THE RED HOTS! MEET MR. HANDY, THE HORNY ROBOT!

The long sleek silver bus had seen slightly better days as it crunched up to a whining stop on the lily pad of gravel off shoot that tied interstate 69 to the small single story dilapidated building of tin and plywood that sat nestled amidst the mid-noon deserted landscape. The large bus careened slightly from side to side before it settled into place like an exhausted prehistoric monster clinquant in the cloudless dazzling chrome blue bright sky. Brazen across its windowless sides was splashed, “THE RED HOTS!” in vivid pink paint swirls. The pneumatic door of the bus pushed open upon a wheeze of compressed air and three gorgeous young red haired women stepped out into the simmering heat waves rippling across the open savannah.

The first of the large busted trio to crunch her stiletto heels into the gravel was the leader of the Red Hots, none other than the super heroine, Fire Crotch! Whose secret identity as the world famous actress Lindsay Lowhand was known only to a her fellow travel companions. Those being; the second and third to step off the diesel ticking and coughing bus, the twin sisters, Heather and Hailey Hotz. Who had previously been a pair of traveling strippers working the west coast until teaming up with Fire Crotch and now becoming super heroines along side her under her tutelage.

It was Fire Crotch who had come up with the idea of leaving the larger cities and breaking the mold of super heroines who set down roots in a metropolis and became its protector and instead creating their mobile base/bus and driving around the smaller towns of the Western states and Midwest central states and bringing good ole fashion leather glove and high heel justice to every backwater around!

So far it had proven… interesting if not entirely successful. Most small towns had never seen a super heroine in person before let alone a team of such lead by a woman who wore a crotchless red leather catsuit and had flames where her pubic hair should have been!!!! Surreal was what a tight lipped Heather had called it in summoning up the general reaction they generated every time they stepped off their mobile base/bus. But Hailey, the only one with a valid drivers license, who somewhat drove and somewhat slow motion crashed the bus for the team, giggly thought the whole thing was just ‘awesome!’

“So tell me again why we are here- and by here I mean nowhere.” a squinting Heather put her hands on her full round hips as they instinctively thrust to one side.

“Omega Woman has trusted us with taking this law breaker into our custody.” Fire Crotch shifted her eye mask against the sweat forming on her freckled small nose and pointed at the leaning shack. “This is the coordinates she gave us over the HOTS LINE! She must have stowed him in that shack over yonder.”

“Okay, I know why we are here. I mean why are we like, here? Why us?” Heather let her shoulders drop in teenage exasperation. “I mean it is ALWAYS us! That get stuck with these little odd jobs from all the other super heroines!”

“That’s not true. Omega Woman has often voiced her approval of our idea to take our super heroine talents out into the rural areas where the larger city based super heroines often can’t reach. I am certain that this latest task from her is based entirely on this respect she has garnered from our on going actions. And besides after that last little ‘incident’ involving the burning down of the entire town of Sheppard’s Crossing, we are lucky to have anyone in the super heroine community still talking to us!”

“Hey, I said I was sorry!” Heather wobbled on her high heels on the gravel as she followed after Fire Crotch. “But if you recall they were a whole town of werewolves and I did have a twenty five inch hairy pecker buried nuts deep up my ass at the time!”

“Regardless we need this assignment if people are ever going to really accept our help out here.” Fire Crotch paused at the leaning rusted door looking for some kind of handle. Heather reached around from behind her and pushed the handless door open on its squealing rusted hinges and giving her a quick pursed look Fire Crotch thanked her curtly and entered in slightly ducking through the opening.

“Fine so we take this bozo to the local sheriffs office and save Omega Woman several boring ass hours of paper work. While she goes off to some parade in her honor or gets another mall named after her, whoopdeshit!” Heather ducked after Fire Crotch and pushed up her sunglasses against the dimness of the small shacks interior.

“I’m afraid it won’t be quiet that easy.” Fire Crotch slowly stepped aside letting the other two young girls enter the shacks single room.

“Gosh! It’s a robot!” Hailey giggled.

“It’s a cyborg to be more correct. Ladies meet Mr. Handy. Mr. Handy meet the Red Hots!” Fire Crotch carefully paced around the large cylinder of metal with its glass globe ‘head’ where one could easily see the pulsing brain in its yellow fluid. The machine remained inert and after a complete circuit Fire Crotch finally plucked off the single piece of paper that had been haphazardly duct taped to the machines body.

“A cy-what?!” Hailey was dancing in place with her usual unbridled excitement.

“A cyborg. It means its half machine half man. Though this one looks like an old plate boiler with a brain suck up on top growing out of it like a mushroom…what dose it say?” Heather nodded over at the note Fire Crotch had just finished reading and still held in her black and red gloved hand. Heather couldn’t quiet take her eyes off the robot and kept scowling at it despite herself.

“It says little more than what Omega Woman told us over the RED HOTS wire. That Mr. Handy here was a robot in the recent services of some mega-egomaniac on some planet called Zelpha-9 and that the Omega Sisterhood over threw him and that he and his minions are now in some planet prison but that under intergalactic laws Mr. Handy here can’t be locked up with them because despite his crimes he was ‘programmed’ to do the things he did by this fiend who goes by the name Zelpha Dratts, maybe he named the entire planet after himself? Any way the robot has been slated for ‘rehabilitation’. And we are the ones who are suppose to rehabilitate him, or it? Simple as that.”

“Simple, eh? Why don’t they just melt him down for scrap?” Heather sneered at the pile of motionless junk.

“NO!” pouted Hailey. “He’s so cute!”

Heather rolled her eyes, but Fire Crotch interrupted her before she could speak, “Because there is a person still in that brain. And it is our job to help that person learn the errors of its ways and go on to become a productive member of society.”

“And how are WE suppose to do that? We don’t know anything about rehabilitating intergalactic criminals or cyborg brain things!” Heather was waving her hands wildly as she fumed.

Fire Crotch ignored her as she often did when ever Heather was throwing one of her tantrums and looked around the weathered and charred body of the robot, gliding her gloved hand over its ruined surface.

“What are you looking for?” Heather muttered after ending her tirade with a grunt.

“There should be a switch somewhere.” Fire Crotch mumbled half to herself.

“Your not thinking of turning him on are you?” Heather growled after another grunt, she hated being ignored.

“He is already ‘on’. He is alive remember. You can’t turn him on or off. He is hearing everything we are saying and seeing everything we are doing right now. The Sisterhood just put an inhabitation switch on him to keep him sort of gagged and motionless, think of it as a sort of robot handcuffs.”

“Is this it?!” Hailey reached forward and flipped a switch with a loud popping noise!

“NO! Wait!“ Fire Crotch yelped! The robot lurched to life!!!

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“OH BABY! Dose it feeeeel good to be out of those restraints! WOW! Chicks! Hi-yah all!” Mr. Handy began to stretch his various tentacle arms with their ominous looking claws and lurch about in a bee like blur zigzagging whirl around the three startled super heroines. “Three eh?! That’s enough for a PARTY!”

