The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment.

Power Girl is one of my favorite mainstream super heroines. She was one of the first super heroines allowed to acknowledge that she was a woman and not just some cardboard male cut out persona with tits. Well, latter catwoman gets her claws in there every now and then… but only Power Girl got to use her womanly whiles freely at first and in turn was used as a constant touchstone of sexual double entendre jokes.

You would NEVER think of asking Wonder Woman to flash her cleavage at some desk goon to distract him as all you would get is a black eye and her utter bitter refusal, but Power Girl is asked to do just such things in almost every adventure she appears in and does them with an eye roll smirk. It is Power Girl who gets gawked at by horny teens wearing X-ray glasses; it is Power Girl who launched the now worldwide famous line, “my eyes are up here!” and it is only Power Girl who at first is the only female super heroine who gets to actually acknowledge that she has tits and is a sexy lusted after woman.

From the beginning with Frezetta’s pencils Power Girl seemed to follow an unwritten law that no other super heroine in the D.C. universe would have bigger boobs than her and that no other woman character would be allowed to use or make comment upon her sexual existence other than her in her day to day surroundings. To be blunt before Power Girl all other super heroines would be drawn as sex bombs but talk and be surrounded by male characters and a male dominated universe that would utterly ignore this. It was only with Power Girl that mainstream comics broke down the fourth wall of female sexuality and started to speak and talk about Power Girl as if she really was a woman and not some oddly deformed man. Sure this came in the form of constant sexual slurs and lusty visual puns, but the entire feminist talk/walk and ‘girl-power’ of modern comics was spring boarded from this first mainstream character who was alone of them all allowed to be ‘seen’ and talked about as a real sexual persona of female being. From her ‘boob-window’ to her use of sexual womanly whiles to distract and befuddle male adversaries, this single character who is THE most physically powerful invulnerable female character in the entire D.C. universe matched only by Super Man himself, we have all of the roots of the latter militant feminist spewing of Wonder Woman and of the latter Cat Woman’s ultra-self-reliance and her own sexual knowing persona. It all comes from this first little flaxen haired big busted lusted after 60’s sex bomb, this water cooler little hottie in the tight fuzzy sweater sectary glasses and big wide eyed puzzlement frowning and sexy pursed lip pout at and aware of her own chest’s ‘head-light art’.

I mention all of this as Mr. X has taken some of the famous super heroines of the mainstream past and made these cookie cutter prototypes into some very original and fresh characters of his own composition over the decades. And one of these was Power Girl who he broke the champagne bottle upon her prominent bows and called, Power Lass. Unlike his other now famous creations, Power Lass never seemed to catch on as a regular character. I have no idea why? As the idea of an invulnerable character with unmatchable strength seems to just scream major story potential! Occasionally I try to re-interest the always busy and idea over spilling Mr. X with this back burner character of his creation but he has so many pokers in the fire as it were that it is like trying to interest a drowning man in a glass of water. Still I keep trying as I still consider his Power Lass as a very potent plot possible character with more than a few laugh potentials as well; and let’s face it we ARE talking super heroine sex here and what is more likely to be listed under super heroine sex object in the dictionary of smut: Wonder Woman or Power Girl? The thing is almost every character in the Mr. X universe is aware of her sexuality and the lusts it generates around her and uses this in almost every story to her sometimes questionable advantage, so that original aspect of the source material is well not so original at all. But I still believe in this character and with the new re-writes X is doing at Danger Babe, I think she may have a second wind coming on in these new fresh beginnings? Or so I hope. So what follows, is just some Power Lass story done for fun and maybe to tempt the grindstone of Mr. X to create one of his awesome super keen poser comic short stories in the future using what I think might be a truly great fun character full of promise and potential! Not to mention some of the biggest tits in Delta City! ‘Nuff said! Rook.

POWER LASS

POWER LASS: in “ALL THE KING’S MEN”

Power lass held the bomb in her outstretched arms before her and shouted at the fleeing screaming citizens racing pell-mell from her in the topsy-turvy mall. “Don’t worry people I have found the foul device! Now I will fly it away to safely dispose of it before it-“ there was a sudden loud shuddering explosion. “…blows.” Power Lass looked down at her outstretched now empty hands held at chest level and the now smoldering acidic cloud of smoke where the bomb used to be. “Wow! That thing nearly blew my tits off!” She coughed at the swirling smoke and peered about her; several people where picking themselves up off the ground or from under the wreckage of over turned vender carts, but no one seemed hurt.

Power Lass looked down at her own invulnerable body and groaned, “Ugh! Not again?! What good is it to be invulnerable if my costume isn’t?” Sure enough not only were her expensive satin blue gauntlet gloves nothing but a few smoldering shreds hanging loosely off her ivory unblemished hands and arms and her white skin tight sleeves of her body suit now full of smoky holes but the entire front of her costume was gone leaving her full round huge gravity defying double KK cup breasts completely exposed. Her ever hard thumb sized nipples set upon her always puffy raised-up areolas smoldered and smoked and she reached back and pinched them out with a muffled sizzling sound. “Just great… every time I get into a situation on patrol it always costs me a suit and that is expensive! These special made white leotards don’t come cheap! And they never make the chest area big enough to hold my ‘girls’. I always have to cut out a huge hole to give them some ‘breathing’ room or they won’t fit at all! Geesh! I hope I have one last costume ready to go back at my apartment or I will have to cut out all patrols until my next paycheck and that is over two weeks away!” Power Lass raised up one arm and draped it meekly over her exposed breasts and raised the other arm straight up, fist held high, aside her shoulder length bob cut flaxen gold hair and shot up into the air soaring up and out of the still crumbling explosion created fresh hole above her in the mall roof as the smoke swirled in lazy curlicues in the vapor trails of her blurred passage as people coughed and staggered about in the ruins of the mall blinking in confusion and shock.

