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The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. This story uses copyrighted characters of the glorious Mr. X in stipulation as stated on his website. Rook.

Omega Woman in Screw and Nail

Kameron Drake adjusted the large lens glasses she wore perched on her slim small nose, the weight of the eye glasses was always a bit uncomfortable and the bridge of her nose was too slender to keep them from constantly sliding down to the tip of her slightly upturned nose. As her eye sight was better than twenty/twenty she often slipped the eye glasses off her youthful fresh face when she was alone only to slip them back on as soon as someone approached her. Omega Woman wore an eye mask and seldom lingered in one place too long after the battle was won but cellphones were cameras and computer imaging technology was capable of the most incredible discoveries as she noted daily at her job. An extra layer of identity protection in the form of some prop eyeglasses in her day to day civilian life couldn’t hurt. “The sacrifices one makes when one is secretly a hot sexy super heroine saving the world twenty-four seven,” she thought to herself as she pushed up her eye glasses for what seemed the hundredth time since the young man had entered her office.

“Ah, and you are saying, ah, I am sorry I didn’t quiet catch the name?” Kameron didn’t bother to look over at the man who stood next to her beside her desk where she was standing and flipping through file folders she had just retrieved from her file cabinet.

“Niles Philly, but everyone calls me Nails because I am a handy man and all.”

Kameron ignored the proffered hand for the second time and could almost feel his wholesome wide white tooth smile beaming without lifting her head. She had glanced at him once when he had rapidly approached her all glass cubicle which was her assigned office this week and a glance was all she needed. He was a tall lanky man in his mid-twenties with thick black slightly curly hair with apple cheeks and gray bright eyes and a pointed chin and a perpetual smile that reminded her of Gomer Pyle from some late night black and white show she had seen once or twice many years back when she had been sick with the flue.  He wore faded but clean blue coveralls and carried a tool box in his right hand and walked with a side to side shoulder swinging pendulum gait that bespoke of much energy and single minded purpose. A heavy leather tool belt hung at his narrow hips which somehow managed to jangle endlessly like a warden on his rounds despite there being no apparent source for such a metallic jingling sound. In short one word leapt in her mind as the man had woven his way through the flotilla of desks and workers as he stork strode up to her office; RUBE.

“Yes, Mister Filly, you were saying you are here to fix the air conditioning unit? I am certainly glad to hear that,” Kameron reached up and adjusted a moist collar that lay starched and open around her slim neck. The temperature in the whole building had been unbearably hot and little plastic multi-colored fans had sprouted all over the desks around her giving the knick-knacks and rainbow haired trolls a run for their money in claiming limited desk space. The fans were made in china so of course they didn’t work and the bright colors were no doubt toxic.

Kameron was becoming a touch uncomfortable with the man who was standing a little too close to her in her small glass aquarium. As an Aphrodite gene super heroine she gave off a constant aura of sexual pheromones but as an Omega member of the sisterhood she gave off an even more powerful constant invisible cloud of sex pheromones. As such Kameron Drake did all she could to keep men at an arms distance from her and to severely limit the time spent of their company in her immediate presence. 

But she was still a woman. An attractive thirty year old single woman and those powerful sexual pheromones she secreted worked as much on her as they did on anyone passing by. Kameron raised her hand from her collar and flipped back her short blonde hair off her shoulders as she spoke. “I am still failing to see what your situation of fixing the air conditioning has to do with me, Mister Frilly.” The normal hard edge of command was gone from her voice and its more natural silken softness peaked through. She glanced down at the young man’s coveralls and smirked at the little dance going on as his pecker began to shake and shimmy under her powerful pheromone deluge.

Kameron returned the file to the bottom most drawer of the file cabinet despite it belonging in the top most drawer which she had left open and did a little shake and shimmy of her own as she bent over in her pencil skirt pushing her full round pert bottom up at the young man. She felt the warmth spread through her, a good warmth not having anything to do with the broken air conditioning and smiled at the thought of what the young man had hidden in his overalls. She was a feminist and had nothing but headaches dealing with males around her both in her professional work and in her super heroine persona but she did on occasion like to ‘pop’ one on purpose and tease a little just because she could. And beside he was cute.

“Well Mister Farms said you would get me the key to the roof access door so I could-”

“WHAT?!” Kameron shot bolt upright smacking the top of her head upon the upper file drawer she had initially retrieved the file from.

