SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS

Ms. Americana frowned at the little doll in her bright red gauntlet gloved hands. It was a rather cheap and cheesy single form pour mold non-jointed three inch doll in the likeness of her own self Ms. Americana. The iridescent pink composite creation had the sprayed on color slightly off set so one of her blue eyes was not quiet upon the white of her eye ball and her costume was a bit mixed up in the layering. The figure had both of its fisted hands on its inflexible round hips in a standard super heroine pose.

“And it speaks too! Just squeeze it!” Ms. Americana did not look up at the excited cheery voice but instead squeezed the small figure. She had to press her thumb rather hard into the unyielding plastic but a small distinct voice chirped out, “Justice shall prevail!” Ms. Americana startled at the sound. It was her own voice and surprisingly loud from such a tiny figure.

“Er, yeah. You seem to have to squeeze her breasts to get it too talk?” Ms. Americana haltingly and somewhat reluctantly started speaking.

“Actually its roughly located around the belt buckle. Children have smaller hands.” the unflappable voice rushed back.

“I… don’t know the quality seems rather… lacking. In the details and -” Ms. Americana doubtfully turned the small figure in her gloved hands.

“Remember this is a free toy that children will find in each Ms. Americana Great Liberty! cereal box!” Again that toothpaste minty bright voice chimed in with speedy breathless reassurance.

This time Ms. Americana looked up at the tall thin sandy haired man with freckles and a beaming wide smile before answering. “Look I am sure it is fine, but what dose this have to do with the ‘Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour’?” Ms. Americana set the small figure onto the table in front of her amidst an entire series of nine other similar figures including Flag Girl and several of Delta City’s more infamous villains where the uneven legged figure promptly fell over apparently smashing its ample boobs as it gave out a muffled cry, “Time to clean house!”

“It has over twenty patented sayings. Taken directly from the cartoon series!” the periwinkle suited man quickly added. “Including the classics, ‘I am the Queen of Justice!’ and ‘Great Liberty!’ the man quickly reached in and stood the fallen top heavy figure back up on its feet by leaning it against a Great Liberty cereal box.

“Look I appreciate what you are doing here and all, but the Ms. Americana cartoon has been quiet fine without any subsidy tie ins or marketing gimmicks for almost five years now! When your company, er, Wendell Associates Network Kranktoons, bought out the Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour cartoon show for syndication you assured me as well as the company you purchased it from that you weren’t going to change it or alter it in anyway.”

“And we are not!” the wide smiling business man pulled his hand back from a table laden with Ms. Americana toys and coloring books and lunch boxes and novelties tie-ins to the cartoon show. “We are simply using these other avenues of resources to expand our market reach to those few unfortunate young women who may not of as yet found or discovered this wonderful tool of instruction and teaching. You must remember that we are shifting the show from a local production to an international syndicated market! So there must be some changes made as far as the target goals and structure-”

“Looks like cheap crap to rob the pockets of parents to me.” Ms. Americana growled as she folded her arms under her mighty bosom.

“No,no,no. definitely not!” the man animatedly shook his head and waved his arms in horizontal slashes. “This is some of the highest cutting edge novelties that that the sweat shops of China has produced in the last ten years! And you have to understand that our costs of bringing this wonderful show to so many new millions of adoring young fans has to be deferred some where. Besides as you and I both know, the Wade Brothers inherited all rights and royalties to the cartoon series when they took over Wade Industries. This is more our way of going the extra mile and wanting this show to be something special for the entire world to enjoy. And that is why we want you to come down to our locally rented studios here in your own home town of Delta City and shoot some video which we in turn will cut into each cartoon show. This will ‘freshen up’ the show for those who have already seen these cartoons and allow you to give, what? Pointers or helpful hints or life lessons, that reflect what is happening in the cartoons themselves! Say an introduction and intermission and a conclusion to each of the thirty two episodes of the series?”

“Well I don’t know? I am rather busy fighting crime you know.” Ms. Americana unfolded one arm and raised a gloved finger to her upper lip and tapped at it lost in thought.

The man nodded aggressively. “Yes, yes, of course lets just start small. How about you film say, twelve episodes worth of video for the first seasons line up slated for this falls International Cartoon network?!”

“The International Cartoon Network?! That is big time! Hmmm, a global reach to millions of young women to encourage them to reach for their own empowerment? Well that is a worthwhile enterprise and a worthy community service… but?” Ms. Americana slowly shook her head as her massive breasts shook like two more slightly larger heads in agreement, “I really do appreciate you coming all this way on behalf of your company Mr. Krank…was it? Yes. All this way to the Ms. Americana Tower of Justice, but all these toys and products I simply am not sure I wish to directly associate myself with whatever it is that you are doing with this once proud and magnificent cartoon series. I understand that I myself did not and for what must be obvious reason as a secret identity super heroine could not hold the legal copyright to these works rendered in my image. And that my close and personal and equally impassioned feminist friend Brenda Wade held these rights on my behalf. And that she lost these rights through no fault of her own to those unscrupulous chauvinistic pig Wade brothers! I knew they had recently sold the rights in their entirety to your company. A company I might add who I have done some research on upon hearing of your acquisition of the Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour, and from what I can tell, a company that has made a fortune of buying up old cartoons and tv series from all around the world and hack them up and re-dubbing them and launching them with a wave after wave of endless cheap toys and t-shirts and other marketing junk of which I am sure this here pile is just the tip of the ice berg of for my own cartoon series!’

“Our cartoon series.” the sandy haired man smiled warmly at her. “look Ms. Americana everything you say is utterly true! I have built my entire entertainment cartoon empire from scratch out of nothing but a one season south Korean tv show that was about the sad lonely life of a farmer and took that and cut it up with some even cheaper shows I found about Mexican wrestlers and after dubbing it all came out with the mega smash sensation, “The Tibetan Fighting Monks from Mars!” the show was a huge hit made me almost enough money to buy a new suit with, but the subsidy rights to the toys and comics and video games made from that self same series made me enough money to buy an island, a rather large island, and start my own Wendell Associates Network Kranktoon company with the change! That’s life! And I have been buying up and re-editing and breathing new life into old tossed away cartoons every since. You know, it was always my dream to own my own cartoon company and make my own cartoons! From scratch! But there is no money in that! None! Zip! There isn’t really much money in making the re-edited cartoons either or in making the toys or t-shirts or any of that ‘cheap’ crap as you call it, the real money is owning the copyright and sitting back and raking in a share of all of that. That! Honey adds up! Now. You don’t have to be a part of this in anyway. But here is what I got. I just bought thirty two episodes for a cartoon made by a local group of all women ultra feminist artists all in state of the art hand painted cell animation of 1975! Made from what I am guessing was little more than some body’s garage! And more over it is a cartoon made in Delta City! Home of Puffy Penis?! Who has the odd distinction of being a cult hero here in Delta City but banned in just about every other country on the planet because he is a giant yellow talking penis made for little girls to watch?! And oh! How lucky I am in that he shows up in no less than five episodes of the Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour to assist your character fight criminals while explaining to horny teenage girls why all the boys around them can’t get a stiffy?! I mean my god! Look! Delta City is… unique. The entire world knows about Feng Shui and his machine and what he did to all of you and we understand really we do. But half the stuff in your cartoon is in the eyes of the rest of world well border line porn?! I mean in ever single episode you defeat the ALWAYS male bad guy by kicking him in the crotch?! How can I show that?! In a kids cartoon show?! All I am asking is for you to come down to a rented station at YOUR convince, we will work around YOUR schedule and shoot some more… lets say toned down more world wide modern messages to cut into the show to make up for all the stuff I simply can’t use on international air waves. Yes be feminist by ALL means! But maybe a little less militant feminist? Okay? And maybe some more general kid and parent friendly messages like ‘look both ways before crossing the street’ or I don’t know ‘brush your teeth before bed’ or-”

“Don’t grab the back of your tv with wet hands?” Ms. Americana offered.

“Sure. Yes. Exactly. So what do you say? Will you help me make a kinder more gentler Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour for a new generation of kids?” the sandy haired man held out his hand.

Ms. Americana took the well manicured hand in her gauntlet red glove and shook it with a raised eye brow, “Sure. Yes. Why not?” and smiled.

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A week latter found the buxom battler in a dimly lit small rather cluttered shabby looking sound stage half hidden away in one of the many poorer sections of town. She had arrived too late for the donut trays and her hungry stomach occasionally growled as she impatiently waited for the set to be finished dressed and cameras and boom mics measured and tape marked into position. More tape marks went down for her stand-in, some slightly plump woman with ridiculously large and obviously fake boobs in a skimpy bikini and somewhat fat butt a small man ran around the stand-in holding a light reader deep into the cleavage of first her breasts then her butt. Ms. Americana raised an eye brow but bit her tongue and after a short time both the stand -in and the light man left the set and she was called to the set and took her masking tape marked place.

The director approached her just as a bright blue back drop slithered into place. “Okay toots. We got three hours rent time and then they got to wheel the bed and donkeys back in so lets try and just go with the flow. Don’t worry about missed lines whatever just keep going to you get to the end of the scene and we will cut it latter, dig? Cool! Let’s try a take okay sweets?”

The growl died in her throat and was replaced by sudden panic, “wait! I haven’t seen a script or anything yet?! And where is the set? Shouldn’t there be some kind of set or props or-”

“Look babe. See that blue screen back there? That is the set okay? We just add whatever whenever. As far as your lines that is a good point, Roxy!” the director turned away and was in immediate conference with the camera man and sound man as they looked at readouts and flipped through pages on a medical chart clip board.

“Hiya! I am Roxy the continuity girl. And let me just say, your number one fan! I can’t believe I am getting to work with you! This! Is just such an honor! Okay now here is the script for the first scene. It really is easy as all you do in this one is just stand here and as far as lines you don’t have to worry see that? That dear, is what in the biz we call a teleprompter. They are setting it up now. It actually fits over the lens of the camera and the camera shoots right through it like it isn’t even there! All the words you need to say just flow right across the scene, like karaoke right?! He-haw! To die for! Can’t believe you are really here and I am talking to you! I just got to tweet this!” the woman pulled out her cell phone as a frowning Ms. Americana shuffled through the large spiral note book of typed scripts that the donkey laughing girl had just handed her.

The director looked at his watch and came back over to Ms. Americana. “Okay Tony went and got the props.” He nodded over at a recently dropped large cardboard box full of an inflatable beach ball that was blocking out the immediate view of all the other items in the box. “I just hope he got the right prop box and not the other crews right?!” He laughed this wheezing almost inaudible laugh. “Right. Let’s say we do a take now okay honey? Clear the set!” He took the script book out of a befuddled Ms. Americana’s gloved hands and smacked Roxy hard on the ass with it and then tossed it into her donkey laughing arms. He retreated off the set? with the continuity girl and stopping besides the camera he pointed at the large tv screen facing her where the lens ought to have been. “Just look straight into the camera darling and read the lines. Simple as a pie now lets get the money shot here people! Quiet on the set! And…. Action!” the director dropped his wide flailing arm as if he was signaling the start of some race.

“Hi! I am Ms. Americana and welcome to… The Ms Americana Wham-Bam Hour!”

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It was October and the gray sky visible through the giant glass double doors of the main entrance to the Great Hall of the Ms. Americana Tower of Justice, was filled with dancing spiraling coveys blowing on soundless winds the red, gold, brown leaves of autumn flocking from the surrounding park and pelting the towers fabricade as Flag Girl and Justice Babe come up to the sofa area of the Great Hall with bowls of popcorn and glasses of soda. Ms. Americana is already sitting on one of the circular couches before a huge screen that has lowered down from the high metal rafters above.

“I don’t know why you two are making such a big deal about this?” Ms. Americana spoke to the two super heroine clad women as they walked through one of the radial breaks between the circular lily pads of sofas and set the popcorn and soda down on the glass table before Ms. Americana and took their own seats on the patriotically hued couch.

“Girl are you kidding?!” Justice Babe smirked at Ms. Americana. “It is not everyday that a super heroine gets her own international cartoon show!” The tall buxom fiery red head winked at the blushing Ms. Americana.

“I have had this day circled on my calendar for like ever!” Flag Girl picked up the remote from the glass table and clicked on the television and began searching through the satellite channels.

“Oh, very well then.” Ms. Americana uncrossed her arms from under her G-cup chest and picked up a soft drink. “I suppose it is a little exciting.”

“That’s my girl.” Margaret Veldersnatch, aka Justice Babe nudge her shoulder into Brenda Wade aka Ms. Americana’s shoulder and the two laughed.

“There we go! And just in time too!” Flag Girl found the correct station and tossed the remote on to the pile of magazines on the glass round table before them and picked up a bowl of pop corn and started munching. “It’s just starting!!!” the excitable blonde teen Lydia Wells aka Flag Girl gasped through a mouth of popcorn.

The commercial gave way to a sudden down view close-up quivering image of Ms. Americana’s cleavage which then fell back into a rectangle as more and more such images of various views of wiggling jiggling butt and breast cleavage appeared in full screen and then fell back into the crazy quilt image back drop. Then Ms. Americana’s smiling face appeared as the loud rock and roll theme track subsided and she began to speak, “Hi fan boys. Ready for some fun?” the large face fell back into a full body view of Ms. Americana as she stood before the wall of irregular views of her boobs and butt twitching and jiggling behind her, as she continued to talk the live action images of her breasts and boobs began to be replaced with cartoon clips from the original Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour. “I hope you are UP to the task? But if not I am sure I can get you there soon enough!” Ms, Americana winked salaciously at the screen and then continued, “So just sit back and relax and enjoy my new Ms. Americana Wham-Bam! Hour!” And Ms. Americana began to do a lewd shimmy strutting dance?! as the rock theme sound track blared back in.

“What the hell?!” Ms. Americana yelled leaning forward on the coach. “They are taking all my words and cutting them up into things I NEVER said?!”

“How on Earth, did they get you doing that little mojo shimmy dance?!” Justice Babe blinked wide eyed at the tv screen.

“That-that was when we had finished shooting for the day everyone was just relieved and overjoyed and… I mean they were ALL dancing and I just… What the hell!” Ms. Americana was fuming now.

On the tv screen the image of the opening fruge-fest and credits had given way to the classic animated newly re-vamped Ms. Americana Empowerment Hour cartoon. But in an instant one could see some rather dramatic changes… for example, when the animated Ms. Americana came strutting forward into the scene it was readily apparent that someone had taken a computer program during the digital transforming/processing of the cell painted show, and had added some excessive tit bounce to the main character?! Ms. Americana came strutting up to the camera with tits just jostling all over the place! And some one had taken the time to add some crescent shadows on to the cups of her animated bra/costume so that it looked like she always had hard nipples?! True this was perhaps actually a more realistic portal of what one saw of Ms. Americana live on the day to day streets of Delta City or even in the camel toeing new close ups in relation to her live filmed low angle intros, but seeing someone alter a past work to look more realistically like the source material can have a rude awakening slap especially if you are the source material in question and what had been subconscious and invisible now suddenly seems disgustingly exaggerated beyond any aspect of realism!

Ms. Americana leapt to her feet screaming, “They have made me look like a slut!?”

“How-how can they show this sort of thing on a kids show?” A bewildered Justice Babe gawked at the close-up of animated Ms. Americana’s jiggling nipple hard tits on the big screen tv.

The International Cartoon Network has several channels including Adult cartoon channels for stuff like Japanese tentacle stuff. I was wondering when I saw this show was on the adult channel why that was?” Flag Girl’s eyes remained glued to the set.

“Tentacle stuff?! Wha- Look I don’t even want to know what that is!” An exasperated Ms. Americana pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head with closed eyes. “Just turn that crap off!” Justice Babe stood up rapidly beside her and put her hands on Ms. Americana’s shoulder. “I don’t even want to ever think or hear about that…THAT show ever again! Just turn it off!”

Ms. Americana slowly stormed away with Justice Babe hugging her shoulder in comforting support.

“Just turn it off, Lydia. Okay.” Margaret quietly said over her shoulder.

“But it may not be too bad? I mean it’s not like your naked or anything.” Flag Girl mumbled.

Ms. Americana stopped suddenly and spoke over her broad shoulders which Justice Babe was rubbing. “You are too innocent. You don’t understand. Even as we speak millions of men are… masturbating to me. Don’t you see? They have reduced me to a… sex object! A male play thing! A whore! Please just turn it off and let us forget this has ever happened.” and with that Ms. Americana and Justice Babe slowly left the room through one of the set of sliding doors that line the Great Hall of the Ms. Americana Justice Tower.

“Fine. I will turn the stupid show off.” Flag Girl turned from the disappearing two super heroines to look back at the jumbotron screen just in time to see the animated show cut to a commercial. It was a live Ms. Americana with a computer generated image of a huge strap on dildo on her crotch as the announcer praised the merits of the NEW line of Ms. Americana Wham-Bam extra large strap-on sex toys! Ms. Americana smiled and winked at the camera and said, “Because size matters!”

A piece of popcorn fell from Lydia’s open frozen mouth. Finally she blinked and thumbed off the tv with the remote! “This Mr. Krank had gone way, way too far! I am going to give him a piece of my mind!” She stomped over to the central computer and ordered it to find Mr. Krank’s personal cell phone number and patch her immediately through to it! She placed the ear bud receiver in her small ear and leaned in to the computers mics as she muttered furiously at poor ole Ms. A being treated like that! I mean making her show herself like that, her body and such, and millions…millions.. of boys doing naughty things while watching her… Flag Girl swallowed hard. It was this darn new Ultra Power Belt. It made feel all so.. tingly and warm… she was replacing her soaked shorts three times a day since Brenda and Margaret had made their way back to the secret base bellow Wade Manor and started bringing all their crime fighting stuff back! Ugh! So warm and tingly down there and in her breasts too. Feel sssssooooo good.

“Yes, this is Mr. Krank how can I help you?”

Flag Girl had to shake her head as she mumbled. Just couldn’t stop thinking about all those MILLIONS of naughty boys… but if they were doing.. You know. Well then they weren’t doing that sort of thing with girls and having unwanted pregnancies and stuff and they weren’t out on the street causing problems.. I mean it was sort of like a community service.. All those MILLIONS of boys… ohhhhhhh… touching themselves and looking at her, super star Lydia Wells. Lydia’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned as drool dripped from the corner of her mouth and her ass twitched and began to hump and grind her wet crotch at the suddenly hot clinging sweating air.

“Hello! Who is this?!”

“Mr. Krank? This is Ly- Flag Girl!” Millions of boys staring!

“Oh I see I bet you are calling about the new show, right? Well tough titties because it is all legal! And there is nothing you can do about it! So go on hating it all you want you can-”

“But we don’t hate it! In fact I was kind of wondering? You know I don’t think Ms. Americana is going to have time to film anymore of those live intros for the next few seasons but.. Well… I mean Flag Girl shows up in the last season and well I was wondering.. You know thinking that I could maybe take her place and do the rest of the intros and well.. Stuff?!”

There was a long pause. “Okay.”

“GREAT! I will be down at the studio first thing in the morning! Bye-yah!” Flag Girl gleefully clicked off the communication connection and jumped and danced in place! Then got a hold of herself and clearing her throat serenely removed the ear bud receiver and set it down on the computer console. “A super heroines life is not an easy one and sacrifices often have to be made! But it is for the betterment of society and all we hold dear! Now.. I had better go trim my pubes for it promises to be a long day tomorrow! And I noticed Ms. Americana hadn‘t trimmed hers in her close-ups!!!”

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THE SECRET ORIGINS OF: CAPTAIN CHLOROFORM!

‘Well that could have gone better!’ Captain Chloroform paused for a second to catch his breath. His hand supporting his thin lanky frame in his trademark shiny red jumpsuit. He glanced over his panting breath rising and falling shoulders back through the narrow street where he saw Flag Girl and Cricket scrambling up onto the roof of a parked taxi cab. Around them a horny horde of civilians clawed and grabbed at the two plucky shocked super teen heroines!

Captain Chloroform looked down at the modified super soaker in his Soma gas glove hand. It contained the new liquid he called, ‘Ragezon.’ It was suppose to on contact render an Aphrodite super heroine powerless as it sent her crashing to the floor withering under the onslaught of constant orgasms and thus helpless before him. Instead to his shock it had no noticeable effect at all when he sploushed the brownish green goo on Flag Girl and Cricket. Except to piss off the two soaked heroines.

But now he could see that the chemical having made contact with the super heroines naked skin had the immediate effect of causing the powerful aphrodisiac pheromones they emitted to super charge as it were and now all men and women for blocks around were with blank zombie eyes and open moaning drooling faces rushing upon the two teens tearing off their clothes and desperately trying to rape them!

“Interesting…” Captain Chloroform frowned behind his thin black mask and shook the super soaker sloshing the liquid contents around inside of its bright yellow and green plastic interior. “Well, perhaps the entire night was not an utter lost after all?” he had at least added yet another of his own brilliant chemical invention to his inventory.

He stood up and looked back at the two super heroine teens who where now utterly stripped naked by the slavering horde and where frantically kicking at them while trying to keep their exposed naked bodies covered under gloved hands and arms. “They can’t strike too hard at their attackers as they realize they are still innocent civilians, just under the spell of the Ragezon?!” He smiled as he delighted in watching the plucky pair struggle to knock back all the horny moaning men and women trying to climb up on the taxi roof with them or grab hold of their flailing boot heels and pull them down to them. The chemical had already seeped into their skin and now its effect would not wear off for several more hours! He was jostled out of the way and nearly knocked to the ground and trampled as a new group of sex insane lust mad men rushed with arms raised past him howling for the two young girls bodies!

“Ugh!” he righted himself and stepped back further into the alley way out of the slowly filling milling street of people. He was of course immune to the effects of the new chemical just as he was immune to chloroform or basically any mind/mental state altering drug in gas or pill or liquid form.

He brushed dust off his shoulders and blue cape, adjusting the capes gold clasp and pushed his dark brown bangs out of his masked eyes. “How utterly rude. I give you two nubile wenches to entertain you and you repay me as such.. Rude.” He watched for a few seconds longer but then his rubbery face fell into a dejected pout and he turned and made his way down the rubble strewn alley way. There was just no way he would be able to make his way through that animalistic rutting throng and capture the girls with his Soma gas gloves!?

He kicked at an empty plastic soda bottle and pondered the nights endeavourer. His plan had been brilliant (as always!) he had managed to give out miniature versions of his new Chloro-blasts flower plants as corsages to all the young women at the Delta City Prom! All he had to do was just wait for the appropriate time and release a triggering harmless sonic emitter ray over the loud speakers of the stereo system in the dance hall and all those lovely beautiful Chloro-blasts corsage flowers would have come to life and planted a chloroform kiss upon all those lovely young women and he would have had one of his best hauls yet for Sheik Yarackahs! But no! that meddling blonde slut Flag Girl had to shown up and ruined everything… again! She had destroyed the stereo system before the plants could do their job completely and worse the little pony tailed pugilist had taken to wearing a gas mask when she confronted him?! Not fair! That was why he had come up with Ragezon! A liquid spray that would work on all that exposed naked skin of hers and by pass her little insulting gas mask! Grrrr… like she didn’t enjoy a good sleepy time rape! He knew better than that!

Still when he had drenched her and her ‘new’ companion full blast the two little sluts hadn’t fallen down on their knees in large splatter puddles of girl goo as he had expected. Instead they had growled at him and would have pummeled him into dough had not the newly arriving police officers not suddenly grabbed the two waifs from behind and started molesting their tits?! Soon the recovering students joined in and he had made his hastily retreat out into the street only to see his escape van had been ‘taken’ care off by the two super heroines before venturing inside to confront him! The bus he was going to use to haul away his goodies was by now hopelessly blocked in by the rapidly increasing horde of horny sex hungry ravished populace! So he had swam through the stream of erections and clit-on’s and just made it to this alley ways mouth. But he had lost all his prizes and what members of his henchmen gang weren’t unconscious on the floor bleeding inside were no doubt somewhere in that crowd of manic rapists clawing at the tan tone thighs flailing about the roof of the cab!

Not one of his better capers or nights… he picked up the pace in his brooding shambling gait as he heard more police sirens approaching. Though he would truly enjoy watching Delta City’s finest gang rape Flag Girl and her short companion it would be more prudent indeed to make haste to one of his small hidey holes and change into his civilian identity. Since he would have to proceed on foot back to his main hide out at Atlas Chemicals.

