The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Omega Woman is a copyrighted character creation from Mr. X and is used here within by his very kind permission as stated upon his web page. Anything else that is not of Mr. X's creation and maybe considered of original content is declared a work of public domain by the author free to be used in whole or in part in any and all medium without consent or royalty. Rook.

A disclaimer is necessary for this story and it works best as a brief rehash of reality. This story is based upon a rendering by Mr. X entitled, 'Omega Woman' which can be viewed on his web site on his character fact sheets page. Only this particular image didn't have any facts to go with it, just the beautiful figure and the approaching menacing monsters in the green gloom. I started to write a story based upon that image and got it about three quarters of the way completed when I suddenly realized that I hadn't a clue what Mr. X intended this character to be, no back ground at all and I had just made it all up on the fly as I usually do. So I set the story aside for several weeks and one day while chatting with Mr. X, and his cluing me into some Super Friends inspiration ideas, I made mention of the Omega Woman story and he was kind enough to e-mail me several insightful aspects about this character. That said, between two over worked minds lost in the giddy joy of comics and such, little things like her name, home town, occupation, etcetera still did not get discussed nor thought upon. But, I changed what I could and just left the rest as it was and went ahead and finished what had always been intended to be another quick story idea. What follows then is a story about a picture and any other writer who would like to do another Omega Woman story would be best served 'NOT' to consider anything in this story as gospel. Instead of basing any other stories off the back ground I penned in this one, you are better off e-mailing Mr. X for her name and back ground statistics or waiting for another of his great comics using this particular character. Rook.

OMEGA WOMAN in: FRIGHTS OF FANCY

CHAPTER ONE

Kameron O'Donnell entered the Pine Ridge Mall on a crisp December eleventh day her heels rapidly clicking on the gritty snow melt salt and wet red gray paving stones of the lower level. On recent extended medical leave from the National Space Agency, where she was a highly respected research scientist with several hundreds of hours of space station time under her belt. Kameron had been pulled from the most recent lineup of the space station roster due to her recent ailment of serve crippling migraine headaches which seemed to hit her out of the blue, last a few hours and then just vanish. Extensive tests had revealed no medical problems and the condition had been put down to the tremendous stress Kameron incurred in her singular drive to be the best in her multitude of chosen fields.

Rest and relaxation had been the ordered treatment, and facing the prospects of permanent sidelining to a desk job if she failed to comply, Kameron had reluctantly taken a four week sabbatical to return home to her near by small home town and visit her only remaining relative, her younger sister, Ellen.

Ellen was in her second year of a bitter divorce and had an infant from the failed relationship and a stepdaughter who preferred living with her than her alcoholic father. Ellen's stepdaughter Bril' nearly worshiped the socially stunted Kameron and Kameron and her had hit it off from the very start. Kameron had always been a loner and not very good with people skills and so she had enjoyed the starry eyed eighteen year olds gushing enthusiasm to pal around with her during her brief stay and Ellen had welcomed the help around the house and a shoulder to 'bitch' on.

Still it had come as a complete surprise when Bril' had 'confided' in Kameron about something that was deeply troubling her. With several half starts and hesitant reluctance, Bril' had finally decided to take Kameron into her confidence and with a shaky hand showed Kameron a web page on her pink sticker covered lap top. The web page was something called a 'voyeur up skirt' site and it consisted of numerous images of women apparently being filmed by a 'hidden' video camera, up their skirt! The most prominent of these numerous women was none other than Bril' herself! She made up the smiling back ground of the site page and had dozens of 'featured' videos mainly as she was the only girl on the site who had been 'captured' repeatedly sans panties. Kameron was stunned and flabbergasted, it took a sobbing and anxious rapidly talking Bril' to assure Kameron that she was an innocent victim and that who ever had done this had done so with out her knowing it. Kameron scowled at that, but softened to the girls obvious plight and genuine concern over this incident, apparently local males were now recognizing her and saying unpleasant things to her on the street.

But Kameron was confused by Bril's take on the situation, she had no desire to go to the police, or prosecute the site, instead she wanted Kameron to follow Bril to the mall where obviously most of the videos had been taken and help her accost the 'panty hunter' who was preying upon her. To Kameron's surprise she realized that Bril didn't care about the videos that had been made, she just wanted them to stop making any more of her, 'they've pimped me enough,' she had growled. Bril had also gone on to defend her right to not wear panties if she didn't want to with short skirts and she didn't mind the occasional peek-a-boo of the males, but this had gone far enough!

Kameron had been struck speechless by the willful impassion young girls ideologies and rampant sense of free speech and liberties and Kameron had found herself suddenly respecting the young girls fiery passions and adult attitude of respecting even the confusing 'panty hunters' right to catch what he can, but enough was enough. She didn't want to shut the site down, in fact she was slightly flattered at her obvious popularity, but she wanted any additional new videos of her to stop. 'It was a different mind set this younger generation', Kameron had thought, 'and despite its differences at looking at the morality of the world it was one of even greater convictions than hers or any previous generations.' Kameron was impressed and promised to go with Bril' on Saturday to the Pine Ridge Mall and help her catch the 'panty hunter' in the act and 'convince' him with Bril' to leave her alone.

Still, Kameron found the younger generations attitudes so alien to her, that some one could take pictures of your genitals and post them all over the public web and 'NOT' be furious about that or seek the obvious legal recourses just seemed inconceivable to her, but the younger generation had turned their backs on the courts and commercial companies and government that had abused them for so long and were living entirely in their own self governed realm of right and wrong.

So, on Friday while Bril' was away at school Kameron had decided to go to the mall by her self, she just couldn't shake the gnawing belief that maybe Bril' knew all about the videos before hand, that she had originally consented to them, maybe even been paid for them, they looked so posed! After all! But Bril's insistence that she had never even been aware of their being taken at the time and could not even hazard a guess as to how they had been taken, had seemed so honest and forth right to Kameron, but still?

