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

 

The banana incident

 

Baily Eagle turned her head to glance at the small tv set balanced precariously amidst the cluttered piles of ice cream cone boxes, napkins, and stacks of small white paper sacks. The newscaster, some sexy young blonde weather girl, was pushing her way through super imposed clouds on a computer generated overhead map of downtown Delta City. The heavily stacked broadly smiling blonde bent low in front of the swooping-zooming camera and pointed with both index fingers down at her slightly exposed blushing nips. Two thirds of the screen was filled with her huge swaying breasts as they jostled beneath her low cut bra-less business jack dress. She spoke through her bright white teeth smile rimmed in shinny pink lip gloss, “as you can no doubt see, we have a low front moving in here.” The blonde giggled which sent her enormous firm breasts into a shuddering quake ricocheting  around the straining confines of her tight blazer. Baily frowned and leaned out of the small ice cream stand and tried to look up into the early morning sky, “I don’t see any low fronts?”

The small ice cream stand, ‘Double Dips’ was a perfect front for watching the warehouse offices across the street. The offices now belonged to one, Hung Low, an oriental gentleman who had appeared out of nowhere a few months ago and keeping a low key prescience had still managed to swallow up almost half of the criminal rampant docks and done so without so much as generating a passing blip on the super heroine radar. This in its self was somewhat disturbing but with so much day to day crime that was flashing for attention on the public streets the major super heroines simply did not have time for any kind of lengthy subterfuge stakeout. As such a lot of the newer super heroines were being given the more mundane tasks of bird dogging those criminal activities that did not come with a loud speaker blaring out extortion threats from a sixty foot robot striding through the rubble of city hall.

Baily was one of these new ‘rookie’ super heroines who had popped up with freshly awakened Aphrodite gene powers after the recent bizarre incident involving some large dirigible above the Ms. Americana Tower a few months back.  Something about some underground ‘jiggler’ device or some such nonsense, it seemed there was ALWAYS something under the streets of Delta City causing problems. Why they simply didn’t send a squad of marines down there and blow up that stuff was beyond her. Anyway now she was a super heroine, last week she was the head cheerleader of the senior football team, oh well. She did think being a super heroine would have been a tad more exciting. So far she had shown up every day and spent eight hours stuck in this tiny both making sure the hidden cameras kept inputting their secret feed into the live satellite direct link back to the Ms. Americana Tower, where she guessed some other low ranking super heroine collated the data of images, both live and thermal, and the audio tracks into endless reports of cross referenced license plates and mug shots to then hand to one of the senior super heroines to mull over before tossing it into the trash and racing off to battle some world threatening slime monster from Venus. Huh… boy. Baily re-adjusted the tight employee apron that made up the Double Dips official uniform. It was a tight fit on her still increasing bust line and it hung snug across her firm ample puffed chest. The apron had an image of two ice cream cones tilted in toward themselves with two large cherries on top that somewhat embarrassingly centered themselves right where her nips where. The lip of the aprons top bit in deeply on her otherwise naked boobs and she constantly had to pull and tug at it to make sure her nipples where covered on the low strapped garment. The white apron hung down to just below her waist where her other officially allowed piece of employee uniform, a pair of white tiny panties covered in cherries peek-a-boo out both in front and behind where she was completely uncovered. A pair of white and pink tennis shoes were the only other piece of clothing she was supposed to be wearing (along with a smile!) but it was early autumn and the gray morning chills especially the fogs that often blew in over the waters had her wearing a pair of ballet leggings. It didn’t seem to matter what few costumers she had buying ice cream at hoodie and jacket time of the year where always too busy trying to stare down her cleavage to notice her unofficial leg wear.

Luckily years of cheerleading had readied her for brazenly flashing her underwear in public and smiling blankly while men stared down her tops, but still she had this bitch’n super heroine costume that she had spent weeks and weeks working on and here she was stuck wearing some lame ass waitress costume in a kiosk on the water front! The computer Ethernet link started making a funny noise then winked a red light at her and went dead. “Argh! WTF! You have got to be kidding me!” The girl began to franticly jostle then beat on the inert black box. The whole system was down! The little monitor under the shelf where she leaned every day and tried not to drip ice cream down her large protruding tits as men gulped and fumbled with their wallets and then tipped her three or four times what the cones they bought cost, was only showing static now instead of the images it was supposed to be recording and sending back to the Ms. Americana Tower. “Oh crap! I told them I didn’t understand any of this geek stuff! I am a cheerleader god damn it not some pimply nerd boy! Ten years of martial arts aerobics and they send me to twiddle knobs! UGH! Why doesn’t this damn thing work?!”  In frustration she gave the small short tower bristling with wires a sharp kick upon where it made a coffee grinder sound and then fell over dead and in pieces. “Oh-oh… not good… Now what do I do?”

“Uh… hi. Yeah this is um, Baily Eagle, you know um Silver Wings. Yeah ‘egger eagle’, guess that nick name I earned in grade school in the boys locker room is going stick for life, eh?  Ha-ha! Uh, well I am sort of having a problem with the surveillance system here at the Double Dip steak out or in this getup they got me wearing I suppose it’s more of a streak out, ha. Ah yeah I know it’s off line, it’s like D.O.A. off line, it’s dead. Well as in not working, ma’am. Well I tried fixing it, but… okay yeah. I guess I could just write down the plates of cars coming and going. Sure. Alright. Great talking to y- ‘click’. Ah okay, guess she must be busy.”

Baily clicked her cellphone off and slipped it back into her back pack. She was starting to take out her order pad and pencil to jot down the plates of a brown late 80’s long lean Lincoln Continental which had just oozed up to the curb across the street when the pencil lead snapped and she bent down to rummage a new pencil from her still open bag. There she saw her costume and froze. “There is no way I can see those plates from here and at this angle. Now if I had my costume on I could use my ‘eagle eye power zoom’ and could see them easily… I think it is time this city sees its newest and coolest young super heroine, SILVER WINGS!”

She had been lugging her costume around in her back pack for weeks now but had not had it on in all that time. In fact the only time she had her costume on was back in her apartment as she was making it. There was a bit of a difference in changing out of ones clothes in one’s apartment and doing so again in a public place. Not that she had not had a lot of experience in rapidly slipping in and out of her clothes at the approach of some strangers footfalls over the past few years; but that was usually yanking back up one’s cum dripping panties and pulling down a skirt or yanking back down a bra and top in one smooth rapid motion. It was a considerably different experience to strip completely naked in the middle of the day on the side walk of a busy street and then to calmly put on your costume. Especially as her costume was more complex then she had realized as she looked at it laid out on the cluttered floor around her.

She paused for a second with the broken pencil tapping against her perfect small white teeth and then  reached outside the open customer service window opening and flipped the kiosks sign to close. The only way to close up the front of the small building was to walk out the side camper like door and push up the front shelf and then pull down the wooden over hang and paddle lock them together, there was some short dumpy balding man who worked for both Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade who usually showed up at closing time and did that for her and then gave her a lift back to the Ms. Americana Tower. She didn’t have the keys or the paddle lock and she did not have the long stick he used with the hook on it to reach the upper over hang, all of which he kept in the trunk of the car he drove. Not that she would need the pole to pull down the overhang, after all in her costume she could fly! But she would of course have to change into her costume first but to do that with the wide open front of the kiosk open to any passerby to walk up and peek into?! And would it be prudent to be seen closing the shop up in her Silver Wings super heroine outfit? Or for that matter emerging from the small creaky tarp, plywood, and aluminum building in her super heroine costume?

She walked the three or four steps it took to cross the entire length of the kiosk and opened the small door. There was an open warehouse just outside the door and several men were working inside of it in ready view. They saw her even now and one raised his cap and waved. She smiled broadly and waved back. She closed the door and paced back and forth in the small kiosk. There was a small gas station a block up and off the docks where she went to use the rest room when she had to go. The men in the warehouses always ‘watched’ her stand for her when she had to make a ‘trip to the potty’. She would just flip the closed sing as she had done now and put on her large over coat to cover up her apron and panties only uniform and make the trip and be back in a few minutes.

She pondered wither she could put on her costume here in the kiosk and then put her coat over it and walk towards the store… maybe turning down an alleyway or disappear between some of the warehouse buildings on the edge of which the Double Dip was located? She certainly couldn’t change in the gas station bathroom, and the idea of changing in an alleyway was not as safe from prying eyes as changing in the kiosk and putting the coat on over her costume. The kiosk only had the one opening on the front and the small building was raised up off the street on several stacks of concrete blocks so the opening was at chest level for anyone walking up to the open customer service area window.

Hmmm, the raised blocks? She looked at the flooring of the shop. It was mostly raw plywood that had been placed over metal frames. Bolted where the heavier ice cream machine and ready-made treats freezer sat but sitting loose where she walked back and forth between the machines and the opening to serve the customers. She carefully pried one of the damp panels up with a fist full of plastic red ice cream spoons. It lifted up surprisingly easily once the glue of grim and dirt had been broken loose. She carefully slid the panel up and leaned it back against the frozen yogurt machine. And peered and then lowered herself down into the opening.

There ran around the bottom of the building a red and white heavy canvas bunting that was nailed and tied to the supporting sub frame of pig iron, two by fours, and stacks of gray prefabricated concrete blocks. A large square flat box sat on short stubby metal legs on the street with bolted in power lines which ran down from the back of the building and then across and up into the nearby power pole was directly beneath the opening and standing on it placed her chest high to the lip of the customer window. Scrunching down and moving away from the opening in a direction away from the stair steps and the warehouse beyond, she crawled through the cobwebs and musky smell across the street pavement and pulled the tacked together pieces of heavy bunting apart and peeked beyond. There was an alleyway between two large warehouses just a few meters past the back of the ice cream kiosk! There was no way she could change into her costume down in the cramp space beneath the kiosk but if she changed in the kiosk its self and then popped back down through the floor she could easily slip out the back and make a bee line for that gap between those ware houses with little chance of being over seen. True there was a chain-link fence just a meter beyond between her and the gap of the warehouses but she was confident she could clear that with ease. And once more by leaving in her costume and not taking her bag or coat she would not have to worry about anyone finding them latter. She also wouldn’t have to ask the men in the warehouse to look after the place as she did when she went to the gas station up the street. They would not be wondering what was taking her so long.

With her mind made up, Baily crawled back to the opening in the floor and pulled herself back up into the kiosk. All she had to do now was strip out of her Double Dip uniform and put on her Silver Wings costume!