Power Lass flew through the early morning sun lit air with one arm punching forward and her other arm’s forearm clamped tight across one large areola and it’s pert nipple and it’s open hand clasped tight and splayed over the other wide areola and tingling nipple as the wind tossed her short blonde hair about her face causing her to narrow her wide light gray eyes and smile at the thrill and excitement she always felt at flight. Her left leg, naked from knee high blue slouch boot to her high cut white leotard instinctively raised up her knee into a crouched cocked position as her right leg stretched out to a toe point as she increased her speed and raced back to her apartment several miles away. “I guess that wasn’t an entire ‘bust’,” She smirked and giggled. “I did manage to find the bomb even if I did not entirely get it clear of the building before it blew.” She arced to her right and made several cork-screw turns and let go of her huge firm melons as she punched both fist forward and increased her speed dramatically as the smile broadened across her young freckled face.

Now an almost indecipherable blur across the sun streaked sky she zipped down low through just stirring streets and bum hacking alleyways until she stopped up short upon the fire escape of her apartment and slipped in casually through the half raised window and remembering this time to take care not to get tangled up in her lace white curtains in the process of entering her bed room. She closed the window behind her and pulled down the window blind just in case her usual peeping tom neighbors who watched her windows like a hawk had taken the day off from work or school. She didn’t mind the local teen boys pulling themselves through the awkward angst of puberty with peeks at her naked body, in fact she proudly saw it almost as part of her civic duty to let them wank while ogling her ‘perfect’ form and as such increased her natural tendency to walk and exercise about her apartment naked as much as possible; but she had to jealously guard her secret identity as Power Lass and always used her super speed to both exit and enter her apartment window so as to escape their lusty glare. And she kept the blinds drawn whenever she was in costume or dressing up or out of her outfit. Though as she looked down at her nearly naked front and bit a lip. She realized it might be hard to say if she was either in or out of her costume at the moment?

There was little hope of salvaging much of her costume as it came off in shredded pieces as she disrobed. Even the ridiculously expensive blue slouch boots were scorched beyond buffing or shoe polish repair. Her red shoulder cape seemed alright and the gold rope braid with its gold clasp broach seemed fine which was a savings account saving sigh of relief. But the gloves where gone and the white body suit leotard was hopelessly Swiss cheesed beyond repair. The belt was alright though it would need a good cleaning and some polish on the gold orb buckle. She set the salvable items aside on her small single bed and tossed the remnants of the others into the trash in the kitchen. Only her bed room had a window so she walked freely and naked now around her very small apartment taking a swig of milk out of the carton before replacing it in the ancient white fridge and then venturing into her cramped bathroom for a quick once over in her only large mirror which was located over the frustratingly slow draining sink. Being invulnerable there was little chance of the explosion having done any harm to her and in fact even the golden downy hairs on her arms were un-phased by the blast, but she gave herself the once over and pursed her lips at her thick patch of golden pubic hair that desperately needed a trim and then gave her chin length bangs some finger combs and sneered at her freckles and then shook her head and left the bathroom with its lone bulb light still blazing.

She returned to her bed room and opened the walk in closet removing a cardboard box from the above shelf and putting it on her bed and opening the flaps of the box. There was one white leotard left out of the special order dozen she had paid for last month. She sighed and removed the lone garment and unfolded it and then carefully approached the dress designers dummy set up in the corner of the bed room behind a lone plastic plant. She pulled the mannequin out of the corner and into the center of the room and then very carefully detached the headless armless body and slipped the white leotard over the dummy’s form. She re-attached the dummy using the leg openings and some clamps to the stand and then returned to the closet where she removed a very large bra from a plastic tote that also contained sewing materials which she tossed haphazardly onto her bed and then proceeded to pull down the white garment over the armless mannequins’ form and place the large bra over the already busty dummy’s torso. She then vanished from the room and re-entered the kitchen from which one could hear the refrigerator door open and close and soon she returned into the bed room caring two large melons which she quickly inserted into the fit to burst bra! It was then the struggle of several minutes of tugging and wiggling to get the white leotard carefully up and over the stuffed bra top and back up into proper place. She returned to the semi-see through white plastic tote now sitting upon her bed and returned with a black stretch tank top which she slipped on over the white leotard upon the dummy. The black tank top had an oval cut out upon its chest and she carefully used a chalk pencil to trace this cutout onto the surface of the white leotard. Once finished she removed the black tank top and tossed it behind her into the open plastic tote. And then she retrieved a brown tissue paper oval from the same tote and carefully pinned it into place over the drawn oval making sure to check the centering with a cloth tape measure and lining it up to the already traced oval pattern she had traced upon the garments surface.

With the paper pinned in place she sighed and gently removed the mannequin from the stand and the leotard from the dummy and took the garment over to her sewing machine which was secreted behind her exercising equipment and aerobics area of her bed room. She set the leotard upon the sewing machine arm and went into her small kitchen to fetch a chair. Setting the chair down in front of the machine she set the serge/cutter/seem controls and carefully set to work. It took several hours all in all but she finally had her completed altered white leotard body suit. Now she could at least go on a night patrol even with scorched boots as no one would really notice her boots as long as she kept her chest thrust out in front of her smiling face. She would need gloves though! But that had been her last pair! So a quick run to the haberdashery and a few groceries and then a nap before the night patrol! What a way for a girl to spend her day off and the last of her savings! Ugh!