As he cautiously crept and made his way through the back alleys of Delta City to his nearest stash of clothing and chemical back-up arsenal. Captain Chloroform found himself suddenly thinking back on how all of this had begun. Back to the very beginning the turning point of his life. It had all started one fateful autumn day….

He had been a high school biology teacher at Delta City School and was still one to this day! His civilian name was and still is, David Rutland Eamers. He had always prided himself on going above and beyond for all of his students. But this day would have drastic consequences!

Her name was Betty-Joe Lumadue. And after years of teaching roomfuls of busty horny exhibitionist Delta City co-eds she was the very first girl to fill him with sweaty naughty thoughts that left him a bumbling fool whenever she was around. Fortunately as far as normal Delta City cock teases go, Betty-Joe was surprisingly naive and ignorant of the sexual power her busty blonde body contained and the effect it had on all males around her. She was also failing his class. Refusing to dissect a frog which had made up almost a third of the finial semesters grade. It wasn’t ethics just squeamishness that had her cringing and refusing to cut open the amphibian in class.

In what he honestly thought was pure intentions he suggested the young woman come in after school and the two of them would dissect the frog together.

It of course was a very bad idea. The frogs were supplied from the near by Delta City swamp land and came in fresh by the crate loads. They were live and had to be placed into a jar with a soaked Chloroform cotton ball to not put them to sleep but to overdose and kill them.

With the busty blonde girl, her finger in glistening mouth and her chest heaving in her tight see-thru sweater he had some how managed to not only knock over the wooden slat and wire case containing the frogs who escaped all over the room to her shrieks but he dropped the large glass jar of chloroform splashing it on her sweater. In minutes she was unconscious and he justifiably fearing she might die from the powerful fumes he was immune to he tore off her soaked sweater and short plaid dress and tossed them aside.

The sight of her sleeping helpless naked firm young body had proved too much and there with frogs jumping all around him he had raped the young woman repeatedly!

Afterwards he had struggled with his consciousness and felt ill about what he had done! He expected to be arrested at any second but much to his surprise he got away with it?! Soon he was picking a girl out of each of his classes and drugging her with chloroform and molesting her body with increasing glee!? After almost getting caught (he had to hide the naked seamen dripping girl in the cabinet under a sink when a dimwitted janitor named William Anker had come stumbling in with mop bucket in toe! He sent the lout scurrying and quickly cleaned up the girl and his school lab.)

From that moment on he realized it was too dangerous to indulge in his sleep induced sexual lusts and he created a new persona who could carry out these new needs/deeds far away from the Delta City campus and he called him, Captain Chloroform!

And so it had been. Along enjoyable reign of somewhat successful sleep based crimes. Well, at least he had never been caught! That was something and the sale of young women to various white slaver outlets and the occasional gallon or two of primo super heroine milk kept him well supplied in chemicals and labs and equipment that his meager high school teacher salary could never have done!!!

But things were somehow different now.. Fighting Ms. Americana has always been more of a pain than a thrill for him, but this Flag Girl… he suddenly realized that she bore an almost uncanny resemblance to Betty-Joe! His very first conquest! No wonder he found it so thrilling every time she showed up alone and tried to take him down!!

Well! If he was ever going to over the bumbling nervousness he felt every time he saw Flag Girl then he would have to do to her exactly what he had done to Betty-Joe which had cured his nervousness around her! So many years ago!

He would have to dream up the perfect trap for the little blonde tart and take care of this ‘problem’ one last time!

Suddenly he felt lighter happier more joyful than he had felt in months! He began to hum his theme song and his step quickened. He never slept but he did occasionally get tired, weary, listless as he had been for weeks now, but suddenly he felt born again with new strength and purpose and he jumped up into the air and kicked his black booted heels! “Soon that Flag shall be running up my pole! HA! HA! HA! TA- TA-DUM!”

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THE ROUGES GALLERY

I am the peeper. So they call me now. Before all of this I was a celestial being of great powers who roamed the galaxies passing effortlessly through time and space. Slipping through dimensions as water through cracks, pouring my formless self through the tides of time, always moving always peering always seeing, but for what? I no longer know. My purpose, my utter being, my entire state of cosmic knowledge has been obliterated to me now. Now I am just… the peeper.

There were three men. Such a simple beginning, as most such stories are. Three men in a small cluttered room in a dusty corner of Delta City High School/College Campus. Three, human, men. I have to remind myself of that. That this is Earth, that these are humans, that this is but a tinny speck of existence in the great meld of solar systems, that once I knew so much much more but now I know only this little little shallow puddle of time and space. Three humane men, one was tall and thin and ragged in his mannerisms if not dress. And another was fat old and balding and rumpled in his appearance but sharp and clever in his mind. And the third was… a slow witted fool. A pervert. A disgusting sick peeping tom who liked to watch the young women of the campus from slightly hidden places and stroke his erect sexual member while doing so and think sexual thoughts about said women as he did so. He, William Anker by name, had just recently been caught by Lydia Wells doing this. That is, watching her and some other girls exerting themselves in gym class out on the common. Watching their huge full ripe firm tits smack and jiggle together under their tight sweat drenched tops and their full round behinds wiggle and shake as they thrust them up into the air. Watching this and slowly stroking his engorged penis from the shelter of some bushes. Lydia had found him thus. A volley ball had taken a fortuitous careening bounce and had smacked him right on his cock head! He had howled and staggered back his trousers around his ankles tripping him up, falling, falling, hard upon his back. Hitting his head upon a tree root. When he had blinked open his eyes again there she was. His obsession. The only know virgin on campus, Lydia Wells, staring down at him with the volley ball under one arm her face half frozen between disgust and rage, but all he could note was that her heaving quaking breasts were bigger than the neighboring volley ball and her thick hard nipples poked teasingly at him easily seen through her thin tight tops material made all the more see through by the wet clinging sweat of her heaving bosom. Throw in the wide stance of her deeply camel toeing damp crotch in her skin tight far too small terry cloth shorts straddled half over him and well… It was too much. His still erect dick had spurted right then and there. Shooting its thick ropey strands all over Lydia’s white shoe, white rolled down sock, and her tone graceful calf. She had shrieked as if a snake had tried to bite her and kicked him hard in the nuts! His passing sexual obsession with the girl had just twisted into a obsessive sexual love/hate fanaticism.

Lydia turned him over to the school officials, that being Dean Lint, the new male head of the school and his praetorian guard of all male school security thugs. Dean Lint was one of the new order, the rush of males flocking back into the once almost all female Delta City in wake of Fiegn Shui’s diabolical machine under its roots being shut down by Ms. Americana. He was one of the new groomed heirs of fortune set in chess piece place by the Wade brothers who were bit by bit taking over the city and rubbing shoulder to shoulder with some of the most vile and immoral of the criminal underworld. All in some hedonistic male chauvinistic back slide into a male dominated sexual harassment norm of a future for the tattered city.

Dean Lint felt the best way to punish the slow witted but otherwise harmless Mr. William Anker, was to convince the dim bulb that he wouldn’t be turned over to the police if he just ‘Helped’ out in the lab after his janitor and grounds keeper duties were finished every day. To that ends, Dean Lint found his perfect guinea pig for many of the more ‘questionable’ Wade brother experiments a half witted man who had no choice but let himself be strapped into smoking spark spitting machine after machine or quaff smelly glutinous chemical elixirs from egger eyed but twitching mouthed sweating would be geniuses.

For the most part, the experiments proved harmless and failures. And Mr. Anker found himself in a most puzzling situation, in that his er, tendency to peep at the young women of the campus was all but ignored by order of Dean Lint himself and in fact Mr. Anker found himself prompted from janitor to campus security staff! Essentially giving him both the means and a green light to wallow in his hobby/fetish of spying and masturbating to the young female body! And Mr. Anker reveled in his new found utopia of video cameras and peep holes. And his obsession with one particular blonde teen, the ultra prudish prim and proper Lydia Wells, became increasingly twisted and compulsive as he brooded both over how to see her in all her naked glory and how to exact his revenge upon her for humiliating him on countless situations in the past! But then one night with the Dean himself being present all of that changed in the most dramatic fashion imaginable. Mr. Anker found himself strapped into yet another machine in yet another small university lab late at night and this time when the switch was thrown there was a lot more than the usual smell of burnt bacon and ozone in the air.

Three men. A resulting power outage that knocked out half the gulf coast. And now it was two men and a smoldering corpse. The machine was suppose to increase Mr. Anker’s intelligence to a superlative degree and there by in the process cure him of his low minded fetishes, such was the anxious scientists hopes. An intelligence machine, the Wade brothers found the military applications and thus profits most appealing, such was their hopes. A stinking corpse strapped to a burnt rubber chair, this was by no means Dean Lint’s hope as he ordered the scientist to assist his praetorian guard to dispose of the body in Delta City Bay.

But William Anker wasn’t dead. Instead, the machine had in it’s last smelting gasp just managed to pull me from the either and meld me misshapen into the perverts mind and body. All my past thoughts and knowledge and deeds and glories were now forever lost to me and instead I find myself trapped inside a perverts ever degenerate mind. A wash in a constant wallow of voyeur obsessions and sexual lusts. But my presence did make Mr. Anker smarter, much much smarter.

When he recovered from his near death experience and found himself floating amidst the garbage littering the waterfront of Delta Harbor, he knew at once he was a new man. He pulled himself up out of the oily dregs of the refuse choked water and up into the slimy filth of the city proper. He set about creating an all new ‘him’. He used his new I.Q. to change his name to Tom Peers and got a new job and a new look. With his beard gone and his hair cut and combed and a new pair of ‘special’ thick lens glasses I helped him construct he was virtually unrecognizable to anyone on the Delta City School Campus where he kept his days and yes, nights back again, this time much more discreetly and more revenge minded in his endless quest to make all those naughty shameless teen sluts pay by capturing them in their most naked and raw states for all the world to see! And yes, his one true nemesis remains the sweet little air head, Lydia Wells. Whom I have revealed to him is none other than the super heroine, FLAG GIRL!

That Mr. Peers chooses to keep Lydia/Flag Girl’s secret from public disclosure is a quandary to whose answer I neither posses nor seek to know. My thirst for knowledge died when I became imprisoned here. Now I only know the hungers of sexual lusts, though it remains tempered by my remnants of impassioned former state of beingless. When ‘HE’ is awake, he has no awareness of me. I am nothing more than flashes of ‘insight’ or ‘eureka’ that he makes use of in his sublime crimes of perversion. I can barely ‘speak’ to him, if you can call my perceptions and suggestions, such. But when Mr. Peers falls asleep then I am momentarily free. I can leave his body and float as I am now. Flying invisible through the city. I can not travel far from him. A few miles at best and my length of tether is both short and cumbersome. The farther from him I travel the weaker my consciousness and powers are. I have sadly come to realize that if he should die I may indeed dissipate beyond a state of entity?! Until I find a solution to this I do my utmost to keep him safe and well and happy (as he has a manic/depressive temperament bordering on the suicidal impulsive and is not to be trusted alone) and if that means helping him with his tepid sexual schemes, well then! Besides it is all I now know.

There are difficulties, for example not only can I not communicate directly with him nor make him aware of my prescience. But he has no memory upon waking of all that I see in my lone travels! Though he sees them like dreams as I travel and thus wills me to look upon the most perverted situations I can find! Ugh! Still it is all the same to me, and I remain unmoved by what I see for the most part. Still when our observations are too much for him and he ejaculates, well in the brief euphoria of the post climax the tether weakens to such a state that I am sent briefly into a coma of sorts and he is left without my nudging guidance and my powers to help keep him safe. Likewise if he is blinded by a sudden flash of light or such, well again my tether to him weakens and I am unable to help him in anyway until several minutes have passed. Pitch darkness has the same effect as well?! I have never fathomed why that is?

So I counsel him to avoid too strong a light or too dark a place or to let his lusts climax less my powers he relies so heavily upon are rendered ineffectual for minutes or hours depending upon the situation and circumstance. But he seldom listens, none of his kind ever dose.

That said I retain full memory of all I see. Both when he is awake and when he slumbers. And if he happens upon a place or person whom I have witnessed in my solitary journeys I can nudge him into a ghostly remembrance of sorts. I have found through trial and error that he remembers faster and more of the previous images and can make more sense of them if they are tied to some sexual perversion. As such I find myself using my powers of telekinesis again and again to sexually molest or cause the partial disrobing of this or that female in my bodiless travels to plant the triggers to ‘jar’ his memory latter. The greater the building state of lust and more sublime the perversion the stronger and larger the puzzle piece of memory he may uncover latter. It works, more or less, and it has proved helpful both to his continued happiness and in my search for some cure or solution to my imprisonment in this flesh anchor.

His utter obsession remains Lydia Wells… and of course her alter ego, Flag Girl. And it is to her that I fly to night or day as soon as he slips into slumber to seek out and to spy upon and to sexually stimulate or embarrass with a short skirt that mysteriously static clings to her shirt revealing her naked ass and blonde pussy as she bends over to pet a small dog or a button that magically comes undone letting one of her large pert nipples slip out into view as she gives a speech at the homeless shelter or a fast passing taxi that impossibly splashes a puddle it was no where near drenching her blouse and rendering it transparent just as she is to host a group of visiting dignitaries. The constant embarrassments I perform on both Lydia and Flag Girl are endless and constant and yet they simply can’t compare to the elaborate traps and schemes of my flesh other, who ponders and puzzles for hours on end the latest perversion he will unleash on the unwitting /unexpecting teenage air head.

Luckily Mr. Peers who has taken up the alter ego super villain name, The Peeper, has his new residence on Delta City School Campus and as such, not only are there a ready supply of thousands of horny hotties at telekinesis arm’s reach in which to indulge himself in, but it is also where Lydia Wells spends her school days in class, and her evenings working at the on campus dinner, ‘the Jerk n’ Squirt’. And it is also where she has taken up shop in one of the red brick clock gates separating Delta City School grounds and the over grown wild woods of Delta City Park. And not finding her this three a.m. at any of the school buildings, nor waiting tables at the 24/7 rail road car converted dinner, I head now to the aforementioned clock gate. Soaring effortlessly but very slowly as I no longer can move at variable speeds buy must crawl along in the air like some invisible cloud! Ugh! Just one of my new ‘tethered’ conditions of existence. I have only the few hours that the insomniac Mr. Peers grants me as he once again snores in his newly bought leather chair set before his work bench of optics and micro cameras and multitude of lap tops and singular creations of my suggesting. But I pass along at a baby carriage pace, from his body through the walls out into the night air still smelling of the now dissipating salt of the bay fog. A dog passes me and some late night joggers jiggle by and there is a strong urge from ‘HIM’ to follow them in their tight shorts and halter tops, but I struggle and resist. They are moving too fast I would never catch them and using my powers on them to trip them or cause them to pause by some means would weaken me rapidly and thus cause him to wake suddenly. And he needs the sleep, his latest capper has been draining him to almost dangerous levels of a frazzled state. Besides I have been trying to get him to figure out Flag Girl’s secret hideout for almost two months now. Ever since he has returned to the school under his new look and identity as Mr. Peers. But so far there hasn’t been one single sexual incident I have been able to ‘tag’ the location with to ‘swat’ him with dejavu upon his conscious self stumbling across the location during his waking hours. Of course there is also the threat that my resisting his will to follow those joggers will also upset him and he may wake in frustration from that as well.

Still nothing happens and I sense that he is so exhausted that he is content to just allow me to wander for a brief while longer. It is a lonely area where the red brick gate clock resides. Catty corner from it is the dinner I have already searched for Lydia and not found her present. I had to indulge Mr. Peers, as our self The Peeper, and invisibly fondle the two waitresses on duty, that mixed with Mr. Peers boiling sexual lusts which I pour into their minds it is only a matter of time before in an overheated state they had slipped away from the few busty costumers and had a steaming lesbian furious fist fuck behind the counter ending in a shower of donuts and cakes as I brought the entire pastry display down around them and every eye in the place to their newly disclosed still manically fisting naked selves! It was good for a rudimentary boner from the sleeping smiling Mr. Peepers (who enjoyed the chocolate sprinkles?! Nice touch there!), and not too dangerous for an orgasmic blow that would have drawn my sojourn short.

Now at the clock gate proper I simply float up and through the brick arch ceiling up into the secret room where Lydia Wells has set up her super heroine lair as Flag Girl. She is not here… either she is already on patrol or out on a mission or home in bed in her room with Brenda Wade above the Bottom Line restaurant on the water front. The location is too far for me to travel to from Mr. Peers body. And my time grows short before he will wake and my leash snaps me back to him and erases this ‘dream’ from his memory. He may remember the two girls in the dinner if he should walk by it this morning, but since that did not occur immediately around or in conjunction as I am now in the secret hide out of Flag Girl he will not be able to remember any of the things I see or do now. Another wasted night for all intensive purposes. But still there are things here that I wish to see and which I will remember and he knows in his current sleeping state that he is now in Lydia’s secret lair he gaps at her bras and panties thrown on the near by cot and her boots lying on the floor and he wants to sniff and lick them and do naughty things to them… every day is a new day for him. Every time I venture out of his body is the first time he has ‘dreamed’ this dream. It is both exasperating and useful at times. Finding himself suddenly in the hidden chamber of his arch nemesis and sexual obsession will keep him titillating for several minutes as I make better use of my ‘free’ time here.

Lydia/Flag Girl keeps a lap top here… there it is, a new pink one this time and covered with stickers on her small card board folding desk. I use my (dinner exploitation drained) telekinesis powers to open up the lap top and switch it on. My powers quickly bypass the security over rides and I am in. I have been here before. Several times and I have searched through Flag Girls lap top many times, but she keeps a running table on her exploits or more truthfully mishaps and I am always fascinated by them especially as she has only the slightest inkling of what is really going on around her. She exists in a rather shallow perception of reality and her deep brooding contemplations are the stuff of sunny smile Saturday morning cartoons! The information garnered from her files of (miss) perceptions are surprisingly useful for me in both knowing where and when and what she is planning next in order to thwart or compromise her in some sexual way for The Peepers musing or even to make more of a monetary gain from her or other super heroines around her to keep our selves supplied with the more expensive and useful gadgets out there. While showing little regard for cash flow and abstaining from any physical use of a compromised super heroine such as a good milking worth thousands of dollars upon the black market, my other self still seems to occasionally allow me to suggest that as The Peeper we can at least make some profit off our ‘knowledge’ of our spying capabilities say for other super villains who would and do pay somewhat well for information or live video feeds of this or that super heroine or even just our keeping tabs on these champions of justice and acting as an early warning signal for those willing to pay for our services. It may seem odd that I formless as I am would even remotely care about the crassness of currency, but I have come to the conclusion that it may indeed take a great deal of funds to build a machine capable or setting me free again! So I press, I push, I prod and on occasion The Peeper agrees to the necessity of the moment and complies with my line of reasoning and hitches up with this or that villain and makes some much needed mullah!

The glasses I made him provide him with instantaneous telescopic, microscopic, x-ray, heat, cold, all spectrum of lights, and electronic live link to any surveillance system in his immediate area vision. Coupled with my somewhat limited telekinesis powers and the ability to plant either ‘suggestions’ into any mind around me with luckily far greater effect than I have with my Siamese twin or to simply and much more effectively I might add, pour the super humane lusts of Mr. Peers into the naked libido of any one, The Peeper has rather amazing powers!!! His desire to remain hidden in the shadows and obscure behind a enigma of false names and dead end clues keeps us from the fast lane big bucks of the major criminal elements but we are doing alright. And my possibility of escape increases with each successful criminal commission we complete.

Still it is my efforts like this, riding Mr. Peers like an unruly horse for hours of deviant sexual molestations to garner a few minutes of useful information that makes this weird symbiosis pay off. If I left it up to him we would spend all our days in the rafters of Delta City School girls shower room watching Lydia Wells soap up her enormous firm breasts!

I find it somewhat odd that Mr. Peers has after our transformation/melding/transmuting whatever, that he has become for all his sexual overdrive constant perversions a rather sexless being?! He went from a troll in the looks department to a rather attractive man with rippling muscles and I must say for the women of this horse cock obsessed city a highly desirable man packing one of the largest penises in the area and thus on this dirt ball planet!!! He could do as little as simply unzip his pants in the middle of Delta City School campus common and every twitching dripping Aphrodite snatch around would line up and beg for a turn at his enormous oversized cock pole! I mean even in its flaccid state it hangs below his knee and it is a thick around as his well developed bicep, it seems to be erect for hours on end so he has quiet the stamina and vim and vigor to sate even a super heroine!!! He even has the over sized testicles that so many of the women I peek upon prattle on about, how they just LOOOOOVE a pair of tennis ball sized nuts slapping against their pusses and ass?! He has all of that! And yet he would rather sit alone in front of a tv screen and watch girls unwittingly flash their panty-less naked crotches to his hidden surveillance cameras?! Stroking his highly sought after prize penis as he peeps at these self same young women who would pay him a months shopping allowance to get just ten minutes riding his bone?! Humans… I will never understand them. Oh well.

Take Lydia Wells, the teenage ward of Brenda Wade and thus the side kick Flag Girl to Brenda Wade’s super heroine alter ego Ms. Americana, for example. She was a normal healthy Delta City Aphrodite gene girl which meant that she obsessively thought morning, noon, and night, about big giant thick vieny cocks and all the delicious things a constantly horny snatch dripping 18 year old girl could do with them. Unlike the rest of those young girls Lydia couldn’t act naturally upon her sweltering libido laced fantasies and satisfy her lusts upon whim or circumstance, because her own alter ego Flag Girl’s powers arose from a power belt that fulcrum upon a bed of sexual pent up repression. As such, she needs to abstain from all climaxes in order to keep her self and her super heroine powers fully charged and ready and rearing to thwart the evil doers and thump the bad guys that swarmed the nocturnal streets of Delta City.

For this primary reason Lydia Wells was a virgin. Lydia Wells… Certainly not Flag Girl who had been molested and raped more times than almost any other three super heroines of Delta City combined! Flag Girl was, as the Delta City villains oft sniggered, the ‘door knob’ of the super heroine community… sooner or latter ‘everyone gets a TURN!’

And yet despite that both Lydia and Flag Girl never lost their innocence and naive shinny spotless splendor. Why a girl who maintained such a natural effortless cheery upbeat persona could/or should be subjected to so many countless tit molestations and spurting cock gang bangs as she had was really something of a mystery to any of the other super heroines who might pause off hand to count up the shocking numerous occasions on their gloved fingers? Now every super heroine found herself subjugated to a forced rape now and then, it was one of the aspects of the business, but Flag Girl seemed to end up with cum leaking out of her pink bruised holes on an almost nightly basis!? The super heroine community is a rather self interested egotistical lot but now and then a perfectly manicured eye brow did go up about the strange simply staggering number of times Flag Girl ended each mission with her panties around her knees and her ass in the air twitching out cum geysers for all to see! The quickest and most easily arrived at answer to Flag Girls rather notable numbers of captures and rapes was first of all, her very demeanor! It was nice and all to say how sweet and pure and innocent the girl was, but she was also a complete air head! And often simply stumbled fearlessly into traps and situations that most super heroines would have side stepped or avoided completely. And that very innocence and pert slightly little missy uptight and prudish cheerleader bitchy attitude just seemed destined to cry, “rape me you goons! I dare you!!!” to every super villain that crossed her path! And the second answer most arrived at when and if they found themselves contemplating the sublimely startling situation of Flag Girl as a whole was, that she was the side kick of Ms. Americana! Talk about painting a bulls eye on your forehead! (or pussy to be more accurate!) Ms. Americana was THE premier super heroine of all of Delta City and it was just going to be natural that shadowing the bow wave of such a major player was going to drag her side kick, whoever she maybe, straight into an inordinate amount of highly dangerous situations with individuals who were depraved manic sexual deviants! So it just sort of figured. And thirdly, behind a masked narrowing of the eyes and glove raised hand it was whispered that Flag Girl, little prim and prissy and proper Lydia Wells, LIKED it! That the honey blonde with her tight teenage body, loved and sweated and hungered for rough bondage gang bang sex!!!! And that at either a conscious or subconscious level the little hall monitor let herself get ‘taken’ and abused at the drop of a slim daddy hat!

