floor hoping to reach the front door and the various umbrellas in their stand where she kept an iron fire poker and cricket bat discreetly placed amongst them.

 

 

She did not make it to the front door for even as she rounded the corner and stepped upon the top step of the main staircase of the small entrance hall, she pulled up short gasping in shock at the sight of a disheveled man in a heavy oil skin coat carrying a package who looked up at her opening his mouth in to mirror of her own, only to collapse dead upon the first tread of the staircase!

 

 

The dead man had been stabbed several times in the stomach staining his shirt front in blood. He bore no identifying papers upon him and his pockets contained only a few sundry belongings; bit of string, pocket multiplex knife, some coins, a small wad of paper money, a pocket watch, a pair of reading spectacles, a folded up newspaper several days old and not the local paper but a national one, and a small card with her address neatly printed upon one side and an amount of money printed on the other that was of a considerable denomination.

 

 

He was a short man stocky built but solid of muscle and his face bore several days of unshaved stubble. Clutched in his left hand/arm was a package wrapped in brown paper and string which Tasha managed to remove with some difficulty from the dead man’s stubborn grasp. There were no markings on the package and other than parts of the waxy paper being blood stained it gave no hint of the sinister aspect by which it had arrived at her front staircase.

 

 

Before opening the package Tasha suddenly had the notion she should check where the man had smashed his way into her home and see if anyone else had been following him as she was certain he had not stabbed himself in the stomach before barging into her home. The young teen quickly made her way to the back of the house where she found the kitchen door had been bashed open after its glass center panel had been smashed and no doubt from the blood stains a hand then forced in through the broken pane to unlatch the dead bolt. She re-latched the deadbolt and then shoved the kitchen table in front of the door. She made a quick survey of the lower rooms ascertaining that the windows were all latched and all doors bolted before returning to the kitchen and removing a butchers knife from the cutting block and snipping the string binding the package with a few sheering strokes.

 

 

A dead man on ones marble tiled entry way was bound to cause her endless problems considering her own Thomas disappearance and before she summoned a constable she wanted to know all she could know about the situation. But she realized one of her busybody neighbors must have seen the man enter; thus time was surely not on her side. She would have to be quick.

 

 

Unwrapping the paper revealed two objects lying loose inside. One was a small tin box that had previously held soap powder and the other was a manuscript of loose sheaf’s of foolscap that had been quartered and written on with a studied hand. She recognized Thomas spidery writing at once and realized she would need to find a replacement for the two objects as rapidly as possible in case some one had seen the man enter or even walking down the street in search of her house with a bundle in his arm.

 

 

Tasha had just completed re-wrapping the package using as much of the old bloody string and some of the string in the man’s pocket and putting all the items back in his pockets and the package back into the crook of his arm when the door erupted in sharp hard knocks. She gave the body one last look and answered the door.

 

 

It was the local police footman no doubt summoned by one of her snooping neighbors and it took the better part of the day, evening, and night before around three am the officials left with the body and the package. And her horse re-telling of events scribbled down dozens of times. She had placed one of Thomas’s recent experiments with an electric glowing glass gas filled tube and his papers on the work she felt that would keep the government busy for a few days giving her time to at least read the piles of papers that had arrived in the package and to investigate that tin box!

 

 

There was a police man with a bull’s-eye lantern on her front stoop but she pretended to go to bed and with curtains and blinds drawn and a low wick lamp she hurriedly glanced over the sheaf’s words and chemical formulas and carefully opened the tin box. It contained cotton wadding and what looked to be a simple bracelet?

 

 

To her disappointment there was no personal message from Thomas. It was just one of his experiments notes and she guessed since it had been brought to her in the arms of a dead man that it must be the experiment he was working on for the government when he had suddenly disappeared.

 

 

It was well past dawn when she gathered up the papers and bracelet and hid them. Blurry eyed she collapsed into her small bed and fell almost instantly to a fitful sleep full of shadows and breaking glass and stocky dead men moaning soundlessly in her stranger filled hallways.

 

 

The next several days saw police men and reporters and the curious knocking on her front door and wandering unannounced through the small gardens that rimmed the house like a picture frame. But the best she could she read the notes and began to repeat the experiment. For she reasoned if she could successfully accomplish the experiment detailed in the notes then she might have a better understanding of what had happened to Thomas and what all these strange men who kept watch over her and the house night and day from the shadows or from behind newspapers might be wanting?

 

 

It was a dark and stormy night when Tasha finished the chemical compound and decided to test it! She wasn’t exactly sure what it was supposed to do but she knew from the notes it was an elixir to be drank. So with a stomach full of butterflies she quaffed the smoldering smelly concoction and gagged.

 

 

It tasted like a lemon tart covered in coal dust with an earthworm core. It wriggled on her stomach and she fought the nausea that had her lurching about the room until she collapsed upon her knees coughing up bloody phlegm. She was so certain that she had just poisoned herself that she wondered if she should write a note of some kind explaining her death?

 

 

The nausea passed as did the seeming threat of immediate death and she found herself burning up; her whole body seemed feverish and on fire. She quickly removed her clothes which felt cloying and smothering her until she found herself standing naked in her small lab room panting heavily against the heat watching the sweat trickle down her limbs and glisten like diamond headed match sticks in the thick untrimmed bush of public hair between her legs.

 

 

“The bracelet!” She said out loud and made her way on wobbly legs to where the slim metal ring lay upon its cotton wadding in its tin box. The notes had mentioned that the bracelet acted as both a catalyst and a control device for the chemicals now lacing every cell of her body! She slipped the bracelet on her wrist with shaking hands. Instantly she felt the strange heat change as if a cloud had passed in front of the sun on a hot sunny day. The coolness flowed through her body and she realized with some surprise that she had been on the brink of an orgasm?! And that the bracelet had dispersed the building inner storm into a light pattering rain.

 

 

It took her several minutes to realize that she was invisible! For several hours she experimented with her new invisible form. She discovered that if she removed the bracelet which did not turn invisible but was always visible as a slim sliver glimmering strand floating in the air on her invisible wrist then she suddenly became visible. She also soon became overwhelmed with mind melting orgasms that left her helplessly on her hands and knees as wave after wave of constant orgasms roared like and angry surf through her body. The only thing that stopped the crippling orgasms was putting the bracelet back on her wrist which also turned her instantly invisible.

 

 

After several hours the chemical elixir in her body lost its potency and even with the wrist bracelet upon her arm she became visible and remained as such. Removing the bracelet now did not reduce her to an orgasmic whore. The chemical compound she swallowed slowly lost its ability to make her invisible providing she was wearing the metal wrist band and lost its power to overwhelm her with orgasms once the band was removed.

 

 

“It takes both the elixir and the wrist band being worn to become invisible. If I remove the wrist band while the chemical is still raging within me then I become visible as well as helpless before a flood of uncontrollable orgasms. The chemical seems to last roughly three hours before it loses its power and I become slowly and increasingly visible in about the last fifteen minutes of its fading power.” Tasha looked at her hands which were now completely visible and then reacted in shock to see her full firm teen bosom had swelled and increased in size! “My breasts have almost tripled in size!?” the teenager noted in a surprised smile. Her already large firm breasts were now much larger but still as firm and jutting as before. “My that’s an interesting side effect! I wonder if it is permanent?”

 

 

Tasha tossed a robe over her naked lithe thin naked form and carefully stepped past the puddles of cum she had squirted upon the floor during her various experiments with removing the bracelet. “If I can get the grasp of this new power. There is no reason I who have been a virtual prisoner under the gaze of those government men who watch my house or me as soon as I go out morning noon and night. Why I now can’t use this elixir and bracelet to escape them! I can make myself invisible and slip right past them!”

 

 

There was a problem. During her trial and error she had found that even with the bracelet upon her wrist and the chemical raging through her body that if she put on any kind of garment she slowly started to become invisible. Even a silk hat had slowly turned her entirely visible in just a few minutes time. Removing the hat had instantly turned her invisible again but there was simply no way she could wear any kind of garment and remain invisible. And the more covered her body was the faster she became invisible. She had thrown a quilt over her shoulders and clenched it closed over her body and she had become visible almost instantly but she had returned to being invisible as soon as she whisked it off.

 

 

If she drank the chemical and then put on the bracelet and then put on her clothes she was visible but as long as she wore the clothes she was incredibly horny! Even with the bracelet being visible when the chemical was coursing through her body made her incredibly horny. It wasn’t the helpless tides of orgasms that occurred when she took the bracelet off but it was still difficult to think straight when ones entire body was writhing with lusts! She could lessen the lusts by wearing less and less clothing. But she could only make the lusts vanish by stripping naked and waiting with the bracelet on in her invisible state until the elixir had ran its course.

 

 

For the next several days she continued her experiments with the elixir and the bracelet until she had discovered she could create a chemical treated cloth that would become visible or invisible depending on the interaction between the first bracelet ring and a second one she quickly created using the notes and diagrams and Thomas small smelter in the back yard shed. These two bracelets were magnetized and clung side-by-side to each other; with her freshly created bracelet riding on top of the original bracelet. By twisting the top bracelet this made her new costume become visible and after a few seconds she became visible in it as well.

 

 

So with a simple twist of the wrist bands first her costume and then she became visible. Well sometimes she became visible before the costume did and she had to spend several anxious minutes waiting for her naked body to become clothed. She also discovered that the longer she remained invisible the more transparent the costume became when she twisted her wrist band to summon it and her to a visible state. It was not perfect but it beat taking off her wrist band to be seen and subsequently falling down into an orgasmic helpless state in the process.

 

 

Wearing the costume whither visible or invisible made her incredibly horny and when she was invisible the costume made her invisible body cast a shadow in strong light which it did not do when she was completely naked and invisible. Something she noted. If she needed to cross an  area of strong illumination or she went out during the day she would be better off leaving her costume at home or taking it off and leaving it behind!

 

 

But still the idea of walking around naked in public was too shocking to even contemplate with her modern 1880’s sensibilities and her compromise of the now you see it now you don’t peek-a-boo costume was a mental crutch she desperately clung to. Of course the costume had to be as revealing as possible. The less it covered the less horny she felt and the fewer complications arose. As such she had settled upon an eye mask to protect her identity and a small strip of covering for her nipples and another small strip of cloth covering for her crotch both of these she simply tied behind her back as tightly and securely as possible and hoped for the best.

 

 

Wearing the costume shortened the effective time of the elixir but she still liked the idea she could twist her wrist band and her costume would become visible and then herself as well so she could interact with the world as both visible and invisible with some control!

 

 

The first costume she created was simply a flimsy dress slip she cut up into strips and soaked in the chemical bath. She took the elixir and with wrist bands in place went outside into the slim brick walled gardens around her house and practiced moving around invisible and then summoning her costume and moving around visibly until the elixir wore off. The experience left her a little dizzy and light headed but she found the experience not unpleasant though she had experienced intense orgasm several times and that had left her each time breathless and dazed for several minutes!

 

The second costume she created had more of her seamstress skills applied to it and was produced from a better quality of fabric and some stiffing of boning to mask and top and bottom. Little did the young teen realize but she had just created the worlds first micro bikini a couple of centuries before it would enlighten the beaches of Europe but she had left the notion of bikini wax for the future to work out. She wore her little slips of cloth firmly entrenched in her taut globes of flesh and ringed in a wide patch of thick luxurious pubic hair.

 

 

The Coroner’s Inquest came and went and Tasha took the stand and gave her testimony. She mentioned the wrapped parcel the dead man was carrying but the judge gave a sideways glance to the obvious government men who stood at the back of the court and ignored it. Other eye witnesses had seen the man blood covered and staggering in the direction of the Watts abode before he had broken the window pane on the back door and forced his way into her home. There seemed little suspicion as to her being guilty of the man’s death. The Coroner reached a verdict of wrongful death by means of a sharp instrument yet undiscovered penetrating the dead man’s abdomen six times; four of these being potentially lethal wounds, by person or persons unknown.

 

 

In short nothing had been learned by the court that had not been common street gossip or headlines for the past two weeks. But Tasha had learned a great deal. She now knew the man who had collapsed dead in her foyer was named Abercrombie Fincher.  And that he had been most recently employed as the captain of a small steam launch that ran a line from the White Hall docks of Delta City to the several of the larger Delta City Bay Islands. He had often taken Thomas Watts out to one of these islands where the government had a closed to the public naval base.

 

 

And she had also suddenly remembered, as the dead man’s items of personal effects were listed off into the court register,  the newspaper she had found in the dead man’s coat which she had kept hidden alongside the much more interesting bracelet and papers which had taken up all her immediate attention.

 

 

Tasha hurried home and locking her doors behind her and making a quick search of her house as was forever now her want upon returning to it; she made her way to the small room where she kept her lab and the dead man’s items now secured and dug out the newspaper she had suddenly remembered him carrying on his person.

 

 

She put on her reading spectacles and began to scan the paper column by column page by page her brow furrowed and eyes narrowed her lower lip pinched between her perfect white teeth as she hummed and searched.

 

 

She had not kept the newspaper with any real intent and it had been more an accident or perhaps a subconscious thought that the paper might lead further inquiries back to her in some inexplicable way. But having wadded it into a hidden wall panel she had been entirely engrossed with the bracelet and the chemical notes and their secrets and completely forgotten the wrinkled newspaper. She would not have been the least bit surprised to find it composed of nothing but pink racing forms or a moldy skeleton of a fish wrapped up in its core, but no it was just a normal paper many weeks old now and she passed through its pages searching for something which she had no idea what it might be if it be at all!

 

 

The paper was not one of the local rags but one of the national papers and as such was much concerned with the broader strokes of the news rather than local happenings. So that she could not discern any tell tale hint of any tie to her personally or Thomas or the local government which everyone knew he was working for and thus attributed both his disappearance to and the dead man’s arrival to. But there was nothing pertaining to Delta City other than a brief bit on the arrival of Edward Louche, a famous New York actor who would be doing various monologues from Shakespeare at the Delta City Orpheus Theater of the Performing Arts in the coming weeks. In fact due to the date of the old paper the famous actor was already in town and his first grand opening performance had already come and passed to much fanfare and local critical success.

 

 

She came back to the small article several times and then set it aside pondering it before getting up and retrieving the small tin box where the twin bracelets lay as well as the small hand printed card the dead man had been carrying that had her address and upon the reverse side a large sum of money listed. She had chosen to keep this item as well in case some shadow of doubt considering her money woes and Thomas disappearance should be further stirred up into gossip and trouble for her.

 

 

She eyed the card several times before opening a desk drawer and pulling out a small leather bound guide of Delta City addresses. She scanned it until she found the listing  for the Orpheus Theater which was listed as; NEWGATE 1191 WEST CONCORDE. Her own address was NARROWS 11 9^TH STREET WEST CUMMINGS ROAD as she lived on the corner of Narrows and Cummings. She glanced at the hand printed card it read; N. 119(an indecipherable scribble) WEST C(another smear)and what might have been ORDE or even ROAD?

 

 

It was just possible that the captain had been sent to delivery his package not to her at her address but to the Orpheus Theater and he had gotten the addresses mixed up no doubt with the added complexity that the package contained secret works of Thomas Watts and the mixed up address was his personal abode.