Grinning from ear to ear at her crazy life Power Lass headed for her apartment door stopping herself just as she opened it and suddenly remembering she was still stark naked she quickly closed the door after giving a few startled men in the hallway waiting for the elevator a nervous smile and wink and then walked stiff legged and somewhat mortified back to her bed room to put on her civilian clothes and grab her purse!

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Ms. Americana and Flag Girl walked carefully around the exhibit watching the bustling men in their white calf length smocks and white gloves and not really managing to stay out of the way as the nervous but happy owner tried to wave workmen around them and at the same time try to herd the two super heroines with smiles and bows and arm gestures to his office.

“I must admit these are the most realistic wax statues I have ever seen.” Ms. Americana stopped and placed a hand on her hip which she tossed out to one side as she pondered the image of herself.

“It’s like looking into some kind of three dimensional Alice in Wonderland mirror!” Flag Girl gapped at her own wax statue in its hands on hip pose as the work men carefully stepped back from brushing the hair and applying finishing touches and removing the packaging materials and straps and crates in the background.

“No, no, not wax. This is a special concoction of my ‘own’ creation. Well, of the good Doctor’s creation but financed by me and patented by me and owned by me. You see watch now,” the short balding round man pushed past the two super heroines and fetched a ring from a metal box filled with gray plastic foam and several slots cut into the foam for rings to fit snuggly in place. The man excitedly put on the ring and then clearing his throat and putting on a serious look struck a pose of hands on hips and the statue of Ms. Americana struck a pose of hands on hips. Both Ms. Americana and Flag Girl involuntarily gasped as their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. The man still in his serious concentrating face now made a pose of his own body where he had one leg straight back behind him and one crouched and leaning forward with the left arm couched to his side and his right arm straight out before him as if throwing a lurching punch. The statue of Ms. Americana quickly adopted the identical pose. The short fat man in the three piece suit quickly stood up and sighed as he pulled out a pocket square and dabbed his profusely sweating face with it. “You see, it takes a tremendous concentration of numbers and corresponding mental commands to make the statues move into new positions but as you can see it is truly wonderful and worth it!”

“That is truly amazing! May I see the ring?” Ms. Americana held out her hand to the man who was putting away his damp handkerchief.

“But of course! It is one of the greatest of inventions for the public entertainment; always fresh new poses for the exhibits, but costly too!” The man wiggled the ring off his finger and dropped it into Ms. Americana’s outstretched gloved palm with a wide smile.

Ms. Americana held up the ring before her narrowed eyes and scrutinized it as she turned it this way and that, “Fascinating.” She quickly pushed the ring on to her finger and struck a hands on hip pose but the statue did not move. She tried a side kick, nothing. A double hammer swing punch, nothing again.

The rotund man chuckled. “I am afraid to move the statue requires a set of memorized code of numbers and images. One could say that it is like learning a language all its own. Otherwise all the statues would always look like this,” and he adopted a pose of him standing there miming taking off a ring from his finger, “see?”

“Yes of course,” Ms. Americana held up her gloved hand with the ring on it and rotated her splayed fingers before her face. “What is the range of these rings?”

“Ah, I see where you are going with this.” The short fat man waved his hands in front of his face and grinning stepped up close to the pair of super heroine statues and pointed with a sweeping back hand to the large metallic dials upon which the figures stood. “This is the power source for the animatronic models of Professor Galitoria’s Museum of Adventure and Fantasy! This little stand here upon which the models, er, well stand… If you remove them from this housing they go like this,” he stood suddenly straight up stiff with his hands ridged at his sides. So you see it is not possible that these creations could say knock you on the head and take your place like in the late movies, no? No, they are also very hard to move. It takes very much concentration and is quiet exhausting, days to get them all in place and posed. Inside the life-like flesh is a bone rig of steel and wires and receivers it is very complicated and very expensive, but worth it!” The man smiled broadly under his comb-over greased and oiled black hair and he held out his hand politely before the still frowning super heroine as his large waxed mustache danced above his broad smile.

“And you created all of this yourself?” Ms. Americana slid the ring off her finger and dropped it into the thick fingered palm held open before her just inches from her large spherical ever quivering breasts.

“Wha- no I am more a manager not a laborer, but I own it all. Just me and no one else… Why have you heard something different?” The man took the ring and carefully put it back into the foam slot in the metal case.

“You mentioned a doctor? Is he responsible for these amazing creations? I would like to meet him, the technology is rather advanced and interesting.” Ms. Americana smiled at the slightly humped back of the short man as he turned his head half over his round shoulder.

“Sadly the doctor could not make the trip with us this time. He remains in his lab working always working but that is what makes him happy. And I am afraid he could not discuss the workings of these as you say amazing creations as it is I and I alone who owns their secrets. And I am afraid I must guard those secrets as they are all very costly but worth it!” The man quickly closed the metal case and spun its locks as it snapped shut.

“So many rings,” Flag Girl removed her gloved finger from her mouth with a loud sucking ‘pop’! “You must have trained all these guys to help you move the statues for the big opening.”

“Ah, no little one, but that is a very acute guess, but no. each statue requires its own unique ring to make it function. The base thoughts, the base language, are the same for every statue so you see the ring must be set at its own frequency otherwise all the statues would have the same pose, yes?” The man’s voice had softened again as he spoke to the blonde sidekick and he smiled at her like a proud father and hummed. “You see not only can those who have learned the language and possess the correct ring set up a pose but these little wonders can learn short brief movements… choreographed action moves to entertain and awe our paying guests! See is most profitable! Yours will do this!” He made a serious face and pointed in front of him and then smacked his fist into his open hand and then put his fists upon his hips, “ha! See? Most fun, yes?” And Flag Girl beamed a smile back at him as he hugged her shoulders, as she and Ms. Americana looked in wonder at the two inert statues.