While all these and other variations of such line of reasoning did hold some truth it was not THE main reason that Flag Girl found herself tied up and cock hammered night after night by the villains of Delta City. No, there was an even more direct and pertinent rational which escaped everyone including the oblivious Lydia Wells. And that reason was that Lydia/Flag Girl had a snapper pussy.

Now for those who may not be in the know about such things. A snapper pussy is a pussy that has the odd muscular ability or perfection of design that it adds all the best qualities one might find in a superb blow job and mind melting hand job to the giddy pleasures of a pussy fuck. The snapper adds a sort of slightly resisting pushing pulling twisting motion to each cock thrust and withdrawal stemming from the twitching almost vibrating grasping muscle walls of the pussy. Giving a twisting popping sort of hand job torque with a quivering almost milking pulsing sucking vacuum sensation at the head of the penis. The pleasure is legendary and the number of snapper pussy’s is speculated at being around one in fifty thousand?! In Lydia’s case her Aphrodite gene structure meant her muscles inside her pussy were extra powerful and dexterous and added an almost intense pulling or sucking motion to the cock and her juices flowed so heavy and thick that it caused a swirling tidal thrumming hydraulic force that tickled and massaged the cock head as it humped up and down in her eager squeezing milking pulling twisting throbbing vacuuming snapper hole. The result was simply the best fuck in Delta City and quiet possibly the world! And only the super villains knew it and knowing it they would upon sight of the tow head teen mangle any plans, toss away any chance of escape, cast off any great month long plots, to veer to their new found treasure and snatch her up as the most precious spoil of the moment!!!

Factor in Lydia’s own strong powerful Aphrodite gene pheromones which she constantly emitted and it was less a wonder at her numerous rapes and more a shock that the girl could jiggle/walk the streets at all and not be banged by every cock passing her by?!

Still Lydia herself remained completely ignorant of the extremely rare and precious jewel between her long toned legs. When she on occasion let her finger tip glance lightly across one of her labia’s warm milk soft folds and her pussy lips normally spread wide and glistening pink flower suddenly rose up and puckered and kissed at her questioning finger and suckled at its tip and she felt the strong almost inescapable undertow current of her rippling pussy muscles powerful pull at first the finger tip and then in a sudden gulp the entire finger, as it desperately tried to suck it down its needy tight throat, she never once questioned this, having no other experience than her own body and considered this prized unique part of her self as being perfectly normal and natural and common. Lydia thought it was perfectly natural that a woman’s coochie should have enough power of suction to be able to raise an unconscious man’s body off the floor by simply pulling him by his stiff cock inch by inch using nothing but the swallowing sphincter muscles of her dripping pussy! Up! Up! And into her! How could she ever know otherwise?!

But almost every super villain knew. Either from first hand/bang experience or from lying awake listing to the moans of others in their cells at Delta City prison. Flag Girl was the supreme fuck of a life time and those that had her wanted her again and again! And those that had not had her yet wanted a nibble at that wiggling jiggling snapper addiction!!!

Knowing this, it should come as no surprise that once in awhile the side kick Flag Girl would become the primary focus of a super villains trap rather than her much more famous mentor and friend Ms. Americana. However in her side kick role these traps seldom played out as expected and the glorious Ms. A herself would often be caught within them. In fact, it wasn’t until Flag Girl started to stretch her wings as it were and head out on her own lone patrols now and then that various super villains stood up and took notice and advantage of this.

That said Flag Girl found herself more oft than not facing not exactly the cream of the Delta City scum, but rather an odd assortment of ‘B’ grade villains whom she dealt with amidst sighs and some gritting of her perfect white teeth and blushing embarrassment that she was stuck as she often bemoaned, ‘with the pervs and tards!’ of the sewers and alleyways and not the REAL bad guys of the Delta City skyscrapers and gated mansions! This was very frustrating for the young teen as she felt she had already paid her dues as Ms. Americana’s side kick for so many years and that dealing with pick pockets and purse snatchers was WAY beneath her! Worse there were several low ranking thugs who had somehow become set upon her as their own personal nemeses?! This was perhaps the most embarrassing thing of all. That these loser nobody’s kept showing up and basically challenging her to catch them?! Ugh!

And this was what one found on her lap top in the rather haphazard files, case notes, clues scanned in or typed in or downloaded or digital camera captured, rambling erratic daily journal meanderings and muses. As well as tons of things she wanted to buy and gossipy rants about this or that persons who had nothing as far as I could tell to do with anything remotely, ‘Flag Girl’?! the new lap top piggy backed on the campus WiFi and as such was full of tweets and various face book type pages. Page after page of a spoiled teenagers angst and euphoria over favorite tv shows and boys and thousands of pictures of well… penises?! They were kept in a file entitled: “possible future pervs”?! just hundreds and hundreds of hunky boys in smiling or brooding pictures some posed some not and then about half a dozen photos of their penises?! With some commentary added above each erection. It alternated from rather matter of fact tones to just over the top silly giddiness?! And it seemed to scroll on forever!

But the only file I had been remotely interested in lately was the rather new one she had started called, “Flag Girl My Rouges Gallery.” this was proving most useful of late as the scramble brain super heroine had actually spent some time formatting and setting this file up in a somewhat useable manor and I had been finding out not only what she did and did not know about her ever growing body of advisories but also a who’s who list of super villains who might be interested in the services of The Peeper!

There was no better client then a new super villain straight off the radioactive boat so to say, who had a run in with Flag Girl and had just escaped, barely! The more established super villains had their own experiences and wealth of minions and thugs and enough of a successful bank account to pay them to be used as bowling pins by the bowling ball titted super heroine community. Not so the wet behind the ears or the villains new to the area. These had blind spots you could park a patriotic hued saber jet in. They needed info and fast and did not have the pull or clout to be much of an inconvenient tangle for The Peeper who could make a fast buck in supplying it.

So it was to this file and its subsequent pages that I hurried to and started to perusal of, as I had suspected it contained several new entries since I had last been here:

DOCTOR NOEL BRAINER

Under his name was a small paragraph listing what little Flag Girl had pieced together about the good doctor as well as a large photo of Flag Girl no doubt taken while she was engaged in combat with the super villain.

The paragraph had no other identity for the man other than his name and no known location listed other than, “still at large”. A quick scan of the page and I could see that there was an additional link entitled, “Island of Dr. Noel Brainer.” that linked out to a case file. I telekinesis ‘clicked’ on the link and hurriedly scrolled through it. Apparently the single encounter that Flag Girl had so far with this new villain. The island in question could be seen circled in red from a satellite photo downloaded from the internet of Delta City Bay. Almost all of the many islands of the bay and the channel its self were privately owned and this one was no different. The only noteworthy aspect of the island was that Dr. Noel Brainer who owned it had created a nudist health spa on it. The case file which seemed to be little more than a list of times and explorations and events of the single encounter which ultimate ended in failure not only to capture the villain but to find any conclusive evidence of his wrong doings?! It seemed obvious to me but apparently not Flag Girl that Dr. Brainer could be easily found still upon his island in Delta City Bay and no doubt still attempting his scheme of brain washing and blackmail on the elite wealthy women who still attended his nudist spa! True he had to ‘escape’ from Flag Girl in her infiltration of the island but with no evidence linking him to the crimes he surely had returned and set up shop yet again! I would be able to contact the good doctor there if I should so need him!

I clicked back to the Rogues Gallery and realized the still photo was in fact a small animated gif and I clicked upon the flash gif and watched it. It showed Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, and Omega Woman exiting a boat from what must have been a security camera video tape. They stepped out of the Ms. Americana inflatable boat and up on the beach completely stark naked except for their masks, boots, and gloves, (and no power belts to be seen anywhere?!). Ms. Americana walked up the beach a few powerful strides and then putting her hands on her naked hips said, “Very smart of the doctor to make his island an all nudist colony spa.” Omega Woman strides up besides her and nods, “By doing so he makes sure that no one can smuggle anything on or off his island and thus increasing his security abilities and controls there of exponentially.” Flag Girl covering up her nude body as best as possible with her two gloved hands and hunched over torso then added, “But why on Earth do WE have to be naked as well?!” Ms. Americana answered her quickly, “because the law is the law and the somewhat questionable current governing bodies of the Delta City council and the Mayor’s office passed a law stating that no one could step foot on this island unless they were naked. And no weapons are allowed as well which again the law states our power belts and Omega Woman‘s power suit to be such ‘weapons!’” Omega Woman raised up her gloved hand and shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, “A feeble attempt to thwart any persons of honor or justice from coming to these shores! As they assumed upon the privilege of a super heroines modesty that none would touch a toe here in face of such ridiculous circumstances.” Ms. Americana crossed her arms under her huge mighty chest cannons and smirked, “They perceived wrong! For true justice needs no more costume than her sense of right and wrong and what her two fisted gauntlet gloved scales of honor can measure out!” Flag Girl was blushing up a storm now and whined, “Sure! Fine! But why is everyone else wearing clothes and staring at us?!” Ms. Americana and Omega Woman did a double take and then both howled at the same time! “Great Liberty! We are on the WRONG island?!” then the clip froze for a second and then repeated again until I clicked it back off. I paused for a second. Why had Flag Girl choose THAT image for this page? There was definitely something deeply perverted about that girl?! Just under that layer of ultra shinny goodness was a whole cease pool of lusts and perversions. There was a strong exhibitionist hiding in Flag Girl even more than what normally passed as acceptable for an Aphrodite gene tweaked Delta City teen!

Other than a few blurry images of the naked nudist Doctor and some guessed at vital statistics there was little else upon either the rouges gallery page or the case file. It took abit of time from the haphazard girls way of saying things, but I was able to conclude that Dr. Noel Brainer was a brilliant if warped geneticist who used his nudist spa to fund his research into genetic alterations and provide him with unwitting subjects for his experiments. His ultimate goal in such exploits eluded me as Flag Girl saw no reason to even set down a clue as to that. His principle henchman was a woman whom he used his molecular transmogrify ray on. She was originally an Aphrodite gene woman who had grown to the astounding size of 18 feet by her eighteenth birthday?! Noel Brainer had shrunk her back down to a size of four foot ten! But it had condensed her mass in the process, she retained her giant self strength (and weight!) and in her shrunken form her body was all but impervious to harm! The acrobatic woman could punch a hole through a concrete wall and bullets bounced off her! Her only weakness was a small gold round orb she wore upon her body either as a belt buckle or necklace. If it was removed more than a few inches from her skin she would suddenly grow back into her towering normal size. Not much of a weakness really, except the sudden transformation would render her momentarily stunned. And back in her giant state her cells lost much of their invulnerability they had in her shrunken compacted form. Likewise if in her giant state the orb was placed on or held against her she would suddenly shrink back down and again the transformation would leave her semi-conscious and helpless for several minutes. Her super villainess name was aptly, ‘Brawn’. For all her strength she was not very bright and Flag Girl had given her the nickname, ‘Little Kong’ which she gleefully noted the young woman hated with a passion. In tit for tat Brawn had coined the now popular “Flag Pole” (or the subsequent variations of ‘Gage Pole” etc.) nickname for Flag Girl… I had wondered where that had come from?

FRACTURE

There was a new super villainess called “Fracture”. She apparently could use reflected images to create reflection captured clone doppelgangers that shattered into glass shards if struck. She apparently had had only one run in with Flag Girl and that right here on the School grounds. The young woman was trying to replace a visiting senator who had come to speak to the students with one of her clone images. For what purpose our little attention deficit blonde champion never mentions. Not on the Rogues gallery page or the linked to half page case file. Only one blurry image of the girl reflected in a window, fittingly enough. And the main image on the Rogues gallery page was a still photo of Flag Girl surrounded and menaced by several no doubt mirror image Flag Girls! Noting for me to use on that one… yet. But not only did The Peeper offer services of surveillance, security and information, but he could hook up one talented super villain with another complementary talented super villain. As such this Fracture once discreetly approached might prove a useful partner for some other villain needing just such talents as she seemed possessed of?!

THE SINISTER SASQUATCH

And here was The Sinister Sasquatch! A thousand year old hairy twelve foot tall hairy man who wielded absolute power in his tiny mountain kingdom in Tibet. Even the Chinese feared him and left him alone! Not only did he possess great strength but a near genius level I.Q. and he had long ago learned from the mystic Tibetan monks how to paint strange runes upon his few hairless places of his body to give him super natural powers. The powers varying depending upon the runes. His one real weakness was that the runes could be easily washed off should he be submerged in water and thus his mystical powers would be lost. He also needed and was addicted to super heroine milk to charge up the runes powers and to use in his immortality serum which was the bases of his long long life. As such he was constantly stepping out of his strong hold in Tibet to travel the world in search of a new super heroine to milk.

It would seem Flag Girl had become just such a cow for him and there were half a dozen links out to case files that seemed to hold no other information than the teenage blonde’s being surprised and attacked or tricked and trapped and then raped and milked by this hairy behemoth! In fact I knew much more about the Sasquatch than she did. She had nothing about his Tibetan ties in her files or on her Rogues gallery page. Other than his super villain name he was little more than a serial rapist who appeared out of nowhere and either sprung a trap upon her or simply man handled her into submission. He beat her, fucked her, and then milked her. And so far she had been unable to stop him. She dose go on for several paragraphs in minute detail about the extraordinary ‘gift’ of his penis size and virility, but other than that the page is blank about anything else concerning this legendary villain whom almost every super heroine has faced and been savagely molested and milked by several times over in their careers. With the Sasquatch it is always just a manner of time before he tracks you down and nails your ass! And quiet literally too! As his favorite position seems to be doggy style with him hammering his stout monster sized pole down the shit hole! Definitely a taste for anal on the sick bastard!

It was on this file that I noted that the color bars running across the top of each Rogues gallery page, what I had mistaken as ‘decorations’, was in fact several stats on the subjects penis length, girth, stamina, etc. And some gold stars denoting favorite positions or fetishes, and an over all ‘perv quotient’ summary score at the far end?! I could not tell if the final scores were meant to suggest the over all dangerousness of the subject or something….else?

Not much for me to use there. The Sasquatch has little need for The Peepers services. Though it is interesting that Flag Girl makes mention that at the moment of intense orgasm the Sasquatch seems to lose much of his neigh invulnerable state and that a swift kick of a sudden backwards heel to the nads can drop him like a sack of frozen potatoes to the floor leaving him helpless for a minute or two?! She seems to have temporarily escaped the inescapable monolith twice that way?! Interesting if not actually immediately useful…

CAPTAIN CHLOROFORM

The good captain seems to have taken a real likening to Flag Girl his recent exploits seem to just star the blonde giggle head! His Rogues gallery page is a scroll forever and has no less than twenty links to case files?! The main picture on his Rogue page shows Flag Girl naked on top of a car in downtown Delta City with another naked young woman cringing next to her? The car is surrounded by a horde of sex crazed men and women who are zombie like trying to climb up after the two teenage girls and no doubt rape them! Some of the horny horde have tatters of the super heroines costumes in their hands. In the back ground one can just see Captain Chloroform making good his escape and laughing over his shoulder. The caption to the picture states that the Captain had just sprayed the two super heroines with one of his new concoctions, “Ragezon!” It was suppose to drive a super heroine insanely horny and leave her quivering helpless on the floor in a pool of her own pussy juices. Instead it triggers a super heroines pheromones into insane over drive and causes all people around them to become mindless rapping monsters! The effects wear off over time, about six to seven hours, or if the super heroine washes the pheromone triggering sticky gas off her. Combined with his patented Chloroform and Soma gas gloves the Captain has become more than the ‘B’ level threat most super heroines including Flag Girl still misperceive him as. His recent sometimes paring up with the Pornopine has also allowed him to combine and expand his chemical inventory and he is more than a match of any solo super out there, though few seem to know it yet!

She seems to know little or nothing about the Captain but his secret identity and secret origins are known to me. He is a good client for Mr. Peeper and knows the value of going into a crime with as much Intel as possible or with an unblinking set of eyes watching his back and whispering a warning if needed. I have personally helped the Captain on no less than three of the occasions Flag Girl lists here that resulted either directly or indirectly with a good cock bang and milking of the little blonde tart or just some frustrated musings of the blonde battler at the brief glimpse of disappearing blue boot heels!

But it is the link out from the still picture that intrigues me here. A click on that new super heroine sharing a cab roof with Flag Girl a new girl called:

CRICKET

Cricket is not a villainess. She is a new super heroine and exactly the kind of information mine that produces the most gold from the super villain community. Everyone wants to know more about who ever is hot on their trail especially if she is new in town and unknown to most!

And that would be Cricket! It would seem that Cricket and Flag Girl are fast becoming friends! They have shared no less than five recent missions together. Watching one another’s wiggly backsides as it were!

Cricket, is Kate or Katty Ricketts. 161cm/5 ft 3in and weighing in at 42.1 kg/93 lbs. She is a pint sized powerhouse. Recently arrived from Australia, that land down under. Where she did some super heroine journeyman work filling in as Joey for the Australia premier super heroine Kanga Girl! While the real Joey was indisposed somehow?! She made her way to America and to Delta City in particular following the trail of some shady off shore oil well ceo’s who had polluted much of the great reef! Though an Aphrodite gene woman her powers seemed limited to increased healing and endurance, she shows no sign of great strength or any special abilities. She relies heavily on gadgets and seems to be currently the young side kick of Fly Woman! Staying with the super heroine in her ex-breeder base up in orbit. As such she can use the base to teleport instantly where needed and escape the same way.

Her hand to hand combat is fair to middling. She uses special boots to let her jump great heights and distances, but otherwise seems to only have a belt full of high-tech tools to fend off evil doers. The only other distinguishing characteristic, and one that Mr. Peepers quickly noted, was that unlike most of the super heroines of Delta City who have large round full spherical breasts, Crickets huge breasts are torpedo shaped and jut out from her body quivering as she assists Flag Girl in her missions. Nice…. A lot of milk there and such large pointy nipples covering her breasts entire tip! I am sure half a dozen super villains would love to put a milk taper on there! And would pay well for information leading them to get just such a chance!!!!

PORNOPINE

Not much on him either. A few grainy old photos. She seems ignorant of his true identity as Professor Pratt Phall and the cause of his mutation. And yet she always has several of his “DREAM CREAM’ ice cream empty containers lying around the place. The Pornopine is a man who had been irrecoverably transmuted into a portly man covered in semi-transparent quills. These quills slowly refill with a yellowish liquid that has an overwhelmingly powerful aphrodisiac on any women whom they prick and doubly so on Aphrodite super heroines. He can ‘throw’ the quills as well growing new ones in time, and his own sperm from his tiny penis is an instant explosive and addictive orgasm to any woman unfortunate enough to swallow it. Rendering her highly susceptible to long term persuasion in the immediate aftermath. It is this sperm that the Pornopine under various non deplumes uses in much diluted quantities to make his world famous best selling small batch ice cream. The proceeds of which he uses to both pay the bills and fund his various nefarious projects. With no super powers to speak of he is no match for even a Flag Girl in a stand up fight, so you will rarely see him out and about and going toe to toe with a celebrity super heroine on the six a clock news. But just a few quills can drop even the mightiest superior woman into a grinding humping horny orgasming mindless beast! As such he is not to be taken lightly. Which is just what Flag Girl seems to keep doing repeatedly here in the linked files.

The Pornopine is a hermetic loner, a free lancer and more likely to be rendering chemical or bodily fluid assistance to other more brazen criminals plans than seeking the help of Mr. Peepers in committing his own diabolical schemes.

THE BOOBY TRAP

Ahhh. The milker extraordinary! The man who everyone turns to or thinks about when contemplating milking a big titted super heroine! He is more known for his gadgets and machines than pulling off any crimes anymore. He maintains various ‘catalogue’ and secret shopping sites for the ordering and selling of his almost endless wares. Chances are if you ever see a super heroine being milked, the machine doing all that raping and milking and restraining bares a ‘BOOBY TRAP’ manufacturing logo somewhere upon it.

Little is known about him, but he seems to be a business man more than a super villain. I know of no powers that he possess and apparently neither does Flag Girl.

Even she lists him more for his supplying the ‘tools of evil’ to the criminals than committing any overt criminal acts himself. Still he gets several links out to case files including one where he helps the entire super heroine community against some terrorist that slams a meteorite into down town Delta City receiving a full governors pardon in the process, only to then trick them and milk them all?! Gotta love a guy like that!

THE GREAT GUMBALLIE

Almost nothing on this one. I know much more than Flag Girl yet again! I know for example that while most of the criminals of Delta City tap into the rare and lucrative resource that it offers up in quality and quantities like no other to found anywhere in the world, that being ‘super heroine milk!’ The Great Gumballie is a coinsurer. And his only interest is in jewels! The most precious the most priceless and Delta City has its fair share of those!

He is a short fat man in his late fifties with shoulder length greasy wavy black hair that has an unfortunate white stripe running down the middle of it giving him a certain inescapable skunk motif that all super heroines harp on upon seeing him. He dresses in a plain drab brown tattered great coat. under which he wears bright almost neon green and yellow gaudy but very expensive clothing. He covers his fingers and body with lavish expensive rings and gold and jewels that he is obsessively possessive about.

He carries with him a large wooden mystical carved hurdy-gurdy. This is his tool of bread and butter for cranking on the hurdy-gurdy can cause any who hear its old rasping metallic strains of melody to fall completely under his spell of command. Of course putting your fingers in your ear ends that instantly but apparently Flag Girl has never figured that out?! The hurdy-gurdy can also open up its face and inside there is a zoetrope, a sort of round lampshade disk that has numerous photos or pictures upon it with a light that shines in its center that causes the spinning disk to project a moving image. A sort of early moving picture projector. Only in this case the image comes alive and dose the masters bidding. There is only one image/creature on each lampshade disk and even the bulky coat pockets of The Great Gumballie can only carry a few of them with him on one of his crime capers.

The m.o. of the master jewel thief is rather a simple one; either he sets up near an open window of an expensive house or inside a museum and then begins to crank the handle of the hurdy-gurdy placing either the owner or the guards under his hypnotic command and have THEM commit the crime for him and bring him his precious gems. Or he opens up the face of the hurdy-gurdy and places in a disk and cranks the handle and brings some creature to life to commit his robbery. Though he usually reserves the zoetrope creatures for defense against super heroines who get in his way!

There is a downside to the hurdy-gurdy he relies on so much. First it takes several turns of the crank before it creates its banshee wail music or conjures up a zoetrope image into life. It has a ‘warm up’ period of several seconds during which a quick thinking or fast fisted super heroine could take advantage of the situation. Second the handle is hard to turn. In fact I know of no other than The Great Gumballie who can turn the gold plated handle?! Though a super heroine could of course muster up such strength, I am sure. But even the prodigious strength of The Great Gumballie can crank on the machine for no more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time before he is utterly winded and needs a desperate breather. And this brings us to the third such handicap of the mystical hurdy-gurdy. If The Great Gumballie takes his hand off the crank of the hurdy-gurdy he loses all control over the summoned creature(s) or the hypnotized people, but just as there is a warm-up for the hurdy-gurdy there is also a cool down. Once the crank stops turning the music or image continues for several minutes unless The Great Gumballie uses his great strength to pull the handle sharply backwards which causes the wooden box on its singular gold plated leg to stop dead.

The Great Gumballie has never been captured and I doubt he ever will. For in his youth he was a circus clown and master acrobat of the high wire. He remains an Olympic level gymnast and utterly fearless. He possess great strength along with his agility and this coupled with his rotund look easily fools law enforcement and super heroines into severely underestimating his prowess. He is also a master of prestidigitation and a first class locksmith, talents that have served him well in his chosen field and made him in turn a master of escape.

Despite his ragged great coat and somewhat bedraggled appearance he is far from poor! He owns a castle in the Carpathian mountains and keeps several wild beasts in his lands harkening back to his circus days. Lions tigers bears oh my! Roam his lands and castle and it is only the utter thirst for gems that sends this otherwise hermit loner out into the world to steal and confiscate the worlds greatest treasures of jewels to add to his own magnificent horde!

As far as Flag Girl is concerned he is just another ‘perv’ in a smelly big coat! It is interesting that she mentions that on the three occasions she has tried to take on The Great Gumballie he has beaten her and then used a hose from his hurdy-gurdy to milk her breasts?! I can only imagine that the mystical minstrel has come to realize that siphoning off breast milk makes any Aphrodite gene super heroine powerless for a short time and that he is doing such to make good his escape? Or maybe he fell for that gag Booby Trap told him that super heroine milk can cure baldness and abnormal hair coloring situations?

