SUMMER SHORT SHORTS!

…to the grind stone.

Brenda Wade removed the large plastic protective goggles from her beautiful oval face and tossed them onto the lab table before her, as she readjusted her large thin lens eye glasses on her small graceful nose with one long fingered surgical gloved hand, and brushed back a stray lock of her long soft ebony hair with the other thin wrist deft gloved hand Her large brilliant sapphire blue eyes flashed under a sudden frown and her latex gloved hands disappeared into the large scoop side pockets of her pristine white lab coat as she leaned back and puzzled at the object of her laborious attempts.

The hands reappeared and one pushed up the large red rimmed eye glasses as they now, free from the restrictions of their once imprisoning safety goggles began their usual mandate of sliding down Brenda’s nose as was their irritating want to do. So ingrained was Brenda’s endeavors to hide her identity of her other self as Ms. Americana, that she wore the glasses, a prominent part of her Brenda Wade disguise, even when she was alone in her Wade mansion lab. Brenda had her costume just as Ms. Americana had her own and Brenda/Ms. Americana wore them both in exacting detail, down to the hair the voice the little mannerisms of movement and inflections of tone and demeanor. As such she contributed much of her on going success in keeping her identity and freedom of actions in both her lives, to making the details rigorous habits onto them selves.

But after four more readjustments the frowning Brenda Wade let the hand that was half curled around her firm square jaw with its graceful fingers tapping at her pursed thick full red lips join its mate and remove the unneeded appendage of her disguise and thrust the eye glasses into the lab coats outer taunt breast pocket. Her frustrated mood would brook no further off hand agitations. In growing anxiousness she removed the white latex gloves their snapping removal popping little baby powder clouds in the air, and tossed them onto the congested table of equipment in the general direction of the safety goggles.

Brenda would have removed the tightly buttoned lab coat as well in her frustrated pondering funk but as was Brenda’s habit she was wearing only her bra and panties underneath the garment a habit Brenda maintained from her junior high school days and followed both in her lab at home and in the extensive labs at Wade Technical Industries of downtown Delta City. It was a habit that had raised more than just eyebrows over the years but as had many of Ms. Wades little quirks had garnered a quiet little regime of associations to her that had in the collective consciousness of the general public had helped define and thus maintain her character. A character no matter how fictional that in turn was as easy as second nature for her to doff or put on, to slide into and out of, that no matter what the extraordinary circumstance of the pressing moment she could be seen in the instant as fully recognizable Brenda Wade or the equally cliché ridden Ms. Americana. It had saved both her identity and her life as well as the lives of those around her more oft than naught and despite the surface apparent restrictions a passing specter might note and personality repressions of sacrifice of who is the REAL Brenda Wade, she in fact found the two identities a more fulfilling life and a wider spectrum of persona than the lone one she might have so easily muddled through had she not embraced the calling of her Aphrodite genes to right the wrongs of a world desperate for justice! Brenda felt no sense of a third party trapped between two titans of personality. For Brenda everyday was exciting and full and every night adrenaline packed and fevering paced!

But that didn’t stop the champion of justice from having her frustrated moments such as this one. For two months she had wrestled with the dilemma before her and all it had been was a dance of spinning dead ends. But once again she had reached that tale tell moment, that flying test bed of deep breath here it goes. Brenda pushed back her long lab coat sleeves up her slender strong arms and picked up the shinny gold belt. There was so much at stake. She turned the sinuous almost mysteriously liquid like metal snake of glinting splendor over and over in her hands. So much at stake!

Brenda eyes unseeing of her surroundings turned her back upon the cluttered work bench and walked over as if in a dream to one of the many large burbling electric humming machines rising like stalagmites from the gray slab floor in her Wade Manor lab. With an almost grim determination Brenda began attaching the wires that would monitor the device during its operation from the humming machine to the shimmering belt. When all was ready she pulled up the long hem of her tightly buttoned lab coat revealing her black delicately laced sheer panties and the thick wild patch of luxurious inky coal black pubic triangle tangle of hair that pressed up in a soft midnight hue mound. With one deep shuddering breath of unknowable expectations Brenda clipped the small belt around her muscular silky thigh and attached the power cord to the belt. For safety reasons the belt did not have its power batteries installed and instead the power source would be external and on a timer of thirteen seconds before it would instantly shut off and power down. Brenda looked at the power switch with some growing trepidation and still eyeing it out of the corner of her large narrowing eyes began to attach the wire electrodes from the same machine which would monitor her own data to match with the belts collected readings. She placed the slightly itchy and sticky pads with their dangling dreadlocks of stippled color coded wires to her temples and slide a few as best as her bulging G-cup firm cleavage would allow over her hart and with a raspy grunt a few more directly over her small G-string low cut panties. Her nervous sweating lower stomach instinctively drew back as she methodically pressed the pads into the black forest of her pubic hair. With everything now in place she hesitated and glanced over everything again and again until with a mental growl she admonished herself to get on with it girl. Brenda through the power switch and stepped back from the machine as far as the springing wires would let her without uncoiling them all the way and waited for the timer to count up to sending the power surge into the waiting belt. 4.5.6.7.…. At ten. It will happen at ten. And then it will start a count of thirteen. From thirteen down to one and then power off. 10! Wait! What happened to nine?!

Brenda didn’t hear thirteen or twelve or eleven or any of the count down numbers, as soon as the machine unleashed the power impulse to the belt her body was gripped by the most savage intense orgasms she had ever felt and in her long career as an Aphrodite gene super heroine that was saying quiet a lot!

It was in fact several minutes after the automatic shutdown that Brenda’s wheeling orgasm drenched brain began to swim in the rough waters of reality again. And like a swimmer gasping for air her brain coughed up bits and pieces of that world to her in chunks irrelevant of reason. She saw the flashing reset button on the machine before her asking if she wanted to do it again and her hand hovering over it powerless to press it as it had tangled its self in the wires half knotted around her heaving sweating body. Her limbs had lost all strength but her great Aphrodite stamina had kept her from collapsing entirely onto the floor. She instead found her self half bent over her shuddering knees slapped together as her semi splayed feet fought for purchase as her black high heel shoes slid slightly in the large puddle of thick pussy cumm that continued to drip from spackled thighs and rented panties. She had lost most of the buttons on her lab coat and her heaving breasts shook in the semi burst bra as long strands of saliva dangled from her gapping lax mouth into her molten lava cleavage. Her heavy half lidded eyes shimmered and twitched rapidly in their sockets as her dilated pupils struggled to take in more and more of the slowly slowing merry go round world kaleidoscopeing around her. A large half hysterical moan was followed by the first words she had spoken out loud in over eleven hours of her continuous work in the lab that day, “FUCK!!!N!!!!FUUUUUCKMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” the horse shout finally gave way to animalistic groans and grunts.

Brenda saw her tangled right hand still meekly struggling for the reset button which would restart the ten second count down to another thirteen second power burst. Before she could get her breathing under control she heard the countdown begin! Somehow she had pressed the button! It took every ounce of a will born out of decades of wearing a power belt that increased her sexual lusts, magnified her womanly needs, and which she had to usurp said power by deigning herself those orgasms to become the mighty Ms. Americana! With every fiber of her being she focused her bleary sex drenched and still climax starving mind and managed to yank the belts power cord coupling out of the machine at the powering up count of eight!

The effort and the cords snapping loose sent her slipping backwards on her pussy juice floor oil slick and smacking hard upon her still orgasm quivering sex needing ass! A few more minutes of moaning and laughing at herself and Brenda Wade one of the most powerful and influential women in all of North America and thus the world, struggled onto her knees and then up slowly to her still baby colt wobbling legs. She lurched to the machine and a nearby table and began to untangle her self from the wires and remove the belt from her thigh. There was no point in analyzing the data, at least for now, the test bed belt had been yet another failure! Brenda held the now dormant belt gingerly between her fingers and heaving a sigh walked it back over to yet another machine. This one held a large round sphere in its center and Brenda lifted the handle on the side of the sphere raising up a half circular lid and placed the belt inside. She then closed the lid but her still trembling orgasm numb hand hesitated over the disintegration button. Without first studying the new data from this latest test belt it wouldn’t be prudent to destroy it out right. She turned away from the machine and walked still some what unsteady away from the hart of the lab and over to one of the far walls. Here she slipped her hand over a large marble bust of an American eagle and touching the secret button stepped through the hidden panel suddenly revealed.

As the secret door slid silently behind Brenda Wade a quick and agile Lydia Welles, the protégée and ward of Brenda Wade and the side kick known as Flag Girl to the buxom brawler Ms. Americana, slipped stealthily into the room via one of the heating ducts and dodging the sweeping view of the hidden security cameras with flips and rolls of her young nubile body, snatched the belt from the disintegration machine and then re-closed it and pressed the disintegration button. The machine hummed and with a quick glance over at the sealed secret panel which Brenda had just disappeared behind, the young towhead blonde giggled and snuck back out of the lab sealing up the vent expertly behind her.

Brenda began to walk about the new chamber she had entered it was one of many secret entrances to her Vault of Glory. All about her were memorabilia from her career as Ms. Americana as well as backup computer archives and quick exit passages to her adjoining twin domes high above her (the underground Domes of Justice and Liberty with the long Hall of Freedom which connected the two domes and lead down to the Vault of Glory.) It was up in the large Domes buried deep under the foundations of Wade Manor where she kept her various vehicles and main computers and work out rooms. But it was in the Vault of Glory where she kept her power belts and old costumes. They stood in rows of well lit glowing cylinders hovering shimmering on Wadebots, little microscopic polarized nanotech machines of her creation, which held the suits and belts hovering in their viewing pods. Brenda glanced at the long row of her past belts and their ever changing costumes, these were the past, the years of a work in process on the fly. Just behind them and in more easy access from the main ramp of the Justice Domes garage and exits were the long row of her new Ultimate Belts. Those were the belts and suits she now currently wore, but Brenda stopped short of the pods of belts and turned instead to a large machine centered in the southern corner of the irregular shaped half natural half woman made caverns of her Vault of Glory!

Brenda shook her head. Where had she gone wrong with Lydia’s belt? every since Lydia had been shot with wax bullets during Ms. Americana’s latest tussle with the Nightmare Witch, Brenda had obsessed with giving Lydia’s power belt the same kinetic force field that Ms. Americana’s belt possessed to keep Brenda/Ms. Americana from ever having to see her beloved ward/side kick lying prone and apparently dead upon the floor like that ever again! But it was proving impossible! Lydia lacked a fully awakened Aphrodite gene structure. While Brenda could make several successful power belts based off her own fully active gene structure Lydia’s situation was another matter entirely. Her only successful belt had granted Lydia with increased agility and heightened her natural Aphrodite healing powers and accented her strength to that of about five robust men. But any other alteration to the belt had proved daunting. The problem was simple enough. Trying to add or increase any aspect of this most basic power belt had increased and magnified the belts kinetic sexual wave manipulator to exponential degrees. In short, to try and jump the gap of Lydia’s dormant Aphrodite gene structure required the belts basic lust inducing parameters to become so intense that it became impossible to wear the belt without the subject being overwhelmed with stimulus that made constant wave after wave of orgasm rendering the subject unable to function, let alone fight. And since the belts entire power base of magnifying the users Aphrodite gene structure was based on arousal without the release of orgasm it simply over loaded the user with stimuli too powerful to resist the helpless toppling over into orgasm and the then subsequent whittling its self down into a helpless weakened state by the subsequent orgasms washing away all the needed lust that the belt used in turn as its power base! The belt amped up the natural Aphrodite gene in Brenda’s body by magnifying her lusts and thus the Aphrodite genes power but for it to work on Lydia the belt required such an increase in the base stimulus that just switching it on triggered an almost instant orgasmic tidal wave that wiped the wearer of any lust and left the subject robbed of their gene powers as well as staggering around dazed and weak! It was frustrating for Brenda who was use to overcoming any problem no matter how difficult with her stubborn nature to find herself up against a problem that took every solution she came up with and made that solution trigger the very problem she was trying to solve!

Somehow Brenda needed to figure out away to create a belt for Lydia which would let Lydia have those more protective elements and increased power for fighting crime, but not come at a cost of such overwhelming increased constant states of sexual arousal! But Brenda had tried everything! And Lydia who Brenda had forbid to go out on patrol with her until she had created her this new belt was becoming understandably increasingly restless in her stay at home supportive intelligence role talking to Ms. Americana over Ms. A’s star shaped earring receivers and Ms. Americana in turn talking into her star broach choker to Lydia strapped to computer monitor data base in the Justice Dome while Ms. Americana patrols the streets of Delta City! Brenda would have to come up with a solution fast or there might be trouble with the rebellious tempered youth! After all, Brenda knew what it was like with the Aphrodite gene screaming and pushing one to do justice for all male oppressed women even in its semi dormant state! But what could she do?!

Brenda walked up onto the raised dial of the Memotron. It was one of her most prided constructions. The Memotron took the memory impulses of anyone present upon the machines platform and turned them using Wadebots into a three dimensional holographic interactive projection. It was perhaps more entertaining than informative, but Brenda had several large data bases of facts on her computer towers humming away day and night and sometimes the memories of an event proved more insightful and inspiring to a solution than a cold list of reality facts.

Besides the memotron used the Wadebots which were keyed upon the unique cell structure of the Aphrodite gene, a gene which manifested its self in its greatest concentration in the breast tissue of an Aphrodite woman. Any use of a wadebot or more appropriately the invisible swarm of millions of the microscopic robots near an Aphrodite gene woman caused an intense aphrodisiac tingling in the breasts of the woman. As such Lydia called the memotron the mammary-tron! The tingling was a great way for the now orgasm arousal stripped Brenda to begin the process of rebuilding up her store house of lusts again for her own belts power in case she should be called upon to save the city as the dauntless Ms. Americana!

The memotron hummed to life as soon as Brenda’s high heeled shoes clicked to a stop upon the center of the slightly raised disk. She sucked in a light raspy gasp despite herself as the shaft of invisible wade bots began to shimmer and pulse around her and her breasts began to tingle a moist arousal in her needy loins! She shook her long hair free from the tight bun she had worn in her lab pulling out the bobby pins and tossing them at a near by storage table. Already the memotron was processing her focused thoughts into a physical representational motif. A movie of her memories. Before her the air shimmered and large glowing letters formed, “Ms. Americana: The Movie” ! Brenda smiled and rubbed her breasts the nipples hardening under her silky ruined lab coat, and then reached for the popcorn and soda which had appeared hovering to her right. As the wade bots dimmed the aura of light about her masking the Vault of Glory’s golden hues a voice appeared out of the thin air and began a rambling rant that caused the buxom brainy brunette to frown and roll her eyes but she chewed her popcorn and waited for it to pass and her movie to start!

MS. AMERICANA : THE MOVIE

<this film is dedicated to Mr. X, thanks for the magic of

creation! And to Lynda Carter, for showing us all that one

can take the impossible beauty of comics from the page to the

screen and get it right!!!!>

THE CAST:

BRENDA WADE/MS. AMERICANA... EWA SONNET

ALISON BRITE/FLAG GIRL... ALISON ANGEL

WILLIAM WADE... ERIC ROBERTS

GENERAL NATHAN WADE... TOM SELECK

PROFESSOR WHIRTER... JOHN MALKOVICH

THE MAYOR OF DELTA CITY/MERNIE BADOFF...

COMMISSIONER OF DELTA CITY POLICE/SHEA HOPPENS...

TOM BURKE/NEWSCASTER... MARK HAMILTON

THE POPE... NEIL PATRICK HARRIS

PROFESSOR WHIRTER'S ASSISTANT/ NURSE TINA... GABRIELLE

SHEIK YOURACKAS... MERILYN SAKOVA

SHEIK YOURACKAS ASSISTANT/MS. SAHARA WELLES... JANA DEFI

OASIS THE EGYPTIAN CAT-BIRD GIRL... ALEXA LOREN

DRAGON QUEEN... HITOMI TANAKA

DRAGON QUEEN NINJA THUGS... KATIE FEY & FELICITY FEY

CHANDRA HILL/CHILL... DAWSON MILLER

CAPTAIN CHLOROFORM!... CRISPEN GLOVER

NEWSPAPER REPORTER PUSSY DOWNS... ASHLEY JUGGS

WOMAN IN CROWD WITH FEMINIST POSTER BOARD... MAGGIE GREEN

CIA AGENT ONE... SHAY LAREN

CIA AGENT TWO... SHANTI

MISS ATOMIKA/TRINITY... CHLOE VERIA

LIBRARIAN/MISS PEAKS;;; AUTUMN JADE

TANYA O'DONNEL TV REPORTER/GOT GAL... INES CUDA

DOCTOR IVANA COX... NICCOLE PETERS

THE FIENDISH PROFESSOR FENGSHUI... NATHAN LANE

INCIDENTAL, EXTRAS, AND BACKGROUND ACTRESSES... (DELTA CITY

IS FULL OF BUSTY YOUNG BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WHO OUT NUMBER THE

MALE POPULATION BY ALMOST TWO HUNDRED TO ONE, DUE TO THE

HIDDEN DEVICE OF THE FIENDISH FENGSHUI.. AND YET ALL

POSITIONS OF POWER IN THE CITY AT THE TIME OF THIS STORY,

1969, ARE HELD BY MALES, ALL GOVERNMENT POSTS, JUDGES.

LAWYERS, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS, ALL UPPER MANAGEMENT,

EVERYTHING. GLASS CEILINGS ABOUND IN EVERY WALK OF LIFE,

GIVING A LARGE ANGRY UNDERCURRENT TO THE INCREASING FEMINIST

MAJORITY OF THE CITIES FEMALE POPULATION THAT EVERYDAY IS

EDGING CLOSER TO AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD VOTING MAJORITY THAT

THREATENS THE RULING MALE ELITE! THIS SAID ONE OF THE RESULTS

OF THE ABUNDANT NUMBER OF YOUNG VIBRANT ALIVE LUSTFUL WOMEN

IN DELTA CITY IS THAT CLOTHING IS MUCH MORE REVEALING, SKIRTS

SHORTER, SHIRTS TIGHTER AND MORE SHEER, UNDERWEAR SELDOM

WORN, THAN THE REST OF THE NATION AT THIS TIME. AS SUCH EVERY

CAMERA SHOT SHOULD CONTAIN A BACKGROUND OF SCANTILY CLAD

YOUNG WOMEN, JIGGLING AND WIGGLING IN HIGH ANGLE CLEAVAGE AND

LOW ANGLE UP SKIRT SHOTS. THE WOMEN ARE ALWAYS LAUGHING AND

SMILING AND CHATTING TO ONE ANOTHER AS THEY FILL THE SCREEN

WITH CONSTANT NIPPLE AND PANTY AND PUBIC HAIR FLASHES IN

THEIR JUBILANT ACTIVE YOUTHFUL ENERGETIC LIVES. INTO THIS

WORLD OF OLD CRUMBLING MALE REPRESSION AND YOUNG DEFIANT

FEMALE REBELLION, MS. AMERICANA IS BORN!)

