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I guess one of the dirty little secret thrills of writing these things is the rather impossible hope that some day I will create a character or situation or event that Mr. X finds interesting enough to use in one of his spectacular comics. X-y has so many characters and ideas that the odds are nil. Regardless I still struggle to come up with characters that I hope will some day find themselves in a background panel of some Mr. X comic or story thus far. Sensational Babe is just one of the latest in such a line of giddy attempts.

 

I wake up as if every day is Christmas morning and rub my sleepy eyes and rush downstairs to my laptop and scan the backgrounds of the latest Mr. X post looking to see if there, behind Ms. Americana in the foreground schooling Flag Girl, there in the back ground on a computer monitor screen or on a television screen or just on the other side of a parked car, is Sensational Babe getting helplessly reamed by some mutant, all cum covered and glazed like a holiday pudding. Hasn’t happened yet. And there is no likelihood it ever shall, and yet either one sets out cookies and milk and races off to bed or one tips the empty bottle and passes out in a pile of bills in drunken despair. 

 

Seems more joy in hope and the challenges there of, than embracing the repression of hopeless dogma, and thus not setting to task constantly rising efforts of moving towards ones dreams, and instead ending up standing in a gritty dead end desert severing reporters heads and all ways home.

 

I am still trying to get Sensational Babe right, but I have decided its time to populate River City a tad more and to let some more of her dormant sleeping powers awaken.

 

Thanks again to Mr. X for his incredible images and ideas! One of the best artists working in comics and story telling today! Rook.

 

 

THE BOATMAN BRIEF & A FEW OTHER SHORT STORIES

 

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THE INFORMANT

 

Ms. Americana looked around her at the bright mid-day River City street. It was littered with garbage and refuse and abandoned gutted parked cars as well as piles of brick and mortar from a nearby half collapsed building. She shook her head and sighed at the almost war zone looking mess and then hearing a low noise over head looked above her shading her flashing blue eyes with her patriotic hued gauntlet glove as she squinted skyward.

 

“Hmmm, non-military or local police… I wonder if that is one of those new Amazon.com delivery drones?” Ms. Americana frowned up at the lone slow moving humming craft.

 

“No, Ms. Americana that is the Apple version of the Amazon drone which they are calling the, ‘i-soar’! I hear it can travel half as far as the Amazon delivery drone at twice the time and carries half the payload. The government just signed an exclusive contract to use them for delivering all their tax returns.”

 

Ms. Americana dropped her hand from her eyes and let it join in bookend its mirrored compatriot upon her narrow waist. The man addressing her was wearing a trench coat of the last fashion season despite the warm autumn afternoon and bright cloudless sun.

 

He was lighting a vapor cigarette and had apparently just emerged from a nearby alleyway. “Are you my contact?” Ms. Americana sneered at the cigarette and the man in a look of disgust and experienced weary apprehension.

 

 

“Well that depends now doesn’t it?” The man looked down at his plastic cigarette and his shoes, they needed a shine.

 

 

“Depends? Depends on what”!” Ms. Americana turned to fully face the man while simultaneously eyeing the alleyway behind him and the burned out hulk of a Buick that lay between them.

 

 

“Well, times are hard for honest folk these days and the information I have is very valuable… to some.” The man raised up his cigarette but did not put it to his lips and instead wagged it once in front of his face and then looked down the deserted street in the direction of the sound of a distant dog barking.

 

 

“You want payment, is that it? I suppose its no good appealing to your sense of patriotic duty or reminding you that lives are on the line here or that I could simply beat the information out of you?” Ms. Americana glowered at the man whose only response was to shrug and lean against the corner of the building that adjoined the alleyway at his back.

 

 

Ms. Americana sighed and gritted her teeth, “fine. How much did you want you parasite of justice, for your information?”

 

 

The man cleared his throat and pointed his cigarette at the statuesque super heroine in her red, white, and blue underwear and spoke, “I want to fuck you right here and now and blow my load in your pussy.”

 

 

“WHA-WHAT?!” Ms. Americana had been in the process of raising her arms and crossing them under her mighty breasts in a wide legged stance of defiance and contempt but now she was leaning forward as if someone had just shoved her off balance and called her a slut to her shocked confused face.

 

 

“You heard me. And unclench that fist of yours because they only way you are going to get the information you want is to meet my demands.” He was eyeing her firmly but there was a touch of uncertainty about his twitching mouth.