One interesting side note that Flag Girl has added here; in the last two encounters The Great Gumballie has had a mummified animated small winged monkey on his shoulder who obeys his commands. I am at an utter loss about that one, unless his new parlance for milking subdued super heroines dry has something to do with this new occult creatures appearance?

THE LUMBERJERK

Big guy, all muscles and no brain who runs around the heavily wooded Delta City Park (formally the enormous estate grounds of one Dr. Raptor) dressed as a lumberjack resplendent with a huge axe and robs anyone who passes by. He has the rather odd habit of not only taking all of the monetary belongings but if they are female all their clothes too?!

This one is unknown to me. Seems a two bit hood and other than the fact that he seems to posses some ‘re-pore’ with the forest flora and fauna having some limited ability to have them do his bidding, he just seems a wacko in plaid to me.

I am not sure what he calls himself, but I am sure it isn’t Flag Girls sneering given moniker of ‘Lumberjerk’?!

BIG N’ BAD

Believe it or not, two werewolves living in the swamps/marshes just off the industrial section of the ‘wrist’. More than just super natural werewolves, they have been further mutated by the toxic sludge of the areas various chemical plants and industrial run off.

Perhaps more revenge vigilantes than true dyed in the wool super villains, as they have attacked the factories and their owners who are responsible for destroying the swamps and other areas of natures ecosystem. Still their methods are lethal and highly chaotic in their goals and of course no stabilized society can accept that, so here they are in Flag Girl’s rogues gallery.

I happen to know that the two split their time between living in the polluted swamps and in Underbelly. And that their civilian names are Zeke Shepard, and Jeb Shears, they are the soul survivors of the small group of people who use to live in the swamps.

Flag Girl has several of her invisible eye bot camera photos of her being raped repeatedly by these enormous glowing hairy beasts! The largest photo which also happens to be an animated one when clicked on, is a double penetration pic of the two huge wolves mercilessly hammering both holes of the flaxen fighter! I can’t help but notice that every double penetration situation Flag Girl runs into ends up being the largest picture on a page?! I think we may have found little Miss innocents favorite sexual position?!

THE GEEK

A classic Delta City villain and one Ms. Americana no doubt has ample stores of info on in her own crime lab computer data base back in her shinny new giant forty story gold ‘A’ fortress piercing the sky of down town Delta City. But here Flag Girl has only a few photos of her two run ins with the villain and a few lines of commentary. No link out to crime files. Her two run ins seem to have been accidental, perhaps replying to a silent trip alarm as they both seem to be encounters with The Geek as he was rushing away from an electronics warehouse with stolen tech? She seems to have not bothered to ponder why he was stealing this equipment nor what he was going to do with it once he had it?

In both cases she arrives at the scene and attempts to physically accost him and both times his companion robots beat her into submission and then he or they seem to have raped her unmercifully until the police threatened to arrive.

I am curious about the photos. Some seem to have been taken from the internet from various sources, cell phone and face book personal pages for the most part, from no doubt eye witness/passer bys. But several of these like the one with The Geek here do not seem to have come from any web page or tabloid or security hacked camera? The angle is of such that the camera can not have been ‘attached’ to a wall mount as reverse images of other photos show no such wall or structure to be present. I seriously doubt that these images were taken by The Geek and thus stolen by Flag Girl at a latter time. Instead I am beginning to suspect that Flag Girl has been using one of the super villains Blink hover cams to film her own exploits. That would fit with the ego of this silly vane self obsessed little air head. To have taken some of Blink’s captured hardware and used it to film herself in action as Flag Girl for her own scrap book here!

In keeping with this theory Flag Girl has no less than four of Blinks hover cams here in her hideout, lying about on the floor and table. These cameras are state of the art tech from the new Wade Brothers Company and are not only small powerful flying eyebot cams that can remain aloft and functioning for up to 72 hours at a time but they have a mini-stealth cloaking shield making them utterly invisible to the naked eye, though they do show up on some high tech scans. They are top secret military cutting edge tech and one of the Wade Brothers newest cash cows. How Blink every got his grubby fingers on them I don’t know for sure? But if Lydia/Flag Girl is using them to film herself that could prove very valuable to Mr. Peepers! For the cameras must be programmed to follow a signal source. Meaning Flag Girl must be wearing a low frequency short wave transmitter upon her person when she goes out on patrol in order for the cameras to track her and keep her in recording range?! With some luck it should be only a matter of a little effort and Mr. Peepers can find this frequency and thus not only be able to live track the little blonde air head but intercept the feed of the eyebots and watch all they see! And what they see shall be Flag Girl in all of her most humiliating and embarrassing nightly mishaps! Yes that should keep Mr. Peers happy!

That said I wonder what The Geek is up to? These two encounters are very recent indeed. Both within the past week. Usually The Geek just steals tech to upgrade his own personal equipment as he has lost his soft ware company to a savage corporate take over by the Wade Brothers Company and is rather broke, to be blunt about it. He has spent much of his recent time playing video games! Wallowing in his misery I suppose? Prior to this, the last crime I heard he had committed was the stealing of the latest platform home entertainment system from Japan?! Some prototype and a fist full of game disks to go along with it. Sad really. I had heard that he was also up to doing a little freelance ‘support’ work for other super villains for some much needed pocket cash!

Again it is interesting that the largest photo on the rouges gallery page is one that clicks into a brief flash animation gif of The Geek (who is wearing a t-shirt that reads; ‘all your base are belong to us’) slamming his cock into Flag Girl’s ass as his robots hold the squirming super slut helpless. He is screaming, “Are you ready for my upload! Blondie!” This girl… has issues.

There maybe something of use here….

THE BAG PIPER

I really, really wish Flag Girl had taken the time to put in a table of contents here! Or some kind of tab browsing! Instead you click on the large pink arrow at the top to either go to the next file or the opposite arrow head to go back the previous file or there is a single middle button to exit out completely. Not much of a navigation system but it beats her random dump file for all her other stuff at least she is begging to set up some kind of system here?! Huh, still it seems one just has to click and see what the next non-alphabetical rogue one will be!

This one I have never heard of before…. Another ‘B’ lister. Some guy in a Scottish bag piper outfit kilt, bonnet, and all… big red beard from the few photos. The bag pipe seems to have the power to create sonic storms and some form of telekinesis blows as well as audio sound attacks strong enough to crack vault doors from blowing into his bag pipe.

Flag Girl has at least learned the Bag Piper’s real name is Scotty McGuffin, a former sound engineer for a recording studio. Impressive list of major rock bands he has worked with in the past.

He seems to be one of only a handful of crooks that Flag Girl has taken on and beaten as he is currently in jail for attempted bank robbery.

There is a long note here about how impressively ‘endowed’ the piper is and that the head of his penis in its flaccid state hangs down bellow the mid-thigh kilt he normally wears?! And that Flag Girl took the piper down with a ‘blow’ of her own?!

BANDITO

Interesting. A man of proud Hispanic descent who races about in an old west Mexican cowboy/gaucho outfit complete with fringed sombrero, covered in pistols which seem to shoot everything except bullets?! Shoots gadget bullets instead, such as exploding rounds, acid rounds, chloroform rounds, smoke rounds, grappling hook round, even a punching boxing glove round and an expanding net round?! A bank robber for the most part. He carries a guitar upon his back and has an odd tendency to pause and sing his own praises as soon as he accomplishes any successful task! Flag Girl lists him as an expert with the lasso (watch out for the rope burn!) and that his silver spurs ‘hurt good’ when he kicks your buttocks to make you titty fuck faster?! Eh, yeah.

The stopping to sing in the middle of a crime about one’s own brilliance must be a major weakness as he also was taken down by Flag Girl and sits in the Delta City prison awaiting trial.

MS. BUSH

Only one appearance here. Ms. Bush recently attacked the Delta City Zoo and took its chief curator Ms. Lyons hostage. The major photo on the page here shows Ms. Americana surrounded and being menaced by lions while tied to a rock in the center of the lion pit exhibit at the zoo and an unconscious Jungle Babe about to be thrown down into the pit by one of Ms. Bush large gorilla henchmen/creatures. Ms. Bush is a big game hunter by trade and a much sought after poacher by international law enforcement, who can usually be found in the company of one or two of the rare giant mountain gorillas she befriended as a lost orphan child and who will obey her every command. These are savage creatures of super humane strength and not to be trifled with.

Ms. Bush normally wears khaki shorts and bush gear and pith helmet and is an expert tracker and trapper. She runs a secret ‘game preserve’ where super villains from all over the world come to hunt super heroines for sport and pleasure.

Apparently the attack upon Delta City Zoo was to lure out Jungle Babe an adversary too wily for Ms. Bush to tackle in her home land jungles with much hope of success. In the unfamiliar and confusing city Ms. Bush was successful and captured the super heroine Jungle Babe and her sister Jingle Girl. And promptly disappeared with her quarry.

Flag Girl somehow managed to get almost squeezed to death and then raped by a giant python before escaping and freeing Ms. Americana and rescuing Ms. Lyons. Apparently no one in the super heroine community knows that Ms. Lyons is the secret identity of Ms. Bush?!

It is not mentioned here, but Ms. Bush has another accomplice in her super heroine capture and big game schemes and that is a wall of muscle called, Jungle Gym. A great mountain of a man he is an expert hunter and tracker and often wears a similar khaki bush out fit as Ms. Bush wears. Between the two of them and their mix of super sized wild animals which they discovered and train upon their secret Lost Valley hunting grounds the two make a formable pair indeed.

I wonder who is right now enjoying the hunt of Jungle Babe and Jungle Girl and the of course rape-fest that follows a successful super heroine hunt?

BLINK & FOCUS

Blink is a teenage hoodlum who specializes in all things optical. Something of a brilliant mind his main drive is to acquire as much wealth as possible by the easiest means at hand. He is not entirely ’all there’ and prone to somewhat shoddy plans and half baked schemes. As witnessed by his recent pairing up with the Baker a former pastry chief who simply wanted revenge against the Wade Brothers who shut down his one hundred year old national landmark cooking school in order to bulldoze it and turn the area into a parking garage for their near by new privet club golf course. The entire revenge scheme hinged on sabotaging a banquette in the Wade brothers honor. Blink seems to have been contacted and brought along to deal with the Wade high tech security equipment and surveillance systems. The whole scheme was a disaster of course and easily foiled by the Wade security forces on hand. Blink seems to have escaped and in the process stumbled into the cloaked hover bots that had caught the Baker and almost caught him. With this new tech in hand he began committing more high end crimes.

Focus was/is the main hover bot computer that Blink used to control all his other hover bot cameras and their freshly added on weapons that his tinkering had produced. Flag Girl seems to have destroyed Focus when she captured Blink.

Blink is now in Delta City prison and Flag Girl seems to be using some of his confiscated invisible hover bots to film herself on her nightly missions now?!

THE PIRATE KING

More of a Ms. Americana level of criminal but he seems to have had a few run ins with the solo Flag Girl. Her file here is almost all pictures of her fighting and naturally being gang raped by the Pirate King and his crew.

There is a long tradition of Pirates in Delta City and in fact the city it’s self was first established as a pirate city/strong hold. That said one can find a certain pirate motif running through out the city and a romanticized nostalgia for the ‘old days’ as it were. And that maybe why political corruption and open crime by business is so strangely accepted as the norm?

There is an interesting link out to a file entitled, “BLEACH BLANKET BINGO”? init the Pirate King seems to have created something or more likely stolen something called, ‘the Blonde Bomb’? some kind of device that upon detonating would turn all men and women in the immediate area into blondes and thus air head morons! Apparently Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Fly woman, Cricket, some under water heroine called Nautica, all tried to stop the bomb and failed. It went off and made everyone a dithering blonde idiot. Except Flag Girl upon whom it had no noticeable effect! Flag Girl had been undercover in a tiny pink bikini on the beach in question as Lydia Wells and had taken the full blast of the bomb in its secret cave hiding place when she had stumbled in her high heels and accidentally set it off. This left Lydia/Flag Girl in charge as everyone else was staggering around giggling and horny. Fortunately Flag Girl managed to stop Pirate King and his other Blonde Bombs from detonating at the annual governors convention being held out on a cruise ship in Delta Harbor. And the effects of the first bomb seem to have worn off after a few days?

THE MELLOW FELLOWS

These three gentlemen seem to have become a regular staple in the nightly patrols of Flag Girl. She has had dozens of encounters with them but seems to have pieced together little about them despite so much contact.

They are in fact three well known very wealthy men of the Delta City business community. Top CEO’s and all of their crimes are simply committed for the sheer thrill of it. They dress up as 1930’s college lettermen complete with bear skin coats and coonskin caps and letterman sweaters and rolled up checker pants and black and white orange crepe sole shoes! And pencil thin black eye masks to hide their well known civilian identities! Their super villain identities are: Eton, Oxford, and Yale. They effect snobbish accents and arm themselves with seemingly harmless sports equipment such as cricket bats and tennis rackets, but these are electrified and can carry quiet a punch.

They traipse about town at insane speeds in a supped up over hauled 1930’s open top roadster! The car its self is a semi-sentient master computer and a weapon in and of its own rights despite the fox tail hanging from its radio antenna and fuzzy dice from its mirror. Not only will the car join in the fight if a super heroine shows up, by slamming into them or producing Soma gas out one of its many exhaust pipes, but upon subduing the super heroine the car’s head lights turn into tit milkers as the car it’s self runs on super heroine breast milk!!!

As such the Mellow Fellows spend their nights roaring around town looking for ‘fun’ and super heroines to milk to keep their ‘Hot Rods’ tank full! Flag Girl seems to have become a staple diet for both the car and the Mellow Fellows ever stiff cocks!

It is interesting that Flag Girl denotes most of her Mellow Fellow Rouge gallery page to a teen age boy named, ‘Wendell G. Gottmore’. This Gottmore seems to be some high school student whom Lydia Wells knows and who has been recently hanging out with the Mellow Fellows on their crime spree wearing a mask and going by the name, ‘Ascot’. He seems more like a mascot than a member and the Mellow Fellows seem to be using him more for his brilliant mind than taking him in as an equal. This Wendell seems from his photo to be an ultra nerd loner type, wearing poindexter white dress shirt, pocket protector full of pens, taped together glasses, flood water black trousers, and braces on his teeth, and is constantly put down, harassed, and ridiculed by his classmates from what Flag Girl says here.

Interesting in that Flag Girl makes mention that little 90 pound rail thing Gottmore happens to be in possession of one of the largest thickest cocks that she is aware of in all of Delta City?! I must admit if the stats running across the top of the page are in fact correct his member truly rivals Mr. Peepers astounding package?! Needless to say, Miss Wells has become very concerned for Mr. Gottmore’s situation and consequently Flag Girl has made it her mission to put a stop to these Mellow Fellows no matter how many times she is defeated and raped. She somewhat acidly notes that so far Mr. Gottmore has refused to join in on any of her rapes?!

Hmmmmmm? There may be potential here.

OVERKILL

For all the lethal aspect of his name, this bush leaguer is about as harmless as the scum of the Delta City sewers and water fronts produce.

Unknown to Flag Girl this teenage boy is a bag boy/cart pusher at a produce market just off the water front by day named, Willie Banger. He is meek and mild in his civilian persona and over the top bad ass in his super villain costume. But he is all bark and little bite. He possess no super powers at all in fact and instead has found a dropped ring which allows him to momentarily increase his strength to that comparable to a super heroine, but it can only be used in spurts and the ring is only good for a few of those spurts before it has to ‘sleep’ and recharge.

Overkill thinks he has got a bum wrap in life and thinks life owes him some easy money and some payback for his unfair existence.

Meanwhile the Wade brothers want their stolen and lost prototype ring back!

As far as I can tell this maybe the only super villain that Flag Girl has faced on a solo mission who hasn’t raped her?! This maybe because Willie Banger has the hots for his red haired store manager and thinks and lusts only for her?

COX ROBYN

Delta City is world renowned for its numerous busty Aphrodite gene super heroines. And consequently those super heroines highly sought after breast milk! That said there were a few males who were equally genetically twisted by Feng Shui’s machine and saw a likewise enlarging in their own organs of increase. That is for all the impotence the machine caused amongst the majority of males it did produce a few here and there who found their penises swell in size and vitality and their testacies do likewise! These huge cocked and huge balled men of course find it much easier to keep these changes discreetly hidden behind jock straps and baggy trousers than their female counterparts and their rather more obvious huge breasts. But just as super heroines breast milk contain extraordinary abet temporary powers, so too do the seamen of such mutated men carry equally useful properties even if the men possess no super powers themselves.

Cox Robyn is the super villainess moniker of Ivana Moorehead, a Delta City genetics major at Delta City college who has accidentally discovered these philosopher stone properties of this rare seaman and has donned her villain identity in order to go out and forcibly collect her much needed rare research material by what ever means necessary!

Armed with a rudely converted Bobby Trap Hand Held Sucotron 2000, she succeeded in several attempts to find and forcibly milk the cocks of over a dozen such men until Flag Girl confronted her and sent her to Delta City prison where she now works in its cafeteria no doubt planning her escape and revenge.

HOTTIE

Ahhh, yet another! New super heroine! She is linked out from one of the Cox Robyn photos and must have helped in that super villainess capture?

Hottie, whose civilian name is Amber Flint. Amber works a series of part time jobs in order to make ends meet in the topsy-turvy economy shambles of recent times. She works as a part-time substitute teacher specializing in world literature at Delta City School. There she has been hopelessly embarrassed by the male students (and some of the female students) since day one, as she is an easily blushing youthful looking red headed thirty year old woman with large full firm double J-cup breasts narrow waist full round pert hips and a preference for tight clothing. And thus the unwitting sex fantasy of most of her class, who in turn constantly cock tease her in her class room and have her steaming up her old fashioned cat rimmed glasses on an almost daily basis.

When she is not teaching class she is writing hot steaming romance novels under the name, Penny Flame. In face of her sexual day to day repression and prudish demeanor these rather graphic, one would easily say, pornographic novels thinly disguised as romance literature is something of a dramatic departure for her public persona!

Neither of these two jobs pay very well and so Ms. Amber Flint can be found also down at one of the Delta City fire stations where she works as a voluntary fire fighter for again rather small wages. If this seems an even wilder leap from the everyday meek mousy Ms. Flint, it should be noted that she was raised by her father after her mother died in her child birth and that he was the Fire Chief of a major fire station and so actually she was virtually born and raised in such a place and is one of the most honored and decorated fire fighters in the entire city.

Her father died as did many fire fighters in the almost holocaustic blaze that issued from the meteor crash in down town Delta City. And ever since she has lived in her small apartment which she had shared with her father, a lone solitary life.

Recently upon responding to a massive warehouse fire started by the criminal Inferno, Amber was covered by chemicals and engulfed in flames which in turn awakened her Aphrodite gene powers! She now has fire based powers and occasionally ventures forth in naked except for a small eye mask and a flame bikini she maintains through her powers to fight crime. She is about as naive as they come and she and her entire powers can be over come by just a good drenching of water!

Seems Flag Girl who has fought along side Hottie says that her new powers also come with a certain flaw that an increase of heat makes this new super heroine increasingly horny! And we all know what happens to a super heroine who climaxes! She is left dazed for a few precious seconds and unable to use her powers! So just a broken air conditioner at school has little missy square panties suddenly all fidgety and undoing her tight blouse buttons and staring at those boys thrusting their tight packages at her as she licks her trembling lips and imagines what is inside all those tight blue jeans around her and she is calling them up to the black board to write out passages from the Iliad and swatting them on their strong muscled square asses with her yard stick and oh my! What a little slut little miss prim and proper struggles to contain within!

It seems worse when she transforms into Hottie though immune to flame the flames she wears and summons to use in fights just makes her hornier and hornier until her cork pops and down she goes tumbling from the sky! Yep seems she can fly too!

The name Hottie seems to have been given to her by the local press and Flag Girl, no doubt through gritting perfect white clenched teeth, notes that the sale of Hottie posters has almost rivaled the sale of Flag Girl posters?! Ha!

I think we have a winner here!

TOUCHÉ, THE THIEF

Old school all the way. A second story thief. A rather busty young woman with exceptional acrobatic skills and a master lock smith with considerable escape artiest techniques. This one just wants money, lots of it and to spend it wildly at the downtown shopping malls.

I have no idea who she is and apparently neither dose Flag Girl. But considering her guessed at age in the photographs on her rouges page and her circuit of crimes all around the school grounds which are rimmed by down town Delta City, I would guess that she is a young student who lives in one of the dorms.

She is yet another of the few who has yet to molest Flag Girl nor milk her despite having left her tied up twice now for the police to rescue?

BOO!

In a city full of insatiable buxom constantly horny exhibitionist women, such as Delta City is, it would be ludicrous to imagine Mr. Peepers as the only perverted peeping tom in town. There are in fact thousands of such depraved men and sooner or latter it seems Lydia Wells/Flag Girl gets to meet them all!

That said, Boo! Is something special. And since Flag Girl’s rogue page has almost nothing on it about it I shall tell it! The tale starts out with a Mr. Jack Koff, grandson of the legendary 1930’s Hollywood horror monster film maker extraordinary, Boris Koff. When Boris kicked the bucket his only surviving relative, Jack Koff inherited semi-trailer loads of old priceless monster movie memorabilia which he had shipped to his home in Delta City with the idea of some day opening a museum in tribute to his illustrious but rather forgotten grandfather.

Now Jack was a nice enough fellow, and he managed to scratch out a living writing books and magazine articles on old movies and he hosted a late night local Saturday Fright Night tv show where he sat in his blue dress shirt and tweed pants and bow tie and horned rim glasses and talked about the horror films that he was showing and gave interesting bits of trivia and some insight and history and film lore and had done so for almost ten years. He wasn’t famous by any means but he kept his head above water. But with his home now cluttered with tons of horror film memorabilia he realized he would never be able to get a loan or earn enough cash to open the museum of his dreams.

Things might have went on like this until Jack kicked the bucket himself except for two occurrences. The first was the fact that Jack’s house just happen to be right next to Pi/Pi/Pi the hottest sorority on all of Delta City campus. Now Jack prided himself on being an upstanding citizen and he sure as hell didn’t want to ever turn into one of those perverted old men that teenage girls are always laughing about. So he would wave in passing at the girls as they hung out on their porch in their bikini’s but clinging hard to his single bag of groceries he would just smile and look straight ahead and walk into his own large Victorian style house and close the door behind him with a sigh.

This iron will had held out for ten years against the most cock teasing sluts the city had to offer all partying loud and naked and horny next door to him and it might have gone on holding out for another ten and another ten after that if Lydia Wells hadn’t become friends with Babs Wellington the third. Babs was living at the sorority next door to Mr. Koff and soon Lydia was an almost frequent daily visitor.

Now it isn’t just that Lydia Wells is considered one of the hottest of the hotties in all of Delta City and one of the only known virgins above the age of twelve! But her body produces some of the most powerful Aphrodite gene sexual pheromones around! It was only a matter of time before Jack broke and snuck to his wooden privacy fence and peaked through an open knot hole.

There he saw Lydia Wells and fourteen other sorority co-eds sunbathing naked and playing naked volleyball in their enclosed back yard.

Jack couldn’t control himself the zipper went down and the cock came out! He was stroking up a storm when suddenly whoosh! A missed volley ball came flying over his fence and bouncing into his back yard. Stuff was always flying into his back yard from the neighbors, Frisbees, lawn darts, bra tops?! Since he tended to work nights and sleep during the day the girls had been told long ago just to go retrieve their belongings and let him sleep, please.

In a frozen up in the throat heart beat Lydia had grabbed a beach towel and wrapping it around her buxom figure and yelling, “I’ll get it!” over her tanned shoulder she had smacked open the large gate set in the privacy fence between the two properties. The gat nailed him hard in the back of the head and back but luckily it also hid him entirely from Lydia’s view as she scooped up the errant ball and returned to her side of the fence slamming the gate close behind her!

Close one! But before Jack could breath a sigh of relief he found to his increasing horror the concussive force of the gate hitting him and smashing him against the fence had forced his erection into a splintered crack between two of the red wood fence boards. There was his cock… on complete display to all the teenagers on the other side of the fence.