Ms. Americana had promised the young super heroine that if she worked hard and proved her worth she would have one of her support staff create a back pack/book bag that would transform instantly into her costume at a moment’s notice! She could just be wearing it on her back and poof! It would transform her into her costume without taking anything off and in a blink of an eye! She kept telling herself that as she cast a lip biting hesitant look outside the open kiosk window at the busy street beyond as she began to unfasten the tight straps at her waist and neck. She normally arrived in the morning in the car with the man who both drove her here and picked her up at night, wearing the revealing Double Dip uniform under her trench coat and left the same way in the afternoon not changing out of it into her street clothes until she was safely back away from pervert eyes in the Ms. Americana Tower. She had to admit as she paused with the waist band ties now undone and glanced again along the busy street which joined downtown with the warehouse district that there was definitely something different about shedding one’s clothing alone in a public place as opposed to shagging in the bushes or under the bleachers and it was distinctly not the same as kicking up your legs on the field and flashing your panties at thousands of cheering staring strangers. No, it was more perverted, dirtier, and man was it getting her pussy wet! Ha! She had always been a horny nymphomaniac exhibitionist her entire life and proud of it, but this whole new Aphrodite gene thing was like being on the permanent edge of an orgasm day and night and boy was it hard on her vibrators!

Even now she had three of the largest damn dildos she had ever ‘creamed’ of in her back pack. She didn’t dare travel outside her apartment without them lest her constant horniness get the better of her and she find herself boffing some complete stranger on a damn street corner! Ha! She had tried to ‘go without’ her dildos while at the Double Dip through her interminable boring eight hour shift but she had only managed to masturbate with every banana in the place and then been forced to use the same cum covered semi-squished banana’s in the banana splits she made for the customers. The sale of banana splits had skyrocketed and she had found that funny, “I must have a very sweet pussy? La la la!” so over the last couple of days she had given up on her failed ‘abstinence’ policy and had just brought her largest vibrators and dildos to work with her and used them mercilessly.

She now usually took four or five dildo breaks a day in the little kiosk and there had only been a few dozen times that someone had wanted a cone while she had been slamming the plastic sausage. Each time she had been rather proud of how she had managed to professionally wait on the customer and handle the transaction with a twitching smile as the powerful vibrator had savaged her pussy all the while under her short apron and soaked cherry panties. She wasn’t sure how the other super heroines handled the whole constant horniness thing, but she found discreetly flicking the bean every now and then, say while waiting for an elevator or standing inline waiting for service somewhere, did wonders. It was incredibly easy to serendipitously to casually and nonchalantly reach under ones skirt or down a pants pocket (where the pocket lining had been previously removed) and rub one out without anyone really noticing or at least saying anything. Being a young and very sexy and beautiful hottie no doubt granted her some degree of license for diddling herself in public places; I mean it wasn’t like anyone was going to complain about it! Ha! Gee officer can you ask that extremely gorgeous young lady to stop banging herself I find it most distracting. Ha!

She couldn’t deign the thrill both sexual and apprehensive tinged with fear as she whisked the apron over her head and thus bared her mighty bosom. Her name tag clip; ‘Ever Leigh’ popped loose and flew across the small room. It had been Ms. Americana’s idea for her to wear a different name than her own as she worked the steak out booth. She had numerous nick-names throughout school but she doubted ‘egger eagle’ or ‘bushy beaver’ or the ever popular with furious girlfriends, ‘horny slut’ was somehow appropriate so she used one from her own cheerleader peers, Ever Leigh. Which she had earned from the time she had single, er handily, worn out several entire teams the night before their playoff games against her own home team!  It was the stuff of legends, la la la! Ha!

But now she was a good to honest super heroine and she had no time for such shag-hanagins! There was crime a foot and she was being counted on to do her part to save the city! Man that’s so cool! She giggled as the cool air blew across her perk breasts and puckered up her nipples into egger erections. The crowds strolling around the street had still not noticed her and with a growing tingling in her crotch she hooked both her thumbs into the waist band of her soaked panties and began to wiggle out of them. In several loud heart beats she had the panties off displaying her full thick red bush to anyone who should happen to glance her way; and with her tits and pussy and mind red and throbbing  she took the wet panties and flung them out the open kiosk window front and let them fall into the street beyond. She ran her hands through her long red hair and began to grind and shake her ass in all her naked glory to the ignorant public just meters in front of her. For several seconds she could not regain control of her lusting body and stood there wide leg and slowly pumped her naked hairy crotch at distant passerby’s as she squeezed and kneaded her still Aphrodite gene spurred on puffed growing  J-cup titties. Her long lashes of her wide large gray eyes fluttered as her freckled face purred and pouted until with a police siren moan and a jerking of her body a little splatter of orgasm juices flicked from her swollen crimson pussy and she was able to pull herself upon stiff Frankenstein striding legs away from the opening and into the slightly more discrete corner of the kiosk and thus out of any direct line of sight from the street.

“Ohhhh Gwad!” She breathed heavily as her knees continued to spasm and lock up as she pushed her thick cascading locks out of her open mouth drooling face. “I have to get a handle on this damn Aphrodite shit! It’s turning me into a damn perv! I mean, I always liked to cock tease and show a little nipple slip now and then, but shit! This thing just had me flashing my entire pussy at a street full of people and cumming like a fucking freight train while doing it! Thankfully no one noticed. Let’s hope that little orgasm will eventually clear my mind and let me focus on the job at hand though right now it feels like warm mud! Ha!”

With still trembling hands she began to pick up the pieces of her costume. A quick glance behind her confirmed her previous fears, even out of direct sight from the people walking along the street which ran at a ‘T’ intersection slant to her kiosk anyone could easily walk up to the open booth and peer inside it and catch her naked. That thought caused her pussy to twitch and grow even hotter. Worse the side of the kiosk was crowded with boxes of supplies and her naked round pert bubble butt ass was sticking past the side and out in the open space in full view of anyone on the street. That realization sent her pussy twitching and threw her wildly racing up the spiral mountain into another leaping off the cliff rapid uncontrollable orgasm which in turn caused her pussy to spurt out another stream of hot wet thick juicy drops to splatter upon the pavement beyond the window. “GWAD! Ah-ah-nother damn orgasm! Shit! I’m-a-cumming buckets here! Got to get a grip! Damn exhibitionist shit always gets me hotter than fire cracker ah the fourth of July!”

Luckily this last orgasm made her too dizzy to think about someone catching her naked and that let her well stewed pussy simmer down a tad so she could clumsily force her way into her costume pieces. The costume was of a shiny mertech vinyl of polygon grids of texture that was very expensive and had cost her several showers with the high school coaching staff to pay for it. It had a full back, skintight piece with the open front being a series of belts that had to be fastened with clips into cinched tight place.

It had to have a full back piece because that was where her tiny little back pack piece fit which housed her semi-transparent silver wings that allowed her to fly. The wings where made out of microbots and flashed into and out of their back pack housing in a moment’s notice. Letting her release or sheath her wings with just a press of her wrist bracelet.

She wore large oversized gloves that ran all the way up her arm past her elbow with retractable finger claws also made out of the same microbot energy and thus semi-transparent and just as indestructible as her wings.

She has similar retractable claws on her scaled boots that ran up to her knees and housed small lift microbot energy rockets that helped her in her standing still take offs so she could reach dizzying heights very quickly if needed.

The straps that held on the back of the suit to her slim body ran across her otherwise naked front and cinched tight across her chest and crotch providing what little covering of her girly parts as there was. There was a slight problem as her Aphrodite gene had not stopped increasing her breast size yet which was at a staggering round bouncy J-cup which somewhat dwarfed her otherwise small frame and as such she had to create her costume with the strap that ran across her breasts and hid her nipples a bit long but she now found that after just a few weeks and several raging orgasms that her breasts had continued to swell to such an ample proud size that the belt was cinched very tight on its last notch! In addition the belt that ran over her crotch and cinched into another belt running low across her hips was doing nothing to hide her thick curly patch of crimson pubic hair! Her clit was tightly under wraps with the mound was being split and deeply camel toed; she could live with that but her downy forest of strawberry red pubs was running rampantly exposed across her lower taught belly! She had just shaved her pussy entirely bald a few days ago! The Aphrodite gene seemed to be driving her bush into as much an overdrive of opulent verdant growth as it was her breasts!” UGH! Nothing for it now… maybe no one will notice?!” She bit her glossy pillow lips and arched an eyebrow. “Or maybe everyone will notice?!” The teeth bit deeper into her lips and her eye lids fluttered at the hot sexy thought of everyone staring at her exposed pussy and she yanked tight on the pussy strap several times before re-belting it and struggling to calm herself down again.

“Naughty bitch,” she cleared her throat and reached for her helmet. The helmet was in fact only a circlet which she wore across her forehead. Upon placing it there she pressed a button on her wrist guard and the microbots housed in the thin silver band buzzed out and instantly formed the semitransparent full helmet in the shape of a raptor bird of prey.

The helmet gave her immediate access to almost every broadcasting camera and information wave link around her as well as various forms of enhanced sight and sound. It was a marvel of technology that even Ms. Americana was astounded at. And like the wings and gloves and boots it was stolen from the Wade Brothers military secret lab but she wasn’t about to tell anyone that.

Besides considering the amount of spunk she had to swallow in order to con her way into getting the stuff she felt she had rightfully earned it, gulp by delicious gulp! Her uncle had worked at those labs and he had been the one to design the birdman suit to replace the pentagon’s long worn out rocket pack idea of the James Bond 60’s and when he had been forced to retire over ‘ethical’ qualms and moved to the west coast, Baily had felt she had as much if not more right to that suit than those stupid ass Wade Brothers!

Silver Wings looked herself over in the shiny reflective surface of the never used frozen yogurt machine and smiled ghost like behind her shimmering helmet. The steady play of the transparent shimmering light of the helmet made it almost impossible for anyone to see her face clearly. She could look out easily at her reflection from within the helmet but the reflected image of her helmet only showed a blurry slurred image of her half hidden face. It made the perfect super heroine disguise! She could open her wings even in this confined space; they would just fold themselves over her back and shrink down if necessary until she was out into a more open environment when they would once again grow up to their normal size. The wings reacted to the thoughts picked up by her circlet/helmet and made great shields against blows and bullets when she folded them around herself. Being nearly indestructible she could use them to cut through steel I beams or protect her from falling boulders or the impact of unexpected falls. She hit the wrist button and the wings shimmered into existence perfectly sized for the small room. They even looked like eagle wings, except for that fairy like glowing and semitransparent bit.