MIKA BODANA

PETRA MIS

KATERINA KOZY

SCARLETT KALEIAN

KIMMY SLOCUM

KAINA HART

MANDI COLLINS

SEPTEMBER CARRINO

LINDSEY STRUTT

MARITZA MENDEZ

LORNA MORGAN

GIANNA MICHAELS

IRISHKA

PAOLA RIOS

POLINA

HOLLY WEBSTER

DENISE MILANI

HARUMI NEMOTO

DEMI SCOTT

BUSTY ALLI

MS. AMERICANA : THE MOVIE

EXT. SCENE OPENS IN SEPIA WASH - 1940'S SUBURBAN SMALL TOWN

BACK YARD - AFTERNOON

A young girl in a summer play dress is in the backyard of a

small ranch style mid-western house. She is playing alone in

the small chain link fenced in yard with a doll near a sand

box and swing set. She is startled by an atomic bomb going

off behind her in the distant background. She turns away from

the camera and we watch the mushroom cloud grow in the

distance behind her, that slowly swallows her in a flash of

white light.

The flash of light that fades away is replaced by a slow fade

in and out of a series of newspaper front pages of The Delta

City Chronicle that start out old and yellowed and grow into

a fresher white as they progress, that intermingle with the

film credits and which tell of GENERAL NATHAN WADE being

placed at the head of the Los Alamos national laboratory/

military base. Of atomic bomb created at said base via

Manhattan Engineer District MED project. Of dropping atomic

bomb on Japan. Of war over. Of General Wade retiring to join

his younger brother WILLIAM WADE in joint running of Wade

Industries. Of the former General adopting a young girl,

named Brenda, a war orphan. Of the surprise announcement of

the former General in stating he was going to close down the

lucrative weapons division of Wade Industries. Of the sudden

brutal murder of former General Nathan Wade, shot down by

terrorists, witnessed by his newly adopted seven year old

daughter Brenda. Of William Wade morning his brothers brutal

murder and announcing that Wade Industries would pursue an

even greater role in developing weapons for the military so

as to stop just such evil in the world of today. Of Brenda

Wade staggering out of night clubs and limos partying

constantly underage in scandalous photo after photo and

gossip columns and drunk car crashes and up skirt and nipple

slips paparazzi photos.

Of social 'it' party girl, Brenda Wade, having the party of

the decade happy 18th birthday and announcing her plans on

taking over Wade Industries from her Uncle William Wade, as

well as announcing her strong support of the feminist cause

and hopes of turning the name of Wade away from its nefarious

weapons manufacturing past into a more social supporter of

women's needs and wants of products and economic liberation

world wide. Several now color newspaper front page photos

spinning in increasing rapid speed of replacing one another,

of BRENDA WADE smiling at podiums and giving speeches in

front of large crowds of cheering women. Of her on going

courtroom drama of trying to gain control of Wade Industries

from her uncle William Wade. Of several near death

'accidents' that Brenda swears will only strengthen her

resolve in the feminist cause. And finally of the court

granting Brenda Wade joint co-ownership along with her uncle

William Wade of Wade Industries. The newspaper front page

fades away leaving the color large photo of Brenda Wade and

William Wade standing at a podium on the front granite steps

of Wade Industries surrounded by company members (all male)

behind and a large crowd of women in front. Which fills the

screen with a super imposed white lettering, "PRESENT DAY -

1969", and unfreezes into action of the opening scene of the

movie its self.

EXT. WADE INDUSTRIES FRONT STEPS - DAY

A smiling William Wade waves from behind the microphone at

the press and crowd.

WILLIAM WADE

This is indeed a glorious day! I am

so happy that all this red tape

ugliness of legal mumble jumble and

some of the boards, let us say

unwillingness', is finally behind

us! I can't begin to tell you how

proud I am to see my brothers

daughter standing here next to me

this day, starting on what I know

shall be a glorious path of a

brilliant career that I am certain

will belie those few mumblers who

saw only the wildness of her

earlier days and not the shine of

her recent maturity. I am proud of

this chance to show her the ropes

and welcome her back into the fold

of the Wade Industry family.

NEWSPAPER REPORTER PUSSY DOWNS

(WEARING A LONG SLEEVED SHEER BLOUSE

UNBUTTONED TO THE NAVEL, BRALESS, AND

A SHORT LEATHER SKIRT)

Mr. Wade, Pussy Downs from the

Delta City Chronicle, sir, do you

see a 'threat' from all the young

women of late who are demanding an

active part in the leadership of

this city as well as other cities

around the country?

WILLIAM WADE

That's absurd, Miss Downs. I

utterly welcome and respect my

niece, and look forward to the

fresh young perspectives her new

blood will bring. Please remember,

that she is not some stranger off

the street, I have had the honor if

not always the success of trying to

raise my murdered brothers daughter

as best I could, given the

circumstances, and I will be the

first to admit, that perhaps I was

not truly suited for such a

difficult unexpected task. But I

have full confidence in Brenda's

(he glances back at his smiling

jubilant buxom niece in her tight

sheer sweater and miniskirt and

eyes her up and down, before

returning to the reporters and

crowd) eckhem, talents and

attributes. But perhaps I have

misunderstood your question?

NEWSPAPER REPORTER PUSSY DOWNS

I was referring to the last several

months of legal court battles in

which you as the head of Wade

Industries tried so hard to keep

Brenda from attaining her legal

right as heir of General Nathan

Wade to assume her fathers role as

co-owner of Wade Industries upon

attaining her majority on her

eighteenth birthday?

WILLIAM WADE

(raising his voice above the

cheering and some jeering of the

large young female crowd) I can

assure you that, that had nothing

to do with me, but was entirely the

combination of legal issues

concerning my brothers

unfortunately incomplete will and

some qualms of the board of

directors who, though I may be the

chairman, I am not a dictator and

thus I have to work within the

parameters of their concerns as

well as the law and other legally

binding contracts. I say again, I

welcome my niece whole heartedly,

and have endeavoured long and hard

to reassure the board that her

youthful rebellious years of all

night clubbing and scandalous

behavior are all behind her now.

TV REPORTER TANYA O'DONNEL(WEARING A

SHORT STRAINING TO THE BURSTING POINT

MIDRIFF BEARING HALTER TOP AND AN EVEN

SHORTER MINISKIRT)

If I may, television reporter Tanya

O'Donnel for Channel One Action

News, I think what everyone wants

to know is that considering Delta

City's unique situation due to the

mad man super villain FENGSHUI,

that the increasing disparity of so

many women living in a city of so

few men, men who somehow continue

to hold ALL the positions of power

in our fair metropolis, that many

of our viewers can't help but see

Ms. Wades current success at

gaining control of one of the

nations most powerful company's as

something of a challenge to the old

world order.

WILLIAM WADE

(raising his hand and nodding at

the reporter and cheering crowd) I

can fully understand this

misconception, given the youthful

exuberance of the day. But,but,

please, please. Thank you.

The fiendish Fengshui in the early

1920's performed numerous

villainous acts upon all of

humanity, but perhaps the most

heinous was his attack upon Delta

City, which as you all well know

resulted in the terrible on going

calamity that has rendered our city

with women out numbering males

almost two hundred to one. Every

woman in Delta City whither born

here or emigrated to our fine city

gives birth only to female

offspring. No one knows why? And

all males who remain here are

rendered impotent, unable to

reproduce. We all know it was some

kind of monestrous device of

Fengshui's creation, but no effort

has been able to locate the sick

twisted mad man's idea of a joke

and destroy it. And perhaps we

never will. But I can assure you

there is no 'cabaal' or secret

oppressive society, trying to 'put

women down' or keep them barefoot

and pregnant in the kitchen. Rather

than see Brenda's new appointment

as some kind of radical change in

the powers that be, I choose to see

it instead as a changing of the old

guard, of tradition being

maintained, from Wade to Wade. And

it is 'co-chairman' honey, not

'owner' that the courts bestowed

upon her. (He made a gun-hand

gesture at the statuesque reporter

and fired a tongue clicking wink at

her.)

WOMAN IN THE CROWD WITH FEMINIST

POSTER BOARD SIGN (DRESSED IN SEE

THROUGH TIGHT T SHIRT AND VELVET CAMEL

TOEING HOT PANTS)

Let's hear Brenda speak! (a loud

chorus of 'yeah!' Sending William

backing away from the podium and

ushering his 18 year old niece with

smiles and waves before taking an

arms crossed behind his back stand

behind her.)

BRENDA WADE (DRESSED IN A SWEATER SO

TIGHT THAT IT IS READILY APPARENT THAT

SHE IS NOT WEARING A BRA AND A

MINISKIRT THE DOESN’T QUIET REACH

BELLOW THE FULL SPHERICAL CURVE OF HER

FIRM BUTTOCKS)

Thank you (acknowledging The

cheers with boisterous waves and

with joyful teary eyes continues) I

promise you my oppressed sisters

that this dawns a new day of hope

and prosperity for all our sex!

TV REPORTER

Will you keep your word on shutting

down Wade Industries weapons

division Ms. Wade?

BRENDA WADE

I most certainly will! I plan on

turning the Wade name from its

decades of dealing with death into

one full of the buoyant promise of

life! (Brenda begins bouncing up

and down smiling at the cheering

women, her enormous tits leaping

about under her tight straining

sweater.)

NEWSPAPER REPORTER PUSSY DOWNS

And how do you plan on using the

powerful Wade corporation to

achieve such an ends?

BRENDA WADE

Oh, by doing lots of cool and neat

o stuff. (more cheers and Brenda

begins bowing to the boisterous

crowd from each side of the podium

showing her on going aversion to

wearing panties to the semi-circle

crowd each in turn.)

WILLIAM WADE

(rushing forward and catching the

flashing airhead by the shoulders

and pulling her back behind the

podium and leaning into the

microphone,) Of course Wade

Industries acknowledges its on

going commitment to its governments

military law binding contracts and

while it appreciates our new co

chairman of the boards youthful

energy and ambition and idealism it

will be sometime before our legal

department can wrangle out any kind

of details on such new projects or

old on going ones that Brenda may

wish to engage in or eliminate.

Until then we will sit down with

our new fresh faced co-chair and

discus some of the rather sticky

realities of life in the world of

big business, but I can assure you

that her spirit and drive and

intentions will all be honored and

implemented to the best of Wade

Industries abilities and interests.

For now, we say good-bye!

Both William and Brenda wave to the cheering throng. The

image freezing back into the front page full color photo of

the Delta City Chronicle. Which in turn is a newspaper in

William Wade's hand with the caption; "BRENDA WADE ASSUMES

NEW MANTLE - PROMISES A NEW WORLD ORDER" William tosses the

paper down revealing CIA AGENT ONE sitting at his Wade

Industries desk in his pent house office chair.

WILLIAM WADE

So what would you have me do? Kill

her like you CIA goons did to my

brother, Nathan on the front steps

in broad daylight?! (He snickers

and fixes himself a drink.)

CIA AGENT ONE

We are merely concerned about how

she may effect our current

arrangement. Remember that the

government contracts for military

arms is partly a cover for your...

let us say on going research and

development for us.

CIA AGENT TWO

Naturally we would be concerned

about such a young idealist

spouting such threats to our

'arrangement'. It would be

ludicrous for us to think

otherwise.

WILLIAM WADE

Again, what do you expect me to do

about it?

CIA AGENT ONE

We simply wish some reassurance

that everything is under control on

your end of things.

CIA AGENT TWO

Is that really too much to ask?

WILLIAM WADE

Not at all. Look, Brenda is an air

head. She's a party girl who spends

half her time spinning on her toes

in front of a mirror in some VIP

club and the other half, spinning

on her back with her legs straddled

around some last minute hook-up

stud under another mirror in her

bedroom. She doesn't give a damn

about Wade Industries and hasn't a

clue what feminism even is, all she

wants is the next buzz, the next

kick, the next fad, and to be at

the center of attention while doing

it. That's Brenda. She's less a

threat to us than half of the

exploding 'failures' that the

research lab produces under your

direction each day, which do more

to threaten stirring up any

unwanted public interest or outcry

in your on going projects here at

Wade Industries than my air headed

little niece ever will. Do you

realize how difficult it is to

'clean-up' one of your messes down

stairs? The firemen, the police,

the city council I have to maintain

on the pay roll? Geesh!

Between you worrying about both the

general public and your bosses in

Washington finding out about your

little R&D going on here and the

board up stairs ranting about a

city of young air headed sluts

turning eighteen and voting half

the city officials out onto its ass

any day now... huh, look sweet

hart, you needn't worry about your

little ole secrets. Secrets are

what Wade has been doing under 'my'

leadership since before either of

you were even born. (Both CIA

agents look at each other and raise

an eyebrow.) Look I will have a

talk with Brenda and make sure she

doesn't park her posterior in front

of any microphones any time soon.

Okay? Now get 'your' ass out of my

god damn chair!

INT. HALLWAYS OF WADE INDUSTRIES - DAY

18 year old Brenda Wade and her best friend, sixteen year old

Alison Brite, are walking through a series of hallways using

Brenda's name badge swipe card to pass through high security

locked doors and pass by security guard check points as they

talk to one another.

ALISON BRITE

Wow, you really have that ditzy

broad act down pat! That was some

show you put on for the press

today!

BRENDA WADE

The more everyone thinks I am a

party girl air head, the better for

my plans.

ALISON BRITE

I can't believe this is all yours

now.

BRENDA WADE

There's only a handful of people I

can trust at Wade Industries, and

this is one of them.

Brenda swipes her card and they enter into the small lab of

Dr. Ivana Cox.

INT. IVANA COX LABORITORY - DAY

BRENDA WADE

Dr. Ivana Cox, this is my best

friend Alison Brite, we can trust

her with everything. How is our

little project going?

IVANA COX

It is good to see you Brenda, Ms.

Brite. Yes, I think you will be

pleased with the results. Just a

second.

Ivana punches in some numbers on a panel and up out of the

floor a cylinder rises and opens. Inside is the Ms. Americana

power belt. Ivana removes it from its clasp and gingerly

hands it to wide eyed Brenda. The belt begins to glow at

Brenda's touch, bathing her face in a golden radiance.

IVANA COX

It encompasses all the technology

of Wade Industries and then some,

if I do say so myself. It will meet

most of your stated expectations,

but it dose come at a heavy price.

ALISON BRITE

How much?

IVANA COX

Not in money, Miss Brite. This

price is much dearer than coin of

the realm.

Ivana stops Brenda before she can put on the belt.

IVANA COX

Brenda listen to me. As you know,

you possess a unique gene

structure, the Aphrodite gene.

It lies dormant in but a handful of

women, and it awakens very seldom.

Asleep it shows its signs in an

increased beauty and sexual allure

in a woman, awakened and it

increases the strength, the

resilience, the healing ability of

the bearer as well as unleashing an

unquenchable sexual lust to

propagate. This belt is designed to

further enhance your Aphrodite gene

even further, giving you the

strength of ten men, the agility

and speed far beyond even an

Olympic level athlete, and a

healing power fast enough to

recover from all but the most

serious of injuries in but a matter

of minutes.

ALISON BRITE

Cool!

IVANA COX

In addition, the belt has a kinetic

force field, that triggers once you

put it on. This force field draws

its sustenance off the belts

central power source which must be

regularly recharged. As is, the

force field will turn strong

powerful kinetic motions against

themselves, bullets will be

channeled along the field its self,

ricochetting around you, leaving

you unscathed. How ever slower

blows, such as a punch or grapple

will pass through unmolested.

BRENDA WADE

I see, and the costume?

IVANA COX

Just as you requested, the belt

stores a finite micro-mesh field

generator. It projects your costume

directly upon your body.

Unfortunately if you have not

disrobed your civilian attire

before activating this feature of

the belt, any and all clothing you

are wearing will be permanently

destroyed.

You can summon the belt its self to

your hand with this ring, from its

recharge chamber here in this lab.

Ivana gives Brenda a ring and takes the belt back and places

it back into the cylinder and punches some more numbers. The

cylinder slides back into the floor.

IVANA COX

Try it.

Brenda puts on the ring, and frowns at Ivana.

IVANA COX

Just concentrate. It's attuned to

your genetic structure and yours

alone.

Brenda concentrates and the belt suddenly appears in her open

hand.

BRENDA WADE

Wow!

IVANA COX

It has an active radiance of about

a hundred miles, but once I have

the satellite relays worked into

the Wade satellites, you will be

able to access it almost world

wide. I have already sent the work

order to have another recharge

cylinder constructed in your pent

house apartment. You should be able

to start storing the belt there by

the end of the month.

BRENDA WADE

Thank you Ivana.

IVANA COX

Brenda there's one more thing, and

it is extremely important. That

price I mentioned. The belt uses

your Aphrodite gene as its base and

as its link for all of its power

abilities. To put this as bluntly

as I can, the belt takes your

sexual energies and amplifies them.

And not just any sexual energies,

it can only use your sexual

repressed lusts.

In short, the hornier you are, the

stronger you are, the longer you go

without an orgasm, the better your

belt works. Have even just one

orgasm and your belt basically

powers completely down until you

can build back up your lusts of

repressed sexual longing to

sufficient levels. As an Aphrodite

gene woman that won't take TOO

long, but it will still take some

time.

ALISON BRITE

You mean for that thing to work,

Brenda can't cum anymore?!

IVANA COX

I'm afraid so.

BRENDA WADE

It's worth it. The world is crying

out against injustice, it needs a

super heroine right now, and I'm

the only one who can answer that

call. If the price I am asked to

pay in return for that ability to

help others is that I can't flick

the bean anymore, well I think I

can do that readily enough.

Ivan and Alison exchange uncertain glances as Brenda laughs

to herself.

IVANA COX

Something else as well, from my

initial studies the belt may have a

rather odd effect upon your genetic

ageing. To be blunt about it, put

it on and your body's natural

ageing will be heavily stunted.

Perhaps as much as only one year of

ageing for every ten that pass by!

And there's more,this last, 'one

last thing', isn't as serious as

the others but it may be more

readily apparent to you none the

less and thus you may consider it

more serious than it actually is. I

have already inputted the costume

as per your design into the belt so

you're ready to go.

But, the boots, gloves, mask,well,

it doesn't leave much room and thus

material for the rest of the

outfit. There was no room for the

cape, and the leotard had to be

made into a... well, small bikini.

BRENDA WADE

Considering all the evil doers of

Delta City are men, the more

distracting my costume is to their

dirty disgusting sex fiend minds,

the easier my role to apprehend

them and bring them to justice,

since putting them behind bars is

not really an option considering

the male corruption of the judicial

system as it currently stands! I

will, at first, have to meet out

justice more in the form of a

vigilante fist, than a handcuff

waiting for the police siren to

sound.

ALISON BRITE

How small?

IVANA COX

Very. Think micro-bikini. But

smaller. Quiet a bit smaller. Like

tiny...postage stamp.

All three women whistle.

BRENDA WADE

Well, er. I...I...I suppose I

should try this out. Right away.

Before I lose my nerve, eh?