Frantically he yanked and pulled but it was completely stuck he couldn’t budge it! Surely it would only be a matter of moments before one of the bubbly bouncing around teens would see his thick prick sticking through the fence and start screaming!!! His mind raced but just then out from the sorority house came Violet Bloom. She was working on getting a degree in botany. And in her hand she held her latest chemical experiment a powerful plant growth formula. And she began to spray the bushes which in fact where actually hiding Jack’s trapped penis from view but he of course couldn’t see that from his little peep hole at eye level.

She gave his hidden pecker a good soaking with her highly experimental formula all the while humming and ignorant of the fact he was even there.. Or was she? as she stopped at the very end of her spraying and winked up at the eye hole and then removed the cap and poured the whole contents upon his quivering burning dick?! She even tapped hard on the bottom of the plastic bottle until the green sludge came oozing out and coated his shaft. But surely he imagined that?! Then she turned and went back into the house, and the burning concoction added just enough lubrication for Jack to pull his penis very, very painfully back onto his side of the fence. Holding his wounded prick in one hand and his pants gathered around his ass in his other he winced and shuffled back to his backdoor only to get bonked in the head hard by another stray volley ball?! Not sticking around he ran/hobbled/crawled inside his house just as Lydia Wells came jiggling back into his back yard looking for the ball.

Setting his broken glasses aside Jack washed off his skin scrapped bleeding penis the best he could but that green gunk had stained it green and it would just have to wear off! Luckily he was a confirmed bachelor and it wasn’t like there was any one in his life that was going to see it!

And here is where the bizarre steps in, that green gunk caused Jack’s penis to grow and grow and grow and grow until it hung down his pant legs like a freaking green elephant trunk! As the penis grew he found his own lusts increasing as well. At times he felt as if he were turning into one of the many monster masks hanging on the walls around him. Eventually all his skin became green and he could no longer leave his house as he paced about with his throbbing cock obsessed with the young, giggling, yelping, laughing, squeals coming non-stop from next door.

One night he couldn’t take it anymore. The girls next door where having a little late night pool party with the grill out and a few friends. Jack broke out his grandfathers make-up case and with some pieces from some of the other monster costumes lining his hall he dressed himself up as a new monster he called, ‘Shroud’ and decided to go take another peak!

To make a long sad story short. Jack tried to rape several of the young women only to have Flag Girl show up and smack him around a bit. He half came to his senses and tried to flee, tripping over a volley ball and taking a header right into the grill and setting his costume on fire. In flames he raced into his house through the backdoor and burned it to the ground…. Horrible.

Didn’t end there of course. Jack Koff was listed as an innocent person who had died sleeping in his home when it burned to the ground, the mad man rapist having shed his burning costume in the house and escaped out the front door.

But maybe Jack Koff was dead, but not that monster he had created that night. Now in ghost form it returns now and again and peeps and pinches and lifts up blankets and steals panties and bras and yes occasionally if turned on tooo much it tries to rape the women in question. It has the odd ability to take the glowing form and strength and weakness of all those 1930 monsters Boris had created. But mostly in its ‘Shroud’ form it searches for Lydia Wells and Violet Bloom whom it blames for its current spectral state. Oh and they say if you ever see it, it slowly raises up its arms and says….. Boo!

MOCKING BIRD

Mocking Bird was once paired up with the super heroine Oreo, who went missing some years back. Lately Mocking Bird has returned only on the other side of the law and pulling some low profile heists.

As her name might suggest, Mocking Bird has the some what off and on power to mimic the powers of others she is fighting for short periods of time. Basically stealing their powers for a few minutes. This seems to stem from an amulet she wears as it tends to glow when this occurs.

Otherwise she is your average super heroine Aphrodite gene woman. In her late twenties by now, her secret identity is unknown and her current crime spree unfathomable, even to me.

In the photos of her fighting Flag Girl she is wearing a more revealing and much sexier version of her original orange and black outfit.

Despite the bird motif and name she dose not seem to posses the power of flight.

FLAME STAR

An on again off again super heroine. In that she is an alien who occasionally visits Earth. She is as likely to commit a crime as to help thwart one and thus her listing in the rogues gallery no doubt. This is a woman? Who just doesn’t grasp the concept of personal property and just takes what she needs when she needs it. Hence the problems when she visits Earth.

More a problem of Omega Woman’s than Flag Girl, the haughty snobbish bitch from the stars has still managed to cross our buxom blonde do-gooders path twice now. Both times causing with her flame based powers mucho property damage and some rather embarrassing moments for the young super heroine.

It would seem Hottie and Cricket came along for the ride both times and unfortunately for them the dominatrix mindset of Flame Star rewarded them with some savage strap on rapes?! From the look on Hottie’s face I would say this must have been her first forced bondage anal rape?! What a priceless photo!

UNDER BELLY

Not a person, but a place. Yet I can understand why it would warrant a listing in any super heroines rouges gallery.

When the fragment of the otherwise destroyed meteorite came crashing down into the evacuated down town of Delta City. The resulting explosion not only left a burning crater several city blocks wide, it also sent a huge fire wall/wave jetting through the endless natural and man made caves and caverns and tunnels under the city proper. In the process destroying the vast majority of the inseminoid life down there.

This had three main effects. First; it allowed Ms. Americana to finally with her red head busty partner make it through the now charred and deserted maze of tunnels to the hidden pleasure dome of Feng Shiu that had been long ago converted by Ms. Americana into her own secret base. This series of domes and caverns was located under Wade Mansion and it contained all of Ms. Americana’s priceless crime fighting equipment. It also contained the access to the lower levels where the Feng Shui machine continued to hum, abet at a less powerful influence over the genetic structure above it, and where Ms. Americana siphoned off her power to recharge her belts.

Since the Wade brothers had taken over Brenda Wade’s company and business empire and over Wade Mansion it’s self, Ms. Americana had been fighting crime without her power belts or other gadgets trying vainly to make it through the inseminoid horde of the underground Delta City and reach her secret base only to be raped again and again in defeat. The inseminoid were now gone and past their crispy remains Ms. Americana now reached her base via a back door so to speak. For the next several months Ms. Americana rushed all her equipment out of the base and back through the underground winding tunnels, while making sure to permanently seal up any access points to the towering Wade mansion up above.

The second effect was that the crater gave Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade the chance to turn what had been a derelict section and now smoldering ruins of town into a giant gold fortress! Which the buxom crime fighter now filled with all her long lost equipment! More importantly she ran a long cable from the Feng Shui machine away from her now empty and abandoned base to where Brenda Wade’s construction bots had built a new glorious forty story high giant golden ‘A’ shaped tower, a fortress of justice, with a great large park all around it for the entire city to use and enjoy, where the meteorite crater had once been. And just in time too as inseminoid are a very hardy species and in just a few months the entire caverns of Delta City were once again flooded with the sex starved monsters!!! But Ms. Americana had succeeded in getting all her gear and stuff out and into her new tower and had more importantly connected that tower to the mystical source of power from the purring machine of Feng Shui and so she could now re-charge and start using all her power belts again!

The third important effect the meteorite crash had, was that once the inseminoids had been destroyed, even however temporary that turned out to be, much of the homeless of Delta City slipped down into the now empty great caverns and tunnels and set up homes there. Soon a huge underground city called, ‘Underbelly’ existed.

When the inseminoids returned, the inhabitants of Underbelly fought them off and created barriers to keep them out. The city has survived many onslaughts from these creatures and continues to survive to this day.

Being what it is, a sort of underground outcast city, it has become the lair and hidey hole of several of Delta City’s less well off super villains.

Like most super heroines, Flag Girl has heard whispers of it, but has never been there and wonders if such a place really dose exist.

Not only dose it exist, but they have found and tapped into the power of the Feng Shui machine and it is only a matter of time before Delta City finds its self jolted to a new rude awaking!

FENG SHUI

What can be said about one of the worlds master criminals? He seems to have come from China escaping an European group of super heroines created just to stop him and his horrific schemes. Eventually he ended up in Delta City or under it, and set up shop again. That was back in the late 1800’s! he built his pleasure dome and his machines. The purpose of the machine was to tweak the genetic cells of the women in the city above him to create Aphrodite gene women so he could capture and milk them and use that milk to create his immortality serum. The machine also had the secondary unintended effect of rendering every male in a one hundred mile radius impotent, unable to get or maintain an erection. Entire armies searched for the machine, they failed. Men fled the area by the thousands. Leaving behind an almost entire population of women. A strange weird mix of women, boiling in the machines gene tweaked lusts, sexual hungry insatiable, exhibitionist, and yet for all their large busted pussy and nipple flashing lusts, a city of repressive morals and high standards of public service.

Into this Brenda Wade appeared and took on the reclusive Feng Shui, she defeated him with the help of the first Flag Girl, Alison Brite, who sacrificed her life as well as Trinity who as the super heroine Atomica also sacrificed her life in the epic battle.

With Feng Shui gone and presumed dead, Ms. Americana basically moved in. She couldn’t shut off the machine but she could adjust it so the men could get their boners back.

Alison Brite returned as the much altered and brainwashed Dragon Queen, with two clones of Feng Shui each calling himself Feng Shui and the other clone, Fondue. Ms. Americana defeated the two clones but couldn’t bring herself to destroy her once closest friend even if Dragon Queen no longer had any memories of her life as Alison Brite.

An interesting side note, before his demise or plummet into the chasm with Alison Brite clutched in his talon hands. Feng Shui told Ms. Americana/Brenda Wade that HE was her real biological daughter and not the dead General Wade who had raised her?!

I wonder if that is true? Regardless the information alone could be most profitable.

According to Flag Girl Feng Shui made a brief return appearance on some small bird sanctuary island in the channel and turned into a dragon?! Before escaping….. Interesting.

FONDUE /FONG DU

Nothing really here about them. I think they were included because of the earlier Feng Shui listing as Flag Girl never met them or saw them or fought against them at any time and they both died in explosions trying to destroy Ms. Americana this was way before Lydia Wells time.

SHEIK YARACKAS

If you want to talk about white slavery in the middle east then you are talking about Sheik Yarackas. This contemporary of Ms. Americana keeps her figure and beauty well! She must be in her late forties or even mid-fifties yet this enormously busted woman could easily pass for a young minx half her age! Sexually insatiable and with a well known taste for elaborate and cruel traps, this wealthy powerful woman literally walked out of the deep desert one day and took over almost all the white slaver trade in just months after her arrival?! She wields an almost absolute power over much of the illegal dealings in the complex middle eastern and north African block.

Always dressed in a veil and often see-thru gauzy outfits none have clearly seen her face and it is rumored that she often walks around the streets of cities like Cairo in various disguises. She wears magical amulets whom give her whispered at powers and she is a master hypnotist. Her sexual preference for women is well known and she keeps a harem of several hundred well trained such girls as her personal lovers.

Her entire originations is composed of women only and she is a staunch feminist and her favorite form of entertainment is watching men who have either crossed her or imagined to have crossed her to be castrated by elaborate means, such as having their penises being shorn off by a stone alligator statues mouth lined with razor sharp teeth which is in turn triggered to descend slowly by the captives own impulsive attempts to wiggle his anus slowly up from a stone phallus set in an open jar of scorpions in which his ball sack tied with gold weights dangles down into, hmmmm that sort of thing.

I have always found it odd that a woman who so obviously hates and despises all men should make it her career to capture young women and sell them to men who are going to subjugate and rape them repeatedly?!

Flag Girl seems to have ran into some of the Sheiks female agents who frequent Delta City for it’s unnatural high concentration of huge busted sexually insatiable women that sell for a great amount of money on the black markets of Arabia.

The Sheik is not above using others (including men, Captain Chloroform seems a means of steady supply for her!) to capture women for her or to assist her in accomplishing her tasks, but Mr. Peers will have nothing to do with her, and I suppose if I had a male flesh body with such an enormous appendage as he has well, I might be a bit squeamish as well.

One last interesting note, and not to be found here on this rogues gallery page, it is rumored that Sheik Yarackas too is a daughter of Feng Shui?! Brenda Wade and Sheik Yarackas sisters?

OASIS, THE EGYPTIAN CATBIRD GIRL

Once a super heroine and major nemesis of the afore mentioned Sheik she is now the Sheik’s right hand man so to say. It was Oasis who Flag Girl ran into as she trounced some of the non-powered thug-ettes of the Sheik. Oasis seems to have taken up her masters perversions and after defeating Flag Girl she spent what must have been a considerable amount of time ravaging the helpless heroines body. The pictures on the page are rather… extensive?

No real info on Oasis here. She wears a cat mask and has wings that allow her to fly. She dose not appear to be in much for clothing and I am not sure if that is a strap on dildo or if Oasis might be something like Panthris? A woman whose clitoris can swell into a huge functioning dick. Sort of a Japanese dick-girl?!

Japanese dick-girls are something which by the way Flag Girl seems to attract by the droves if the odd assortment of photos in her jumbled unlabeled photo file would suggest?! By the way the front file photo to her haphazard unsorted photo dump is a close up of her (Flag Girl‘s) face while a huge cock is blasting a thick hot load from what must have been a savage titty fuck all over her throat with her own cum covered panties crammed in a wad in her mouth… just saying. … issues.

TICK-TOCK

Not really super villains per say, these two short middle age men run a small shop in the Benito building. They are masters of anything mechanical. They repair and sell anything. You will find a lot of clocks and watches in their small cluttered store but their most profitable trade is mechanical toys. They sell a lot of mechanical wind-up circuses around the holidays. They take commissions and are often called in by the city to fix the inordinate number of public clocks seemingly everywhere scattered about the place. They are also rumored to be fences and many of their commissions are for the rather less scruples minded hence their listing here.

Interesting photo here of Flag Girl dealing with a bunch of wild animals who turn out to be clockwork mechanisms (a staple of the Tick-Tock!) the image is a flash and when you click on it Flag Girl starts whomping clockwork butt, until they start exploding?! Then she notes out loud that the mechanical creatures have bombs in them and are designed to explode if they take too much damage! Since they are fighting next to an over turned gas tanker truck and there are civilians nearby, Flag Girl has no choice but to begin pulling her punches against the thieving mechanical beasts! There is a police motor cycle cop arriving at the scene and he throws up his arms in alarm as yet another clockwork animal explodes, this time a camel (seems these hinged hump animals are being used as ‘pack mules’ to store and transport away the stolen loot?) in this explosion Flag Girl is picked up and tossed and lands legs spread wide with her crotch plastered up against the motorcycle cops windshield. The cop is yelling, “What the?! Exploding camels?! I need back-up! There is a camel toe on my windshield!”

THE BROTHERS GRIMM

Also in the Benito building. Another small shop ran this time by two brothers who specialize in occult books but you can find just about any kind of book here, providing it is at least fifty to sixty years out of print! Also rumored to be fences and thus again with the listing here.

Interesting to note; the famous travel writer Soren Foote, visited Delta City during its women only phase and recently during its flood of returning male phase and he noted that one of the bizarre things in a city of the bizarre was that while other cities have streets full of small shops or block long strip malls or giant mega mall buildings, Delta City has most of its down town business off the street and instead inside huge towering buildings?! The reason for this is of course the enormous exodus of males and their families leaving entire sky scrappers empty and barren and no one wanting to come in and set up their corporations in a city that at the time, renders all males with a shriveled up pinkie sized limp dicks! Consequently all the street merchants and small businesses that remained were allowed to move into these empty ‘office’ buildings and for dirt cheap ‘controlled’ rent set up their shops. The recent meteorite crash just a few years ago also sent many now destroyed business up into the remaining high rises. So in Delta City the small shops don’t tend to run horizontal across the city blocks but vertical inside the sky scrappers. It is a rather surreal sight to step out of an elevator and see instead of rows of immaculate office doors and cubicles, row after row of antique stores, and ice cream shops, and pet stores, and rug stores, and hair saloons, and so on!

I should also note that, the meteorite that crashed into Delta City fortunately stuck one of the seven large fingers of land that jut out into Delta City Bay. Downtown as it were, covers four of these large fingers and so when you often hear some one tell an outsider that a meteorite smacked into downtown Delta City and obliterated it, they make the mental image of ‘downtown’ being like most cities, a large singular expanse. But in Delta City there are actually four major areas of down town split by water just like there are ‘seven’ Delta City water fronts running along each of the seven major fingers. It can be a bit confusing at times.

The area known as the ‘Palm’ by the locals, that is where the seven fingers join back into the mainland is where you will find Delta City School, the homes of the wealthy, Raptor Park, the three cemeteries, the zoo, and such.

Further back in the ‘Wrist’ you will find most of the industrial parks, power plants, water treatment plants, and an increasing mix of farms and woodland.

The Seven Fingers and the Palm are all large chunks of hard rock that rise up high above the Delta City ringing flood plains, the Delta Channel, and Delta Bay.

The Wrist is more black soil than rock and past that one finds the earth increasingly less rocky but there are several spurs of rock that form almost weathered mountains running off the wrist back into the mainland and as such is covered with woodland forests thus for all of Delta Cities huge size there are only two main highways that pass through this area connecting the city to the rest of the world. One of the large spurs of rock that can be found on the Wrist bends and cuts across the Wrist it thus called ‘Watch Ridge’ because it looks like a wristwatch on an aerial map (it was were pirates stationed lookouts during their hey day against land based attacks). This means that the only two major highways connecting Delta City both have to pass through long tunnels of solid rock to get past Watch Ridge. During its pirate base phase this wall of rock at their back gave Delta City a strong sense of security from outside threat, now it tends to be seen more as a vulnerability as several super villains have cut the city off from all but air and sea travel in the recent past by blocking the Wrist and its two tunnels by various means.

Only the smallest ‘Finger’ remains ice free through out the winter and thus it is almost exclusively covered with docks and warehouses. The rest of the fingers and the channel its self eventually freeze through the winter months and it is a Delta City tradition to refer to the passing of winter by denoting how many or on what finger you can still dock a ship or ferry to. There are hundreds of high rocky islands in the channel and in the bay and most of these are inhabited by privet estates or business. These bands of rocky islands can be something of a hazard for the constant busy shipping lanes but they also shield Delta City from the brunt of most storms. Thus supplying it with many safe harbors. Once a pirate haven and then a major coal town and fishing port Delta City is now a major center of import and export trade.

CHARM

Charm’s real name is Celeste Harmony. A product of a new age commune out of the great northwest. This teenager came to Delta City to be the next Ms. Americana but found herself quickly bamboozled by the Wade Brothers wealth and power. She now is the first super heroine in the city to fully throw in her lot with the brothers and seems to operate out of Wade Mansion and several of their Delta City properties. Perhaps in youthful rebellion against her hippy parents and their liberal ideals, Charm seems to embrace the Wade brothers ethos of all women being bare foot and pregnant in the kitchen or on their knees between their male masters knees with a beer resting on their bobbin heads?! She thrives on the mass media attention and praise of the new male order and is obviously being promoted by them as the replacement for Ms. Americana and her militant feminist views. She is a staunch republican and believes in the obliges of nobility, that is that it is perfectly fine for a few to have the most providing that the few in turn see that the most don’t quiet starve.

Though a super heroine she is listed here on the rogues gallery not as linked out in case files but as an actual rogue page obviously because Flag Girl dose not like her! In fact the two seem to have openly tussled at least upon one occasion. There are several pictures on the page of the two fighting at was suppose to be a Wade brothers ceremonial opening of a new Wade bank. The click on flash image shows Flag Girl struggling against some local thugs who had showed up to actually rob the new bank as it was being dedicated?! But the two egos of both Charm who is also battling the thugs and Flag Girl seem to have crossed paths and they actually start exchanging words and then blows while off handily dealing with the rather pathetic street thugs. The image shows a police chopper view of the mayhem down bellow in the street and the chopper pilot is saying into his radio mic, “there’s bodies flying every where! Looks like a hoedown!” To which an on route commissioner of police shouts back into his radio mic, “well then some one help Flag Girl up then! Do I have to tell you how to do everything?!”

Charm’s powers are based on crystals she wears upon her costume and allows her to cast hexes against adversaries and buffs upon team mates. Her combat hand to hand capabilities seem almost non-existent and the fact that her powers are more of a support role rather than a one on one type maybe why the Wade brothers and increasingly the entire city, find her the perfect super heroine? The police seem to like a super heroine who makes the bad guys fall flat on their face or punch weaker or guns jam while they in turn find themselves suddenly bullet proof or leaping over parked cars at Olympic sprinter speed. They don’t mind sharing the spotlight with a super heroine who ‘helps’ them catch the bad guys instead of standing around looking useless while some of the other super heroines do their job for them!

There is a huge ad campaign underway through out the city with billboards of the hot sexy young red head Charm welcoming people to the NEW Delta City. And her voice can be heard on the radio in similar ads and on tv holding babies and waving as she floats in the air. But in the day to day world she is always seen walking just behind the two Wade brothers whenever and wherever they go out and about.

BARON VON WHEELIE

This guy is just some goon in a German world war one spike helmet and biker leathers who leads a gang of motorcycle hoodlums. He gets a rogues page no doubt not because he is any kind of serious threat (he and his gang seem rather a bumbling lot!) but because it was him who tried to rob the new Wade brothers bank on its grand opening day ceremony! They also play a small part in the Bleach Blanket Bingo/blonde bomb scheme as sort of lackeys for the Pirate King and his crew. Running around as a diversion for the most part.

For all their seemingly inept bumbling nature they have a surprisingly good luck in escaping from their many foiled plots! It seems their ‘bad luck’ is contagious to any around them for long. They recently escaped during a prison transfer when the prison bus transporting them got a flat tire lost control and smacked into a closed Harley Davidson store?! The group of goons quickly made their get away all on new hogs! Such is the freakish luck of BARON VON WHEELIE!

The only other side note Flag Girl puts here is that not only dose the Baron possess one of the smallest penises in the whole of the Delta City crime world but none of his gang has even one decent pecker in his pants, and they are all embarrassingly quick on the trigger popping their corks almost before they can get them out of their often stuck zipper leather pants!

She dose note that the only female in the group is a very muscular tall (six foot seven easily!) red head named ‘valkyrie’ though sometimes some one in the gang will slip up and call her Hilda which infuriates her (in fact her real name is Hilda Humsucker from Hoboken New York) . She constantly wears a large black strap on dildo and though appearing to be Wheelie’s girlfriend she has a quick temper and Flag Girl notes that she has personally seen Valkrie ‘discipline’ the incompetence of the rest of the gang with savage anal rapes?! …Yikes!….

There is a photo here of said Valkyrie doing some of that ‘discipline’ upon Flag Girl while the portly short Baron and his greasy odd ball mix of German leather field caps and goggles thugs look on smiling and drooling waiting their turn?!

The rest of the gang numbers four and are named thus’ Throttle, Handbrake, Gastank, and Spark….. Yeah. Not much use except as the Pirate King used them, as canon fodder distraction!

JUSTICE BABE

She links out from two photos on the Charm page where she showed up and stopped the two hot heads from fighting. And again from the Bleach Blanket Bingo/Blonde Bomb file as such she is in one of the Baron Von Wheelie photos on his rogue page and links out here.

Justice Babes real name is Margaret Veldersnatch. She is Brenda Wades new (and currently ONLY) best friend and helped her get the Bottom Line restaurant and fishing cannery back up on its feet after Brenda had lost everything to the Wade brothers. From these new humble beginnings Brenda Wade was able to launch her new Brenda Wade Construction Company. This construction company composed entirely out of a work force of construction robots has been very successful in rebuilding much of Delta City time and again and is responsible for the forty story giant glittering gold Ms. Americana Tower of Justice and the enormous landscaped city park around it.

Justice Babe is almost identical to Ms, Americana in size and basic build. Except she has a long mane of fiery red hair, pale freckled skin, and her costume is a bit more, er, revealing to cause even greater distraction amongst adversaries to compensate for her lacking much of the combat skills of her mentor and friend. She wears an Ultra-Power Belt just like Ms. Americana and Flag Girl and thus can flash transform from civilian clothing to her rather skimpy see-thru crime fighter costume. The costume is mostly white with random sized red and blue stars speckled upon it. With white fingerless gloves and white thigh-high boots. She wears a basic white eye mask and on public interactions or press occasions she will summon a hooded cloak to help conceal her otherwise risqué skimpy attire.