 

 

‘This is that slut Sensational Babe’s fault! I have heard she trades sexual favors with all her informants. No doubt River City had become quiet use to that little sluts orifices!’ Ms. Americana thought in a rush and then struggling to keep her rage in check addressed the pervert before her, “you may be use to your local, er, crime fighters dispensing sexual favors for information but I can assure you in Delta City we do not-”

 

 

“Yack, yack, yack.” The man dragged his other hand out of his trench coat pocket and opened and closed it rapidly mimicking a mouth. “Look I am a busy man here. Do we have a deal or not?”

 

 

Ms. Americana recoiled, “we most certainly do not have a ‘DEAL!’ I am not about to debase myself to the level of a street whore to the likes of you!”

 

 

“Fine,” the thin middle aged man adjusted his felt hat and tie and turned to leave.

 

 

“Wait! Where do you think you are going?! We are not done here! You have vital information that I MUST have!” Ms. Americana looked around her at the deserted street as she started to scurry around the hulk of a car up on cinder blocks to hurry after him. “You wish payment? You wish to be rewarded for your work? Well I usually don’t pay my informants but I can see you are a man of some refinement and standing so of course you should be compensated for your efforts in the war on crime and corruption. Let us say… five hundred? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Alright how much do you want then?!”

 

 

The man had only reached the hood of the burnt out car by the time Ms. Americana had caught up to him and grabbed his arm spinning him around to face her.

 

 

“I have already stated my price. You, bent over this car here, with my cock in your pussy, blowing my wad, for the information you want,” the man looked blankly at the red faced super heroine.

 

 

“Never! I shall never debase myself in trade like some common junior high school slut failing basic math!!! I AM MS. AMERICANA!”

 

 

The man shrugged and turned to walk away again.

 

 

“Look you don’t understand. I need that information and true you are the only source, but I am a champion of justice, a pillar of morality, I am a highly respected and important leader in the community. I am one of the nations, if not the world’s, leading feminists! I simply can not trade the spiritual sanctity of my body’s pristine temple for some male’s deprived disgusting lusts! I am a superior woman! I can not let myself be defiled by- wait!” Ms. Americana looked around her red faced and then lowered her voice to a horse whisper, “what about a hand job?”

 

 

The man stopped walking and looked over his shoulder back at her, “well if you are offering. I won’t say no.”

 

 

The man had stubbornly refused to slip into the more discreet alleyway and had in fact insisted that Ms. Americana jack pound his cock in the middle of the broad daylight street while he loudly moaned and groaned and shouted out obscenities as the red faced super heroine bit her lower lip and tried to shush him as she worriedly looked around her at the silent buildings.

 

 

When the man nosily climaxed he grabbled Ms. Americana to him so his shuddering body ejaculated his semen not only on her gauntlet glove but all over her bare stomach and star spangled panties! “EWE! Gross!” Ms. Americana exclaimed as the warm sticky spunk splattered her lower body.  She swallowed her disgust and embarrassment and cleared her throat as she let go of the throbbing cock, “alright. You had your fun now tell me what I need to know!”

 

 

“Whew! That was about the best hand job I have ever had! Your spitting on the gloves and my cock was really nasty! Thanks babe!” The man started to put his dick back into his dress pants.

 

 

“Ah, yeah, well your welcome I guess, but now about the information?” Ms. Americana was looking for something to wipe her gloves on which were covered in semi-clear spunk.

 

“Information? I don’t know what you are talking about? I told you very clearly that I would impart the information to you only after I had blown my wad in your pussy. There is a considerable difference between a cream pie and a hand job. Geesh! Are you trying to cheat me or what? I thought you masks were supposed to be honest and forthright and all that crap!”

 

 

The man straightened his tie and hat and started to walk away.

 

 

“Wait a minute?! Wha?! Look! I already told you I am not going to let you penetrate my sacred saintly satin inner sanctum! Not now, not ever! And it would seem to me that you are the one who is trying to trick me! You knew very well I meant that hand job to be in trade for the information!” Ms. Americana shook a spooge covered gloved finger at the man’s receding back. “Wait a minute! Where do you think you are going?!”

 

 

“Look I already told you. It’s a fair deal. I mean what is money to me? The information for blowing my wad in your pussy, simple. No tricks in that. Now if you will excuse me, I have other business to attend to, good day.”

 

 

“But I need that information. Lives are at stake! I- look, er, how about a titty fuck? I couldn’t help noticing the way you kept staring at my breasts while I was wanking you off. They are quiet spectacular aren’t they?”

 

 

The man turned around as Ms. Americana winked and yanked her top down smiling at him and the already rising boner beginning to tent his pants.

 

 

Again the man insisted that the champion of justice perform the sexual act in the middle of the quiet city street and there just a block away from honking rushing cars and the busy downtown district of River City Ms. Americana dropped to her booted knees and began to spit and slobber on the man’s cock as it gyrated up and down amidst her massive cleavage.