“Ouch! He pinched my butt!” a startled Heather shouted amidst the whirl of flashing robotic arms.

“Ye-owe! That was my nipple!” Hailey half giggled.

“Yikes!” shouted Mr. Handy as he retracted a glowing red pincher and waved it cool.

“And that would be off limits, Mister.” Fire Crotch smirked at the yelping robot.

“You touch my ass again and your going to be a tin of cat chow! Get it!” Heather shook a gauntlet fist in front of the yellow dusty glass fish bowl covering the bubbling brain.

“Ahhh, you must be some of those ‘liberated’ women?! I have heard rumors of your kind, but had never dreamed of actually having the immense pleasure of getting a gander at your goodies! And what nice goodies they are too!” Mr. Handy’s telescoping tentacles began whipping about again as he lurched this way and that on his creaking rusted treads.

“Yipes! That was my clit!” A giggling Hailey howled. “Hey! That’s naughty,” Hailey cast a frowning face at the robot and put a small angry gloved hand on her full round jutting hip to underscore her seriousness.

“HEY! That is my nipple you grouping pinching freak! And rehabilitation or no rehabilitation you were warned!” Heather threw her arm back and landed a full ringing smacking fist upon the robots metal shell. “Ouch!” She flinched her fist back and waved it as she tried to shoo the pain away. “It’s like punching a wall!”

Mr. Handy’s tentacles stopped as they once again neared Fire Crotch, “er, that’s right. You’re the smoking hot one.”

Fire Crotch folded her arms under her large spherical breasts and glared at the hesitant machine. “And you are just seconds away from finding out just how hot I can be if you don’t start behaving yourself.”

“Ahhhh. Gotcha, okay I promise no more busy hands.” The robot retracted his long coiled metal arms back into his cylinder body.

The three women turned to leave the leaning shack with Mr. Handy in tow. “OUCH! Hey you promised!” yelped Hailey.

“Sorry my hand must have slipped as I was helping you through the door,” Mr. Handy hummed.

BANG!!!! “Oops, sorry my boot must have slipped as I was kicking your metallic ass through the door.” Heather growled.

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“You are not seriously thinking about letting this broken down coffee maker drive our Red Hots mobile command center?!” Heather fumed at Fire Crotch as the two of them straddled half leaning forward behind the large pink leather drivers seat of the sliver bus.

“He can’t be much worse than Hailey. Can he?” Fire Crotch shrugged as she watched Hailey instruct the robot who had immediately wedged himself between the drivers seat and the large flashing buttons of the heavily modified bus controls upon lifting himself inside the folding hatch doors. With a delighted shriek of ‘my ride!’

“And what’s this knob do?” Mr. Handy was excitedly whirling his clawed tentacles every which way pulling and pushing every button he could find while a bemused Hailey was delighted to be ‘smarter’ than someone else for the first time in her life and enjoying her role as teacher/instructor. “That sets the radio stations you can listen to.”

“And what dose this knob do?”

“That sets the cruise control, so you can stretch out your legs if they get tired.”

“And this doohickey?”

“That is your speedometer so you know how fast you are going.”

“And this thingamajig?”

Hailey took a deep breath, “that is the interface relay for all incoming transmissions from the world watch hot line and also doubles as a telecom back up for the direct Red Hots emergency communication system. It let‘s us talk to each other no matter where we are.”

“Wow! And this gizmo?”

“That deploys the dirigible turning our bus into an airship and that one turns it into an underwater sub! And those are the emergency counter measures you can release!”

“And this knob?”

“Tee-Hee! That’s my nipple silly!”

BANG!!! “I’m warning you! You touch my sister once more with those dirty claws of yours and you are spam! Got me! Brain in a can!” Heather waved her smarting hand and winced at the pain of punching the metal rusted tin can. “I can’t believe we are doing this?!” She muttered to Fire Crotch.

“Ohhhhh! The interface relay thingamabob is lighting up and flashing like Fire Crotch on the docks when the seventh fleet goes on shore leave!” Mr. Handy whirled his tentacles up in the air excitedly.

“It’s an in coming call!” Hailey squealed with delight and started flipping switches.

“Wait? What did you just say?!” Fire Crotch raised herself up and grabbed the back of the large vacant pink seat.

“What is the message sis?” Heather chuckled at Fire Crotch who was puzzled trying to both listen to the message and recall what Mr. Handy had just said about her.

“Red Hots! This is Omega Woman! Just checking in to make sure the pickup of the prisoner went well and to relay a message from Fly Woman. Seems there is some kind of disturbance about fifteen miles north of your current position. I’m still tied up with the prisoner processing of the rest of the Zelpha Dratts gang, and Ms. Americanna is up to her jugs with flying jelly fish milker mutations unleashed by the Booby Trap in Delta City, and Fly Woman is assisting the recent secret inseminoid incursions along side Jungle Babe that may be at the heart of the mass exodus of women fleeing from the Ivory Coast, and Hexanna is teamed up with Champion Girl investigating some strange occurrences in the frozen Alaskan wastes involving reports of a giant wooly mammoth and some oil wells, and -”

Sigh! Heather set her elbow on the back of the large pink leather drivers seat and smushed her face in her fist, “Don’t you just like how we are the only super heroines in like a hundred miles of what ever is happening and they still go through the entire roster before they think of contacting us?!”

“Oh and girls, one more thing, when I originally assigned you to the task of watching over the Mr. Handy unit until the Omega Sisterhood resources freed up a bit more. I never realized how much importance Zelpha Dratts placed upon that unit. Apparently Zelpha was originally the second banana under a much more fiendish sex pervert named Han Dyriscal. Whom he over threw some how with this Mr. Handy’s help. The records we have retrieved from the data banks of the planet are some what spotty, but the robot might be more dangerous than I first thought. So be on your guard and good luck with dealing with whatever the disturbance in Dusty Springs turns out to be… cattle mutilations I hear. This is Omega Woman, over and out!”

“Not cattle mutilations again?!” Heather whined. All three girls groaned in disappointment. “Why are we ALWAYS getting the barn yard animal assignments?!”

“Well, you heard the woman. Think you can follow those map marker settings and get us there, Mr. Handy?” Fire Crotch pointed a gloved finger at the large map readout in front of the main steering wheel and over what passed for the robots shoulder.

“No problemo Captain! I will have us there in as much time as it takes Heather Hotz to panty drop for doggie cock!” Mr. Handy shouted as he began working the bus controls with a dozen flailing tentacles.

“Wha- who told you about- Hailey! And it was werewolves not dogs!! I’m gonna -” Heather yelled as all three super heroines were tossed about as the bus roared in acceleration.

“So that is reverse, eh? How about this one?” Mr. Handy hummed as the bus raced ricocheting down the road.

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“Well, I guess we are here.” Fire Crotch rubbed her head as she looked out at the large ‘Dusty Springs: Welcome’ sign which now laid across the halted bus hood and smashed up against the large flat windshield.

“Nice driving roaster pan! You almost managed to miss that bill board!” Heather flipped her head back and breathed a hard breath up at her bangs to get them out of her flashing mad eyes.