It was decided early on that since Justice Babe was going to going out on missions with Ms. Americana rather than solo missions for quiet a while that her belt should be set up as complementary to Ms. Americana’s. As such were Ms. Americana’s belt has a kinetic force field to slow down projectiles and fast blows, Justice Babe has instead the ‘magic shield’ instead. Thus her belt protects her from spells and some damage magical creatures physically might cause with direct violence, which Ms. Americana’s kinetic belt can not stop.

Every Aphrodite awakening gene gives some unique power to it’s host super heroine and Justice Babe has the ability to summon a bright white energy eagle that she can use as a scout to see what it sees, and to light up dark places. She can do this without the belt. With the belt the eagle can pick up and carry a few hundred pounds of weight and can be made to explode in a ball of blinding light. It can harass enemies but hits with little power in actual attacks. It can be summoned and dispelled as often as Justice Babe wishes but each time she summons it her lust increase greatly and the lust continues to grow building dangerously close to a climax steadily as long as the bird remains summoned.

If climaxed Justice Babe is left dizzy and unable to concentrate for several minutes, far longer than the more experienced Ms. Americana. And her power belt loses its charge (so to speak actually the belt continues to have its Feng Shui energy charge it just requires a certain amount of lust in the wearer to be able to connect and build off that to trigger the greater genetic powers) rendering it ineffective until she builds up enough lust to recharge it. Again it takes her much, much longer to rebuild up her lusts than the more seasoned Ms. Americana. So an orgasm can very effectively take Justice Babe out of fight for the remainder of the battle?!

Margaret Veldersnatch was practically raised on fishing boats and is an expert swimmer capable of holding her breath for a very long time and she is very skilled with fixing and building machines, especially cobbling together engines. She is also very afraid of heights and suffers from vertigo in high places.

She is fearless and will not abandon nor let Brenda/Ms. Americana down no matte how dire the situation becomes. She traveled with Ms. Americana through the tunnels and caverns and sewers of Delta City and earned her stripes countless times in night after night of conflict with thousands of inseminoid creatures and consequently has already experienced numerous rapes and molestations! Her significant increased bust size bears witness to her numerous milkings and inseminoid birthings.

Contrary to what one might expect, Justice Babe and Flag Girl are best friends. Lydia Wells/Flag Girl is at that age where she wants to spread her wings and do more and more solo adventures. She is reassured that Margaret has Brenda’s back during the day and Justice Babe has Ms. Americana’s back at night!

Interesting note in that Flag Girl believes that Brenda Wade and Margaret Veldersnatch may actually be lovers?! Both are hardcore feminists and loath all things male…. Might prove useful if true? I wonder who wears the strap-on in THAT relationship?! Ha!

RAD

Another ‘B’ level super villain whom has taken up residence of sort within the area Flag Girl seems to be staking out as her personal patrol turf, namely the downtown surrounding the Delta School grounds and Raptor Park also adjoining the grounds and the industrial park nearby that!

There seems to be a definite well defined area that Flag Girl covers and it is all in a somewhat tight radius of the school and park. That is because both Lydia Wells and Flag Girl do not have a drivers license!

As Flag Girl she uses several hidden tunnels that connect to her secret base that allow her fast discrete access into many of the downtown historic buildings. Otherwise she is on foot, or was, since Brenda/Ms. Americana has reclaimed all her lost crime fighting gear including the Ms. Americana car and saber jet and so forth, she also brought back with her Flag Girls red white and blue moped.

So once again one can see Flag Girl skirting about the nocturnal streets of the city on the whining humming whooooooosh of her famous moped.

The vehicle in question is here now. Just behind the table and lap top in the center of the room hanging in a harness ready to lower at a moments notice through the hidden trap door bellow it.

Lydia Wells has taken her drivers license driving test seven times and failed each and every time. Recently she took it as Flag Girl as super heroines have to of course take such tests and get such licenses just as civilians do as they obviously can‘t show their civilian drivers license if called upon by authorities to produce such a thing.

On the Rad rogues gallery page is a photo of Flag Girl in a driver instructors car with Cricket in the back seat offering moral support. You click on it and the small hover bot captured video flash gif shows an excited Flag Girl racing the driving instructors car on two wheels around a corner to land on four just in time to swerve around a pedestrian. Flag Girl is screaming that she is “Shifting gears like crazy! but noting is happening?!” Cricket is looking back worried at the pedestrian they almost pancaked and saying over her shoulder, “Maybe that is because it is an automatic!” The driving instructor is cringing his clip board to his chest but his face is in tongue lolling rapture as Flag Girl keeps working her right hand furiously at his dash board hidden crotch?! While Flag Girl lets go of the steering wheel entirely to jab with her currently non-pumping non-wrenching gear shifting free left hand at the radio buttons shouting, “Where’s the turbo boost!” Suddenly there is a splatter upon the windshield and Flag Girl wonders aloud why the windshield wipers aren’t taking care of it?

Why on the Rad page? Well Rad is a car jacking motor head. He lives for speed and the thrill of the race. And he had just shot by Flag Girl in the middle of her driving test and the impulsive vixen gave immediate high speed chase! Sadly a 1973 four door Hugo apparently can’t quiet keep up with a supped up freshly stolen Ferrari?! Go figure.

Even her supped up moped capable of almost forty miles per hour can’t catch the ‘Radster!’ so until she gets some new wheels or a better plan, the Rad appears to be one bag guy she isn’t going to bag anytime soon.

Well even with a small flash video of Flag Girl mistaking her drivers instructors cock for a gear shifter and furiously and frantically obliviously jerking off her driving tester during a high speed pursuit until he blows his wad all over the inside windshield I can sense that Mr. Peers is waning. He is begging to wake. Soon he will stir and I will snap back into him until he slumbers again!

I click on the advance button once again.

MR. PEEPERS.

I am rather shocked to see the page. I had thought our activities to be far below her radar? And yet here was a rogues gallery page devoted to us.

No pictures. That was good.

In fact her awareness of us seem to have stemmed from the capture and squealing of one Miss Thruster! A rocket propelled hoodlum whom we had cased a jewelry store security system for and hooked her up with a Ms. Violet Bloom, better known as the super villainess Nightshade, a woman with plant based powers who Dragon Queen had previous captured and imprisoned and s-experimented on trying to gain her mental control over inseminoid creations, and failing to do that simply kept her locked away less she become a challenger or threat to Dragon Queen and her sex starved plant creations.

Ms. Americana had freed the woman, but the once innocent simple honest florist Miss Bloom with a green thumb had gone a bit wonky after months of constant rapes by inseminoid plants and she soon attacked Ms. Americana when she realized Ms. Americana intended to destroy all the inseminoid plants that she could control and sicked them on the Queen of Justice, the plants tore the place up and eventually caused enough damage to cause the tunnels rooms of Dragon Queens lair to collapse. In the chaos the newly minted Nightshade made her escape.

So Thruster had spilled the beans on Mr. Peeper not that she had much to say but it was interesting that just from that little hint Flag Girl had linked and dropped in just about every recent ‘voyeur’ crime in the city into our page?! Most of them were indeed ours, but still such a blind leap?! It wasn’t really fair!

She had even attempted a kind of profile but it was horribly wrong of course. A list of possible suspects were equally laughable though I was personally pleased to see Dean Lint on the list! Ha! I blame him extensively for my current predicament! And wouldn’t mind seeing him go to jail for our perverted crimes!

There were some guessed at powers we might have that was interesting but of course wrong. If only she knew that I was an interdimensional being all chewed up and spit into the husk of a peeping tom! That would make her wet her knickers!

She dose make a wild stab at guessing Mr. Peepers may possess some telekinetic powers? A good guess. I do posses such powers but she grossly over exaggerates them. For example, let us say that Mr. Peers is awake and we are in a rather bad way and need to leave a place suddenly. In front of us let us say is a pissed off Flag Girl coming on with fists pumping, and above us is a trap door leading to freedom. With my powers I should be able to open that trap door and we as Mr. Peepers could telekinesis jump up and climb out and escape. But no matter how hard I try the door will not budge? Why? Because in Mr. Peers conscious state he has to be looking at what I am focusing on and he has to focus on the same idea or thought that I do to make it work. Don’t get me wrong I can pick up a small car and toss it half way across Delta City school common but with out Mr. Peers also thinking, ‘pick up car and throw it.’ I am not going to do much more than pick up a leafy twig and wave it limply about. No. with Mr. Peers staring wide eyed and knee quaking at an on rushing Flag Girl my best defense is trying to follow his scrambled line of thought and join in. so what would we get? Flag Girl’s volley ball shorts are suddenly yanked down to her knees and thus tripping her up she takes a face plant right at our feet! Sure it works, but up and out the trap door would have meant those two gun pointing police officers who couldn’t fire their weapons because Flag Girl was in the line of fire and who now have a clear shot at us would have only helplessly watched us slam the trap door shut in Flag Girl’s face!

So there in is the rub. Though I now only possess a tiny fraction of my powers (once I could have tossed planets around!). It is still powers that hinge entirely off the conscious thoughts of Mr. Peers. When he is asleep I have greater freedom but it is as if I am on some very limited battery charge that drains rapidly and still needs some of his dream focus to work.

She dose make one truly startling guess and that is that if blinded I might lose my powers temporarily?! True indeed. I wonder where she gets such insights at times? For such an air head I must remark that she often comes up with flashes of brilliant ideas that wins the day in the eleventh hour. Perhaps I too am underestimating this young super heroine?! As she continues to do so many of her adversaries?! It is my last long tethered thought for with a sudden snap Mr. Peers awakes and I am slingshot back into his body. A body I can neither control nor communicate directly to and I sigh as he reaches for his lap top and a new day of perversions begin a new.

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The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment, any characters or elements considered of original content/creation are hereby declared a work of public domain by the author. Thanks goes again to the mighty Mr. X and his generous allowance and kind permission for using his copyrighted characters. Rook.

BLONDE DAWN

Dawn Ambers nodded and greeted her fellow research associates as she moved down the Delta City Research Institute uncarpeted halls on her way to her small cubicle. Dawn was a grade three technician and there for shared an office and lab space with half a dozen other would be scientist working on various projects that had received Delta City grants or acceptance into its prototype community research facility. Those meeting the base requirements and passing the interviews were given room and board and opportunities to try and solve some of the problems of the day. It was a test bed idea that was created in direct response when information became publicly known that several ‘diseases’ had actually been cured by scientist in the privet sector but their pharmaceutical company bosses saw little money in ‘cures‘, in face of endless money for ‘treatments.’ The entire humane race had been appalled and outraged. In partial response many states had created ‘public’ research centers based on a non-profit goal and Delta City had created one of these as well.

But as Dawn and so many other researchers had found out, there was more smoke and mirrors to the whole set up then actual attempts by the government to help its own people. The apartments provided for the researchers were small cramped and bare, something between a dorm room frat house and a third world jail cell. The equipment was top notch but you had to fight like dogs over a lone bone to get a chance to use any of it. The funding was zip. And the idea of essentially working on a salary that was far bellow minimum wage to try and solve problems that the government and big business (pretty much one and the same beast anymore) didn’t want solved meant any kind of real support or encouragement didn’t exist. That and it was obvious that at some level there was a real attempt to torpedo the whole thing as a bunch of true loons and wackos had been whisked right through the screening processes and dumped into the hallways, dorms, and labs to be treated with the utmost respect by the ‘supervisors’ and the ‘over sight committee’. In fact if it weren’t for the obvious fact that huge sums of money were being siphoned off by corrupt politicians and privet contractors and lawyers were using the public research facility which the privet pharmaceutical companies were suppose to be funding jointly with the tax payers as part of their plea bargain agreement, the place would have been shut down months ago. But as it was the research facility kept lurching along and despite its own structured mediocrity it gave hundreds of truly gifted minds the only possible shot they would ever have at addressing real solutions to many of the worlds problems. One of these was Dawn. As soon as summer break hit Dawn packed up her few bags and eagerly moved into the research dorms. For weeks now she had toiled night and day at her work station sometimes pairing up with this or that fellow scientist if she believed their ideas might help her in her own investigations.

Dawn wheeled her wheel chair through the door to her ‘office’ and whooshed up to her little cubical which was inconveniently, from the stand point of noise, smell, and interruptions, right next to the restroom! Her work station/desk was cluttered with data files, ring binders, and lots and lots of knickknacks, which Dawn felt were important for keeping up ones spirits. There was a large yellow diamond warning street sign hanging above her desk which said, ‘WARNING BLONDE HAVING MORE FUN’, which her best friend Judy had given her. The two planed to room together once they graduated high school and moved into the Delta City College dorms. There were lots and lots of little snap shots thumb tacked and press pinned to the gray walls of her cloth covered cubical and still more transparent taped to her press wood wobbly black computer desk. Most of the pictures were normal Delta City teenager pics of her and her friends flashing boys or rubbing tongues together or licking one another’s nipples in mock shock and laughing surprise. There were also party pics with funny hats and doing dares and going on trips and riding rides at the theme parks. Dawn was a wide eyed blithe spirit who giggled easily and smiled constantly.

She had long straight blonde hair that she usually wore in a single ponytail down her back that reached all the way to her butt. She wore thick black rimmed glasses when she worked as she had a bit of an eyesight problem when seeing things up close. Her skin color was very fair, almost ‘goth-girl’ pale as some said. She had some freckles despite her seldom venturing into the sun without massive amounts of sun screen. Her eyes were large and a shimmering blue that made boys stutter when she winked at them which she thought was very funny. Her lips were full and a natural coral pale pink that she did little to but put on some clear lip gloss. Her chin was small and just slightly pointed. She was a thin girl with long limbs, but her legs were shapely and very sexy. Oh and she was paralyzed from the waist down. Her hips were full round and tight, though before her accident she had been surprised to note that they ‘twitched’?! when she walked! Her butt cheeks actually did this sort of weird vibrating thing or sort of a delayed wait and now all go and leap at once! when her hips swayed this way or that as she walked. She had thought it weird but all her friends told her it was hot, so she just ignored it. And now in her wheel chair it didn’t matter. Her breasts were HUGE. Even by Delta City standards, where a D-cup was considered an average size for a young teenager, she was bursting J-cups by thirteen. Now she just went braless like everyone else. It felt so much nicer not to have your boobies all caged up like that and just let them jiggle around and well, breathe! Other than the fact she was a ‘brianac!’ she was just a normal Delta City teenager and if you ditched the wheel chair she would have blended in seamlessly with the tens of thousands of large busted long blonde hair hotties which swarmed the Delta City suburbs.

“MmmmmOkay!” Dawn had a habit of saying, ‘Mmmmmokay’, whenever she was about to do anything as if it were some kind of mantra or mental stretching exercise. She took her lap top out of the holder on the side of her wheel chair and placed it upon the desk. Sadly, theft was a problem because of the low funding and such, but mainly because men where douche bags and even though around seventy percent of the people in Delta City proper where women, it seemed men got all the positions, the breaks, everything! It just wasn’t fair! Ugh!

Dawn plugged her lap top into the power strip cord and lifted up the top and pinged it on. She glanced to the wall of photos on the gray cloth wall of her cubical. ‘Yep!’ everyday since she first got here. Some guy keeps taking any picture she puts up of her flashing her naked titties?! Wither with her friends or at the beach or on the roller coaster, doesn’t matter if she is yanking her top aside and flashing one of her nipples then, bamo! Some jerk steals it! She sighed for a second and then giggled. The idea that some guy was masturbating to her photo was a huge turn on for her and she blushed at it. She looked carefully around her and then keyed her web cam embedded in the inside lid of her lap top on. She looked around her again and then undid the buttons of her white blouse. She was wearing a blue stretchy tube top underneath and she yanked this down. She clicked her mouse and took a still picture. She took several still pictures before turning off her camera and pulling her top back up over her humongous full round firm titties. She opened up her picture file and began to look over the series of photos she had just taken with a critical eye. She left her black thick rimmed glasses on in some of the photos, in a few she had the ear piece of the eye glasses in her mouth, some she had one tit out, others both tits out, some squeezing them, some sucking on a mouthful of nipple, some with innocent eyes full of surprise and alarm, others with a full knowing sex dripping raised chin hunger. In the end she selected the image of her grabbing the side of her blue tube top and a fist full of blouse and shoving at the side and up at her huge round exposed tit, pushing it up almost to her chin and with her holding her glasses up and away in her other hand, while her face was half turned and looking ‘needy’ at the camera with shimmering hungry eyes, and from her slightly parted glistening lips one long strand of saliva hanging off her tongue tip which was pointed up and connecting down unbroken to her large pert erect nipple. It made her little honey pot hum just looking at it and she smiled as she clicked on it and selected print.

The little photo printer buzzed and burbled and out came her six by nine glossy photo. She picked it up and turned it over clicking her ball point marker and tapping her lips for a moment paused and then wrote on the back of the photo, “Don’t be a Jerk-off… let me suck it instead!” and drew a large top heavy heart and drew nipples on the two round curves of the heart. Then she signed, “Blonde Babe!“ across the heart. She clicked her marker closed and picked up the photo and started giggling. She quickly turned and pinned it onto her gray panel cubical wall. And sighing against the warm wet damp this little joke had made of her pussy, set to work on her lap top with her project.

After several hours of collating data and crunching numbers her cell phone chimed to let her know that the lab station she had scheduled to use this afternoon should be opening up. And she crammed her lap top into her wheel chair side holster and set off to the lab down the hall. Just outside the double door containment entrance to the lab’s locker room and wash station, she saw Doctor Feldersnatch, the head supervisor for the grade one scientists who generally got what little money there was and could ‘bump’ lower grades off the waiting list for lab time seemingly at will!

“Doctor Feldersnatch! Doctor Feldersnatch!’ Dawn waved a hand and pressed her wheel chair up near the man who turned away from the researchers he was talking to and smiled wide at her approach.

“Well, if it isn’t our bright and shining star from Delta City High! So good to see you, darling. Are you making yourself at home here at our little spot in the sun?” He laughed and the others around him chuckled as well. “If there is anything I can do for you, just ask.” And he patted her on the upper arm and promptly turned away.

“Since you mentioned it, sir. I am greatly interested in the current research being done by researchers Brass and Meyers. I believe their research has reached a point where it could be truly beneficial to my own and produce rapid applications and advancements for both our-”

“Tinto and Russ?” Mr. Feldersnatch frowned over his shoulder down in her general direction.

“Err, yes sir. I believe I-” Dawn tried again.

“You mean that ‘power suit’ malarkey. Pufth! I canceled that days ago. A complete waste of time and money. You’re not working on something like that are you?” He gave her a stern look and then went back to talking to the men before him.

“Well, I-” Dawn rolled her wheel chair into the lab crescent-fallen and dejected.

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Dawn quickly wheeled herself into the lab where Brass and Russ had been given their own room and equipment for working on their power suit idea. The place was indeed stripped bare and empty. Dawn tapped the access key card against her pouting lips as she thought. It was nearly three am. It had taken her an entire case of beer and losing ‘badly’ at strip poker to get Johnson’s security badge off his passed out body. He was only a mid-grade ranked technician but he was the head janitor and so he could go just about anywhere in the building.

“I just can’t believe Feldersnatch would kill such a successful and promising project. Something is not right here.” Dawn wheeled about the room. “It really is empty… too empty. They took everything. They usually don’t take everything when a project is terminated. Not all the equipment like this. Something is definitely weird here.” Dawn found some plastic boxes of power cords and surge protectors under a bare table. And there on one of the plastic tote boxes containing computer connection cords was a clear pouch glued to its shorter side. Dawn leaned in her wheel chair and pulled the single piece of paper out of the plastic pouch. It was a requisition order for general maintenance stockmen to move all lab equipment from LAB 21B to LAB 101A7. “So it hadn’t been canceled it had been moved! But all the 101 LABS were security classified and off limits. And though there was no official word about it, everyone working in the research center said that all the 101 LABS were military funded. Technically there wasn’t suppose to be any Pentagon connection to any of the research being done at the center but the place was so openly corrupt that one couldn’t but wonder about that.”

Dawn left the empty lab. Her purloined security badge could get her into the 101 labs, but there were at least three night watchmen/security guards who would be wandering the halls of that section of the building or sitting at their desk just inside the main door that connected the 101 wing to the rest of the complex. Even her labs had a lone patrolling watchman and her dorms had another who sat at the door. She hadn’t really done anything wrong, yet. Except being in a lab she had no real business being in and of course seducing and getting drunk a horny janitor and stealing his ID badge, but if she tried to get into the 101 section that was basically saying kick my butt out of here, and maybe good-bye college, and hello jail?! Was it worth it?! Her own research had hit a brick wall, but in time she could over come it. It was just that power suit that those two had created could mesh with her current technology discoveries and really create something immediately useful and beautiful! It might take her years to reverse engineer what those two men had already come up with! UGH! “Surely there must be some way to get my hands on their power suit data without anyone knowing about it?!” Dawn stared out the large window at the end of the hallway, it normally gave a great view of a parking lot, but with the darkness outside and the florescent tubes humming above her it was more a swirling mirror of a young hottie blonde sitting in a wheel tapping a laminated swipe card against her lips and lost in thought. Dawn glanced down at the requisition order on her lap. She had for gotten about the sheet of paper and had accidentally brought it with her, not that it mattered the move was obviously done and the few patch cords had simply been forgotten and left under the table. No one was going to come looking for this mindless piece of paper work. “Wait!….Mmmmmokay!” Dawn yanked out her lap top from its side holder on her wheel chair and flipped it open!

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It had taken until five am for her to finish her task at her own lap top and she still needed to use the flash drive she had produced and use the barrowed ID swipe card one more time before returning it. It was a close run thing, as she finished up her bit of skullduggery it was nearing six am and the hallways were beginning to fill up with yawning coffee slurping chatting white lab coats. She just managed to get back into Johnson’s small apartment and had just tossed his badge on the night stand next to his bed when his alarm clock started blaring. Thinking fast she yanked off her top and as the bleary eyed hung over middle aged pot bellied man sat up groaning in bed she slowly put the top back on as he caught sight of her with a frozen faced hand rub wide eye! “Good morning. I am running a little late so I have to go. I had a great time last night. Well up to that point when you couldn’t get it up! But as we both know it really didn’t matter much, you know, what with your little, eckhem, ‘size’ problem. But don’t worry just as I promised I won’t breathe a word about your tiny pecker to anyone, I promise! Kiss-kiss!” Dawn tucked her enormous tits away in her top and smiled and wheeled to the door to Johnson’s bed room where she stopped and turned back toward him and wiggled a pinkie at him, “it’s too bad really as I was soooo fucking horny too! But you are right, it’s definitely better for me to find a ‘real’ man to pop my cherry! Tah-Tah! Oh and girl scouts honor about not telling anyone about all your crying and sobbing all night. I mean I really, really understand. you’re right it’s not fair because you are just born with what you get and your stuck with it! No matter how small it is! Besides I am sure you will find a woman just right for you… someday.” Dawn gave a big smile and raced out of the stunned man’s silent apartment.

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The next two days were nail bitters other than printing up a new picture or two and thumb tacking them to her cubical wall for her secret admirer pervert, she really had nothing to do but slug away at her research and wait. On the third day with her heart thumping in her throat she had gone down to LAB 51A. It was a low grade storage room really but she had made and hung the fake LAB 51A on the door herself. Inside she found in the center of the already somewhat cluttered room a stack of gray moving totes with a requisition order upon them to move items; 331, 341, 381, L361, from LAB 101A7 to LAB 51A.

Dawn had visited the Brass and Russ labs at 21B several times once she had heard what they were working on and after she had realized the potential it had for her own research. As such she knew exactly what numbering codex they used for storing of hard copies of their data files on their suit. With a little creative paper work and knowing that neither man resided at the facility and that both spent their weekends at home with their families she had simply mish mashed a work order and had all their hard copy backup data delivered to her here at this fake lab. It was doubtful that anyone would ever be able to trace the lost backup data to this fake lab as she had supplied a single ‘map’ for the movers and the map was here in the top pouch pocket of the top gray tote, but just in case Dawn set about removing the totes to her own privet dorm room. Because she was one of only a handful of women at the facility she had her own room all to herself. Tiny, cramped, funny smells, and with a million horny male perverts watching her every move when she went down the hall to use the shared bathroom/shower or knocking on her door at all hours of the morning noon and night hoping she would answer it half naked which of course she always did! But still her own privet room with her own paddle lock on both the inside and outside of the door! And the place where she now brought the gray totes and emptied them and then put the totes back in a stack of other empty moving totes which lined the downstairs back hallway.

