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Shield is a copyrighted character from the stables of the legendary Mr. X. The following work of fiction is intended for adult entertainment. For the REAL origins of shield you will have to go to the big guy himself at dangerbabecentral. Thanks again to Mr. X for so graciously allowing such a free range abuse of his characters and thanks again for all the ideas I have so shamelessly stolen from him over the years from his playground at dangerbabecentral and all without even one ‘hey little girl’ or ‘piece of candy!’

SHIELD

Carla Rodgers green eyes flashed as the hot sticky load of spunk erupted in her mouth and slide down the back of her throat as the enormous cock bucked upon her tongue and lips like a young angry colt in a glass elevator. She made several slight nasal purring slurries of noises consisting of ‘umphs’ and ‘hmmms’ despite her attempts of self-control as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed again.

For three years she had been coming to the old man’s tiny cramped room at the nursing home and parting his boney thighs in his wheel chair and locking them helplessly in place by wedging her firm full young 38 EE-cup breasts between them as she either jerked his enormous pecker with her hands or breasts milking it into geysers of surprising sudden eye stinging facials or bobbing her head up and down sucking it dry. Afternoon after afternoon she had spent on her knees before the old withered skeleton of a man as his head lolled this way and that on his spindly neck as she savagely feasted upon his impossibly large erection and gurgled and burbled and belched with her stomach full of cum.

When she had first started coming to the stale room it had been filled with moldering cardboard boxes crammed with memorabilia, novelties, and knickknacks of Captain Trevor Rodgers The Shield both a real life cold war hero and a patriotic marketing blitz of comic books, tv shows, cereal boxes, and the like. Now almost every one of those items of the world’s foremost collection were across town back in her small cramped room.

Carla pulled her mouth off the twitching still erect cock. She gave it a few experimental hard jerks with her left hand as she squeezed and slapped and massaged the gray haired scrotum to make sure the well was indeed dry. The cock was always stiff, always hard, she nodded satisfied the shrunken wrinkly nut sack was done for the day and bit her lower lip with all her upper teeth as she let go of the twenty inch throbbing monster the old man kept thinly veiled behind his natty robe and stripped drawstring pajamas. She looked up at the old man who was red faced and wheezing like a drunken locomotive as his eyes spun around and around as she smiled at him, the long wet string of cum connecting his purple fist sized cock head and her lips glinting and quivering as she suddenly laughed. She reached up and took the eight by ten photo he clutched in his shaking right hand and said, “Thanks!”

She got up off her knees studying the photo she had just earned and heading toward the door of the small room which led out into the nursing home hallway. It was a picture of Captain Trevor in his Shield costume shaking hands with President Nixon in the oval office as he received the Congressional Medal of Honor and there it was! The hammer shaped necklace around his neck the same one Carla now wore on her right wrist. Carla stared starry eyed at the photo as she opened the door as she called over her shoulder, “I have band practice tomorrow and chess club the next and a math competition on Saturday but I will be here all day Sunday.” The old man gasped and wheezed and tried to smile as Carla opened the door just remembering at the last second to put her tits away back into her stretched tube top at the last second though she once again forgot to wipe the thick load of cum off her smiling beaming face that dripped off her chin as steady as the rain outside.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ghost Babe gave the young brunette a sideways arched eyebrow look as she put both her hands on shapely hips and smiled.

“Yes,” Carla answered quickly utterly surprised at the confidence in her voice which she was not feeling so much anymore as she eyed the steady trickle of ghosts that seemed to be rubbing and licking Ghost Babes nearly naked body non-stop. “I have to know if…” She swallowed hard and took a deep breath and rushed the words out. “I need to see him to talk to him to-“

“You want to have his blessing to become a crime fighter and carry on the family tradition.” Ghost Babe finished for her.

Carla merely nodded it was disconcerting to try and carry on a conversation with a woman in a busy public street which apparently only you could see who was having her left leg raised up and a cock slid into her pussy as she spoke to you.