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“There she is,” the man in the tan car looked out his driver’s side window and nodded his fedora covered short Brilcream slicked sandy hair head sharply which caused his ray-ban shades to fly off his face and out the window into the busy street where they were promptly ran over by a speeding taxi cab. Non-pulsed the man reached into his tightly buttoned up trench coat pocket and pulled out another pair of sun glasses and put them on his chiseled featured face.

“Right,” the man in the passenger seat muttered as he punched his finger furiously at the touch screen of his power pad, he wore no sunglasses and a bright blue t-shirt that said in glow in the dark letters, “The CIA is cool! Spooks do it in the dark!” “Okay, got her! Sat-com is pulling her file up now… Karen Clark… freelance reporter currently working as a cub reporter for the Delta City Globe… won a few awards… age 19 now a year fresh out of high school… valedictorian… editor of her high school newspaper… actually cracked a chop shop ring expose by going under cover while still a high school senior! Wow!... no further education… she grew up in the Glendale Orphanage no info on her parents no other living relatives… height five eight… that was before her Aphrodite gene kicked in so she is bound to be a bit taller… and weight one hundred and twenty five pounds and again that is pre-gene awakening so ditto on that... and check this out, gives her measurements as thirty eight double DD – twenty four – and thirty eight?! HA! Obviously that is pre-gene activation as well… the thermal scanner in the trunk is pulling in numbers at… well she has some real wobblers there and wearing a lot of layered clothes but it is guessing a mind melting thirty eight double KK cup?!... a slimmer twenty two waist… and a full round pert thirty eight for the hips… looks like she may have added an inch or two to the height and I am sure those chest cannons of hers has added a few pounds to her weight… ah Caucasian, no brainer there… eyes are green… hair is strawberry blonde… looks like a sort of bob cut to me… ahhh lists her old address as the orphanage so that needs to be updated as well… not a lot more info in the file… mostly portfolio stuff and lists of her literary journalism awards… no known contacts with red flag viable targets and no questionable money sources…. In fact she is broke… getting the new address now… she is living in the Market Street apartment complex, so yeah again poor… nasty dangerous neighborhood really especially for a young beautiful girl like her.”

“Not if you are an Aphrodite gene super woman,” the man in the hat snarled and pulled out a pack of cigarettes he flicked his wrist to pop up a cig to catch it in his mouth but nothing popped out of the pack so he flicked his wrist harder and the entire pack flew out of his hand landing in the street where it was promptly ran over by a speeding taxi cab. The man pulled a pack of gum out of his breast coat pocket and nodded at the man in the passenger seat which caused his sun glasses to fly off his face and smack the man in the chest who cringed back in surprise. “So let’s keep a close watch on our Miss Karen Clark and her active Aphrodite gene cells and see just which super heroine she actually is? Shall we?” The man pulled another pair of sun glasses out of his trench coat and placed them on his thin lipped grim smile face, dumping out his entire pack of stick gum into his lap in the process.

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“Great Liberty! Wha-what are those men doing?!” Ms. Americana howled and jabbed a gauntlet gloved hand in the direction behind the self-appointed ‘Professor’ Galitoria who was escorting the two super heroines out of his small office and back into the large exhibit hall and to its locked exit plastered with ‘No Press!’ and posters of the soon promised grand opening of the exhibit.

Mr.Galitoria looked around in quick alarm and then chuckled and smiled and blushed, “I am afraid the costumes on your two statues must be replaced to represent the new out fits you two are now wearing. You see we left the continent with these older style costumes and now we have just finished these more current uniforms so yes, they are updating your attire for the grand opening.”

“But they are stripping us naked in-in- well public!” Ms. Americana’s already shocked expression was greatly increased with a deep blush as she watched several of the white smocked men remove first her bra and then bending the statue over at the waist by the direction of one of their members who bent over at the waist wearing the ring and sweating from the concentration; she was struck speechless as her panties were unceremoniously yanked down her body revealing her star shaped pubes!

Flag Girl squealed and put both her fists to her open mouth as another man wearing a ring and covered from sweat at his concentration lifted first one leg and then another as two men yanked down the Flag Girl panties revealing her smoothly shaved naked snatch!

“They are atomically correct! Nipples! Couchies! MY sweet land of liberty it even has my secret pubic star!” Ms. Americana slapped her gloved hand to her forehead as she pointed with a shaking finger.

“Ah well I do not think you mean atomic but yes we scour every source material for exacting measurements and such to make everything as realistic as possible, very expensive, but worth it!” The short heavy set man rocked back and forth on his shiny black leather shoes.

“But how on earth did you find out about my secret ‘wishing star’?!” Ms. Americana was torn between rage and shock and whispering and shouting.

“Oh that we get off the official boy scout web page… lots of pictures… very detailed close-ups, yes.” The man looked back and forth from the men busy stripping the two super heroines and the two shocked super heroines watching in squirming disbelief and clasped his hands behind his back as he continued rocking in place in increasing confused unease.

“Oh my gwad! He has his hand on my ass!” Flag Girl screamed and slapped her gloved hands to the sides of her blushing rosy apple cheeks.

“Wha? Now that is indeed serious! Deter! Do not lean on the statues! You should know better than that! They are very expensive works of art! And Hines! Remember always with the safety goggles! Those oversized nipples on Flag Girl could easily put out your eyes!” The short man hummed and shook his head as he looked back at the two mortified super heroines, “it is so hard to get good help these days, yes?”

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Karen Clark adjusted her large eye glasses on her small nose and gave the tan car with its two passengers a good looking over in the large shop windows reflection of the street scene behind her. It was the usual pair, the ones who had been following her since high school graduation. They showed up every six months or so it seemed for about a week of tailing her and then vanished.