Bril' had said she had returned twice to the mall after she had found out about the web page, of which a female friend had clued her in about it after catching her boyfriend wanking to a video of Bril on the site. But both times despite her extreme attention she had not been able to fathom who the 'panty hunter' was and both times she had returned home only to find two 'new' video clips of her smiling face walking about the Mall with the camera effortlessly swooping up her short little skirt and flashing long lingering images of her naked sex as she strode or stood about. How?! It had infuriated her, not that the self proclaimed 'panty hunter' had scored again, but that she couldn't for the life of her fathom how or who had taken those shots!

Kameron purposefully moved through the seemingly always packed mall and made her way to the bank of escalators and ascended out of the large open glassed in plaza to the expensive rows of shops up above. Kameron had noticed that Bril' had concerned herself only with her own images on the site to an almost obsessive degree and had failed to notice that unlike her own videos which seemed to be taken through out the expanse of the mall its self including the parking lots and streets immediately with out the enormous structures expanse; the other videos of the other young women seemed to mostly come from similar back grounds of the mall. Kameron had deduced that once the 'panty hunter' had found out Bril' seemed addicted to wearing short skirts and no panties, the little fiend had simply targeted her on sight where ever she was seen. The other girls seemed to be 'picked up' in their opening shots in the same area and followed quickly to the up skirt moment of capture. Kameron had recognized the store fronts of the shops at once and she now moved toward them with an easy grace of her long legs and sensible heels.

Kameron was thirty-ish but knew she was still considered a 'dishy blonde' by the leering men she worked along side and her full round womanly figure was the object of much discussion of the staff she lorded over. Kameron had little doubt she could pull the 'panty hunter's' attention, but not in her current outfit of a blazer and knee length pencil skirt, despite it being her sexiest and shortest attire in her wardrobe. No, she would need to go to some greater degree of effort in the short time she had to work in amidst such a crowd of skirt wearing potential victims. Luckily with the schools still being in session, she didn't have to fear completion from the seemingly shameless eighteen year olds of Bril's generation who apparently found standing around chatting in little more than their underwear to be some how appropriate attire for a public gathering. Fortunately the mall was at that moment, mainly full of young house wives and middle age women, and though the recent warming trend in the weather had sent several of the women out into the mall in skirts, the vast majority of them were knee length or longer and made of heavy weight fabrics that clung about their legs. It was also apparent to Kameron's some what fastidious snobbish large ego that none of the women present could really compete with her in the department of desirability and looks. If she could just find the right long distant lure to catch the 'panty hunter's' eye, she was certain her shapely body could handle the rest. It was, after all, a simple matter of enticing the man to approach her and then to 'keep' him enthralled long enough for her to catch him in the act. After that she was certain that her years of being in command of males and dealing with what passes for their 'minds' would serve her well in the easy task of putting the rancid piece of shit in his place!

But for that she needed the right sort of eye candy bait, and Kameron smiled as she saw it in a little boutique in just the right area too! Kameron tossed her long thick luxurious blonde locks back and strode forcefully into the small shop, the few customers moving aside wordlessly and with sheepish smiles at both her obvious commanding prescience and her incredible beauty, to let her pass.

"Can I help you?" The twenty-ish cashier smiled but couldn't help being slightly in awe at Kameron's flashing eyes and slightly imposing figure.

"I would like to try on that little white mini in your window display," Kameron noticed the girl hesitate slightly and she removed her large sun glasses to give the full effect of her brilliant eyes. The girl noticeable swallowed and nodded and said, "yes Miss." And quickly scurried off to retrieve the garment in question from the display. Kameron moved about the small racks and fragile looking shelving stacks and made her way to the curtained changing rooms near the side of the store. The young assistant returned with the mini skirt and handed it to Kameron who smiled and thanked her and disappeared into the nearest changing room.

The store Kameron had carefully selected was one of the several in the immediate area that obviously catered to the young sexually alluring confidant girls that no doubt filled up the benches just out side the shop as soon as their last class bell rang and the kind the 'panty hunter' seemed to consider easy marks. The shop was walled in glass on two sides, the front and the left, as it was a corner shop and the changing rooms had been built along one of the glass walls. A little curtain hung as an entrance into the changing room and a second equally small curtain hung over the glass wall of the changing room, both curtains were of such a nature as to cut off the view of an average sized woman changing her clothes at her shoulders and at her knees. Beyond the glass wall was a small food court with hundreds of people eating or talking at little plastic tables with several men of varying ages staring intently at her as soon as she entered the little changing closet. The non-curtained walls were of simple vinyl laminated blue press wood with several hooks on them and a full length mirror, but they sat on their little chrome legs not much further down or higher up than the curtains themselves did.

As such Kameron who was noticeably taller than the average woman, had a clear view of the naked back of a young tattooed girl who was obviously playing hooky and was unabashedly changing and trying on various bras, much to the delight of the middle age males as well as several older females leering just a few meters way from her on the other side of the glass partition. The young woman's rather ample upper assets were scarcely hidden by the slim blue curtains on either side of her and with the complete indifference of generation 'Y' she put on and removed various bras and to Kameron's keen observation she couldn't help but notice the girl despite her air of indifference seemed to be both aware of the show she was putting on and enjoying every second of it as well! It was a generation raised on computer web cams and instant e-mails and full confessional personal web pages and constant surveillance cameras and peeing into cups at the governments whim, and they both found sexual stimulus in public display and utter indifference in the same act some how at the same time. It was beyond Kameron, and yet she could almost make it out, sense the solidness of it, the almost duh factor of predictability of the result of allowing profit driven capitalism to strip all democracy of individual rights only to declare everyone a criminal by birth and subject them to a constant state of search and seizure by endless surveillance, it was indeed almost purely natural that a generation thus subjected would both embrace the nakedness of such a stripped state of helpless voiceless existence and rebel at it at once in the same day to day acts.