“I understand.” Ghost Babe put her arm around the spirit’s neck to steady herself in her one legged stance but otherwise seemed to be oblivious to the ghost which was savagely ramming its cock in and out of her exposed pussy. “Well child, I can tell you that there is no Trevor Rodgers walking the spiritual plane of this Earth. He must have passed on to the other realms.” Carla tried not to stare at the ghost who was humping so madly at the young woman’s pussy in front of her and she looked around her at the street that was full of both living people and ghosts in a flowing glowing mishmash of green and blue mists and fogs. “I know it is hard to believe when you look around you now aided by my Ghost Vision powers, but nine out of ten departed pass into the other realms within days if not seconds of their living demise. You must consider the span of time of millennium that so populates this plane of Earth with countless trillions of disembodied spirits. Oh yes there!” Ghost Babe’s impeccable placid demeanor cracked for a second as an orgasm rippled across her youthful face and then she cleared her throat and tried to continue but a moan of pleasure escaped her throat as a second orgasm snuck up on her.

“Uh, yeah. Look are you saying you can’t help me then? He’s sort of like out of your jurisdiction then?” Carla widened her eyes at the ghost who was winking at her who was sucking at one of Ghost Babes huge nipples.

Ghost Babe slipped the spent cock out of her pussy and pushed the ghost away from her and straightened her hair and primed her scanty costume back into place only then noticing the second ghost sucking on her tit, she cleared her throat at and shooed him away, “Not at all. Ghost not only can pass through the material world such as walking through a wall per say but can just as easily pass through time as well. If you wish I can summon a ghost from your father’s living world time to escort us there. But I warn you this is a bad idea. Contacting the living or dead of the past is best left for the direst of circumstance not for such a frivolous undertaking such as this.”

“I have to see him, just talk to him just once.” Carla frowned at a ghost who was licking Ghost Babes asshole. “Uh, do they always do that? I mean are they always doing such things to you like that?”

Ghost Babe looked down at the kneeling ghost who was ramming its tongue up her butthole. “Yes. Well first a guide.” Ghost Babe raised her arms in the swirling mists that now seemed to fill the entire busy street which the living seemed oblivious to as much as they were un-sensing of the horde of ghosts who bustled around and through them. There was a strange eerie change in the composition of the fog and all the living seemed to fade into transparent shades until ghost and man were indecipherable from one another. A very solid looking man came up to them. He was wearing a military uniform of soviet design and was missing an arm a blood soaked tattered sleeve hung limply where the arm should have been. Ghost Babe looked at him and he suddenly vanished.

Ghost Babe nodded and stepped past the ghost tonguing her asshole who vanished in the fog and she said, “Now a ride.” She held up a hand and suddenly a man rode up on a horse. He was dressed like a cowboy with a cowboy hat his back was filled with arrows and he hung draped over the front of his saddle. “Oh, I had better take this one. Perhaps a bit too adventurous for you my dear. Here,” Ghost Babe raised a hand and suddenly a black horse drawn 1800’s handsome cab appeared out of the fog which was now so thick that not even the ghosts could be seen anymore except the cab and the man on the horse. “There try that one on for size.”

Carla opened the door to the carriage and reluctantly climbed inside. She immediately poked her head out the window of the gently rocking vehicle to watch Ghost Babe carefully slip herself in front of the cowboy managing to slip the saddle horn into her pussy and his dick into her ass as she smiled at the girl and then grunted over her shoulder at the man who still hung limp in his saddle at her back. “I see Tonto found out about you and his squaw. Well serves you right. You may have been fast on the draw but you never did know when to pull it out in time.” Then she waved her arm and shouted, “High Ho Silver away!” And Carla was thrown back into the carriage as it clattered away into the blindness of the glowing mist.

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Carla looked around her nervously and whined, “Ah this is not what I had in mind at all!”

She stretched her neck as far as she could and peered up past her manacled wrists past the table she was secured to at Ghost Babe who was under a pile of recently dead Russian Ghosts who were raping her in an endless gang bang. Their still bloody and mangled corpses lay all about the floor of the room.