When all this was done Dawn shrugged at her success and noted that ‘you get what you pay for.’ And no amount of stick beating can ever make up for that lack of adequate carrot rewarding. You gut your hourly labor pool wages and all you’re going to have at the end of the day is people, who for whatever reason, simply can’t go anywhere else! And the corruption and graft sucking away all the funds from the research center had left a basic drone labor work force of maintenance and security who didn’t give a shit about anything wandering about the building cursing and complaining and leaning on anything that didn’t fall over when their fat guts where pressed up against it!

There were four totes the first three where the back up data she was expecting and she poured through it and devoured it as she assimilated it into her own project with exponential successful results. The fourth tote, L361, was a mistake. The research center provided endless reams of guidelines and rules that had to be followed, and consisted from everything from proper tooth brush usage to how to properly label and dispose of nuclear waste! The whole gray tote numbering system was all part of that reams of busy work seemingly to have no other purpose than make any advances trip up over the endless hurdles put before each scientist. When she had last been in the 21B lab, L361 had been simple diagrams and schematics with some proto-type photographs thrown in. When Dawn had managed to lug the large oversized gray tote back to her apartment on her little bicycle pull cart that she attached for just such things like shopping and such behind her wheel chair, she found it contained none of that but instead contained one of the actual proto-type power suits?!

The suit had apparently been designed for a test subject named corporal Howe and after a few experiments both he and the suit had been scraped. Apparently Howe had been given hardship leave due to family emergencies and since each suit was hand fabricated and tailored to fit each test subject exactly the suit was mothballed. From the data files it was apparent that dozens of suits were in active testing and dozens more had been boxed up and stacked away.

In either case, having an actual power suit in her hands here and now rather than having the extremely difficult task of trying to manufacture one herself out of the very expensive and experimental composite materials required greatly eased her anxiety about that matter, and she quickly set about the task of merging her own innovations and experiments into the housing of the power suit. As she had guessed it worked wonderfully. In less than four weeks she had perfectly merged her own research into the basic test bed of the original power suit.

Dawn’s research was not surprisingly about coming up with ways to reverse neural damage to the spinal column. This wasn’t simply a selfish desire on her part to over come her own crippled state and walk again as it was a true hope to help others who suffered from the same disabilities she did and help them to shed their rather primitive wheel chairs and crutches which had for all practical purposes not shown any new advancements in over a hundred years and come up with new ways to help the physically handicapped to move around in their daily lives. By meshing her neurological studies and solutions with the power suit she felt she could replace the wheel chair and the crutch with an ever evolving undergarment which put on would enable the crippled to walk again until true cures could be made.

And who better to test it on than herself! I mean it was going to be difficult to test a stolen suit on anyone else! The problem with the power suit she had cobbled together was that it had been form fitted for a five foot four slim waist barrel chest twenty six year old man. Not an almost five foot six shapely large busted full hipped teenage girl! There were modifications that had to be done and some of them had been quiet drastic.

The original power suit was intended to be worn by the individual it was tailored to and increase their strength, healing ability, reflexes, basically to give men the same perks found in a semi- or fully awakened Aphrodite gene woman or an Adonis gene man. It used small power cells along the spine to power up these ‘up grades’ and complex over meshed micro layers of filaments that acted almost like a second layer of muscles. Some where along the line the power suit had taken on an increasingly ‘militant’ aspect that Dawn had been quiet unaware of, the initial idea of the power suits to be worn by deep sea divers or astronauts or rescue workers or construction workers that Brass and Russ had gushed about endlessly was hard to see in the suit Dawn had first pulled out of the storage tote. It had several ‘plates’ of incredibly tough ‘liquid diamond’ armor and the strength meshes had been increased and their had been a gel impact absorption layer added with an outer coating added to the surface meshes to make them virtually impregnable and indestructible. Luckily being a proto-type many of the pieces had been attached with a ‘temporary’ sealant and not the hard-fire finial encasing treatment. Otherwise Dawn would never have been able to make the alterations to the suit that let her physically put it on her own body and test it!

One of the first modifications she had to do was remove all the ‘plates’ that had ran across the chest. Next she had to remove the extensive black meshes that also ran along the chest of the power suit. The hip area also had to have plates and mesh removed and the entire ‘groin cup piece’ had to go. But after a few days tinkering she had a suit that she could put on and test out.

Pulling the power suit to her as she sat naked on the edge of her bed Dawn took a deep breath, “mmmmmokay.” She had already prepared her naked body with lotions and oils that were specially designed to help the wearer to slip into the one piece body covering suit. First she worked at wedging and tugging her dead legs into the long legs of the power suit. The suit had built in feet and it was difficult for her to force her numb legs and feet and toes into the suit, but luckily the soldier who it had been made for had feet larger than her own and the added room helped her worm the garment on first one leg than the other. The next part was just as tough she had to lay back on her bed and tug and pull and yank at trying to get the suit up and over her numb hips! In the butt department her predecessor certainly did not have as much down there as she had!! UGH! She had to rest twice panting from the exertions but finally she had the suit on over her full round hips and up to her waist. The rest was relatively easy in comparison. She had to bend herself in half so that her chin almost touched her knees and force first one arm and then the other through their prospective sleeves. And once that was done, to slowly sit up right and wiggle and pull until the collar was standing up around her neck. Once the suit was making al the appropriate modified contact points she took a moment to rest and then hit the power switch above her left hip.

The deadness of her legs became a tingling and with little to no effort at all Dawn stood up from the bed and began to walk around the room. She broke down in tears and sobbed uncontrollably for hours.

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A few days latter and some more tweaking saw Dawn standing in front of her new full length mirror in her research center dorm room and carefully eyeing herself in her power suit. The suit was all blue/black and alternated from muscle looking ropey cords to mesh here and there. Dawn spun this way and that and struck some super heroine poses she had seen on posters and newspaper photos over the years. The suit was great! But it was a little too bulky to wear under a normal day to day wear outfit. The small boxes running along the back spine and such, it would really be awkward to put a shirt over that, and since the whole thing covered her entire body except for her hands, neck, and face… well there was no point in putting a skirt over it and even in a shirt the suit would show at the arms or wrists if not through the material its self.

But then again saying it covered her entire body… well that is where the real problem began. The suit was suppose to cover her entire body. It surely covered corporal Howe’s body from the tight high collar down to his toes! But she wasn’t corporal Howe. Dawn spun her full firm round ass toward the mirror and looked over her shoulder at it. The black mesh that now covered her butt cheeks no longer had their too confining segmented ‘plate’ armor and the mesh left behind was, well, little more than a black see-thru gauze! ‘But I have a cute butt so that doesn’t matter!’ Dawn thought haughtily to herself.

The front though! WELL! I mean wow! What could one say?! She had been forced to remove almost the entire front of the battle suit in a large ‘V’ shape starting at the open neck collar down across her huge breasts all the way down to the crotch of the suit! It was either that or slice off her titties! And she wasn’t about to do that! But still the suit barely contained her huge mounds of ever quivering breast flesh. The suit was pulled to its limit as it squashed in her mighty chest canons and yet still as it did its best to try and cover up her baby feeders the large puffy auras of her nipples showed half crescents plainly at the sides of the suits taught indented digging in lips. And it didn’t take much movement for her large nipples to slip out and shout out hello to the world! Not that she really minded any of that. The real problem came lower! Much lower! To put it bluntly her entire pussy was on constant display!!!! She had shaved her snatch entirely bald to try and help hide the fact, but even as she stood there all it took was her to lean back with her hands on her hips and push her crotch forward ever so slightly and up and ‘hello boys!’ there was her clit! Her pussy lips! Her full luscious proud mound! Right there on full display! Of course tie on a little kitchen apron and all that naughtiness vanishes in an instant! No the real problem was she liked the way she looked in the altered power suit, she liked the way men could see how hot she was and how her pussy was getting so wet from the stares of all the men wanting needing her so very very badly, so wet that just thinking about all the boners men would be popping at first sight of her, that it was dribbling out of her suit right now and down her black glossy muscle and mesh legs!!! She liked showing her creamy white alabaster titties and cue-ball bald ivory pussy to the world! She liked it a LOT! And with this… she jiggled over to the bed tossing back a long blonde pony tail glance to grin at her returned ass twitch hip shake, with this, she plucked up a black eye mask off the bed and returned to the mirror holding it over her upper face, she could!!!!

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“Hi Dawn!” Dawn looked up from her lap top as she sat at her desk and saw Kevin Belcher waving at her over her gray cubical wall.

Dawn pushed up her glasses and sat back in her wheel chair. “Oh hi doctor Blecher.”

“Kevin.” he put his arms on the top of her wobbly cubical wall and put his chin on his arms and smiled at her, from the closed bathroom door behind him came the sounds of some one having a serious grunting loud explosive bowl movement.

‘Must have been taco Tuesday yesterday,’ Dawn thought to herself. “Oh right, sorry. Kevin.” She smiled and nodded her head at the man whose body was entirely hidden behind the gray cloth panel. Leaving him looking like a giant bobble head of a Big Boy restaurant mascot.

“You sure got a lot of nice pictures there,” Kevin nodded at all the photos Dawn had tapped to her desk.

“Uh yeah. I sure do.” Dawn frowned at her desk.

“You like taking pictures. You know of your friends, of yourself…” He was rolling his eyes in thought under his parted short slicked back hair.

“Uuuuuuhhhh, I guess.” Suddenly Dawn got an idea and tried desperately to suppress her smile as she turned her head at an angle over her shoulder and blushed. “You know speaking of taking photos of myself. I did something naughty.” She couldn’t hold back the wide smile as the man’s head leaned over the top of the wall at her and he opened his mouth in forced surprise mouthing, ‘you?!’. Dawn giggled and nodded, “No I really, really did! I took some snap shots of me fondling my breasts and posted them right here on this wall. You see there was this little shit of a pervert who kept taking my pictures so I started putting up these photos of me all naked and sexy and hot, you know. And all the while I was coating the pictures with this chemical which causes a man’s penis to shrink, because I knew he was jerking off to my pictures, you know creaming his load all over my tits, that sort of thing. So every time he took one of my photos and jerked off to it he was ‘applying’ this dick shrinking formula to his penis. Which is fair of course, I mean stealing a snap of a high school girl is really perverted don’t you think?” She nodded at Kevin with her best wide eyed innocent look as his face went utterly pale. “But then I got to feeling guilty about the whole thing so I whipped up this batch of antidote.” She turned and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a little red vile with a cork stopper. “But of course I have no idea who the pervert was, so I don’t know how to get it to him? This takes a lot of application for it to stop the penis shrinking formula which was a clear formula and this curing one is an opaque dark blue formula so putting it on a photo won’t work. And without using this his penis will just keep getting smaller and smaller and smaller until nothing can cure it at all! So I feel real bad about that. This stuff IS a bit painful too when properly used, makes the penis blister and break out in a rash for several days, but hey that’s got to be better than having a penis that just keeps getting smaller and smaller and smaller until… poof!”

“P-P-Poof!” Kevin swallowed hard. Dawn nodded her head vigorously and slowly returned the vial to her desk drawer and after giving the some what shaking Kevin a big smile excused herself and went back to work.

Kevin stiffly walked away a big sweat stain on the back of his shirt as Dawn leaned back and snuck a look after him and then giggled. Of course she had never put any kind of chemical on her photos but the vial did contain concentrated poison ivy extract. If anyone was so utterly stupid as to cover their dick with that, well you got what you deserved. In any case she seriously doubted anyone would be stealing or touching any of her personal photographs anymore.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Russ walked out amidst a cloud of toxic butt-cheese! Dawn wrinkled up her nose and waved her hand in front of her face but then saw Russ walking away and called over to him. “Hey! Russ!”

Russ adjusted his glasses and walked back to her cubicle and mumbled a, “hi.”

“Wow you look down. What are you doing back over here in black and white Kansas I thought you were hanging out with the ompaloompa’s over there in Technicolor 101 OZ?” Dawn gave Russ a smile and wink that caused him to blush.

“Oh, it’s just , well, they sort of canceled the project I was working on.”

“Are you serious?! They canceled the power suit project for real?!” Dawn pushed her wheel chair back from her cubicle desk and spun to half face Russ.

“Well, not canceled per say… as removed me and Brass from it. Look I am not really suppose to be talking about this. I had better just go before I get into any more trouble. It was good seeing you again Dawn.” Russ started to walk away.

“Uh, yeah.” Dawn’s brain raced. “Mmmmmokay, say do you think you could give me a quick shoulder rub? I mean my neck is just really killing me. That is if you have the time?”

Russ turned around back to her still all dejected and shrugged, “sure, why not. I have all the time in the world right now. I just came over to clean my things out of the dorm rooms.”

Great!” Dawn smiled and as her left hand and arm blocked the mopping Russ’s view as she grabbed her long blonde pony tail and pulled it over her shoulder and onto her chest exposing her neck, her right hand secretly expertly worked her remaining blouse buttons down to where it tucked into her skirt hem, exposing her navel. With studied skill her fingers of her right hand undid every button on her blouse and yanked the shirt open wide while her left hand splayed out her long blonde pony tail over her mighty chest hiding her nudity from immediate view. It was hard not to giggle. She always enjoyed the sexy rush of doing something clever and out smarting everyone else around her, and being naked like this with her tits hanging out in an office full of men and a man right there not knowing it, was always a huge turn on for her! “Err, so you said something about getting booted off your project? Ohhhh! Yeah! Just like that! But can you do it harder? Yeah. That feels really, really good. Just keep squeezing it like that. But can you rub it more? Yeah, but deeper. And really, really hard, okay?” Russ was kneading her neck and shoulders as she leaned forward with her blouse collar pulled back as far as it would go. She shot glances back at him. He was staring off into the distance his mind obviously on being fired! And not on having his hands on the body of a blonde hottie!!! Men!!!

“Mmmmmokay. So you were telling me about your project and everything?” Russ had his hands under her shirt rubbing her shoulders and neck and Dawn began to make loud moaning groaning pleasure sounds as she kept peaking back at Russ who had always been a bit absent minded and still was somehow ignoring her!!!

‘Time to bring out the big guns!’ Dawn thought to herself as she leaned back and flipped her pony tail back over her chair back exposing her huge naked melons and arching to thrust them up and forward. The thrill of exposing herself like this to any happenchance pair of eyes in the room had her nipples rock hard and swelling! “So, Russ,” Dawn grabbed Russ’s wrists and yanked his squeezing hands down onto her huge hot breathless tits! “You were telling me about your project and how that is going.” She didn’t even need to look up at the initially startled man as she could feel his sudden ragging throbbing pecker pulsing through his thin dress slacks against the back of her head. She began to squeeze her hands on top of his, kneading and squishing her lava filled mountains of tit flesh! While simultaneously rubbing the back of her head against the ever increasing boner in his pants, squishing it hard as her head slid deliciously over the soft outer covering of the thick iron love shaft. “About the project? Russ? You were saying…”

Russ made a low moan and his crotch jerked and spasmed as Dawn began to rub her head up and down the shaft in the pants behind her, “I-I” Russ stuttered.

“The project, honey. You were telling me about your wonderful little project or are you tired of me and want me to go away and leave you alone, to be all poopie face and poutie?” Dawn hummed. She had him right were she wanted him, but unfortunately her own pussy was drooling all over the place and she was beginning to find it hard to think straight herself!!!

“Wha-wahhh? Project?” Russ face was all flushed and he was staring at her bright red strawberry nipples as they quivered on top of the mounds of squeezed milky white flesh.

“Your- uhhhhhh gawd! Project silly! You know the one about, ah ah aha ohhh what ever the fucking-cocks it was?” Dawn was feeling a bit too good now and her hands had fallen away from his as they no longer needed any encouragement or direction and they flew like iron filings to a magnet behind her head where they joined her mass of pony tail and skull in rubbing that rather impressive trouser snake teasingly hidden behind that curtain of gabardine!

“Ah, Ahhh, yes! The power suit! Yeeeees! Well, oh my! I got fired from that! The military took it over! But really I-I-I-I-I-I’m not suppose to say anything about it.” Russ’s head lurched back for a red neck second and then shot forward as he leaned over her and began to hump the back of her skull as his hands turned into claws and started digging deep into her tits and pinching her nipples and pulling on them.

Dawn watched a big strand of drool slowly fall down and land on her shuddering nipple. “Oh, baby you don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to? I mean if your ashamed of something you did, or wasn’t man enough. I’ll understand.” Summoning up all her self control the heavily lidded pussy gushing girl grabbed the man’s wrists and started to force them away from her boobs. “I guess we aren’t the friends I thought we were.”

“No wait!” Russ’s fingers wiggled in the air just tantalizing inches from her quaking mounds he was still pounding the back of her head with his crotch. “I- you see the military saw some of the data files you had shared with us about contact points with the spine and all,” She lowered his hands back down on her tits and reached a hand behind her and began messaging his nuts through his pants. “OHHHHHH GUD!” His humping became furious and she found her face pressed down into her own tits so much that she could only mutter out muffled unintelligible quires and encouragements to him. “I uh, you see. The army really liked your idea about direct synapse interdiction. Only they wanted to modify it and use it to create a receiver device so they could send out these signals and take over the soldiers mind. Turn him into a sort of super robot warrior thing. We just couldn’t accept that. I mean the whole military thing had both Brass and myself on edge from the beginning but the idea of our ‘rescue’ suit being turned into some kind of mind control combat monster was just too much. We refused to do it and they axed us today. Ohhh gwad I love your tits!”

“Wha-what did you just say?!” Dawn had all the information she was going to pump out of this loser and it was time to get rid of him so she could check out what the hell the army was doing with her research!!! How dare those two buffoons steal her research and show her data to the army!!! Russ began to groan and his humping on the back of her head became violent shudders and grinds! “What are you doing back there?!” Dawn grabbed his wrists and yanked them off her tits as she began to struggle away from him, but she made sure to wait until she could smell the cheesy noodle before pulling her head free of his crotch! “What the hell! Did you just cum on me?!” She was shouting now and she was sure heads were peering up over the room full of cubicles around her! “You sick! Sick! Bastard! I am just a high school teenager and a cripple at that and you fucking molest me?! Oh my Goddess! I can’t believe you would do such a thing!” She began to sob and yanked her top closed as she leaned away from the puzzled cum dazed man as she looked back at him with a shock look of horror and fear!

“Wha- I- never- meant to” Russ staggered back shocked himself, a red face full of apology and confusion.

Dawn looked down at the big wet sticky stain on the front of his trousers as he followed her stare. “Oh gross! You sick pervert! I can’t believe I trusted you!!! I only asked for a shoulder message! How could you!?” she turned away and put her head on her arms on her desk and began to sob loudly, “Just leave me alone you rapist! I can’t believe you would take advantage of me like that! So sick and wrong! I feel so violated! You disgusting pervert!” Russ stuttered for a few seconds and then clapping his hands over his huge shameful stained pants ran as others began to stand up and mutter from their cubicles.

Dawn shot up from her desk dry eyed and shot a look after the fleeing man and then felt the back of her head, “Yuck! Slimy! Dude must have had a years worth of backed up spunk in there!” and she giggled and laughed before whipping her pussy juice soaked wheel chair out of the office and down the hallway to the elevator and her dorm room!

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Mr. Feldersnatch looked down at his watch and then over at the man sitting in front of him at the big semicircular consol which beeped and hummed with readout dials and small monitor screens awash in green scrolling numbers. “Is it alright? Is it working?” Fledersnatch let go of the chair back and stood up to look through the wall of windows in front of the control rooms consol and peered at the strange tubule before him.

“He seems fine. All vital signs look good. He has re-stabilized.” The lab tech nodded in his chair as he talked to Feldersnatch but did not raise his eyes from the embedded screens in arrayed before of him.

“I don’t give a shit about him. I want to know if the god damn suit is alright?” Fieldersnatch crammed his neck this way and that half standing on his tip toes to see into the room somewhat bellow their vantage point.

“The suit is well within its tolerance specs. I think it will work this time.” The man flipped some more switches and talked into his head set mic. “Okay let’s try to up link the sync again.”

“It had better!” Feldersnatch frowned at the three men in all white biohazard suits stepped somewhat hesitantly back up to the shaved headed man still gasping and gritting his teeth hanging from shackle like wires and cables in the center of the room. He was wearing a red and white power suit, the front splattered with blood from his still bleeding mouth and nose. Blood dripped out of the helmet that one of the biohazard suited men carried and he slowly raised it up and placed it snuggly back onto the head of the man in the power suit who grimaced and involuntarily pulled his head aside and back from it as it descended.

“Alright now let’s see if you can give me complete control over him this time without him going into convulsions! And don‘t give me anymore shit about him getting permanent brain damage! He‘s a solider for god sakes and that makes him government property to do with however I wish!” Feldersnatch snarled at the lone lab tech in the dimly lit room with him, as he turned away from the observation port and slid into a chair at the back of the room, pulling an identical helmet on a metal jointed swing arm down over his own head. He sat still for a moment and then crossed his arms on his chest and mumbled, “ready.”

“Yes sir,” the lab tech nodded and set to work on his key board as sweat began to bead on his forehead and face.

In the small all white room bellow the large mountain of a man in the power suit began to shake and scream and then he went limp. Slowly he raised himself up in his harness and as the cables and wires slackened he slowly folded his hands calmly over his chest in an exact mirror of Feldersnatch sitting in his chair up above!

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It had taken Dawn a bit longer than she had originally planed to leave her apartment/dorm room. She hadn’t masturbated for two whole days!!! Something of a record for the healthy horny teen and putting on the power suit always sent powerful constant sexual stimulations through every cell of her young firm body. So instead of donning her suit and sneaking out her third story window for her first public outing, the young blonde minx found herself standing there in her single room apartment wearing the black and blue power suit and feeling the flooding strains of near orgasm rapture trilling through her panting dizzy brain, standing straddle legged in the bath of one naked light bulb and raising her arms shoulder height thrusting her nearly naked chest forward as she slowly pulled her elbows back behind her. Her pale glistening well oiled body glimmered in the light as she watched her reflection in her mirror with heavy lidded rapturous hungry eyes. The feel of the tight lip of the power suit sides as they slowly slid back over her enormous breasts was incredible. She extended back her forearms and clasped her hands together back behind her, palm to intermingling fingers palm. And pushed her chest forward even more as she arched her back upwards toward the low ceiling. The power suit open “V” shaped front slowly agonizingly slowly inched open further and further sliding across the crushed mountains of her breasts, the feel of the suit material digging into her soft firm yielding tit flesh was like a slow itching/anxious torturous fire line burning across her hot flesh sending electric shocks of lightning pleasure through her entire ivory skin body. The oil seemed to heighten the creeping slow rubbing of the stretched digging in lips of the suit as it pulled and rolled over her Aphrodite gene sensitive tits. When the lips of the parting suit reached her huge erect nipples popped up on her pop can size inflated puffy auras they caught and hesitated against the thumb thick quivering proud nipples and the strain of waves of intense pleasure caused her shuddering torso to begin to vibrate as Dawn’s mouth shot open with a blast of saliva as she gasped at the thrumming mind blasting sensations! She began to hum against the strain the pleasure was placing upon her and unable to stand it any further had dropped her arms to her side and bent forward for a second of relief gasping breath and then in the next shuddering breath had straightened up with drool on her chin and arched her back again this time raising her arms from her thighs in front of her waist and clasped her small hands together again. Again the intense pleasure sensation of the taught suit as it dug deeply into her breasts and remained caught on the sides of her strawberry nipples shuddered her body as she began to whine and tears formed in her shimmering eyes. Whimpering she raised up her arms so her forearms were now under the side swells of her enormous breasts and she slowly assisted the suits sole desire to want to slip further over her breasts by pushing up with her arms like levering rolling pins up the sides of her huge breasts so that the increasing intensity of the pain/pleasure caused her to raise up her head her chin high into the air as he face puckered and shook until her arms forced the pressured breasts up and out of the gapping suit front with an oily slurping “pop!” simultaneously joined by a near orgasmic explosion of her mouth gasping open and spittle spraying the air as she gasped from the releasing tension/stimulation and looked down with wet dreamy eyes at the shuddering quivering mounds of her now fully exposed tit flesh and bright red flaming hard nipples. Gasping in panting sighs she raised her quivering hands and with much deep moans and giggling sighing smiles forced her huge breasts back under the lips of the power suit. Even at its furthers tugging squeeze the open faced suit couldn’t extend inward enough to cover even a third of her huge breasts. The puffy raised crescents of half of both of her auras were easily visible along the digging in lip of the suit and her nipples pushed the suits lips up and threatened to slip them over the hard erect nipples and thus send her entire nipple out into exposure at any second and the lip of the suit, having passed over the highest point of stubborn resistance to easily begin squeezing the rest of her tits inward and open to full exposure as the suit rolled inexorably down the sides of her mighty chest! Dawn had always been an exhibitionist, a full blown cock teasing flirt and nothing got her horny hot and off like men gawking staring and sprouting foot long dongs in their tenting pants as she giggled and wiggled in mocking wide eyed innocence. And nothing pissed her off and disgusted her as when those same men spurted in their pants and got cheesy noodle or lost control and tried to grab her or make advances against her that she in turn wasn’t prepared to initiate or were out of her control!