Kameron swallowed hard and breathed through her nose her limbs shook slightly and she found herself becoming light headed, she carefully hung up the little white mini-skirt that the employee had put upon a clear little hanger for her and took a second to think. She needed to put her self into another sense of persona, or she would NEVER be able to do this. She was here for a purpose, she was on a mission, she would be an actress, playing a part, a role, and get this done, it was for Bril after all... or was it really for her in a way? She shook her head slightly and let her gaze glance at her left at the little blue curtain that hung from its large silver hoops on its small chrome bar, it had been pulled just slightly away from the blue plastic coated particle plywood upright wall where the bars attached. There was a slight gap there where the passer bys could peek in and see everything. She had noticed it when she had first entered the changing room and her throat had caught dry, because her impulse to grab the fabric and rip the curtain closed was in direct opposition to the character she was trying to portray and use to capture the 'panty hunter'.

The gap wasn't that large, maybe an inch or two but as two talking girls passed immediately by the glass wall lost in their own conversation she could see that it gave her a complete view of them in that sliver and it surely gave them an equal view of her in return. She bit her lower lip and with her hands almost white and still shaking she resisted every screaming urge to reach over and tug what little extra pleated folds the curtain offered to snug the gap shut tight, and instead reached for her waist belt and began to unbuckle it.

The thin belt slid out smoothly and its friction warmed her tiny waist, she hung it up on one of the many hooks, there seemed to be no shelves? She mentally put blinders on her eyes, neither looking to either side of her, nor daring to look into the large mirror on the short blue wall before and behind her.

Her skirt came off easier than she had expected, she couldn't even remember unzipping it! But there it was in her hand being draped on a large chrome hook. She smoothed the red marks upon her pale ivory flesh where the belt and waist of the skirt had left temporary indentations upon her smooth slight round lower belly. She had not worn her usual panty hose, knowing her intent that day, and instead had indulged in a rare shaving of her legs and had done so with out too many razor nicks. She stared down at her shoes and her simple white full bottomed panties and taking a deep breath, hooked both thumbs into the elastic waist band and tugged them down in one smooth motion. She balled them up and tossed them into her large purse also hanging on a hook beside the mirror.

With every fiber of her being screaming to grab the skirt and put it on she instead forced herself to pretend to pick at a piece of lint on her blazer jacket. Out of the corner of her eye a couple walked close by the curtain gap and she ignored it. Then another figure, and another, chatting away on a cell phone. She screamed back at her inner voice and it shut up. A strange eerie silence fell within her and she felt a calm she had never in her life known before, she removed her blazer jacket and folded it up and placed it snugly into her large hand bag. Underneath she was wearing a white long sleeved button non-pocket dress shirt which was essentially sheer enough to be considered see through. It had taken her forty minutes to convincer herself to remove her bra when she had gotten dressed for this excursion this morning and only then because she had put a dress jacket over the blouse in the end. She now looked at her large red areolas so easily viewed through the taught thin fabric and was surprised to see her nipples were hard and jutting out against the surface of the shirt! Her nipples almost never became encouraged, except on the very few times she allowed her self to release her pent up sexual repression. Was she aroused now? Her eyes darted down to her large mound of blonde pubic hair and was shocked to an 'o' of her mouth to see the glistening dampness of the lower strands. She was turned on! She almost laughed, but suddenly remembered her surrounding audience and fighting away the noticeable blush on her face in the mirror which she could no longer attribute to fear or embarrassment as she felt neither of those anymore, she reached for the little white mini-skirt and removed it from its hanger.

The entire store catered to risqué clothing , club wear, that sort of thing and the little garment that Kameron had selected was little more than a half a yard of fabric and most of that was taken up in the pleated ruffle that swam around the bottom third of its very short length. She slipped it on and wiggled it up over her full round swell of her opulent hips, she didn't recognize the fabric but it was skin tight and didn't stretch out of shape despite its lack of a zipper or clasp at its banded waist. The sweep or the ruffled pleats began in a circumference mid way down the crack of her ass and ended less that three finger widths below her woman hood.

Kameron stared and a very thin distant doubt wailed far away within her, but it passed by never drawing very close and it was not replaced with anything else to disturb her excited anxious calm. The upper part of the skirt clung very tight against her body and in fact noticeably pinched in against her full buttocks and sent the pleated ruffle out ward at an angle increasing its shortness of coverage. Kameron spun back and forth slightly watching the hem line carefully and the lower pleats of the skirt flared easily upward displaying her soft thick tawny muff in easy carefree snatches of flickering flashes.

But what had caused the sales girl to hesitate was that the skirt was made out of a cloth almost identical in sheerness to Kameron's blouse. Even standing still there was no mistaking the gauzy tell tale hint of her thick pubic patch just hinted at beyond those pleated ruffles. Kameron swallowed hard and smiled. She felt oddly warm and began to worry about her shirt tails. There was no way to stick them into that python squeeze of a mini-skirt. With a shrug she undid several of the lower buttons and tied the shirt tails off at her waist. This heightened the tautness of the fabric over her large heavy breasts to a point were she wondered if a button might 'pop'? She undid several of the top buttons and let her constricted breasts rise up in unimpeded cleavage up through the sharp 'v' of the stressed neck line there.

Kameron gathered up her things and put them in her hand bag purse and put back on her sunglasses and exited the little changing stall, never realizing just how much she had indeed changed while in there. She had entered the store a thirty-ish attractive career woman who could turn the occasional male head and was now about to exit it as a woman of absolute sexual allure and primal radiance who could mesmerize both male and female alike.