 

 

Still it was a long shot at best. And the idea that a man who had lived all his life in Delta City could have gotten two such addresses mixed up seemed extremely unlikely. But it was the only lead she had however tenuous and besides it would be a good test for her new invisible powers against the ever present government men who hawked her house day and night from the street shadows.

 

 

Tasha slipped out of her clothes and quickly quaffed the elixir and wrinkled her face against a taste she doubted she would ever get used to and quickly put on her double bracelet and costume. She twisted the outer ring and her chemical treated clothing and then herself quickly turned invisible. She slipped out of the backdoor and through the back garden hedge topped iron gate and into the alleyway beyond. In just a few barefoot treads she found a lone man leaning against the wall eyeing the back of her house. The young teen resisted an urge to strike the man who represented everything oppressive and unfair about her current life and instead after a scornful look slipped silently past him and into the night street beyond.

 

The night air was cool with autumns approach and the overcast skies had most people lingering indoors or heading rapidly with heads down from one doorsill to the next but it was still a considerable challenge to dodge and scamper out of the paths and lurching movements of fast moving people who can not see you and are utterly unaware of your prescience.

 

 

The rapid movements and sudden sprints she was forced to employee seemed to heighten her brimming lusts so that she had to pause frequently and fight the urge to touch her self inappropriately behind a barrel or carriage. The horses knew she was there and dogs snarled and whined at her passing. She began to wonder at the animals who could still readily sense her and how they acted in ways so familiar and she wondered if every time a cat or dog or horse behaved strangely it was not due to some invisible force passing by? ‘Maybe the world is fully populated with invisible creatures,’ she wondered to herself as she dodged a handsome and a dog cart before clearing the main intersection and entering icy muddy rain puddle alleyways that would take her now directly to the downtown theater.

 

 

She worried about the mud splashes laying upon her naked skin and showing and revealing her but she found that her invisible state worked slightly upon anything pressed up against her to varying degrees though the more mud that clung to her feet the hornier she became so that she stopped frequently to wipe her feet and lower legs clear of any muck when a passing tarp or oilskin presented its self for the quick task.

 

 

Still the experiment conducted in the streets of Delta City under both gas lamp and electric arc lamp proved most successful and she felt giddy despite the cold numbing her feet as she reached the theater. The Theater it’s self was a massive structure filling an entire city block and housed apartments for the actors and workers who traded there. The newly arrived social butterfly of the moment Edward Louche was housed here as well and she wondered if he had indeed been the ultimate target of the package? He was a famous New York actor but he had foreign sympathies that had often dragged his name across the gossip columns of the national papers.

 

 

If there was anyone currently in Delta City who might want to get their hands on Thomas secret invisibility formula and her bracelet for other than personal reasons, other than the government it might very well be Edward Louche!

 

 

Getting into the theater proved surprisingly hard! She had just assumed she would slip in easily but found it nearly impossible to navigate the busy boulevard let alone manage to pass through any of the few unlocked or unguarded doors to the massive structure. She finally found an entrance though one of the sunken stairwells to the basement level by following a man who also seemed to be looking for away into the building without attracting a lot of attention. She watched him pick the lock and then silently slipped in behind him. Such a suspicious looking and acting man deserved some further scrutiny so she followed him as he quickly made his way past the under stage trapdoors and braces to another locked door which he picked and further down into a sub-basement full of storage rooms and props.

 

 

It was here after following the man into a small room where he quickly waltzed back past her and locked them both into it that he removed his hat and pulled down his heavy collar of his caped overcoat that Tasha gave off a small gasp despite herself for the man she had been following was none other than Edward Louche!

 

 

He smiled broadly at her and tapped his heavy mechanical multi-lenses glasses he was wearing. “I saw you milling about the street from my window and when a half hour had passed and you had not managed to find a way into the theater I decided I had better come down and give you an escort. You must be Thomas’s sex toy daughter, Tasha. I am so very, very, glad to meet you.” He bowed slightly.

 

 

“You see Miss Tasha Watts the dead man who stumbled onto your parlor floor a few weeks back had intercepted a very valuable piece of property meant for me; which by your current state you no doubt are fully aware of its contents and properties. And I want that package back. Now I see you are wearing the bracelet and you have no doubt worked out the formula but I am going to need those notes and it might be a good idea if you were to remain as my personal companion until we return to New York and my associates there who are impatiently waiting my return with my ‘property.’

 

 

Tasha remained frozen in shock and surprise. She had become so used to being invisible over her past few weeks of experiments that she now quickly checked her bracelet and own body to see if something had gone wrong despite her full realization that the odd glasses Mr. Louche was wearing were no doubt the reason he could so readily see her!

 

 

“Come, come, Miss Watts let’s remain sane rational adults here. how about handing over that bracelet you keep fingering I am not entirely aware of the whole process but I do believe that without the bracelet you can not remain in your current, let us say, invisible to others state. The bracelet! NOW!” And the handsome man whisked a small handgun from his coat pocket.

 

 

Tasha backed up and her bare heel struck the iron lip of an iron grate set in the stone floor. In a heart beat she had thrown it open and dropped down it as Louche shouted out a “NO!” and made a mad grab at her!

 

 

She dropped quiet a distance and landed with a loud splash in ice cold water that proved to be about waist deep. It was enough to break her fall and keep herself from being crippled by her frantic escape. She waded out of the rectangle of weak light being cast from the small stone opening high above her even as the first and only gun shot ran out and a splash sounded just behind her right shoulder. She inched back further until she was pressed up against the stone work of the wall. Voices replaced the flat echo of the pistols report and two and then three faces peered through the rough opening unwittingly blocking out the small room above lone light of a whale oil lamp.  She slipped further back away from the opening trying to move slowly and not create anymore waves or splashing sounds.

 

 

She caught her breath and realized though still naked her costume had been lost in the brief drenching as well as her mask but at least that would remove one more hindrance to her invisibility power. Though she knew she was running out of time and the elixir would be rapidly wearing off soon and her without any clothes!

 

 

Still she was in what must be the storm and flood control drains running under Delta City but she must hurry home to claim the hidden notes as she was certain that is where Louche and his companions would race to now that she had apparently escaped them. The young teen girl shuddered in the icy water and noted that her burning lusts were not in the least quenched by the cold dousing she had just received.

 

 

Tasha made her way slowly along the stone and brick drainage system reaching a point where she could climb out of the water and stagger along a raised stone walkway that ran along both sides of the round tunnel. She had not traveled far when she heard the first low moan. She stopped up short and looked about her in the near blackness. The occasional rays of an overhead street or building grate filtered a few feeble slats of light into the inky blackness around her. The low groan turned into a growl. The frightened girl suddenly remembered tales of impossible monsters that lived down in the sewers who rose up out of the bay and crept along under the city to snare un-expecting young girls and rape them!

 

 

She swallowed hard and pushed such silly thoughts from her teaming brain and had just managed a short half laugh when the first beasts tentacles wrapped around her ankle and yanked her shrieking away!

 

<the end?>

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Okay before I start the Xera story that nobody wants to read, hee-hee, I want to do a quick Amazing Babe short story here.

 

Sensational Babe and the whole River City experiment got really mixed reactions. People seemed to like the idea of a super heroine having to wear an item to keep her lusts in check and they liked the idea of a sexually aggressive teen trading sex as often as fists, but they didn’t seem too keen on huge torpedo tits (guess everyone loves the globes, eh?) and they didn’t seem too keen on a sexed up Jana look-alike rip-off of the Wonder Twins ending every adventure with an offer of complementary blowjobs. In fact the girls really did not like that at all?! I guess rape is okay for female readers but offering blowjobs is just ‘disgusting!’ ah… yeah.

 

Anyway what I want to do here is take some of the things that people DID like and put them on the wonderful Amazing Babe. Because Amazing Babe is about as close to Sensational Babes personality as the Delta City super heroines have to offer and I don’t think Mr. X will mind too much with me trying out some of the River City experiments results on one of his established creations and see how it mixes? Rook.

 

 

AMAZING BABE and THE ANCIENT ONES

 

 

Jessica Lockhart stretched beside her bed and froze for a moment with her hands above her head and then shimmied her narrow waist bubble butt back and forth as she yawned. Her baby doll blue nightie and tiny pale blue micro thong panties were quickly stripped off the eighteen year old’s 36 KK-cup firm jutting breasts, 22 slim waist, 36 almost spherical butt, long limbed, ash blonde, green eyed, 5’8”, 125 pound, lithe frame, and tossed upon her unmade bed.

 

 

 

Standing naked in her small dorm room the young teen quickly put her several vibrators scattered on her twin mattress away into a book bag and kicked them under her bed. She reached for the gemstone of the necklace she wore tight around her neck and fingered it as she stared at the cum soaked bedding. “Even with my newly acquired sexual repressor necklace from Professor Whirtler my lusts still threaten to overwhelm me. I must be careful until I better understand this new weakness that my growing powers have unearthed within me.”

 

 

“This idea that I now have to wear this necklace at all times in order to keep my own lusts in check is rather frightening, but the way of the Aphrodite gene is complex and strange and I should count my blessings that I have been gifted with such powers to combat evil and help others!”

 

 

Jessica glanced up from her gemstone necklace and eyed the poster above her bed. It was an image of Jana from the Wonder Twins. She had her purple top yanked open exposing her huge naked breasts and she was smiling with bed room eyes with a long string of drool dripping off her chin. The caption read; ‘THE REAL WONDER TWINS!!!’ Jessica smiled back at the young face with the black bowl cut bangs and pointed ears. She had had the poster since childhood when she had found it hidden in her father’s closest along with several magazines depicting naked women touching themselves in strange ways and smiling. She had taken the poster but left the magazines as she had returned to her room and experimented touching herself in the same ways that the women with the bunny image on the cover had done.

 

 

“I know how you feel sister,” Jessica leaned in and kissed the poster on the nipples, used her palm to wipe off the faint traces of lipstick, and then retreated to her closet of a bathroom stepping over the piles of clothes that covered almost every inch of her small room as well as a mix of pop memorabilia all emblazoned with the image of Ms. Americana including a life size cardboard cutout with a demi-cup bar tossed over her head who she saluted as she weaved by to get ready for the day.

 

 

The day had included both classes and a mid-morning downtown photo shoot where she had been required to wear a bikini top so small its straps sunk into her breast flesh and a triangle covering so tiny that her always puffy areolas had readily shown around its edges as her hard nipples had been parading about on full horny pokie ‘hello’ to both crew and the gathering crowd. The rest of the outfit had not been much better in the modesty department. A pair of cut off shorts which she was told to wear with the front unzipped and yanked open so as to expose the tiny micro bikini bottoms she was wearing underneath. The contract had stated bluntly that she not ‘to wax nor shave her lower privets for three weeks prior to the shoot’ so there was of course a lot of silken golden pubes on display but the hungry camera ate it up without a single fur ball hack and she pocketed the three thousand dollar paycheck with a sigh and an eye roll.

 

 

At least it was better than last week when they had her down at the zoo in a tiger skin bikini with cat ears and had insisted in lowering her down into the tiger pit! She absently slapped her rear-end where now back into her own clothes; consisting of a pair of skintight jeans with bell bottoms and a halter top with no bra and over sized sunglasses, her small hand jiggled the full firm buttocks on impact and patted the single back pocket which held the folded up check snuggled in it; even after she deposited it she would be thousands of dollars still in debt!

 

 

“If I just gave in and did one porn movie as my agent keeps begging me I could pay off all my debts and buy a new sports car! No more missed busses! Ha!” She shook her head at such a screwed up world where a girl who was acing advanced chemical biology and astrophysics as she was could only afford college on a beauty pageant scholarship! And she was rather certain that she won that scholarship when her top ‘popped’ during the swim suit competition. Sigh. “My life is just one big long cocktease! Luckily I sort of get off on it! Tee-hee!”

 

 

She left downtown and headed out to her branch bank alternating waving at the crowd of horny men who had lingered after her photo set and making cock jerk-off hand motions to those who where brazen enough to wolf whistle or yell out sexual harassing comments as she decided on an impulse to catch a cab rather than a bus and ditch the horde.

 

 

She had to unbutton her blouse down to almost the last button in order to get the bank manager to go ahead and let her write checks to pay her bills using the three thousand dollar check deposited in her checking account to do this despite the banks policy to wait three days for a check to clear and for a few shimmies and a wink and a dropped pen and ass wiggle the bank manager let her cash out twenty bucks from the check so she could go back outside and pay off her cab fare.

 

 

But there she was after all that work broke again! And hungry! The young teen sighed again and eyed the late afternoon sun and for all the hungry eyes that feasted on her she felt like the loneliest person in the world. Lonely and hungry! Her stomach growled at her incase she was missing the fact that she had  not eaten that day and had only managed to finch a stale bagel at the photo shoot the day before. Ugh! She rubbed her exposed taut stomach and looked around her. It was a long walk home from here and not much of a shorter one to the nearest bus stop which would require a forty minute wait once she got there!

 

 

She sighed and started walking only to stop suddenly! “My super sexy senses are tingling!” It was true one of the new aspects of her further awaking Aphrodite gene powers were the sudden development of extra sensory perceptions! When ever danger was nearby or someone needed help her nipples though always hard would suddenly become extra hard and start quivering on her puffy areolas and her clit would swell up and start tingling just as they were all doing now! So either she was in immediate danger or she was going to wear out her entire ensemble of vibrators just as soon as she made it back to her campus dorms!

 

 

She looked around her. There did not seem to be anything threatening moving in her direction. “It must be someone nearby who needs my help! Or better yet Amazing Babes help!” the young teen quickly moved away from the men who had paused on the side walk and were eyeing her as she stood in the parking lot of the bank raping her with their eyes over and over again. “Nice camel toe slut!” One of the men shouted at her as she glanced down at her feet and thought angrily to herself, ‘I am wearing boots you can’t even see my toes you brute!’

 

 

The young blonde teen eyed the men with a scowl but recognized the lustful looks in their eyes and thought about last week when she had been in costume as Amazing Babe and had been savagely raped and milked by an android army of space invading robots that powered themselves on Aphrodite gene milk! After she had defeated the horde of super powered space robots her top would not fit due to the natural swelling of her boobs after such a furry of repeated milkings and rapes. And she had staggered out of the wreckage of the automotive plant they had using as a base to launch their invasion plans of Earth and she had stumbled across an old man and yanking up her too tight fitting top she has innocently queered, “Do these look alright to you?” The man had clutched his chest and fell over instantly dead!

 

 

‘They usually clutch MY chest,’ the blonde shook her head at the mental image of the old man lying there dead with a smile on his face with his pants tented and gave a weak smile at the men starting to mill around her like a pack of zombie wolfhounds scenting ‘boobies!’

 

 

“I need to ditch the usual perv-patrol and find a place where I can change into my costume!” Jessica moved rapidly turned away from the bus stop heading through the bank parking lot dodging around cars and trucks until she had crossed a side street and slipped down an alleyway finding a secluded spot near an empty loading dock for a grocery store. A trailer stood parked up to one garage door with no semi-truck attached to it. She could hear men and pallet jacks banging around in side the trailer moving freight. She looked for and found the security camera and maneuvered putting the stationary trailer and a dumpster bin between her and it and any passerby’s eyes.