When Karen had graduated from Delta City High School she had been lead into a small side room along with all the other female seniors in her class and told she would have to undergo a medical test before she would be allowed to march out in her graduation gown and collect her diploma. And so like all the other girls in her graduating class she had stripped off her top and when it was her turn she inserted her breasts into a strange machine with two plastic saline lined metal tubes in it. There had been a moment of incredible painful suction and then waves and waves of intense pleasure as she felt her breasts let down and her Aphrodite gene milk begun to flow in orgasmic spurts.

All women possess some minute amounts of dormant Aphrodite gene laced tissue in their breasts, but in Delta City the women seemed to possess this tissue in large abundance. The gene in large amounts causes the woman to have increased healing and some increased strength even in its dormant stage and increased beauty as well. It also can be milked out of the breast tissue by incredible suction or several intense forced orgasms or trigged by natural or even unnatural pregnancies.

Aphrodite gene milk is different from the milk the breast produces to feed offspring in pregnancies. It is thicker, sweeter, and contains the ability to pass on its increased healing and strength abet in weakened form and for short durations to any who consume it. It can be processed and changed into many other forms of beneficial drugs and is highly prized on the black market. As such processing of Aphrodite gene milk has been made illegal in most civilized countries so as to lower the threat of white slavery for those possessing it in significant amounts in their breast tissue.

When her first splashes of seamen like Aphrodite gene milk came thrumming out of her breasts the tit-gasm that hit her nearly knocked her out as her suddenly wet thighs clamped together and her knees turned to water. Nurses had to help her continue to stand as the machine suckled and suckled at her tingling tits. When the machine finally released her she had to be helped into the next room by the nurses as she dizzily waited with the other wobbly girls in her post euphoria throbbing orgasm weakness until her name was called and she back in her gown stumbled her drooling wide smile self-back out into the auditorium to receive her diploma and handshake from the stern faced principle.

The whole bizarre idea had been to set up as a way to track potential Aphrodite gene super heroines. The governor, the mayor, the school board had all approved it without bothering to mention it to the parents or students in hopes of getting a handle on the growing ‘super heroine’ problem. And when those parents found out their little darlings had been ‘milked’ in order to get their diplomas the law suits came in by the bus loads. The governor, the mayor, and the entire school board found themselves with hats in hand in the unemployment line and owing millions of personal money in class action law suits.

Karen’s had been the only class subjected to the forced milking; the entire program had been shut down before the onslaught tidal wave of public outcry and furious street protesting rage. But for her and her classmates, who had undergone it, there was still her secret file of her studied milk sample and her file said her milk contained extremely high quantities of Aphrodite dormant genes.

And though the program was long over and shut down she was still followed every six months by the two goons in the car. She knew what they were looking for; sudden increased breast growth, increased beauty, high constant discharge of sexual pheromones, increased height, and all the tell-tale signs of an active Aphrodite gene and thus the birth of yet another super heroine in the city! But unless they actually witnessed her using super powers, caught her red handed changing in or out of her costume, they could suspect all they wanted but could prove nothing. Besides it was not illegal to be a super heroine, the male dominated government just seemed to live in constant worry and fear of these liberated powerful women who served true justice outside of their control and personal agenda laws. And were desperate to find some way to harness them or destroy them.

Karen adjusted her glasses one last time and proceeded down the busy street side walk in a steady bouncing busty gait. It was like having two pit bulls fighting on her chest the way her huge breasts leapt about with every stride and she tried not to notice all the men who in wide eyed gaze walked their sudden erections blindly into fire hydrants and concrete planters and fell in agony on the ground all around her; it was not easy being Karen Clark the eye magnate of every horny male around her, but as the super heroine Power Lass she was one of the few super heroines who did not wear a mask. Her super powers made her invulnerable, the only such super heroine other than perhaps Omega Woman who could lay claim to that. She could fly even in outer space where she could hold her breath for hours on end, her body being able to easily handle the extreme conditions of outer space including its radiation and cold and pressures and vacuums. Her strength was almost unnerving, the newspapers used tags like; ‘planet crushing punches’. She had no idea what her true limits were. She emitted powerful sexual pheromones that allowed her to easily sway both male and female people she met and they even caused animals and plants to rather mate with her than eat her! All in all between her low cut costume with her ample tits on rampant display and her pheromones scrambling up the minds of everyone she met she had little need for a mask in her super heroine persona. But she also had a strong hypnotic gaze ability that allowed her to easily ‘mask’ the details of her appearance to any who around her regardless if they were looking directly at her when she willed it or not. In addition to her hypnotic vision she possessed a sex-vision which allowed her to look at any person even the back of them and cause them to have a spontaneous orgasm. This was surprisingly useful on males who were left dazed and disoriented and staggering away to hide their shameful wet stain on their pants, and not so useful on women who could more readily hide their orgasms and continue with their tasks after a brief few cobweb head shakes. She also had a heat vision and x-ray vision and she could blow a powerful wind out of her lungs that was very cold and could freeze things in its blast. She also possessed super speed which came in very useful as it just did now as she blurred away as soon as both men looked down in the car apparently retrieving a doughnut the man in hat and sunglasses had dropped. She stopped up short in front of the place where she bought her gloves about seven blocks away from the men in the car in about a heartbeat with her high heels lightly smoking.

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“But I don’t understand why are we breaking back into this old converted train station that creepy fat professor is using to set up and house his automaton exhibits? I would have thought you had enough of this place this morning what with all those goons stripping our ‘exhibits’ bare and all?” Flag Girl half growled and half whined as she looked sourly around her at the dark building and its pools of cool pale moon light streaming in from the large glass ring of windows running along the raised dome in the center of the expansive tiled room.