She noticed this instantly when the sales girl rushed up to her as she parted the curtain and with a flushed face and open mouth licked her suddenly dry lips and commented how beautiful Kameron now looked. Kameron had smiled back and told the young girl she would be taking the skirt and would just wear it out. The girl seemed desperate to keep Kameron there and talking and in her rush at plucking other garments off the passing racks ended up offering Kameron a pair of crotchless frilly panties for additional purchase. Kameron thanked the blushing girl and in a loud clear voice announced that, 'she never wore underwear, ever.'

Kameron left the store and began to window shop the near by boutiques, she had hoped that her loud declaration about never wearing underwear was received by the right ears. She was definitely in the right area, she recognized it from the back grounds of the video clips. She was certain the 'panty hunter' was about as the sight boasted daily updates and the images were according to Bril' uploaded during the night from the day before. So he was here, and Kameron was certain she was now the hottest 'bait' this loser had ever seen!

In fact, due to Kameron's almost utter lack of sexual experience, other than her bi-monthly finger masturbations and the one horrible experience she had had in college of being painfully groped by some drunken football jock, she didn't fully realize now how intense her building sexual arousal was becoming. She put the flushed hot sensations thrumming through her body as her conscious effort to repress her shame and embarrassment of her current outfit. She was blissfully unaware of the small clear trickles of sexual juices beginning to wet her flashing white soft upper thighs.

What Kameron 'did' notice is how none of the other shoppers seemed shocked or outraged at her skimpy public attire?! Not one old lady made any snide comments as they passed, not one scowling look from a mother trailing a string of children. Instead, every one just smiled at her or wished her a good morning and most just seemed to be oblivious of her at all. Kameron began to wonder if she was indeed a prude and her long lack of social interaction of relying on television and magazines for insights into the world hadn't painted some horrible lie about a large moral majority that had simply never existed? For the first time in over an hour of browsing at thin little tank tops that house wives were buying and bumping into chatty smirking gum popping girls gossiping through arm loads of sheer scanty sun dresses and lingerie, Kameron felt embarrassed and ashamed that she had been lead to believe that the world was something it had never really been and she had just accepted it without question. There was no evil or immorality in these bright happy eyes of house wives who carried bags of items while wearing mid-drift baring see through t-shirt and sheer bras, or tight camel toeing jeans tucked into knee high tall heeled boots.

And for the first time wondered if the 'panty hunter' would indeed pick her out of this large crowed of women? She would certainly have a run for her money if he were the 'breast hunter'! Despite Kameron always assuming her large full round spherical double 'DD" cupped breasts were on the unique side of the ample busted spectrum, she was surprised to see most of the women around her had similar sized breasts, and several even larger, in fact many of the younger girls now increasingly filling up the mall as it grew closer to open study hall and lunch for the schools, were of proportions that simply astounded her!

But he was the 'panty hunter' after all and despite some flirty gypsy skirts here and there and a couple of denim mini's on some of the high school and college girls now showing up in the mall, hers was still the most revealing skirt in view and though it seemed none of the younger woman around her bothered with bras she was hoping desperately that she was the only woman present not wearing any panties as well, for she was certain that that would be enough to keep the 'panty hunter' up skirt bandit lingering long enough for her to catch him in the act.

Despite this, Kameron was feeling the ticking of the clock, at three p.m. the classes would let out and the mall would fill with young girls in short skirts and she wondered for the first time if she could really compete for the attention of the 'panty hunter' amidst such youthful splendor? Kameron however believed that she represented something so appetizing that the 'panty hunter' would not be able to resist her. The young girls were like squashing new born flies, they lacked learned awareness and their tight young bodies lacked the allure of her ripe body bursting at the moment of perfection! The very aspect of her incredible figure and looks coupled with the wisdom of an older woman would create a challenge no 'true' hunter could resist. If only she could get his attention!

The mall was filling up now with even more younger women and Kameron caught herself biting at her thumb nail again. Where was he? She looked through the press of female forms and couldn't help but notice that amidst all the expensive women's boutiques at this section of the mall, males stood out like a sore thumb. There were dozens of them at any glance amid the hundreds of women, but none of them seemed particularly interested in her or any of the ladies present, and none were carrying a brief case or a shopping bag or any kind of hand held item in which to store a hidden miniature video camera. And no man had come within an arms length of her since she had left the fitting room! It was perplexing and frustrating. Perhaps he still had not seen her? She knew from the web site and scrutinizing the videos, photographs, and reading the bombastic egotistical text, that the self proclaimed 'panty hunter' did his prowling all day long. It certainly wasn't a kid still in school and it couldn't be some guy with a job unless he worked here at the mall, maybe a janitor? Or a security guard? Or maybe even a store clerk? But who ever he was he was no where to be seen.

Kameron saw a group of three young teenage girls sitting on the rim of a large potted plant, their lanky limbs folded up in gawky angles as they belly laughed at their conversation, a few young boys stared at them and whispered and the girls pretended not to notice the boys as they flipped their hair and twisted their heels and laughed at jokes, almost blind to each other so much were they collectively staring at the boys out of the corner of their eyes. How much longer until Bril' showed up with HER friends, and how would Kameron explain her being here, dressed as she was? It would be obvious to Bril that Kameron had decided not to wait for tomorrow and work with Bril as she had asked and the young girl would instinctively realize it was because Kameron had not believed nor trusted Bril' entirely.

Kameron got an idea. She sash-shayed over to a bench and sat down and dug through her hand bag, finding a small stapled together monograph she had been working on, she crossed her legs and set her bag aside and pretended to read the pages. Slowly, inch by inch, she let her knees drift apart while keeping her ankles tightly crossed. Frowning intently at the pages she scoured over her thighs stretched the mini-skirt fabric as wide as it would allow, she remained that way, her throbbing swollen sex wet and burning in the cooling air as hundreds of people moved about her in swarms. For several minutes she left the bait out there and then decided it was time to reel it in.