Carla whispered at the moaning pile of cock buried glowing flesh that was Ghost Babe, “a little help here?!” and realized that none would be coming from that direction any time soon as the pale woman at the bottom of the pile let out another peal of orgasm.

“Great,” Carla growled as she turned her attention back to her father Trevor Rodgers. He was in his patriotic hued Shield costume but his namesake shield was lying heavily chained to the stone floor. He was chained to a chair and the Russian guy in the lab coat was finishing up attaching some kind of wired helmet covered in glass vacuum tubes to his unconscious head.

The guy in the lab coat nodded and picked up a large microphone and began talking into it. He watched Trevor respond by raising his head and nodding and he ordered one of the few soldiers not dead and now humping the shit of Ghost Babe to unlock the chains binding Trevor to his chair. The man with the microphone commanded Trevor to follow him and he led him back to the table where Carla lay helpless. He then ordered Trevor to remove his spandex pants thus revealing one of the largest penises she had ever seen.

The frightened girl looked at the limp cock and then at the madman with the microphone and then back at the now starting to harden cock and then back at the man with the microphone who began to talk to her as she could feel her father start to tare her blue jeans and panties from her body.

“I am sorry my dear but what a find you are. You seem an almost perfect match for Mr. Trevor’s unique cell structures. You see my dear Mr. Trevor has had his genes spliced with Aphrodite dna one of a handful of males who have survived such a process. Rather than spend millions and lose countless lives in failures my more practical government wants its own super hero soldier in a more traditional manner. You see Mr. Trevor’s spliced sperm is very unusual. It is very potent and once conceived it causes the child to mature in the womb within hours rather than months. So you see my dear you are about to become a mother before the sunsets this very day!”

Carla bit her tongue from blurting out, ‘but he is my father!’ as that air head slut of a ghost Ghost Babe had brought both of them right into the arms of the Russian guards who shield was busy fighting and her own sudden appearance had distracted him enough to cause him to hesitate in his brawl and a sudden gun to her temple had stopped him dead in his tracks. He had surrendered himself and his shield and both of them had been taken prisoners. That had only been a few hours ago. She had not even had a chance to say, ‘hello.’ To the man she had waited a lifetime to meet let alone reveal her bombshell of announcement that she was his daughter from the future. And the recent dead soldiers and scientists that had somehow killed themselves in ricocheting bullets off his shield had smothered Ghost Babe in a rugby mound of an orgy rendering her helpless as well though apparently only Carla could see the cum covered woman withering upon the stone flagging under the pumping horde of ghosts.

Instead the squirming young girl shouted from her bonds, “but I have been saving myself! For my wedding night!” It was true though she had tugged and sucked enough cock to float the United States navy in a sperm ocean she had never let her panties slip not even once! But even as she bellowed she could feel her father slip the tennis ball sized head of his cock between her wet lips of her unguarded pussy!

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The humping went on for hours. The steady slapping of her father’s large nut sack against her ass as he pounded her red swollen stretched fuck hole seemed unending. Even when she managed to slip the strange hypnotizing helmet contraption off his head with her manacled wrist finger tips he still continued to pound her mercilessly.

She lost count of how many times he blew his ball juice into her quivering cunt but she swore she could taste his nut sauce in the back of her throat. She was also embarrassed how many times she climaxed and mentally scolded herself for her flagrant grinding of her hips and return service of her egger pelvis rising up to meet the mighty fast thrusts of her father’s powerful huge cocks pile driver descents.

In fact if it had not been for the laborious efforts of the man in the lab coat and the guard and a healthy dose of something in a syringe shield might have kept raping his daughter for days yet to come. But as it was he was finally dragged off her trembling sweat covered body snoring. They chained him back up in is chair and set about watching her for the next several hours as to her utter astonishment as the mad man had predicted she watched her abdomen swell and soon she was in labor giving birth to… a girl!