 

 

Again he grabbed her as he seized up in orgasm and again he blew his thick ropey wad all over her body; this time plastering her neck and tits and under her chin with his white warm man milk goo.

 

 

The man staggered around panting after he had finished spurting on her naked upper body. “WOW! Now that I can honestly say was the best damn titty fuck I have ever, and I mean, ever had! You should consider a change of careers there, Ms. Americana. I mean that was just awesome!”

 

 

Ms. Americana blushed and smiled and gave a short laugh despite herself as pride swelled up in her cum covered breasts, “well, er, thanks! I am glad you liked it. Now, back to work! About that information! Say! Where are you going?!”

 

 

The man raised a hand over his shoulder in goodbye, “I told you I am only wiling to trade that particular bit of information for sex with you here in which I climax in your pussy! Now thank you once again but I must really be going now.”

 

 

“And I told you that I will never, ever, ever, willingly let any man plant his seed in my secret garden’s domain!”

 

 

“And I respect that Ms. Americana, I really do which is why I see no reason to waste both of our valuable time here. Now good day!” the man was walking rapidly away.

 

 

“Wait! What about a blow job?!” Ms. Americana shouted from the middle of the street her cum covered gluey gloved finger touching her wet open mouth in thought.

 

 

The man sighed and then stopped and turned back to her and then sighed again and unzipped his pants.

 

 

She nearly choked oh his cock several times as he kept grabbing the back of her head and slamming his pelvis into her face squishing her nose, despite his not having a penis of any exceptional size. When he came he pulled out and blew his wad of baby batter all over her face and mask much to her startled surprise and shocked anger. He then proceeded to wipe his cock off in her hair which really had her gritting her teeth. And then he zipped up and somewhat tiredly started to walk away without a word.

 

 

“Wait! Wasn’t that enough?! You just ruined my mask! You can’t get cum stains out of these things you know! Please, wait! Okay, okay, I can’t let you cum in my pussy but… you can cum in my ass! Alright?!”

 

 

The man stopped beside the gutted car which was missing its doors and put one hand on the burnt hood and took a deep breath while the other hand clamped his narrow waist and then he nodded his head and patted the blistered fender and motioned her toward it with his other hand so spent as to be unable to waste any energy on words,

 

 

He entered her ass roughly but hard as iron and pounded her shitter for what seemed an eye watering teeth grinding eternity before he spewed his load and collapsed exhausted upon her sweat soaked back. He lay upon her heaving panting backside for several seconds before he was able to summon up enough strength to pull himself out of her cum filled orifice and mummy like stagger stiff legged away.

 

 

“Wait! I - Alright, I Ms. Americana will let you pop a muffin into my easy bake oven,” the super heroine stood up from where she was bent over the car fender and reversed her position so now she hopped up onto the fender and spread her legs clicking her boot heels loudly upon the car hood. She pointed at the panting sweating man and wiggled her finger in greedy summons for him to come to her as she gave him her best bed room sexy eyes. “All this foreplay has made me good and horny and I want that little pecker of yours plowing my bean field right now!”

 

 

The man gave a weak wide smile and shuffled a few steps toward her only to roll his eyes up into his head and take a face plant straight upon the pavement where he lay unmoving passed out.

 

 

Ms. Americana who had been leaning back with her naked star shaved pubic hair snatch revealed between her taught thighs stopped humming the star spangled banner at the man’s sudden collapse and shot upright shocked and blinking. “Oh no you don’t!” She bounded off the car hood and rolled the man over and began ripping his trousers off him in shreds! “There’s  no rain check for this parade! You don‘t start my motor and then leave it idling!”

 

 

Ms. Americana entered the offices of Jack Pound, the mayor of River City, wide legged and dripping cum out of everyone of her holes as she pointed a cum covered glove up at the ceiling and shouted, “Do not worry Mayor Pound! I, Ms. Americana, the champion of truth, justice, and honor, have obtained the vital information regarding the location of the bomb and your city is safe from blackmail!”

 

 

Ms. Americana stopped dead and squinting through one cum covered eye noticed a cum covered Omega Woman, a cum covered Green Specter, and a cum covered Specter Girl and a cum covered Amazing Babe all standing wobbly at the side of the mayors desk.