“That’s exactly why we ARE here Flag Girl, to make sure that those losers don’t get another chance to put their filthy paws all over our hot and sexy robot bods again!” Ms. Americana slid down the repel line and looked back up at her team mate as her boots clicked upon the marble floor of the once opulent downtown train station now being converted by Professor Galitora into his display hall of neo-wax figures.

“Hey, shouldn’t we come back tomorrow and talk to the little fat man if we want him to stop his horny henchmen from touching our wax goodies? I mean the place is empty, there is no one here but the display dummies?” Flag Girl slide down the rope and landed with a pout of confusion next to her taller bustier mentor.

“The exhibit opens tomorrow and talking won’t do any good to a greasy little meat ball like that. All he cares about is money, lots of it. And no amount of single payment is going to make up for what he can imagine or desire he can earn over years and years of both his permanent display here in Delta City and his proposed traveling exhibits shutting along the country side. And I for one don’t intend to allow that fat little butterball to have an exact replica of me right down to my pubic star being set up on display in ever changing ‘positions’ for all the common gawkers to drool over and take snaps at!” Ms. Americana moved away from the repel line and away from the ring of large marble columns that lined the domes lip and past the lesser exhibits set along the wall into the center of the dome with its pools of light and the prime exhibits set up there.

“Huh, okay but I still don’t understand what we- hey that’s stealing!” Flag Girl followed her guardian in a mirrored half crouch before yanking her finger out of her mouth and shouting out her realization. “You’re planning on taking those statues from that little billiard ball of a man!”

“It’s not stealing! And keep your voice down! We are just going to remove the two figures of us from this premise and take them back to the Ms. Americana cave for safe keeping.” Ms. Americana hushed her companion and tried to wave her back into her mirrored crouched position from her hands on hip defiant standing wide leg stance.

But Flag Girl merely crossed her arms under her ample bosom and continued in her loud voice, “taking things that don’t belong to you from someone else without their consent or permission is called; STEALING!”

Ms. Americana stood up right and adopted a similar pose facing her ward, “okay fine. So when sales are a little sluggish in say a year or two in say some little back water berg like say Des Moines Iowa and the good professor decides to liven up the Ms. Americana and Flag Girl exhibit by oh I don’t know say by removing the knickers and just leaving the micro mini skirt of the Flag Girl model while having her poised bent over at the waist adjusting her boot. Well you won’t have a problem with that will you?”

Flag Girl gasped in shock as her face blushed and she yanked down on her skirt hem with both red gloved hands. She made a high pitched shriek and in a trembling quiet voice wheezed, “de-pantied in Des Moines?!”

Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow, “not to mention the donkey show in Amarillo Texas. I imagine your Flag Girl collector edition Barbie dolls will sell well down there with their new ‘bridle accessory’. In fact-“

“Alright! Let’s beat the ball snot out of that little porker and get those statues back!” Flag Girl thrust her gloved fist with finger raised up into the air and started to march powerfully past the queen of justice who smirked and shook her head and added her own smiling ‘alright then’ as she followed the red faced blonde teen into the shadowy center of the room.

“Hey, where are we?!” Flag Girl stopped up short before the empty raised dials as Ms. Americana paused next to her and stared at the patriotic hued bunting and small bronze plaque stating: ‘Ms. Americana the queen of justice and Flag Girl the lass of liberty.’

“We seem to be missing.” Ms. Americana tapped her forefinger upon her proud chin as her other hand cupped her elbow and frowned.

Suddenly the large over head lights began to pop on as professor Galitoria’s voice could be faintly heard from behind the maze of large statues of neo-wax dinosaurs that lined the main entrance, “right this way gentlemen. The Ms. Americana exhibit is our shinny star attraction and I want you to have first looks at it Mr. Mayor and Police commissioner Bordon!”

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Power Lass stopped up short in sudden confusion. She had blurred to the sound of the small muffled explosion that her super hearing had detected but upon landing outside the deserted back parking lot of the electronics warehouse she was surprised to see Ms. Americana and Flag Girl emerge from the smoking hole and not a bunch of thugs.

“Oh, I heard the blast, guess you and Flag Girl got here first. So you got everything under control here, Ms. Americana?”

Ms. Americana and Flag Girl both nodded their heads in silent unison at the flaxen haired teen as she landed softly next to them.

“Well then, I will be off, er good talking to you.” Power Lass leapt up into the air but then paused and looked back twisting her limber hour glass body to face the two super heroines who stood motionless and eyed the large sacks of loot in their hands. “Wait a minute… my x-ray vision shows that you two are nothing but elaborate robots!”

A laser beam shot out of both Ms. Americana’s  and Flag Girl’s eyes, surprising and momentarily stunning Power Lass as she winced back and with raised arms before turning back to the two doppelgangers just in time to get a face full of a rusted steel trash dumpster! The impact sent the young inexperienced teen super heroine spinning through the three a.m. night air and smacking into a utility pole which snapped from the concussion of the blow. Power Lass struggled to her feet snapping the power lines with arms as she grimaced from the blue crackle of electricity shocking her mighty form.

“Ugh! You may be strong but I am by far the stronger!” Power Lass snapped off the last cruelly biting power line entangling her young sumptuous body and a wash in more searing laser eye beam flew through the air like a cruse missile and smacked into both super heroine robots with her planet crushing fists! The impact snapped the Flag Girl robot’s head off and it went spinning back through the smoldering hole in the side of the building. Power Lass booted the headless side kick aside as she grabbed both arms of the robot of Ms. Americana and head butted her which caused her steel neck to snap and her head still spurting laser beams from her eyes to loll back half severed from her body. “I don’t know what your game is but I am definitely finishing it right now!” and with that the world’s bustiest crime fighter snapped off both of the Ms. Americana’s arms.

