The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Rook.

SHOW AND TELL

The four teen hotties stood outside the small cluster of apartment buildings nestled around the deserted half empty small pool and rusted swing sets. The tallest, a slim brunette with long straight hair, thrust out a round pert hip and began to address her companions. “Okay, this is it, five buildings with nothing for the most part but fat forty to fifty year old balding minimum wage single loser men. I was here before with Jen and the place is just perfect for an easy two to three grand. Now remember the drill; we sell the raffle tickets for anywhere from five to twenty bucks a pop depending on how horny the guy seems to be. And this time let’s say the drawing is to help save the endangered Delta City beavers. And it is for a chance to win a 52 inch high definition flat screen TV. Okay girls time to lose the bras and panties… oh and remember, smile!”

All but one of the young women began to reach under their sheer tops and slip off their shoulder-strapless bras and lift up their short pleated school skirts to wiggle out of their panties. The tall brunette noticed the reluctant girl, a short haired blonde who was looking nervously all around the deserted parking lot amongst the rusted beat-up cars and who was blushing up a storm.

“What’s a matter Tammee? You want to spend your entire school year working at Wal-mart for minim wage and getting yelled at constantly by piss breath managers who treat you as if you are so stupid that you shouldn’t know how wrong it is to be asked to do the work of seven people for the wage of half a person? A company run by lawyers and former cart pushers who are all a bunch of stinking thieves and dumber than a box of dog shit. You work all year long doing jobs that are tiered for six to seven times more in pay then what you were hired to do and at the end of it you won’t have enough money to buy a pair of those child slave made jeans they sell. Now come on, lose the bra and panties and remember to smile it is going to be alright. Just stick together and watch each other’s back. Don’t under estimate these horny guys and the scams they come up with. It’s like they get smarter as their dicks get harder about how to get into your pants! If they get you alone they will say some of their money is gone off the table and they are going to call the cops unless you drop for a BJ so don’t fall for their shit! And don’t feel bad about taking their money. There may not be any real raffle for a TV, but what they are really paying for is the show they get and believe me they are getting their money’s worth. These disgusting guys don’t even deserve to jerk off to hotties like us on the internet and here they are going to actually be able to tell themselves later as they rub one out how they had FOUR! hot girls in their apartment for the first time ever and how we didn’t even know he could see our nips! Now follow my lead and let me do all the talking!”

The four girls shoved their wadded up underwear into the large leather shoulder bag the brunette was carrying and they walked into the first building directly across from them as they snugged up their sheer blouses by tying their shirt tails in the back and hiding the knots tucked in their elastic band of their school pleated short skirts. Except for the brunette leader who was already wearing a blouse several sizes too small for her out of which her unbuttoned cleavage spilled her amazing huge rack and who in turn unzipped the small side zipper on her skirt hem and then pulled and tugged at the waist band of her short pleated skirt until it was wedged tight half way down her firm full round butt-cheeks. It left the entire upper spheres of her perfectly round ass exposed in the back and let the top area of her hairy bush peak out over the top of the front of the skirt band. They stopped at the first apartment door on the ground floor just past the main entrance and its small lobby of tiny mail boxes and muddled nervously around as the brunette gave them all one last look over and encouraged them to smile with smiles of her own and some reassuring nods. “Now everyone give your nipples a few hard pinches so they are nice and hard and poking up in your shirts like this,” and she reached down her open top and gave her nipples several hard twists. She made sure the rest of the girls did the same as she turned and rapped hard on the door which shook and sounded as if it was made of water damaged cardboard.

There was a brief pause and then the sound of shuffling feet and the lacquer blistered faded door missing its number shuddered open after two hard pulls against its swelled weathered frame and parted to reveal a middle aged man dressed in gray greasy sweats with bright orange cheese puff stains on his fat faced mouth and short stubby fingers. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets under his short mousy brown unkempt hair as his initial surly look was overtaken by a look of shock and wonder at the four young girls before him.

“Hi! Sorry to bother you, but my sisters and I are selling raffle tickets for a 52” big screen TV in order to raise money to save the endangered Delta City beaver. Can we come in? We won’t bother you more than a second or two I promise!” The brunette smiled wide and shimmed as she giggled and stuck her finger in the side of her open mouth while behind her the other girls smiled and giggled and said, “Hi” as well.

The man blinked and muttered some throat clearing ‘ahs’ and smiled and giggled back at the girls who smiled and laughed back with him as they held their hands behind their firm buttocks and pushed their chests out at him and swayed their breasts back and forth at him while tilting their heads down and looking up at him from under their bangs with large bashful eyes.