“Thanks ma’am! Here let me get the door for you!” Mr. Handy beamed in a cheery tone.

“Hey! That’s my nipple again!” Hailey scowled and giggled.

“Sorry miss, thought it was the door release. Here!” the robot whistled a military march as the door hissed open and the women picked themselves up off the bus floor.

“Alright. Heather you and Hailey stay here until I make contact with the local authorities and find out what exactly the problem is that they have been having. Both of you keep an eye on our, er, guest here, and don’t let him out of your sight!’ Fire Crotch gave a nod at the gurgling brain robot who seemed to almost make a raspberry sound with his bubbles as she frowned in return and steeped out of the bus door.

Heather and Hailey watched Fire Crotch disappear and then reappear in the few inches of windshield not covered up with the welcome billboard as she moved over to were some local people including one in a law enforcement uniform were gathering.

“You know, I don’t know why they call you Mr. Handy? You’re not very handy at all. In fact they should call you Mr. Clawy or better yet Mr. Worthless.“ Heather crossed her arms on the back of the empty drivers chair and alternated her gaze at Fire Crotch talking to the animated small crowd gathering around her and the ‘back’? of the Mr. Handy the robots head.

“It’s cuse it has his name right on him,” Hailey ran her gloved finger across the robots burned and pitted metal body.

“Where?” Heather leaned over the back of the chair and peered at the rotund cylinder under the yellow bubbling glass brain on its stem.

“Right there see…Mr. Handy.” Hailey paused her finger under each letter.

“How can you read that? It’s all burned and pealing. And besides there are gaps between the letters. Look you got bare metal after the ‘N’ and the whole bit there after the ‘Y’ is all gone… Hey! What was that guys name again?! The one that Omega Woman said Zelpha Muppet whatever over threw to take over that planet? Han! Han Dyriscal! Well, look that says ‘HAN’ worn space and then here it says, ‘DY’ with all the rest of the paint scraped off to bare steel. I bet this use to say Han Dyriscal! Not Mr. Handy!” Heather looked at the bubbling fish bowl of a brain, “so how about it? Are you Hand Dyriscal or what?”

“Well the master was never one to waste anything.” Mr. Handy hummed.

“I knew it! So, what ole Zelph over threw you and then put your brain in a robot? How is that for loyalty?” Heather snarled at the robot.

“I believe he realized he would need me to run the planet as Mr. Zelpha Dratts was not let us say the brightest star in the firmament. But as I was reprogrammed by him I can’t really say. I am afraid my memory is some what lacking in that department.” The robot shrugged several tentacles.

“I can see why he might be a bit leery of you being out of sight now that he is in prison. I mean, you are the guy he stepped over to get himself a planet he must be wondering if that ole slab of meat bubbling away in there remembers any of that and if it is planning to now take advantage of his current situation to get a little revenge? What ya say, Han’s ole pal? Are you picturing those claws of yours around Dratts neck?” Heather gave a wicked grin at the faceless mechanism.

“I’m afraid you underestimate Mr. Dratts security protocols which he set, firmly, in my programming, Ms. Hotz.” one could almost see an arching eye brow raise on the faceless robot.

Heather laughed a snorting chortle, “maybe Han but according to Omega Woman that Zelpha is quiet concerned about you. More worried about you being out from under his thumb than he is of being in an Omega Sisterhood Charter House Detention facility.”

“That maybe, but I assure you I have no personal agendas concerning Mr. Dratts.” The brain burbled in its thick yellow vicious fluid.

“Regardless, this is definitely something Fire Crotch should know about. I can‘t believe the whole Omega Sisterhood missed this! Yes!” And with that, Heather shot up straight and bounded out of the bus and toward the growing crowd milling around Fire Crotch. “Keep an eye on him! And don’t let him out of your sight!” Heather shouted back over her shoulder with a wink and a smile.

“That girl has issues.” Mr. Handy whispered.

“Tell me about it!” Hailey nodded.

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Fire Crotch turned and looked over the shoulders and heads of several of the anxious men gathered around her and noted Heather’s approach from the bus that sat coughing and hissing with the towns welcome billboard half smashed across its front windshield. Fire Crotch could tell it was Heather Hotz instantly despite her being the identical twin of Hailey Hotz as the two young women didn’t look much alike other than their faces and the basic build of their bodies. Heather’s red hair was several shades darker than Hailey’s and Heather wore it short in a razor straight bob (or page boy) cut, shoulder length with her angle cut bangs sloping from her part on the left down over her right eye. Her complexion was darker and her voice had a low raspy sound perhaps do to many years of cigarette smoking, from which she still struggled to quit. Her shoulders were narrow and her limbs long and thin. Her breasts were round and firm and apple shaped but little more than a D-cup and she wore a yellow and red and black bright costume, complete with resplendent knee high boots. Heather was moody and those moods tended to swing from angry to angrier most of the time.

Hailey on the other hand wore her much lighter strawberry blonde hair in long thick curls that fell down to the middle of her narrow back. She also wore her bangs sloping to the side, but she wore her bangs from a part on her right temple angling in length to cover her left eye. Her skin was very pale and she had lots of (leopard spots) freckles on her face and chest. Her limbs were more fuller and rounder than Heathers and her voice was very child like, high pitched, almost squeaky when she got excited, which was most of the time, and she giggled constantly where Heather almost never laughed but when Heather did it was a loud explosive short ‘HA!’. Hailey’s shoulders were more broad than Heathers and she seemed to stand a bit taller than her more forward aggressive sister. Her breasts were much, much larger than Heathers resulting no doubt from her innocent nature and naive perception of the world causing her to have been raped and forced milked so very many many times! In fact in every super heroine mission they had been on Hailey had managed to be captured and molested and prior to that back when both sisters had been touring strippers, Heather had found herself constantly coming to the sexual rescue of her easily duped air headed sister. As such Hailey was a proud G-cup much to her sisters smoldering envy. Her costume was utterly identical to Heathers except the color scheme was in a polar opposite. That being where Heathers was red, Hailey’s was yellow and where Hailey’s was yellow Heathers was red or black and so on, a sort of negative print reversal of one another. The same could be said of their personalities for Hailey was constantly upbeat and excited by the most trivial of things, a constant rainbow in face of Heathers constant stormy grumbling gloom. Despite their differences each sister was incredibly attached to the other and considered themselves each others best friend. With Heather seeing herself as the leader and protector of the two, though it was noted by Fire Crotch that it was the easily fooled Hailey who some how managed to save Heather and often Fire Crotch from the various dilemmas and traps they often found themselves stumbling into or more often than not being dragged into by Heathers over the top aggressive head first attitude.

As such, it was Fire Crotch who spoke first as Heather approached, least Heather leaping into a derisive snarling tirade at the locals expense at the hold up forcing her to wait impatiently in the bus, baby sitting their new guest. “There seems to be some confusion about why the call was sent to the Super Heroine World Watch Line. This is the local police chief, Mr. Fines. He says there isn’t really any trouble, nothing he can’t handle. But the others here say there is trouble and that a number of town folk including the mayor are trapped and being held hostage.”