Then to her shock and horror the top which had been yanked down with the arms violent removal and thus exposing the jugs of justice which in turn began to geyser forth a green gas from its raised pert nipples! “By the comet which birthed me! Chloroform gas! I must… get… away.” Within seconds the blonde powerhouse had succumbed to the gas, managing only to stagger a few halting strides before she had fallen to the ground helpless and passed out.

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“And there gentlemen they are! Ms. Americana and Flag Girl or that is to say the most life like duplicates of that famous duo in the world down to the most exacting detail!” Galitoria laughed and waved in pride at the two figures up on the dials before him. “And now Mister Mayor and Commissioner Bordon and all you dignified men of honor and esteem and er of wealth, may I introduce Miss Bunny and Miss Lucky two very talented let us say women of the night who have gone through the somewhat difficult task of learning how to manipulate these two super heroine animatronics with those two rings you now see them putting on their fingers. They will ensure your entertainment tonight with first a nice strip tease and then of course for all of you who have paid the additional five thousand a chance to have sex with these two delightful super heroine sluts! Yes every man’s fantasy now yours to be most real and perfect exacting detail pleasure, no? Ha!” And with that the two women hookers began to grind and move and strip off their own identical garments of the two super heroines, while slowly at first the two super heroine statues began to mime the movements and do the same.

Mr. Galitoria beamed a wide self-satisfied smile as he watched the men in their tuxedos begin to unzip their pants and proceed to line up to the two now naked super heroine robots who mirrored the two women wearing the rings; Ms. Americana to Lucky who was bent over at the waist and holding her wide stiff knee stance as the Senator began to insert his cock into queen of justice who mouthed an ‘O’ on her red sweating startled face and then began to mimic the hooker as she pumped and crock screwed her hips back and forth in rapid unison. And Flag Girl who also naked mirrored Bunny who was laying on her back with her knees bent up as she raised her shaved crotch eagerly to the starting lineup of the Delta City Marauders who quickly double teamed the shocked faced blonde super heroine and soon had all her orifices filled with special team double cock!

The professor frowned as a new group of men approached shoving themselves past the few attendants at the darkened door of the main entrance and somewhat suspiciously welcomed them. “Ah gentlemen I welcome you to our privet screening of our new exhibit which I am afraid is by invitation only and does not open to the public until tomorrow at ten a.m. so if you-“ the professor stopped and widened his eyes as the large six foot seven man in the black and red mask opened his trench coat wide and spoke.

“I am the warden of Delta City’s Prison for the Criminally Insane and I have been perfecting my shock dildo on the inmates there for months, but I have been dying to try it out on a real super heroine. Sadly none of them pantywaist pencil pushers have managed to arrest and send any of them whores to me but when I heard of your little party I realized I could test out my little creation on your robots and see how they handled it. I need er feedback to continue my work.”  At his waist he wore a huge black dildo pulsing with live blue electric wreaths of searing electricity.

“I-I- am afraid I have no idea how putting such a device into our display mannequins may damage it or harm yourself I must say –“

The black and red masked towering man simply opened his hand and one of his accompanying heavily armed guards opened up a brief case containing stacks of banded cash.

“YES! That is I must say yes! You may go to the front of the line Mister Warden Sir!”

“Good, I will start with the Flag Girl robot first and Jasper take notes and make a video for future study.” The towering man in the trench coat pushed past the professor who took the brief case of money and nodding profusely and bowing shuffled off with the heavy metal brief case in the direction of his office.

At the door to the small office Galitoria was brought up short as the frosted glass door to his office opened a crack just as he reached for the handle and he saw much to his surprise his silent partner and genius to the creation of these robot marvels, “Mr. Geek! What a pleasant surprise to see you here! You never come out of your lab! I am, er, entertaining a few of the brass of the city with a little privet show before we open tomorrow big day tomorrow and very expensive but worth it!”

The Geek adjusted the large dark glasses which had the words ‘X-ray’ lightly stenciled across the lenses on his youthful teen face and frowned. “You have the city big shots here, tonight?”

“Ah, yes… they are most interested in the Ms. Americana exhibit and are enjoying it immensely!” Galitoria nervously slid the silver brief case behind his back. “I would invite you out to meet them but I know you are most anxious to keep your identity a secret.”

The geek looked behind him to the open door that led out to the city street alleyway and his bike with the remains of the Ms. Americana and Flag Girl robots in his handle bar basket and tied to the fender rack. He looked back around to the sweating professor, “really… they are enjoying the Ms. Americana and Flag Girl exhibit right now? Hmmm, you haven’t told anyone about me have you?”

“No of course not sir! Cross my heart!”

“And hope to die?” The geek smiled at the nervous laugh of the fat balding man and nodded. “Alright I have school tomorrow so I will be leaving shortly. Until then I do not wish to be disturbed!” And he slammed the door on the broadly smiling sweating man. “Hmm, I thought I put in enough of a resister to anyone else’s mind waves as to make using the robots almost impossible but it looks like Galitoria and his crew have managed to make more use of them than I intended. Still I find it rather odd that he says he has both the robots on display right now and apparently performing their set pattern actions while I have both of the shattered remains of the robots and the only two guidance rings right here! It must be some kind of scheme of his; I never trusted that slimy weasel. Oh well, that new super heroine Power Lass should be waking up any second now. It should take her a few minutes to put two and two together and figure the robots might tie into those posters of the animatronic exhibit opening this morning all over town with its featured star attraction being the MS. Americana and Flag Girl statues. Well if she was a man, but being a ‘superior woman’ it might take her a few hours. Still, I should get my butt and these two trashed droids away from here before mega-tits comes bashing though a wall bringing Johnny Law in her stumbling wake. Too bad, this promised to be a sweet gig but at least I got my parts for my next project and a free E-ticket ride on some of the largest firmest tits on the planet! Hee-hee!”