The helmet, wings, gloves, and boots may have been stolen but the expensive costume of belts and indestructible materials she had bought/banged and thus had paid for and then stubbornly worked into a usable shape. It was HER costume and she was proud of it! So what if there was a little nipple slip or pussy hair flashing here or there. She was certain that was exactly the sort of thing that would make some two bit thug hesitate when he went up against her and that was just one more advantage for her! Not that she would really need it! After all she was a super heroine! Or well a super heroine in training according to Ms. Americana. The Ms. Americana Tower seemed full of dozens of new super heroines just like her. All just chomping at the bit to rise above the pack and be the best!

And now was her chance to do just that! While all the other newbies where back at the tower running obstacle courses and typing in data and doing monitor duty she was going to figure out who this new Hung Low dude was and what his game was and bust his scrawny ass! Silver Wings smacked her gauntlet fist into her scaled glove palm and smiled at her reflection. “Well I guess that IS a lot of bush showing there after all… oh my.” she nervously cleared her throat and with one quick glance out into the busy and oblivious street she dropped down through the hole in the floor and carefully wiggled the plywood back into place behind her.

The roof was the obvious choice. With so few flyers amongst the super heroine cartel it was natural that even the most cautious of evil duds would have little or no security up on the roof. They would all be watching the doors and windows of course! “I should have done this on day one. Not wasted my time for weeks with sticky ice cream all over my tits!” Silver Wings landed lightly upon the roof of the four story offices of Mister Hung Low and folded her wings behind her back but left them out just in case.

The busty waif sauntered causally but carefully to the skylight and the access door to the stair well keeping well on guard. Well as ‘on guard’ as those distracting straps would let her! The tight binding straps were a bit TOO tight and stimulating and had her breathing heavy under her ghostly glowing helmet.  “SHHHHHIT! Feels like my pussy is getting quiet the work over from those damn straps, not to mention my nips! Ah mental note to self; replace breast and crotch straps with longer pieces or else start packing a god damn vibrator! A big ass god damn vibrator! Ha!”

              She didn’t need the skylight to peer into the room below her, her helmet gave her various forms of X-ray vision, but she was still unused to the equipment and uncertain on its proper use in given situations. She decided to just take a peek through the skylight and see what could be seen?

What she saw was the access shed to the stairwell’s door burst open and three men in business suits and Uzi’s come running toward her shocked and startled ass!

“I told you the cameras had picked up a supe on the roof!” one of the men racing toward her shouted.

“Never mind just blast her!” Another man growled and in a second the three Uzi machine guns had started to spray bullets at her.

As soon as she had seen the small but lethal guns Silver Wings had instinctively flinched her wings around her like a large cocoon and just in time too! As bullets began ricocheting all around her as she instinctively and unnecessarily covered her head with her arms; while the men quickly spread out and continued firing at her as she remained momentarily frozen in the center of the roof uncertain as to what course of action to follow?

“Look it’s Hawk Babe!” one of the men shouted as he fumbled in his coat pocket for another clip.

“Wha? Hawk Babe?! No I’m not- This isn’t working. I can’t just sit here and let them shoot at me like this!”

“Oh man I am out of ammo!”

“Me too!”

“I just emptied my last clip as well!”

“Ah then again maybe it does work? Alright thugs lay down your weapons or face the wrath of_”

“We give up Hawk Babe.”

“Yeah there’s no use in pounding on us. We just did our job like everyone else.”

“Yeah we make minim wage you know. This guy ain’t exactly big on employee moral around here.”

“Uh well let’s talk about this guy. I mean your employer Mister Hung Low.” Silver Wings unfolded her wings from around her so her voice sounded less like a bell and folded her arms in turn under her ample bust which caused both her excited nips to pop out from under her fit to burst chest strap.

“Ah well Hawk Babe, there’s not really a lot to tell. I mean he’s a decent enough guy, I guess. Just a little tight on the payroll compared to our other boss.”

The men stood around her with their arms up and guns lying around their feet as the somewhat slightly confused super heroine wondered what she was supposed to do now?

“And ah what happened to your other boss?” Silver Wings tapped a clawed toe and lowered her gold gloved hands to her naked hips giving the three men a full view of her exposed nipples and bush.

The men swallowed hard and their pants began to dance as they mumbled half incoherently over the top of each other’s distracted speech.

“Humph. I think I can do better on my own,” and with that she spun around and clocked each of the three men with one of her wings in a blur of motion. It was a move she had practiced over and over again and she was surprised and ecstatic to see it work so well, as each thug crashed to the ground unconscious. “Hawk Babe, I mean really… well maybe? I guess it might be catchier than Silver Wings? Maybe I will try it out?” She paused at the sky light and saw nothing but storage crates and office furniture in piles. She hip shaked it to the open access door and entered the stair well and descended as her wings instantly folded and shrunk to fit the new confined space.

The door at the bottom of the stairwell was already open and almost torn off its hinges no doubt due to the fast violent passing of the three men now unconscious on the tarred roof above her. “Ha! I knew this costume would be distracting for low life scum like that! The way they couldn’t take their eyes off my sexy ass bod! Hell, I don’t even need a helmet I mean what kind of description could they give anyone? Great knockers and tasty puss! Ha! Men, humph! It’s like beating up handicap children at the back of the school bus, easy but kind of embarrassing if anyone saw you. So I guess I better keep the helmet then! Ha! Now for this Hung Low fellow, see what his game is? I think he is just the latest in a long line of two-bit thugs but Ms. Americana seems certain there is something unusual about him and that he may be up to something big?”

The open door lead into the skylight room and was indeed a place obviously used for storage. She weaved through a maze of banker boxes and plastic totes and chairs and desks set in 69 stacks until she reached the only door in the room. It opened into a hallway lined with niches of electrical boxes and fire extinguishers and an abrupt stair well leading down.

“Silver Hawk? Sky Hawk? Sky Phantom? Maybe just Sexy Ass Babe, tee-hee. Sky Phantom sounds kind of powerful and cool maybe I will try that one out on the next group of thugs I beat up which should be behind this next door…” She reached for the stair well door to the next lower floor. It opened into another hallway lined in doors. The first door was open and she could see two chairs pushed to the center of the room that was filled with consoles of tv banks. Most of the tv screens where showing various hallways and rooms in the building. One was showing the unconscious thugs on the roof top and another was showing the front doors of the building and yet another one was showing the front of the Double Dip kiosk. “Hey! There were spying on me! Pervs!” She scanned the image to make sure there was no way they could have seen her changing into her super heroine costume and sighed in relief when she was certain there wasn’t. But it was rather obvious that they must have seen her little hip grind nude show! As the camera did show the open window to the kiosk however shadowy. A flashing ‘record’ was up in the corner of the screen and she quickly found the digital data and reversed it. Yep, there she was in all her naked glory grinding the air and squeezing her tits! “Holy H-cups! I have some huge puppies there!” She quickly accessed the record log for that camera and saw hundreds of files! All gathered under the heading ‘Banana Babe’?! “They have recorded every time I masturbated in the past two weeks! What a bunch of disgusting toads! If I had known this I would have stomp crotched every one of those sick bastards!” She pulled back her hand from instinctively erasing the data files of videos of her and instead looked around and found a flash drive and downloaded the information/videos and then erased the files on the main computer. “No more getting their jollies off on my massive mams! Pervs! Why are all men such sick disgusting horn dogs?! Ugh! Anyway I had better keep these videos they made of me and study them in more detail at home! I never realized I looked so freaking hot when I am ‘releasing my tension.’ Ha! And I never realized I had used so many bananas! And at one time! No wonder everyone kept ordering the banana splits!” She glanced over into the corner where the trash can was piled high with empty plastic banana split dishes and wadded up Double Dip white paper sacks. “Those kinky bastards!” she smiled despite herself and giggled.

She carefully slid the flash drive containing the video files of her masturbating with the Double Dip banana’s as well as her own rather frighteningly large dildos down the front of the tight strap over her crotch. “Mental note to self; add some damn pockets to costume!” The little oblong flash drive rubbed up against her already hard clit and slid down into the soaked valley of her neither lips. She slid it up and down several times to make sure it wouldn’t come lose and fall out, “sick bastards watching me doing such naughty things… oh uh so hot watching me… bang myself with all those hundreds of bananas.” She cleared her throat and forced herself to remove her hand from her dripping crotch strap, “eck-hem now where was i? oh yeah let’s see if there’s some kind of surveillance log or if these other monitors show anything interesting happening in this place?”

She found the roof monitor record files which seemed to have started recording as soon as she had landed on the roof. “Must have been some kind of motion detector? Ohhhh my wings?! Glittery! Sparkles are my favorite color! Tee-hee!” She erased that file as well. There was another camera for the outside hallway but as far as she could tell nothing else was recording or had been recording. She accessed the camera log one last time to be sure and then turned off all the automated camera record prompts so she would be able to walk around the building without further fear of being taped. “That wasn’t so hard. Like using my cellphone really. I guess this computer nerd stuff is much easier than those pimple heads let on!”

Another monitor, the only one with the sound turned up, was showing a live broadcast of a local tv show. Ms. Americana was doing a celebrity appearance playing with her team mate to raise money for a local charity. Her team mate was a young man who was obviously very nervous and sweating. It seemed to be some kind of word guessing game? Several teams composed of one famous celebrity and one unknown citizen would pair off and give clues as the other tried to guess the word before the time buzzer sounded. Correct guess awarded points and incorrect guess or no guesses took points away. The winner was the team with the most points at the end of the show and won money for their favorite charity based on point total amount. Ms. Americana was playing for the Woman Empowerment Now, a youth feminist organization. But things did not seem to be going very well for her. She was way behind in points compared to the other celebrity teams. That seemed odd? She decided to watch the show for a few seconds, as after all it was her mentor Ms. Americana!