Kameron put her papers away and stood up turning around and bending at the waist as she shuffled the papers into her purse on the low bench seat. It had been a full moon shot and even as she straightened she made no effort to pull down the stretchy part of the miniskirt that had crept up over her full round ass cheeks. She left it there, the pleated ruffles now just barely covering the lower orbs of her firm buttocks.

Kameron began to walk to the escalators, an apparent favorite target location for the 'panty hunter' and slipping her hand bag over her shoulder letting the heavy leather strap slip between her large proud breasts. The strap dug into her swelling cleavage and the press of it as she grasped the bag firmly at the connecting point of strap and bag and pulled it tight, caused her breasts to swell up in even more voluminous firmness and as her firm but swaying stride sent her large breasts jiggling and leaping about she was certain it would cause the over strained shirt buttons to explode and pop!

Kameron hadn't gone far when a young woman bumped into her, they both excused themselves and Kameron did a double take, it was the shoulder tattooed girl who had been trying on bras in the little boutique where Kameron had bought her expensive new skirt. The girl did a double take as well, and pointed at her, "We seem to keep bumping into to each other," the tattooed girl smiled. She had a pierced lower lip and eye brow but was otherwise rather attractive.

Kameron noted that the girl was wearing an open leather jacket and despite her bra shopping was obviously not wearing any thing under her thin tank top, Kameron could even see her pierced nipple rings and felt an odd twinge in her lower stomach at the sight. "Yes, " Kameron smiled and half laughed. Indeed she suddenly remembered the two had collided twice earlier amongst the bustling throngs.

"I saw you checking me out, earlier." The short haired raven headed girl leaned in and whispered with a smile. Kameron knew instantly that she meant while she had been in the changing room trying on bras and suddenly with intense clarity realized that the girl could have seen her in the reflection of her own changing rooms mirror! Had she stared that long at those large magnificent breasts? Kameron was blushing hard and stammering. "Just like you're checking me out now. It's alright. I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like it." The girl grinned and winked up at the face of the much taller Kameron who had indeed been staring despite her self at the hypnotic sway of the large bosom of the girl walking next to her.

Kameron suddenly found her self looking down at her own large swelling breast with her nipples imposingly protruding through her shirt facing and in a peripheral glance as the girl beside her looked away, Kameron noticed that the young woman was wearing lose blue jeans and untied heavy combat boots. There on the tongue of the left boot, clipped inconspicuously to a crossing shoe string, was a tiny pinky nail sized camera lenses and a tiny wire leading from it back under the tongue of the shoe. Kameron stopped her widening eyes and glanced at the girl walking non-pulsed next to her. She had her hand in her front jeans pocket, no doubt working the on off recording of the little camera who's tiny cable must have run up her pants leg to her pocket.

As Kameron reached the escalator she noted the tattooed girl slide in behind her, despite there being plenty of room for the luscious young thing to stand next to her on the ridged metal moving steps. Kameron glanced down, craning her neck slightly to peer beyond her own magnificent cleavage, sure enough the tattooed girl had slid her booted foot slightly between Kameron's legs, she was even now video tapping up Kameron's skirt! Kameron felt flushed and confused. She had expected the 'panty hunter' of the up skirt web site to be some fat balding greasy old man, not some delightful sweet looking young girl! No wonder Bril' had been unable to spot the 'panty hunter'! Who would suspect such a young woman with such a lovely body of her own. Kameron was feeling dizzy. She tried to think, 'she's video taping my snatch right now! God! She's going to go back to her place and finger herself while staring at my pussy! O God!'

This wasn't the type of thinking Kameron whished to dwell on, she wanted to figure out what her next move should be, but instead she could only imagine that hot little vixen behind her masturbating wildly to Kameron's own body. She was breathing hard. Suddenly she was struck by the image of thousands upon thousands of young handsome horny teenage boys throttling their enormous pricks while gasping out their husky epitaphs at her video pussy filling their computer screen. Kameron moaned despite herself and she eased her feet wider apart. 'All those men cumming because of her!' Her feet slid further apart and her hips began to twitch. She was feeling definitely over heated, was the air conditioner broken in this place?

Kameron grasped the hard long rubber moving rail of the escalator, 'rubber feels good. I want a rubber skirt.' She was having a hard time focusing her thoughts. It felt like a hot wind was blowing through her mind, stirring everything up into a cyclone of heat. Kameron glanced down again at the small booted foot video taping her exposed sex between her ever widening legs, but it was hard to focus on it, her pert nipples kept getting in the way as well as her heaving cleavage. 'Maybe if I squeezed them out of the way?!' Kameron noticed there were clear splashes of rain drops upon the tattooed girls boot toe, 'where had they came from? Even now they seem to be evaporating, only to be replaced by another new drop here or there. Roof must leak? Winter melt, Spring run off?' The panting Kameron thought.

At the bottom of the escalator the tattooed girl veered off and a wobbly kneed Kameron set off after her bobbing and weaving through the crowd. Kameron latched onto her elbow just as they reached one of the lower level glass entrance doors to the mall. The tattooed girl was anything but surprised or unsettled by the act until the gasping rasping voice of Kameron blurted out in a hiss into the ear of the young girl that she wanted that 'video' she had just taken. There was no expected bluffing or bravado or even just straight talk, Kameron out weighed the girl by a good forty pounds and was almost a full foot taller, the young girl wrenched her arm free and bolted. Kameron cursed her stupidity and feeling a flush of embarrassment set off in pursuit after the quickly escaping figure that swam in the sea of people. Had the 'panty hunter' veered back into the crowd she would have lost Kameron in a few strides, but there were security guards inside the mall and the place was full of security cameras, she choose the path of least resistance and darted through the automatic glass doors which the incoming crowd had open before her.