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Power Lass woke up and slowly climbed to her feet shaking the cobwebs out of her platinum bob cut teen head. “Owee! Yuck! There is nothing worse than waking up to seamen in your cleavage! Ugh! Disgusting! I hate that! Grrrrr! And why do they never put their toys away!” The most powerful woman on Earth fumed as she tucked her massive tits back into her suit.

“Hmm, looks like everyone got away… again. Must have been out for a few hours there? Almost morning the sun is starting to rise. I wonder where those two robots got to. Couldn’t have got far in the shape I left them and I doubted either one of them was packing a pecker in their skin tight bikini briefs, so that means someone else was here backing them up. Probably controlling them somehow by remote?”

She began to scan the ground with her various super visions. “Not much here of use… some car tracks some truck tracks some kid’s bicycle tracks. That seems odd why would a kid be out here at an electronics warehouse? Maybe a delivery boy for a restaurant? Anyway I doubt any of these tracks are going to lead me to these crooks. Better take the high road and get a bird’s eye view of the situation before the police arrive and I have to answer a bunch of embarrassing questions… again.” Power Lass soared up into the air and streaked across the sky, in more ways than one as the recent battle had left her suit a bit hole riddled and a nipple and swath of platinum pubic hair were on full view.

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Suddenly the roof of the dome building crashed into pieces and Power Lass soared down to hover above the large group of pant-less men, “stop this at once! Do you hear me! At once! Disgusting perverts!”

Galivatoria screamed dancing amidst the falling debris and tried to flee still clutching his silver brief case to his chest but Power Lass swooped down and grabbed him by his belt and hovered aloft again over what was now a growing scene of pandemonium.

“You have no right busting in here like this,” commissioner Bordon growled.

“No right?! A gang rape of two helpless women and I have no right to stop it?!” Power Lass growled back.

“These aren’t women they are robots! And this is a privet, er, charity fund raiser so I must ask you to leave at once!” The Mayor shouted back at the confused super heroine as he in turn struggled to pull back up his pants and dignity.

Power Lass scowled and then her eyes lit up red as she used her X-ray vision on the two seamen covered naked women lying sprawled upon the ground. “Ha! My X-ray vision shows me those are not robots but real women now tell me what is going on here?!”

The group of men looked shocked and began to howl simultaneously at Galitoria and his men, “what common street whores?! You said these were exact robot replicas perfect in every way to Ms. Americana and Flag Girl but all you did was dress up some hookers! You- You swine! You will hear about this from our lawyers! You cheat! You scoundrel!”

“I will take him and his men with me to the prison and question him most thoroughly,” a very tall wall of muscle masked in black and red reached up and tugged the yelping professor out of the startled grasp of the teen super heroine who could only frown as the two girls Bunny and Lucky yanked off their rings tossing them to the ground and ran naked out into the street followed by the mob of men still struggling to pull up their britches. The tall man in the mask laughed and handed the silver brief case to one of his heavily armed prison guards and then they slowly followed the running mob out the main entrance doors.

A very confused Power Lass landed next to the naked save for their masks boots and gloves semen covered Ms. Americana and Flag Girl who were getting slowly to their wobbly legs. “What by the comet that made me, is going on here?!”

“Undercover work. Deep, very deep undercover work. Which by the way young lady you just blew!” Ms. Americana’s hair was standing straight up on one side of her head stiffened by the massive loads of spunk encrusted in it.

“Wha- well, er then I am sorry ma’am I did not realize you had the situation under, er control.” Power Lass crossed her arms under the largest bust on the planet and cast a sideways glance at the two cum splattered super heroines gnawing a lip uncertainly as she was indeed the lowest rung of the super heroine pecking order with her brand new rookie status.

“Well, I accept your apology and you can now leave us while we try and pick up the pieces that your botched intrusion has caused us.” Ms. Americana pointed her chin up in the air and wagged it not noticing the long glops of sperm dangling off of it.

“Ah ump dah elcumfed dahdo numbah mab dung.” Flag Girl slurred out as she clung to Ms. Americana’s shoulder for support on her shaking cum dripping legs. [Translated: “I think that electrified dildo numbed my tongue!”]

“Well I am sorry ma’am and I hope I did not cause you too much trouble,” Power Lass muttered her apology from out of the corner of her tight full lipped mouth. Which Ms. Americana waved a half on half off seaman slick gloved hand at.

“Nada udation mada uzzie. Da camph heeda medda eggs!” Flag Girl burbled as sperm continued to trickle out of her mouth and down her chin to splatter unheeded upon her seamen covered naked breasts. [Translated: “Not to mention my pussy. I can’t feel my legs!”]

“Yes, yes dear we can stop for burgers on the way home. Now be a good little side kick and find my panties I think you had them shoved in your mouth for a while there.” Ms. Americana took a step forward and Flag Girl fell flat on her face.

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“All I am saying is that for night at least, you might want to lose the sun glasses when you drive that’s all!” The young man in the blue t-shirt looked over at the man in the trench coat just in time to see his sunglasses fall off his face and up to the ceiling of the over turned and smoking car where they hung in their seats by their seat belts.

“Hey, I don’t appreciate non-constructive criticism, partner.” And the man reached into his breast coat pocket and pulled out another pair of sun glasses and put these on his face as his hat fell off and landed on the shattered window glass strewed roof of the still slowly rocking over turned car. “Now if you want to be helpful you can help me find that last cheese Danish that I know you were hiding for yourself.”

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