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Kameron fumed as she fumbled with the keys for the roof access fire door and then lead the somewhat chastened young man with his tool box into a painfully bright mid-day sun and an oven of a black tar roof. All the while muttering about ‘janitor’s- vacations- asshole men- why don’t you get your teen trophy wife to do it!’ before ushering the nervous handy man past her as she closed the door re-locked it and then impatiently crossed her arms and sat her butt down angrily on one of the many metal boxes littering the roof.

Kameron was furious not only because she had been delegated such a menial task so far beneath her pay grade but that she had compounded her embarrassment by marching across the office to berate her superior about this injustice only to have him repeat the order and add that she was to remain with the man until the repairs were completed for security reasons. In other words none of the men in suits wanted to stand up on the roof in the blistering heat and so it had been punted to the skirt and now that she had barked at the yank of her chain she would be further punished by being made to stand out in the sun and heat until the job was done!

Kameron chewed on her lower lip as the man in the coveralls inched by her trying to cover up his erection with his tool box. This only made her angrier as she couldn’t care less about some hick’s penis problem and she resisted an impulse to kick him in the ass and instead threw a verbal high heel toe at his posterior with an appropriate eye roll, “I don’t have all day! Let’s get this thing fixed already!”

The man blushed and ‘yes ma’am’-ed her as he half saluted and rushed past her and began removing the metal shroud to what must have been the air conditioning unit. Kameron noted the boner was not ‘too small’ and licked her lips. She seldom had time for men but when she did she liked them to at least be worth her while and not have anything less than a decent fifteen-er. The man was packing something close to that so her anger lifted slightly and her scowling face fell more to a pout as she found herself wafted between mind crushing boredom and leaning straining attempts to get a peek at the man’s persistent bulge.

GODDESS! It was hot. And bright too. Kameron undid some more of her already décolletage white blouse buttons and ran a finger under her straining bra strap. She would love to take off the bra. She hated the things but found them appropriate attire in the work place considering her large always puffy hard nipples and would often berate other women who showed up to work without one. Kameron squinted against the glare of the sun and realized the vulcanized metal box she was sitting on was a little too warm on her ass and stood up rubbing her behind and tugging at her stretchy black pencil skirt. The man glanced over at her movement and she gave him a stern look which sent him right back to work. She didn’t like people catching her adjusting her bra or skirt or seeing her sweat and she was really beginning to sweat now. She wondered if the men down below had sent her out here in order for her to sweat so her blouse and bra would become transparent and then when she came back inside the sudden coolness of the fixed air conditioner would make her nips pop with that extra embarrassing hardness and they would all drool all over her and follow her around and call her into ‘meetings’ where they would make her stand in front of them and make spontaneous  presentations of items they already knew about as they ogled her body as the projector lights made her nearly naked before them and she would be helpless to stop their leering dirty-

“Sorry Miss Drake but-“

“Ms. Drake,” Kameron snapped out of her summer heat induced reveille and coughed at the unmistakable feeling of wet warmth starting to soak her panties. “Now what is it?” she crossed her arms under her soaked shirt and damp bra and noticed the young man’s fixed stare at her thus pushed up boobs and she slightly shook her shoulders and raised her arms a tad higher so her nipples came dangerously close to saying ‘hello’ to the man’s awed open mouth.

“I-ah-I need a part,” the man’s face was flushed and Kameron smirked.

“Well we all need something,” Kameron lifted her arms and stretched and the man swallowed hard as she gave a little light laugh. ‘Too easy,’ she sighed to herself and then lowered her arms and frowned past the horny young stud as she squinted at the horizon. Something was coming, a blimp, a helicopter, an airplane? No, too large and way, way, way TOO FAST!

Kameron grabbed the young man’s shoulders and pulled him down upon her as a large blur shot over them.

“Oh ma’am!” A muffled voice spoke from the valley of her breasts where the young man’s face was being smothered. Kameron looked down at the top of his head and then ‘tsked’ and shoved him off her and rolled to her knees searching the sky for the object. It was turning fast and circling around heading back to the government municipal buildings that made up the cluster of high rises around her.

“Please don’t be too rough this is my first time,” the young man wheezed from his prone position as Kameron stood up and then accidently, she was adamant that it was accidently, stepped her high heel shoe directly on the young man’s crotch as she moved over him following the line of the flying object.

The man jackknifed accordion-ing his long body as her shoe dug into his penis and scrotum and his face went purple as he wheezed and rolled up into a fetal position as she ignored him and paced around in a circle following the line of the flying object. The building they were on was the only one of the government cluster to have a helicopter pad and she raced up the iron stairs leading up to it to watch the object slow hover and land.