“Hmmmm…Bikers? Drug fiends? Some local gang of some kind? Counterfeiters!” Heather offered.

“Worms!” a wide eyed local nodded.

“Wha! I knew it! I knew it! Worms?! It is always some stupid little shi-”

“Yes.” Fire Crotch interrupted the stomping angry teen. “You did mention that these were not normal worms but giant mutated worms.”

“Yep. And with telepathic powers!’ anther local chimed in.

“And they aren’t worms, per say, they call themselves the Vorm!” another added with open mouth fear.

Fire Crotch watched Heather stomp her feet and roll her eyes in the background and shake her head. “And you say they have taken your Mayor and some others hostage?”

“Look we don’t need any help. We got this under control. And we specially don’t need any help from a woman who’s unmentionables are on fire! I mean, that is illegal! Not only are you not wearing any panties out in public! But we got a city ordnance against burning leaves and such at this time of year and I am sure that would include burning bushes as well!” The police chief waved his hand in exasperation before returning it to hook into the belt of his side arm.

“Now wait a second here, Barney!” Heather retorted. “We got a call on the World Watch Line, that’s Federal bub, and that supersedes all local and state laws!”

Fire Crotch held up her hand at Heather, “look since we are here, what is it going to hurt for us to have a look-see at this hostage situation of yours? I mean, we got paper work and such to fill out for every call.”

“Humph! Alright. If it means you get out of our hair that much faster, sure all the better. Chet can show you. I got paper work of my OWN to fill out and the governor holding on my phone! So if you, er, ladies will excuse me.” and the police chief walked away muttering to himself.

“Thanks!” Fire Crotch shouted after the retreating back of the police chief.

“Yeah, thanks there Fife!” Heather shouted as well and then smiled at Fire Crotch who returned her smile despite herself.

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The small burb of Dusty Springs was composed of thirty houses split down the middle by the two lane cracked pot hole riddled black top highway where the Red Hots bus sat half parked half crashed . A few gravel and dirt roads ran off at odd angles that snaked unevenly through those houses that didn’t sit directly on the highways frontage. There was no school house and the only public building was a large two story wood clap board structure which housed the one pump gas station, general goods store, with town hall, postage office, and police office ( a desk and a single small windowless room for holding prisoners) all in the back and upper floor. Directly across from the sole public building on the other side of the two lane black top highway was a large rusted water tower which may at one time have joined in with the much newer now demolished bill board in welcoming the rare visitor to Dusty Springs but that paint was so pealed and faded from its squat surface that one couldn’t really tell. Heather swore it said, “come lusty in”. Fire Crotch hushed her on the subject and they followed the small group of towns people lead by Chet away from the highway and down along one of the gravel and dirt roads passed the creaking metal pinging structure.

Chet lead them quiet a ways and over several hills until the snaking road lost all portent of being a road and was little more than two rutted dirt wheel tracks in the mossy green weedy ground. Finally after a stubborn hill or two the rutted path ran smack into a wooden gate which Chet slipped the wire loop from and half carried half swung open in awkward straddle steps for the small group to pass. Another few turns amongst green cow pastures and a thickening wood encroaching on their right and a large rustic barn rose up out of a secluded valley before them. Chet stopped up short as did the rest of the party save Fire Crotch and Heather who took a few strides before they realized they had been abandoned.

“That’s it there.” Chet pointed at the distant barn and what may have been some run down sheds scattered around it.

“Well… we’ll just go take a look then.” The group made no response to Fire Crotch and their impassioned frozen faces made it obvious that they weren’t about to move any closer to the smattering of distant structures. Fire Crotch nodded and forced a half smile and short laugh and turned away from the group and proceeded down the valley slope to the barn.

“Men!” hissed Heather in disgust at the sheer cowardice of the males as she glared over her shoulder at them and promptly stepped in a cow pie.

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Back in the lone Red Hots bus a snoring Hailey was conked out on the metal rubber coated ribbed channel floor. A thick green tinted cloud of knock out gas slowly seeped to a stop from one of Mr. Handy’s tentacles. The robot seemed to pause for a moment over the inert form of the passed out helpless super heroine and then two tentative tentacles hesitantly slipped forward and gave the sleeping teens nipples a tweak. The girl giggled in her sleep and rubbed her sinuous thighs against each other but otherwise didn’t show any signs of waking. The robot paused and then hurriedly ripped off all of Hailey’s clothing and then rapidly retracted its tentacles back into its bulbous cylinders bulk. Then the whole front of the cylinder body swung open with a hissing sound. Out from the hidden door sprang a yellow skinned impish man who rubbed his hands together in glee and howled with insuppressible laughter.

“What fools these super bimbos all are!” he jumped up and down eyeing the voluptuous teen lying spread eagle before his lusty gaze. “I, Han Drysical, the greatest mind and all powerful ruler of seven galaxies have yet again escaped my adversaries who have locked up that stupid patsy Zelpha in my stead! HA! But now to use my little robot escape pod here with its built in breast pump to gather up some farm fresh super heroine titty milk to help me recover some of my somewhat depleted powers! But before we can get the butter we have to first churn the cream! Hee Hee!” and with that the little yellow and brownish tinted man undid his small purple space suit and pried out an enormous over sized tallywacker!!! “Time to prime the pump!” he smirked and with a long ribbed blue licking tongue slathering his entire face, the odd impish man shoved his huge enormous erection into the strawberry blonde snatch dripping before him!

Hailey raised her head slightly as the twenty plus inches of thick throbbing cock meat slammed home and smiled murmuring, “ohhh kitty!” and giggled as she slipped back into a wide smiling slumber, but despite her return to snoring and purring, her hips began to gyrate furiously!

“I have heard of sleep walking before but never sleep fucking?!” the surprised little man grunted. “My but you are a hot little hungry slut aren’t you!” and he struggled to keep up with the horny teenagers frantic demanding rhythms!

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“Now what?” Heather frowned at the tall lumbering structure that towered above them.

“I’m not sure? I don’t see any sign of life. No hostages… nothing. I guess we go inside.” Fire Crotch crept up to the front of the barn but was already puzzled. The entire structure was so old and weather beaten that half of the vertical barn board slats on its sides were missing. One could see easily into the deserted structure that seemed empty and devoid of even being used for storage of any kind. Its leaning frame and half missing roof no doubt being the reason for its long abandoned use.

The two young super heroines made their way into the shadows of the barns huge open maw of a mouth and paused upon the gray white dust dirt floor. Slits of light filtered through from all directions and large irregular pools of light from the huge collapsed punctures shown down on emptiness.

“So where is everybody?” Heather whispered.

“We are here! We are the Vorm!” Fire Crotch and Heather whipped around to see three fifteen feet long earth worms rise effortless and noiselessly out of the soil behind them.