Out side of the enormous complex of the mall the cooler expanse of the winter afternoon hit Kameron like a sobering slap on both sets of cheeks and it smacked some of the red haze fog of unaccustomed lust from her groggy brain. The lithe figure of the tattooed girl was fleeing across the large plaza to Kameron's left across the sun glare bright brick paving and into the neighboring blind shadows of the squat buildings across the pedestrian and buss only street. The smaller figure was easily out distancing her and could have escaped her uncertain pursuit if not for her rigorous astronaut training and the decision upon the tattooed girl to flee down what turned out to be an alley way instead of remaining on the potential maze crowded main streets.

Kameron drew up short upon reaching the cluttered and trash strewn alleyway, the tattooed girl had vanished and she was leery of an ambush in the dimly lit confines of the narrow stretch before her. The jog across the plaza in heels had been too much for her already strained to the bursting top and the heaving of her enormous cantilevered breasts had caused several of her blouse's buttons to pop free and disappear, leaving her heaving chest open and exposed. Her short skit's hem had flared up and become stuck upon her sweat speckled stomach leaving her sex on full display, how long it had been so she could not say. With no one around and her only chance of catching the 'panty hunter' slipping rapidly away from her, Kameron let her large breasts swing full and free from the remnants of her destroyed shirt and gave a few futile tugs at the stubborn short skirt which blossomed and ballooned back against her small stomach in the alleyways channeled breeze. 'Where had the tattooed girl gone?'

The lair of shadows before Kameron showed no hints as to the solution of the perplexing problem of the sudden disappearance of the tattooed girl. Kameron walked cautiously through the serpentine path of strewn trash bags and overflowing dumpsters and piles of cardboard boxes long melded into heaps of fibrous slag by the receding winter melt of snow and ice. Looking carefully at the ground of sand and grit newly freed from their bondage of oily ice flows, Kameron could see the occasional splashes thrown up by the recent passage of the tattooed girls fleeing approach. Muddy heel here, a still jello-ing puddle there, but the trail was erratic and irregular and long passages of pavement offered up no signs of recent passage at all. Finally the alleyway erupted into a t-intersection and the branching off side streets lingered on into the canyons of large buildings and intersecting main streets. 'She had not come this far. I would have seen her when I turned the corner and entered the alley way. There was no way she could have increased her speed enough to make it to these branching alleyways with out my catching another glimpse of her first.' Kameron pondered the thought and quickly back tracked. She found the last sure sign the young girl had left, a wet boot print already rapidly fading, and began to systematically move in a search cone off of that. The girl had been in full stride when she made that last print and Kameron used her mathematical understanding of physics to plot potential courses the girl had taken that would not carry her past the next most likely point where she would have left another imprint but had not.

With an old broom stick she had picked up from the trash in her hand Kameron began to poke at piles of trash, but there was not sign of the girl anywhere. She was at the point of feeling the bitter anxious worry of defeat when she saw the recently crumpled wet cardboard pile next to one of the large metal dumpsters. There wasn't enough room for anyone to hide behind the pile nor behind the dumpster but there was no mistaking that the cardboard had been shoved and moved about very recently, parts of it was still slowly sliding back into a gravity slump. Kameron used her stick to push it aside, nothing. But then she kneeled down and saw she could slip behind the dumpster and there she saw a large opening in the facing of the brick wall. It had once contained a vent cover, but that was no where to be seen, and Kameron knew that this was the 'rabbit hole' where the tattooed girl had vanished.

Bravery in face of the dark unknown is not something an astronaut lacks and Kameron quickly plunged into the squat opening with her wary stick before her hand and knee crawling form. The red brick lined square tunnel was only about two meters in length and it quickly opened into what was a large trash and leaf strewn red brick room that must have been some storage room at one time. There were rusted bed rails and long gray web covered piles of boards lying against the brick walls and more boxes long over turned and broken canning jars and more rusted piles of metal, some kind of long abandoned storage room. A short open stair of the same red brick rose up along the far wall and ended at a heavy looking all metal door that had no handle and was covered in spray paint graffiti, it looked like it hadn't been opened in ages. There were collapsed wooden shelves along another wall, and straightening up and brushing off the muddy wet grit from her hands and knees Kameron saw that the irregular shaped room was dimly lit from a small broken well window to her right. She again searched the floor and saw recently disturbed garbage here and there, a wad of hard clothes with a muddy boot print, a place where the leaves had been crushed into dust. Kameron followed the direction of the tattooed girl who apparently had not slackened her short legs long strides despite having reached this apparent sanctuary. The girl had fled to Kameron's right and the jutting brick wall there revealed the twisting room to branch off into several more boxes of dead end brick rooms with the occasional scorched oil drum in its silent center. The room as a whole seemed to follow no sane course and dozens of doorways lead off into darkness and hallways or dead end blocky rooms with or with out wooden or steel doors, many of them crudely fashioned shut by planks wedged into place on her side of the door. 'People lived down here! But where were they now?' Kameron didn't like the idea that she was now following her quarry into a place where it was distinctly gaining an advantage. The light was irregular and large swaths of the open hallways and rooms opening here and there where bathed in an impenetrable gloom. 'This was not a good place to be and Kameron felt she was straining her well honed sense of direction in the maze of the winding corridor, she would have to go back. Just then Kameron heard a shuffle of feet and quickly rushed to the corner of another turn of the brick passage. Carefully peering around the brick corner Kameron saw a shadowy figure slink in direction of the next turn in the corridor. Kameron shifted out into the passage in pursuit and her toe caught in some debris nearly sending her to her knees, the scattered trash clattered about her and she shot an angry glance up at her adversary who was now rapidly fleeing around the next bend in the dim hall way. Kameron swallowed a curse and rushed after the disappearing figure.