It was twenty feet tall at least and roughly humanoid in overall appearance. That being it had a something that spouted above its wide shoulders that could have been a head though it seemed to contain only a single giant gapping spiral opening and it had two arms though one ended in something that looked like a tuning fork and the other in a tube full of tentacles. It’s large round boilerplate body terminated in several lower segments that had a serpentine quality about them. She could see no wings and had no idea how it had managed to fly but then she had no wings and she could fly.

It’s over all skin was a gray-blue and the texture was rough and warted with items that looked like barnacles or eruptions. “Ugly puss, aren’t you? And none too friendly I am guess from that trail of smoke rising up from the direction you just came from. I had better suit up for this one!” Kameron dropped down the metal stairs as the creature apparently oblivious of her continued to stand and slightly sway perhaps taking in its surroundings.

She had already torn off her blouse holding it in one hand and was about to pop her bra when she saw the red faced repair man still lying on the ground with his hands raised up in front of his face, “W-wouldn’t you like to have dinner with my mom first?”

‘Shit! I had forgotten about ‘Where’s Waldo.’ She bit her lower lip and her fingers paused at the front clasp of her joggling bra. “Ah, look there is a monster here and I am going to run away. I will use my cell phone to call Omega Woman. Ah you should perhaps run away too!” Kameron rushed around the corner of the small shed like building that held the stairwell that accessed the rooftop. She was out of sight of the still prone man and hurriedly unlocked the door yanking it open and then ran past it to hunch down amongst the metal boxes dotting the rooftop. She glanced up over the metal box but could not see any sign of the young repair man.

“Good, no sign of him he is probably half way to his mommy’s house by now,” Kameron stood up keeping one eye on the area in front of the open access door in case Rube suddenly appeared and the other eye on the raised platform where the monster towered above her and the rest of the roof.

Kameron liked to remove all her clothes before she summoned her costume as the transformation process of summoning her Omega Woman costume destroyed any articles of clothing she was wearing and it was kind of both embarrassing and expensive to trounce the monster and then be stuck there in her costume which was usually ripped to shreds with nothing to wear and have to jet back to one of her hidden ‘closets’ or the professors for a change of clothes before heading discretely home.

Kameron popped her three hundred dollar GG-cup straining bra and slipped out of it and wiggled out of her seventy-five dollar black pencil skirt and thirty dollar laced soaked panties and out of her six hundred dollar black high heels tucking all of the clothes including the two hundred dollar silk blouse she had hooked on her right thumb under some insulated pipes. “Now that my clothes are safe,” Kameron stood up and gave a quick look around before making a small leap up into the air and disappearing in a flash of brilliant light. She reappeared a second latter now fully clothed in her Omega Woman costume!

“Alright! Let’s see if tall dark and ugly needs his passport stamped!” with fists clenched Omega Woman flew up in a sweeping arc hovering in front of the thing. She made an effort to stay away from the limb that ended in the bouquet of pink and red tentacles. “Why do all you alien weirdoes always have pussy raping tentacles anyway? Is it like some kind of compensation for having such small peckers?!”

The arm with the tuning fork lashed out but she easily avoided it, “uh oh, that wasn’t a very friendly handshake let me show you how it’s done on MY WORLD!” Omega Woman flew in with fist raised and slammed it into the things head like structure. It was like smacking a building with a wet mackerel.

“Ugh!” Omega Woman shook her hand. “That thing’s skin is like armor plating. Going to have to find a weak spot or else wear it down.” Omega Woman clenched both her hands together and raised them above her head and swung them down at the head like protrusion again.

The creature’s tuning fork arm made a surprisingly fast re-visit and caught her off guard smacking fully in her exposed chest as she was raising her clasped fists for another strike knocking her back like a meteorite where she smashed into one of the ubiquitous satellite dishes on the roof top destroying it. She climbed out of the rubble gasping and pissed, “Your fast for an oversized trash can. I will give you that but I am faster!” And she leapt up into the air where she immediately fell flat upon her face. “UGH! What the-?!”

“It’s your boobs!” Omega Woman turned her head as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked with one eye closed over at the repair man in his faded overalls who was rushing up to her. “It’s your boobs Omega Woman!”

“My what?!” Omega Woman frowned at the man who was breathing heavy after rushing up to her side as she stood up towering over him and brushing off her arms. She gave a quick side long glance at her mighty chest to see if she had been topped but everything was tucked away where it should be. “Stand aside citizen. This is woman’s work!” She leapt up again and once again fell flat on her face. “Oh what the hell?!”