Ms. Americana was speaking very slowly and thoughtfully to her shaking sweating partner who was seated slightly below her. The chairs, which closely faced each other, would see-saw depending on who was giving clues so that the guesser was always at a level about shoulder height to the person giving clues this was probably so they could not see the small answer card in the clue givers/partners hand. Each time Ms. Americana gave a clue the nervous young teen had only ten seconds to respond or Ms. Americana had to give another hint/clue to that clue’s answer. Each answer started out with a one hundred point chance if solved on the first guess/clue given and dropped ten points for each wrong or failed to respond answer after that until it got guessed right or they ran out of points at which time the other team had its chance. If the clue was answered correctly and there were still points left over that team got to go again or pass to another team of their selection. The next clue if they chose to go again would now begin at the points remaining. So if you guessed a clue at 80 points then your next clue would start at 80 points as well and so forth. If you passed then the next team would start their clue at one hundred points and so forth. You could also give up on a clue and move on to another one but that cut your starting points to half of what ever points you had remaining.  It was a very simple game and it was run by the local high school/college and filmed on its campus studios with students every week supplying the clue words and themes and helping decorate the sets.

Ms. Americana and her teammate where sitting at negative thirty points total with the other teams well into the positive hundreds. This seemed odd for Ms. Americana prided herself on her intelligence and communications abilities. The Queen of Justice cleared her throat and offered another clue, they were already at sixty points for this clue and things did not look good. “This is something babies like to suck on. What am I?”

The young man looked almost terrified as he stared directly across into the chest of his team mate and with two seconds left blurted out; “NIPLES!”

The wrong answer buzzer sounded and the audience groaned. Ms. Americana shook her head in disgust and snarled, “I think we will pass on that clue, Chet.”

 The announcer’s voice over came through the almost boos and hisses of the live audience, “Ohh too bad, we were looking for pacifier or binky. Ms. Americana would you like to try another one?”

“Alright now, Billy let’s try to get your mind out of the gutter. Your answers today have all been, let us say, a one track tendency to deviant-vile. Now … I am full of milk. What am I?”

 Billy was really shaking and sweating up a storm now as Ms. Americana leaned forward toward him in encouragement her hefty round udders rolling on the small desk between the two chairs, the friction against her top popping her nipples out at the wide eyed open mouth squirming youth.

The buzzer sounded to more audience moans. Ms. Americana shook her head and tired again with the same clue word. “Things you want to milk. What am I?”

“Ti-Ti-TITS!” The boys trembling mouth exploded in saliva as he squirmed on his hands which he was sitting on to keep from wringing them.

The wrong answer buzzer sounded and the audience groaned as Ms. Americana shook her mighty head in disgust. “We will pass on to another clue word Chet.”

“I can’t say I blame you ma’am. The word we wear looking for was COWS.”

“Okay now concentrate Billy let’s try and think clean thoughts for just once this day, okay? I mean you have already shown the entire world and your surly disappointed parents that you are nothing but a little dirty pervert, but let’s think of all those young girls out there needing empowerment and try to at least get one right for them, okay? This is something you have in your pants. What am I?”

“I-I-I”

“This is what every girl wants to see you whip out of your pants at the end of a nice meal and date. What am I?”

“Uh?”

“Come on Billy! This is what I hope you will be reaching for and giving to me as soon as we are off the air in face of your dismal performance on the show today. What am I? Sweet Liberty boy! It’s in your damn pants! It’s something you reach for ever day! It’s in your pants! Just take it out and show it to me!”

The boy made an ‘urk’ sound and shot straight up in his chair and froze stiff as a board for a second and then exploded in a yell and leaped on top of Ms. Americana knocking the shocked and surprised super heroine backwards off camera. Only her legs could be seen kicking in the air and Billy’s half naked ass as the boy already had his pants half off!

There was a loud smack and Billy flew back dazed with a black eye and a fuming Ms. Americana got up rubbing her right fist in the palm of her other hand. Her top was yanked down to her waist exposing her firm huge jugs to the live camera but she remained unaware of that as security came rushing onto the set and put handcuffs on the groaning semi-conscious boy.

Chet the game show host came running on to the set asking Ms. Americana if she was alright and apologizing profusely to all around him while repeating, ‘wallet, it was wallet’ to no one in particular. After regaining some slight composure amidst the chaos Chet began to talk again. “Once again I am very sorry for that regrettable incident and it looks like our judges have decided to award the entire pot of cash points to Ms. Americana and her charity today.”

“Hey, that’s not fair we were leading what about our Cancer Society Charity?” A man in the back ground, a local actor who specialized in military hero movies and car ads, sitting with his partner blurted out.

“Yeah and we were in second place, what about the International Red Cross we were playing for?!” The other male pair shouted out in anger.

“I am sorry gentlemen but the decisions of our judges are always final. And let’s meet our celebrity panel of judges one last time as we say a good-bye and good-day and smile at them credits!” Chet gave a small salute and then bowed his arm to the side as the camera panned over to the bleachers where the judges were sitting who were; Flag Girl, Omega Woman, GOT Gal, Jungle Babe, Champion Girl, Power Lass, Green Spector and Spector Girl. Who all waved and smiled at the camera as the credits rolled and Billy was dragged off by the security personal in handcuffs behind them.

“Wow, that kid was such a looser! I hope he enjoys his ass rapes as the new prison bitch for a long, long time.” Silver Wings nodded at the small tv screen and turned her attention to the monitors of the various rooms and hallways of the four story building she was in. All the monitors were empty, that is not a single person anywhere? That seemed odd considering this office building handled all the paper work for hundreds of import/export docks and warehouses. But all the small tv screens showed empty hallways and rooms.

Silver Wing paused a second to confirm that the men on the roof were still enjoying their nap time and gave a once over to a small henti poster of the red headed girl from the hunger games movies; she was depicted with her bow but shown almost naked in some kind of kinky almost bondage barbarian warrior outfit. The image was rather hot and cool and had the title of ‘Katkiss the Barbarian’ along its lower edge. “Gosh, they really swelled up her boobs and that’s really a lot of red carpet going on down there, hee-hee.” Baily removed the picture from where it had been stuck up between the monitors and carefully folded it up and slid it into the small slit between her wing back pack and the skin tight back of her suit. She sometimes kept her homework there back during the last few days of school, before she took early graduation so she could seriously concentrate on her new super heroine career. So she knew it would ride there secure no matter what sort of acrobatics she might be up against.

Silver Wings helmet could easily attune its self to the frequency of the security monitors and either share the audio or video images to her by projecting them inside her helmet for her eyes and ears only. She exited the room and began to experiment with popping up various camera images on the inside of her helmet as well as trying out some thermal radar and energy filter radar images of the rooms and hallways around her as well as x-ray to see through the walls, but she still didn’t have a complete grasp of how best to use each of the various imaging filters and found it rather distracting instead of beneficial. “Perhaps walking around a building I just sort of broke into and which I know is full of thugs and hoodlums is not the best time or place to experiment with my equipment?” Silver Wings tugged her chest strap back up over her nipples and dismissed the imaging screens inside her helmet while cantilevering down the hallway in full hip sway and boob shake up to the most promising looking door and swung it open.

It opened into a surprisingly nice carpeted hallway with an empty reception desk instead of the normal cubical honey comb desks and file cabinets she had seen in all the other rooms on this top level. There was an impressive wooden door at the end of the hallway just past the plastic plants in the large crass planters and she wiggled and jiggled toward it. A more experienced super heroine would have known that the sectary desk she pony pranced past was more likely to contain useful information then any bigwigs office but Silver Wing’s nookie, er, rookie roots shown through and she swivel hipped it up to the large double wooden door and pushed through it.

The room was completely full with men with guns. Shoulder to shoulder they looked like sardines stacked in a can and as she gasped at the surreal sight the hallway behind her filled instantly with dozens more men with black lethal looking tactical assault riffles. “Note to self; make better use of x-ray vision. It’s not just for use on the boy’s locker room!”

“Well, you took long enough? What’s the matter you get lost from the roof to the first unlocked door on the top floor?” The man at the desk and the only one unarmed was obviously the short dumpy Mr. Hung Low. “It may be Delta City and this may be the docks but come on kid, Uzi’s blasting away on the rooftop and you think no one is going to bother to notice that?! So I take it you wanted to see me? Well here I am. Now squawk Hawk Babe while you still have a beak to speak with!”

“Ah, actually it’s supposed to be based on the design of an eagle.” Silver Wings pointed one clawed gloved finger up at her semi-transparent helmet. “And I just wanted to er say hi! You know you’re new to the neighborhood and well I guess I left the welcome cake back in the car so I will go and-“

“Take her down to pier 12 and introduce her to the Chang,” Mr. Low waved his cigar and proceeded to ignore her as he gave the room a cold smile and then pulled out a cigar cutter.

Silver Wings knew she could shield herself from any amount of gun fire by encasing herself in her wings, but that might get the carpet messy with all those ricocheting bullets tearing into the flesh of so many packed men in such a confined space; of course better them than me… she could also do her cool spin wing move but that would only knock down the men immediately around her, no telling if the others would open fire as she was thus exposed? She could also make a shrieking sound with her helmet that caused people nearby to clasp their ears in stunned pain. That might be good. Or she could slam her wings together creating a powerful crash that actually sent bolts of temporarily debilitating electricity around her though the patterns of the arcing energy were unpredictable at best. Or-

The goon behind her sprayed a can of chloroform into her helmeted face despite her best cheerleader bad ass martial art crouch ready for anything stance. “Oh yeah chloroform- forgot about that stuff- ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-“

When Silver Wings awoke she found her cotton ball head dizzily trying to inform her that her hands were tied above her head and that she was half leaning in her painful bonds against some metal bulkhead. It took her a few seconds to get her stiff legs under her enough to take the pain off her wrists and standup enough to focus on the dimly lit room. She knew instantly that she was in the bowels of a ship and she was somewhat surprised to find herself looking at her helmet, wing back pack, gauntlets, boots, and her elaborate strap costume sitting in a neat pile on top of a crate several feet in front of her. “But if my costume is over there and I am tied up over here then… by the wings of victory! I’m-I’m naked! Alright what pervert took my clothes off while I was er knocked out?! That’s just sick! Untie me at once or you are all in big, and I mean, BIG trouble!” Her voice echoed around the dark stacks of crates and shadows that clung to the metal riveted walls. “Hmm seems I am alone in here,” she peered about the room. She could actually make out very little in fact the only light in the room seemed to come from the wire basket bulb directly above her tied arms, but from what little she could see the room seemed only a few dozen yards in length and half that in width. “They must not have expected my super powers to allow me to awaken so soon. I should use this to my advantage and break my bonds. Seems to be just rope after all!” But the rope proved to be thick oily and very strong. “UGH! Tougher than I thought! Can’t seem to get it to break! What’s that smell?” Silver Wings winced at the twisting chaffing of her wrists and tried to relieve some of the pain by taking more of her own weight off her wrists by raising up on her naked tip toes as she sniffed and looked around the room. “Straw! There is straw on the floor. I did not notice that before? How odd. That smell is very musky. And dung! Smells like the zoo!”