IVANA COX

Before you try and tackle the more

sublime mainstream CEO type

criminals with police in one pocket

and politicians in the other, you

may want to hone your skills on the

kind of threats that everyone,

including the local police will

recognize as mainstream hostiles

needing to be brought to justice.

ALISON BRITE

Like purse snatchers and bank

robbers!

IVANA COX

Well, I was thinking for your first

outing, you may want to try the

Delta City sewers. They are just

crawling with mutant monsters left

over from when Fengshui, had his

laboratories down there in those

endless mazes. No amount of gas or

flooding or military intervention

has succeeded in clearing out those

atrocities. It might be a good test

for your new suit and powers? Off

the radar so to speak, in case

something doesn't go quiet right.

You know, the first time. Better to

not have the six O'clock news

standing by, filming it all.

BRENDA WADE

Work the bugs out.

IVANA COX

Right! And what better way to work

the bugs out than against those

giant mutant bugs down there that

still occasionally come top side

and make off with some young

innocent woman?

BRENDA WADE

Perfect! I'll go at once!

ALISON BRITE

What about me? Can't I have a belt

and go with you too?

BRENDA WADE

It's much too dangerous!

ALISON BRITE

More dangerous than that car bomb,

or the poison wine, or the

disconnected train car, or the time

I pulled you out of that motel room

on fire, you know with the entire

Delta High football team and the

trained seal and -

BRENDA WADE

Er, yes of course,er... What about

it Doctor Cox? Think you can whip

up a belt for my side kick here?

IVANA COX

The belt would have to be set to

Alison's own genetic sexual matrix

and that would require all those

same extensive sexual testing we

performed on you. And as she dose

not possess the Aphrodite gene, the

belt would only provide her with a

fraction of your own belts

abilities or powers, and in

addition to her need to remain

sexually repressed as you now must,

she also would be subjected to an

increased sexual lust just as you

are, but without having the years

of Aphrodite gene enhanced hormonal

experience to prepare herself for

it! But all of that said, I don't

see why it wouldn't work. She'd

have to remain here for several

days for the testing, and it might

be some time more before the belt

and its own power charging cylinder

were up and operational... but sure

why not?

ALISON BRITE

Yeah! Let's get started at once!

Alison starts stripping off her scanty clothing while a

blushing Brenda and a lip licking increasingly aroused Doctor

Cox hungrily watch.

IVANA COX

Extensive, exhausting sexual

testing, is what this girl wants!

Ivan breathless grabs the naked girl by the shoulders and

leads her to a series of hanging leather straps and plops a

ball gag into the waifs mouth.

BRENDA WADE

Well, I'll just be off then. To the

deadly sewers then. Obvious you

don't need me here.

Alison waves a cheery hand from a leather restraining cuff.

IVANA COX

Oh, Brenda! Before you venture into

the sewers first visit PROFESSOR

WHIRTER, he's a typical male idiot,

but no one has studied the foul

flora and fauna of the Delta City

sewers more than he has. He fancies

himself an expert on all things

unusual, mutant, or alien. He might

be good for a giggle if nothing

else.

Ivana talking breathlessly began ushering Brenda to the door

while removing her own lab coat and other garments in a

hurried state of rabid lust.

IVANA COX

And go to him in your super heroine

identity! You had better get use to

introducing yourself in that manner

if your going to be successful in

this endeavor of yours. Now if

you'll excuse me.. Miss Brite and I

have work to do!

With that Brenda found herself staring at the slammed shut

door of Doctor Ivana Cox laboratory and could just make out

the sounds of muffled moans, throaty curses, and a loud whip

crack!

OUTSIDE ESTABLISHING SHOT OF BROWNSTONES - DAY

INT. CONVERTED BROWNSTONES OF PROFESSOR WHIRTER -DAY

The run down dilapidated cluttered offices of Professor

WHIRTER, were located in a series of condemned brown stones

near the Delta City docks. Brenda fished her way through the

ruins and up the trash lined stairs to see PROFESSOR WHIRTER

through the open door into the series of old apartments he

has converted into a collective lab crammed with file

cabinets, boxes, tables of test tubes, large humming sparking

machines, and jars and poster board studies of strange plants

and animals. Brenda in her civilian clothes watches Whirter

bustling about his tables and talking to himself while

wearing funny gadgets, she is unnoticed and slips back from

the open doors along the third floor hallway. She plays with

her ring absently for a moment as if unsure and then taking a

deep breath holds out her open hand, closes her eyes, and

concentrates. After a moment the belt appears in a golden

glow in her outstretched hand.

Brenda takes the belt and still uncertain puts it carefully

around her narrow waist. There is an audible snap as the back

clasp fasten shut, sounding like a steel lock. She pauses

then concentrates again and Brenda Wade is consumed in a

bright flash of light that turns red,white, and blue and

dissipates. Leaving MS. AMERICANA standing there. MS.

AMERICANA is surprised and over joyed at her costume,

mouthing, 'it worked!' And then suddenly sees that her bikini

top and bottom are very small indeed! In fact, her large

puffy nipples areolas were peaking up over the indented lip

of the top like a cartoon sunrise, and her g-string bottoms

front was displaying a large a mount of pubic hair all around

it! Instinctively MS. Americana covered both her breasts and

her groin with her gauntlet gloved hands. She stood there

half crouching with knees locked together in embarrassed fear

of being seen.

MS. AMERICANA

I can't be seen in public like

this! I'm suppose to be a super

heroine not some hooker! What

happened to the full body leotard?

This isn't what I designed! Oh, oh

didn't Doctor Cox say something

about there not being enough room

in the belt matrix-y thing-a-ma

bob? Gee! NO, this is just TOO

much! It would be alright for club

wear or cruising for boys, but!

I'll have to transform back into my

street clothes.

Ms. Americana took off her belt after a few failed tugs and

then remembered to concentrate and removed it easily. With

another concentration the belt and her costume vanished in a

flash of light. Brenda Wade opened her eyes and was shocked

to find herself stark naked!

BRENDA WADE

What the hell?! (slaps her

forehead!) Ugh! That's right, the

summoning of the suit destroys any

clothing I'm wearing unless I take

that clothing off first! Gosh darn

it!

Brenda held out her hand and after a few frightening failed

attempts and some 'come on! Come on! You can do this

Brendie!) The belt reappears in her outstretched ring hand.

With a sigh of relief Brenda Wade quickly puts on the belt

and concentrates. In the same flash as before she opens her

eyes to find she is now MS. AMERICANA, dressed in her full

regalia, if some what skimpy, splendor.

After tucking her nipples down into her top only to have them

slip right back out again, Ms. Americana shakes her head

causing her mane of ebony black hair to cascade about her

flashing gold tiara, and then mumbling to herself, 'just like

we practiced, Brendie! Time to put all those long nights in

front of the bed room mirror to use! Like you own it,

Brendie, like you own it!' Ms. Americana assumes an air of

superiority and launches herself forward in a strutting vixen

full hip swinging boob jostling walk back toward the open

doors of Professor Whirter.

INT. PROFESSOR WHIRTER LABS - DAY

PROFESSOR WHIRTER looked up from his work with the odd metal

machine cap still smoking on his head and watched MS.

AMERICANA come strutting into his rooms in a sexual swank of

bouncing wiggling orbs of flesh, her nipples and most of her

pussy on prominent display!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Er, another super heroine, eh? And

judging by the look of you an

awakened Aphrodite gene one at

that, too! Good, good, I'm in need

of the services of a super

heroine... you've come at the right

time! Nurse Tina! Nurse Tina!

NURSE TINA enters the rooms carrying arm loads of weapons.

NURSE TINA

Yes, Professor Whirter?!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Oh, never mind all of that now!

NURSE TINA

Yes, Professor! (Tina lets the

weapons fall out of her arms where

they crash loudly on the floor, and

goes immediately into primping up

her hair and outfit. She is dressed

in a tiny pink nurses outfit that

shows her stocking tops and her

white panties and enormous

cleavage.)

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Yes, now that we have another super

heroine on hand. Please my dear, er

what was your name again? Don't

stand in the doorway do come right

in!

Your arrival is most fortuitous, as

we just had a rather nasty super

mutant surge of late in the central

tunnels.

MS. AMERICANA

I didn't realize that there were

other super heroines in Delta City?

I mean, I've never seen one or

heard of any or -

Professor Whirter stopped pushing Ms. Americana into the room

long enough to show his shocked surprise and begin uncovering

a wooden door directly across from her by tossing boxes and

machinery out from in front of it.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

What?! Of course there has been

super heroines before. In fact I'd

say you were the fourth that has

showed up at our door step in just

the last couple of years. Nurse

Tina!

Professor Whirter snaps his fingers at the pile of boxes he

was attempting to move from in front of the door and nods at

Nurse Tina who shimmies with a smile and starts pulling the

large cardboard boxes of junk away from the door, while

Professor Whirter returns back to Ms. Americana. Ms.

Americana frowns at this act of male dominance and scowls at

Professor Whirter as he continues talking to her.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Yes, seems we get a new super

heroine across our threshold about

once a month any more, but none of

them seem to last at it for very

long, and most of them slink about

in the shadows, that sort of thing.

But you! You are the right stuff! I

Can tell! Right up the gut! No

prissy missy here! Here let me see

that!

Professor Whirter took the red star ear ring from Ms.

Americana's ear lobe and took it over to one of his work

tables and started tinkering with it while he continued

talking. Ms. Americana still scowling shook her head and went

to help the struggling Nurse Tina with the large crates.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Now you got the stuff, but you're

new! I can tell!

And I've learned that the more up

front info I can give you the

better your chances, er down there.

(He nodded over his shoulder and

glasses at the general direction of

the door and caught a full view of

the up raised shimming back sides

of Ms. Americana and Nurse Tina as

they pulled boxes away from the

door. He clears his throat.) And

you are going to need all the help

you can get! But you got the right

stuff, that's for sure! Anyway, I

don't know what you've been told,

but I'm not going to sugar coat it

for you, that won't do any of us

any good. You got to know who you

are and what is likely to occur.

So... here you are.

Professor Whirter handed Ms. Americana back her ear ring. The

two women had just finished clearing the door free of

obstructions.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

I put a small miniature microphone

and receiver in your ear ring. So

we can keep in contact. Now, follow

me girls!

Professor Whirter unlocked the door and with Ms. Americana

reaching around to unstuck it, promptly lead them into a

stair well leading down.

INT. STAIR WELL OF WHIRTER LABS- DAY

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Right! Now here's what's what! You

are an Aphrodite gene woman, making

you (prior to Fengshui flipping the

switch on his machine in 1920 and

still outside of its one hundred

mile radius) one of about ten

thousand women who possess this

dormant gene or at least parts of

its strange combination. You are an

awakened Aphrodite gene woman,

which makes you about one in two

hundred thousand! You have decided

to use your new super powers in a

public persona, that makes you

about one in a million!

You're green so I'll give you the

basic run down. An awakened

Aphrodite gene woman feels a

compulsion to do right, that's why

you are here. To go down into the

catacombs beneath the city and swat

mutant butt! The creatures down

there are the lingering result of a

Doctor Fengshui, he use to have

labs down there back in the 20's.

One of the last things he did was

build this hidden device that was

suppose to eradicate all Aphrodite

gene women in the city above and

stop any further development of the

Aphrodite gene from continuing in

the DNA of women in general. It

didn't work, in fact it had the

opposite effect, now every male

that enters Delta City is rendered

virtually impotent and any child

that IS conceived here is always

female and almost all of them have

the Aphrodite gene in one form or

another in their DNA! We are now in

our third generation since the

incident and the city is about 80%

women, all bearing the unmistakable

signs of the Aphrodite gene! Don't

you find it odd that such a

brilliant scientist could create

such a polar opposite effect than

the one he desired and then so

mysteriously vanish? Well, I do!

Ah, here we are!

Professor Whirter stopped at the bottom of the stairs which

opened into a small concrete room with a large rusted manhole

cover in the center of the room. He and Nurse Tina began to

turn a large wheel on the wall which lifted a chain attached

to the manhole cover and slowly raised it up. Green glowing

gas seeped out from under the cover and Ms. Americana raised

a gloved hand to her nose.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

This is the only direct access to

the effected sewers. It was once

one of Fengshui's personal escape

routes. Inside you will quickly

find all sorts of twisted fiendish

plants and animals, crafted from

his demented mind.

They are particularly resilient and

have a nasty design of being almost

solely male in their construct and

offspring and using female humans

for their reproductive needs.

MS. AMERICANA

Say what?!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Yes, you will need to be careful.

Both the Professor and Nurse Tina waited expectantly for her

to descend into the now open manhole. Ms. Americana hesitated

and looked down into the dark fog seeping hole, she could

just make out a thin chattering whirling sound echoing from

down bellow. She looked back up at the two figures waiting

for her and Nurse Tina gave her a little wiggling finger wave

and big smile.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Don't worry I will be in constant

contact with you, with this. (He

raised up the heavy microphone

hanging from his chest and tapped

his helmets ear piece and nodded.)

Ms. Americana shrugged and descended into the manhole down

the rusted green mist shrouded rungs set into the metal

cylinder wall. The well opened into a brick sewer and at the

bottom she stepped off into a squushing pile that made her

cringe and make a face as she scraped off her boot on the

last rung of the ladder and then moved carefully on into the

dark eerie glow. A few still functioning wire basket covered

yellow light bulbs lit the tunnels, but mostly the place was

dark and gloomy.

INT. MAZE OF CONTAMINATED SEWER TUNNELS - DAY

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Can you read me, er, red white and

blue girl?

Ms. Americana touched the forefinger of her red gloved

gauntlet to her ear ring.

MS. AMERICANA

Yes, I can hear you, and it's Ms.

Americana! (She shook her head and

rolled her eyes.) Men!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Good. Good. Of course, right-o,

Miss Apple Pie, now look! You

should see a branching off of the

main sewer line before you!

Ms. Americana looked back behind her at the junction in

question which she had already passed a few minutes ago.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Whatever you do make sure you take

that turning. Don't keep going

straight ahead!

Ms. Americana made a disgusted sigh and put her hands on her

luscious hips and cocking her hips to the side struck her

first super heroine pose of her career.

MS. AMERICANA

And why would that be, Professor

Whirter?

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Because the turning will take you

past most of the Inseminoid plants!

Nasty buggers! You don't want to

have to deal with those on your

first outing in the sewers!

A large pod hidden in the green glow opens up at Ms.

Americana's booted heal and a long ropy tendril raises up

behind the buxom crusader.

MS. AMERICANA

Well, unfortunately I have already

passed that first junction a few

minutes ago. It's about a hundred

yards to my rear now.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Oh. Well, never mind. Good luck!

Ms. American shook her head and rolled her eyes and began to

peer around her into the gloomy dark, all the while the

snaking tendrils rise up behind her.

MS. AMERICANA

I don't see anything. Men! The

littlest thing sets them into a

full blown panic. (snort!)

Suddenly the tendrils launch themselves at Ms. Americana

wrapping themselves tightly around her arms, legs, and body!

MS. AMERICANA

What the?! Great grappling green

growths!

Ms. Americana struggles against the Inseminoid but the plant

is incredibly strong!

MS. AMERICANA

Professor Whirter! Professor! Can

you hear me!

More struggles and finally Ms. Americana manages to wrestle

an arm free enough to press on her ear ring!

MS. AMERICANA

Professor can you hear me?!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Yes, Miss Star Spangler! Is

everything alright?

MS. AMERICANA

Ugh! I think I may have discovered

one of your Inseminoid plant

creatures!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Well, don't go anywhere near it!

They are incredibly strong! And

exist only to reproduce! Stay far

back!

The pod is now producing more tentacle like limbs of various

sizes and moving them about Ms. Americana's body as she

struggles furiously.

MS. AMERICANA

I'll try and keep that in mind,

Professor! Thanks!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

This actually might be a good

opportunity for us to further your

super heroine education! Without

getting too close to the subject,

note its compact design, it uses

stealth to latch upon the unwary!

In the center of its blossom you

will see a pod. That pod houses

several large tendrils that can

move about and wrap themselves

around the limbs and body of its

intended victim.

The Inseminoid now starts doing all the things as the

Professor describes them while Ms. Americana struggles and

fights against the appalling might of the plant!

MS. AMERICANA

I see! Ugh!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Yes, now once the plant has hold of

its prey, it unleashes several

special vines. Let me describe each

one's unique feature in some

detail. The first vine is a special

flower that clamps over the face of

the female prisoner. The plant

produces a weak sort of chloroform

gas through this appendage

effectively putting the subject

into a dream like stupor. This gas

is especially menacing to Aphrodite

gene women, because all forms of

let us say, 'knock out gas' is not

only unusually potent to such women

but also triggers their already

constantly increased sex crazed

libidos to an even more rampant

lustful insane degree! So the plant

is even more dangerous to super

heroines such as your self than it

is to the average woman it normally

preys on off the street! Now once

it has its breeder captive some

what subdued it sends out a penis

probe to enter into the female

vagina (Close up of Ms. A's wide

eyed face! From now on most of the

shots are of Ms. Americana's face

reacting to the unseen actions of

the plant interacting with her

body!) Where it vibrates the

subject into extreme orgasms and

deposits its seed! Now while that

is going on the plant sends two

milking suckers to begin milking

the subjects tits! This may seem

very strange to you, but an

Aphrodite can produce milk at any

time once her gene is active, she

can still be technically a virgin!

The breast milk is triggered in the

Aphrodite by extreme forced

climaxes and that is something you

must be weary of, as the breast

milk of an Aphrodite actually can

instil some of her powers

temporarily upon any male that

drinks it! It is also highly

addictive to any male who consumes

it and thus there is rather a

lucrative black market for super

heroine milk, I'm afraid to say. So

be weary of those retrobates who

may try and subdue you for a good

milking! Besides, if you are milked

dry the Aphrodite gene responds by

permanently increasing your breast

size by almost a full cup! So,

unless you want to have beach balls

for breasts avoid any forced

milkings! Ha! Er, now where was I?

Oh yes, for non-Aphrodte gene

victims the sleeping gas contains a

stimulant that causes temporary

lactation in normal women. The

plant uses the milk to help nurture

its self and to help in fertilizing

the seed as its planted inside the

woman. Once implanted the gestation

is only a mater of minutes for a

super heroine but several hours for

a normal woman. The woman now

discharges a large new pod which

will reach maturity in just a few

hours! For an Aphrodite gene woman

like your self, you face the

strange diatonic that you are

almost immune to impregnation by

any normal humane male, but you are

of an increased risk of

impregnation of all alien or mutant

plant and animal rapes! Anyway, for

the poor victim of the Inseminoid

trap there is only a slight chance

of escaping a prospect of being

repeatedly raped in this on going

manner and that is at the moment of

birth the vines lessen their

tension. It is brief but the only

chance there is!

Ms. Americana after going through all the above uses the

plants weakening hold to tare herself free and flips away in

escape!

MS. AMERICANA

I'll keep that in mind Professor!