“They could have warned us! I mean, when they said ‘big’ worms I was thinking like…” Hailey held her palms about a foot a part in front of her as both she and Fire Crotch back peddled back into the barn and away from the advancing hulks. “and not, you know, BIG!”

Fire Crotch looked frantically around her, the Vorms sudden advance had them now moving backwards into the center of the large barn. She watched Heather out of the corner of her eye back into a wooden support beam set upon a large stone, the beam shuddered and dust rained down as Heather never taking her eye off the foremost Vorm moved her way around behind it and continued her steady slow backwards retreat.

“Hurry up here!” Fire Crotch and Heather looked up and behind them where in the thicker shadows of the back of the barn a more recent side structure had been tacked on to the far end. This was a hay loft still holding hay and several dozen yards above the floor of the barn structure the super heroine girls could just make out three figures lowering down two rough hemp rope to them. “They can’t get to us up here!”

The two young women sprinted to the offered ropes and clambered up, half climbing half hauled to safety! Once up in the dizzying height of the hay loft Fire Crotch had to carefully situate her self so her burning pussy wouldn’t set the mounds of hay on fire. Once this was done she asked the astonished three men about the Vorms below. “Well,” began a rumpled five o’clock shadowed man who turned out to be the mayor. “There seems to only be four of them. Those three down there and one that I don’t see just now. They can’t raise themselves more than a few yards above the ground so they can’t get up here and because of the way the loft was added on to this barn, they can’t seem to get at the sub structure to knock it down. You see it’s built back into this hill of solid sand stone so they can’t tunnel under it or get at it from the sides. Though they did smack it around quite a bit at first, but it almost brought the whole barn down on top of them so they gave up on that.”

“Why don’t they attack from the sides?” Fire Crotch asked.

“Well it was Hank who figured that out.” the mayor nodded over at the other two men trapped up in the hay loft, two dirty faced teenage boys. Both were staring wide eyed and gapping mouth in turn at her flaming naked pussy and Heather who had inadvertently slipped a nipple out of her low cut costume top in her mad scramble up the rope.

Hank hearing his name with some difficulty snapped out of his mesmerized daze and gulped an answer, “it’s the chicken coops ma’am. Though they are huge and all they are still worms in mind and they seem might a scared of them chickens down there!”

“I see. Thanks Hank.” Fire Crotch noted that now both boys were staring hungrily at her burning crotch and as both young men were lean and muscular and dressed in nothing but bib overalls and Hank had a rather impressive thick piece of pole meat sliding south toward his young knee and Lindsay hadn’t had any, well special attention in some time, well, it was making her feel a bit well warm, and when Lindsay got horny her flames got hotter and-

“Lin-er- Fire Crotch! You’re setting the hay on fire!” Heather yelled as she looked up after just discovering her way ward nipple and tucking it a back in her costume.

Fire Crotch leapt back up to her feet and stamped on the smoldering hay. The mayor yanked off his suit jacket and lent a hand, but no matter how much she stared the two teen boys didn’t catch the hint and they didn’t rip off their overalls and offer to beat out her feverish flames with them!

“We can’t stay here,” Fire Crotch swallowed hard struggling to tare her gaze off the boys throbbing crotches. “Heather see if you can’t pry some of these tin corrugated sheets back and slip our hostages out on to the roof! It’s time we put a stop to these Vorms!” and with a graceful back flip Fire Crotch disappeared and landed in a cloud of dust upon the dirt floor and adopting her best super heroine stance, wide leg, hands on hips, chest thrust forward she spoke to the Vorm that now rose up before her and swayed. “Alright Vorms what’s the skinny?”

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Above Fire Crotch, Heather used the Vorms concentrated attention on Lindsay to find a suitable piece of rusted metal and begin pushing and tugging it away from the half desiccated beams. Hailey possessed with her Aphrodite gene advance healing and regeneration, the strength of four men her size, increased endurance, an almost uncanny contortionist ability and an ability to read male minds. The latter was only somewhat useful as any male who actually saw Hailey only had one thing on his mind!

Heather in turn had advance healing and regeneration, no extra strength or endurance, no increased gymnastic abilities, nor the ability to read male minds or any minds, and she didn’t put out all those invisible pheromones that seemed to geyser so effortlessly out of both Hailey and Fire Crotch that turned all males into horny sex crazed beasts, but she could start fires with her thoughts if she concentrated hard enough. Not huge fire balls like Lindsay could, I mean, she didn’t have a pussy blazing away and all, but Heather could cause an object she focused on to combust into flames. So it was with some grunts and several pissed off kicks that the tin roofing pealed back enough to allow all three of them to slip out on to the newer hay loft add-ons flatter less rounded roof. “How long have you boys been trapped up here?” Heather mused as she first helped one then another out onto the bright sun glaring rusted tin.

Both Hank and the mayor quickly returned the favor by catching Heather by the elbow as she found her high heeled boots were not the best footwear for walking on a sloping tin roof. Well, the mayor grabbed an elbow Hank went straight for her ass and gave it a hard squeeze! “Well, let’s see?” the mayor began. “This must be the second day now. Hank and his brother Tim came and saw me early yesterday morning after the chief of police refused to do anything about their Vorm infestation.”

“Yeah, what’s up about him?” Heather asked and noted that even though they had stopped walking on the dangerous slope Hank had retained his firm kneading gripe on her full round butt cheeks.

“Well, I can only surmise there,” the mayor looked out over the far end of the valley. “But you see over yonder? Past that little creek there is an old shale and sandstone cave.”

“That’s were the Vorm came from!” Tim excitedly interrupted.

“Yeah!” Hank joined in and Heather disappointedly noticed that in his excitement to take over the story and point out the distant cave mouth that he had removed his strong firm hands from her warming buttocks. “About four days ago we noticed some of our cattle was missing. We thought maybe they had wandering into that old cave. Sure enough we found some of their remains and a heck of a lot of slime! And out we ran! We had seen enough monster movies to know that as soon as you realize it’s a monster you don’t keep going on and investigating you turn hide and run like the dickens! Which we did. Straight back to the police chief but he wouldn’t even come out here. Well after we lost several more cattle we went to the mayor and he came out here to take a look.”

Heather cleared her throat and looked from Hank back down to her tushie and raised an eye brow. Hank quickly apologized and returned his hands to the task of massaging her ass. “I fear,” the mayor began again. “that the police chief is not going to be of much help to us in this. You see his brother is the governor of this state and the two of them received an undisclosed sum of money to use that cave over there to store some rather nasty chemicals for the federal government. The state received quiet a bit of money as well of course as did the town. We built a new ‘welcome’ sign with it!” the mayor smiled. “But I fear a connection between the chemical containers and these giant mutated worms is unavoidable and as such I am sure some cover up is in the offing.”

“I-I see.” the ass rubbing had Heathers eyes half lidded and a small trickle of drool oozed out of the corner of her mouth.

“Well. Them Vorms will be heading off come nightfall,” Tim yawned. “We had almost sixty head of cattle and now nothing but gray goo piles and bones. They must have finished them off last night. I reckon they will wait for nightfall and slither up the main pass toward Jeb’s livestock.”