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“Well that was… interesting,” Ghost Babe smirked as she rode in the rocking horse drawn carriage across from Carla.

“So you are telling me that I just went back in time where I was raped by my own father and then I gave birth to myself?!” Carla was absently rubbing her swollen milk filled breasts through her braless torn t-shirt as she frowned out the window of the carriage at the swirling glowing fog.

“Never cross your time lines honey. Don’t you watch Doctor Who?” Ghost Babe pushed on the back of the head of the ghost who was eating her pussy and gave a low whine. The horses whinnied in return.

“Well thanks for saving me… eventually.” Carla forced a smile at the spectral super heroine.

“Don’t mention it honey. So did you find out what you needed to know?”

Carla fingered the hammer shaped amulet on her wrist. “You know I always knew he was my father. Well I never knew I was my own mother but, I always knew he was my father. I had this amulet since as long as I can remember. And I have pictures of him wearing it around his neck from back when he was well alive. But I just knew, you know? But I had no memories of him at all.”

Ghost Babe raised an eyebrow and smiled her wicked gleaming smile. “Well I am sure you got a hell of a memory of him now. He was quiet the stud!”

Carla blushed and then laughed, “he kept going even after I got that mind control helmet off him and after you rescued us he said, ‘sorry babe must have been some residual radiation or something.’ And I had to keep a straight face and say, ‘of course Shield. I fully understand.’”

Both women burst out laughing.

“You decided not to tell him you were his daughter then?” Ghost Babe rose up slightly and readjusted the cock in her pussy of the ghost she was sitting on and then sat back down and pulled the ghost eating her pussy back into her crotch firmly. “Let’s try and hit a few more potholes there!” She called out to the driverless coach.

“How could I? I mean after you know all of that!”

Ghost Babe breathed an ‘ah’ and shrugged.

“But yes I have decided I will follow in my father’s footsteps and become a super heroine! And in his forgotten honor bring back his noble deeds lost to so many now and proudly take up the name ‘Shield. The fact that he left me this amulet that he always wore around his neck before he disappeared proves to me that he would have wanted me to carry on his fight!’”

“Good for you!” Ghost Babe slapped Carla’s knee. “If you like I can find out where your father’s shield is?”

“It’s in the Smithsonian in the Shield exhibit and memorial. Isn’t it?”

Ghost Babe shook her head. “That one is a fake.”

“Oh.” Carla paused and looked out the window at the fog and frowned. “Too bad we couldn’t bring back the baby with us. But as you told my father, you can’t bring-“

“Oh phish! I just made that up! Who wants diapers and all that bawling?! Ugh! Let oh ‘residual radiation’ and ‘I hope you won’t mention this to anyone as it could ruin my public image and after all I am an icon of the people and I mean so much to them’ take care of those three am feedings! Do the lout some good!”

Carla looked shocked at Ghost Babe and then shook her head and smiled.

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A figure skulked out of the dark and stepped cautiously into the lone light of the single bug staccato-ed bulb above the back door of the Miss Manners Orphanage. He set the baby down in its basket upon the green mat in front of the door and then spun around as he heard his name suddenly spoken.

“Dropping off yet ANOTHER fondling Shield?”

In his sudden spin he failed to notice that the baby girl had clutched his hammer necklace around his neck and still clutched it as he stood up and pushed the basket with his foot closer to the door and hit the button causing the bottom of the door to open and the basket and baby to be pulled into the orphanage all as spuriously as possible and not taking his eyes off the figure addressing him.

“Night Owl, well fancy meeting you here again,” Shield cleared his throat.

“Ever hear of condoms, Shield?” Night Owl glared. But suddenly an infant’s cry came from under his cape and he nervously plucked out the basket containing the baby and giving a weak smile followed by an angry face he pushed past a smirking Shield and put the baby on the green mat and pressed the button. With a whoosh the infant was whisked into the orphanage.

“You know you should really get a boy wonder and get rid of that jailbait slut you call a side kick.” Shield hummed as he chuckled.