 

 

Sure no one could spy on her Jessica held out her arms and leapt up slightly into the air. There was a brief flash and she hovered there in the air naked. She landed lightly and then held out her arms and leapt up into the air a second time. There was another brief flash of light and where there had been a naked Jessica Lockhart there now hovered AMAZING BABE! Fully costumed!

 

 

Amazing Babe paused to check out her costume. The flash transformation ability had been something she and professor Whirtler had been working on for almost a month now. Ever since her powers had increased and her breasts nearly doubled in size!

 

 

So far there had been only one notable drawback to the new transformation power. All the white components of Amazing Babes costume had become almost semi-transparent! This meant her top had her nipples on almost full display and the white stars on her trunks showed her golden pubes with the bottom most star almost looking golden from a distance because of the mass of golden hair it revealed just above her camel toeing clit!

 

 

Still it sure beat cringing behind a park tree wrestling with boots stuck in a gym bag you have been lugging around everywhere while a dog pees on your leg. “Man was that humiliating!” The young teen dropped slowly down to the ground clicking off her mental list to make sure everything had shown up as sometimes things seemed to get lost on some transformations or moved around a bit like when her bottoms and top had appeared on backwards and she had flashed her entire pussy and naked tits at a bus load of grade school kids that had come barreling around the corner! “That wouldn’t have been so bad if I did not end up latter that day standing on stage with them while getting the key to the city! Those boys wouldn’t stop pinching my ass!!! Okay, mask, boots, jug holder, ass covered, gloves, and my hormone repression necklace in place, now let’s find out who needs help!”

 

 

“Luckily my super sexy sense works like a horny Geiger detector. All I have to do is keep walking in the direction that makes me feel the most horny and it should lead me right into the danger! Uh, and for some reason that’s a good thing. Man my life is whacked!”

 

 

Amazing Babe walked this way and that quickly moving and responding to the increase or decease in her clits tingling throbs and her nipples aching hardness to adjust her course. Soon she stopped over a manhole cover and looked down. “Figures and I just polished these boots! *sight* It’s always the sewers!” Amazing Babe reached down and yanked the iron lid off the hole before gently lowering herself down using her limited flight power.

 

 

Amazing Babe could sort of glide about and sometimes sprint for short distances through the air when she flew but she could not zip along at any real speeds like Omega Woman or Got Gal but then all you had to do was take off Omega Woman’s costume (which apparently according to all the pictures on the internet must be a really easy thing to do?!) and she was grounded, and pop off Got Gal’s gem and she was just a busty slut in a bikini. And Ms. Americana for all her wonderful abilities was just a middle-aged hottie in red, white, and blue swimwear with a wicked haymaker right hook!

 

 

And flying was a constant drain on her powers and thus on her Aphrodite gene laced breast milk and the girl was a little concerned on using up too much of her powers and consuming up too much of her ever replenishing milk when a battle might just be around the corner just to save on shoe leather considering how huge her tits already were and how the Aphrodite gene reacted to running low on milk laced power by increasing breast size?!

 

 

The young teen hovered down and stopped with her toes just a few inches above the rippling lapping brackish storm water with its nasty smelling flotsam and jetsam. “I must be close I feel like I am about to pop my cork!” True enough a thick steady stream of her pussy juices as well as drool from her mouth issued from both sets of her quivering lips; slicked her thighs and chin as she lurched forward following the sexual landmine field of her early warning system.

 

 

“Geesh! Even with this sexual lust suppresser doohickey around my neck which has to be touching my body at all times or else I steadily turn into an out of control exhibitionist sex crazed nymphomaniac! Even with this thing on and working I still feel like a horny slut! I had better find that trouble that has my super sexy senses tingling before I blow an ‘O’ and find myself momentarily powerless and dazed from the climax! Now it must be something really close? As soon as I find it the sexy warning senses will stop and I can at least get my breath, back I hope, before tackling it! I wonder what it could be down here except a mutiod raping some poor woman it yanked down here off the street!”

 

 

Her head was still swimming and she was biting her lower lip from the building surge of the on coming orgasm that seemed impossible to now stop when suddenly the super sexy sensory warning powers just stopped dead?! She was left gasping and could not stop the low moan of disappointment that wiggled out of her as she felt the un-triggered orgasm retreat so rapidly back from her stretching mental needy fingers. “Shoot! I must have walked right past it! As my building climax is now weakening again!”

 

 

She cleared her throat and shook her head as her sexually sweat glistened body shook its mighty orbs with her raining down light patters of droplets into the wrinkled waterway. She peered into the silent dark all around her. A few dim wire basket lights shown here and there along the concrete tunnel but most of them were burned out and the rest were so coated with bugs that it was the few irregular slats of light from the occasional storm grates that lined the right wall ceiling that provided what dim light there was for sight.

 

 

“Whatever the trouble was I should be right on top of it now? But I don’t see any monster raping some poor milf anywhere nor can I hear any high school girls demanding some creature pound their holes for a seventh time straight?! Curious? I wonder what is going on? Has my new power already developed some kind of fault? But even if I had not sensed anything just wandering down into any Delta City sewer is guaranteed to bring you boob to brow with some huge dicked beast!” Amazing Babe ‘HUMPHED!” her teen angst and disappointment at the well of darkness all around her. “And I was of course feeling really, really, horny after all those pervs watching me do that photo shoot! I mean having me walk around downtown in a too tiny bikini top and cut offs with the fly yanked open showing my beaver peaking up over a micro bikini bottom while  walking some dogs around on a leash is one thing. But when they put the dog collar on ME! WELL! That’s is going to make any healthy young girl hot!”

 

 

Amazing Babe who was about to re-trace her way back to the surface stopped and turned her head to glare back into the dark before her. “What was that?” it was a low muffled roar and it came again along with a loud metallic clang. “COOL! My powers have not failed me yet!” And the young blonde hovered along the dark passage only a few more feet before she saw that there was a dark opening upon the left side of the tunnel that she had not been able to make out before due to the complete inky blackness.

 

 

She hesitated with finger in mouth before the yawning darkness set like a jet gem in a ring of ebony. But only for a moment and then with a grit of determination she floated forward into the echo of an even louder roar and another punctuation of metal ringing.

 

 

The complete and total darkness lasted only a few yards and then like a spilt bottle of milk a  low ebbing light turned the congested feeling tunnel into a gray wall-less haze. A sudden turning of the tunnel had her looking around a sharp corner and down a short passage that turned again but at this turning the source of light revealed its self as a powerful large battery light sitting at the feet of two men wearing lighted hardhats and overalls working with a gas torch on what looked to be a collapsed section of wall.

 

 

“It’s just city municipal guys?! Freaking bummer!” Amazing Babe whispered as she continued to watch the men in their labors. “I guess my powers must be wonky after all? Maybe I am not getting enough sex? You get zits if you don‘t get enough big dick loving. I am sure it probably has some effect on Aphrodite gene powers as well? And all I have had this week is a couple of small dick purse snatchers and they were quick on the trigger minute men at that. So I have to be out of my feng-shui!”

 

 

The muffled roar was the cutting torch the men were using to cut away pipes that then fell with a loud ringing clank upon the stretch of dry cement ruble piles they stood upon. That she was certain that this was what her sexy super senses had been leading her to she had no doubt as the tunnel doubled back alongside the one she had come down so when her sexy senses tingling had her on the brink of orgasm she had been directly across from the two men, only with a cement wall between them.

 

 

The range of her super sexy sense danger alert power was very limited so she guessed that somewhere directly above the two men must be the bank parking lot where she had first felt her warning senses tingling her clit and hardening her nipples. “Well that is odd. My super sexy senses usually cause my already ever hard nipples to get really, really hard so much so that they start to ache and it sets my clit to tingling something fierce and gets my whole body all hot and bothered when of course it is already so dangerously hot and bothered anymore. But it usually goes off like a car alarm. Just as I am about to step on a trap or pass through a door. Just when the arm with the chloroform sandwich is about to reach around my face and clamp down. Or it will go off when someone is near by that is in danger, but these guys aren’t in any danger?! And the tingling sexy senses tend to go off when danger is active that is it is happening right then and there; so even if these men might be in some danger a few minutes from now it would not have triggered my nips and clit it just doesn’t have that much of an early warning to it. It senses danger it dose not predict it! Unless, well there was that time a few weeks back when Nightmare Witch and Doctor Pervo and Armageddon and Jungle Babe’s and Omega Woman’s archenemies The Voodoo King and Nefarious the Space Vampire all teamed up to form the League of Not Very Nice People, er well, that was what Flag Girl called them?! My sexy senses of danger had my cork popping so much I thought I was at a hobo wine tasting festival! But that had been such a mass of really big powerful evil. And this surely can’t be - UGH!”

 

 

Amazing Babe had retraced her steps back around the junction corner of the branching off tunnel and had floated back along the way she had came her boot tips occasionally brushing the water surface or clunking into some piece of refuse sticking out of the foul water when her sexy super senses had burst back over her body catching her off guard and causing her to orgasm! She dropped like a rock and found herself drenched in the storm drain water! There on her hands and knees in the knee deep water moaning from the surprise orgasm that had instantly sapped her powers she shuddered soaked inside and out!

 

 

“Ohhhhh Gwad! That was a good one! Wow! But those men must be in tremendous danger for as soon as I got a directly across from them the sexy senses kicked right back in where they had left off! Taking me unawares and popping my cork! I must hurry back to them!” Amazing Babe her powers still weakened by the sudden orgasm struggled to her feet and splashed back along the tunnel in direction of the branch section. After a few sloshing strides the throbbing in her nipples and the pulsing in her clit subsided and then ebbed as the distance between her and them had increased. “Yes. It must be those two men who are in danger as once again as soon as I am directly opposite from them the warning senses hits my pussy like a forty inch cock! And as I move away from them it feels like I am being humped by a small dick corporate lawyer! I thought my sexy senses wasn’t working and  not to bother those two men who so obviously weren’t in any danger but wow! That orgasm said they ARE in real danger! I must investigate!”

 

 

Amazing Babe sloshed and wadded through the rubbish cluttered storm drain her powers slowly coming back to her. She charged around the U bend corner and into the light of the two work men making such a splashing noise in her hurry that they heard her even over the cutting torch and turned to her lifting up their wielding goggles. She splashed up to them still panting from the orgasm; her eyes narrowed in the beams of their helmet lights trained on her. She slowed and stopped a few feet from them and caught her breath as she placed her gloved hands on her hips and spoke to the shocked and then confused men. “I am the teen super heroine Amazing Babe, as you no doubt recognize me from my numerous newspaper accounts and fan club posters and occasional tv talk show appearances; I did Jimmy Kimmel just last week. And he promised I would be on his show sometime soon. Anyway  I have reason to believe, and we are talking a solid eight reason on the big O scale here, that you gentlemen are in grievous danger! So… have you seen anything suspicious or well dangerous?”

 

 

Amazing Babe folded her arms under her breasts and leaned her weight on to her right leg letting her left leg kick out a little to the side. Her new transformation powers and the new transformation suit that went with those powers had all the white areas of her costume nearly transparent, the recent dousing with water now made them as clear as glass. Unfortunately the cups of her top were completely white and from the concentrated beams of the two workers helmet lights focused on her nearly naked breasts it was not to hard for the young teen to realize what they were staring at with their a-gap mouths and wide eyes; her amazing boobs! She cleared her throat and the men slowly recovered enough from the surprise of finding a young teen stacked blonde shoving her huge naked rack in their face to shake their head ‘no’ at her query of anything being or seeming wrong.

 

 

 

The men who work in the Delta City Storm and Sewer Systems are used to seeing some very strange things. The place is after all crawling with mutiod plants and monsters as well as various more common creatures such as thirty foot albino alligators and hordes of cat sized rats not to mention the occasional criminal types who might pop down for a visit and drop off a body or two.

 

 

The Sanitation Commission had tried to authorize the issuing of fire arms to these men but that had been struck down. Instead Brenda Wade who lead the feminist group who listed ‘gun control’ atop their agendas had offered a compromise of kitting the men out with shock poles to protect themselves. However the idea of electricity and water had not mixed well and after a few self electrocutions the men had just fallen back on the old standard of boat horns and their radios. Most creatures did not like the deafening air horn sirens and would flee unless hungry and the radios could summon help usually loaded down with a body bag or two.

 

 

Besides most of the things that went bump in the dark under the Delta City streets preyed upon women! Their hungers being more inclined to procreation than stomach. But still seeing a wet teen with the body of a playboy bunny centerfold come jiggling up to you in a costume that made a wet t-shirt contest finalists look overdressed was not as common as a gator biting ones leg off so the men were a bit stunned and their helmet lights remained glued to the girls heaving nipple popping chest betraying their eyes and minds rapt attention.

 

 

Amazing Babe cleared her throat and made a stern face which had no effect as no one was looking at her face. Being a gorgeous slim eighteen year old with long shapely legs and what appeared to be a glued on almost spherical butt and a pair of milk cans that could feed a baby army of several nations she was used to being stared at on the street, gawked at in the malls, even drooled over in checkout lanes, and yes thanks to the internet and the Brenda Wade sponsored Super Heroine Net web pages jerked to on a daily biases, but that did not mean it turned her on every time it happened! She was a serious super heroine and there was danger here and she had a job to do and wow those men were really checking out her rack! She giggled despite herself and blamed the building orgasm her sexy senses were rushing her toward and redoubled her efforts at making a stern face.

 

 

Her early warning danger senses were going nuts with the tingling and nipple pinching! Whatever the threat was it was immediate and big! It felt like a sumo wrestler armed with a pair of pliers in each stocky hand was going to town twisting her nipples and an electric eel was in her puss and clamping down on her clit! Usually when her sexy senses started tingling it was seconds before the hammer dropped or if it was someone else in danger the stimulation to her nips and clit stopped as soon as she arrived and started clobbering the problem! But here she was right at the epicenter and there did not seem to be any active threat at all?! That could only mean that whatever was in the offing was so large and dangerous that it was triggering her sexy senses warning system so that her libido felt like a dingo pack on a rabbit!

 

 

“Eh, well I am certain that there is indeed great danger here and as a cheerleader for justice I must shout it out and rout it for the safety and good of all!” She resisted the urge to put her gloved hands over her wet tops cloth that was exposing her large hard pink nipples and coughed instead into her glove and moved up out of the cold water and up on the pile of cement rubble the men were standing on noticing her boots were full of water and making loud squishing noises. She put on hand on the shoulder of one of the workers and began removing her boots and pouring out the water. “So, you haven’t seen any trouble but have you felt anything… stirring?” she was half hopping around as she removed one boot and emptied it and then worked on the other her firm young breasts which perpetually jiggled with the Aphrodite active gene power now bounced madly smacking the short stocky man she was using as support in the side of the face.

 

 

“Stirring?” one worker looked over at the other and then both men lowered their hands to cover the tenting bulges of their coveralls. “Ah, no miss. Nothing stirring hereabouts.”

 

 

“Hmmm,” Amazing Babe finished empting and replacing her boots and let go of the sweating red faced man’s shoulder. “Funny. I am certain there is immediate peril threatening us all.” She glared into the dark ringing the men’s electric lantern at their feet and their helmet lights and then rapidly reached down and dug her fingers into her deeply camel toeing bottoms and pulled them out of the crevice of her golden crested mound while wiggling her bottom rapidly back and forth. She let go of the lips of the bottom now that they were pulled out and ignoring the salacious act she had just performed went on talking. “What are you two doing down here anyway? Why are you cutting up these pipes?”