“Ah-ah, yessss!” Heather muttered, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

“That will take them straight through town!” the mayor squawked.

“Well, they don’t seem to like the sun much and I doubt they can tunnel there way out of the valley as it is just some mossy sandy soil dumped by the spring run off sitting in a bowl of sand stone and slate. Can’t farm it, too rocky, that’s why we use it for pasture.” Tim nodded at the valley below them.

“uhhh-huhhh,” Heather’s head rolled to the side as her eyes slid back under fluttering lids.

“Well, we have to do something before they reach the town! From what I have seen I would imagine that livestock isn’t the only thing these Vorms have on the menu. The way they tried to get after us seemed not unlike my brother-in-law going for the Thanksgiving goose!” the mayor took off his glasses and rubbed his face on the sleeve of his dress shirt, perspiring in the growing sun.

“Goose! That’s it!” Heather suddenly broke out of her dazed revelry.

“Sorry my finger must have slipped.” Hank blinked bashfully.

“Didn’t you say these worm things were afraid of your chickens? Well I got a plan!” Heather skidded hesitantly to the edge of the tin mantled hay loft. “But first we need to figure out how to get down from here?”

The others promptly joined her at the back edge of the hayloft and tentively inched their gaze down from the dizzying height. “Well, er, there are some large hay stacks next to the side there, but it looks a might far down to jump per say.” the mayor looked uneasily at the ground and then around him, “and there is yet that fourth Vorm yet. We haven’t seen him in quiet some time. I believe he is the leader of sorts, rather different lo-”

“There!” Heather interrupted pointing. “see that pole running up the side of the barn there! Well I have handled many a pole in my time and if I can just reach it I can show you all what an expert pole handler I am!”

“Oh, I believe you!” Hank blustered.

“Be careful, that’s a long reach there,” the mayor cautioned as Heather leaned out stretching toward the rather questionable looking item hanging loosely in its rusted hasps.

“Looks like its some kind of conduit for running a wire from the lightning rod up there down to the ground.” Heather mused as she continued to size up the distance between her and the galvanized thin pipe. “I may have to jump for it? It’s just out of reach.”

“Are you sure? That doesn’t seem safe?” the mayor was having a hard time figuring out how, even if this young woman managed to reach the pole and climb to the ground, how that in turn would get any of the three men down as well?

“Don’t worry. You may not believe it but I have jumped on many a pole in my time.” Heather smiled over her shoulder at the mayor.

“Oh I believe it!” All three men chimed in unison.

Heather’s smile turned into a puzzled frown. Just then the entire building shook violently. “Whoa!” yelled Heather as she wiggled to regain her precarious balance. The three men grabbed her, all some how managing to get a hold of a buttock or a breast. But they did manage to arrest her fall and pull her back up right on the edge of the hay loft. “Er, thanks men. Glad to know you got my back there… and my breasts as well apparently, eckehm!” Another violent shake and this time all four of them plummeted over the shuddering edge of the building.

When the dust settled Heather’s head appeared spitting hay out of her mouth from the top of a large hay stack that leaned in a slope halfway up the side of the loft. “Is everybody okay?” She asked as the heads of the three gentlemen slowly appeared around her from the haystack also spitting out straw. “Oh my gosh, what was that?”

“It must have been the Vorms thrashing against the supports in the barn.” the mayor half dazedly offered.

“Tar-nation! They knocked down the entire barn!” Tim observed with some surprise.

Sure enough the entire giant barn had collapsed into a dusty pile of rubble taking half of the tacked on hay loft with it. “Fire Crotch!” Heather yelled as she saw the still settling heap of shattered wood behind her and she tried to leap to her feet only to fall back instantly after a short rise. “Er, guys, you can let go of my tits and ass now.”

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Fire Crotch braced herself in her wide leg stance as she awaited the advancing Vorm. There were three of them, squirming along as thick as half her height but with their front? raised up off the stony earthen floor of the barn to a foot or two above her own head. They nosed the air as they approached upon gray slime trails.

‘Maybe some diplomatic negotiations?’ Fire Crotch thought. “Okay Vorm! That is far enough!”

“We are the Vorm! You shall witness the rise of the Vorm! We are the Vorm!” an almost endless chant of ‘we are the Vorm!’ began to echo inside Lindsay’s pretty little red head. “It’s worse than that, ‘We are the World’ song!”

“UGH!” Fire Crotch raised a gloved hand to her temple. She recovered in time to leap aside and roll to a crouch avoiding the first of several swatting attacks by the surprisingly fast and powerful Vorm. “Sorry boys but I am not on the menu! Whew! You guys aren’t just ugly you stink too!”

She hadn’t wanted to resort to violence but now that she had the Vorm in her mind so to speak, she could sense only a rabid hunger emulating from their rather singular almost blind thought patterns. ‘everything just seems to either be food to them or not food to them. And apparently people fall into the ‘food’ category! Got to stop them so the others can make good their escape!’ Fire Crotch eyed her surroundings in between flips and leaps and rolls to avoid the undulating slimy Vorm and their sudden sphincter like widening mouths. ‘It takes me a moment to summon up one of my Fire Crotch fire balls, but these things aren’t giving me a seconds respite with all their attacks. They seem to share some kind of mental bond that allows them to attack in a semi-coordinated manner. And their incessant telepathic chanting has a dizzying effect with prolonged exposure! I have to take them down fast! But how?’ Lindsay noted how the unavoidable slapping of the Vorm’s bodies against the main barn support beams was causing the entire building to shake lightly. ‘If I can just coax them into making some of those lunging attacks at me while I am standing in front of one of those supports a few solid hits should bring this whole place right down on top of them! And myself as well of course!’

It took several split second timed escaping leaps but finally the barn began to shake violently as with a bullfighters grace and tenacity she danced Vorm after Vorm into smacking head on into one of the barns columns. Taking a major risk Fire Crotch paused long enough to take on her infamous wide leg stance and with hands on her gyrating hips summon up a fire crotch fire ball! The one foot sized fire ball formed in front of her groin and aiming her pussy as she kept humping the sweltering air she carefully lined up and fired the projectile, the light heady near orgasm this always caused rippled through her and left her dizzy and unable to move for a second or two. Helplessly she hovered near orgasm as the fire ball launched from her flaming pussy and smacked fully into the rapidly approaching Vorm who she had through leaps and cartwheels previously tangled together with its fell brethren. The fire ball exploded on contact with the thick muddy skin of the Vorm and the creature was forced back into the main barn support pillar with tremendous force shearing the old timber in half!