Ms. Americana tries to replace her top back after the forced

milking but finds as the Professor has warned, her breasts

have already swollen up to an even larger size making her top

far too small to do much in regards of hiding her hard

nipples.

MS. AMERICANA

(muttering to herself while rubbing

her head.) Those wonderful, I mean

terrible, forced climaxes have

seriously depleted my belts power!

I feel light headed and scarcely

have the strength to stand let

alone deal with mutant

monsters!(continuing out loud)

Professor, I think I may have to

come top side for a quick breather!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

You can't quit now! You haven't

located the device!

MS. AMERICANA

What device?

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Why? The machine Fengshui hid down

in those sewers of course! The one

that is making all the males within

a hundred mile radius of Delta City

sterile and more often than not

suffering from erection

dysfunction! The one that is

turning every woman in the city

into a sex crazed lustful wanton

nymphomaniac and all their female

children into potential super

heroines! That one of course!

MS. AMERICANA

But I thought I was just suppose to

kick some mutant butt?! You know

clean out the sewers a little, pest

control, that sort of thing?

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Fine, fine, you can do that as

well, but you haven't even met a

mutant yet! How can you be

chickening out already!

MS. AMERICANA

(Scowling) I am not chickening out!

I intend to stay down here until I

show once and for all that I am the

superior woman and will fix up all

this mess you little men couldn't

handle!

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Fine, fine, you do that Wonder

Jugs, that's the girl! I knew that

you had moxie! Professor Whirter

out!

MS. AMERICANA

Ms. Americana eyes the long row of inseminoid plants laying

on the floor of the misty sewer tunnel and notes that some of

them are closing their blossoms into a round pod and in this

round pod shape are sending out tendrils to pull themselves

slowly but steadily in her direction. With a stern glare

replacing her initial look of surprise to see her attackers

closing in on her from all directions, Ms.. Americana

crouches and then launches herself into a series of flips and

cartwheels that would have made a champion cheerleader or

Olympic gymnast blush with awe and pride. She continues the

long graceful leaps and bounds and ricochets off the sewer

curved walls until she has flung herself past all the out

stretched inseminoids and landed at the end of the sewer

tunnel.

(All the while she is doing these

acrobatic flips down the long sewer

tunnel she is panting, grunting,

breathlessly responding to

Professor Whirter's last comment.)

Not only are these foul mutated

plants of a mad man's making no

match for a superior woman, even

with my power belt no longer

supplying me with full power, but I

will soon find this device of yours

and defeat all who oppose me!

Ms. Americana lands fully on her feet just outside the tunnel

exit/entrance at the lip of a large open underground cistern

ringed with railed walkways spiraling down and various inky

black openings much like the one she has just emerged from.

(Breathless Ms. Americana puts one

gloved hand on her cocked hip and

touching her ear ring speaks to the

Professor.) And for the last time;

it's MS. AMERICANA!

I am out of the tunnel and in some

kind of large vertical cylinder.

There's lots of tunnels leading

into it, like a rotary. (Looking

cautiously over the short railing.)

The bottom of it falls away into

darkness, (her boot toe accidentally

kicks off a small bit of debris

which disappears over the edge of

the iron grated flooring of the

walkway and bounces ever more

faintly down the metal and stone

sides of the pit.) but it looks a

long way down.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Excellent! You are one of the first

to make it through the labyrinth of

tunnels in over a decade. (Sounds

of Whirter struggling with a map

which the nurse has given him.)

Now, Ms. Americana you should be at

one of the seven vertical gravity

feed storm and flood water surge

protectors. They draw flood waters

down and away from Delta City

during hurricane season. Can you

tell which one you are in? Do you

see any numbers or junction boxes

or anything?

MS. AMERICANA

No. There's nothing where I am. (a

long tendril slowly moves out of

the inky blackness of the tunnel

mouth behind Ms. Americana and

whispers toward her red booted

ankle.)

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Well, regardless please be careful

from this point on as the creatures

you will now face will be much more

dangerous than any mere

inseminiods.

MS. AMERICANA

(scoffs) You keep forgetting that I

am not one of your incompetent

military males, I am a superior

woooooooo-

The vine grabs her ankle and yanks Ms. Americana off her feet

where she lands face first on her breasts which cause her to

bounce up and down as she grunts and they make a rubber

bicycle horn honking sound with each bounce. There is a pause

and Ms, American says:

Oh poop!

And then she is dragged rapidly kicking and clawing at the

floor back into the tunnel's blackness.

INT. DAY/ THE BOTTOM OF THE CONCRETE STAIRWELL NEXT TO THE

RAISED MAN HOLE COVER WHERE PROFESSOR WHIRTER AND NURSE TINA

ARE WAITING FOR MS. AMERICANA.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Ms. Americana? Ms. Americana! (the

professor's head helmet set is

filled with loud orgasmic screams

of a woman in sexual rapture. He

clears his throat and looks at his

nurse.) I am sure she will be

alright. She knows what she is

doing. She's a professional after

all.

NURSE TINA

She certainly sounds like a

professional.

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Behind him a phone rings on the wall. He answers it.

Hello? Yes this is Professor

Whirter. Yes she is here, but I'm

afraid she is rather busy at the

moment. Alright, alright I'll put

you through.

Professor Whirter places the phone receiver into a cradle

receptacle in his helmet and speaks into his microphone.

INT. ENTRANCE/EXIT TO SEWER TUNNEL AND CISTERN WALK WAY. DAY/

MS. AMERICANA

Ms. Americana slowly and slumped over in an orgasmic daze

slouches out of the tunnel bow legged and tugging her costume

back into place. She hears Professor Whirter calling to her

over her ear ring and touches it with her gloved forefinger

and thumb to respond.

Ye-ye-yes Professor?

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

I'm sorry to bother you Ms.

Americana as you sound as if you

may have your, er, hands full, But

there is an urgent phone call for

you from a Ms. Ivana Cox. I have

her patched into the head set so

you can speak to her now.

IVANA COX

Ms. Americana are you there? Can

you hear me hon?

MS. AMERICANA

Yes, I can just make you out, but

there is a lot of static.

IVANA COX

I just wanted to call and see how

things are going? Is the power belt

holding up?

MS. AMERICANA

Er, well, about that? Let us say I

had, ahmm, an accident. And the

power belt lost its charge. How

long would it take for it to

recharge?

IVANA COX

You mean you orgasmed?

MS. AMERICANA

Ah, yeah. So how long?

IVANA COX

How many times did you come?

MS. AMERICANA

Well....

IVANA COX

More than once? Ten times? Twenty?

More?!

MS. AMERICANA

Let's just say a lot.

IVANA COX

Well, I don't know off hand? But

fortunately your belt charges off

of your own lust, that is, your own

horniness.

And with your Aphrodite gene, it

shouldn't take you too long before

you feel your belt recharging and

magnifying your powers again. You

may want to help it along with a

little self stimulation, if you

know what I mean, but just don't

lose control or you will right back

to square one.

MS. AMERICANA

Right! I may give that a try.

IVANA COX

Any other kinks in the system? Were

you milked? After forced orgasms

the Aphrodite gene deposits many of

the super heroines special cellular

material into the fatty tissues of

the breast for storage while it

rushes to produce more.

MS. AMERICANA

Well, er...

IVANA COX

I see. And how many cup sizes do

you think you have gone up?

MS. AMERICANA

At least one, maybe two?

IVANA COX

Wow, you really were nailed weren't

you! Well, that's the price you pay

to be an Aphrodite gene super

heroine. But look I called for a

reason. My initial studies with

Alison Brite have reaffirmed

another aspect of the power belt

that I failed to mention earlier as

I was still uncertain about it. But

there's no denying it now. Ms.

Americana, I'm afraid the power

belt while it squeezes and

magnifies your lusts to complete

the gaps in your own Aphrodite gene

structure and hence unleash your

full potential of powers. It has

the rather unpleasant negative

aspect of repressing your

intelligence as a side effect. To

put it bluntly, the longer you wear

the belt the stupider you become!

The effect wears off rapidly once

the belt is removed and your

intelligence returns to you without

any permanent effects, but the

instant you snap the belt around

your waist your I.Q. begins to

steadily drop! It won't be

noticeable to you as it drops, just

as the continuing wearing of the

belt amplifying your lusts won't be

noticeable to you as long as you

have the belt in place. I wouldn't

recommend leaving the belt on for

more than a few hours at a time,

less these two invisible factors

render you a nymphomaniac air

head rampaging through the city

raping at whim!

MS. AMERICANA

My! That would be... wrong!?

IVANA COX

Yes it would be. Oh well, I have to

get back to testing Ms. Brite! Have

fun!

MS. AMERICANA

Professor Whirter? How long have I

been down here in these tunnels so

far?

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

About four hours Ms. Americana.

MS. AMERICANA

I see...

PROFESSOR WHIRTER

Are you coming back up?

MS. AMERICANA

No, I have made it this far, I

guess I will see this thing

through.

Ms. Americana steadily winds down the spiraling iron walkway

into the pit of darkness, one gloved hand kneading a swollen

breast, the other wiggling under the front of her soaked

bikini bottoms.

INT. LARGE CORPORATE BOARD ROOM-NIGHT

WILLIAM WADE

Gentlemen, thank you all for coming

on such short notice. We have here

in this room the key power brokers

of Delta City. From the Governor of

our fair state to the Mayor to the

heads of every major corporation

housed in this much disturbed city

to the commissioner of police to

the heads of the families who, well

let us say work the other side of

the street.

Brenda paused the three dimensional film with a focused thought and set her empty soda and popcorn container aside where they hovered in the air. Her breasts were now fully aroused and tingling with newly replenished charged lusts and her loins were aching with repressed sexual longings enough to make her donning her power belt sparkle and crackle with full and ready powers up to the task of tackling any thing Delta City could throw at her! That is if the sudden need should suddenly arise, she certainly wasn’t horny enough yet after that orgasm release of Lydia’s test belt to go out on a patrol any time soon! So the buzzing wade bots of the memotron had done their job in not only creating a three dimensional film from her somewhat orgasm rattled mind but had through a secondary side effect tingled and teased her breasts back into a new randy state of building lusts. Oh! and the film had proven interesting if not entirely entertaining. It was always interesting to see how the machine tried to make sense out of her memories and fill in the gaps of her youth.

The truth was like all Aphrodite women who underwent a full triggering of their gene structure with puberty (which for an Aphrodite gene woman usually exploded upon them in an unrelenting tidal wave around their twelfth birthday!) the dizzy wrenching process seemed to wipe all memories proceeding the gene’s activation and made the immediate years after its awakening ones of confused and erratic jangles of isolated shipwrecked images. Few Aphrodite gene women could remember much before their twelfth birthday and the genes awakening into a raging ocean of uncontrollable lusts and until the years of puberty subsided all that happened during it often was lost until she reached the calm of her early twenties! As such the machine invented much that simply wasn’t true and so each time she watched her secret origins she was surprised thrilled and oft disappointed by what played out before her! But her confused mind still swimming after the intense orgasms of the failed belt experiment had produced a whopper of fouled up story telling this time. No doubt the mental concentration had wavered repeatedly in her post orgasm euphoria and the links stumbling had caused the machine to grasp at straws and draw some odd conclusions perhaps using the links to the nearby computers which endlessly searched and downloaded files of sensationalistic claims and paparazzi pictures from the more lurid tabloids as they diligently kept track of everything ‘Ms. Americana’! in the worlds press, web sites, and news reports, an endless scrapbook of images and commentaries.

That said she frowned at the machines conclusions. It should have known better. First off her father hadn’t been the general in charge of the Manhattan project he had been in charge of the still secretive side project of the use of atomic energy upon cellular mutations, code named: The New Jersey Project. And the little girl shown playing in the back yard of one of Atomic City’s suburban houses was not her but a young girl named Trinity. Who went on to become the unpredictable super heroine Atomica who first fought against the young Ms. Americana but who then went on to sacrifice her life to help Ms. Americana defeat the evil FengShui!

Brenda couldn’t remember anything before her twelfth birthday but she knew she had never lived at Atomic City and she doubted the tabloid rumor reports that her father had adopted her and Trinity, whose father was a scientist who died while working on the Manhattan project. And there had been no Ivana Cox, Brenda had her first power belt in her possession in her earliest memories. Though that belt was nothing compared to the ones she would make over the years, but it’s basic technologies had remained a staple for all her latter constructions. She did have a best friend named Alison Brite who had helped her in her first big mission against FengShui and who had disappeared (and was believed by Brenda/Ms. Americana to have died along side Fengshui after he had kidnapped her and Ms. Americana had been forced to return back to Fiengshui’s underground hidden fortress pleasure dome after she had barely escaped it upon her first failed attempt to turn off the machine plaguing all of Delta City!) Only to have returned years latter as the much altered brainwashed super villainess Dragon Queen. But as Dragon Queen serving her masters the two brothers cloned from FengShui, each calling himself FengShui while calling the other Fondue, she had no recollection of her life as Alison Brite or luckily of Ms. Americana’s identity as Brenda Wade!

Some of the background of her first big adventure had been correct. She had been a sex starved teenager who had spent her days and nights in the ‘Cock Clubs’ of Delta City. The super villain FengShui had tried to take over the world from his power base in China several times being defeated by several super heroines in the late 1800’s, before fleeing to America and restarting his organized crime endeavors this time in more subtle guises to try and keep off the super heroine radar.

Some time in the early 1920’s Fengshui seems to have discovered a way to slow down or stop aging using super heroine breast milk. He set up his pleasure dome under Delta City and created a large machine which emitted a constant wave of energies which manipulated the cellular structure of women to encourage the development of Aphrodite genes so as to create an entire city of such women from which he could send his secret minions to the surface to capture and harvest their milk. Few ever learned of this fiendish situation and instead the male dominated society of the time focused on the beams secondary effects of creating mass impotency amongst the males as being the sole intent of the machine!

When Brenda Wade as Ms. Americana had finally taken over her fathers share of Wade industries from her fathers brother, William and decided to venture down into the huge labyrinth of Delta Cities abandoned mines and sewers in her first major outing as Ms. Americana she had not expected to find Fengshui or his pleasure dome at all but was only looking for what she believed to be an old long abandoned machine somewhere in those twisted guts of booby trapped tunnels and caves which was left behind to punish the males of Delta City for helping the super heroines pursuing Fengshui in the early 1920’s and supposedly destroying him!

What she had found of course, after miles and miles of sex starved plants and animals and creatures which had all banged her mercilessly, was the immense dome its self! And none other than Fengshui waiting for her! It had taken all her youthful energies and endurance and a lot of luck to escape the fell the evil genius, only to have him capture Alison and force Ms. Americana back down into those raping pits to face him yet again, and after his plunging to his doom in which he took pinned in his talon clutches the hapless Alison with him, the ever resourceful Brenda had quickly purchased the land above the pleasure dome and built the new Wade Manor above it and converted the pleasure dome its self into the Dome of Justice, her first secret base!

Unfortunately when Ms. Americana had tackled the giant machine emitting the gene altering rays she had not fully grasped the mechanisms complex workings and had pulled the main lever from one side all the way over to the other side of its cob web covered brass radial dial. This had indeed stopped the men living in the above city as well as any new males visiting the city for any extended period of time from being impotent, but it had now made them into increasingly horny out of control with lust rapists! But it had been a subtle change. Most males who had lived for a long period of time while the machine was set to produce Aphrodite gene women in huge abundances for Fengshui to milk for his longevity serum remained impotent despite the levers reversal. It was the new arrivals who found themselves slowly oddly thinking lustful outrageous improper thoughts! At first everyone assumed this was because of the natural state of Delta Cities abundant sex starved big busted nearly naked almost entirely female populations simply being too much for healthy sexually functioning males to take. But as more and more males subsumed to unbridled lust and began to pounce upon women in public places Ms. Americana began to realize her secret blunder.

Once again she left her more secure confines of the upper caverns which had made up Fengshui’s pleasure dome and which now comprised her new Dome of Justice and Dome of Liberty and the Great Hall of Freedom which lead in turn down to her then new trophy room of the Vault of Glory and spelunkering down into the winding twisting depths of still over grown sex plants and lust crazed creatures to where the fiendish machine of Fengshui still howled with semi-sentient life! She couldn’t even begin to fathom how to turn the thing off, instead after her difficult much molested sexually attacked trek she had to settle with pulling the master lever into an intermediate position. The public rapes faded away but now both men and women felt constant insatiable sexual urges and once again the vast majority of births were female with strong Aphrodite gene probability structures. Luckily most of the men were able to keep it in their pants even if the women couldn’t stand covering up their breasts and genitals thanks to the Aphrodite gene’s presence. Fengshui had tweaked the gene structure of the women so that they felt uneasy and uncomfortable if their nipples were covered or crotch buried under layers of cloth, thus giving rise to most of the Delta City women scorning the wearing of bras and panties and the common place appearance of miniskirts and pussy flashing throughout the city. This also explained the curse of the meat gazer which some Aphrodite women suffered under, of which Brenda was one and of course as Ms. Americana even more so! This gene tweaked curse by the vile deranged Fengshui caused the woman in question to be unable to tare her stare off of any exceptional cocks that her sight came across. The curse created untold embarrassment as the increasingly horny women who were all but oblivious to their actions struggled to maintain a line of sight to the male appendage they were literally drooling over!!

Brenda stepped off the small stage and the paused images vanished. She had stopped the machine before she had reached the pleasure dome of Fengshui for their first confrontation and her brief capture at his vile hands and heard his outrageous accusations that she was really his biological daughter! A statement too unsettling for her to deal with even so many years latter. She walked over past rows of machinery and tables of low shelves of various electronic and mechanical parts toward the rows of tall tubes and their suspended belts and costumes. Much of her early successes in her experiments both for her own privet super heroine use and for mass commercial sales in Wade Industries had come from tinkering and cannibalizing the great pleasure dome of Fengshui his terrible evil being made to serve the good of all woman kind! The wade bots were so far her greatest breakthrough via this madman’s prolific creations. They had changed everything for her super heroine self and for Brenda Wade as well. For Brenda Wade had stopped aging!