 

 

The Mayor looked angrily over at Ms. Americana and then back at the line of sex exhausted Delta City super heroines as he pushed up out of his chair causing the chief of police and several law enforcement officers to step back. “Oh, you mean the bomb that already exploded about a half hour before the first of you floozies started showing up dripping cum in my office?! That’s just grand Ms. Ameri-whore! I am so glad you and your Delta City super sluts came up here to River City for this friendly visit and talked me into not meeting those bombers demands. Now I was just about to have these tramps thrown out of my office why don’t you join them! I‘d throw your skanky asses into a cell but I kind of need the room for the more competent criminals! So if you don‘t mind! And please don‘t let the door hit you in your cum covered asses as I just had it repainted from the last time Sensational Babe was here! And I thought she was an insatiable slut!”

 

 

“Ah, don’t mention it Mayor and I mean really please don’t mention it, it was all just another days work for us super heroines!” Ms. Americana gave a two finger salute at her cum crusted eyebrow and belched a cum bubble as Specter Girl suddenly slipped her stiletto heel on the cum puddle that had been dripping steadily out of her snatch and knocked the whole line of super heroines over who promptly knocked over everything else in the small office as they fell demolishing it. “Ah, no need to thank us. We, ha, will just be going now. I think we can find our own way out. Remember to eat your vegetables, and brush after meals, and if you ever find yourself in a position where you need superior women again don’t hesitate to call. Uh you do have our number don‘t you? BURP!”

 

The end.

 

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COMMUNITY SERVICE WITH A SMILEY

 

“Look at those poor girls over there!” Ms. Americana nodded over at four young girls dressed for Halloween in scanty sexy revealing costumes. “They have no self respect at all. All these River City teen girls want to do is have constant mind melting sex!” Ms. Americana ‘tisked’ and shook her head.

 

 

“Ah, yeah.” Flag Girl looked over at the group of teens who were obviously waiting outside on the stoop of their brownstone for a ride to a party. They were indeed a bunch of giggling nipple slip down blouse and up skirt pussy flashing horny teens as the dilapidated River City was wont to be filled with. Flag Girl shrugged at the excited horny girls talking and texting nonstop while taking some very revealing selfies with their cell phones. “What are you going to do. You know its just the way girls are up here.” The teen started to get into the Americana car whose door she already had open. “So should we head back to Delta City? Halloween is always a busy night for us! And it’s a long drive even when you run all the red lights like you tend to do.”

 

 

Ms. Americana remained standing next to her car with her hands on her hips staring over across the street at the laughing happy girls. Flag Girl noticed this and with an eye roll got back out of the car. “I blame that Sensational Babe. You know these girls see her running around town with her tits and ass on display and engaging in sex out in the public streets and of course they are going to become confused by such wonton whorish displays by someone who is supposed to lead by example! Humph!”

 

 

“Ah, yeah, well that sucks and all, but its getting kind of late already five pm and we told Omega Woman we would be back from returning the Purple Python to the River Cities police department before eight pm. I can see why that Purple Python is always giving Wolf Woman so much trouble down south, she really is something in all that python skin getup and those sleeper holds and that tongue of hers!”

 

 

“Yes, that tongue was amazing,” Ms. Americana purred absently. “Flag Girl I have a mission for you!” Flag Girl began to slowly pound her head against the door frame of the Americana Mobile. “Those children need a mentor a person their own age to look up to! I want you to get your Flag Girl moped out of the trunk of the Americana Mobile and then go over there and talk to those girls about the feminist creed of self respect and girl power! I will meet you back in Delta City after you have completed your mission. Oh and stop by Bucket O’ Willies and bring home some deep fat fried battered fish parts for supper. Omega Woman wants to do another Halloween Nightmare Witch house stake out so don’t be late!”

 

 

Flag Girl surly pushed her moped up onto the sidewalk in front of the group of joyful teen girls and kicked down the kickstand before walking up to where the teens sat upon the stoop photographing their pokies and camel toes while laughingly posting them on the net as they looked up and down the street for their ride to the party.

 

 

‘How do you talk to girls who think a hand job is abstinence at its most sever prudish extreme about feminist ideals of not using ones sexuality for advantage in life because it is demeaning?!’ Flag Girl pondered as she bit her lip. She suddenly remembered that time last week when Ms. Americana had asked her to explain safe sex to that group of school boys who Ms. Americana had caught drawing chalk naked stick figure women on the playground tarmac! She had never had so many loads popped into her snatch before! And that was just from the fat middle age supervisor recess teacher! She still had jump rope burns along her pussy lips! ‘Where do boys learn to tie girls up in such perverted ways?!’