Down came the entire structure. In a screeching rumble and roar of popping snapping timber the entire roof and sides caved in in an erupting rising cloud of dust. When Lindsay pushed her way out of the darkness of toppled timbers and dusty fog she found all three of the near by Vorm impaled and dead or dying upon shorn beams and rafters and the one who had taken her fire crotch fire ball pussy express was almost cut in two by the nasty severity of the exploding wound. A smell of burnt fish choked the air. Waving a gloved hand in front of her coughing face, Fire Crotch picked her way carefully through the teetering piles of collapsed wreckage until she found herself clear enough from the destroyed building and its still rising dust to an account of her condition. Her Aphrodite gene extra strength and rapid healing had kept her alive through the large buildings collapse but her suit was once again in tatters! ‘Funds were low enough already! And these suits aren’t cheap! And I lost a heel!’ Lindsay was a little miffed as she hobbled around trying to hop and pull off the now useless boot with the missing back heel. ‘It looks like LiLo will have to do another B-movie if the Red Hots are going to be able to fill up the Hots mobile and replace my uniform!’ For years Lindsay had practiced unto perfection her now world famous, ‘bunny bounce’. She had brought out the technique fully mastered in a Dizzy film when she was sixteen called, ‘Hairy the Love Bug.’ The bunny bounce was a mesmerizing physical skill few women could duplicate though every day thousands stood in front of their bathroom mirrors desperately trying to emulate it. It was, like the best magic tricks, seemingly so easy and effortless to the audience’s eye but a difficult laborious training of the body that took years to master and had to be kept sharpened by constant practice. It required Lindsay to thrust back her shoulders, thrust forward her chest, bend her back into an ‘S’ with hips thrust back, an exaggerated hip sway, with legs crossing ankle in front of long stride ankle, walking on the ball of the foot, with an explosive gait rolling up out of each step, and a torso twist, all of which made each of her large firm udders leap about in exaggerated wobbly jiggles of seismographic energy. But Lindsay had taken this all a step further by adding the ability to have her amazing breasts KEEP their shuddering bouncing even after she had STOPPED walking! For several jaw dropping seconds Lindsay’s breasts kept their spastic jello shimmering earth quaking dynamics even after she had swayed to a stop and come to a stand still halt. This took incredible full body control and was done again by the straining and synchronizing of hidden movements of her tensing thigh muscles and hip flexing and toe/ball of her feet pushing up and down and such that it looked invisibly easy but took tremendous skill to achieve. What with her incredible beauty and solid acting chops the addition of the almost patented Lindsay Lowhand ‘bunny bounce’ had made LiLo an instant B-movie Queen who sometimes took the time to do a more serious role. But it was her recent string of films featuring her as an ass kicking monster killer bad ass bitch attitude sneering one liner matinee action star with her full on in the face teen fan boy hypnotic crotch straining ‘bunny bounce’ that had her bank account in the black and the Red Hots bus modified and gas tank and fridge full of food! But it had been almost a year since her last film paycheck and the side life of a super heroine was costly! As she jumped around on one foot in her shredded costume, her large firm globular breasts leaping about as she tugged on her broken boot, her tits smacking around between her thin freckled arms reminded her of an exaggerated ‘bunny bounce’ and coupled with the ruined costume and the bus gas gage on near empty, it all told her that it was time she made yet another call to her always nervous nail biting agent and answer the clamoring peal of fan boys everywhere anguished call for another of her sexy action films! After all… ‘Baby needs CAKE!’

Just then the fourth Vorm rose up suddenly behind her! It was twice the size of the previous three and its skin was almost black with odd glittering dark rocks imbedded in its sides. Luckily hopping about on one high heel foot had Fire Crotch’s impressive tits smacking her so hard on the chin that when a stiletto heel caught in a stray piece of shattered barn board down she went arms flailing onto her perfect round rump with a slight rebounding bounce. In doing so she unwittingly dodged the gray slimy spitting spray of the attacking Vorm! The gray goo landed in a hissing splat just beyond her wide spread legs where it instantly began dissolving much of the rubble it coated. “Whoa!” Lindsay struggled to her feet and began half hopping/running away with one boot half off in a mad scramble to get some tactical distance between her and the behemoth Vorm. ‘After that full strength Fire Crotch fire ball and the drain on my powers by my body healing from the barn collapse, my pussy flame is little more than a cigarette lighter of blaze! It will take some time even for my over sexed libido for me to regenerate enough sexual lust to rejuvenate my Fire Crotch flame and be able to withstand any hits from that things huge bulk let alone fire any offensive weapons at it!!! Retreat is my best option! But where in this cloud of dust and piles of ruble can I find someplace that thing can’t get at me?!’

The huge creatures bulk belied its uncanny speed and narrow miss after narrow miss sent Fire Crotch tumbling head over sputtering crotch again and again in the chalky dirt. Even a near miss was like the concussive force of a runaway New York sub way tram slamming its shockwaves inches by a platform of un-anticipating commuters! The rising dust from the creatures thrashing assaults coupled with Lindsay’s somersaulting cart wheeling dodges and the drain on her healing powers by the new bruises of each of these was threatening to smother out her fire crotch flame in its entirety. If that happened and her pussy flame went out utterly it would mean the loss of all her unique Aphrodite gene powers and she herself would slip into an almost catatonic slumber! Not being able to regain consciousness until enough kinetic sexual energy had built its self back up in her Aphrodite breast cells as to re-ignite her hungry flaming snatch. Most Aphrodite super heroines such as her two companions lived in fear of villains wielding cloths soaked in chloroform, or the even more dreaded Somaform, but these had little effect upon Fire Crotch, instead she had to contend with villains finding out that her weakness was her flaming crotch its self! Smother Lindsay’s flame and out she went like a candle! Fortunately, for Lindsay she could concentrate and put out her flaming crotch herself through sheer willpower, this let her return to her Lindsay Lowhand identity and the celebrity/civilian life that entailed. But doing so severed her completely from her Aphrodite gene powers of heightened senses, agility, strength, healing powers, and of course all her flame based powers which included her complete invulnerability against any ill effects of heat or flame its self!

Luckily for her, it seemed the creature was as limited in its ability to generate its corrosive spit balls of gray goo as she was with her Fire Crotch fire balls. During the cat and mouse through the ruined barn and the nearby locked up storage sheds which the creature sent smashing into crumbling heaps it was only able to shoot three more less effective acid globs that fell harmlessly short of their leaping agile target. But all this constant acrobatics in her already weakened state had Lindsay panting and breathing heavy as a cheerleader in the boys locker room after a wining championship game! There was only so much a girl could take!

It was in this near exhausted state that one more near miss, a hair closer than the predecessors, clipped Lindsay’s side and sent her careening out of control to a spinning head heap of jumbled limbs and flailing mind. It took several long seconds for her to gather herself to a sitting position and when she did she found herself helplessly in the menacing shadow of the Vorm. The great lumbering creature hovered like a sky scraper over her and its elastic mouth full of row after row of razor sharp teeth almost seemed to smile down at her as it paused, savoring the moment of vengeful victory.

Just then, a sudden black blur struck the Vorm full in the wrinkled head. It recoiled as if shot by a lightning bolt and jolted its self back so fast it slapped almost end over end in an awkward retraction along its long body. Lindsay frowned as she pushed back her thick mane of flame red hair out of her large eyes. The black meteorite fell and rolled to a stop between her legs where it scrambled to its yellow clawed feet and cackled… a rooster?! The black red comb rooster zigzagged off in the general direction of the still back slithering Vorm. “What the?”