 

 

“Well, you see miss, this wall was damaged some how. Don’t know for sure could have been just a structural weakness in the wall or some kind of monster banging away at it; but it collapsed here and in doing so damaged these here pipes. We need to remove these pipes to put new ones in and its sure a lot easier to cut them up and lug them topside than to try and get them all bent and twisted like that through the manhole. There’s a subterranean station about a mile that way we could haul them to but that’s a long walk lugging iron pipes around.”

 

 

Amazing Babe had pushed past the two men who parted to let her by and peered into the dark abyss of the raw earth that had been revealed with the collapse of the cement wall. She bent over and leaned past the severed pipes and found her sight instantly hampered as the two men’s helmet lamps instantly glued themselves to her pert upturned ass. She sighed and could not stop herself from giving them a little free peep show butt wiggle. ‘These constant stimulations from my sexy warning senses has my already amped up hormones fit to burst!’ the young teen thought to herself, “I have to figure out what the threat is and deal with it or else this sexy alarm of mine is going to have me popping an O right in front of these two men like a little trashy attention whore cam slut!’

 

 

She cleared her throat, “So you are saying that this may or may not have been a natural occurrence.” She peered into the dark beyond the collapsed wall and frowned whishing the two men could stop staring at her perfect sexy teen ass and direct their lamp beams to where she was trying to make out what appeared to be a hole in the raw earth. “Say did you two happen to notice a hole?”

 

 

One of the men coughed and hoarsely spoke, “well now that you mention it we can sort of make out two holes here.”

 

 

“It seems to go way back,” Amazing Babe put a gloved finger to her mouth. “Have either of you two thought about exploring it?”

 

 

“Ahhhh, well miss I think the thought did occur to us  but it seemed a bit out of line.”

 

 

“Nonsense! You should have started investigating the hole as soon as you saw it! Humph! Men!” Amazing Babe stood up abruptly. “Always going on and on about rules and never getting the job done!” she spun around where the two drooling men took an instinctive step back from her. She noticed for the first time they had their hands clamped over their crotches and frowned at that. “I am going to need your battery lamp. No, that’s too bulky. It will get in the way if I need to fight. Here, give me one of your helmets and head lamps that should work! Looks like I will have to investigate my own hole here!”

 

 

Amazing Babe took the offered hard hat helmet and the small battery pack that she fastened to her utility belt. Her belt was chiefly composed of small silver metal tubes. These tubes each contained a useful gas she could rip off a tube from her belt and throw it and the silver tube timer would in a few seconds cause the tube to elongate and release its gas. You had to first prime the tube by pushing down on it and twisting it but she had practiced that so that she could yank a tube and prime it and throw it all in one smooth motion. The only problem she had was that sometimes she got the tubes mixed up when she grabbed them from her belt in the heat of combat.

 

 

There were flash-bang tubes that exploded with a loud pop to attract attention to them and then a second latter erupted out a bright blinding light. There were gas grenades that erupted their compressed contents filling an area or small room with either sleeping gas or tear gas or even a powerful sexual aphrodisiac gas she concocted in the college chemistry lab using her own Aphrodite gene breast milk. There were times when it was infinitely preferable to turn a murderous monster into a horny one! And in keeping with that theme of turned on men or monsters she had one gold tube amongst the many silver ones that contained a powerful anal lube spray.  More than any other device that tube of lube had saved her ass on more occasions than she cared to remember.

 

 

Of course tossing the wrong gas grenade could have unfortunate side effects. Nothing was worse than getting caught in ones own aphrodisiac gas cloud when you thought you had just thrown down a smoke grenade at your feet to cover your escape! She had accidentally taken a lot of young teens straight into the arms of manhood ready or not by miss guessing that one on a number of occasions!

 

 

And of course one of the sliver tubes was her professor Whirtler de-pregerizer which she used its sonic vibrations to break up unwanted OOPSIES! In her womb that being a super heroine created such occupational hazards towards happening on an almost nightly basis. And another had a back up battery for the de-pregerizer as she seemed to get into those OOPSIES moments a bit more than the other super heroines did. She also had a small cutting torch and few skeleton keys on a ring and yes a small hand held light; one of the silver tubes had a glass tip and clicking on it turned on the light. But the battery life was very short only an hour or two and why should she use up her expensive batteries being broke when the city could provide some light. She was after all risking her butt for these two city workers!

 

 

She had talked to the professor about creating an additional aspect of her suit so she could click on it and all the white stars would glow giving off an area effect low level light around her so she could see her immediate surroundings but since the flash transformation had turned all the white parts of her suit nearly transparent she was a bit leery of any further altercations in the near future.

 

She also carried some glue spray. She found this worked wonders for gluing guys wrists and ankles together far better than handcuffs and since the same spray tube had the dissolver spray it was not like they could pick a lump of glue to escape or their buddies could free them without the dissolve spray. Her chemistry major was really paying off! It could also be used to simply wield doors shut or glue things together as it was quiet powerful! In fact the reason the anal lube tube was gold and not silver like the other tubes was primarily due to this one silver tube of glue, you really, really, really did not want to get the glue tube and the lube tube mixed up in a hot and heavy situation!

 

 

But again you also did not want to get it mixed up with her mouth spray which she also had on her belt as no reporter wanted to do an interview with a girl suffering from cum breath! Yuckie!

 

 

 

Amazing Babe left the two men whose light trailed on her ass until the hole she slipped into hide her out of their line of sight. The walls were irregular and rough, a mix of hard clay and yellow rock. “The cement wall was lying in rubble in the tunnel so it seems likely that something burst through the wall and into the sewer system. So this hole should lead me to wherever the thing came from. I should therefore be relatively safe as whatever pounded its way through that wall must be long gone from here. Uh, of course my sexy danger senses is tingling even more crazy; my nips and clit feel like they have industrial strength cement mixers tied to them! I need to find whatever it is that has my danger alert awareness so shaken up about before I pop another O and find myself a quivering pile of warm jelly smiling up at some crazed lunatic with a sledge hammer!”

 

 

The hole was descending at an angle downwards and was now passing through more and more layers of sedimentary rock rather than the slimy gray clay. “Whatever the thing was it was sure powerful! Ah! So that answers that question! Where did all the rock and earth go that had comprised this hole!” Amazing Babe was standing on top of a large pile of rock and clay that angled down into a dark open pit all around her.

 

 

“Seems to be some kind of natural cavern deep within the earth,” Amazing Babe reached up and adjusted her hard hat lamp so the beam widened out and was less focused. The lamp revealed a twisting dipping undulating irregular mass of stone and a rushing black frothing torrent of water. “An underground river!” she moved cautiously down the slag heap of gutted earth using her flight power to add to her agility as she was naturally a rather clumsy girl despite her years of cheerleading and gymnastics.

 

 

The black river had an oily fishy smell to it and it raced along pell-mell with an almost deafening roar as she got close to it. The cavern was not as large as she first thought and the pile of debris from digging the ascending tunnel filled up most of it. “Hard to breath down here! Not much air! I can not stay down her long or I will asphyxiate!” she left the hard hat lamp on its wide beam setting and unclipped her own silver tube flash light and clicked its powerful LED beam on. She panned the powerful light beam back and forth about the cavern around her. “Ugh! That water smells like rotten fish! Gotta stink like Flag Girl’s pussy after a night of patrol! Whooie! Hmm, seems to be an opening just on the other side of the river? Like a cave mouth. I guess I could investigate that before returning to those men? I hope they are alright. But my sexy senses seem to be telling me the danger is here and now and all around me! Damn! I feel like dike on prom night with all the little Dutch girls giving my holes a finger poke! I have to either find this thing that ‘s got me so worked up or get out of here before I blow my juice!”

 

 

Flying over the ember narrow rushing band to the opening in the far wall was not easy as the roof of the cavern was very low over the river and jutted down rock teeth half broken off that the water had been eroding for thousands of years. But with some grunts and bumps and a few “OWES!” the flaxen haired teen made it to the cave mouth and slipped as stealthily as possible into it. The mouth was thankfully a short passage almost paper thin in width considering the thickness of the rock structures around her and after only a few yards she found herself in a small narrow expanse where she panted to try and catch some breath. “I can not go on much further without returning top side and getting some spelunker breathing gear! I can scarcely breath in here! WHOA!” she stopped up short as her twin beam of the helmets wide broad illumination and the narrow beam of her hand flash light tube played across several carved images chiseled out of the very wall!

 

 

“The rock here is black and very hard.” She reached out and felt the iron like shinny glass black rock and then cautiously neared the carved images which seemed to almost be growing out of the rock walls. The images looked like creatures. Well some of them did anyway. Others looked like blobs and swirls and strange twisting relief of almost organic whirls and designs. The creatures looked like  small men or man-like images sitting on their bony haunches with knees drawn up to their chests and long limbs set upon their knees as their large oversized heads bowed down to the back of their hands. It was a stereotypical image, formatted and repeated dozens of times over on either side of the cave/tunnel walls. So she moved past a row of the images on either side of her. She paused before one and puzzled over it. The statues had no orientation about them no columns no pedestals. They were carved as if they sat upon the floor and the rock had been carved far back enough from the sides of each figure so they seemed to sit upon their haunches in little niches. The artists had taken the black rock debris away leaving the narrow tunnel room barren except for the silent figures that sat in their niches upon the irregular floor and the few whirling masses of designs on the walls randomly set around them.

 

 

The more the tow headed blonde looked at the walls and floor the more she swore they looked like they had been sporadically covered with carved relief of vines or roots? She turned her attention back to the odd and disquieting figures themselves. They were humanoid but definitely not human. The stone masons had used their considerable craft to fashion a thing that looked like an eyeless man’s head but elongated and misshapen and with the brain seemingly exposed its ridges and valleys damply glittering in the shinny black rock. The face was narrowed considerably with a long heavy pointed jaw and over the whole face dozens of tentacles lay twisted almost into knots. The long arms whose elbows reached down to lye against narrow buttocks ended not in fingers but a splay of different length tentacles. The feet where elongated as well and ended not in toes but segregated flat flipper like wedges. The chest was well hidden behind the knees and hands but it had a distinct serpentine aspect to it and long membranes of fleshy folds seemed to connect various limbs to body. Then to her sudden horror she realized that additional tentacles where connected in seemingly random clumps her and there about the body as if in eruptions upon the creature its self. Almost like growths like moles or warts!

 

 

Though the statues were all stylized and cast in the same exact pose and over all shape and size she realized the artiest had taken considerable time to make the details such as the way the tentacles lay here and there to be unique and individual on each creature carving. She marveled at it and wondered at the skill and time spent but then was both nauseated and perplexed by the purpose of such a work?

 

 

The room, for indeed the tunnel/cave terminated shortly being little more than a dead-end hallway full of the creatures lining its sides, was roughly a narrow expanse of forty feet ending in a very large shallow niche about four times the size of its fellows lining the wall but being empty of the carving one would have expected. “I wonder what happened to the statue that resided there? He surely was meant to represent the granddaddy of them all!” She eyed the green yellow dusty mist that seemed to cling to the floor and her boot calves. “This chamber seems to have been full of some gas which has now leaked out? I wonder why anyone would take so much time and effort to carve these things and then seal them up down here where no one would ever see them? Ugh! I have to head topside. The lack of air is making me dizzy, plus my tingling twat have me about to ring my bell and the sudden weakness an O would produce here might mean my slipping into unconsciousness and this place is too yuckie for a cat nap! Besides I am sure my body is trying to warm me about some present danger but where is it? And what is it?!”

 

 

Amazing Babe made her way back to the rough opening to the cave of statues and glanced behind her at the twin rows of morbid shapes and repressed a shudder, “these creepy carvings seem evil to me, but surely this can not be what has my danger sexy senses in such a tizzy?! They are just repugnant totems carved by some demented cult from some distant past I wager. Say?! I can tell the Delta City Museum about these things and they will surely be excited and impressed at what I found! I may even get another key to the city?! Gosh! That will put me one key up over Flag Girl! Tee-Hee!”

 

 

Amazing Babe smiled but then felt sick and dizzy again, “Ugh! Even with my nips and clit humming like a fire engine racing to an inferno I have to get out of here before I pass out! Not enough air to breath and this green sticky mist must be some kind of sleep gas?!”

 

 

Amazing Babe slowly slide over the churning black river and half staggered half flew up the steep tunnel leading back up to the two waiting men. Only the men were not there waiting for her?!

 

 

She took several deep shuddering breaths filling her lungs with the stank but refreshing air of the storm water tunnel. “Where did those men go? They left their cutting torch and the large electric battery lamp but they are no where to be seen?” She held up her right wrist band and tapped it and the cellphone interface appeared glowing just under its surface. The LED time read; ‘5:35 PM’. “Those guys punched out and went home without waiting to see if I was alright?! HUMPH! Men!”

 

 

She removed the helmet lamp from her head and the heavy battery pack from where she had clipped it to her belt and tossed them onto the rubble pile. “Well see if I ever rescue their worthless asses again!” she returned her hand flash light tube to her belt and adjusted her hair. “And between that dousing when I O’ed and fell into the nasty storm drain water and wearing that hardhat my hair is a complete mess! I look like the bride of Frankenstein here!”

 

 

Amazing Babe shot a few hard glares about her into the dark and then frowned and pulled her camel toeing panties from her wet dripping snatch, “I had better stop by the professors before hitting the shower and the books as there must be something terribly wrong with my sexy danger senses as I am still tweaking up a storm here but there is so obviously nothing dangerous anywhere around here?!”

 

 

ROAR!

 

 

“Ah… might have spoken a tad too soon there,” the buxom blonde gave a sharp kick to the lamp at her feet and sent it spiraling away into the darkness in the direction of the roar as she whipped her own hand flash light out from her belt and keyed it on. The heavy electrical hand lamp spinning end over end illuminated a large creature identical to the ones she had seen down in the cave except it was large enough to be cramped in the tunnel it was slowly moving toward her in; a thing of whipping tentacles and creaking stone like muscles!

 

 

The powerful stimulation to her clit and nips stopped suddenly. “O-kay I found it,” she swallowed hard. “And now would be a good time to lose it again!” She turned away from the lumbering approaching huge beast and her hand light panned across the sudden apparition of the two work men.

 

 

Their eyes glowing oddly they stiff limbed sloshed through the water toward her muttering, “Must obey the masters. Must obey the ancient ones!”

 

 

“O-kay found the two missing workers. Check. And the big bad monster who was sending my sexy danger senses into big O overtime. Check. And now time to haul my sexy round ass out of here and - UGH!” a long powerful tentacle wrapped around her ankle and yanked her backwards! She wrestled against the things iron grip but it was like stepping in a bear trap on stilts! The thing dragged her backward it and in the processes as more tentacles came into play it obliviously knocked the workmen back time after time as they picked themselves up again and again and tried to mindlessly approach her and the beast even after their heads were hanging listlessly to the side of their obviously broken necks!