Brenda stopped before the first container in the long line of glowing cylinders which lined the room. It was her first costume and first power belt. The belt she had always seemed to have had? It had comprised of one power battery and an Aphrodite gene generator. The generator sent pulse waves directly from the back of the belt into the womb, triggering an increased arousal and in turn awakening the genetic material of an Aphrodite genes breast flesh to its most excited and thus powerful state. In hindsight it was very crude, but effective. It had given Brenda as Ms. Americana increased healing ability, increased agility, and increased strength. As an Aphrodite gene woman she was already as strong as a man twice her size, the belt had raised that strength to that of about five such men. The accompanying suit was of simple cloth which she had sown herself upon a sewing machine where she vaguely remembered sewing on the various cloth chevrons and badges of her father‘s own military uniforms. It had been a simple two piece bikini design with plenty of coverage, covering her breasts and buttocks entirely and covered even her belly button and had replaced the once piece leotard that she had worn in her practice workouts. Her Fengshui tweaked body simply couldn’t stand covering up too much of her sexy body, and once the turned on belt amped up those same genes, well… and she had already come to the conclusion from watching males around her in the halls and boardrooms of Wade Industries and her initial bouts with common street thugs in her earliest outings that men were easily distracted and dazed by a sexy hot woman in revealing outfits! Giving that woman in turn an undeniable edge! William Wade, her fathers brother, had two sons from a failed marriage who had inherited their fathers share of Wade Industries. Both men and their equally oily mother had tried every dirty trick in the book to oust Brenda and take back over commanding share of the corporation, and perhaps were even somewhat responsible for their fathers strange demise? Though Brenda felt CIA agents and local crime families unwittingly under the puppet stings of Fengshui and latter his two clones, who each believed himself to be the one and only real Fengshui and the other a clone of himself whom he derisively called, Fondue, were the real cause of William’s demise. In each case in which the sons of William had tried to confront Brenda in the board room, a simple unbuttoning of a button or two and a careful leaning on the table had sent both halfwits into a mindless befuddled drool! Ha! Yes, there was no doubt as to her powers over the simple minds of males!!!!

That had been the costume she had worn in the tunnels under Delta City when she had taken on Fengshui, there had been no Ultra Belts back then so no flash transformations! And no Wade satellite zapping down a suit to her! She wasn’t sure where the memotron had got that notion from? From the latter UB-14 perhaps? The memotron often smushed things together and muddled bits up. She did of course understand why it selected other women to portray her, because Brenda programmed it to do so. Like the curse of the ‘naughty nipple’ as every Aphrodite gene woman in Delta City called the almost itching need to uncover their bodies from the constricting bonds of clothing and the additional curse of the ‘meat gazer’ which Brenda and doubly so the belt increased Ms. Americana suffered from which made them almost hypnotized by any decent sized penis (twenty inches or larger) that fell within their view, Brenda also suffered from the even rarer curse of the ‘mirror mirror’! simply put any time Brenda saw herself she was instantly turned on to an over whelming degree! Fortunately her natural beauty was so intense that she didn’t bother with makeup, but she avoided large full mirrors as often as possible. Even catching a glimpse of herself in a shop window was good for a quick irrepressible grope of one of her perfect breasts of worse a crotch grab fondle!

As such the memotron was programmed to randomly select others to portray her when necessary and so as to keep it fair it also randomly portrayed all others, trying it’s best to cull look-alike persons from its link to the scrap book computer data base, unless she thought it to do otherwise. Once Lydia had snuck in and tinkered with it so that for a whole month the machine insisted on using James Earl Jones as Ms. Americana’s voice and the sexy but utterly flat chested Keria Knightly as her body double!!! Brenda had been understandably pissed!

Brenda passed by each of her belts and its costume in the line and remembered each of the belts own limitations and achievements as she mused over the villains she had faced while wearing it. She noticed that each cylinder contained an increasingly smaller and smaller over all sized costume with a larger and larger bra-cup size!! The Aphrodite gene housed its unique cell structure primarily in the breast tissue and if the woman was sufficiently sexually aroused the breasts would begin to lactate. Releasing a milk rich in Aphrodite gene cells and containing the woman’s inherent powers. Fengshui had used such milk to create his immortality elixir. His foul machine creating Aphrodite gene women in the city far above him and his followers creeping through that self sane city at night to bring them back to his pleasure dome milking machines and his sex-torture chamber bed rooms. A horrific thought! But a fully awakened Aphrodite gene like Brenda’s making her a super heroine by its endowing awakened powers if milked dry, her breasts would not only quickly refill with more even more potent milk but her gene structure would increase her breasts size as well.

Each enlarging cup size in her suits showed a secret defeat and milking which had in turn increased her breast size and increased her base powers as well! Each initial defeat and brutal raping orgasm and subsequent milking had increased her powers and her will to bring such vile men to justice! What tames me makes me stronger!!!!

Brenda passed though the long line of her cloth suits and walked over to the new Ultra Belts which she had been wearing exclusively for the last few years. These belts utilized the new Wadebot construction she had recently developed and she was very proud of them. They were all different and yet all shared certain similar qualities.

The first belt, UB-1, was a basic patrol belt it was similar to all her previous belts in that it was composed of a battery slot, a gene generator slot, and thus gave her the increased healing ability, the increased agility, and gave her the strength of seven strong men. This was a step down from her last cloth costume belt which had given her the strength of ten strong men, and in fact the healing ability and the agility were also decreased as well, but this belt had the first kinetic force field, and with it a second battery slot to help power it. The force field worked in direct ratio to the speed and force of an impacting force. It caused bullets to slow down and ricochet, and powerful fast blows to slow and soften. It did nothing against slow attacks like grappling move, and it was the first belt to have a locking mechanism based on her cellular interaction with the wade bots which invisibly covered her body providing the force field. As long as she was not distracted or dazed in any way it was impossible for anyone except for an unusually strong individual to remover her belt against her will.

This first successful belt set the basic pattern for all the rest of her UB belts. The gene generator was different from her previous belts in that instead of producing what had been an ever increasing powerful pulses of stimulation aimed at her vagina and womb to increase her sexual arousal and thus in turn indirectly increasing the excited state of her Aphrodite gene cells housed primarily in her breast tissue. In short, all her previous belts were little more than very high tech vibrators! These new Ultra Belts used the microscopic Wade bots that upon release from their compartment in the belts storage compartment and powered by a power battery compartment coated the entire body of Brenda/Ms. Americana and interacted at the cellular level with the components of the Aphrodite gene directly. This greatly increased her ratio of gene activated powers via battery support letting her trigger greater powers faster and for longer periods of times as well as allowed her to create new templated powers based entirely off of the Wade bots themselves. Her last non-Wade bot belt had been little more than a stimulator and seven power batteries!!! And even then, though it had given her the highest level ever of strengthen and speed and agility and healing, it was utterly drained after just seven hours in the field! Simply put that line of belt design had hit a dead end. It had been time for Brenda to find something fresh and she had! The new Ultra Belts! Of course with the power belt now directly stimulating the gene structure its self, Ms. Americana’s level of sexual lust had shot through the roof! Switching on one of the new power belts was like being tied to a strippers pole and being molested by a horde of sex starved boy scouts! It took some getting use to! The Ultra Belts also greatly increased the susceptibility of the wearer to any kind of sleeping induced attacks. Something about the invisible coating of Wade bots swarming all over the body in their powered state magnified not only how quickly one succumbed to knock out gas or such drugs but increased to a great degree the Aphrodite gene’s natural tendencies to become increasingly sexual aroused by such a continued slumber?! Nothing Brenda could come up with seemed to be able to counteract this little hitch in her grand belts design.

It was with this first Ultra Belt where Brenda began to notice the two side effects of using Wade nanobots to key off her Aphrodite gene structure. The first side effect is that Brenda noticed in her data feedback studies that her cellular decrepitude was slowing. That is her body was not aging as fast as it should. This effect was permanent and remained in constant effect even after the belts removal. The second side effect was that the Ultra Belts steadily increased Brenda’s/Ms. Americana’s horniness as they were worn while decreasing her intelligence in direct proportion. In short the longer Ms. Americana wore her power Ultra Belt the more lustful and dumber she became! Luckily the process was slow and it was quickly reversed by simply removing the belt! Still it was something which she had to try and keep an eye on despite how invisible the effects often where upon her own perceptions.

It didn’t help that her first insight into this problematic side effect didn’t show it’s self to her until she had gone over to visit troops stationed over seas as a sort of moral boosting service for the united armed forces. She had flown her world famous Ms. Americana jet, a converted 1960’s Saber jet in which she had earned her first solo flight pilot license with at the tutelage of her fathers best friend and her first and only confidante Cornel Rip Sterling. The jet had been a gift to her from him, and they both had over hauled it and updated its guts while painting it its now trademark patriotic colors. She thought of him and his untimely demise at the hands of CIA turncoats every time she flew the famous jet.

It was while entertaining the troops with handshakes and touring the base that after three days in her new Ultra Belt that she found herself removing her top and autographing it for the boys and with one gloved arm modestly poised over her heaving seating breasts was snaking out of her bottoms to do the same with them when a call came in for her to rush to an emergency in the remote northern regions of the foreign country. She had been just seconds away from lustfully undressing before a room full of hundreds of howling horny GI’s and as she raced topless to the cock pit of her plane she had found herself baffled by the controls?! Luckily the trouble resolved its self without further need of her, but she had had her first clue as to this new side effect of her new belts. (An interesting side note was that the troops had proudly affixed her stars spangled bra to the top of the flag pole at their base and when time came for them to hand over control of the base to the local military there had been something of a tiff between the American solders wanting to take the bra with them and the locals wanting to keep it up on the flag pole for themselves! In the end old glory had returned home with the troops sans bra but Ms. Americana had snuck back to the base and retrieved her autographed top and had reattached it to the boys new base flag pole and had as an after thought and much looking around her wiggled out of her bottoms and added those as well before hands well placed snuck back to her saber jet. This had been one of her last cloth worn costumes which the next generation belt, UB-2 would do away with!)

And unfortunately there seemed no way to fix the problems. Each Ultra Belt continued to increase her horniness while slowly making her dumber with each hour she wore it! And yet the payoff of what the new nanobot technologies could do for her in fighting crime seemed to more than make up for it!

The new force field alone had saved her life numerous times. And as she stepped in front of the second Ultra Belt chamber she had to smile. For here was her next big Ultra Belt break through, her first Wade bot costume! No more stripping down naked somewhere and slipping on a red white and blue bikini in some dim alley way or hoping that her boots and mask didn’t fall out of her large purse when some yahoo accidentally kicked it over in the coffee shop. With this belt, UB-2 Brenda could now flash change into Ms. Americana in an eye blink. All she had to carry with her was just the gold belt its self, no more bulky boots or cuffs or ear rings or choker or any of it! This Ultra Belt let her summon her Ms. Americana costume with a touch of a button! The large red ‘A’ to be precise. Of course it could just as easily cause the costume to vanish just as suddenly with the same press of a button as Brenda found out to her utter humiliation and embarrassment on several occasions!

That brought her to Ultra Belt three, UB-3. This belt used a mental command to summon her costume, but that meant the Wade bots had to be active at all times. This brought about a new base design in which the belt now had a slot for the power battery and a slot for her gene generator and her force field and another battery slot to help power that and another slot that contained her costume and another slot that contained one complete set of civilian wardrobe which she would wear as Brenda Wade and which also contained a masking effect to somewhat alter the belts appearance in the Brenda Wade form so she didn’t look like Brenda was wearing Ms. Americana’s power belt. This set up made up for her basic patrol belt and she still wore variations of it to this day. It allowed her to walk about Delta City as Brenda Wade and in a flash turn into the costumed Ms. Americana and it allowed Brenda to have the protective force field and extra strength and agility and healing powers at all times even in her civilian guise. It also meant that she was wearing the belt continuously and thus prone to its side effects of steadily increasing horniness and decreasing intelligence but so far Brenda had been able to work around that. There were several UB-3 belts carouseling around in the case, each containing a different Brenda Wade civilian outfit as once a template had been entered into an empty slot on a power belt it became wielded to that belt and could not be removed. Hence the long line of cylinders containing Brenda’s Specialty Ultra Belts. At least four UB-3 belts had become lost during use and consequentially Brenda had developed a simple destruct sequence to destroy all and any UB belt that was removed from her body and not put into a stasis storage pod like those before her or had come back into contact with her body before twenty four hours were up. She couldn’t afford such powerful technology falling into the wrong hands. Even if it meant she found her self buck naked in some remote strong hold chained to a wall and knowing her power belt that she had worn there now no longer existed!!!!

There was UB-4 which was her underwater belt. Since each belt had a limited number of slots it could support, this belt contained the basic battery for the gene generator, a battery and slot for the force field, and one more battery for the slot containing a basic patrol bikini outfit, and one last battery to power the slot containing the underwater diving outfit with re-breather. That filled the belt and left no slot for any further templates nor additional batteries. This meant that the batteries powering her belt could keep each one of these microbot constructions intact for roughly 72 hours before running out of juice, each micro bot Wade bot constructed garment would continue without battery support in a cohesive form for about ten hours. So if Brenda lost her belt the costumes would keep intact for ten hours, but the force field and gene generator that increased her powers had to be in constant contact with a power belt and functioning battery in order to work. It was with this belt she had defeated the Pirate King on several occasions!

UB-5 was her space belt. It contained the basic gene generator and power battery, the force field and battery, (each slot always required its own battery in a separate support slot in order to be brought into existence and often to continue said existence once the Wade bots had been templated into the desired form.), another battery and her flashy patriotic colored space suit. The initial space suit had a basic bikini costume underneath it as part of its template but this pushed the template to its limit and in order to conserve battery power, Brenda destroyed the first UB-5 belt and this current belt had no under garments under the space suit and no ability to create any.

UB-6 was her stealth belt. It contained only a single slot for a stealth costume and all the rest of the slots had to be power batteries, such was its constant drain of power to use it. When put on and turned on it created an almost invisible field around her making her nigh invisible to cameras and the naked eye if she remained in the shadows, the brighter the light the less effective the suit. And in full spotlight she was rendered utterly visible and naked. When the belt power ran out she was also left visible and naked. It was a situation she accepted and the belt had served her well in several sneaking operations deep in mountainous lairs!

UB-7 was a basic patrol belt, but in place of the usual kinetic force field there was a magic resistance force field. It protected her from magic based attacks but left her vulnerable to physical attacks. Naturally the usefulness any power belt was in proper planning BEFORE one was neck deep in a situation. There was nothing worse than bringing the wrong belt to a fight!

UB-8 was her jungle belt. A camouflaged outfit and additional equipment such as canteen and bush knife and climbing gear. As such this was also the belt she wore for mountain climbing as well. There were additional tweaked UB-8 belts just as there were for UB-3 that were tailored made for desert survival and artic survival as well. It was with the UB-8 belt that Brenda decided to add the more discrete and yet some what vital ‘the PILL’ feature. It was then incorporated into the new patrol UB-3 design and any other belt that could support the additional feature. It had to be a shared function as all the belts were all ready filled up in all available slots and since a belt could not be remade once it was fused, it meant destroying and replacing the belt with a new belt. so it was a lengthy process and was only added to what were ‘patrol’ belts and not the specialty belts. The feature was added to the basic ‘suit’ template and thus the suits of such belts had to be made much smaller in coverage to compensate with this new shared feature. Basically the feature acted as a constantly active anti-pregnancy pulse wave that would sterilize the womb from any attempted seeding. There was some honest questionability of such a feature being needed as it only worked on human male seamen and an Aphrodite gene woman was almost impossible to become impregnated from such a common male, and it had no effect upon other creatures seed or spore, and it exponentially increased the arousal state of the wearer at the moment of penetration of the vagina to an extreme degree, and it also increased the natural susceptibility of the wearer to sleeping induced attacks! That is attacks of sleeping gas or drugs attempting to render the wearer unconscious. And yet Brenda had insisted upon putting it in most of her patrol belts and it was of course always a feature of every thus far failed attempt of creating an UB power belt for Lydia!

UB-9 was her united league belt. It contained her unique united league costume which she wore when she was called upon to group up with other super heroines in the Super League United Team Squad to combat exceptionally evil usually other worldly hostile forces. She considered herself the team leader but it was Fly Woman in her secret ex-Breeder space base that monitored situations and made the initial call for the squad to assemble. One had to wear the special outfits of the league as normal costumes disintegrated upon Fly Woman using her teleport beams!

UB-10 was her size changing belt. she could grow as large as twenty feet in height or shrink down to only a few inches high. As with the stealth belt it contained nothing but power batteries and the single size changing feature.

UB-11 was her time traveling belt, same as the stealth and size changing belt it contained only power batteries and its sole ability to travel in time. It’s use always causes her to arrive stark naked and dazed. She can only leap forward or backward in time to a single preset point carefully templated into the belt before hand and then return back at her leisure to her own time before the batteries are drained dry.

UB-12 was her flying belt. Every time she had used it, it had caused sever cases of uncontrollable lust, but her envy at Omega Woman and other super heroines flight abilities means she insists upon using it instead of relying on them to carry her! When her custom Saber Jet was too flashy or not practical and flight was a necessity this is the belt she reached for, it contained only one other non-power battery slot and this was used up for her force field so it meant she had to wear a cloth costume and she had a doozy!!!

UB-13 and all the belts through UB-15 had either been lost during use or destroyed by herself in her disintegration machine, only to be remade over and over again in various forms. These belts had either proved to have had side effects too detrimental for future use or had simply not quiet had gone as planed. One belt indeed, UB-14 had been Brenda’s penultimate attempt to get rid of the Ultra Belts limitations of power batteries by replacing them with a simple single one slotted power receiver which would accept a continuous invisible power beam from a Wade satellite. The problem was a rather tricky villain named, Booby Trap had some how managed to get control of the satellite and left Ms. Americana running through the streets of Washington D.C. stark naked while the belts powers were jump teleported/transported onto various random Aphrodite gene women whom the Booby Trap then mind controlled and made do his nefarious will. Which seemed to hinge entirely of breaking into buildings and milking any woman who had an Aphrodite gene?! Booby Trap had managed to connect a larger version of his infamous Booby Bazooka, a strange large shoulder mounted finger trigger fired weapon that was aimed at the breasts of the target, that discharged a luminescent knock down beam that also triggered near crippling orgasms in Aphrodite gene women and which then began to milk the breasts sending the stolen milk back up the beam to the storage bottles on the Booby Bazooka, to the Wade satellite. Luckily he seems not to have fully grasped this powerful combination of mind controlled would be Ms. Americana’s running rampant through the nations capital hand milking the wives of congressmen and a space satellite platform firing booby milking ray and Brenda destroyed all the compromised belts she had worn in taking him down as well as the satellite its self. Other botched variations of failed UB-13 and UB-15 belts had been one that had turned Brenda into a Ms. Americana gorilla and another that had given her powers over insects but turned her into an almost mindless plant creature!

This left only one last Ultra Belt, UB-16. This was more an accident rather than a design of conscious intent and its strange look bore this out. Unlike the other power belts which were worn tightly around the waist, this one was worn on the upper thigh and not around the waist. Brenda wore Lydia’s test bed Ultra Power Belt around her thigh as the girl had an, eckhem, slightly smaller waist than Brenda’s but this belt was its own beast and it had to be worn as close to the clitoris as possible in order to be effective. Hence it was worn as a garter up high on the leg so that the large red jewel like sphere set in its gold band would rub up against the clitoris and function properly.

By the time Brenda had designed Ultra Belt three, the power belt based on Wade bots had so increased in their interactive powers with her Aphrodite gene structure, that she had ceased to age at all. Not only that but she noticed with the latter specialty belts as she was forced to increase the number of power batteries and increase the power of each battery as well, that prolonged use or wearing of an UB belt not only slowly increased her horniness and lowered her problem solving abilities into a ditzy cock obsessed air head, but it started to reverse the aging process. It was making her younger!!