By the time he had mumbled a ‘Sure’ the girls had already pushed into the mold smelling apartment and were standing in a small cluster in the wide open door as the pot belly man shuffled back out of their way. “Ah, excuse the mess. It’s my day off and I was just about to do some cleaning.”

The girls said nothing and pretended not to notice the piles of pans in the sink in the efficiency kitchen nor the heaps of clothes in the half crushed thin plastic laundry basket in the center of the nasty looking green shag rug multi-stained floor. A small lopsided desk had an old lap top sitting on it with an octopus of wires running out of it to various wall plug ins and on its screen could be seen a sexy freckled faced teen girl who was having her face covered in cum from a large black cock in a loop as she moaned again and again. An over flowing waste basket full of yellowed stained tissues sat on the floor next to the large plush office chair and a half empty two litter of diet Pepsi sat on the floor next to it surrounded by piles of empty energy drink cans.

The brunette looked back at the girls and raised an eyebrow as she half nodded and pursed her lips at the porn video running on the half closed lap top screen in the back ground before turning back to the man who was making some comment about ‘just about to go and do my laundry.’ The brunette ignored him and smiling broadly hummed and cooed as she spoke again, “it is a worthy cause. You see the local timber company is cutting down all the trees along the upper Delta River banks and our poor beavers are starving! The money we raise will buy much needed habitat to ensure the Delta beavers will survive for generations to cum! Won’t you please help us feed our hungry beavers? Please!”

“Well I- ah,” the middle age man was having a hard time thinking straight let alone talking as his eyes darted from the several hard pert nipples jiggling before him and the hint of bush that the brunette put her hands on her hips and thrust at him. “Ah… sure how much did you girls need?”

The brunette gave the front of the man’s greasy sweat pants an expert eye and noted the small pre-cum pecker stains and the tiny thin embarrassingly small ten inch erection that was helplessly dancing like an epileptic drunken chipmunk there and snarling said, “Twenty dollars a ticket.”

The man who had just retrieved his wallet from the kitchen table piled with empty pizza boxes and was looking into it froze and looked up at the girls with a worried face. “How much did you say?”

The brunette quickly met his gaze and smiled broadly. “Only twenty dollars for a chance to win a big screen TV and help our hungry beavers. That’s not too much is it?”

The man looked down in his wallet and shuffled the few bills in it around with his powdered cheese stained finger and thumb. “Ah… I dono…”

The brunette quickly half turned to the short raven black haired girl on her left and pointed at her feet and whispered, “shoes! Shoes! Shoes!” and gave her fingers a light snap as she quickly returned to smile and face the man who was now looking up from his wallet with a grim face.

The man began to shake his head and mumble ‘sorry’ but then his eyes fell on the short raven black haired pale girl who was tying her shoes. She had turned away from the man and was tying her shoes with her legs unbent and with her skirt flipped up over the small of her back, leaving her entire coal black tangled haired pussy exposed at him. He stuttered and his face turned purple as the pussy winked at him from the lower center of her soft full round ass that slowly shimmied this way and that in a small gentle grinding gyration of cork screwing spirals.

The long haired brunette reached into the frozen man’s wallet and removed all the cash in it, “Ah that will buy you… three tickets! That is four less than your neighbor bought but still it is so kind of you to help our starving beavers get all the wood they need!”

The man seemed to half break out of his hypnotic daze but his was unable to pull his eyes off of the short haired girls rhythmic pulsing up turned buttocks and its winking wet pink pussy. “Eh? That tightwad Bullcock’s bought four more tickets than me?!”

“Well, I don’t know about how tight Mr. Bullcock’s wads are but he did buy four more than you,” the long straight haired brunette purred as she tucked the money quickly into her leather bag and tore off three raffle tickets from the large roll inside.

“UMPH! No way is that bastard buying more than me! He doesn’t even like wildlife!” The man spun around in a huff into the small hallway with its bathroom to the right and its bed room to the left and disappeared into the open door bed room only to return a few seconds later with a wad of money in his hands. “Here!”

The brunette took the roll of money and quickly counted it. “Hmmm, that will buy you… three more tickets.” The man looked utterly depressed and crestfallen. The brunette paused and then smiled, “alright here. Two extra tickets just because you are so nice and well, handsome. But for gosh sakes don’t tell anyone I just did that or I could be in real big trouble!”

“I won’t and thanks!”