“This things mind power is so great it can keep those two men enslaved and animated even after their bodies have sustained mortal wounds! I have to break free!” The teen smashed and grabbed and punched and kicked and cursed and bit, but the creatures grip was absolute and its power and resilience to damage uncanny! She reached for her belt! “The green mist in the cave seemed to be some kind of sleep gas if I can get a sleep canister right into its kisser it might put that thing under! UGH!” she popped the silver tube off her belt and thumbed the top of it and twisted its top half expertly with one hand and flipped it straight into the things wiggling face!

 

 

There was a momentary pause and then it exploded right in the creatures open mouth! She had expertly ‘cooked’ the grenade holding it just the right amount of time and now the thing could not escape the gases full blast effects! She smiled despite the iron grip holding her waist and legs and left arm! But then she sniffed the air and the smile fell from her face. “Aphrodisiac gas?!!!! Oh man.” Sure enough the thing wheezed and stagger and then the tentacles crushing her body suddenly became… enamored.

 

 

In seconds the thing was caressing and probing her body with aroused sensual affections. “Oh-dear!” Amazing Babe stuttered as one exceptionally large proboscis nosed her soaking wet love box! “Looks like I am going for a bareback rodeo championship ride!!!” She gave one last vain attempt to wrestle herself free of the things primordial ravishing grip and then gave up as she felt her legs helpless separated wide as it began to wiggle its pointed tip at the entrance to her secret garden! “READY OR NOT HERE IT CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

 

“It’s like a gwad damn telephone being shoved into my glory hole! UGH! MUST LUBE!!!!!” Amazing Babe screamed and wheezed and fought her wrist free and snatched off her golden tube of industrial strength anal lube and started spraying it on the enormous appendage that was trying to penetrate her love shack! She continued franticly spraying the pulsing pecker as well as her saturating her sainted snatch with the thick jelly transparent spray as suddenly the creature screamed and began to shudder and whiter!

 

 

There before her eyes the massive monster suddenly shrunk and shrunk and shrunk until she stood on shaking legs before a four foot tall idol of the beast frozen in a seated position. She glanced behind her where the two workers made a moan and then collapsed face first dead into the churning water. The teen held up the golden tube to her wide eyes, “Really? KY killed the beast?”

 

<the end?>

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Okay time for the Xera story as I am starting to run out of time here. I find this character a lot of fun but then I love lost worlds and sword and sorcery and large busted hotties in skimpy fantastical whimsical costumes fighting and defeating horrible monsters while tossing off quips and banter and solving puzzles and with wits and tits!

 

One of the problems with Xera is she is from pre-recorded history and that makes the jokes a bit harder as she can’t reference modern times, and while one can take a modern situational joke and modify it into a rather clever joke that fit’s the past you inevitably have to explain it to understand it and thus ruin it.

 

Mr. X, as usual, came up with a brilliant direct idea; “why not take a modern woman and transport her into the past and have her become Xera?” Well that is why he makes the big bucks, eh?

 

So I am stealing that idea, because that is how I make my bucks, eh? And so what follows here is my take on Mr. X’s solution and we will see if it works? Rook.

 

 

XERA in BEAUTY IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

 

 

Xera looked up from her Kindle and adjusted her heavy lens glasses which kept slipping down to the tip of her small nose. The day was cold and the icy winter winds blew harsh over the frozen snowscape of Delta City. She peered against the stinging hiss of the snow pelting the window of the coffee shop and watched yet another snowplow truck hum by with its large blade showering the side walk with drifts. She looked back at the tv set mounted on the wall where a man in a short parted hair cut and white toothy smile beamed back dire news of the on going blizzard that was shutting down the city as if he were performing magic tricks at a children’s party.

 

The young teen girl burrowed further down in the faux fur lining of her parka as despite the constant groan of the coffee shop heater the storm had the area next to the window booth she sat in icy cold where her right side of her body pressed up against the large frosted glass. She savored the deliciousness of the icy cold and the warm shop splitting both sides of her body at once and sighed as she reached for her large mocha extra foam whip latté and sipped at both smells and hot liquid.

 

 

A man in a leather coat and obviously poorly if expensively dressed for the cold stopped beside her window and drew a large heart on it in the thin layer of frost and pointed at her. She gave a half smile and then he pointed down at his crotch and she quickly flipped him the bird and glowered as he threw back his head and laughed and then went shuffling away huffing into his gloveless hands until the storm swallowed him up.

 

 

She went back to her Kindle where Ms. Americana was being helpless railed by some monster with a penis the size of New Jersey as she desperately tried to act like she wasn’t enjoying herself in a Mr. X comic. Xera didn’t know who Mr. X was but she liked his work. He made comics about large busty powerful women who took on bad scummy guys with a no nonsense demeanor and a cocky bull-headness which often landed them into awkward situations where they soon found themselves being subjected to the most perverted of sexual situations. She liked the really big cocks and that just seconds after being ridden to a mind melting orgasm by some man or monster the women would be snarling and ready to fight again! She thought that was kind of cool. She also liked how she could read these naughty perverted things in public thanks to her Kindle; except when the waitress came by and then with a tap on the screen she was back to reading Richard III or Emily Bronte. That sort of made her snicker. She liked the feeling that she was getting away with something naughty in public and no one was the wiser.

 

 

The storm brought night on several hours early and continued to dump snow by the feet. She was not surprised when the owner announced he was closing up the coffee shop so he and his crew could get home to their loved ones before the storm made things impossible. Everyone in the shop understood but it was funny how they all collectively groaned a simultaneous “AHHHHH” of disappointment at the same time.

 

 

The owner ushered everyone out; about six customers and cautioned and wished everyone a safe venture home. Xera had her parka and book bag but no ride and did not envy the two young men who were trying to unbury their small car as they continued their conversation on Marx and Star Wars. She had a long six block walk ahead of her and the warmth of the coffee shop was being purged from her body by the freeze dried winds that seemed to suck her very soul out of her with each struggling step. Though sun set was still hours away the storm had reduced the world to that eerie time when winter night hangs on the cliff edge of day and all takes on this midnight blue glow so that electric lights appear glowing heated bronze of gold’s and yellows and all is cast in liquid shadows of purple and deep bruised reds.

 

 

Xera walked rapidly with her hood pulled as far over her head as possible with head down against the yanking winds that kept snatching at her hood and body tugging and shoving her about the icy side walk packed fresh with shin deep new snow. Despite her layers of clothes and fingerless gloves and mittens over these and her thick Korean Army surplus parka she realized she would never make it home to her small apartment and three gregarious air head roommates who she liked but could not stand for more than an hour or two at a stretch. There were three of them with Cassia and Hern being the worse as they were hard core feminist lesbians and though they had other ‘lovers’ they walked around the apartment in nothing but their panites and tank tops as soon as they got home and would spend the nights tonguing and toying each other in any room where their lusts over came them! Including Xera’s bed room! Several times when watching tv in the front room the two would start leg locking and grinding to Xera’s angry resentment. “Can’t you two pick one of your bedrooms for that?!” She would snarl but they would only laugh and beg her to join them. Which usually had her stomping off to slam her door shut to her bedroom or more often than not since her heater in her tiny cramped bedroom was not working properly; down to the library or coffee shop or museum or - “Professor Chandler’s Emporium of  the Rare and Unique” Xera read the flourish painted glass paneled sign of the old fashioned wooden door. She had never noticed this shop or any shop here before. But it was the only place that was lit and obviously open as it had a small elaborate hand writen sign that said, “OPEN” which she took to mean it was and which she promptly did by pushing open the door and entering the establishment,

 

 

Though apprehensive by nature and extremely distrusting of others Xera knew in an instant that she had somehow stumbled across her kind of place which was doubly shocking and enticing as she had no idea she had any kind of place! The small room she entered and shut the door against the howling icy storm was high ceiling well lit and crammed pack with books and strange and wonderful items. Not knickknacks or little ceramic figurines but stuffed monkeys with wings on the walls and shrunken heads and suits of bizarre armor and swords and axes and strange carved wooden masks and small weird bronze statuary that looked like mummified aliens and pair of  full sized towering twelve foot looming statues of the gods Set and Hours book ending a glass case full of curved knives and odd jewelry and authentic vampire teeth and small incense burners in the shapes of hippos and crocodiles from which colored and scented smoke poured endlessly out of and vases painted with naked Greek warriors fighting and playing board games and there were photos on the walls grainy black and white showing lumps of hulking shapes moving in mists with hand scrawled dates and names in the corners. It was not quiet as messy as her bed room or the apartment fridge but it came pleasingly close.

 

 

And in the center of this maelstrom of chaos and larder of eccentricities was a long thin pale man in a white thin weedy beard snoring loudly in a chair. He was wearing a bright red oriental gown with rich brocade embroidery and small red and black Chinese skullcap that one saw in old black and white late night movies but the man was obviously not Chinese though he did not appear the be Caucasian either. He had pale skin and long long hands ending in long long fingers with long long nails and he looked like he weighed about as much as her laden book bag and in fact despite his tall size she felt it would be quiet within the realm of reason to be able to fold him up and slip him into her book bag for the entirety of his mass must not be much more than half a dozen rabbits. Though she stopped and wondered why she should suddenly have just such a thought? Let alone be so certain as to its strange truth?

 

 

Alternating keeping an eye on the slumbering man she started to eye the endless shelves of books and strange occult items that maze’d the room on short and tall wooden racks and book cases. There seemed an almost haphazard uncaring way that things were displayed. If indeed they were displayed at all? For she found several drawers that when opened revealed what looked like expensive artifacts and gems just tossed in piles and here was a large bronze caldron of exquisite craftsmanship covered in enameled images full of swords of all shapes and sizes and umbrellas?!

 

 

And the wooden paneled walls not hidden behind towering bookcases were covered in layers of ancient looking maps that seemed to be just tacked into place?! Not framed not carefully pressed behind layers of sun-filtering protective glass but just thumbtack to what was undoubtedly rather expensive walnut wood wall paneling! She paused to frown at a large standing globe that was over a yard wide and which depicted in elaborate detail all the continents and rivers and oceans except it wasn’t the Earth?! And after several slow spins she still could not make out what planet it was meant to be depicting?

 

 

Xera paused squinting at one framed photo set up by its backer leg and saw depicted what looked like a large hairy creature standing in a snow storm towering over two frightened men in parkas as it held a half devoured pony in its mighty hands. In the corner of the photo it read; “SCOTTS ANTARTIC EXPEDITION”. It was as she was looking at the photo and puzzling over it that she suddenly realized the loud snoring had stopped?! She looked up but was blocked from seeing the large ornate chair the tall thin man had been sleeping in by a wall of bookcase that rose several feet above her head. She froze dead silent and listened suddenly unsure if she should be here? This was a store wasn’t it? Though it felt more like someone’s personal rooms. She inched toward the nearest opening in the maze of book shelves and wooden racks to peer where the old man hopefully would still be sleeping in his tall backed golden burnished elaborate chair.

 

 

Suddenly a live rook cawed and she startled as she looked anxiously around until she found him sitting on the bust of Poe sitting in a shadowy niche on the wall to her left. She looked apprehensive at the large black bird as its unblinking black and red eyes gleamed straight at her from the shadows. She swallowed and a bit shaky turned and took another step only to have it caw even louder frightening her even more! She turned and glared at the bird whose high hunchback shoulders rose and fell in what for all the world appeared to be silent laughter.

 

 

“Nevermore! That’s enough. Well! We have a guest!” Xera turned suddenly on her heel and found herself looking directly into the red brocade of the oriental robe. The man wearing it towered above her and looking back down from the now brooding rook gave her an entreating smile as he half bowed to her and shot out an arm to his side in a gesture of welcome and ‘this way please.’ She followed the arm and walked timidly in front of the man who passed her when she stopped in what appeared to be the only open space in the small room; the place where the throne like chair resided. He passed her as she stopped and she thought he might return to his chair but he did not; instead he took several long strides and parked himself next to one of the many low glass topped counters where his hands quickly disappeared up the large sleeves of his gown.

 

 

He lowered his head slightly toward her but said nothing and did nothing as she began to awkwardly shuffle from foot to foot and wonder what was expected of her? Just as she was about to speak he waved his large hand with the long nails attached to his too skinny arm to the case at his side. The teen thankful for any break from the unsettling silence moved forward and looked into the case. It was full of row after row of short ornate staffs. Ranging in size from about as thick as her bicep and as long as her forearm to ones twice that circumference and twice that length. It took her several moments to realize she was looking at dozens upon dozens of elaborately carved dildos!

 

 

The girl forced a smile and said, “yes, they are quiet nice. They remind me of mine at home, but of course mine are much larger.” The dirty perv raised an appreciative eyebrow at this and then smiled; he paused only a second and then seeming to have made up his mind moved past the case and pulled a box from under the throne like chair he had been seated upon when she had first entered the small shop and set the small but sturdy looking box upon another case and gestured to her and the box.

 

 

She swallowed hard but her quick response of wit to being shown a case full of ancient dildos by a complete stranger had stoked back up her courage and she moved toward the man in as nonchalant a manner as she could ape. The place was still a bit creepy but that familiarity of the place like revisiting an old dream re-oiled her momentarily fear stiffened limbs.

 

 

The old chest was locked but before she could even turn to the towering thin man he had somehow produced a key and held it out to her. She took it and nodded thanks and proceeded to open the box. All her actions were increasingly dream-like she seemed not to be questioning her actions or having any thoughts. She simply did what she did and felt that it was perfectly normal to do so. Time and space had ceased to move.

 

 

And like a dream she seemed to simply understand things as if she has foreknowledge of the events so that she took the odd key that looked nothing like a key but looked like a large beetle like shellfish, a whirl of knobby coils that unrolled in her palm and she inserted its many sharp toothed mouth head into the locks opening on the chest and it wiggled until their was an audible ‘click’. She pried open the heavy metal lid which she now noted was coated in barnacles as well as dust and revealed the thick ceramic lined inside where a foul and brackish unguent swirled in a semi-congealed broth of brown and green oils. Without hesitation she plucked up the half submerged gray globe and followed the tall spindly man who was already walking up to and then into a large tapestry that hung upon the wall.

 

 

The tapestry was ancient and woven of heavy fibers of both textile and metal but the passing of centuries had rendered its colors so dark its images so faded that it looked to be a swirl of browns and blacks and shadows of pits long sunken from the tongues of man. The thin man strode into it as if he were walking up a flight of stairs as if it were simply the opening to a staircase locked in brooding shadow and she followed without a word or qualm as it were the most normal thing in all the world for a young teen girl to do to follow a strange odd man only met seconds before into a wall tapestry while holding a large softball sized gray melon covered in primordial ooze.

 

 

Xera found herself in a dank musty corridor but her half asleep mind though more fully aware than she had ever known it could not tell whether it was the corridor that smelled of damp and rot or whether it was the tapestry they had entered. The narrow hallway was of stone blocks rough hewn covered in lichen and moss. The spindle of a tall narrow arched passageway ran straight as a wheel spoke with no change in its size or aperture and ended abruptly in a small circular room. The walls were stone ribbed in stone but she could not make out the ceiling as it was lost to the churning darkness all about them.

 

 

At first she could not make out the light source until she realized it was a dull glow of cold gray light coming from the slimy globe in her hand. She saw the elaborate design set in tile upon the stone floor even as she realized the tall thin man had moved aside of her and was indeed gone from the room. Still his retreat meant nothing she knew what she had to do. She understood and felt a complete absence of fear or worry in what must have been the first time in her life. She walked boldly into the center of the odd floor design and looked down into the glowing orb as slowly, very slowly an iris rose up from its depths and stared back at her.