Thus was born, UB-16. With this belt, Brenda Wade could become a teenager again! At least for twenty-four hours at which time the process was automatically reversed. There were complications. First UB-16, as Brenda referred to her teenage self, had no memories at all after the moment of transforming. She had no idea she was Brenda Wade or Ms. Americana, for all intense purposes she was her own unique super heroine! A brand new teenage super heroine just making her start in the war on crime! Like wise when UB-16 reverted back into being Brenda Wade, Brenda had no memory of anything she had done as UB-16! Because of this, Brenda put any info or messages for UB-16 into the power belt its self. And in a bid against possible discovery, the ever wary capital industrialist super heroine made the recordings from Ms. Americana to UB-16 as if Ms. Americana was using UB-16 as a super secret helper! So far Brenda had not attempted to use the scarcely tested UB-16 belt outside the controlled states of the lab and had of course not mentioned its existence to Lydia, who was already showing signs of insecurity about her position as Ms. Americana’s side kick, Flag Girl. But now with Lydia who Brenda had always relied upon to do her most deep undercover work amongst the youth set out of commission until Brenda could create a working model Ultra Belt for her, the time seemed to have come for Brenda Wade/Ms. Americana to take the new UB-16 out for its first test run! Because as she had feared since deciding to side line Lydia/Flag Girl, a pressing problem had arisen and hence Brenda’s binge at trying to solve the Lydia Ultra Belt problem, but that had failed and now Brenda had no choice but to go undercover as UB-16 in….

THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF ADVENTURE ISLAND

Lydia Welles, the ward of Brenda Wade and side kick extraordinaire to the world famous super heroine Ms. Americana, stood wide eye and gazing in her pink bed room excitedly turning her new power belt over and over in her hands. She had just rescued the belt from certain extinction from Brenda’s secret privet lab and the disintegration machine just hours before and now holding the glittering gold belt under her pink frilled circus elephant lamp she gleefully studied the telltale back of the belt with her large piercing sky blue eyes. The back of the belts were segmented into a serious of compartments and a trained experienced eye could tell what was wielded into each compartment by the light fused patterns that were caused at the moment of sealing the belt compartment shut upon the singular component it contained.

Lydia could make out a power battery and there was a gene generator and another power battery and ANOTHER GENE GENERATOR?! That was really odd? The gene generator was the gizmo that made her pussy all wet and hungry for… well boy things! and her boobies all tingly but some how it also let her leap over the cab of a truck in a single one handed vault and pick up the back end of a motor cycle and flip it up into the air. She must need two of them because her Aphrodite gene wasn’t fully awakened yet?! She had long guessed that may have been the problem that Brenda was having in making her new Ultra Belt. But after several weeks after Brenda had taken her non-Wadebot belt from her after almost getting killed (in Brenda’s over protective eyes!!!) in their last outing with the Nightmare Witch and her wax figure goon squad, Lydia had begun to guess that Brenda wasn’t having so much trouble with making the belt as she was with accepting that Lydia could start handling more of the dangerous stuff in the crime fighting! And here was the proof! Brenda had finished her belt but had then set it aside to destroy it! Obviously Brenda didn’t think Lydia could handle herself out there anymore and it was up to Lydia to prove her wrong!!

Lydia pondered the belt further. There was another battery that was linked to her suit, but it was also linked to her BRAND NEW FORCE FIELD!!!! COOL!!! But weird that it shared a battery? Usually you didn’t do that. One battery for one template slot and one item in a template slot (the non-battery slot being powered by the battery slot connected directly next to it would contain the micro nano Wade bots that would be used via the fixed template of that slot to create around the wearers body whatever it was that they were suppose to create!), so since the slot that contained her new force field shared not only a battery but also shared a template with her costume, that could only mean that her force field was either not very powerful or else her costume was…really really small?! Lydia gulped and her hands shook a little, but what the beans! She now had her own microbot force field just like Ms. A! and she could now flash transform into her costume! No more wearing it under her school uniform, Gawd! That drover her crazy! Too much clothing made her nipples itch and just felt too hot and confining! Made her like all Aphrodite gene girls tug and pull at their clothes in increasing frustration until it drove them mad or they just yanked them loose! She hated that! But now she would be able to just think to herself to transform into her costume and WHAMO!! FLAG GIRL!! Look out you ugly stuper villains! With just a focused thought the Wade bots would erupt out of their containment field in their template compartment and invisibly whirl around her body and FOOSH! goodbye ugly strangling clothes, hello beautiful powerful ME! HA! POW! You stupid men!!! Here’s a kick to your stupid boy parts!!! HA!

She frowned and held the belt closer to the rooms sole light, bumping the ceramic elephant upon his nose, hmmmmmmm, there didn’t seem to be a slot for her street clothes. So that meant she could transform from her cloth clothing into her microWadebot Flag Girl uniform but her street clothes would be destroyed, vaporized in the process and she wouldn’t have a set of civilian clothes to replace them? Well, it wasn’t that big a deal. After busting heads of stupid boys there was always enough time after smiling for the press and signing autographs for a leisurely wave and walk back to the Ms. Americana car. Lydia’s face soured for a second, why don’t “I” have my OWN car?! Instead of that stupid moped! GEEESH!!!!

WHOA! Was that a THIRD?! Gene generator?! And another battery for that. Ummm, yeah that seemed like a lot. To have three of those suckers going at the same time, well yeah. Just the one on her old belt had her soaking her shorts after an hour or two and these were the new Wadebot generators, Brenda said the Wade bots interacted directly with the Aphrodite gene at the genetic/cellular level and thus were like ten times more, er, powerful but also… kinda made you even hornier. Gosh. I mean, I can handle it of course, it ain’t that big a deal. I mean, it’s not like I am a kid anymore. I am a woman now. I mean I got a drivers license and everything! Well, I will have once I pass the test. Stupid homeless person! What was he doing in the middle of the side walk anyway?!

Lydia straightened up from the lamp and pulled up her tight red shirt revealing her soft lean abs and hurriedly placed the UB-1FG power belt around her slim waist. I won’t turn it on until I need to transform into my Flag Girl outfit, since it ain’t got no civvies for me to transform back into, Lydia thought to herself as she pulled the tight shirt back down over the belt and her sprayed on navy blue jeans. She grabbed a white jacket off her bed and her Hello Kitty backpack and rushed out of the room and down the main marble stair case into the great hall of Wade Manor.

Lydia slipped the unsealed pink envelop out of the top of her half unzipped back pack and planting a bright red lipstick kiss on it set it on the small round table in the center of the room, carefully propping it up against the large vase of flowers were Brenda would surely see it first thing in the morning coming up from the secret entrance to her privet lab that was behind the long line of trophy cases bracketing the great hall.

The brief note told Brenda that Lydia was taking her advice and going to visit her friend Stephanie for a couple of weeks as it was summer break and not keep mopping about the place and harassing Brenda endlessly about how her new belt was coming along. She apologized for being such a pest and told her to call her immediately if she had any break through on the new belt design and she would be home in a flash!

It was all bunk of course. Lydia had no intention of wasting her summer vacation over at stuffed shirt Stephanie’s! Lydia had brought Brenda information about several strange occurrences at the recently reopened Adventure Island, but Brenda was so caught up worrying about Lydia getting hurt and pretending to be working on Lydia’s new belt that she had shown no interest at all in this suspicious information?! That was fine, it was a perfect chance for Lydia to use her new belt and once again regain Brenda’s and Ms. Americana’s utter and complete faith and trust in her and stop thinking of her as some kind of helpless kid!!!

Lydia quickly crossed the marble floored forayer and paused with open door in hand as she looked anxiously behind her, this would be her first solo adventure. She bit her lip and then nodded her head, her long pony tailed golden locks dancing upon her shoulders. And promptly shot through the large main double doors and swung the enormous portal closed behind her rushing to the waiting and honking taxi cab beyond,

The shutting door raised a light swoosh of air that jangled the flowers in the large six hundred year old vase and sent Lydia’s carefully penned note and envelop slipping off the small round table where it glided in a fast graceful arch under a nearby wooden bench and disappeared out of sight.

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“Can you hear me?” The girl grabbed her head and slowly pulled her self upright from the rumpled blanket into a half sitting half slouched lying position. It felt like she was covered in molasses and that the dark all around her was struggling to pull her back down to a prone position. She gave up resisting and fell back into darkness.

“this message will keep repeating until you physically turn it off via pressing and holding the large red sphere in the power belt upon your thigh by depressing and holding it for twenty seconds…….Hello. This is Ms. Americana. I know you are probably still feeling the, er, side effects of your power belt transformation, but try and focus on my voice….. Can you hear me? Try and concentrate on what I am saying to you.”

The girl sat upright one hand propping her up into a sitting position the other clamped to her spongy feeling forehead. The inky blackness wasn’t so inky black anymore. She was inside some kind of roughly built room. Under the blanket the floor was of lose dirt and light filtered in through slats in the rough hewn walls. ‘I’m under something,’ she thought through her rubbery spinning head. Her hair kept falling down over her face. “Hell-llo?” her voice was raspy and her throat was tight and hurt. “where are you?” the room seemed deserted.

“this is a prerecorded message. You have just used your exceptional Aphrodite gene powers to transform into your super heroine state. This has undoubtedly left you a bit groggy and dazed. It will pass. The important thing is for you to gather yourself up and get your bearings. Your transformation will have left you with little or no memory of anything of yourself and your life prior to its taking effect. Do not worry about this. This is normal, er, for you. Automatically in 24 hours you will transform back into your civilian self. It is imperative that you be naked for this transformation just as it was for this transformation.”

The girl looked down at her naked body as her eyes continued to adjust to the gloom. “HEY! Where are my clothes!? You pervert!”

“You will find an assortment of civilian attire and possible super heroine costume tops and bottoms in the large metal foot locker in front of you.” The girl peered around her in the still hazy dark and saw the aforementioned trunk to her right and slightly behind her.

“just ignore the civilian clothes on the ground over there… they don’t have anything to do with this. ‘cough!’ Now this is important, your other self, your civilian self has agreed to help me, Ms Americana the cities for most famous and foremost respected super heroine, in doing some undercover investigating into some questionable on going deeds at a newly opened amusement park called, Adventure Island. That is were you are now. That is, on the island in Delta City Bay.”

The wobbly legged girl dropped the woman’s still damp swim suit and swim fins that were lying over in the corner of the slopping ceiling room that she had been told to ignore and leaned blinking toward one of the gaps in the un-jointed slatted walls of the room and yelped as she staggered back from the view. There were people out there!!! She held hands up before her as she bent down to cover up her nudity. “where the hell am I?”

“You are in fact underneath one of the wooden support pillars for the ‘caterpillar ride.’ Don’t worry no one saw you sneak in here and you are quiet safe until you are dressed and ready to venture forth.”

There was a loud banging noise behind her and the young girl turned in fear to see to her utter shock a small wooden door set in the side of the horizontal paneled wall give way and two men silhouetted in the small mouth opening begin to peer and shuffle around! “I tell ya I saw a woman in a swim suit sneak herself and a large box in here about an hour ago while I was way up on the Titty Twister. I called it in but no one showed up and I never saw her come out. You can see that the chain and lock are missing from the hasp.”

“But what would she want in here?” A small flash light clicked on and the two men crawled though the small door and followed its swinging beam and paused for a second still half crouched from transferring through the cramp opening until standing upright and shuffling around the small dirt floored enclosure.

“I dono. Maybe that box was a bomb or sumtang?”

“If it were a bomb wouldn’t she hightail it once she had set it?”

“Well I was working you know so maybe she left when I was busy and I didn’t see her? I wasn‘t about to climb all that way back down until I had fixed the light box. Now was I?”

“More likely some kids sneaking in for some putang!”

“Look here’s the box!
:And here’s a blanket! Told ya! Just some kids getting it on! What’s in the box?”

“Hmmmm. Nothing but some woman’s clothes?”

“No bomb, eh?”

“Well it could have been.”

“Must have been some homeless person trying to set up a squatter shack?”

“On an island?”

“Well…”

“These seem awfully nice clothes. OH! And look there’s some swim suits! Kinda small. All girls stuff. Why hide it in here and just leave it?”

“Don’t know but doesn’t seem to be anything harmed or touched. All the support beams look alright. Let’s take the box and blanket back to the office and see if anyone shows up to claim it latter.”

“No one would be that stupid to show and claim this stuff after breaking in here and hiding it.”

“Well maybe it’s stolen property. That woman you saw might have stole it out of the hotel and then brought it here to hide it. Or dragged it up here from the cabanas down at the beach?”

“Who would steal a bunch of clothes? Hey, here‘s a wet black swim suit and some swim fins lying over here. She must have taken these off and put on sumtang out of the trunk before she left?”

“Perhaps she thought it contained ‘SUMTANG’ more valuable or maybe she took what she wanted out of it and tossed the rest in here? Or maybe she hid her trunk in here because was down at the beach all day yesterday and stayed behind when the last ferry left and the park closed but didn‘t have a room back at the hotel?”

“Humph. ‘supose.”

“Throw the rest of those clothes you found lying there in here and grab the other end of the trunk and we’ll get it back to the office. I want to get out of these damn cobwebs!”

The men lugged the trunk back through the small opening and the paneled door banged shut behind them, but their muffled voices continued for a second or two, “And grab another lock and chain from the utility building and seal this thing back up. I don’t want any kids getting back in there again!”

“Alight. Alright!”

The girl slowly lowered herself down out of the support rafters of the slopping roof of the shack. She dropped to her feet and began to brush the cobwebs and dirt best she could from her long hair. There had been a moment of panic but she had finally got that stupid taped message to shut up by holding down the red sphere in the metal band that was securely strapped and apparently locked in place to her upper thigh. The red half globe stuck out just enough to seem to rub up against her girly parts as it thrummed and vibrated and hummed softly. It kept her clit rock hard and the thing in turn had enough wet and dry pussy juice on it that it looked a lot like a glazed ham!

Well… she crept toward the shut door brushing her palms together. There was nothing for it, either she stayed hidden in here and waited to be locked in or else she left now and fast before one or both of those men came back with the means to seal up that door and trap her. She glanced down at her naked body in the dim half light and tossed her head back and to the side shaking her thick mane of black hair out of her face. Her hair fell back and the ends of it easily brushed the center curves of her round full tight bubble butt ass. Hmmm, I could pull my hair forward over my breasts and hide my nipples that way? It won’t be much but it would be a start. Regardless it means a mad streaker sprint until I can find some clothes! She reached behind her and tilted her head and body as she grabbed her long thick curly hair and pulled it forward over her small ivory shoulders to cover her breasts. She gasped in awe, “shit my tits are huge!! Ohmygawd!! I must be at least a G-cup!!! Wow!” she stared at her breasts and marveled at how soft and yet firm they were. They seemed to point straight out from her other wise waifish body and despite being so heavy and round and globular, projected straight out like a mountain range. “It’s like they defy gravity?!” Well there was little chance that her unruly hair no matter how long and thick it was, was going to help hide THOSE things! She gave it a try anyway, jogging in place holding her hair with one small graceful hand in front of her very very hairy naked pussy. With just a few bounds her tits exploded out of her attempt at a hair one piece swim suit and jostled around. “Maybe if I just try and walk?” Nope. Even just walking didn’t work, her tits seemed to be made out of nothing but springs and pogo sticks! Even just breathing had them shuddering and wiggling all over the place!! She giggled at them feeling immense pride. Super heroine indeed! Even just trying to hold her hands over her nipples wasn’t working very well. Her nipples were large and very puffy and hard and slipped out repeatedly from behind her small cupped hands futile attempts to cover them. She suddenly remembered the monotonous recording. Now what was she suppose to do? Something about helping Ms. Americana by infiltrating or spying or… oh yeah! She was suppose to find out about some missing girls or something? And it was important too! Real super heroine stuff! She must be like utterly awesome to do this instead of Ms. Americana! Wonder what my powers are? Other than making ever dick hard in a ten mile radius! Teeheeheee! Well if I can’t sneak ‘em out then I’ll just flaunt ‘em out! And with that the lusty hottie strutted her self up to the small door and banged it open squeezed through it on all fours and standing up tall and proud tossed her wild curled mane back behind her and sauntered out into bright daylight, chest thrust forward, hands on hips, and smile big and bright!

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Lydia Welles was proud as a peach! She had managed to hide her real identity and get a job at Adventure Island under the fake name of Trish Allen. Trish Allen, was a name Lydia had created years ago for her little secret internet adventures! After all a girl who was as horny as she constantly was and yet utterly forbidden to let any boy touch her needed some kind of release! And donning a pair of thick black rimmed glasses and tucking up her long golden silky tresses under a short bobbed cut ginger red wig, Lydia was reborn as Trish! Her combination of cute nerdy girl hottie looks and her stunning body had quickly made her a VERY! Popular girl on the net! She felt there was nothing wrong with making videos of herself exercising naked as that was how she exercised anyway or dancing while changing for bed because she liked to dance and a girl had to change for bed sometime right? and posting it on various web sites, and Brenda kept her on such an impossibly stingy allowance that the large amounts of money she made from her harmless hobby kept her in the latest trends at school without once having to flip a burger!!! If a girl’s got it why not use it!! Over the years Lydia had even developed a whole other persona for Trish, right down to her funky almost hickish rube accent and sexy slutty walk! So it was simple enough to bring Trish out of the locked bedroom and into the bright light of Adventure Island. The only problem was Lydia never really understood just HOW popular and well known her Trish Allen had become. Lydia’s Trish had always been one way. There was never any feedback, live chat, Lydia filmed her creation and then sold the finished pieces to various sites. Sure there were the comment boxes and the thirty forty thousand hits registered the made her so proud and prompted her to both up the ante of her price and the boundaries of her Trish performances, but she had no idea about the thousands of pirated images and videos and the fan sites and what not. When it came to fan sites she always searched for the Flag Girl ones and left messages there, it had simply never occurred to her that her Trish Allen could not only become as popular as Flag Girl, but even more shocking if she had known it, MORE famous than Flag Girl?!

The fat balding man in the Island Adventure Inc, personnel office back on the mainland had of course recognized the world infamous slut cock tease Trish Allen at once and had rushed to process her application and get her set up as a new employee at Adventure Island. He knew his boss was looking for just such a girl and he himself escorted her down to the ferry docks carrying her back pack and filling her ears with all kinds of reassurances and answers to the little air head cock teases questions. He even stayed and waved goodbye to her as the boat left the pier and headed out to the small island a quarter of a mile out in the bay.