Dawn with lip splattered drool and fluttering eye lids looked at her hot self in the mirror (her favorite masturbation was to look in a mirror or reflective surface, preferably in public, and tell herself how fucking hot she was as she did naughty things to her own body, punishing herself for being so hot and secretly wanting so bad to be an S & M bitch!) She now looked at herself in the mirror and began to tell her what a fucking hot naughty bad bitch she was, but using the ultimate self control punished herself by not letting her hands ravish the smoking hot body before her. Instead she straddled her legs even wider and placed her hands on her hips. Slowly she began to gyrate her full sexy hips around and then began to thrust them at her/the mirror taunting herself about how much she wanted to eat her own pussy, oh such a bad naughty girl. The hands slipped down off the side of the hips and over her firm proud ass and began to kneed the full buttocks under the thin see thru black mesh as she now slowly began to lean back and thrust her crotch at her mirror image.

The black and blue power suit covered her body from open high stiff raised collar neck to a heelless meshed sole foot. It was designed to leave only the head, a sliver of the neck just under the chin, and the hands uncovered. Everything else was covered in midnight blue and coal black musculated strands and layered meshes. But in order to make it fit her own frame she had essentially ripped off the entire front of the suit giving it the appearance of a cat-suit with the entire front unzipped from neck to crotch, though in her case there was no zipper and thus no way to zip the suit back up to a more modest refrain. It left her huge tits somewhat squashed down and barely pinned in place as they where almost equally divided by the lip of the suit so that half her huge breasts and half her nipples were always on display. The wide “V” cutout of the suit ran tight and digging in over the mountains of her breasts and down to a narrow point at her crotch. This lower juncture left her entire alabaster groin on constant display. She had shaved what before she had kept as a very hairy blonde pussy entirely bald to help hide her displayed state. But from navel to tip of her swollen upper pubic mound one could see everything! And by leaning back just ever so slightly as she was doing now and with legs spread wide just like this and a little pressure of her hands on her ass… and there it was! Her pussy felt like hot molten butter and first the pink hood and then the swollen red nub of her clitoris and then the wet thick meaty lips of her pussy came slurping up from the suit and into public view. She stared wide mouth at her horny pussy and moved her hips around to wiggle the pussy this way and that. The power suit kept just enough pressure and the lips of the opening in the suit where thick and round and strong enough that where they joined together at her crotch they pressed and rubbed against her ever horny clit turning her hungry hole into a swampy mess down there! Every time she pumped her hips forward little streams of pussy juice squirted out from the rubberize crotch of the power suit and splattered and ran in rivulets down the legs of her costume. ‘So fucking hot!’ she thought to herself as she grinded the air with her crotch staring at her bald snatch and felt the electric jolts of the suits rubbing against her clit with her every motion. And that was going to take some getting use to! Even when she wasn’t trying to stimulate herself like this with the suit, just wearing it was a huge stimulus turn on! The power batteries in the back kept a steady charge of lust triggering tingling gushing through her entire body and every move, every step, made the suit rub her nipples and clit into a constant masturbation horniness!

Dawn let her slurppy pussy slip back down into its small cup/crotch piece of the power suit and tore her eyes off the full length mirror before her and made her way to the heavily curtained window of her dorm room. Every step was like horny hungry fingers on her clit and nipples and ass! She had never worn the suit outside her single small room and she had not been able to walk more than a few yards in it this way and that pacing the small uncluttered area of her floor. In past experiments a few jumping jacks had sent her tits launching out of the suit on the first ‘jack’! and a few sit-ups had so stimulated her clit that she had burst into an unexpected powerful orgasm which had left her dazed for several minutes and for several initial seconds had severed her mental subconscious connections with her suit and left her crippled from the waist down on the floor!! So a big orgasm was going to daze her and mess up her spines interface with the suit and render her temporally paralyzed, not good! So as she turned off the lone light in her room and then peaked out her curtain she opened the locked window with some sense of hesitation and fear. She was not as invulnerable as she had thought the suit might make her, just a little orgasm could put her in a real tight spot in a heart beat, and her suit was always keeping her dangerously close to an orgasm, teetering her on the brink of a good strong wave of cums! It made the prospects of just wearing the suit in public a little dangerous but to wear it and go traipsing around the 101 area like a spy or like a… super heroine was just asking for trouble!! At the last second she remembered her eye mask and closing the curtain turned back on the light and ran back to her desk and glued it into place. ‘Some super heroine I nearly forgot to put on my mask!’

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So it was with considerable trepidation that the blue and black masked, ass length blonde pony tailed, blue and black power cat-suited young teen girl slipped finally out of her dorm room window and across the rooftops and using first a shim jimmied window into a sealed storage room and then a fake ID swipe card to open the locked door which she kept in one of the two pocket/pouches she had rigged with belts and buckles on her outer thighs, she slipped unnoticed into the upper floors of the 101 building. Originally she had planned to use the prototype suit to be a test bed for further test suits that could be worn under ones clothing for day to day life, allowing her and others like her to walk about and move about more freely than a wheel chair or crutches could ever allow. But then she had been SO turned on by the suits interface and her own hotness in its revealing nature that bit by bit she had thought about putting on the suit and going out at night and ‘exposing’ herself to people like some kind of ‘flasher’ and you know, rescue a kitten or two so the cops wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her! As Delta City had some weird laws about nudity and super heroines and such! But she had NEVER intended to put on the suit and mask and really do anything remotely dangerous!! Not like this!! She didn’t like danger! She didn’t even like roller coasters or haunted houses!!! She scared easily!! She watched horror movies on her tv with all the lights on and her knees drawn up to her chest and off the floor and a pillow over her legs and chest which she would peek from behind and hide her face and cover her ears and hum if it got too frightening!!

The power suit had her so turned on though, so lusty and horny, like she had never been before, that all that tingling near orgasm rushing waves sort of drowned out her nervousness and limb quaking fear and had her ready to put on a mask and go show her pussy to the entire world! Ohhhhhh yeah she had always desperately wanted to do pussy flashes like all the other girls…soooo hotttttt! But this whole thing about sneaking into a building with armed guards, no matter how rent-a-cop lame they may be, and stealing any new data on the latest power suits Brass and Russ may have done before they got ousted from the project and then destroying all that data and the other power suits so that only she had a power suit and the military couldn’t make an army of zombie drone super soldiers, well, it was utterly nuts!!! And yet here she was breathlessly and really really scared tip toeing down a well lit hallway about to pee all over the floor from her basically crotch-less power suit at the first hint of a noise!!!

But those two dumb asses had shown her data, which she had showed them in order to get them to start sharing their data with her, to the army and now the army was going to use her discoveries to make basically monsters!! She had to stop that! She had to destroy the other power suits and all the data in the lab before it became too late and the army shipped everything off to some secret military base!! But she had never moved around this much in the suit before and all that stimulation and rubbing was bringing her really really close to a big one! A full blown mind renting orgasm!! Not really a good thing, to be helplessly on the floor of a hallway screaming explanatives as you hump the air before laying paralyzed for several seconds as your body twitched and cum shot like a geyser out of your exposed naked snatch! All the while, guards with drawn guns come rushing up and start circling you and calling for real police and maybe some military guys too!!! No, not good at all!

Seeing a small niche with some vending machines and a wooden slated bench Dawn slipped into it and out of the hallway to pause for a second and let the sensations pushing her to the brink of an orgasm the suit was causing by her moving around simmer down as she stood still with hands on her upper thighs and bent over taking deep calming breaths as the sweat dripped from her brow and joined the beads of sweat upon her heaving quivering chest. She tried to blank her mind of all sexy thoughts of her self being nearly naked in a public place and desperately tried to not move a hyper-syntaxes muscle to let her body recover from the over stimulations! ‘Easy girl, easy. Just breathe and relax and everything will be alright. No! don’t look at your tits! Don’t think about your hotness!! Just breathe and relax.’

Suddenly there was a scuffling noise just around the niches corner. Dawn froze. What to do?! She eyed the vending machines behind her up raised buttocks and realized she could slip in between the far machine and the wall and be out of any line of sight of anyone walking by the niche or using the machines. She moved rapidly to the niche and pulling her arms up to her chest and to her sides just managed to squeeze her huge breasts and full buttocks into the narrow cramped space. She held her breathe and watched as the shuffling came closer and then the distinct shadow of a man in what had to be a security guard cap moved across the wall beside her and strengthened as the figure moved now with the sounds of jingling keys up to the vending machine she was hiding behind!

The silhouette pulled some coins out of its pocket and then plunked them into the machine. A few beeping buttons pressed and the whirl of the machine resulted in a small silence and then an explanative. The shadow grabbed the front of the machine and began to jostle and rock it, squashing and squeezing her boobs even further! Until finally there was a loud ‘clunk’ of some solid sounding junk food falling and the rocking of the machine stopped. Just in time as the binding, constricting manner of her situation compiled with such violent tit smashing and her near naked nudity in a public place so close to exposure to a stranger and the danger of that stranger being an armed guard had nearly sent her over the brink into heady orgasm!

She waited as the figure and its shadow slowly parted and dissolved away from her yellow painted wall and she extracted her self from the narrow niche with several grunts and some wet pussy slurps. Leaving a wet snail trail of crotch snot on the side of the machine. Once free she paused to readjust her suit to cover what little it could and to simmer down her near cork popping juices. Then she risked an inching few steps to peek around the niches corner into the hallway to see if she could catch sight of the man.

The hallway was empty and since he had headed back down the direction from which she had come she turned her self around and continued on her way creeping silently on the stealthy foot pads of the power suit. It wasn’t long before she reached a right angle corner along the hallway of locked doors and she inched up to it and peered around the corner to scope out another long hallway but halfway down this one was a hallway junction branching like a “T” off of it and at this junction was a simple metal desk with two roller chairs. One chair was vacant and the other had a lone guard who was reading a newspaper and eating a homemade sandwich with a thermos and its cup lid sitting on the desk in front of him.

Dawn pulled herself back around the corner where she stood flattened against the hallway wall and took a deep breath. He hadn’t seen her but what to do now? She was of three minds; the first was to just get the hell out of her before she got caught or hurt! The second was to retrace her steps and find another way around this guard. And the third was to just brassily and boldly strut around the corner and walk right up to him! The more she thought about this latter avenue the wetter and hotter she got! No one had seen her yet in her outfit. And wearing the outfit where people could see her had been the initial entire point of her making the eye mask and fantasying about wearing the suit outside of her room! But this was a guard with a hand gun and hand cuffs and a radio to call other guards. Not some lone guy on the street corner with a bag of groceries waiting for a bus!

She knew there were no security cameras on the third floor as that was almost all storage stuff and that was where she was. But the guard at the desk was facing the hallway that “T” sectioned off and terminated into a bank of elevators and the fire escape staircase leading down to the second and first floor. There were a few cameras up at the corner junctions of the second floor and there was a camera inside the elevator, but none in the stair wells. There were more cameras on the first floor and the main guard station was just in front of the main first floor entrance where all the security camera monitors were. There were two guards on each both the third and second floor, with three guards being posted on the first floor. She had found all this out by pulling up the payroll and blue print schematics of the building earlier in the day. There was a real chance that lab workers might be in various rooms on the second and first floor but it was the weekend so the likelihood was scarce. There was also an ever increasing chance that out of uniform military personal might be hanging around the lab she was heading toward on the first floor. Since the military had taken over the project, at least according to Russ. But there would be no way of knowing until she reached the first floor and made her way over toward the lab rooms in question.

According to some of the blue prints, before these buildings had been rather poorly converted over into research labs they had been simple office buildings and if she could just reach the stair well and head up to the roof access door. It would open into a locked metal shed that then opened out onto the roof proper. There was a camera pointed at the door to the roof from inside the stairwell and another camera in the center of the metal shed pointing straight down covering most of the small room. But if one, instead of opening the door to the roof shed stopped short of the last stair well landing and instead of walking up it to the metal locked door and into the view of the security camera, turned abruptly around they would find a large vent covering which in turn opened into the upper workings of the elevator its self. This rather large room full of huge flywheels and cables could be accessed from the same storage roof shed that had the security camera in it and which the metal roof access door lead into. If she could get past the guard sitting at his desk and down that branching off hallway to the stairwell door and into the stair well and up a flight of steps she could access the vent grate and by that into the elevator upper workings room without once stepping in front of a security camera!

From there she felt certain she could use access panels that lead into the elevator shaft its self and thus climb the rungs along the wall straight down to the first floor! From there another vent covering lead out into the stair well.

And it was here that fate stepped in and changed her entire world yet again.

With a loud explosion that rocked the entire building and made the lights flicker and go out she over came her initial startled shock and leaned back around the corner to see the equally confused security guard flip on the ‘L’-shaped light hanging off a shoulder strap. He was frantically calling into his radio while his radio in turn barked dozens of overlapping voices as everyone keyed their receivers at once!

She struggled to focus and make out what the radio was saying and the guard with now pistol drawn from his holster had moved from out behind his desk to scan the area immediately around him. She ducked back twice from his light beams and looked back around again while now keeping an eye out behind her for the other security guard she had last seen in that direction. Other than the light of the guards flashlight the entire floor around her was utterly dark. Well, behind her she could just make out a thin dim emergency exit light on a distant ceiling but nothing else.

When she looked back again at the guard he had stopped barking into his radio and had returned to behind his desk and opened the larger lower drawer. He took out a battery lamp and switched it on and set it on the desk where it gave off a very bright white light but did little to illuminate all but the immediate area around the desk. The thin globe of glow revealed more of him than his environment but it seemed to calm him down. He reached into the top drawer of his desk and then pulled out another item before closing it. He now set to work on his hand gun while occasionally glancing around him and picking up his radio to answer this or that call.

He soon finished his work and he raised up his hand gun and cast it about semi-squeezing the trigger. Instead of the normal laser painter coming on and casting its tiny red pencil thin dot there was instead a small bright tight beam of light. A mini-flash light which hung bellow the barrel and which came on every time he half pulled the trigger?! Clever!

He could now see what ever it was he was shooting at! Of course now that kinda sucked for her! She had half expected the security guard to take off running when the lights went out and the building had shook but instead he now seemed to be focused entirely on the elevator door directly down the hallway in front of his desk! He kept a stern eye on it as he reattached his walkie/talkie radio to his belt and ran an ear piece up to his ear and a small mic up to his neck collar and alligator clipped it into place.

As he was doing all of this the second severity guard showed up from the hallway beyond the guard at the desk with his flashlight in his hand and gun drawn. He stopped at the desk and chatted with the man in hushed excited hurried tones and then he too adapted his radio to an ear bud and clip mic and took another micro halogen flash light from the top desk drawer and swapped out his laser painter with it.

The whole time Dawn peered around the corner at the two men in puzzled curiosity. At least she didn’t have to worry about the second guard coming up behind her. He had obviously made the entire circuit of the upper halls and returned back to the desk station set directly before the bank of elevators. She couldn’t see the elevators of course as they were at a right angle from her position. She would have to walk down to the security desk and then turn to her left to look down the short hallway to the elevators. Not something she was likely to do with two armed edgy guards standing at the apex point with heads on a swivel!

What was she to do?! All her plans of a discrete stealth entry had just gone up in some huge bang somewhere else in the building! A tactical withdrawal was in order and with all eyes on the elevators a slip back out the way she came would at least get her outside the building safe and easy enough but once outside who knew how many searchlights might be playing across its surface? Still she did want to know what had just happened? Buildings, even research buildings rarely blew up in the middle of the night. With the ear buds in now all the telltale chatter she was catching pieces of had just gone deathly silent. What to do?!

Again fate stepped in as the elevator door suddenly dinged open and the two security guards crouched with raised guns.

“Don’t shoot!” it was some lab tech all covered in greasy black smoke smears and coughing that came staggering into the small pool of battery powered cool blue lantern light.

He immediately started jabbering a mile a minute about some kind of pulse feedback exploding some helmet thing and something about Doctor Fieldersnatch being dead?! And the ‘THING’ was lose! It had killed everyone in the lab and all the downstairs security and had destroyed the lab and everything was burning downstairs and explosions and it was after him!!! It had cut him off in the lobby and he had raced to the elevator and It blamed him for its pain as he had been operating the control panel but it wasn’t his fault it was that insane bastard Fieldersnatch and and and

There was an odd metallic slow creaking sound above them in the hallway and the ranting disheveled lab tech fell quiet as he joined the two security officers as they all quietly stared up at the false hanging ceiling of white fronted pressed yellow file tiles in their flimsy white tin frames. The ceiling just sat there unmoving while on the other side of it the whine of metal stretching continued. Then the noise just stopped. There was a lengthy pause.

“If the building is indeed on fire we should evacuate at once.” the security guard she had hidden from beside the vending machine half whispered never taking his eyes or his gun light off the ceiling.

Another long pause of complete silence. “If the building is on fire why hasn’t the fire alarms come on and the sprinklers started up?” The other security guard said in a low firm voice.

Just then a loud braying klaxon shrilled through the hallways and the sprinkler heads all burst open in showers. “Okay. Lets evacuate the premise. The guard agreed and the three men took their eyes off the ceiling and started to head down the hallway to her!!

Dawn quickly backpedaled away from the approaching small group of men and then spun around and walked rapidly away from them. The water cascading down on her made her feel funny in the suit. The down pour drenching her body was having an odd effect upon the suit, it was if anything making her even hornier?! This was not goood! No matter how good it felt! Just walking in the damn thing before had proved almost orgasmic and now the shower of water was increasing the thrumming sensation in her pussy and tits even more so! The fast walk became a stagger as she clutched at the wobbly wall with out stretched hands her pussy was a churning fire of raging building sensations. ‘ohhhhh gawd… I am going to blow!’ she thought as her knees went weak and slammed together and her legs felt like long stretched thin rubber bands. With each halting step she could see the mix of pussy juice and water pump out of her squishing crotch slurping up into the air above the suits crotch piece like a whale’s spout. ‘not gooooood. Not goooood. Make mental note: do not get suit wet! Ohhhhhh gawd! Oh sa!weet! Gawd! I am going to pop my cork right here!’ she could see the play of light from the flash lights dance on the walls to her left she glanced over her shoulder and saw the three men round the corner and enter the hallway she was in but in the sprinkler down pour and flood it was obvious that they couldn’t see her in the dim shadows mixed with sheets of water.

Still their pace far exceeded hers and if she kept moving like this and not stop to let her simmering lava pot down there cool off a bit she was going to erupt and fall helpless in a frozen suit to the floor! In either case it was only a matter of time before they over took her?! She had already passed the candy bar vending machine alcove so no hiding there again!

She stopped moving and fall back against the wall. It was no good if she went a step farther she was going to tip her honey pot all over the floor! She slid down the wall to a half leaning half crouched position and resigned herself to being discovered and apprehended by the three men following her. Oh well she had never been cut out for all this super heroine crap anyway. Ha!

Just then the three men stopped dead in their tracks and spun around. Their flashlights and gun lights fell upon an enormous humanoid creature! It’s skin was black and charred and upon its body was the fused remains of a suit not non-similar to her own?! It howled drowning out even the fire alarm klaxons and the security guards squeezed that little bit more and the guns erupted in flashes only slightly muted by the rivers of water falling down.

The creature screamed and began to pummel the men into pastry dough. The bullets seemed to have little effect upon it. And the men fell back as sodden expanded pieces of ceiling tile now began to concave dripping down and then give way and splat in the shin deep water. Floating like weird white and yellow lily pads in the flickering flash lit hallway. As the three men cowered back holding their broken limbs a blonde woman strutted past them and growled over her shoulder, “Move aside little men… Super Heroine coming through!”

With a second breath to push her boiling throbbing crotch down a notch or two, and a deeeeeep sucking breath she found that if she could just keep focused and on top of the giddy rush of power that she could will the suits volcanic energies to bend to her will. And thus she strutted forward past the men her ass wiggle in full hump-motor status cock hunger drive and her ‘S’ snapping shake and bake loins oily gliding her sveltely through the waterfall and right up to the THING! “Well if you aren’t big tall and creepy.” Dawn looked the creature up and down stopping her gaze on its slightly exposed enormous pecker bulging up and half out of the semi-melted red and white power suit and looking back up into its eyes to smirk and wink, “Niiiiiiiice.” she nodded.

It growled and took a swing at her. Not nice. She replied with a flipping back kick dodge which also planted both sharp pointed toes of her boots into the area she had just been admiring. Bullets may not phase it much but from its howl and stagger a well placed kick to the nads had some effect!

The battle royal was on! As long as she kept focused and burning off all the sexually generating energy of the suit in powerful and acrobatic moves the sexual longing and tensions in her loins was just manageable! The trick was to keep moving and not stop! And all the lust was poured away in the power she was throwing into her punches, kicks, and flips!

The thing caught her with a few smacks now and then and it grabbed a kick that she threw a second or two too slow twice to use her in turn to redecorate the walls for some future bay windows, but she was the faster more agile player and she was the one landing the more solid blows. It was only a matter of time and when the thing staggered forward she took the opportunity. Jumping up so her knees where on either side of it huge distorted head she twisted and torque her body snapping the creatures neck, dead before it even hit the ground as she gracefully flip kicked away to land in a sexy straddle stance.

“Ahhhh, thanks Miss?” A guard offered a nod from his crouched position waist deep in the hallways still rising two feet of water as he held his fellow semi-conscious partner half sitting up off the floor. The third man had already fled the area during the fight?!

“Don’t mention it. And..” she noticed the man was staring at her crotch of her suit which was only a few inches from his soaked face and a wicked delicious wave of intense pleasure coursed through the teen super heroine. She placed her hands on her buttocks and slowly thrust her crotch up and out at him. He couldn’t tell with all the water pouring down from the still jetting fire sprinklers but she was jetting slurppy sprays of pussy juice on his face as her bald snatch swam up to view. Through half lidded eyes and through a thick wide smile she gasped, “can call me Blonde Dawn. I am new in town but I think you and your buddies in blue are going to be seeing a lot of me in the near future a whole lot of me! In fact I can guarantee it!”

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Dawn was back in her cubicle singing to her i-pod and rocking back and forth in her wheel chair as she typed away at her computer key board.

Just then she saw one of the janitor staff with two of his buddies gathering up all the chairs from the office. She pulled out her i-pod ear buds and yelled over at them. “Hey what are you doing with all the chairs? And by the way where the hell is everyone today? Some new holiday no one bothered to tell me about?!”

One of janitors came shuffling up to her wiping his perspiring brow, “Naw, naw. All the men on this floor are in the hospital with some kind of rash on their crotch. They think it might somehow be coming from all these chairs so we have to take them and destroy them. That’s all. Guess it’s lucky you are in a wheel chair, huh?” and the man shuffled back to his task of throwing chairs into a plastic dumpster cart.

“Uh.. Yeah.” Suddenly Dawn’s frown shot into a wide eyed look of surprise and she opened her desk drawer. The vial of concentrated poison ivy extract was gone!!!!! She slammed the drawer closed and half blushing half laughing she yelled back over at the janitor, “Hey! Say! How many men got that rash thing on their groins?”

“All of them. The entire floor. Like sixty guys, I think.”

Dawn spun her head away all wide eyed mouth gapping and then started to giggle. ‘Sixty guys?! Jerking to my pics?! Shit Dawn you are one hot bitch!’ she stopped laughing and with a sudden eureka expression pulled her purse out from under her desk and slipped her brand new video camera out from it and placed it carefully on her desk in front of her and began to unbutton her shirt, “hell sixty… I can do better than that!!!”

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