 

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Xera awoke slowly her body felt tired and numb as if she had been swimming for a long time in icy water. A pleasant and kind face was before her. A woman’s face. It spoke and she struggled to hear its words. They sounded foreign and strange and then suddenly there was a momentary sharp pain in her mind as if someone had inserted a long jabbing needle and she shuddered and faded and then was awake again and could hear the words as if they came down a long tunnel covered in sticky resin and came stumbling and bumbling to her some of them out of order as they had gotten stuck for a second upon the walls but then she was jabbed again by the pain but it was not as sharp and she blinked her eyes and was helped to her feet.

 

 

“This one too has survived,” the woman who held her on her unsteady feet as she clutched her groggy head was not speaking to her and Xera looked around her as quickly as she could. “But it was touch and go there for a while!”  Before Xera could even see clearly the face of her supporter let alone the world around her or who she was talking to her attention was ripped and riveted upon her body. It was naked and it was most certainly not hers! It belonged to some photo-shopped Playboy Bunny! Never had her waist been that narrow and devoid of fat and never had her legs been that long and shapely and never had she had such an impossible fully round and pert butt thrusting up into the air like that! And where those supposed to be her BREASTS?!?!?!!! She could scarcely see around them?! They were like two huge perfectly shaped firm freaking beach balls glued to her narrow rib showing chest!!!! She could not help herself but instantly reached up and grabbed her tits and started kneading them! For all their buttery soft yielding flesh they remained in defiance of gravity and stuck out from her body jutting proud and defiant topped with two large puffy areolas and a thumb thick hard nipple. And as she squeezed and her hands disappeared into the soft yet firm globes of watery warm flesh she could feel a fast pulsing and she watched enthralled by a slightly perceptible constant quivering that kept her breasts in an almost perpetual jiggling motion!

 

 

The woman supporting her yanked her hands firmly but not unkindly away from her boobs and placed them on the shoulders of another woman standing before her and then moved on to help another young naked woman to her feet who was lying next to Xera. Xera looked around her now and saw she was standing in a vast field set with rings of concentric stones raised up in henges and obelisks where what appeared to be hundreds of naked woman who stood or lay all groggy and moaning like herself as a few dozen or so women wearing bright red robes walked amongst them helping them to stand and place their hands for support upon each other as they slowly recovered their senses. Xera was struck by the sure beauty of each and every woman present! They were all young and their bodies where as impossibly perfect as her own. Not a blemish not a mole not a freckle not a single bust under a double DD cup?! Not a patch of cellulite not a face that did not seem to come off a cosmetic box. Each and every one a super model sex fantasy of every teenage boy!

 

 

Xera reached up and felt her own luxurious long hair! Her hair had been shoulder length but now it fell down to her perfect round bubble butt ass! She felt her high prominent cheekbones and for the glasses that were no longer there though her eyesight had never been so clear and clean and sharp now that the groggy fog was lifting. She looked around her at the mass of naked perfection of sexual allure and fantasy and a thousand questions filled her mind but before she could voice any of them a loud authoritive voice rose and she as well as all around her looked in its direction and saw a woman standing up on a shield raised upon four spears to shoulder height by four women in the center of the mass of bodies.

 

 

“Sisters hear me!” The woman wore the same red cloak as the ones who were milling about helping the naked young women to their feet but it was trimmed in gold braid. “I understand your confusion and your many, many questions. For I too have stood where you now stand, but if you will but give me a little of your time and your attention I can answer some of those questions now and the rest we can answer latter for this has never been a safe place and we must make our way back to the camps before nightfall!”

 

 

“Now, hear me and know what I say is true. And for that truth believe a little now and question me at length latter when we are in safer grounds. I am Azcinda, one of the Amazon elders. There are twelve of us. We rule the six tribes who habit these valleys and plateaus of the Ascension Mountains. We rule justly raised up to our state by popular vote from those ranks of the Maidens. The sixty red robed figures amongst you helping you now. Once long, long ago we were ruled by men as the lands still do beyond the roots of the mountains. We were but slaves to men; subject to their whim and lusts.”

 

 

“Then the Beholders came and they attacked the six tribes of the mountain and in each tribe they killed off many men who thought to slay them. Until only a few men remained. These men made a barging with the Beholders. To spare their lives they would give the Beholders all their women! The beholders took these women and after a moon returned some of them to the remaining men. So that they could breed.” 

 

 

 

“But these women were changed as you have been changed. those that were returned were made more pure, more perfect, stronger more agile more resilient to injury and disease and they did not age as others did but lived long, long lives. The men were happy by this and they were more lustful and lazy than ever.”

 

 

“But these women were changed in another way as well they could only give birth to female children. No more males were born. And slowly the males died away by age and injury. Until we were ruled no longer by a King but by a Queen and each of the six tribes were ruled in turn by a princess but then the beholders came again. The killed our Queen and many of our bravest finest warriors who opposed them. And they set up the Shadow Convent by which we now survive.”

 

 

“Every twenty years the beholders come and they take all of us except the twelve elders and the sixty Maidens. From these they take they return six hundred. You are that six hundred. You are the returned from the realm of the beholders. For three hundred and eighty winters it has been thus. All go, but those who remain to re-tell the tale of the Shadow Convent to those few who return who always come back to us with new replenished bodies and no memories save those skills learned in their previous lives.”

 

 

“The Shadow Covent of the Beholders is thus; we may live as we please and do as we must, but each year all of you will go to the Great Market at the foot of the Ascension Mountains and offer yourselves sexually to any man who will pay the fee. You will return and raise the child who will grow very quickly to maidenhood and then you and your daughters when their blood cycle holds will go year after year to the great market and sell yourself sexually to any man who will pay the fee. And so it will be until twenty years have passed and the Beholder envoy comes and he leads all the women to the field of stones. Leaving only the elected Elders and chosen Maidens behind to retell the contract of the Shadow Covent to those six hundred the Beholders will return. The rest they keep. May the Goddess have mercy upon their poor souls.”

 

 

“Now I have spoken. The sixty Maidens will divide you up into six groups of one hundred. And each group shall follow their ten Maidens back to their respective valley village. The plateaus or communal lands where we graze our sheep and goats. You will each be assigned your place in the community and additional tasks will surface as your past skills emerge. But you will never regain your memories and be appeased in this as such would only drown you in loss. You are as changed to you as you are to us! So do not think we can remind you of who you were. We have mourned the passing of our friends and lovers. They are dead to us now.”

 

 

“The mountains are rife with monsters and hidden dangers. We must hurry back to the protection of our villages for you will be weak for several weeks at first. And you are naked and unarmed. Each of you will become mighty warriors for necessity of your and our survival. And each of you will fulfill the contract and sell yourself in the Great Market and breed with men so that our numbers can quickly replenish to thousands for the Beholders next harvest in twenty years time! this is our fate! May the great Goddess protect you and your daughters until the next harvest of souls!”

 

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“But I am telling you Talla I remember who I was and I was never an Amazon warrior living as a damn goat herder up in some mountain!”

 

 

“Xera, please! Not this again!” Talla collapsed her shoulders as she kicked her legs playfully from the rock where she sat and then recovered her posture and smiled at Xera who was slapping at an annoying goat with her shield who would not leave off nosing at her bare exposed ass.

 

 

“Not more wild tales of your sun baked imagination again!” Talla laughed at Xera who was angrily swatting at the goat with now shield and spear butt and grunting under her bronze helmet. “He seems to like you! Hee-hee-heee!”

 

 

The boney goats shanks made the bronze covered wooden shield ring and the bronze tipped spear butt jabs caused it to bray and scamper back amongst the grazing herd. “They are not stories they are memories. And they are true! I tell you I WAS this girl living in this huge city and we had plumbing and electicty and -” Xera looked down at her exposed groin where the nosing goat had pulled and half eaten her triangle covering of hide and her thick bush of pubic hair glistened. “Razors!”

 

 

“Well that may be. But now you are an Amazon warrior goat herder and one who is in constant trouble with the Maidens and the Elders and who keeps getting me dragged into too many schemes for my own good. I am sick and tired of cleaning out the bogs! So no more of this madness of yours Xera! It is bad enough to keep getting assigned to the most dangerous grazing grounds but I have shoveled my last spade of shit! You understand me! What kind of mother will I make for my daughters if I am always hauling buckets of muck from the latrines?!”

 

 

“You’re the one who is mad if you think I am going to let myself be sold to a line up of half a dozen horny unwashed men for a gold coin!” Xera fumed and struggled with her helmet that was a size or two too large for her.

 

 

“Well considering your haughty hips and oversized jugs there honey I think you had better get yourself ready for more than a few dozen men! Your going to come home with quiet a pile of gold coins even after the Elders and Maidens take their share for communal supplies. Hee- hee- hee!”

 

 

“I will never let a man touch me for money!” Xera stormed her face flushed with rage as the goat snuck behind her and began to nuzzle at her snatch again.

 

 

“Ha-ha-ah, you don’t have any choice in the matter sweetheart! And believe me once your juices start flowing you aren’t the kind to say no for long!” Talla winked at the girl who blushed and looked away and then howled and struck her shield again against the horns of the horny goat. Talla sighed. “The Great Market is less than a moon away. You must resign yourself to it. You must breed and make many, many more Amazons. The contract demands this. If you fail you jeopardize not only your life but that of us all. Besides you know you are going to like it. Any girl who can take my whole fist almost up to the elbow and scream out for more; ‘HARDER! HARDER! TALLA MAKE ME SEE MY OWN DEATH WHEN I CUMMM! Is certainly going to be one of those Amazons who takes on her buyers in groups instead of one by one! Hee-hee-hee!”

 

 

Xera left off pushing the horny goat away who had eaten off most of her bottoms by now and glared at Talla looking furtively around her and shushing her, “Hush, hush! What is wrong with you?! Why do you always insist upon embarrassing me so?!”

 

 

Talla saw the genuine look of hurt in Xera’s eyes and made an awe sound as she kicked out a foot and gripped the young girl’s exposed nipple that seemed to always be peaking up over the lip of her top and pinched it between her toes. “Sorry little bud.” Both women sank into each others wet eyes until both were smiling broadly. Then Talla laughed and looked down past the little Amazon girl, “it would seem your friend there has eaten all your bottoms and now wants your top?! Ha-ha-ha!”

 

 

“Let go there!” Xera shouted as she struggled with shield in one hand spear in the other as she tried to wrestle the half pulled down top away from the goat who had indeed finished eating her lower garments away!

 

 

Talla laughed so hard at the odd speticle that she nearly fell off the boulder she was sititng upon when she stopped suddenly and shot bolt upright her shield and spear at the ready, “Wolves!”

 

 

Xera ceased her angry struggles against the fury garbage disposer and looked in the direction Talla was staring. There at the edge of the slopping bowl of the small finger valley thick pasture land small black ominous shapes were rapidly slinking down from the gray and black rocks toward where the flock grazed.

 

 

Xera and Talla took off at a dead sprint. Xera leaving her wardrobe behind in the mouth of the oblivious goat ran naked behind the slightly larger older girl Talla. They reached the pack of wolves just as the leader pounced on the nearest sheep and sent the flock in a mad panic splashing through the shallow snaking rocky stream bed ahead of the ravenous snapping jaws of the pack!

 

 

Talla struck home first. Her spear a lighting strike that buried its self deep in a waist high thick muscled torso who had miss timed its spring against her. Xera followed with a shield bash that shattered the jaw of another but whose force of contact sent her staggering back on her heels. It was Talla’s spear a crimson wet fang that pierced the eye of another wolf who had used Xera’s momentary break of her guard to dart around her and snap at her exposed side. Xera returned the favor with a slash of her spear that caught another wolf who was about to clamp down its jaws upon Talla’s extended spear arm.

 

 

“Back to back! There’s too many to face alone!” Talla shouted amongst the screams of sheep who were being torn to shreds all around them. Xera staggered under another lunging attack crouching as he shield lip sunk into the under throat of a pair of hairy tooth vices that fastened upon her helmet and yanked it off her head but she managed to find Talla’s back and she pressed up against it feeling the much more experienced and skilled fighter lunge and jab with lethal repetition.

 

 

Again and again Xera and Talla flashed forth their spears in thrusts and slices and again and again their shields where hammered by heavy bodies of muscled furry who snapped and howled and gnashed their mighty clamping jaws at air where seconds before a naked limb had been. Six time Xera was knocked down either by sure weight of the beasts upon her shield or by being pulled over by the iron fastened jaws grabbing hold of her shield edge and yanking her back and forth. Each time Talla rescued her with a flash of bloody bronze as she straddled over her until she could recover her feet and breath.

 

 

Then just as suddenly as it had begun it was over. The remaining pack with prey in their jaws flew off into the surrounding rocks and caves of the valley walls and were gone from sight. Behind them they left a half dozen dead sheep and seven dead wolves.

 

 

Talla breathed heavy and then smiled, “You aright? Well looks like we are up one on the carcasses. But we lost ten sheep all together. Still we saved the rest of the flock and we culled that pack down by a third. That should make this little grazing valley a little safer until winter makes them desperate. And you killed your first wolf! So that means you get to add a wolf head skin to your helmet. If you can find it?! Ha-ha-ha!

 

 

Xera nodded and then collapsed to her knees amongst the dead animals breathing heavy with exhaustion as Talla smacked her naked ass with her shield and laughed and told the girl not to tempt her as she was always feeling a little horny after battle.

 

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Xera rose up from Talla’s slumbering form and moved to the shallow brook that meandered this way and that in oxbows around the bowls floor. She splashed the grim of battle and the sticky sweats and juices of sex from her body as she sighed with after glow pleasure of Talla and her’s love making. Her warm airy muse was broken by a strange voice.

 

 

“You are indeed brave and your skills have much improved. Do you still hold with that idea of yours of attacking the Beholders and destroying their hold on these mountains?”

 

 

Xera looked all round her for the source of the voice but could only see her scattered grazing flock. Still she moved cautiously back to where Talla slept and recovered her shield and spear before searching more carefully for the owner of the odd voice.

 

 

There was nothing to be seen but when she once again approached the spot where she had been bathing her self the voice spoke up clearly again.

 

 

“Your plan is a noble one and is the only hope of the ultimate survival for all life in these mountains. For each time the greed of the Beholders grows more and more. And the Elders and Maidens lie to hide this fact. For it was only the first time that the Beholders sent back six hundred each time it is steadily less an less. In just a hundred years of this pact the number has dwindled down to your most recent arrivals of just three hundred and forty. And next time it will be fewer yet. The new arrivals are too dazed to realize the discrepancies and life in the valleys too harsh for them not to expect losses before the twenty year culling. Still with all of this the Elders and the Maidens will never join you in the fight against their masters for all the elections are rigged and the Beholders have made the Elders and Maidens immortal just as they have their breeding stock!”

 

 

“By the Goddess! It’s the goat!” Xera exclaimed and fell back in alarm. For true enough it was the goat who had eaten her clothing that was the source of the voice.

 

 

 

“If this guise dose not appeal to you how about this one?” And as the startled girl looked on with astonishment the goat grew in shape size and form into a four foot tall satyr. “Better?”