Lydia as Trish had wasted no time after settling down into her small dorm like room in the upper back floors of the large Adventure Island Hotel and putting on her, eckhem, uniform which consisted of nothing but a way too tight see through white boob tube top emblazoned with the blue Adventure Island logo, and an even tighter pair of light blue deeply camel toeing terry cloth short shorts! With the words in large white letters, ‘GRAB SOME FUN!” stenciled in a high arch right over the seat! And got to work digging up any and all information about the park and its history. Since she was investigating the suspicious disappearance of several young women who had been last seen either heading to the island on the ferry or else who were working as employees and staying on the island during it’s four month season, it may have seemed a waste of time to delve into the history of the place instead of just asking around about the missing girls but Lydia was no fresh off the boat rookie! She knew that no matter how pressing it was to find out what happened to these girls the past way to garner information was through a roundabout bored approach of idle off hand fill the time questions or else make use of her womanly assets on the males in power! But so far she hadn’t had much opportunity to approach many of the males in charge except for the low level bouncer types who constantly walked the park and its grounds and made it a point to keep their paws of the ‘goils‘, and the only other people she seemed to have seen so far by her fourth day of work was fellow teen female workers, oh and horny disgusting male customers!!!!! Blech!

From brochures and inquiries and some quick internet searches, Lydia had found out the following about the history of Adventure Island: in the early 1900’s Delta City had been cursed by the fiendish Fengshui who left some kind of revenge machine buried under the city that caused all the men’s peepee’s to shrivel up and go limp. This left the women naturally rather, er, frustrated in their personal needs department. And some of those women, who seem to have out numbered the men by quiet a lot, found solace in one another’s company. But the men didn’t like this and they made it illegal for women to do that, but it sort of went on anyway. Some women still wanted the company of men and not other women and apparently there were several secret places called ‘cock clubs’?! where young men where brought in from outside the radiance of the machines reach and they, er, serviced the women as needed. But even these men fell victim to the machines power after a few days and so new batches of young virile men had to be constantly shipped in.

The men who ran Delta City didn’t like this. They said that the cock clubs were being run by a group of women who called themselves, ‘tuggies’ and that these women wanted to over throw the order of things and rule a world of subjected men?!

Then Ms. Americana came along and she busted up the machine and all the men could get their little peepee’s back up straight again but not before all the women rose up and demanded that they could and should be allowed to run things in the city too. The men didn’t like this and there were lot of nasty stuff for like ever. At the time the larger island in Delta City Bay had been an amusement family fun park called, “FUN ISLAND” but the men in power said it was secretly owned by the tuggies and so they shut it down.

And it remained shut down and abandoned until a few years back when some mysterious foreign investor bought it up and started refurbishing it as the new amusement park now called, “Adventure Island“. The new park was an adults only park. That is you had to be at least 18 or have a fake I.D. saying you were 18 to get on the ferry and cross over to the park. The park still had some broadly common amusement rides and video game arcades and game booths that one could find in almost any amusement park, but it also now had a lot of rides and games that were definitely NOT for children or apparently anyone over thirty as they wouldn’t let you on the ferry if you were under 18 or over 30. Despite this the whole park seemed rather tame from what Lydia had seen. Most of the customers were horny crude males in their twenties some times with girlfriends in tow, and they acted and enjoyed the park as if they were on some extended all summer long spring break. All the hourly employees were teen age girls in tight revealing outfits working the summer for money for college tuition or cars or rent, the pay was better than most summer part time jobs and room and board were free. The bosses were all old fat balding men, and sometimes groups of VIP fat greasy old men walked around despite the no one over thirty rule, slapping the butts of the skimpily clad workers and occasionally pinching a nipple or two but tipping heavy with fistfuls of twenties as the girls forced giggles through clenched teeth false smiles, but it wasn’t anything one wouldn’t see in some of the downtown public dance bars, and one could see much worse in the strip clubs on the edge of town.

No there were none of the over the top sexual harassment that one expected to see from a white slaver establishment and in fact the old geezers who ran the place were often slapping the young horny customers around and booting them off the island if they got too far out of control. Girls were in fact not allowed to ‘overly’ fraternize with the customers but were to keep a discrete distant but always smiling friendly demeanor at all times. Boys were not allowed into the back rooms of the all girl employees dorms and the girl workers were not allowed to mingle off hours with the paid guests. A strange fact that meant that every night Lydia wound her way up the cramped tiny serpentine passages of the back dorms and past the rows of small shut doors she was musically accompanied by the almost constant droning buzz of feverishly working vibrators as the sexually healthy girls fought off the summer doldrums and loneliness of being away from their boyfriends back on the mainland for an entire summer.

Lydia shook her head, there may not being any outward signs of white slavers working from the shadows, but six young girls had gone missing and the only connection lay in all their paths intersecting at Adventure Island! And when one considered that due to some weird quirky law from the early 1900’s the island it’s self was off limits to any of the local police and beyond their jurisdiction. However from the first disappearance the Adventure Island establishment had welcomed and almost insisted that the local authorities search the place from top to bottom and welcomed detectives who still occasionally returned to poke about the adult theme park. Still Lydia thought the openly bright and garish facility was hiding something about the girls disappearances and though she had concluded that the local low level geezers she had daily contact with knew nothing about it, those hidden bosses behind them surly did!!!!

Lydia wiggled and jiggled her way through the mostly closed and deserted booths. Though some of the hotel guests were wandering around chatting and taking in the sights, the midway didn’t officially open until 9 a.m. when the first ferry would drop off its horny gangs of teenage boys and twenty year old men playing hooky from work for the day to go ogle the young teen girls in their almost naked uniforms. Ugh! Lydia rolled her eyes at such a thought of yet another day of smiling at the tops of pudgy greasy men’s heads as they stared at her truly amazing deep cleavage and whistled their breath in over their slack jawed teeth as the early morning bay winds perked up her poking nipples that pressed up and out at the oh so thin and almost invisible white fabric of her tube top.

At least she had a good booth! It was obvious that the owners were giving her special treatment and they were no doubt being handsomely rewarded considering all the endless compliments the customers kept giving her! She had a room all to her self! No matter how cramped and tinny, it still was better than being tucked in a swarm of sweaty elbows and gawky knees into a slightly larger apartment with four other girls trying to sleep in shifts! Ugh! And her booth wasn’t one of those gawd! Awful ! Humiliating game booths were guys tried to toss rings onto over sized strapons that some girls were wearing as they spun around on swings while dressed up like little horses?! Sick bustards! No. She had gotten a gift booth. A sort of souvenir shop. It was a canvas flap booth down on the midway just like the game booths, hunkered down amidst the large loud rides, but all she had to do was take stuffed animals off of clips and hand them over to customers either for money or in exchange for tickets they had won at the game booths.

She really liked it because many of the stuffed figures were of ‘Puffy Penis’! like most girls who were born and/or raised in Delta City she had a large smiling warm hearted nostalgia for the cities unofficial mascot. Puffy was a some what short yellow fuzzy vaguely penis shaped character from the mid-1900’s. In a city were so many young girls were struggling through early puberties of the intensely uniquely horny Aphrodite gene verity and all the males being so ‘unable’ to meet their ever increasing needs. Puffy was a way to try and explain to them what was going on in them, to them, and around them, in a somewhat silly and funny way. Puffy always ‘wanted’ to do things in his over the top boisterous self confidence in his tv cartoons, live action stage plays, films, and newspaper strip comics, but somehow he always ended up failing and deflating down into a limp puddle while making a funny farting sound. He had become a marketing frenzy both within and outside the large city and was now a global icon on equal footing with mickey mouse and as instantly recognizable as the super man logo or the Ms. Americana saber jet whizzing through the skies at local air shows! He was a quiet lovable little character and had replaced Barbie as the most popular doll bought for girls between the ages of six and thirteen. It was no wonder that he could be found as a puffy sticker on most girls gym lockers or dangling from their key chains or on their school back packs. Hell even Brenda Wade had a big yellow Puffy Penis bumper sticker on her limo! And she had turned from one of the most hell raising horny teens in all of Delta Cities history into one of its more prudish staunch family values feminists! Matched perhaps only by the icy demeanor of the city’s stalwart champion, Ms. Americana herself!

Lydia had to smile at that idea as she neared her booth and the task of setting it up, Brenda and Ms. Americana were a bit of a stick in the mud. Especially for such a rather sexually free city as Delta City was. It was hard to imagine Brenda as a young horny normal teenage girl running around and winning all those trophies she still proudly displayed in the great hall of Wade Manor in the cock clubs of her youth! Or a young Ms. Americana, out on her first night patrols, slamming her booted heal into some snotty punks balls, or the first time she had her bra ripped off her huge jugs and feeling that first exhibitionist addictive thrill-

Lydia turned the corner rapidly and smacked headlong into a completely naked girl sending them booth backwards on to their young shapely assess! UGH! Lydia rolled up to her knees rubbing her still smarting head. “Hey! Watch where you are going!” she growled.

“Me?! You were the one not looking were you were going!” The long tressesed raven hair youth got to her knees rubbing her still smarting curvaceous impossibly tight ass.

Both girls stopped dead in their thoughts and stared at one another, they had never seen such a hot looking bitch before!!!

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“So Ms. Americana sent you too?” Lydia was hanging the plush stuffed fuzzy animals on their plastic zip strips as she set up her prize both.

“Oh! Puffy Penis! I love Penis!” the raven haired teen was clutching a large inflatable Puffy to her chest and giggling and smiling.

Lydia turned her head over her shoulder at the laughing girl and her frown vanished in a half laugh of her own. “Yeah, Puffy is cool. But I mean, why did Ms. Americana send you to Adventure Island?”

The girl looked up from her impossibly huge breasts that were straining against the too tight Adventure Land logo souvenir tank top that Lydia had given her to wear from the cardboard boxes of novelty clothing under the plywood counters of her both and the large yellow penis doll that was smothered there in her endless cleavage and with shinning eyes and a dopey wide grin blurted out, “I can’t believe that Trish Allen is Flag Girl! That is sooooo awesome! I mean like WOW! Here I am working along side the legend herself, Flag Girl! That is soooo utterly cool! This must be such an utterly wicked assignment for two such great super heroines such as our selves to be sent in on it!”

“Uh, yeah.” Lydia had a hard time tearing her eyes off the young girls buoyant bosom. It was as if those impossibly perfect enormous firm round udders had been wielded to her small lithe frame. Every time Lydia looked at the girl she felt all funky and weird. Super heroine Aphrodite gene women emitted very powerful pheromones that aroused both males and females to a high degree but this girl must have been a geyser of hottie hormones! Because Lydia had a definite little growing wet spot on her skin tight semitransparent deeply camel toeing short shorts from the second she had set eyes on the little scamp! “But listen, remember how my being Flag Girl is a secret and everything so shush. Okay?”

“Show me your power belt again!” the girl vaulted off the plywood counter that ran around the entire circuit of the canvas prize both and landed breasts thumping right up against Lydia.

“Okay, I’ll let you see it just once more, but no more touching it, okay?” Lydia swallowed, her head swimming at the impact of the youths hot soft body against her own and with her heart ticking in her throat pulled up her short little tie on white duck cotton apron that she wore to place ticket stubs in and kept some change in so she didn’t have to keep bending over to get at the cash box on the dirt floor of the both. ‘That little minx wants me sooo bad,’ Lydia thought to herself with a wet smirk.

“Ohhhhh,” the girl immediately began rubbing the revealed shimmering long thin golden belt. With her short shorts rising only up halfway on her full spherical butt cheeks, Lydia had no choice but to wear the belt around her slim waist by its self and not through the tiny rather for decorative purposes only belt loops on the short shorts themselves. “Flag Gir- I mean Trish, sorry, your power belt is so much neater than mine!”

“Hmm, let me see yours again.” The raven haired hottie instantly complied with Lydia’s thick murmured demand by yanking up the simple tie on apron that Lydia had given her as getting a pair of short shorts over that belt and sphere arrangement on her upper thigh had proved impossible. Instead Lydia had stuck upon the notion to give the little air head two of the ubiquitous white cloth change aprons which all the booth girls wore and the young ball of ceaseless energy was wearing one over her front and the other over her behind, though neither did much to cover the young girls, echem, zeal! “It is definitely a power belt using the same technologies as mine.” Lydia’s fingers kept brushing up against the girls thick deep patch of wet pubs and she kept pulling back her hand to rub at her sniffling nose to secretly drink in the rich virgin sent of the girls small drenched pussy only to quickly send her hand back to pretend to admire the odd belt while tangling her fingers in that luxurious fur. That said, Lydia was puzzled by the whole thing. Who was this girl? And why had ms. Americana sent her to Adventure Island? The girl didn’t know Ms. Americana’s true identity as Brenda Wade and luckily Lydia had caught herself just enough so that the girl now believed that Trish Allen was the secret identity of Flag Girl, but who was this girl? And more importantly did Brenda know that Lydia was on Adventure Island and this was her backup or was this her secret replacement?! The new Flag Girl?! The girl herself seemed hopeless in providing any answers. Something must have gone wrong with her transformation as she called it. She had no memories about anything prior to activating her power belt. Both girls continued to fondle one another’s power belts, I have never seen a belt like this one before? Lydia thought to herself and then noticed through fluttering heavy eyelids that the waif was greedily licking at her protruding nipples through her tube top!!! “Uhh,” Lydia reluctantly pushed the horny girl off her and held her with some difficulty at arms reach as she wiped the drool for her off her small quivering chin. “Okay!” deep breath. “Now lets try this again, shall we?” The young hottie in her arms had a glazed stare homed in on Lydia’s naughty nipples. Lydia kept the girl off her with one hand and used her other to try and yank her tube top back up to at least pretend to cover her large excited nipples. “Let’s try your name again. Do you remember yet your super heroine or civilian name yet?”

The girl at first could only shake her dazed head but then she recovered a little in face of her tidal waves of horniness and began to mumble, “my name? Er, Bre- Bre- Breee?”

“Bree? Your name is Bree. Well that is a start at least. You must be remembering some things as your transformation wears on. Can you remember what your super heroine name is?” Her belt is still active and I can sense that a very complex form of Wade bot technology is continuously active in an almost invisible aura all about her body, but she doesn’t seem to possess any great strength or powers of any kind?! I am completely stumped by all of this! It would seem that instead of transforming her into her costume and accenting her powers the movement she keyed her belt she instead lost her memory and her costume and has no powers what so ever other than an almost insane degree of healing capabilities. But no additional strength or agility that I can tell, though to lug those monster melons of hers around must take quiet a bit of ability of both!!!

“Uh, I can’t really remember though Ms. Americana in her pre-recorded message kept calling me, ‘UB-16’?” the girl paused in thought one finger in her wet glossy mouth.

“Can you replay the message back for us?” Lydia was grasping at straws now., as well as the horny girls wet snatch.

“Uh, uh, no. once I turned it off by pressing -oh gosh Trish that feels awfully good when you do that! I-I- can’t get it to play anymore. The belt just sits there and ohhhhh throbs as you are feeling it doooo- Ahhh- so nice isn’t it?”

Lydia reluctantly tore her hand away from the dripping hairy snatch and the power belt she kept insisting to herself that she was studying, and with a low throaty moan whispered hoarsely, “is there anything else you can tell me Bree?”

Bree suddenly snapped out of her near orgasmic revelry. “OH! I just remembered that it said I automatically transform back into my civilian self in twenty four hours!”

Lydia was breathing in the warm moist spicy sent of the young woman from her fingers as her eyelids fluttered, “Ahhh… yes. Twenty four hours. That is something. Yessss. Hmmm. Slurp!”

“Hello there Trish. Getting kind of a late start in setting up the prize booth aren’t we?”

Lydia snapped out of her sombulation and saw one of the short fat balding men who worked the grounds as supervisor walkers. He chomped his unlit cigar and waited for Lydia to respond. “Er, yes sir. I had to stop and help Terry set up her booth on a count of her sprained wrist>“

“Oh that’s fine, fine Trish. I was just giving yah some guff I wasn’t serious or nutting. Say! Is this a new goil!?” the man removed his half shredded stogie and smiled at Bree.

“Oh not really this is a friend of mine, Bree. She just came to sort of hang out for the day, I hope that is alright?” Lydia had to think fast! She quickly made as if she was hurrying to set up the booth and Bree joined in the bustle with her.

“Well, Trish you know we aren’t aloud to let our friends or family pal around with us on the Island during work hours.” Lydia turned her back on the shuffling man it was time to bring out the big guns! Lydia bent over and started rummaging in a cardboard box full of stuffed animals and plastic wrappings. “I-I- mean it IS a place of business.” Lydia began to slowly shake her ass back and forth as she slowly spread her stance, the white sneakers of her uniform crunching slightly as she rose up on her toes and slide her thighs wide. “It is sometimes hard-ah very hard- for us to remember this is a job. What with all this fun going on around us, but “ the man was starting to wheeze and cough. ‘Ms. Americana would be SO proud of her‘, Lydia though to herself, ‘she was always lecturing her on how to use her womanly wiles on stupid unwitting men in order to manipulate them into doing what YOU wanted, (“Shake it harder so they work it smarter!” Brenda always said!)’ Suddenly Bree was bent over next to Lydia. Lydia could feel Bree’s small hand lightly touch her burning rump as the girl helped Lydia dig in the large box. “our not having fun lets us help those others around us having fun-fu-fu-” Lydia suddenly remembered that Bree was only wearing two small aprons, bent over as she was in a mirror image of Lydia she must surly be flashing her naked wet pussy to the man! But this shocking thought was lost to her as she felt Bree in one smooth motion hook her thumb into Lydia’s short shorts and passing her hand lightly over Lydia’s round rump as she leaned further over the box, she passed off the motion as if she were simply helping herself with her balance as she shifted her weight. Lydia felt her short shorts obediently roll up and her large pink juicy pussy lips become embarrassingly exposed!!! “Holly Shit! Fuck’n A! Trish you can have your fucking friends over anytime you want goil! Somabitch!”

“Thanks sir!” Lydia and Bree both leapt up to their feet and turning around, waved after the moaning oddly limping man as he shambled off into the midway maze of rides and booths.

“He came in his pants- hard!” Bree giggled as she leapt up and down!

“Really?!” a blushing Lydia giggled as well.

“Ah huh! I could sense it! And it made me more powerful!” Bree grinned from ear to ear and flexed her muscle.

Lydia felt the proffered bicep and raised an eye brow, “so if a guy cums from your teasing him you get more power?!”

“Yep! Must be!” the young girl whirled around laughing.

“Well that may prove useful. After all you are built for teasing men into experiencing ‘cheesy noodle’!” A cheesy noodle was an old tuggie term which Ms. Americana often used that meant a man had ejaculated in his pants. It had become a common staple in her and Lydia’s super heroine banter for deriding a thug or humiliating a super villain in hopes of angering them into attacking blindly and it always made the two super heroines smile to use it! “Well if you only got today and tonight to help me find out about these lost girls then we better hurry and figure out what to do next!”

“Well, have your found out any leads yet?” Bree was still pogo sticking around the booth proud in her new found secret for drawing her powers out!

“Not really.” Lydia was getting turned on watching the girls bouncing bosom and her pussy flashes. “I looked every where, except the utility warehouse. But people are going in and out of there all day long, so I doubt they could hide six girls in there. I mean., even the police took search dogs in there and everything.”

“Then they must not be on the Island. Maybe they are on one of the smaller islands near by?” Lydia put her hands on the shoulders of the pronking kangaroo girl and smiled as she removed the inflatable Puffy Penis doll which Bree had failed to notice was still stuck between her immense cleavage of her too small tank top.