“Take that fish bait! Not so tough now, are we?!” Heather yelled as she raced over to Lindsay through the clouds of pale dirt first helping her to her feet and then trying to recover her missile before giving up the hopeless chase and returning to Fire Crotch’s side. “They are afraid of chickens.”

“Your kidding me?” Fire crotch brushed her self off as she suddenly saw the mayor and Hank and Tim each appear armed with a squawking chicken clutched in their extended arms surround the Vorm and drive it this way and that before the two super heroines as they stood watching with hands on haughty hips. “You know this is almost disturbingly Freudian.”

Just then the Vorm suddenly stopped its failed frantic attempts of escape and rising up to almost a third of its full length it went rock still as the odd gems in its sides began an eerie pulsing glow. Suddenly the Vorm shot out a dark beam of almost amber light that generated along its entire surface the beam hit solidly the black rooster that Heather had used earlier as a projectile against the Vorm which now seemed content to peck and scratch aimlessly at the churned up lose dusty sandy dirt.

The beam engulfed the bird and for the first time the leader of the Vorm began to speak in all their minds. “We are the Vorm. Witness the rise of the Vorm. You shall know the power of the Vorm. See our power and die in fear!” Instantly the rooster began to swell and grow at an alarming rate! It continued to grow as first Lindsay and then Heather and then all three men fell back from both it and the shuddering Vorm. The poultry grew and grew until it was over forty feet tall! Then collapsing in obvious exhaustion the Vorm lay withering upon the ground at the still growing chickens clawed feet. With the Vorm’s collapse the gems went dark and the glow and beam disappeared but the chicken continued to grow but at a much slower pace. The Vorm slowly drug its self up off the ground again, raising its large wrinkled head in the direction of Fire Crotch and Heather and where the three frightened men where rapidly making a circular route behind them for protection. “We are the Vorm. Now witness out greatest weapon of terror!” The glow surrounding the now enormous rooster had all but faded but it still seemed to be growing slightly. “You shall fall before our ultimate weapon. You shall be destroyed by the beast of horror. You shall-”

“Oh yeah! Well we aren’t afraid of you!” Heather interrupted the Vorm leader. “Are we, Lins?” Heather looked meekly over at Lindsay.

Lindsay looked first at Heather and then at the three men now cowering in shaking fear with clucking chickens in their hands behind her and Heather. Lindsay spun back to the Vorm and the huge rooster behind it, “I am not afraid of your big black cock! I shall take your giant cock and more if you got it! My fire crotch has handled bigger ones than this before!”

“We are the Vorm. Witness the rise of the Vorm. The Vorm shall-“ the rooster bent down and catching the Vorm ranting between its legs in its beak flipped the Vorm up into the air and swallowed it whole.

“Eeeeowww!” everyone flinched in shocked disgust.

“Uhhh, yeah.” Lindsay mumbled. “Didn’t see that one coming. Okay Heather Hotz what say we roast this bird and call it a day? I think I got one more Fire Crotch fire ball special left in the ole tank.”

“You got it, sister!” Heather beamed and then set her mouth into a determined grimace as she focused upon the large roosters head which was tilting sideways as it eyed the small party of bug like humans before it.

Fire Crotch had to concentrate just as hard as Heather this time. Her flame had recovered some what but it still took a lot of mental images of Hank and Tim naked and washing their ‘tractors’ from a sudsy tub before Lindsay’s pussy was purring up a storm of flame! “Now!” Fire Crotch yelled and both women launched their powers simultaneously. Lindsay’s in the form of another pussy flame foot wide fire ball of overwhelming explosive power launched from her luridly gyrating hip-shake and Heather’s in the form of triggering a spontaneous combustion of the roosters encroaching head. There was a flash of intense heat and everyone stumbled back from the intensity of the brief blaze. When the blinding light died down and the heat shimmer faded they could make out the form of an enormous fully cocked chicken lying on the ground. “And dinner is served,” Fire Crotch smiled.

Heather broke into a rare laugh and nodded. “Hell yeah! That’s how the Red Hots roll!”

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“Thanks mayor, but a full tank of gas for the Red Hots buss is more than enough payment.” A nearly naked Fire Crotch and a once again nipple slipping Heather approached the Red Hots bus where they had left it half parked half crashed into the destroyed welcoming billboard of Dusty Springs. “We really can’t stay for your annual ‘Hide the Squash and Tractor Days parade’ latter this week. Thanks all the same. Really we must be going.” The two women shook hands of their small party and waving goodbyes turned back to continue their way alone to their bus.

Heather glanced back over her shoulder for one last longing look at Hank’s significant bulge running down his bib overalls leg and couldn’t help noting the suddenly shocked mayors face as he noted for the first time the destroyed billboard draped over the front of the Red Hots bus windshield. Heather was about to giggle at the look of almost sobbing crushed look that flittered their on the frozen gap mouthed mayors face when she suddenly found herself aping it as she witnessed Hank reaching into the front of his bib over alls and pulling out a two foot long thick salami, ‘We won’t be needing to horde this no more now that we are free!’ she could just make out him happily saying and then he took a big bite out of the meat stick before holding it out for Tim who also took a large smiling bite. The two young men then saw Heather looking back at them over her shoulder and waved again at her through smiling chomping greedy mouthfuls of salami. Heather managed a weak finger wave before turning her head back to the Red Hots bus and angrily muttering to herself, “Men!”

Suddenly a small yellowish gnome like naked man leapt out of the open bus doors and came limping scrambling toward Fire Crotch and Heather! “Save me!” he howled in fear and pain. “Save me from that insatiable wench!” He ran behind the two startled super heroines and clutched at Fire Crotch’s knees. “Protect me from that sex crazed vixen!” He gingerly peaked from between the two confused women back at the bus.

“Who are you?” Fire Crotch asked noting as did Heather the little man’s large disproportional limp and bruised bent cock that slapped between his little bow legs.

“I am Han Dryscal. The wanted notorious Han Dryscal. The former ruler of Zelpha major and minor and all its assorted moons and a couple of other galaxies not worth the mention, and I am turning myself over to you in conjunction that you protect me from THAT! That, insatiable sex nymphomaniac!” Just then a naked Hailey bounced out of the bus door with a hunger in her dazed eyes and her tongue licking her smacking lips! “UGH!” the little man shouted cringing behind Fire Crotch’s legs he dropped an instinctively protective hand over his limp twisted bruised cock and winced at the accidental contact this made with his equally bruised and battered over sized nuts. “Prison at the hands of the Omega Sisterhood is better than being forced to service HER endless kinky fetishes!”

“Where’s my little Puffy Penis!” Hailey growled whipping her head this way and that in an exaggerated mock stalking scowl. She took a step toward the group of three with her arms raised up and her fingers held out like claws.

“Ohhh, help me.” the little tyrant meekly meowed as he buried his head in Fire Crotches ass cheek.

All three women howled with laughter that ringed and ringed around the little town of Dusty Springs…….

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