 

 

“A SATYR?!” Xera cried out and then quickly covered her naked body with her shield while lowering her spear at the things chest. “I have heard tales of your kind and I won’t be found drunk and knocked up on some mountain side either!”

 

 

“Tut-tut girl I am not any normal satyr I am THE King of the Satyrs, Randal or Randy if you like,” he gave her a salacious wink and bowed which caused his penis that dangled down well past his knees to get a good soaking in the icy brook water which in turn caused him to squeak and stamp his hoofed feet as he lurched back splashing her in turn.

 

 

“A king, eh?” Xera narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

 

 

The satyr smiled and bowed again this time raising up his arm with a golden glowing crown circlet in his hand which he placed above his horns where it hovered and shown.

 

 

“Alright then, what dose the king of the Satyrs want with me?” Xera scowled and wished she had waken up Talla and then mused that Talla who was normally such a light sleeper had not awoken with all the chatter and noise going on around her.

 

 

The satyr followed the girl’s gaze to her friend. “She is perfectly alright she but sleeps deep and sated. I thought it best that we have our little chat without any interruptions. And please, Randy, if you don’t mind lets not be so formal.” And with that he doffed his crown which vanished into the air.

 

 

“As far as what the king of the Satyrs would have with you, well,” he tore his gaze off the girls vain attempts to hide he spoils behind her small round bronze sheaved shield. “I, Randy, would like to goad you on your idea which you have expressed respectively to the deaf ears of the Amazons. They will never follow you or assist you in your quest to rid these mountains of their vile overlords, the Beholders! I wish you not only to accept your stated quest but will offer what humble assistance that I may to speed you along it and endeavor in its success!”

 

 

“But why? The Amazons and the Satyrs have ever been at war in the Ascension Mountains? Why would you wish to help me to destroy the Beholders?” Xera was finding it difficult to keep her shield with her couched naked body behind it out of the head bobbing peering peaking view of the king of the Satyrs.

 

 

“Really? You can not fathom the answer to your own question? And I had rather taken you for an intelligent creature something rare indeed amongst these prideful women.” The satyr momentarily gave off his slow but steady stalking of trying to get a good peak around the shield and spear before him and gave an airy wave of disgust.

 

 

“So says the king of drunken reprobates!” Xera hissed at the perverted animal and gave him another warring look which he ignored as he tried to raise up on his hooves and peak over the top of her shield where she crouched with a face now red with embarrassment as she eyed his male member start to thicken and rise in erection.

 

 

Randy sighed and gave off this attempt and let his eyes fall full upon the naked form of the nearby slumbering Talla. He licked his lips and took one hungry stride before he stopped up short eyeing the painful point of Xera’s spear nestled firmly at the base of his hairy penis. “AH!” He squeaked again and put up his fury arms in a gesture of surrender. “To the business at hand then. And it must be quickly dispatched. For I am not alone in wanting the foul invaders driven from out shores. These passes and valleys had once been haven for thousands of creatures beautiful and lusty but now it is but home to dark and fell lumps of shapes and shades and no fit habitation for good souls such as ourselves.”

 

 

“The dwarves have lost the best half of their warrens and homes under the Ascension Mountains to the Beholders and their exiled king Brand has joined in our cause. I will lead you directly to a cave that quickly leads in turn to a long abandoned outpost which now sits upon the edge of the Beholders realm. There Brand has stationed a score of dwarves who will meet you and lead you by back ways and hidden passages to the Great Hall of the dwarves where now the Beholders rest their own leaders. Destroy them and you will set these lands and yourself free!”

 

 

“You speak as if you expect me alone to defeat these creatures who seem to have destroyed all who have opposed them?” Xera frowned and gave her spear an added little push sinking the point deeper into the folds of the semi-erect cock base and large nut sack.

 

 

Randy swallowed hard and spoke in an uneasy voice, “but you are the only one who can defeat the Beholders! Look the sage of the north was sought and questioned not only by the dwarves but by the traders in the towns who lie in the shadows of the mountains who too have to pay a tribute of maidens every twenty years only theirs do not come back! And he said, ‘ONLY ONE NAMED XERA HOLDER OF THE BEHOLDER EYE COULD UNDO WHAT HAS BEEN DONE!’ you are the first woman named Xera that anyone has ever found. And upon your palm is the faint shape of an eye! Who else could it be who was meant to slay the Beholders than you! Xera of the Amazons! Only the Amazons have been before the Beholders and lived! They return you not only unharmed but accented by their powers into greater warriors than you were before you arrived!”

 

 

“Why?” Xera raised her head up from behind her round shield and thus exposed her nipples as well. “Why do the Beholders do this to us? Why do they keep some and change and send back others?” She waited for an answer but saw the wide eyed stare of the satyr king glued to her pert large puffy areolas and hard thumb thick nipples and growled as she pressed her spear point a bit harder upon the now erect phallus that hovered its large cock head above his shoulder.

 

 

The satyr king howled as the spear point caused a trickle of blood to seep down his nut sack and bit his quivering harelip that continued to send driblets of drool down his pointed bearded chin. Try as he might he could not tare his gaze off the teenagers large firm breast that jiggled wantonly before him. Still with much willpower he spoke even as his eyes bulged and his own cock head slapped against the side of his face, “According to the few dwarves spies who have managed not to get captured and the ancient scrolls of the black priests of Atlantis. Beholders are magical constructs and can only propagate by creating a heightened female which also houses magical aspects. They take you and other females into their domain where some are used as food and slaves and concubines and others are experimented on in their dark rites where a few survive and are held or released to be taken in again and subjected again to their black magic’s and those that survive are sent forth again and so forth until they reach a level where the Beholders may breed with them. These are kept as brood mothers for the Beholders. The reason they keep releasing you Amazons as you tend to breed more perfect specimens not only for potential brood mothers bur for other more insidious black magical rituals which they perform in their subterranean realm. But sooner or latter all of you will be claimed and none will be returned! For the appetites of the growing horde of Beholders knows no bounds!”

 

 

Xera stood up exposing her sex glowing ravishing youthful nakedness which caused the satyr to groan, “Alright I will have to trust you. Take me to these dwarves that await me! But one misstep on your part and I shall have the King of Satyr’s head to adorn my helmet!”

 

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“So why did you wait so many months to come and tell me this tale?” Xera grunted as she struggled to move along the narrow irregular tunnels passage with shield and spear and helmet as the satyr king lead on through the chaotic twisting crack in the earth.

 

 

“We had to wait for the right time and for you of course!” Randy angrily wrestled his horns out of a clump of roots that protruded through the earthen and rock walls. There may not be many Amazons left but scattered in six villages over an entire mountain range well… it was the Rooks who found you. Even the great arboreal war between the noble Eagle Lords and the Murder of Crows and Rooks was ceased when the Beholders came. They found you but then we still had to await the proper time. We had to wait for the Beholders mating ritual with those Amazons they found worthy and kept for turning into brood mothers. That ceremony commences in this moons phase so we must hurry a bit. Had to leave it a bit late as to arrive too early would have spelled death for us all. For the Beholders are vengeful and will wreak a terrible price on all who dwell on or in the Ascension Mountains if we should fail!”

 

 

“Then we must not fail!” Xera grunted as she forced herself and her weapons through another narrow crack. “Are you sure you know where you are going? I can see nothing in this well of darkness!”

 

 

“We do not need light. I have been this way several times now to speak to the envoys of the dwarves king; and my nose can smell a virgin from two valleys away! Ha!:

 

 

“Ah, yeah that’s good to know. If I ever meet a virgin I will be sure to warn her, ugh!” Again Xera struggled through another twist in the inky black tunnel wall feeling her way along occasionally grabbing the satyrs’ tail as a guide. “I thought my old pair of G-cups back home where a handful but these new monster melons are like being a two legged backwards walking camel! These things protruding puppies seem to catch on everything!”

 

 

“You should not disparage the Goddesses gifts! The larger the bust size the more powerful the Amazon!” Randy’s voce echoed flatly on the walls her dark blinded eyes could not see.

 

 

“I have heard the Amazons say that over and over again, but why is that? I used to have the most awful backaches back home with much smaller breasts but now I have these things and I can do back flips and handstands and cartwheels?! Hell I never used to be able to job in gym class I had to walk out of fear of rupturing veins in my boobs or giving myself a black eye, now I can sprint for days and never seem winded or feel any discomfort! How the hell dose that work?!”

 

 

“It has to do to the Beholders black magic. Their perverted rituals that they perform seem to unlock some kind of inner power; a divine blessing of the Goddess within each of the Amazons. The women brought from the lands surrounding the mountain and those sold to the Beholders by slavers do not seem to possess this blessing within them. Perhaps it is because they worship the male gods of their kin? Who knows but they are used for slaves and food and some lower black rites but can not be used to breed by the Beholders.” The satyr  having extracted his horns form the roots now produced his golden crown once again and the low golden glow ebbing from the simple circlet cast the blackness back into shadows so both could once again vaguely see about them. “Ah! The branching off is just ahead! We are close now to the edge of what use to be the realm of the dwarves. The outpost is only a few hours beyond!”

 

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It seemed a lot further than a few hours a head, but then space and time intertwine and when one is muted by darkness both distort and when one is constantly being grabbed in the ass and boobs by a horny goat man in a dark defile then ones exertions and struggles tend to be of such a nature that one thinks they have been walking, crawling, dragging themselves over uneven smelly earth and sharp rock far longer than one really has.

 

 

Xera was panting and nearing exhaustion when the small crack gave way to a large open cavern. There small bodies emerging upon a narrow ledge that jutted out over a dark abyss. Xera slapped the satyrs hands down from her naked boobs and looked around her at the mighty expanse which the kings crown only vaguely hinted at with its dim golden glow.

 

 

The frustrated monarch sighed and motioned past the girl where a lone thin path emerged under their ledge a drop of about ten feet below them. The path seemed to follow the cliff side of the abyss and ran steadily upwards to a huge hulking black shape of rock. “I was just helping you through that last crack sweets! Alright we got a bit of a drop down to the next ledge and then we just follow it up to the outpost there!” He pointed at the large black shape of jutting rock. “It’s easier getting back the outpost has a hidden trap door that drops down into the tunnel a further bit on from where this one branched off but unless they know exactly when you are coming they won’t have anyone there to keep an eye out for you and open it and drop a rope. So this is the way we have to go, er, mind your step!” The saytr quickly grabbed both her ass cheeks with his furry hands as she moved past him but she only sighed and let him get his cheap grope thrill while she eyed the ledge down bellow and them with a final swat at the pawing hands sucked in her breath and jumped.

 

 

It was more of a fall than a jump but she still landed with a slight jarring of her feet and tits. She moved forward a bit to give the satyr some room to land behind her and then let him wiggle past her, again pawing her butt and boobs but being yet again foiled by her shield from finding her naked snatch. “It’s like a bus load of cub scouts with you and your hands!” Xera growled at the king who chuckled and promptly lead on down the path.

 

 

The further they went the more the low glow of the golden circlet crown illuminated the towering mass of black stone of the out post. The craggy front of the massive structure was carved with images of birds and beasts and geometric designs none of which she recognized or could fathom. Runes of powerful magic wards laced its front and its massive stone gate blocked off the path entirely jutting as it did straight out of the side of the wall of the cavern so that one was forced to an abrupt halt before it.

 

 

“Wow!” Xera muttered staring in awe at the sheer brute strength of the thing.

 

 

“Ah, yes, wow. As you say. This is the Black Abyss outpost. A bit remote for the Beholders to keep one of their magical eyes upon. It is one of the last isthmus between the shrunken realm of the dwarves and the outside world. Still the dwarves dare not leave any of their number here for long lest it attract the Beholders random patrols and they seal it up for good or place one of their sentinel eyes here. So we have to hope the few warriors King Brand ordered here for me to contact upon finding you will still be here and alive!”

 

 

 “So how do we get in? Where is the door knocker?” Xera lowered her shield and grounded her bronze tipped spear butt into the mix of lose rock and hard packed earth and eyed the massive stone door. “HELLO IN THERE!” she shouted only to have the satyr king hiss her silent.

 

 

“You want to get us all killed?! That abyss right there holds things even fouler than Beholders! Trust me! You don’t think the dwarves fashioned these outposts to keep the likes of you or me out, eh?! Those are enchanted portals! What army could threaten the dwarves inside their own kingdoms? Now be quiet and watch and learn little muffin cakes!” And the satyr king pausing to readjust his floating glowing crown before clearing his throat and proceeding to the wall of black rock and finding a small circle of runes pressed them in a set order. The entire gate gave a low muffled chime and he stepped back casting his face up along the towering expanse of rock until a lone shadowy figure emerged from one of the upper cracks. “It is I, the King of the Satyr’s and I have brought the Amazon warrior Xera as bequest the dwarvin King Brand!”

 

 

The silent figure stood morosely for a moment and then disappeared back the way it had come. There were several seconds of silence where Xera impatiently glared at the increasingly uneasy satyr until the large gate began to rumbled and slowly lower amongst a sudden geyser of water that shot out under the outpost fort spewing a large plume of water that cascaded out into the abyss.

 

 

They waited for the massive gate to come to its full descent which left it still seven feet tall but this top lip had been carved with steps so they could walk up and then down the other side of the yards thick gate letting them slowly enter into the small courtyard beyond. There four stocky men no taller than four feet dressed from head to toe in black branded steel armor and shields and axes and clubs eyed them sternly from under heavy helmets. There long beards were so woven with steel beads and small plates that it was hard to tell them apart from their armor so they looked like metal shadows with glowing large eyes and naught else. Still their gauntlet hands were large and their arms so powerfully built that one had to brace the courage to walk even as few steps as they did toward them.

 

 

The court yard was ringed with high black walls and above them they could just make out two more dwarves with wicked looking crossbows loaded with bolts and aimed at them. To their left another massive gate lead back into the cliff side and apparently the continuation of the path.

 

 

“All hail the mighty dwarf King Brand!” Randy made a low sweeping gesture and then continued, “from his brother the King of Saytr’s. I have brought the girl the Rooks did find and here she is now!” He gestured with one hand while smacking Xera hard upon the naked ass with his other hand which he left there squeezing and kneading her buttock as she chocked down the last half of her exclaimed ‘YIP!’ that his hard unexpected slap had exploded out of her.

 

 

“I-I-I extend my gratitude to the King’s warriors who have waited so patiently for us.” The teen girl tried to ignore the satyrs lingering hand and now fast fingers which were suddenly probing her anus! “I hope you will now lead us immediately onward that we may vanquish these vile invaders of our lands!” Xera was squirming and wiggling her butt against the onslaught of the satyr’s fingers which had now found her anus and was knuckles deep but it was the ones still trying to invade her honey pot that had her nervously struggling to step away from the satyr who seemed to have glued himself to her side with his wide grin.

 

 

The dwarf warriors looked on at the naked girl who wore nothing but a helmet and boots and bore nothing but a shield and spear and then looked at each other as she seemed to be in some kind of fit or perhaps ceremonial dance of welcome. For the ways of the Amazons were strange to all men. Eventually one of the dwarves cleared his throat and moved toward the large stone door set in the rock wall of the abyss and it obediently opened with another hiss of a hidden geyser of water jetting out into the crevasse. The other dwarves followed him and Xera tore herself from the satyr kings grasp with a loud wet sucking popping sound before she angrily followed. She paused at the door’s top steps and looked back to give the satyr a piece of her mind only to see him traversing as stone staircase following one of the dwarf crossbow men.