“Hmmmm, maybe you are right about that. But how could they get a girl off the island without anyone seeing them do it? Still, maybe… but first we will check the large utility warehouse first, just to be thorough and then we’ll see if the near by bird sanctuary island is suspicious or not. The small island is off limits to anyone so maybe there is some clue to be found on it? The girls may have been moved there and held for a while? The whole thing is just a mass of tangled trees but maybe there is a secret way into its heart?” Lydia took the inflatable penis doll and lightly bapped the grinning youth on the forehead with it, “in the meantime why don’t we try and increase your powers on the days customers as we are waiting for the park to close! Cheesy noodle!” Lydia shot her first up into the air with a laugh!

“Cheesy noodle!” Bree responded with another laugh and began bouncing up and down again! As unwitting mobs of horny un-expecting males began murmuring their way into the midway behind them.

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“Wow, Bree your powers must be completely charged up! I never saw so many guys get cheesy noodle like that before!” Lydia pressed her back against the tin corrugate outer wall of the large utility storage building.

The full moon light played across the smiling face of Bree as she leaned out past Lydia and peered into the rising fog of the summer night around the warehouse. “Thanks to your help Trish! I feel really strong and powerful now!”

“Cool! Think you can snap that paddle lock off the side door then?” Lydia nodded to the door just to her right directly under a bright spot light. There didn’t seem to be any security cameras on the island except around the hotel and entrance and exits, a fact much bemoaned by the police in their search for the missing girls.

“Sure thing, Trish!” the rambunctious waif shot past Lydia and putting a boot heal on the tin wall and two gloved hands on the chain and lock gave a grunt and snapped the links holding the hasp in a single lurching backwards lunge. The girl staggered a bit as the chain gave way and then gave Lydia the thumbs up and a wink from behind her mask.

After the park had closed and they had put things away in their booth and sealed the canvas flaps up, the two girls had retired to Lydia’s room and there had cobbled together a super heroine outfit for Bree or UB-16 as now Lydia reminded herself she should be called. The costume was a pair of red vinyl boots which Lydia had ‘barrowed’ from one of her neighbors and some more ‘barrowed’ bits and pieces from the rather outlandish sex costumes that some of the girls wore in their game booths. A plastic short skirt, a red plastic halter top with a large penis shape cut out over the center to the breasts, where UB-16’s cleavage pushed up and out! And a mask which embarrassingly for Lydia Bree had made out of a pair of Lydia’s silk panties! ‘If only she had let me wash them first!’ an exasperated and blushing Lydia thought to herself.

Lydia moved out of the shadows along the tin ribbed wall and into the spotlight next to UB-16, “alright lets go in and search this place for clues!”

“Uh, shouldn’t you transform into your costume first, Trish?” Lydia looked down at her Adventure Island uniform and where Bree’s plastic red racing gloves nicked from the near by go-cart track were pointing at her little white change apron still tied around her slim waist.

Lydia bit her thick sensuous lip. She had been somewhat dreading this moment. What if the untested belt didn’t work properly? It took a large containment tube back at the Hall of Glory buried miles under Wade Manor to recharge the Ultra Belts batteries so Lydia had not dared fire the sucker up until the last possible second she needed it, but now was the time for Flag Girl to make her appearance and little Trish Allen to pack it in for the night! “You’re right of course!”: Lydia Welles/Trish Allen, pulled up the hem of her change apron and gave one last apprehensive look at the glinting gold band wrapped around her taunt smooth stomach and took a deep breath, ‘three! Gene generators?! Well here goes!’ she closed her eyes and focused her thoughts…. “And by the way it’s Flag Girl now!“

There was a flash of near blinding light and Bree staggered back despite herself throwing up a shielding arm before her squinting eyes. As she blinked away the stars there stood a tall lanky statuesque pony tailed blonde with fluttering eye lids and drooling mouth smiling broadly at her! Bree’s already large eyes widened as she glanced down taking the firm young hottie before her all in, “Gosh! Were is your costume at?! It‘s postage stamps, Trish! Postage stamps! Postage stamps and some little bits of dental floss string!” Bree’s normal glossy giggly grin pursed into a frown and her eyes fell away in thought, “Wait… Why have I heard that before…” Bree shook her etch-o-sketch head back into her usual broad bubbling beaming smile.

Flag Girl took a second to focus her eyes, the waves of intense pleasure coursing through every cell of her body had her desperately fighting back the oh so near wall of orgasm! “Wha- What?! My costume?” Flag Girl blinked down at her tight curvaceous young body. Where her usual costume of thigh length modest red and white striped skirt and scarcely midriff baring blue and white star spangled halter top with a modest star cut out should have been now there was… well, a LOT of naked skin!!! Her red right and blue left white star sprinkled small wrist gloves shot up over her new costume as if to hover there as if to cover and then to shrug as she gapped at her new outfit. Her top was simply two white stars nestled over her perky nipples and held in place by the invisible field of micron Wade bots that covered her skin in a slight glow and passed through the cells of her tingling aroused body. The stars kept altering their size, shrinking down to were they scarcely covered any of her naughty nipples and then expanded back to just barley covering the teenagers large erect puffy areolas! Her proud blonde snatch of pubic hair easily shown around the edges of a tiny white pair of thong panties that had a large blue star just above her joy cannel! There were a pair of tiny white go-go stiletto heeled boots on her feet and a worried hand shot up to be some what relived to find her eye mask still of the normal size! As she watched the suit changed from a base collar of all white to blue then to red and them back to white and then blue and then red with the stars shifting color as well! “I guess Ms. Americana DOSE think of me as a full grown woman now?!” The blushing Flag Girl gushed out.

“You look utterly H!O!T!” UB-16 blurted out at the stunned towhead teen super heroine.

“I feel utterly HOT!” Flag Girl swallowed hard against the waves of lust increasing their boil in her throbbing loins. She brushed some golden strands of her pony tail from her sweating feverish face as her small gloved color changing hand hooked briefly upon her lip of her open sighing mouth and whipped more sweat away from there.

“Well let’s go stomp some bad guys!” UB-16 smiled and moved past the wobbling Flag Girl and opened the door of the utility garage and disappeared inside. Flag Girl struggled to follow the young super heroine into the dim recess of the warehouse but it was hard to walk when ones pelvis kept insisting on humping the very air! ‘Just got to get my seamen legs, I mean my sea legs! That’s all. How dose Brenda do it?! So damn horny! Never so desperately needed cock like this before!!! Oh Gosh! I want to cum SOOOOO bad! Got to keep focused! Gotta stop thinking about big huge cocks!! Ahhh! Big really big cocks!!! Come on girl get it together you’re the super heroine Flag Girl after all, not some horny high school cheerleader bimbo! So stop squeezing our pompoms and get your sexy burning ass in there!’

After several hours of wandering the dimly lit warehouse a more composed Flag Girl took back over the reigns from UB-16 of the investigation and declared the huge cramped building stuffed with junk and tools void of any practical clues as to the disappearances of the missing girls. UB-16 reluctantly agreed and sat down on a stack of wooden crates which promptly swung aside on a hidden rail revealing a hidden stair well underneath them!

“I think it’s a clue!” UB-16 squealed.

“Yah, think?!” Flag Girl smirked as both super heroines fought to suppress their joy at finding their first true lead to the case. “You can bet none of those helpless male cops found this! Okay, let’s see where this leads?”

It lead down. And then in a series of zigzags it lead roughly horizontal for quiet a ways. The tunnel was lined with sheets of riveted metal and was lit by wire caged light bulbs which popped on as motion sensors individually picked up their approach and snapped off behind them as they crept ever forward. The tunnel was sectioned by sudden walls of metal and large circular doors with round wheel handles but none of the doors where locked and after a few twists of the knobs the doors hissed open to a grunting shove and on the pair of super heroines ventured further and further into the singular passage. There didn’t seem to be any telltale signs of advance technologies, no surveillance equipment and though devoid of debris and dust the whole passage way somehow exuded an air of ancient menace.

The long meandering tunnel eventually opened into another horizontal cylinder section of tunnel but this one was notably different in that the circular door they passed through was within visible distance of the very next door at its end. The previous doors had been quiet far apart from one another and this tunnel seemed better lit with long rows of florescent tube lights behind wire meshed glass lining the curved tunnels flooring plates.

The two super heroines walked into the chamber and jumped at the startling sound of the door they had just passed through slamming shut and the locks spinning shut! “We’re trapped!” UB-16 yelled.

“Gas!” Flag Girl added. As thick sweet smelling vapors began to tendril up from the grid of slots in the flooring of the chamber!

“Goons!” UB-16 shouted as she coughed into her gloved fist. Sure enough the circular door at the far end of the chamber had swung open and in poured gas mask wearing men armed with electroshock clubs and chains!

“Show the fools no mercy!” Flag Girl shouted as she staggered in the haze filling chamber. Small women fists pounded into armored foes and lithe arms flipped hulking male bodies around them and sharp toed boots sunk themselves into athletic supporter cups, but the sleeping gas soon had the twin teens sinking underneath the ceaseless avalanche of leather armored limbs! As she felt herself go under into unconsciousness Flag Girl mentally apologized to Brenda, ‘you were right I am no superior woman, just a silly little girl’ and then all was darkness.

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Flag Girl awoke with a throbbing head and to her surprise found she could readily rub it with a gloved hand! She wasn’t shackled or tied and she rolled up to her knees to see a naked Brenda Wade/Ms. Americana angrily arguing with a tall figure standing on a raised platform in the center of a room lit with large bronze figured braziers and made hazy with myriad incense burners.

Despite wearing a mask as Ms. Americana, for some reason when ever Lydia/Flag Girl saw Brenda Wade stark naked and without her mask as she was now, hands on her hips chest thrust out, Lydia always thought of her as Ms. Americana, not as Brenda Wade. After all you just never saw Brenda Wade naked! On the other hand.. Ms. Americana could have been the poster child for nudist colonies every where!

Flag Girl staggered to her small booted feet. At least HER costume was still in place?! Despite herself she made a small groan against the still rapidly healing Aphrodite bruises along her ribs.

Ms. Americana swiveled her head towards her and asked, “you okay, honey?”

“Er, yes. So what gives.” Flag Girl somewhat swaggered somewhat limped up to her mentor and guardian. The platform beyond Ms. Americana where the shadowy figure had stood so tall and menacing was now empty, but another blur of red and gold was swooping down toward them out of the high rafters of the dark place.

“He’s gone! I will make a sweep of the complex, but I think that platform of his was some kind of energy matter transporter. He could be kilometers away from here if he is even still on the Earth?!” The red and gold blur whooshed to a halt and hovered just above Ms. Americana’s half turned shoulder.

“Thanks Omega Woman. I feel he has indeed slipped our grasp this time but now that we know he is back we will all be on our guard and on the lookout for his particular brand of evil.” Ms. Americana cast a somber eye over at the still smoldering empty platform where the figure had stood.

“True. None of us are safe as long as he is running around free.” Omega Woman spun in place and peered through the odd mix of technology and bric-a-brac mysticism ghostly huddled in the haze of burning scented oils.

“He will be after out milk.” Ms. Americana growled at the shadows.

“He’s harder to kill than a cockroach. Speaking of which, what is he some kind of centipede now?” Omega Woman glanced back at Ms. Americana.

“No his body was so badly damaged after the explosions and fall after our first encounter that he tried to clone a new body so he could then transfer his mind into it, and that didn’t work. The two surviving clones some how escaped. Ended up with two halfwits both thinking they were him and calling the other the clone. So now here he has sat, under this bird sanctuary island in Delta City Bay, his still living brain transferred into a bio-techno-magical thing which he said would go into a cocoon someday and reemerge as a magical dragon?! He needs to keep his still living brain alive with Aphrodite gene milk of course, hence the kidnapped girls and the milking machines in the other room, but from what I gathered from his rants, he needs super heroine Aphrodite milk and a lot of it to complete his dragon transformation.” Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow at the shocked looked on Omega Woman’s face.

“By the Sisterhood! That’s all we need! Another demented mad man popping our corks and milking our fun bags! Er, by the way I couldn’t help over hearing all that bit between you two about you being his daughter and everything…” It was Omega Woman’s turn to raise an eyebrow at the shocked face of Ms. Americana.

“As you observed, a demented mad man. He seems to have devised this fantasy that in some twisted way that HE is actually my biological father. Madness, another of his sickness given rant.” Ms. Americana’s face soured and her great mane of hair shook about her angry shoulders.

“Well, be that as it may, he certainly seemed to think his brain would be better off inside your melon than that mechanical whatizit he’s cruising around in now. Best be on your guard. Oh, Flag Girl! I LOVE the new uniform!”

“You do?!” Ms. Americana shot a look of surprise over Flag Girl standing next to her, “you don’t think it’s a bit… revealing?”

“Compared to what?!” And Omega Woman gave a smirking glance over Ms. Americana’s naked form. “Well I will see you kids in a bit. I want to make a quick sweep and make sure Flag Girl and UB-16 got all the henchmen taken care of, and nice work on that kid-o!” Omega Woman gave a little salute and flashed off into the foggy air.

“Yes, nice work Flag Girl. You were outstanding today.” Ms. Americana smiled at her sidekick.

“Uh, okay, but can you bring me up to speed on exactly what I did that was so awesome? And where is UB-16 and is she my replacement?”

“Wha?! Replacement?! I could never replace you! No, no, in fact the whole UB-16 thing didn’t work out very well at all. She was suppose to gather information but when she changes back into her civilian self, well she kind of forgets everything so that didn’t work out very well at all. So…” Ms. Americana looked about her into the fog.

“So where is she and how did you and Ohmygawd Woman get here and what exactly happened? My brains still a bit scrambled I guess.” Flag Girl re-adjusted her pony tail.

“Ms. Americana laughed and put a hand on Flag Girls shoulder, she always got a kick out of that nick name Flag Girl had for Omega Woman. Flag Girl was always coming up with nick names for everyone that she used just between her and Ms, Americana. “You know, I HAVE missed you by my side! And since it looks like that new Ultra Belt of yours is working fine I don’t see why you shouldn’t be back out there by my side again where you belong!”

Er, yeah about the belt…” Flag Girl bit her lip. How to tell Brenda that the belt turned her into a sex starved nymphomaniac after just a few hours of wearing it?!

Ms. Americana raised her hand, “it doesn’t matter how you got your hands on it. When I saw it missing from the disintegration machine and that the machine had been run through its cycle, I thought maybe I had already destroyed it but when I found you missing from the house I had my doubts and had a good idea where you had headed. You thought I didn’t trust you anymore and that you thought you had to prove yourself to me? Right? Well that is all my fault, because I never stopped trusting you, I guess I just stopped trusting me. But that is all in the recent past now. We have important things to deal with, from the distant past but now in our recent future once again.”

Flag Girl nodded. Why don’t adults ever listen? Or make any sense!

“Okay. About UB-16.. Well she is fine. She transformed back into her civilian state a few hours ago, and I sent her with the girls you had rescued from their milking and sex pods back up to the surface and back to the city and safety via a hidden dock and small boat stationed there. As far as your memory, I guess when UB-16 transforms she not only loses her own immediate short term memory but she sort of wipes out anyone else’s that is standing next to her, and that would be you. From what I can gather from the security monitors and tapes I found in the master control room of this old back up dome built back in the 1920’s. You and UB-16 tripped some kind of sleeping gas trap and a bunch of goons rushed in to take you down. Typical male blundering. If they had just left you in there the gas would have knocked you out cold, but as is by rushing in and lamely trying to subdue you they dragged you out of the gas chamber before it had done its job and you both recovered enough to knock THEM out cold! You continued to search the place and found the pods containing the kidnapped teens where they were being sexually raped by the machines and their latent Aphrodite gene laced milk pumped out of their breasts. It is generally safer for weak males to capture and milk women who have dormant Aphrodite genes and milk them, than to try and tackle a fully awake and active Aphrodite gene super heroine. Though it dose take a LOT more sexual stimulation and constant amounts of it to get such lesser women to produce such milk and it is of course a far inferior quality. But then where was I? Oh yes, there seems to have been a strange bit where UB-16 actually tried to, er, join the sexually molested unconscious girls by climbing into one of the sex milking machines empty pods but you managed to restrain her, but then her timer went off and she poofed like a pop tart. And apparently the transformation knocked you both out cold.”

“But how did you find us?” Flag Girl shook her head. It was an odd feeling not to remember things at all.

“Well, I, er, that is I… had some kind of homing device on UB-16 as she was not as reliable as you are on these kind of deep cover missions…yeah that is it! and thank the Goddess for that! Because I showed up just in time to drag you to cover and find the master control room and used the primitive equipment therein to send a quick little S.O.S to Fly Woman who relayed it on to Omega Woman who was clearing some asteroids from a near by space stations orbit, or some such outer spacey stuff.” Ms. Americana rolled her eyes and Flag Girl laughed.

“Yeah, but who was tall dark and creepy then?” Flag Girl pointed over to the raised platform where one could still smell the ozone burning.

“That, Flag Girl was my arch nemesis, Fengshui. Who I and most of Delta City had thought perished many decades ago. But who has now been forced out of hiding and will undoubtedly be a rather ugly thorn in our collective super heroine sides for some time to come. But enough of that! Lets get out of this 1970’s garage sale reject of a secret lab and do a little girl-girl bonding over some shopping!!! I think we have earned it!”

“Awesome! The Mall! Can I get a piercing!!”

“You already have your ears pierced. You mean down there?! Certainly not!!!”

“ALL the girls are doing it!!!”

“If all the girls were dunking their heads in Delta City harbor would you do that?”

“Well, maybe?”

“Let’s start with some ice cream.”

“Can we get Dream Cream ice cream?!”

“Sure why not? We deserve the splurge as the logo says!” and Brenda hugging Lydia in her arms walked with her side by side into the mists of the old hidden dome and promptly disappeared from view. But one could still make out there voices echoing flatly in the giant sphere and its maze of adjoining hallways and rooms.

“You know? I don’t think this is the exit?” Ms. Americana’s voice piped out.

“So where is your, you know, costume?” Flag Girls voice joined hers ringing around in the hollow gloom.

“Well, I had a run in with some of the thugs you missed.”

“But Ohmygawd Woman said UB-16 and I got them all?”

“Well, er, you missed one. He was small. But wirily.”

“You were in one of the pods weren’t you?”

“Let’s just find the exit, okay?”

“And were is your power belt?”

“After it is removed for a while it self-destructs. Sort of a new safety feature yours has one too!”

“Well, I must have got a little, er, ass raped because my power belt is almost drained and your belt apparently blew up sooooo I hope there isn’t something nasty and creepy in this fog.”

GRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLLLL.

“You would have to have said that!”

“OMEGA WOMAN!!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!” Both women screamed in unison!

“HAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding girls! Just kidding!” Omega Woman continued laughing. “Hey! Quit tugging on my uniform! I said I was sorry! Hey! Now Girls give me back my top right now! Not my bottoms too! It was just a joke! Come on give me back my clothes! This is not funny!”

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