“What does that make for you now? Ten deliveries this week? Maybe if you could stop ‘patrolling’ the discos and video game parlors you wouldn’t be handing your entire government paycheck over to Miss Manners here!” Night Owl hissed.

“FOUR! Deliveries and I believe in what the Miss Manners orphanage and home for wayward girls stands for thank you very much and am a proud sponsor of her endeavors.”

“Schmuck.”

“Asshole.”

The lights in the downstairs windows came on in the orphanage and both super heroes looked around frightened and raced in opposite directions disappearing in the shadows.

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“And how are you doing my dear?” The voice sounded like it was being shouted down a tin well full of wax tissue paper.

“Fine professor,” Carla Rodgers known to almost seven people now as THE SHIELD spoke into her ear mic and checked the readings on the dials in front of her blue gloved fingers.

“Good, good. We still have you on the seismic but you will soon be descending beyond our range so keep your communicator open at all times, alright?”

“Yes, professor Whirtler. I will keep the com line open.” Shield cast a serious gaze about the small metal cabin of the bore. The cabin was situated on the top of a massive drill head that churned mercilessly through the earth at an alarming rate thanks due to its unique spectral light laser cutting heads.

To her right was her father’s shield now her shield. It was composed of a strange substance that consisted of ever replicating molecules that vibrated strongly at the atomic level so much so that whenever she touched the shield it sent waves of orgasmic vibrations through her body bringing her dangerously close to climax. ‘Maybe that is why dad was always so horny?’ Shield thought to herself she had an entire folder filled with photos of her father in his shield costume being forced to rape young teen girls while sneering mad scientists looked on waving hypnotic ray guns or memorizing helmets or mind control drug filled syringes or gas guns.  It seemed to be an almost reoccurring theme with him.

Ghost Babe had found the true shield to be in the possession of her long time collector friend in the nursing home. How that old pervert had come into possession of the one true shield of her father was beyond her but she had let the dirty old man slip his incredible cock up her puss and she had rode him hard in his wheel chair for an entire afternoon as her eyes remained locked on her prize laying on the floor before her. However this final visit had proved too much for the old man and even as he was about to spurt his huge load in her feverish insanely humping pussy his heart gave out and he died. A startled Carla had taken her shield reward and quickly fled but noted that the old man had died with a smile on his face and that in a passing after thought that his cock had felt oddly familiar to her hungry pussy but she chalked that up to her only other experience of penetration being her own fathers huge cock a few days/decades before? And therefore a lack of comparable penises to contrast with to offset an understandable deja-vue experience.

On her left sat the mechanical man, Hardy. This was the fourth such mechanical man to attempt this mission. The other three had shorted out as the bore machine had reached its target location. The strange radiation of the rare mineral sought, apparently causing malfunctions and failure in the machines logic circuits despite repeated attempts to insulate against this.

Hence shield’s presence on board this current mission attempt as the professor believed shield’s vibrating shield could protect her from the odd radiation of the minerals and allow the retrieval of the samples he wanted. So far the robot was piloting the ship without fail but the odd compass set in lee of a windscreen showed they were nearing their objective and thus area of effect of the rare mineral rapidly. Shield kept a sharp eye on the robot for any signs of her needing to step in and take over the ships controls.

Shield needed a mission like this to boost her standings among the officials and popularity amongst the public who sadly seemed to still see her as a nobody or worse as a prostitute?!

Working alongside the professor was a guarantee of increasing respect and higher profile missions as well as much needed access to information and his endless arsenal of gadgets and contacts!

Hardy began to sputter and soon he was punching the controls haphazardly his brilliant mechanical mind reduced to whistling Yankee-Doodle. Shield picked up her shield and slipped her hand and forearm through the brackets. The touch of the shield caused the growing humming in her head to dissipate only to be replaced by the slightly scary waves of pleasure as if she had just strapped the world’s largest vibrator to every inch of her body.