“It’s your boobs’ ma’am.” The rube continued as he helped her up by hooking a hand under her left elbow. “Here let me show you,” and without further ado he smacked her tits with his open hand as hard as he could. “Now try it.”

Omega Woman’s face went crimson and she tried to talk but could only stutter as rage crossed her face but then the monster made a low groan and the helicopter pad echoed it and she turned and leapt into the air and flew back to the creature to land several more blows upon its seemingly impervious body until once again she was knocked across the rooftop this time landing and destroying the air conditioning unit.

Once again she climbed out of the wreckage and leapt into the air to land flat upon her face. The rube was there at her side and pulling her up again as she confusedly cursed, “HARD NIPS!”

“The creature is targeting your power source. It’s the same one that was attacking the dam this morning on the news. It seems to have an instinct of being able to home in on an opponent’s power source.” The man was babbling as he dusted off her body a little too thoroughly.

“Power source? Damn? What in the hard nips are you talking about?!”  Omega Woman rubbed her forehead and staggered as suddenly the man slapped her tits hard again. “What the-?!”

But the monster was obviously ready to move on and was stirring and Omega Woman leaped up into the air and began attacking it again.

Again Omega Woman flirted around the large creature like a fly buzzing around a horse’s ass until the tail flicked and she was again sent sprawling into metal boxes lining the rooftop. The man rushed forward to help her up to her feet again and she rapidly pushed him away, “I swear if you come near my tits again I will-“ The man held up his hands and backed up several steps. “Hard nips! That thing packs a wallop!” Omega Woman shook her head and leapt up into the air only to fall back to her knees and hands. “What the hell is the matter with me today?!”

“The creature is targeting your boobs’ ma’am,” the repair guy answered anxiously.

“What are you talking about?” Omega woman eyed the man who stayed cautiously away from her breasts.

“Well, everyone knows that a super heroines powers come from her breasts. That creature though apparently eyeless seems to be able to zero in on power sources. This morning it was at the hydroelectric dam where it landed and fought off some police officers but it did not attack the dam its self and now it is at the cities hub of government buildings and when it fights you it only strikes at your breasts.”

“So why is it effecting my powers when it knocks me in the tits?” Omega Woman was making somewhat embarrassing little hopping skipping steps about the roof top obviously trying to fly and failing.

“Well when you jar a power source hard enough it disrupts it even if only temporally. Just like an electric motor even a car engine, you hit it hard enough and it sort of stops it or makes it sputter for a while until it recovers.”

“Well, why then do my powers come back when you smack my tits?”

“Oh that’s easy. I used to be a TV repair man and that’s what you do when a set goes on the blink you whack it!” And with that and a large simple smile he reached over and smacked Omega Woman’s tits hard. The super heroine blushed and exclaimed in surprise but then as she muttered and glared at him and leapt up into the air and returned to battle the monster some more.

Three more times she was knocked to earth and three more times she rose and with fist clenched and teeth bared held her arms at her side and let the rube smack her tits for her so she could return to battle.

By the fourth time she was knocked un-ceremonially to the rooftop which was now a battle ground of rubble the creature was obviously feeling the effects of her blows and the excitement in the air was building to an electric pace. “It almost got its tentacles on me that time,” Omega Woman shouted with a bloody lip splatter snarl as she staggered up from the flaming wreckage. “But it’s starting to reel! I hurt it on that last bout! But HARD NIPS! That thing is producing some kind of sonic whirlwind around it now. It’s like fighting in a washing machine. And it not only clobbered my breasts but massaged the hell out of them this time with those gale winds. The girls are completely numb! I don’t think a slap is going to get me back out there, Nails?!”

“I suspected that, Omega Woman! Yee-ha!” Nails shouted as he raced up to her swinging an enormous wrench with both hands. The blow on her tits nearly knocked her unconscious and she was surprised at the orgasm that was trickling up around her ankles threatening to swoosh up and over take her with each of savage repeating blows on her breasts. But she denied the orgasm fighting it down and finding herself on her backside holding up the smoking taters of her ruined clothes and shoes she leapt back up into the air with a vengeance.

“Ah, gee, ah thanks there fix-it guy,” she groaned against the still lingering threat of the orgasm that could strip her of her powers for a half hour or more and with a limp smile playing about her drooling lips and eyes rolling under her fluttering eye lids she staggered through the air to attack the monster again.