The girls all waved and they helped the short raven haired girl who was dizzy and red faced from holding her head between her knees for so long out the door and the long haired brunette all smiles and goodbyes closed it behind them. “Well girls that was an easy three hundred and thirty five dollars made in oh… about fourteen minutes. Seems these bastards not only are desperate for any kind of hottie interaction but they can’t count either! Ha! Now let’s see what is behind door number two! Now pinch those nipples girls and smile, smile!”

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The four young women leaned against the rusted old cars in the cracked and weedy parking lot as the sounds of the city jangled around them as the long straight haired brunette counted the wad of money in her leather shoulder bag. “Well that is two thousand six hundred and sixty three dollars in about…” she checked her cellphone, “four hours’ work. Not bad eh? I told this sure beats slaving at some cash register or flipping burgers for a living. Now let’s hit the mall!”

The short haired blonde kicked at a flat tire and whined, “My nipples hurt, I think I bruised them. So how much do we get each now to spend?”

The girls all started to count on their fingers and stick out their tongues and roll back their eyes as they walked out of the parking lot and down the shady tree lined street. “Ah, well you carry the nine and then you… wait you divide the remainder by a divisible of seven but only if the square root is… ah wait I can use my cell phone… now who do you call for math?”

“We need to hit a few more apartments and get an even amount that will make it so much easier to divide it up.” The brunette leader looked around them as they walked. “Trouble is that most of the guys are at work right now so we will have to wait a few days for their shifts to be off so it will be their weekend.”

“Say how about that place! That looks like some rich horny guy lives there!” The short haired blonde was pointing at a large somewhat rundown mansion sitting congested on a small lot surrounded by a ragged weed choked iron fence and gate.

“Hmm, I don’t know Jen always avoided that place,” the long straight haired brunette tapped her forefinger over her chin and frowned at the desolate looking building. “But what the hey, it is obvious there is no woman living there so maybe this might be the mark of a life time! Let’s try it girls!”

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In his basement laboratory Doctor Bangharder looked up from his experiment at the blinking warning light and the small monitor that snapped on beneath it. It showed a group of four young girls standing on the front porch of his mansion ringing his door bell. He frowned and walked to a small terminal and flipped a switch and grabbed at the periscope that descended down out of the ceiling to him. It was emblazoned with the label, “PERV-CAM” and he quickly set his face to the eye piece. Above him on the porch a small black cat rushed out of the cat door and swished around the ankles of the young girls who ignored it for the most part and chatted amongst themselves as they waited for someone to open the door.

“Hmmm, no panties or bras and half undressed… either I am being attacked by super heroines or hookers. No masks, no capes, no gaudy stiletto heeled boots or opera gloves… must be hookers then. Perfect! How fortuitous, just what I needed to finish my experiment!” The Doctor stepped away from the periscope and flipped a switch upon which the cat above collapsed into a nap on the porch swing. The man in the white smock walked back to the monitor showing the four young women from the camera hidden above them in the porch light and grabbed a long brass handle and squeezed its trigger and yanked it back toward him. The porch suddenly swung down and the four women fell with muffled screams though the trap door from which rose thick clouds of chloroform gas.

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When the four young high school girls slowly awoke they found themselves strapped naked to several identical machines fitted with enormous dildos and vibrators set upon powerful merciless looking pistons and small helmets strapped to their still reeling foggy heads.

“Ah good you are regaining consciousness so now we can begin. I want to thank you for volunteering for the final stage of my latest greatest invention. The GANG-BANG GUN!” The doctor held up a heavy torpedo shaped weapon proudly in his hands. “This little wonder shoots a powerful ray that causes any woman it hits to collapse helplessly into several minutes of continuous exponential unrelenting orgasm. And it is even more powerful in its effects upon Aphrodite gene super heroines! It renders them a helpless humping slathering mindless slave to their own cascading orgasms for almost an hour! Plenty of time to make a getaway or secure the helpless sluts for later sale or milkings! I only need to charge up its batteries, and that of course is where you cum in! ha! I need the sexual waves your minds generate upon orgasm to power this sucker up! So… without further ado!” Doctor Bangharder hit the switch and the machines began to slowly whine and press their huge appendages into the helpless strapped gaping holes of the young squirming girls. He methodically checked the heavy lines running from each machine to his gun and nodded as the machines began to hum with life and begin to rape each woman slowly at first then with increasing insatiable speeds. “Just a few hours of this and I should think such obviously horny sluts such as yourself will have powered up my device. Yes, the readings are quite satisfactory. Much better than all those cookie selling Girl Scouts I have been forced to try and use in the past! You will all do very nicely. I thank you again for your help.”