Just then one of the shadows detached it’s self from the piles of crates and shambled into view as it slowly drew its huge bulk into the pool of her light. “MY GWAD! What a monster!” It was an enormous orangutan! The squat body with its impossible long arms was a mass of twenty feet tall compressed muscle. But it was its huge yard long erect pulsing penis which she was wide eyed exclaiming at. “Th-that’s just HUGE! I have never- I mean never saw one so freaking BIG! You must be real popular at sweet sixteen parties! WOW!”

The beast gave a low growl and snorted a hot breath geyser at her hardening nipples. “Y-y-you must be Chang? It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t shake hands. Kind of tied up at the moment- oh- I guess shaking boobs is a lot like shaking hands isn’t it? Say! You wouldn’t mind you know untying me now that I am awake. You must have been concerned about my bumping my head, or uh yeah those are my breasts, ah and I thank you for being so thoughtful as to secure me against the occasional rough harbor wave but as you can see I am now awake and ready to be untied now- yeah um you really shouldn’t go pulling on a girl’s nipples like that as you never know what they might be attached to you know? Ha! Um, yeah I am kind of the same orange color down there like yourself but not the same species you know? Say! Why don’t you let me down from here and I will take you to the zoo and find you a nice monkey girlfriend? Oh by the wings of victory! That’s a rather large male member you have there poking and rubbing against my stomach! Ugh, I could give you a titty fuck without even bending over couldn’t I with such a nice sized thick veiny strong velvety prick as you so wonderfully have here. Uh, yeah I suppose you can’t uh help where that thing goes I mean it’s so very very large and it’s somewhat natural if you insist on standing tha-tha-that close to a girl that it would slide up between my firm tits! Uh, eck-hem, it’s like a sticky cue ball under my chin, tee-hee or more like a soft ball really. But really we shouldn’t I mean with haven’t even been properly inrodu-gwaf! MUMPH! MUMPH!”

A few hours or days later?

“How about Hawk Babe? Do you have a mace?” The orangutan was leaning back on one arm on the straw covered floor and blowing smoke from its cigar up into the creaking cabins dim air.

“Naw, and it’s supposed to be an eagle. I don’t why everyone thinks it’s a hawk?” Silver Wings was laying on her side unbound on the floor in an exact bookend image to the hairy ape man except she was covered over every inch of her body with thick sticky sperm as she nodded over at her costume still in its neat pile on the crate above her. “Besides what is wrong with Silver Wings?”

“Well nothing, but I mean it’s not really cereal box catchy is it?” The orangutan offered her his large strange cigar and she took another puff of the odd sweet tasting tobacco.

“Well,” she coughed as the smoke settled into her lungs, “I was thinking maybe Sky Phantom.”

“Hey, don’t bogart the spliff.” The orange furred simian took the cigar back from the still hacking girl. “I guess that sort of works but you know it’s a mouth full, know what I mean?”

“You’re a mouth full!” The girl flicked her index finger against the large sleeping penis lying between them and laughed.

“I was thinking ‘Night Hawk.’ You know gets that dark moody kick ass thing going on right out of the gate?” Chang stubbed a wrist thick forefinger against her pert strawberry sperm sticky nipple.

“Hmmm, yeah I get what you mean,” the girl nodded and then looked over at Mr. Chang as he proceeded to blow blue smoke rings up at the ceiling. “So where is this tub taking us anyway?”

“China,” the orangutan snarled through his clamped cigar. “And if you can manage to use your suit there to break me out of my chains here,” he held up and shook the clanking leg shackles that ran from his ankles to the ring set in the riveted floor. “As I was such a good monkey and released you from your own rope bonds. Well then maybe we two can manage to surprise these goons and make good our escape once we reach Hong-Kong harbor? What do you say, toots?”

“That’s Silver Wings and yeah that sounds like a plan!”

“UGH! I am telling yuh kid that name just does not work. But snap these titanium garters and let’s have a proper roll in the hay and give it some more thought. You see what you need to get a head in this super heroine biz is an agent! And I am just the monk who can do it for yuh!”

“Tee-Hee! I hope this is a slow boat to China!” She looked down at the flaccid penis that lay between them as it started to twitch and grow and her eyes widened and her mouth gaped, “A very, very, very slow boat! At that! You got yourself a deal, Mr. Chang!”

“Sweetness! Now how about’s yuh get on top and show your ole manager what you got. And toss me a couple of bananas there; I want to show you this little trick I picked up in the Circus of Terror back during my younger days.”

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

PEEK-A-BOOB!

Ruby Rox woke for the third straight night with dried spunk on her face, in her hair, and with her equally spattered breasts exposed, her nightie top having been yanked down, “that’s it! I have had enough of this gross pervert! Whoever has been sneaking into my room and jerking off onto my sleeping hot sexy bod is going to get it now!” The fuming young girl yanked back up her nightie top and then scrambled out of her Puffy Penis bed comforter and raced over to where she had hid the small night vision camera on her makeshift book case. She popped out the flash drive and slid it into her nearby lap top.

For the next few minutes the eighteen year old waif ran the video images back and forth growing increasingly perplexed by what she saw and more importantly what she didn’t see. She had found the distinct moment when the predator pervert had pulled her Puffy Penis coverlet aside and then yanked down her top and even when just seconds later his spunk had splattered across her face and chest, but the figure himself remained unseen. “He’s invisible. Great, that’s all I need some kind of ghost pervert yanking his noodle every night and spurting his gross slime on my puss! Hmmm, what to do now? Well first a looooong shower and some new bed sheets and then some coffee and a plan of action!”

The young girl sat at her efficiency kitchen cardboard table in her bath robe with her long auburn hair still damp under her turban swaddled head towel nursing a cup of steaming coffee in the chill October air of down town Delta City. Behind her the view of the sky line with Raptor Park and the distant Ms. Americana Tower of Justice was rather impressive and somewhat made up for the small confines of the bare abode.

“Why me? Three nights in a row now. And how is the dirty runt getting into my apartment past all those door locks. Hmmm, invisible too, that’s a neat trick. But it can’t be a real ghost, real ghost may leave ectoplasm behind but they don’t leave teenage spunk!” She had already analyzed the sperm at her sister’s lab in the hills on the first day and knew that it was the sperm of a young male Caucasian in his late teens or early twenties and his DNA was not in the criminal data base, well not yet anyway! She was going to catch this little twerp and after getting a little payback throw his jerk ass in jail where he deserves to be for a very long time!

“But again why me? Does he know I am an Aphrodite gene super heroine?” Ruby nursed her half-filled cup of coffee letting it warm her face in its tendrils of aroma as she wandered around in her thoughts. “Why couldn’t I just get a panty sniffer like all the other girls at school? Ugh! Oh well, I can ask him all the questions I want when I have his little wanker wiener under my boot heel tonight! Hmmm, he’s invisible can he also phase through walls? Is that how he is getting in at night? And why don’t I wake up? He does not seem to be particularly stealthy in his approach; he damn near knocked over the light stand as he came on my face? Maybe he has some kind of mental suppression power that keeps me asleep or knocks me out as I am pretending to be asleep as I keep trying to do these past few nights? If that is the case then I will have to lay some kind of physical trap that will hold him until I wake!”

The young woman got up and paced her small apartment; it consisted of an open kitchen niche, a bed room, a small cramped bathroom with a shower and no tub, and the open living room or front room with the sole window of the place. But yeah, what a view! Up on the fifteenth floor you could see over the shaggy autumn sea of tossing orange Raptor Park and to the left the buildings of Delta City Campus housing both the high school and college, and to the right most of the downtown sky scrapers of this particular finger of the ‘hand’ of rocky projections that made up Delta City. The window didn’t open or she could have leaned out and saw the docks running down either side of the finger her apartment building was located on, but she could see straight ahead of her at the mighty giant ‘A’ glittering gold in the early morning sunrise. The Ms. Americana Tower! Such a sight of wonder and awe. And a powerful beacon of hope and promise to all the feminist of the rather dangerous and male dominated city.

She lightly tapped her forehead against the cold pane of glass and then used her bathrobe sleeve to whip away the light smear of skin oil her forehead had left behind. She turned around and headed back across her bare living room toward the small kitchen and its pair of metal folding chairs, the only chairs in her apartment.

Things were very strange of late in the already bizarre city of Delta. First you had Feng Shui who had showed up in the late 1800’s and set up a criminal base in the old pirate town of Delta City and who then went on to build some kind of machine under the city in the maze of old coal mines. This machine made all the guys wieners go limp in a one hundred mile radius and so all the men packed up and left. But then it turned out the machine was really for making all the women in a one hundred mile radius increase their inherent Aphrodite gene so he could then awaken that gene and use them as milk cows for his immortality serum. But Ms. Americana showed up in the late 1970’s early 80’s and destroyed Feng Shui and his machine. And slowly in the 1990’s all the men came back with their small peckers hard and annoying and wanting to be in absolute control again. But then now rumors are saying that the machine was not destroyed after all, and that Feng Shui has returned?! Stories of him rebuilding his criminal empire again and pulling off strange crimes here and there. Stories of him taking over Under Belly the small city under Delta City full of the homeless who took up residence there when the pieces of that asteroid/comet that mad man tried to slam into the city for extortion money which was only half stopped and which then destroyed one of the fingers downtowns and sent sheets of flame through the underground tunnels destroying all those mutant monsters. The same finger that Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade rebuilt with the shiny new Tower of Justice at its heart and the same finger where the new stadium and downtown ball parks and new shiny business districts built by the Wade Brothers who took over Brenda Wade’s Tech business and moved into her home and seem to be fostering a new male dominated ethos of female subservient repression on the city again; all those masculine sports complexes hemming in and built no doubt in response to that shiny new towering feminist beacon.