She cleared her throat against the shields normal effect of constant sexual stimulation and told the professor that Hardy had just gone spare and she would be taking over the controls. The professor was worried in the effects of the rare mineral seemed to be happening sooner and sooner to his robots rather than later. He was relieved to hear the non-intelligent brute force controls of the bore where still operating unimpeded.

While it was true that shield had taken over the operation of the drill and that these simple controls were easy for her to operate what was not quite true was her statement that she was now in control. For Hardy in his wacked out state of mindlessness had taken it upon himself to become obsessively determined to slip both his tactile rubber covered multi-fingered fists into shield’s pussy and anus. Considering that she had to straddle the strapped in robot’s captain’s chair to run the controls and the robots great strength and flexibility and her own need to hold her shield in one hand while trying to govern the ship with her only free hand it was not long before Hardy had successfully managed to yank shield’s brand new super heroine suit aside and insert his desired digits exactly where he intended them to go. Having succeeded in performing this operation he now completely surprised the already shocked girl by vibrating and twirling them rapidly while whistling ‘Here comes Santa Clause’?!

Not wishing to let on that things were now hopelessly out of her control shield kept up a steady conversation with the professor and the room full of army generals she knew to be standing by his side while desperately trying to hide her on going orgasms and continue to both struggle to free herself from the raping robot and control the ship to a successful mission completion.

She might have achieved this impossible endeavor except that as odd as this sounds, shield was not a very sexual young woman. In fact unlike most Aphrodite super heroines she did not even own a vibrator let alone be a founding member of the vibrator of the month club as say Flag Girl was, and though she had jerked off an old man almost daily for three years to acquire in trade his entire collection of captain Trevor shield memorabilia, she had never had a boyfriend and never fingered herself not even once! In fact her father raping her both popped her cherry and awakened her slumbering powers and other than once again and for the first time letting the old man stuff her rabbit hole with his old peter to acquire the shield of her father the now rapidly vibrating springing pulsing fingers in her pussy and anus were the only other objects that had ever been inserted up inside her!

To put it bluntly the inexperienced girl soon found herself utterly fucked silly. Reduced to a red faced sheepish grinning  drool-dripping chin against her shield rim as her eyes rolled back under her fluttering eyelids and she began to make pigeon like cooing sounds and humming along with the robot who was now whistling the theme to the Ms. Americana Super Heroine Power Hour.

“I’m sorry Shield we are getting some kind of wet sounding static here?”

“That’s just the squishing of my pussy- ah I mean that’s just the pulsating of the alarm claxon in the small capsule here, professor. I am-ah oh gwad- fraid that I am getting some weeeeeird vibrations here.”

“Yes shield that would be from the target source. Can you manually grapple a sample into the hold? If you can manage that I can activate the emergency retrieval and we will hoist you back up?”

“Ungh-ha! YES! OH MY FRIGGING GWAD YES!”

“Well she certainly doesn’t lack any spunk for the mission professor but I am concerned about her condition.”

“Yes General Galaday. I too am growing alarmed for that capsule retrieval unit won’t hold up much longer under that odd energy waves. Shield can you hear me? Can you go any faster?”

“oh-oh-oh I am going as fast as I can right now!”

“Well let us know as soon as you retrieve a sample and secure it in the hold… alright? Shield can you hear me?”

“I’m reading you loooooooud and cleeeeear pro-ah-fessor! I just need a little moment here. Just a little- oh-oh-oh meeeeeeeeegwaaaaaaaaaad!”

“Sounds like she got it!”

“Shield did you get it? ARE YOU THERE?”

“OH YEAH I’M THERE. SO VERY VERY THERE. OH MAN AM I THERE. I AM THERE AND BACK AGAIN ABOUT A DOZEN TIMES NOW. GWAD! Whew! You can start the reverse retrieval thing-y now professor I have the sample secured in the hold.”

“Great I am throwing the switch! How is Hardy?”

“HE’S FUCKING GREAT! JUST FANTASTIC! HOW LONG DOSE THE BATTERIES IN THIS THING LAST ANYWAY?”