Just then the light began to blink above the monitor which snapped on again to show what was obviously a super heroine sneaking through the mansions front door. “Drat! I just used up the last of my chloroform in the porch trap on this last batch of bimbos!” He leapt over to his PERVO-CAM and flipped the switch; above him on the porch swing the cat came to life and slipped up to rub and purr around the super heroine’s ankles. “ Hmmm, I don’t recognize her? A cape and a hood pulled over her head… a blonde from the look of it… ahhh, make that a natural blonde and not one prone to shaving her snatch. Hmmm, boots and gloves but where is the rest of her costume?! No mask, just a silver circlet upon her brow. So she runs around the city in just a hooded cape no costume?! Well, I have heard reports of some new super heroine who was flashing her naked huge cans all over the place these past few weeks. This must be her! Well I should give her a proper, ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ then!”

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The exceptionally busty young woman slipped through the open door and entered the dark hallway beyond in a silent half crouch. The small black kitten mewing and purring and rubbing in figure eights around her ankles was not making her stealthy approach any easier but it resisted all attempts to gently press it away with her white slouch boots toe.

The shoulder length thick locks of blonde hair could not hide her gray eyes glinting under her deep heavy holocaust hood and her silver circlet upon her brow shimmered as she slowly scanned the dark hallway and the adjacent empty rooms around her. The heavy white cloak hung over her bent creeping frame and concealed her otherwise naked body; the sides of the cloak seaming almost always to want to come together as if magnetized to one another and the shadows it cast upon her face and body seemed almost surreally dark and obscuring. It was only when a heavy white gauntlet glove came peeping out of the heavy folds of the cape/shroud to touch the silver circlet upon her brow that one could catch a sliver of exposed erect nipple set upon her puffy areola of her impressive huge firm full round breast or a flash of golden glittering from her thick unshaven patch of pubic hair.

The young woman straitened in the long narrow hallway and her towering six three frame cast a long shadow down into the dark from the open door way at her back. There was apparently no one in the immediate area and no sign that her secretive entrance had been noticed by any other than the cat which suddenly jumped upon a small chair and went fast to sleep.

She was glad to be rid of its constant trip hazard and it’s mewing but the sudden deathly silence of the place made a fresh wave of unease rush over her still tingling naked body. The sudden loud report of the door slamming shut behind her did nothing to ease her nerves and she raised her gloved finger to her circlet to power up her night vision in the sudden dark a few more notches. Still nothing else moved and she began to continue her search through the strange silent rooms which alternated haphazardly from being stripped bare to being opulently furnished but with rags of former glory.

She crept along and paused for long moments in perplexed curiosity at the abandoned rooms and their esoteric furnishings. There had been strange rumors about this place and sudden disappearances of any young woman who had ventured near its grounds but the police had searched it from top to bottom several times even with dogs and had found nothing in its abandoned ruins. But it was that utter lack of finding anything that had made the young super heroine so curious. Where could one find any sheltering building these days not home to some vagrant or some gang of thieves? There must be something truly ominous indeed to keep the overcrowded homeless at bay!

Still the entire ground floor of the structure seemed barren of any signs of vagrant occupation; no piles of garbage sack belongings, no scattered empty bottles, no drug paraphernalia, no makeshift beddings, nothing. In fact the place seemed ready for a family to move in at any moment’s notice, well after a good stout thorough cleaning!

The young super heroine paused at the foot of the large wooden stairs next to a giant stuffed polar bear and then proceeded up to the second floor landing, cringing at each riser and treads squeak. There were several sets of armor standing on raised dials along the hallway but the large empty spaces aside them no longer held any paintings or frames? The house seemed oddly half stripped of its former belongings and that done by an almost random manor lacking any uniform rational or pattern.

The hooded blonde made her way to the door closing off the upper landing from the next hallway and its set of rooms in the adjoining wing as behind her the armor stepped off its raised platform and made its way stiffly but quickly behind her. She sensed the danger and spun just in time to be grabbed by the metal man. Her arms pinned at her side she kicked and squirmed only to be knocked senseless by another robot of medieval armor from behind her wielding a nasty looking mace.