It was all very confusing and happening so fast. Feng Shui was a criminal master mind and not the usual dolt surrounded by thugs. It was said he was a master of disguise and a genius of all things mechanical and chemical. The recent spate of new super heroines, such as herself, was rumored to be caused by him and some new machine he had built. All she knew was two months ago she was just a normal horny teenage girl thinking of shopping and cocks and now she was this super powered heroine with all these new powers and a new libido that just won’t quit! She had thought she had been a bit randy before now she seemed like she was always on the verge of an orgasm and needing to rub one out! With her new powers in tow it had seemed perfectly normal for her to strike out on her own and move into the new apartment her sister helped her make the deposit on. But there were little job opportunities for a young high school kid with her diploma freshly stamped as an early graduate especially with all the males rushing back into ‘pussy city’! Ugh, nothing but losers day and night and by the bus loads coming to make their big scores. Not an honest man amongst them all of them two bit hoods and lazy assholes looking for the easy money and lays. And those men who had weathered the impotency storm for all those years where there and in place and in power and had ushered all of them straight into the high paying big chair jobs while shoving all the women back under glass ceilings into low paying dead end jobs. She was now working two part time jobs; well they were called part time (in the new Republican Party parlance of newspeak) even though they demanded over forty hours a week in work each! They were just ‘called’ part time so they paid no benefits or insurance or holiday pay or sick leave or anything but minim wage as they constantly tried to screw you out of even just paying that hourly wage with endless loop holes of the Republican Party Nazi wet dream of bringing back slavery to North America as they had already done to South America.

Still there was little even a super heroine could do about such horrors. She could punch a hole through six inches of tank armor and rip the guts out of a black hole but she could do nothing about the cancer of greed that raped the humane race on a daily basis’s. Most of the insidious villains on the planet drew tax payer paychecks or held high ranking positions in large corporations and were legal in their criminal activities and thus untouchable by the law. She could only shake her head and concentrate on those vile monsters that she was allowed to wallop on by a society of sheep so bent on self-destruction.

Monsters that even now were spilling out of the Delta City sewers at an alarming rate; again the rumors all whispered that Feng Shui was responsible for this latest influx of mutant aberrations and that in the dark dank stone warrens of Under Belly city he was plotting and planning and using his homeless army to further his machinations for world conquest with large bubbling vats and foul smelling breading pens.

But all of that was somewhat beyond her rookie status. She was just a little blip on the edge of the radar and had not even registered herself and her new powers at the Ms. Americana Tower. And with the Wade Brothers trying to bully law makers into requiring that Ms. Americana hand over all information she had on file as to the identity and location of all known super heroines, she had little desire to put her name on such a knock list anytime soon despite the perks of such ‘membership’ allowed. Sure it would be great to team up with Ms. Americana and get to shack up in the Tower along with all the new rookies; free room and board and all that state of the art shinny equipment, but yeah she had always been a loner and just because she was now saving the world one little block a night at a time now did not seem to change much in her over all attitude in those regards. So far despite her nightly patrols and fisticuffs with several punks and a few mutant monsters ass kicking’s she hadn’t even bumped into another super heroine let alone chat with one face to face.

For now all she was concerned with was catching her own personal pervert peeping tom and teaching him a lesson he would not ever forget about criminal depravity and then getting back to her nightly patrols for purse snatchers and rogue mutants that squeezed themselves out of the sewers and onto the city streets to attack innocent women. But she still couldn’t help but wonder if her little jerk-off visitor was not somehow related to Feng Shui’s supposed return and if there was not some darker sinister shadow of purpose behind the benign lusts of some teenage horn dog?

Ruby refilled her coffee cup and eyed the small blinking clock on the second hand microwave. It was nearing time for her to leave for her day job and she had already planned on quitting her night job this evening as she had finally a few hundred dollars now saved up in savings and she just couldn’t keep the super heroine gig with only a handful of hours of sleep every other day. It would mean living on a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread or crackers every other pay check week, but it would free up her nights for longer patrols. Hopefully her sister would help bail her out if any unexpected expenses arose.

She set down her coffee cup mug and slipped out of her bath robe and tossed it still damp on the metal folding chair before her and removed her hair towel letting her crimson shimmering locks cascade down her back until the ends tickled her naked round firm ass cheeks. She did not have a dresser yet so she kept all her clothes in her only closet which was located next to the kitchen on hangers alongside her coat and shoes. She did have the luxury of a full length mirror which she had got at a yard sale along with the microwave and cardboard table and chairs. The mirror leaned against the back of the closet and she parted her hanging clothes so she could look at herself in it, pulling on the dangling string that turned on the naked bulb housed inside the closet so she could see herself more clearly.

Her body was impressive. Men hit on her constantly and she knew she was hot. And all of that was BEFORE her Aphrodite gene had awakened. Now with the gene’s stirring her long lithe body was even shapelier and more sexually provocative. Her high pert pointy breasts with their puffy nipples had swollen up from an eye catching double DD cup to a mind melting double GG cup in just a month. Her narrow waist now set above a curvaceous proud full round hip fronted by a thick patch of red downy pubes had tightened slightly. Her long limbs were narrow but well-formed and the slight definition of muscle tone belayed her incredible strength and agile speed. Her face, always super model beautiful was even more radiant and glowing with her large green eyes seeming somehow larger and flashing over her small freckled nose, high cheek bones, and full thick lips. The lion’s mane of reddish hued hair that hung down below her waist and caped over her small shoulders only added to her long lists of charms.

Naked as she was her Aphrodite gene powers gave her the strength of five strong men and the healing powers to recover from a deep cut or heavy bruise in a matter of minutes. But once she mentally activated her powers with her conscious will she could produce a red glowing semi-transparent blocky exoskeleton, which looking like she was encased in red caramel apple blocks of rock around her body, face, arms, legs, this rock like armor increased her power to almost unimaginable levels. She could in her red rock energy suit of mental power soar into the air and through space and punch holes through solid rock walls. She was neigh indestructible and the suit allowed her to breath in space and under water without any effort or worry. It kept her at a constant temperature and protected her from all damage and crushing depths. However, it did not automatically filter out any airborne particles or stop any projectiles unless she concentrated for the suit to do so. If surprised from behind she could be struck or even shot at by a fire arm. The suit required her constant mental will to be focused in order to function at its more demanding capabilities or its higher end limitations.

Otherwise once summoned and her consciousness uninterrupted by a shock or surprise the suit would simply increase her damage resistance and environmental resistance to whatever degree she had initially summoned it at and willed it to and sort of hover at that level. To increase her strength or filter out poisons or gases or to survive in space or the depths of the ocean she had to mentally concentrate for the suit to perform these functions and then maintain her concentration to keep the suit performing at those levels. Otherwise it would through entropy naturally lower its energy use by slipping back down to lower levels of protection so as to conserve its limited power supply. That power supply was her own physical/Aphrodite gene powers. The summoned suit actually slowly fed off her gene milk as long as it was active and it was this slow constant drain that was causing her breasts to so rapidly grow in size in direct reaction to contain more milk/more power for future use. The more powerful she made the suit the faster it consumed her own breast milk, so she was always lowering the suit back down to its lowest power settings to conserve her breast milk and spiking it up only when needed. As such she was technically open to simple surprise attacks like a monkey wrench to the back of the noggin which might render her unconscious despite the suit being already summoned if she had lowered the power level sufficiently. Or she might be knocked unconscious by knockout gas if again she did not raise up the suits filters fast enough.

The first had actually happened when losing track of a smash and grab thug she had entered a warehouse and found herself K.O. by the same thug with a wrench from behind. Luckily all he wanted to do was escape and she had come to a few minutes later still in her red glowing suit with a splitting head ache but otherwise untouched and unharmed. The latter had never occurred in her outings so far, but she had heard that Aphrodite gene super heroines were all very susceptible to various forms of knockout gases and was naturally weary of such possibilities.

There was of course a catch in summoning her suit, there was of course always a catch when it came to Aphrodite gene powers, or so it seemed. And that catch was that she had to be utterly naked in order to summon her suit. Since the rock suit was a pink-reddish glowing semi-transparent construct of boxy rock like encasement of her body, it did not leave much to the imagination of the few thugs who had thus seen her. To be blunt about it, she had to fight crime basically naked!

Not that had not proved to be most beneficial when it came time to drop down out of the sky or smash though a brick wall and surprise some car-jacker or ATM thief; almost all low life scum in Delta City were men and a naked busty hot sexy woman made them stand there and gap even as you were seconds from booting them in the crotch! Ha! So the whole naked thing wasn’t exactly as bad as she first thought it might be. Still it did mean she had to walk the streets at night as Ruby Rox, and then when she saw some suspicious guy she had to slip into some semi-public place and quickly strip off her clothes so she could then summon her body/armor/suit! And there was the time when some pervert had stolen her sweat pants, panties, bra, and t-shirt where she had stashed them and she had after several frantic hours wondering what to do about that, had been forced to land several blocks away from her apartment and turn off her almost depleted suit. (the suit strips the Aphrodite gene milk from her breasts but leaves the breast themselves still full and firm so she has to always guess how much gene milk power she has left as her teats don’t actually deflate as it were as they tended to do with other super heroines when they get milked.) and then half sneak half mad scramble her naked ass all the way back to her door. The bit in the elevator of her apartment building buck ass naked with the passenger car full of Jehovah Witnesses was one of the most embarrassing moments of her young life!

Her weakness then was having to be naked in order to summon and maintain her red energy suit and that the suit fed off her gene breast milk in direct proportion to how much power she funneled into the suit. At its highest powers she could drain her plump firm udders dry of any more gene fuel in under an hour or at its lowest settings she could wear the suit for days before she ran her ‘tanks’ dry. Her breasts ability to replenish her gene milk was growing stronger with each time she summoned her suit/costume but her permanent breast size increase only occurred when she drained her potent teats dry of all Aphrodite gene milk and that was something she generally tried to avoid. The constant focus of her mind to keep the suit doing what she wanted was not as hard as it sounds; not much different than the way a conscious mind willing their foot to depress an accelerator in a car becomes almost a mindless subconscious action rapidly over time. She could chew gum and walk at the same time and she could keep up her suit to a level to bounce bullets off her and fight at the same time. It wasn’t THAT hard. But she could still be surprised or even startled by an explosion that caught her suddenly off guard and which was more powerful than the level of defense she had her suit set at and find herself groggy on her knees with a bunch of goons racing toward her with sledge hammers. That had also happened before, but each time she learned a bit more what to watch out for and she had never been defeated to such an extent as to be captured or sexually molested. Maybe that was why this peeping tom pervert coming into her apartment the past three nights and shooting his wad all over her face was so irritating and infuriating to her? That and in three nights attempts she had been unable to catch him!