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Well with your help shield I was able to secure a sample of what I hope will prove to be a new energy source for the generations to come. And as my way to thank you I have something for you. Here put this ring on your finger.”

“Ah thanks professor does this mean we are going steady?” Shield held the ring on her gloved finger up for her to see. It was plain and un-inscribed.

“Now point it at the ground in front of you and say any command word you want and press that little blue gem bit there with a finger from your other hand.”

“Uh, okay professor you are the boss. SHIELD!”  Shield dropped her hand with the ring looking surprised as the large silver footlocker now smoking directly in front of her on the lab floor.

“Go on open it!” The professor urged.

“Ah, it’s empty.”

“Well of course it’s empty. You haven’t put anything in it yet. See those,” the professor keyed a button and a stack of silver shelves and footlockers rolled into view coming out a niche in the lab’s wall. “That’s where your locker is stored when you aren’t using it. It’s something I have been working on for the army. Instant re-equipping in the field anywhere. Well anywhere the satellite can reach you. But there you are. Now instead of running back to your home every time you see a crime and changing into your costume and retrieving your shield you can now just summon the footlocker where ever you are and your shield and costume will be inside. Well try it out!”

“Say that’s cool! My father the first Shield was said to be able to summon his shield to him like magic but I haven’t figured that out yet so until I do this will be very useful. Thanks professor!”

“Well, go on. Try it out. Put your costume and shield in it and send it back to the storage racks. And trust me nothing can get at those racks. Completely impervious to any approach what so ever. Only each individual ring can access each corresponding footlocker!”

“Uh, you mean now? Like here? You want me to strip here?”

“Oh for goodness sake, I won’t peak if that is what you are worried about.” The professor shook his head and turned his back and crossed his arms impatiently.

“Ah, okay, I guess I can do this, hum.” Shield carefully placed her shield into the container and looked once more around the congested large room of the lab. The generals had long gone and she was alone with the professor but it was a busy lab and even after the generals had left various assistants had wandered in and out. She swallowed hard and started to remove her costume with shaking fingers.

“Now remember to keep the ring with you. That is after you take it off to remove your glove put it back on your finger or you won’t be able to send the footlocker back to the racks.”

“Oh-kay, professor I have all my stuff in the locker including my mask and I have the ring back on my finger.”

“Good!” The professor spun around causing the young girl to throw her hands and arms over her exposed naked body and then face and then body and then face. “Now point the ring at the footlocker and press the gem again and say your command word!”

The girl fidgeted and crossed her ankles and pressed her thighs tightly together and hunched in her shoulders and pulled her strawberry dyed hair over her face as she meekly held out the ring and did as she was told hopping her arms could somehow keep her large puffy nipples covered as she did so.

The footlocker obediently vanished.

“Fantastic! Eh? Now when you get home you can put on your civilian clothes and when you see a spot of bother you can summon your footlocker and change into your costume and there’s your shield and you put your civilian clothes in the locker so when you finish trouncing up the bad guys and finish with your press conference you can call back your footlocker and change right back! BAM! How’s that eh?”

“Yeah that’s fantastic professor. I mean, really, it is thanks I am sure it will come in useful. I am just well I think I would like to summon the chest back and put on my costume again. You know. It’s kind of drafty in here.”

“Of course of course, er, just one thing. When you summon the chest to you and then send it away there’s a three hour cool down time before you can summon it again. You know quirky thing quantum mechanics.”

“Ah, three hours?!”

“Oh look at the time I have a luncheon appointment with the sectary of state. Please excuse me and when the high school boys science club shows up in the next few minutes do you think you can get them started on their tour? Tina called in sick and I am running late as it is. Here I will just flip Hardy back on as his batteries seem charged up again. He can help you keep the boys entertained as you show them the sights. Strange how the radiation of that new ore wore him out so fast! Thanks and bye!”

“Ah, professor? Ah, professor what about some clothes?! SHIELD! SHIELD! SHIELD GOD DAMN IT SHIELD! NO HARDEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOO!”

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