The next bend revealed a dead end with only an inky shadow drain of a man hole in the center of the floor leading down. The cover was no where in sight and obviously long missing. There was no possible place for the tattoo girl to hide in the almost barren grimy miter covered brick hallway leading to the man hole. Kameron looked down the opening in the wet and dirty time sagged brick floor of the basement and paused. There was light down there, faint glimmering iridescent, but light none the less, but no sign of the tattooed girl upon the long rusted rungs of the descending ladder. Kameron tossed aside her broom stick which she had shattered in her near fall and carefully began her descent down the metal tube.

The tattooed girl paused as she lit her cigarette. There had been a distant crashing sound off to her left echoing down the brick maze of passages. No one came to this place anymore since the homeless people had said some thing down here was eating people but she had been desperate to escape that weird blonde bitch and it was okay if you stayed clear of the left maze of tunnels and just cut quickly through the right short cut and out. The noise had come from out there to that forbidden left, and the tattooed girl quickly opened the large fire door before her and stepped through to the fading light of day beyond it. Whoever would be stupid enough to go messing around in those left tunnels was simply too stupid to live, and she shuddered at the thought of something moving through those tunnels hunting people.

CHAPTER TWO

The metal shaft ended abruptly at a large oval opening in its wall opposite of the ladder that in turn seemed to be another round shaft only sunk horizontal with rungs on its round floor leading into darkness. The light was coming from a greasy yellow bulb encased in a wire basket on the wall just above the horizontal tunnel before her. Kameron narrowed her eyes and peered into the hissing darkness, her temples throbbed and she craned her neck back and forth, but couldn't make out anything. She cursed herself at hesitating so long up above and allowing the tattooed girl to get so far a head of her again and as she now hesitated again she wondered if she wouldn't just go back now. 'After all without some proper light, it would be dangerous to continue on. Not that she thought the tattooed girl would intently try to do her any serious harm or perhaps even could considering their difference in stature and her life long physical training, but a nasty spill in the dark with no one knowing where she was could be fatal.' Kameron chewed her lower lip and began to crawl along the dark horizontal tunnel before her, 'it would after all be stupid not to check out the thing since she had come so far. The girl couldn't be that far ahead and it must not be too dangerous if she herself wasn't using any light and moving so quickly through the place?' Kameron inched forward and was soon turning a coroner in the tube shaft. Ahead of her was a short extension of the tube ending in an opening with light beyond it. She crawled rapidly toward it. On the way to it she saw openings in the tube that lead off into other shafts disappearing into the dark and made a conscious map in her head for her return journey less she became lost in the intestinal maze of crawl space ducts.

The opening emptied into a larger version of the same she had just exited. A large round tunnel of metal with numerous pipes and cables ringing its walls. At least she could stand up in this one and it was lit by a yellow wire basket bulb every dozen meters or so, though she could see that a number of the bulbs were burned out and the swaths of darkness was irregular in its clingy patches. The smaller horizontal she half climbed out of and half fell out of had opened in the wall of the larger tunnel and Kameron was now faced with deciding on a direction; right or left?

She decided on 'right' and moved along the metal grated floor, 'it wasn't a sewer at least.' she thought to her self as she frowned at the increasing number of smaller side access tunnels dotting the walls. She kept a rolling count of them in her mind so she could find her tunnel when she needed it. There were also junctions of more slightly raised man holes leading down yet further set into the floor of the large tunnel, though these were covered with heavy looking lids. The whole place seemed odd to her and she wondered at its construction and purpose. After thirty-five side openings and four floor man holes Kameron found herself looking at a man hole that had no cover and out of which both a wisp of steam and light whiffed up wards. It was the first real break in the monotony of the winding corridor and Kameron decided it was worth a venturing reconnaissance.

As she began her descent down the ladder, Kameron realized that sound was issuing forth from the well in addition to the light and streamers of steam cloud, but she couldn't make out the jumble of sounds as either being organic or inorganic. It was a short climb and Kameron found herself standing on what was rather clean decking of grated flooring. The roundness of the last tunnels had given way to oblong shapes of octagon hallways that were lower ceiling but more brilliant lit with a low ebbing green tinted light. The air here was humid almost sweltering but there was strong circulation and everything looked clean and new compared to the almost ruins she had been traversing through of late. The construction material eluded her in its composition, it seemed metal at first but then almost plastic upon closer inspection, and it seemed to radiate both the heat and the moisture into the air from almost every surface. She just couldn't fathom what the purpose of such a place would be for, she had half expected to be lead to the basement of the tattooed girls apartment building and then to the apartment its self, then she had thought perhaps there was some kind of makeshift studio or computer set up down here but now, she just couldn't figure any of this out? Kameron looked down at the shredded remnants of her clothing which now uncomfortably clung to her perspiring body and noting that they no longer bore any resemblance to actual clothing any more, simply tugged them off her and dropped them to the galley way. 'Surely she would find a workers smock to replace her garments in place like this. It was evidently deserted but showed signs of maintenance.'

Along the angular passage ways there where now slotted doors imbedded into the walls, which she could not figure out how to open, some had windows set in them and she could see more hallways beyond. The walls become increasingly congested with panels and junction boxes and the long running pipes from the level above her now seemed to be replaced by heavy ropes of cables and recessed wall lights. What's more Kameron began to recognize what could only be 'bulkheads' and containment doors now ringing the hallway, 'this was no mere water treatment plant or sewage processing station. It looked more and more like a ship?'

It was during her increasing fascination of the environment around her and an almost forgotten memory of her fleeing quarry that Kameron found herself utterly startled by turning a corner in the seemingly spiraling endless main hallway and seeing an open side room of several plastic looking tables and upon one of them a figure! Kameron entered the bright room and cautiously approached the prone figure which she could see was secured by metal clasps about its long supple limbs to the table.