THERE! In the mirror! Right behind her, a slight blurring of the light angling in through her drape-less front window. She could definitely see the ugly green shag carpet bending down under each invisible foot fall. He was here! The pervert! Still in her apartment and just standing a foot or two behind her! Ruby spun and shot out a spinning round house kick centered at waist level. She felt a reassuring sharp crumpling contact to her heel and calf. He had been closer than she thought! She fell back from the badly spaced blow and pushed herself back out of the shallow closet with hangers and clothing falling down about her in a mad rush to close with the invisible pervert before he could elude her and change his whereabouts.

She fell half over him and began to pummel and grab at the invisible peeping tom as he tumbled backward from her with an audible thud taking her with him. She quickly rolled him under her and straddled him on her knees as she wrestled around trying to find his arms and head. Once she found his arms she grabbed those and felt an odd device on one of his wrists this she fumbled with letting go of his other arm as he appeared to be momentarily dazed from her blows.

After a few hissing frantic moments something clicked and with a pop and smell of burnt ozone the naked skinny and nose bleeding pimply faced teen appeared sandwiched between her well-turned thighs. She was sitting on his chest and her thick red pubes made him at first look like a lumber jack with a beard until she leaned back and saw him to be a geeky pizza faced scrawny boy. She angrily snapped off the device on his wrist and tossed it into the closet to her left and eyed the still dazed teenager with snake eyes and barred teeth. “Well, well if it isn’t my very own little-“she looked over her shoulder at the boys naked crotch, “very little peeping tom? Who likes to cum on sleeping girls faces!” She punched him hard in the face knocking his skull back with a sharp retort against the almost pad-less green shag carpet and breaking his already bleeding nose in the process. “Well little shit! I have a surprise for you! I am going to show you what happens to little perverted losers who make the mistake of treating a superior woman like one of your blow up sex toys!”

Still in a rage she grabbed the semi-conscious pervert and dragged him across the rug to the closet door. “I hope those carpet burns hurt like hell tomorrow, but they are nothing compared to what is going to hurt like hell today!” She let go of the sack of limp bone and muscle and rummaged around through the fallen clothes and hangers to dig out one of her zipped up gym bags. A few seconds later she had produced a pair of solid steel hand cuffs from the bag and with a different bag in hand dragged the pervert back to her bed room. The only furniture in her bed room was her still unmade bed, and a homemade set of book racks made out of 4x6’s and milk crates. It was but a matter of moments and she had the still groggy skinny naked boy handcuffed, face down, to her bed post. She calmly pulled out a huge strap on pink dildo and proceeded to deftly fasten it on her lithe body. She dug through the bag which lay on the bed next to the now groaning and muttering boy, pushing several large full tubes of lube out of the way until she found the Taser she was looking for. “Oops, looks like no lube, ah too bad. I guess we had better use this ball-gag and duct tape then so your screams don’t bother the neighbors. Oh and some music to help drown that out as well.” She turned on her radio clock. “Do you like classic rock? Just scream twice rapidly for yes and one long scream for no.” She gagged the boy and then violently shoved the enormous pink strap on deep into the virgin rectum before her, eliciting a stream of red faced neck bursting muffled screams from the young boy under her. “Was that a yes or a no? I can’t be sure. Well why don’t we hammer this boney ass of yours for an hour or two and then I will ask you a few more questions about where you got that little wrist toy of yours and why you thought it was such a good idea to invade my house and put your tiny little pecker in my face!” Ruby began to savagely hump the screaming boy while generously applying jolts with her Taser to his nuts until the smelt of burnt frazzled nut hair filled the small bed room.

“Well that was fun.” She turned the boy over so he was twisted in his chained state to the bed post and lay with his front half exposed to her, “A nice way to kill a sick day from work. Hmm? Oh still sobbing from you very first anal rape? Well, tiny prick-” she shoved the Taser into the small penis before her and ground it there as the boy shook and jerked his body under its electric fire. “You need to get used to getting your ass reamed where you are going. I foresee a lot of prison bitch sex in your immediate and long term future. Well that is unless you can give me some answers to where you got that little bracelet of yours and why you choose me to be your prison sock sex toy? Hmmm? Okay, just want to lie there and twitch and sob? That’s fine I guess it’s time to get out the big dildo…. The one with the brass knobs and spikes.”

The boy immediately began screaming under his ball gag and duct tape but she went ahead and dug out the ‘bitch tamer’ that she had received as a party joke on her eighteenth birthday and snapped it into place and tossed the blood caked pink dildo aside. She let him stare wide eyed at the beast before she flipped him over and let the cold steel and brass leather ringed monster fall with its full weight on his naked twitching ass. He jumped at the meaty thwack and began to shiver.

“Oh. Now this. This is going to hurt. In fact this may do some serious damage to your insides. Some serious rearranging of vital organs here. I have never fucked a little boy to death before; I think I am going to enjoy this. Maybe I should consider an athletic career at Penn State, what do you think? What? What is that? You seem to be trying to tell me something? Hard to understand you with your mouth so full of rubber like that. Should I even care what you have to say or should I just start to drill baby drill?”

She yanked back on his short greasy hair bending his neck back and yanking the duct tape roughly off his face so that it tore out the ball gag in deft motion and left a bloody lip print around the gag on the adhesive tape. “You got ten seconds and then if I don’t like what I hear or don’t hear it all, the pink one goes in your mouth and the black one goes in your ass and I fuck until they meet somewhere in your chest cavity got it?”

“S-s-stole it! Stole it from the Wade Brothers Lab on Tenth Street and Park! One of their small hidden labs. I work there after school as a janitor! I stole it! I picked you because I thought you were hot! I live in this building! Y-y-you know my mom! You car pool sometimes to work together.”

“And if you NEVER want your mom to find out what a fucking little perverted shit you are, you are going to take your scrawny naked ass out of my apartment and never ever fucking EVER! So much as look at me again! Do you fucking understand me! You ever so much as even quiver your pathetic micro-cock in my general direction or peek at my body I don’t even care if I am bra-less and jogging down the hallway in a fucking see-thru tank top! Somuchasonehornybreathyousonofabitch! And I do the world a favor and cut your fucking nuts off and then throw what’s left of you to the cops! Got it dickless wonder?!” She unlocked his handcuffs shoving him off her bed and out of her bedroom and tossed him the towel from the back of the folding chair to wrap around his bruised and bloody waist. He nervously glanced back past her in the general direction of where she had tossed the invisibility bracelet. “Don’t even think about it! Now hall balls or I call the cops!” The eighteen year old boy raced bow legged out of the apartment with dried blood splatted between his thighs and disappeared down the hallway.

She slammed the door behind him. “Hmmm, Wade Brothers, eh? There seems to be a lot of their tech winding up on the streets lately and in the hands of just utter bozos to boot. Seems odd that such high and mighty military hardware industrialists would be so sloppy in their security. Maybe I should take a quick peak at this downtown secret lab on Tenth Street was it? After all I am already naked and the day is pretty much shot for anything else. Ha!”

Ruby Rox weaved through the bustling crowd on the cold October day. She was wearing dark sunglasses and her heavy long felt black trench coat with nothing on underneath it. Her nice cheap high heels clicked on the bluish pavement as steam rose up from the sewer vents into the gray overcast sky. She paused to buy a hot dog, reaming that punk’s ass had given her quiet the appetite, and paid for it with money she was carrying loose folded up in her coat pocket. She stopped and lingered in front of the building on the corner of Tenth Street and Park. It was a four story affair with shops on the street level and apartments above. She eyed the place and realized she could have asked the boy for better directions but then again she was rather upset at the time and not exactly thinking straight. She tossed the remaining hot dog wrapper into an over flowing wire basket garbage pail chained to a street light and reached into her coat pocket and fingered the invisibility wrist gizmo she had brought with her. ‘Even my suit does not make me invisible. It’s a great trick and apparently like my costume it requires you to be naked in order to use it? I wonder if there is any way to incorporate it into my costume. I mean I got to be naked any way to summon my suit… I might have to give this thing a go?”

Ruby eyed the traffic and then crossed cattycorner across the street in a light jog to the building. She loved the feel of her naked nipples jiggling against her coat. Even before she became a super heroine and found out she had to be naked to summon her costume and the enhanced powers it focused and projected for her to use, she had often put on just a coat or sun dress with nothing on underneath it and gone out onto the streets of Delta City to flash her naked tits and pussy in offhand seeming ‘accidents’. Being naked in public and flashing young men or horny teenagers had always gotten her off, the super heroine thing just sort of amplified that now and made her constantly wish she could walk naked through the city causing an endless stream of boners in her wake! Ha! But this was business, super heroine business and she actually took the time to slip her huge naked boob back into the cleavage of her coat where her brief jog had jiggled it out and exposed it to view and pulled her lapels tight to prevent any other mammary mishaps as she entered the door to one of the retail establishments of the building before her.

There were four public retail shops on the bottom floor and she picked the seediest looking one; some kind of import of sweat shop curios from the Pacific Rim. ‘I doubt there will be anything upstairs amongst the apartments and the shops are no doubt legitimate enough, but one of these has to be a front or at least allow me to gain access to the basement utility rooms. As I am certain that any hidden lab is going to be underground in this area of town!’

The coat was a discount store sixty dollar affair and her shoes came off the shelf at twenty bucks, she was dressed cheap in case she lost the clothing when time came to shed them and call up her suit. Still that’s eighty bucks and she liked the coat which had been a 75% knock off because the lining had been torn and it still had seven dollars and change in one of its large pockets. Besides when it came time to go home she would rather not have to scurry up her apartment fire escapes or down its hallways buck ass naked again! She hoped to be able to slip into a back section of the store unseen and still wearing her few garments, but the only door she could find that looked promising was placed directly behind the counter where two glum faced old man and woman stood on either side of their old fashioned register and looked owl faced over their wares.

She left the shop and began to look around for some place at least semi-discreet for her to disrobe and give the invisibility bracelet a try. She found a small over grown weedy lot littered with trash nestled between several buildings and bent back like an ‘L’ from its street facing. She walked carefully through the debris eyeing the various possible places for a wino or homeless person to be sleeping. The lot was completely deserted. One thing about the whole unsettling Under Belly business is that one never saw homeless people on the streets anymore. They had just vanished.

She turned the corner of the ‘L’ and was relieved it was blind to all the neighboring buildings as well as equally empty of all life. She now looked for a good spot to stash her clothing once it was removed and found several hiding places. She had remembered to bring a trash bag with her this time which sat folded up in her pocket with her loose money and giving the area a once over again she quickly removed her shoes and coat.