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When the blonde super heroine awoke she found herself strapped by her wrists and ankles to chains set in a stone wall with a small rotund man in glasses and a white lab coat eyeing her exposed body. “My I have seen several super heroine sets of knockers in my time but you indeed young lady possesses the largest fullest roundest tits I have ever had the pleasure to admire and on such a skinny frame too! One would jokingly guess your training bra must have been a G-cup, my dear! Ha! Well, now if you will excuse me I have other guests who are helping me with a little project of mine and I shouldn’t keep them alone for long.” The man made to turn away and the young blonde tried to speak only to find a ball gag firmly nestled in her mouth. The man turned back around at the sounds of her grunting and smiled, “ah where are my manners, yes? I am Doctor Bangharder and you are my guest, er, for the moment. I have taken the liberty of removing your few possessions and locking them up for safe keeping. I will return shortly and deal with you but for now I am a trifle busy, yes? Good day madam.”

The man exited the small stone room and the thick iron bound wooden door slammed shut behind him casting her in darkness. The blonde super heroine yanked at her bonds but they did not budge. There was some kind of brazier in the room directly before her and from it a low brass sides caustic smoke churned out and fell thickly down its curved belly to seep toward her and pool at her bound ankles.

“That strange incense must be designed to sap my strength,” the young woman thought to herself. “I will never be able to break my bounds this way. There is only one chance!” And struggling to concentrate though her blurring vision the super heroine snapped her fingers; in an instant she transformed from a naked six foot three one hundred and forty seven pound blonde with tits almost twice the size of her head; into a four foot seven one hundred and two pound shaggy short haired brunette with glasses and braces on her teeth. The young brunette girl struggled and slipped her wrists and ankles out of the now too large shackles and yanking the ball gag out of her sore mouth and coughing into her small fists kicked over the brazier and stomped on its smoldering coals with her thick soled army boots as she covered her nose and mouth with both her small hands. She raced to the door in her leather jacket and red t-shirt that did little to suppress her ample D-cup bra-less bouncing firm young breasts and surveyed the heavy door and its old fashioned lock. She reached into her thigh pouch of her green army pants and pulled out her lock pick set and made short work of the lock.

The stone hallway beyond was empty but lit by a few naked bulbs running along the ceiling. The young teenage girl replaced her lock pick set and adjusted her large glasses on her small nose as she peered down either side of the corridor. With nothing for it she chose one direction and set along the poorly lit stone hallway until she reached an ‘L’ shaped juncture around whose corner she peered and saw that a short hallway lead directly into a large open stone room filled with many strange machines and gadgets and the short white smocked man as well as several young women strapped to rapidly pulsing machines?!

The young brunette leaned back away from the corner and clearing her throat concentrated and snapped her fingers again. In a flash she was transformed once again back into her six foot three tall blonde super heroine self, resplendent in her cloak and gloves and boots and silver circlet. “Now,” she thought to herself, “to figure out what five random powers this transformation has gave me?!” She leapt up into the air and fell flat upon her huge tits with a grunt. She got up rubbing her stinging naked chest, “well no flight this time that bites.” She turned and raced down the hallway in a blur. “Whoa! Okay got super speed so that is cool! Let’s try that!”

Doctor Bangharder’s armor mechanical men were no match for super speed and a rabbit punch that could dent a 1970’s Buick’s fender. In just seconds she had zipped around the room smashing the robots to pieces and released the poor girls from their raping machines. True Doctor Bangharder did manage to escape clutching his still not quiet charged weapon to his chest; disappearing down a secret passage way that collapsed into a twenty foot long mass of impregnable stone rubble behind him, but the blonde super heroine had won the day and that was all that really mattered!

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Outside of the mansion the blonde super heroine stood proudly in front of the news reporter as the police loaded the still wobbly bow legged girls into awaiting ambulances. The blonde super heroine was smiling broadly and counting off her randomly generated super powers on her fingered glove. “…and I can breathe under water… and I can run faster than the speed of sound… and I can defy gravity… and I can-“

The note jotting reporter perked up and interrupted the blonde super heroine, “you can fly?!”

The blonde grinned wide and put her hands on her hips causing her huge naked tits to pop out from under her heavy white cloak, “er, no I said I defy gravity!” and she smirked and giggled as the reporter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and his tooth pick fell out of the corner of his mouth as he gapped at her impossibly huge firm quivering tits! She blushed at his appreciating stare but then saw the girls being loaded into the ambulances and shouted over at them, “don’t worry girls I will make sure your fund raising money gets to the Delta City Save the Beaver Charity! Bye!” And the girls groaned and then sneered and climbed up into the waiting ambulances with blankets clutched to their naked shivering bodies as the blonde super heroine waved excitedly at them and in the process accidently knocked the reporter out cold with an inadvertent tit slap to his shocked un-expecting face!

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