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“Professor? professor! Do you think I can you know take these off now?” Omega Woman pointed at the suction cups on her nipples and the wires attached to them as the professor who had been playing some game on his cellphone for the past few minutes looked up at her and got out of his chair.

“Oh! Yes of course. I am sure we got plenty of data now. Hmm, so you say this handy man fellow deduced that your powers were being temporally derailed by direct attacks on your breasts?”

“Yes, he claimed that the creature somehow knew my breasts were the source of my powers and was striking them in order to somehow disable them. And then he would, er, anyway I was able to drive the monster off where it disappeared into the bay. Seeing the threat to the city was over with for the time being I decided to come and see you about this whole weirdness with my powers.”

“Well I must say the boy was surprisingly accurate in his deductions and assumptions. It does appear that there is a weakness in the Aphrodite gene process in that as you know the gene when awakened grants the bearer incredible powers. These powers are produced through a bizarre mixture of produced chemicals and vibrations which are created and stored in the breast tissue. In short the breast cells create the chemical compound and then store it in the milk of the breast where the body consumes it as it needs it to fuel the special powers.”

The doctor played tug of war with the suction cups and Omega Woman’s nipples as he continued to talk. “As you know an intense orgasm can disrupt the ability of the body to process the milk properly and strip the super heroine of her powers. And a good milking can weaken her powers as well. The breast in response to a milking increases the breast tissue immediately in the form of massive swelling in order to create rapidly more milk and thus more power for the super heroine in her time of need. It also increases the breast tissue slightly permanently for future such needs. Basically it seems to understand it did not have enough gas to get the super heroine through the task at hand so it makes a bigger gas tank as it were in face of future needs.”

The suction cups came off with very loud pops. “Now, this new data shows that if the breasts are molested or mauled or knocked around significantly then similar to an orgasm or milking the super heroine cannot properly process and use her powers. It is different in that the orgasm leaves the super heroine dazed in mind and weak in body so she instantly realizes and is aware of her predicament and a good milking also leaves a super heroine feeling very weak and again she is aware of her lack of accessing her powers. But this attack on the breasts is a bit more sinister as it leaves the super heroine completely unaware her powers have been temporarily compromised. She feels fine. She is ready to head right back into that battle, but in reality she has lost all her super powers for a short time. This of course is very dangerous.”

“Funny how I never really noticed it before,” Omega Woman looked down at her breasts where the professor was absently twisting her nipples and cleared her throat.

“Oh yes, well I dare say, that the unique shape of your opponents arm such as a tuning fork probably had very prominent effects on your breasts ability to process your powers. Remember it is both chemical AND a sort of vibrations at the subatomic level that produce these powers. But that aside I imagine your powers have often been switched off by a strong breast attack but you probably didn’t notice them as they would usually occur after you have been nearly defeated and about to be raped.”

“HUMPH!” Omega Woman made a sour face at the mention of her being raped and cleared her throat again and when the professor looked at her she motioned down with her eyes TWICE until he noticed his fingers twisting her nips and breathed an ‘OH’ and let go.

“So is this something I should be worried about?” Omega Woman began to tuck her hard nipples back into her costumes top.

“Why yes, I would say so. The more advanced the power structure the more fine-tuned the engine so to speak. With your flight and such you are at the upper tier of the Aphrodite gene pool and thus much more prone to a breast attack causing your engine to sputter. Ms. Americana on the other hand has to use a power belt to create sympathetic vibrations to fully trigger her power level so she would notice a breast attack that shorted out her powers less than you would and it would have less effect upon her and it would last for less time as well. And the young Shield who is even a lower grade of Aphrodite gene super heroine would notice it even less and its effects would be even fewer and shorter yet. Oh my! It would have a devastating effect on Breast Woman! Why a focused breast assault upon her mighty mams might de-power her for several minutes if not longer?! And it might trigger the dreaded breast-gasm which is ten times more powerful and deliberating than a normal toe curling orgasm! I will have to send for her and begin a series of stress tests on her tits at once!”

Omega Woman smiled at hearing Breast Woman would be even more put out by this new found wrinkle in their Aphrodite armor and hummed. “You’ll have to let me know how those tests go doctor. Ugh! Did you have to milk me dry so many times for your experiments? My top barely fits now!” Omega Woman gave up the hopeless task of tucking her nipples away into her too small cup of her costume top and let them perch along the lip dripping their milk drops like flowers after a spring rain.

“Well, er, yes,” the professor held up his coffee cup. “We were all out of creamer!”

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