The air was very chilly on her naked body, and as she removed the bracelet from her coat pocket and snapped it over her wrist and then dug out the trash bag to slip her folded up clothes into it, she enjoyed the sharp bite of the windless day across her nipples and heavy strawberry bush. She removed her sunglasses and placed them into the trash bag as well and then put the bag in a broken panel of a service junction box. Pushed an arm length inside and pressed the vented rusted panel back into place. She looked around again but only the small dead tree trembled in the cold. No other movement or prying eyes to be spied anywhere. She had heard of course as every super heroine had, of some teenage street urchin boy who had some kind of ‘pervert radar’? that allowed him to somehow instinctively know and be on hand whenever a super heroine was naked or somehow humiliatingly compromised or exposed. If you ever got defeated and then stripped naked and left tied up for the whole world to stumble over you it was this guy who was always there first! Rumor was that he was now a sort of side kick/partner to Ms. Astonishing and as such not as likely to show up completely unexpected as a lady would turn around in her birthday suit with costume bra still in hand to startle back from his wide smiling face just inches away from your nips?! But he still somehow managed to be there as often as not just as soon as your panties hit the ground. So far she had not had the distinct er pleasure of his slimy company but she knew it was only a matter of time. As long as she was forced to strip naked in public it was inevitable that she would sooner or later have a run in with ’Evert, the pervert’! At least he was harmless enough and very polite and helpful as he could be, but he never took his unblinking eyes off your naked bod and that wide smile of his got to be a bit much as well as that stutter of his which seemed to match your breast bounce jiggle to syllable.

Still it was somewhat better for Evert to find you and untie you with his somewhat groping hands then to be found by the police. And at least Evert never sold you out to the newspapers or told anyone about your secret identity or took pictures of you to sell to Super Heroine Quarterly and he never stroked himself off spurting his disgusting hot load onto your tits as you wrestled against your bonds screaming in fury and rage; no, only everyone else in the city including the cops did that. So there was a sort of shrugged acceptance of Evert and his ‘special’ ability which had indirectly helped several bound or compromised super heroines in the past with a horny little rescue. And at least you could trust him to run small errands for you or get you a decent cup of coffee once he showed up. He was the nude super heroines’ gofer. Ha! Just don’t expect him to do anything but stare in that toothy smile trance of his until you got your girly parts all covered back up again! HUMPH! MEN!

Ruby pressed the device on her wrist and her body shimmered and then went invisible. She next tried summoning her own super heroine power suit of gem-like semi-transparent faceted armor. It appeared but it canceled out the invisibility. “But it at least appeared. It looks like whatever this wrist device is made of I can actually have it ‘on’ my sexy ass body and still summon my power suit costume. So that means I just added invisibility to my super heroine powers! Hmmm, I can’t reach the device under my costume to turn it on until I dispel my suit.” She concentrated and the suit vanished and she was standing naked again in the lot. She tapped the device again on her wrist and turned invisible. “Alright then let’s see what is behind door number one!”

Being invisible is not quite the same as ‘not being seen’. The solid presence of a living being is manifold and even the blind can note the passing of a body without the aid of eyes. The device on her wrist did not bend light around her as she had initially guessed nor did it seem to cloak her in some kind of refractive microbots as she had imagined. Instead it seemed to actually phase her out of time and space slightly. As such her perfume or solid substance did not have the pull of perceptions around her with telltale sounds or odd distortions of shadow. But a passing stray dog looked at her and growled before yipping and dancing sideways away. And a horse with a police officer on its back snorted and grew restless as she passed. But she found that dodging the crowd on the street side walk its self was made all the easier by the very fact that she did not seem to collide with them as long as her center of perception did not match up directly to theirs. In other words they passed right through her as long as she did not walk directly at them face to face. This was lucky as with the invisibility triggered, her sight and hearing were severed down to just a few yards around her! It was like being made suddenly near sighted and deaf!

She found quickly that she could touch her own body but that interacting with the physical world was only possible by pointing the wrist bracelet at an object and pressing a button on it that then seemed to create some kind of force beam which she only could see that pushed and pulled items roughly.

She also found by dodging a fast swerving car and landing backwards into a parked cars back seat that she could phase through solid objects but it was very tricky at best.

She also noted that several men and women who were looking at items in front window displays frowned and turned suddenly to look in her general direction and a taxi cab driver whipping off his back window after dropping off a fare did the same thing. Reflective surfaces gave away hints of her presence and movement that otherwise where ignored by those when they looked directly at her.

She continued into the shop and made her way cautiously to the door while eyeing the bracelet more closely. It had several raised buttons or jewels on it and she was experimenting with them when one of them caused a spurt of gas to shoot around the wrist device; chloroform! ‘What the hell was the purpose of such a device anyway?! Why would anyone want to be able to knock people out with gas while they were invisible?!’ She shook the nagging thoughts out of her head and slid up to the door behind the old couple and found it locked. She quickly knelt down (well as quickly as possible as all her movements while invisible felt like she was walking on the bottom of the ocean!) and eyed the lock. She looked back over her shoulder a strange sensation when you are knelt naked and invisible behind someone just an arm length away, and eyed the man’s jangling key ring hanging off his belt. It would be an easy matter to slip his keys off his snap hook if she were not using the invisibility device but with it on she would have to try using its rather brutish push pull beam and that was not made for such delicate tactics as pickpocketing. Still turning off the device and becoming visible and naked behind two people was a bit risky. She raised up the arm with the device on it and using her other hand began working the button for the push pull force beam. She missed the keys completely and watched instead in sudden heart in throat horror as the man’s withered lank buttocks began to be pushed around under his tan dress slacks. The man looked dead pan in front of him and then casually reached his hand over to the woman standing next to him and pinched her ass. Still looking just as dead pan as the man she suddenly raised a hand and slapped the man violently across his face. The man raised his hand up to his face and readjusted his glasses and then the man moved back from the counter and passed close to her on his silent way to the restroom. From her experiences on the street she knew that whenever someone walked close to her or she to them it felt like she had just stepped on top of a wind tunnel fan! A roar and rush all around her and before she knew it she had fallen through the light wood panel door and was tumbled down the wooden stair case beyond.

This was the second unexpected phasing through a solid object; the first being a backward lurch away from a speeding swerving car that had caused her to land pell-mell into the back seat of an idling vehicle, and she found the effect just as disorientating this time as then. It took her a few head spinning seconds to right herself on the staircase as she had awkwardly landed on her hands and knees facing down the stairs. The single flight of stairs lead her down to an open rough stone hallway with several open niches rather than rooms full of fuse boxes and water heaters and furnace equipment and thick iron pipes and copper pipes and plastic pipes in all shapes and sizes and piles of storage boxes of all shapes and sizes. The place looked old and dirty and musty much like the two shop owners above her. The only door was a rather new looking affair of metal and painted a lime green. It bore no lettering nor door handle. She paused before it and pondered if this was what she was looking for?

It took several attempts and in the end she found that to phase through any solid object she had to turn around and fall backwards through it. Not the most reassuring approach to using a power nor very practical for use on doors leading directly into stair wells! Fortunately this door opened not on a second stair case but instead directly into a hallway full of more metal doors. She still landed fully on her ass with a loud smacking sound and got up slowly rubbing it as she eyed her surroundings carefully. The hallway of steel doors lead in a single bend which she carefully followed.

Suddenly the low white lights in the hallway turned red and her power bracelet made an odd popping sound and she found herself visible! A gas began to hiss out of the wall vents and for several frantic seconds she wondered what to do in the hallway of handless doors. She needed to summon her semi-transparent luminescent red power suit but that took an initial strong mental concentration and the usual fuzzy headedness from turning the invisibility device on or off was making that in conjunction to the odd smelling gas impossible to do right now. She tried to return back out the door she had come in through but it had no handle on this side as well?! She tried to turn back on the invisibility device but something about those red beam lights now filling the room was making it not work!

Her eye lids began to flutter and her breathing seemed so loud and drawn out as her movements began to become sluggish before she realized what had happened she was lying on her back looking up at the ceiling and a small group of men who were taking off their gas masks corona around her. She recognized the two Wade brothers, cousins of Brenda Wade, from all the times she had seen them on the front pages of the newspapers. And she recognized that damn jerk-off pervert she had ass reamed in her apartment earlier that morning. She seemed unable to move, as if she were slowly floating on an even slower spinning raft down some river that was also a well and she realized that she was now on some kind of gurney being wheeled down a brighter hallway. All the voices were falling away from her like leaves from autumn trees on winds too fast to see.

Suddenly the sensation of movement stopped and a very tall thin oriental man was smiling down at her. “Here she is sir, and we recovered the ‘Tiger Paw’ prototype.” It was the nervous voice of one of the Wade brothers.

“I had no doubts you would Mr. Wade. And the young man who stole my property? I see. I understand that you tried to make some amends by informing us of this young girl’s probable visit. Hmm, steal from me and then use such a powerful device and for what? Such a waste, well all waste has its place in the trash. Dispose of him in various dumpsters about the city. And our little busty friend here? Well she obviously has no awakened Aphrodite gene or she would not have needed the Tiger Paw, she would have just used her super powers and bashed her way in here! Tie her up and toss her into the Delta City Bay somewhere far from shore. I expect more from my servants Wade don’t make me regret allowing you to manufacture and market my wares! This place has been compromised, shut it down.”

The next thing Ruby clearly remembered was the cold icy splash of water as it engulfed her and she sank rapidly down into the icy depths of the harbor. The cold water did much to clear her head and with lungs burning she concentrated and summoned her power suit. Now that she could breathe, she used her suit to easily snap her rope bonds and shook off the heavy chains looped around her intended to drag her to the murky bottom. She rose rapidly to the surface to watch the small fishing trawler gurgling away in the nights near distance. She decided not to pursue it as doing so would let whoever that oriental man was know for sure her identity as a super heroine. And she had no desire to risk him knowing who she was until she knew for certain his identity and purpose. But she had learned the Wade brothers were mixed up with him and that was a lead she could follow and investigate. Suddenly her entire world had slipped its scale of reasoning. “Something tells me I won’t be dealing with purse snatchers anymore. I think I just went prime time!” She smiled beneath her helmet and shot up into the star spangled sky feeling a rush of purpose she had never known before.

“Hello world! It’s me… ROCK MADIEN!” She looked down at the pink glowing fauceted light that encased her easily seen naked body underneath, “the press is going to have a field day with me! I bet they start calling me Rack Maiden once they get a few pics of me in my, er, costume?! HA!”

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