 

 

All thoughts of anger suddenly vanished and she shouted out with some alarm, “where do you think you are going?!”

 

 

“Alas my part of this adventure is ended! I will return via the trapdoor to the tunnel and head back to my subjects and valleys! You give them hell, Xera! And thrash those bloated flies with eyes soundly!” He made a fist and waved it above his head and then lowered his hand and sniffed his fingers loudly while smiling back at her.

 

 

Xera shot him a sour face and then spun on her booted heels and traversed the staircase top of the inner gate and followed the dwarves who where moving rapidly down the thankfully stone brick wide hallway.

 

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Xera followed the short men who seemed almost as wide as they were tall and moved with only the sound of the rustle of their armor and weapons and moved with an agile whisper upon the soft leather soles of their iron shod war boots. She would miss Randy and not just because of the delicious temptation of that prodigious member he kept smacking between her thighs in the cramped tunnel or because of the quick embarrassing orgasm he had so expertly fingered her into in front of the dwarves, but because… yeah it was the cock! She was going to be thinking about that ‘fish that got away’ for a long time to cum!

 

 

The dwarves lead her through hallway and chamber of deserted passages and fallen crypts where the finished stone work and the caverns of nature blended effortlessly together. They moved by half hooded lantern light powered by powders of crushed gems and thick black oily liquids. They passed long broken and battered courtyards where the rotting remains of fiendish acts still lingered and they rushed and hid from large floating shapes or the sudden corner turns appearance of a lone small hovering unblinking eye. These mindless sentinels who hovered in place where they were sat relayed any image they found unfamiliar back to the Beholders who would issue forth a patrol instantly.

 

 

As they proceeded deeper and deeper into the lost realm of the dwarves and the signs of war and the horrific acts of the depraved Beholders became more and more obvious so that signs of mutilated corpses of man animal and woman and the creepy statues of the same who had been turned into stone became so thick in number that they became lost in the common place like the charred rooms and halls they slipped though. The seemingly endless passages once regal and minutely carved in both stone and metals now covered in slimes and sanguine wastes that Xera found herself hopelessly lost and could make no sense of direction or distance covered. Three times her companions stopped and rested in hidden wall niches and shared with her a sour wine mash and hard black bread rations. But each time she had woke expecting to soon face the Beholders only to find herself exhausted and worn-out collapsing into another bolt hole to eat and slumber. The hallways and courtyards and rooms of the dwarves seemed an endless maze!

 

 

It was on the fourth day? In the perpetual murk of the dwarf warrens that Xera’s companions confided in her that they were nearing their goal. They had brought her to the very gates of the Great Hall of King Brand. Now the main ceremony halls of the Beholders. While Xera had been dreading this upcoming conflict and had in fact been almost terrified at the thought of this utterly hopeless battle against super natural beings; such had been the foot weary and foot sore and emotionally fraying hiding and fleeing of monsters that her taught and exhausted nerves now were so wracked that she was half glad to just get the thing over with!

 

 

Still it was with some trepidation and unease when the dwarfs slipped off the coverings from their special mirrored shields and showed her the way to a secret sally port that would open directly behind the throne and moved off to create a diversion to lead as many of the ceremony guard Beholders away for her that she decided a few more days of hiking around the underground tunnels might not be so bad after all! Still they closed the door behind her sealing her in and she turned her way toward the only other entrance of the short tunnel all the while swallowing hard and pining for her large extra foam whip mocha latte and her kindle full of all those strange erotic comics about women who wore skimpy costumes and fought monsters who got raped again and again only to brush off the dust and charge in for another go! Xera looked down at her naked body crouched behind her shield, “well costumes don’t come much skimpier than naked! Oh man! If I had to chose between getting torn to pieces and eaten and raped I think I would chose rape! I mean I can think of a lot of things much nastier than death but when death really enters the room then, no, he trumps them all!” The young teen swallowed hard and waited near the thin stone panel that made up part of the raised up back dials of he throne its self. She could hear the muffled hush-like whispers of the Beholders and the sudden short screams of their black magic ritual captives but she waited and waited and then she heard what she had been waiting for, but sort of hoping not going to occur. The still muffled but unmistakable shouts of the brave sacrificial dwarf warriors as they burst into the Great Hall and attacked the Beholders.

 

 

She waited until the sounds of battle died down a little and she knew the dwarves who had survived where leading as many of the Beholder guards on a merry suicidal chase through the subterranean many layered halls and bridges and courtyards of the kingdom. At this moment she took a deep breath and tapped the runes as she had been showed and the small stone panel slid with a soft grate aside. The opening of the portal she crawled through removed the muffled distant effect of the sounds and now they seemed to erupt just inches form her ear. But as she made her way on hands and knees through the portal and stood up cautiously she could see there was no one immediately around her. The floor of the Great Hall was littered with bodies in all phases of decay and of all manner of beast and man. She fought down the revulsion that made her want to flee back into her spider hole and remembering the brave sacrifice both made and being made on her behalf by her companions she swallowed down her gorge and pushed bravely around the backside of the towering throne and looked into the shadowy hall beyond.

 

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The Great Hall of King Brand of the Ascension Mountains once an opulent palace of light and dazzling metal work and stone carvings filled morning noon and night with proud musical ceremonies welcoming the trade, tribute, and gatherings of kings from many lands was now little more than a dank dark moldering charnel house! A pit of foul vapors and cloying stenches where from the once great braziers scented coals turned the room bright as sunlight now gray-green smoke that gave the only illumination rose like sticky ghosts through the heavy nightmare riddled air. Where music once played ceaselessly at banquet tables housing thousands now the muffled cries of gagged and bound women waiting the rape or torturous magical rites of their capturers inhumane embrace.

 

And the capturers were here. Though the brave dwarves had managed to lure the guards away the leader of the Beholders and his council remained just as planned. They had their bulbous floating round backs to her as she crept around the corner of the once opulent throne now encrusted with blood and intestine offal lacquered shellac of horror. Their gray round bodies floated in the air they were wreathed in a mass of tentacles each ending in an eye ball. A large central single eye ball set in their front and below it a mouth of several rows of razor sharp small needle like teeth. Each eyeball could cast a simultaneous separate magical spell while the large main eye ball could cast petrify to stone or teleport. If its eye lid was closed when it cast teleport the teleport spell worked on its self and it would be instantly teleported to whatever location it had been focused on.

 

A disected Beholder would reveal simple digestive organs and a primitive brain as well as a second brain which it worked all its magic powers from. The cretures were not very strong nor overly bright but once they had seen you and started casting their magic few survived for long under their withering gaze. Different Beholders cast different kinds of magic from their tenticle eyeballs. As such those with the most powerful offensive magic where made soliders and the most defensive magic guards. The dwarves had just lured out and away the immediate guards and soldiers of the Great Hall leaving only the leader of the Beholders and his High Council of fellows who impatiently were filled with lust and only wanted to breed with the dozens of Amazon women bound in leather and iron and magical glyphs. These helpless women lay or hung about the room upon racks or tied to banquet tables of stone awaiting the drooling floating eyeballs that kept casting suspicious eyes through the main hallway doors which were open and through which distant clashing of arms and cries of war could still be heard.

 

 

It was obvious that the Beholders wanted to mount their brood mothers and pump them full of their seed; an though the idea disgusted Xera she realized these powerful beings would be most helpless in the middle of such acts of vile copulation than to face them as they were. It sickened her to think of letting these horrible monstrous abominations of natures law to mount her fellow sisters just as it had turned her stomach to watch the brave dwarves ready themselves for their suicidal battle and be powerless to think of some better plan than this one which King Brand and the Satyr King and the Lord of Eagles and the Murder of Crows and Rooks had worked out.

 

 

She bit her lip and closed her eyes and waiting until she could hear the quivering jelly like high pitched tee-hee-ing of the sexually pumping Beholders as they rammed their eyeball tentacles into each pinioned woman as their bodies began to drip and glow with a green mucus of their extruded sperm. The vile green glop slide down each tentacle shaft invading each penetrated orifice causing the moaning gagged women to suddenly cry out with pain and pleasure!

 

 

Xera could wait no longer! She strode out with shield and spear high and with ten strong steps drove her blade deep into the surprised eyeball of the leader of the Beholders! The creatures screamed and in its death throes tore apart the woman it had mounted.

 

 

Xera did not hesitate but took another ten strides and drove her blade deep into another of the elite Beholders large central eye! It screamed and convulsed! The Beholders share a collective hive mentality to their leaders and with two thus slain a low shudder seemed to go up through out the very air and muffled distant shrieks pealed the subterranean skies!

 

 

The rest had already risen up off their sexual slaves some they had ripped asunder in their rage and furry. They now glared at her as their eyes glazed over as they readied their spells to cast upon her! Xera rolled under a clumsy swipe of the nearest and sunk her spear deep into its side but it only screamed and grab at the haft and did not die but listed this way and that its mouth shuddering in rage and pain as it lashed at the spear and snapped its shaft.

 

 

Xera rolled away again raising up her shield. The dwarves had hammered and riveted to her shield a thin layer of sliver metal polished to a mirror like sheen and etched with powerful Dwarfing runes and Elvin wards. It was too heavy for her to weald with any certainty against physical blows in battle but it ricocheted the spells being blasted at her as she crouched down behind it and the stone table now being blasted to ruins before her.

 

 

The dwarves had warned her that there was one spell for which there was no ward no rune and that was the Beholders teleportation spell. If they used their main eye to cast that she would be lost. For that is how the first Beholder who rose up out of the Abyss so long ago had surprised the dwarves kingdom and beaten back the king and his people. He had cast teleportation upon them when all else was about to fail.

 

 

The first Beholder had risen up out of the Abyss and attacked the dwarves he had also discovered the Amazons and found in them a means to reproduce his magical neutered race. With them processed by his powers of black magic ritual he was able to reproduce more of himself. More Beholders and these became the High Council and they in turn with him produced more and more that became their army and guards. But all were tied to the first Beholder and Xera had driven her spear with unerring skill though both of his brains and so he was dead and with him his collective will to instruct the others, and she had driven her spear through the two brains of another of the High Council and it was dead. And with it another central node of the collective hive brain had fallen and thus another light had gone out leaving the lesser Beholders with more of a dull distracting buzz in their frontal lobe. And she had driven her spear into a third, another of the High Council but she had only pierced one brain so it would not die but it now raved around like a wild animal lashing about madly almost blindly as much a threat to its remaining brethren as to her and its primordial screams were as a white noise of confusion amongst the collective conciseness.

 

 

But she had lost her spear and her shield was beginning to melt under a steady blaze of some kind of fire magic one Beholder was glaring at her in a steady barrage. She had no further weapons and she could only hope that the Beholders would not try to outflank her but meet her head on in their relentless barrage of magical attacks and that her battered shield would hold just long enough for… all the Beholders stopped their magical attacks almost at once except for the wounded one which was destroyed by two of its neighbors out of self preservation. The remaining six Beholders of the High Council now raised their tentacle eyeballs to their sides and their main eyeballs began to glow and glaze over with a milky film.

 

 

“They are about to cast their teleportation spell!” Xera shouted! “I am done for!”

 

 

The Beholders chuckled and drooled upon her hearing her cry for help and they widened their eyes as they cast their terrible spell.

 

 

“The first Beholder came from the Abyss,” the companion of dwarves had told her. “You saw the awesome pit yourself as the outpost where we met you sits upon one side of it. The thing is said to be bottomless and there are things down there so ancient so powerful that they eat Beholders as a whale does krill. This Beholder ran a gauntlet to escape that place and found us here. Now when he feels threatened or confused or about to be beaten in anyway he casts his teleport spell sending his attacker to a place where they will never bother him again. In short he sends them to the place he most fears and to this Beholder that is back down there in that abyss down there with all those powerful monsters! That is what he did to our army and those that oppose him! He sends them down there to their instant death to be devoured or worse!”

 

 

And that was what the confused and threatened and frightened sons of this Beholder were doing now. Their eyes glowed and then the beams shot out slowly toward her even as she reached behind her shield and tossed out the large sphere into the air and covered her head.

 

 

Suddenly all the magical beams filling the room changed course and stuck the round hurtling sphere upon which it flashed and exploded filling the room with smoke. When the smoke cleared the entire High Council of Beholders was gone. Sent by their own magic down to their demise in the bottomless Abyss.

 

 

“Wha-What was that orb you threw that gathered up the Beholders powers and turned them against themselves?” The Amazon Xera was helping out of her bonds asked; there were scarce few left alive in the throne room.

 

 

“It was a Roc’s egg. They are usually the size of a small house but this one was a gift from the King of the Eagles enchanted by the blind dragons of the northern wastes. With the First of the Beholders and his High Council gone, the rest of the Beholders will be weak and easy for the remaining dwarfs to beat. For they are infants and without the mental bridge to their elders they will be afraid and unable to work together.”

 

 

But even as she spoke and helped the Amazon to her unsteady feet Xera suddenly looked upon the First Beholders corpse quickly rotting upon the table next to her; a dead Amazon under its deflated bulk and without conscious thought she plunged her hand and reached into the fetid creature and wrenched out its main eye and held it in her hand! She peered at the vile thing and suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over her and she collapsed upon the floor; light headed fainting before the shocked women she was helping!

 

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Xera awoke sitting in the tall chair belonging to the tall skinny man back in the strange shop. She looked down at the gray orb in her hand while behind her the tapestry blew and fluttered upon unfelt winds and then settled down to silence and stillness. She realized she was naked but she had been naked for days it seemed but that had been a dream hadn’t it.

 

 

The old perv was holding her clothes all folded up neatly with her glasses sitting on top of the pile. She took the glasses and put them on but it only blurred her vision so she took them off and realized she no longer needed them. She reached for her clothes feeling groggy and started putting them on; her bra no longer fit her for her boobs were enormous! She still had the impossible photo-shopped Playboy Bunny body and super model face! Her hair was still long and luxurious! Her pubic hair thick and untrimmed! Her pants had been baggy before but they now had a hard time reaching to her ankles in her longer limbed frame. Her baggy top was stretched to its limit and her large parka  coat was a tight fit over her huge firm breasts.

 

 

The old perv handed her a cup of something warm and good smelling she drank it as he drank his own. He motioned to the box and she put the orb back in it and gave him back the key. He pointed to her palm where the faint image of an eyeball seemed to stare and blink at her. He pointed to his hand and then pressed his hand against the tapestry.

 

 

“You mean if I want to go back all I have to do is press my hand against the tapestry?” Xera looked at the man as he smiled and nodded. She smiled back at him and then looked over the wall hanging. She realized for the first time it was a map of a huge single land mass surrounded by water and islands. At one part of the upper map composed out of fibers and metal threads worn by time to a dark deep green and muddy gray there shimmered a single small blue eyeball that glittered before fading into a simple mark upon the otherwise mark-less map that showed only geographic images and no names or roads or divisions of state or country. She peered closely at the small area now marked by the faded blue eye and noted it was a range of mountains fingered with small valleys and plateaus. “COOL!”

 

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