It wasn't the tattooed girl, in fact Kameron realized at once it wasn't humane! But it was humanoid and female. The hairless oyster skinned female opened its large blind eyes at Kameron and began to speak inside her startled mind.

"You have come at last. It is too late to save me, but at least my powers can be safely translated and will not fall into their diabolical hands. I could not make contact with the people of this world, but you my space sister who I can scent the cosmic dust radiating through you and who I can sense is pure of hart and virgin of body shall receive my mantle and carry on the mission to destroy these foul beasts and save this young world." And before Kameron could even flinch a powerful light engulfed both women and the odd garment that had been covering the body of the strange woman now clothed Kameron. Sort of, the odd figure on the table was even smaller in size than the tattooed girl had been and though the fabric of the strange costume seemed to stretch to incorporate Kameron's much larger form, it seemed to reach a limit before it covered her ample full round breasts and hips to any like wise comparison to how it had more recently covered the now naked female laying dying before her. "In irradiating your being with the Omega beam, the cosmic power of the celestial sisterhood, you are now one of the great policing forces of justice in this galaxy. The responsibilities are enormous and the dangers monstrous but they are yours now, none the less. How the Omega energies will interact with any given chosen species is impossible to say. I suggest you escape this place and learn what powers are now with in your range of being. I had welded the power of flight, of limited invulnerability, of the power of ten of the males of my species, and of course the ability to heal rapidly from almost any wound including the rape of the womb its self. And it is that last power that makes the Omega sisterhood so susceptible to these current horrors scourging the universe, for they seek us out as they are a warrior male only species and can only breed by the raping of female virgins of other humanoid species. With our power to heal our own virginity they hunt us as the perfect breed mothers for their short lived host. I myself have given forced birth to hundreds of the fiends. And yet we are all that stands in their way of galaxy domination. We can not flee from them but must fight and stop them no matter what the risk of perpetual rapes! Of the forced tremendous climaxes from their enormous ever hungry phalluses, of their insatiable perverted desires thrusting us into unending orgasmic flights, of.." The prone woman seemed to get a hold of herself and cleared her mental telepathic throat. "My time here is done. I will leave you now my sister, I only hope you will succeed where I have shamefully failed. Oh, and beware of chloroform gasses, the Omega beam makes us rather susceptible to those. That is how I got caught! " And with that the voice and light vanished and before the gaze of the shocked Kameron was only a pile of dust upon the white plastic table.

Kameron eased back out of the room and caught her reflection upon the shinny plastic coating of the damp wall. Her strawberry blonde shoulder length hair hung about her beautiful face where now a large red face mask with large eye openings resided. The mask had crescent points coming down over her sharp cheek bones and it was matched now by a red silk choker about her swan like neck. Upon her shoulders a red cape fell to her mid rump, it had fallen to the mid thigh of vanished predecessor. It was held in place by a gold clasp at her delicate neck. Upon her hands were open fingered red gloves that rose to the middle of her forearm, they had been full fingered gloves and rose up to the upper arm of the woman who had worn them upon the plastic slab just minutes before. Her feet were now shod in bright red boots that rose up to her knees, and though tight they did seem to thankfully fit her well. The remainder of her suit consisted of a one piece body suit that struggled to cover her large round full breasts, thankfully the previous wearer had been amply endowed in the chest area as well, though Kameron couldn't help but note that her large auroras rose in puffy crescents above the yellow lined cups of the shiny red bodice. On the swelling full right cup of her suit there was a large golden 'O' upon a diamond field of yellow. The tight suit hugged her slim waist and was split under her large cups to reveal her naked stomach to far down below her navel, 'I'll need to severely bikini wax if I am to wear this in public,' she mused. Upon the front of the red garment the bodice was 'v'-ed in black with a yellow relief of another 'v' placed upon that, the crotch its self was left red and stood out as it camel toed deeply into her soft nether folds there. The costume was high hipped in its cut and fell in back to a thong that straddled her large shapely womanly butt cheeks. All in all it gave the thirty-ish woman a look of sensual power and intimidating allure that she found enticing and thrilling despite her strange situation. It was then that Kameron saw the three ghastly figures swaying in reflection behind her, she whirled in shocked horror.

Three white crimson flecked hideous humanoid beasts with nothing but seemingly claws and teeth and muscle tensed before her on canine hind legs and snarled. But what engulfed Kameron's attention and captured it utterly were the enormous male members leaping to attention between their legs! There was no doubt what her costumes effects were upon these mounds of blood and muscle! The frontal cranium of one of the huge male monsters rippled and suddenly a greenish vapor began to poor forth from the floor. Kameron recognized it at once from her years in the labs, the sickly sweet stench of chloroform! The heavy fog rose very slowly and not wasting a second of time Kameron turned and fled down the corridor.

"Capture Omega Woman!" Kameron heard a thin weedy howl of a voice boom behind her and amidst the hiss of gas and thick bull muscled throats Kameron leapt from the gang plank flooring and soared up into an open shaft in the roof of the hallway. Immediately before her she could see a slowly iris closing hatch way, she flew toward it with panic induced desperation of speed and her high heeled crimson boots just cleared the shutting aperture, behind her a long wailing fury hissed. Soon she was back in the large round tunnel and hunting for the side tunnel to take her back, but she had to do it sprinting on foot, her ability to fly had drained her to a point of exhaustion very quickly. Apparently her body wasn't cut out for soaring effortlessly about in the air! Ugh! In any case Kameron found her way out of the maze of passage ways and back in the alleyway with her hands on her knees while she painted for breath. She had no illusions about escaping her pursers, something instinctive told her that the very Omega energies now rippling unsteadily through her body would act as an emanate homing beacon for those hideous creatures. They would be hunting her now, from the shadows, and for the first time in her life, Kameron O'Donnell knew the sour taste of fear!

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