 

“Ah, hi there girls! I am Flag Girl, you may have heard of me? No, well I am like really big down in Delta City. Got my own fan club, breakfast cereal, you know the works! Anyway, I wanted to just take a moment to chat with you about -” one of the girls turned and bent over to better access her purse revealing a naked pierced pussy under her short Wonder Woman skirt. “Ah, yeah, so as I was saying. This is not a costume I really AM a super heroine and all that! Well I mean it IS a costume, I mean, ah, anyway so -” one of the teen girls in a witches’ hat was wearing some kind of skintight tiny black shorts and had her legs spread revealing not only a deep camel toe but several inches of silky red pubes above the sunken waist line as she pointed her cell phone camera up from her crotch and took a duck lip smirking ‘fuck you’ finger flipping photo and pressed send.

 

 

“Ah,” Flag Girl swallowed hard and stared at the plump camel toe of the skinny girls deeply cleft snatch as she wiggled her full ass cheeks to get into position for another naughtier pic. If you asked Sensational Babe what her favorite sexual position was she would reply, ‘D.P’ meaning any position as long as it resulted in double penetration of her love box or anus or mouth or all the above simultaneously. For Flag Girl the answer would have been, ‘any position as long as it involved teen snatch!’ nothing drove Flag Girl into a sexual frenzy faster than a nearby snatch of a beautiful young girl and here were four of them ignoring her as her pussy began to drool under her own jailbait skirt!

 

 

It was obvious that the four girls were taking pics and sending them to other boys and girls who were also on their way to the party and that the girls were aggressively seeking out and selecting their sexual partner of the evening. The girls would suddenly stop and all look at this or that photo that had just been sent to one of them and burst out laughing or raise an eyebrow and nod with appreciation and a licking of their lips. Flag Girl was still struggling with the naked or nearly naked four hotties snatches which they kept tossing into her line of sight in rapid succession leaving the poor blushing girl with a thick tongue and drool dripping down her chin.

 

 

“I - ah- understand the NEEDS a young girl feels but you see there is this thing called morality and ethic responsibility. The cornerstones of feminist girl power. You see self reliance and inner strength and oh my group pics, that’s hot. Do you want me to join you in a few pics?  I wouldn’t mind really. Well, I - I - guess I could take that off. I guess that would be alright.”

 

 

Suddenly two mutiods emerged from the manhole in the center of the street. They tossed the manhole cover aside and sniffing the air growled and charged over towards the shrieking group of teens.

 

 

Flag Girl struggled against the two muscular huge cock beasts but was soon overwhelmed. Her costume ripped from her body exposing her still developing full pointy teen tits and her blonde snatch trimmed into the image of a smiley face. The shocked teens began snapping wide mouth pics as the super teen was savagely  raped and helplessly molested for almost half an hour straight. Huge mutiod cock slamming away in her mouth, ass, and pussy, the twenty inch monster cocks as thick as a school girls calf pounding in jack hammer fashion while the helpless blonde teen orgasm and orgasm and orgasm remembering to take a moment now and again to flash a peace sign or thumbs up at the four drooling girls who were snapping pics and video with their phones.

 

 

Soon utterly spent the two grunting beasts dropped the cum covered teen super heroine and slipped back down into the River City sewers.

 

 

Just then the Americana Mobile whooshed up to a stop knocking over a mail box and Ms. Americana scrolled down her drivers side window. “Get in Flag Girl I just got an emergency call from Amazing Babe she needs our help back in Delta City pronto!”

 

 

Flag Girl staggered to her feet dripping cum as the four Halloween dressed teens rushed up to her screaming out how they all wanted to be super heroines when they grew up!

 

 

Ms. Americana beamed a big smile at the girls hearing this and gave Flag Girl a nod, “sounds like a job well done, Flag Girl! Now stow your moped in the trunk and let’s hurry I think Amazing Babe is in over her head something about a new villain calling himself, Jack-O-Lantern, got a pumpkin head and lots of raping vines! I really don’t want to miss it! WOW! I don’t know what you said to those girls but it really did the trick! Not only are they just mad about becoming responsible respectable super heroines but they can’t spend another second in those slutty clothes of theirs!”

 

 

It was true. There behind the orgasm drained sidekick the four teen girls were rapidly tearing off their clothes and rushing over to the open manhole in the street and dropping down it as fast as they could scramble!

 

 

Flag Girl could only give a weak smile and a thumbs up sign as a passerby walking his dog stopped and snapped a cell phone pic as Ms. Americana smiled at him and then put a peace sign up to her mouth and stuck her tongue through it a pose she had seen many times on her face book page from girls texting her but which she did not comprehend, ‘it’s important to be hip,’ the busty super heroine thought to herself as she now wiggled her tongue through her fingers as the man smiled and snapped the photo. ‘After all I can’t rely on Flag Girl to do all the P.R.!’

 

The end.

 

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DEAD BATTERIES

 

Omega Woman picked herself up off the shattered pavement and snarled up at the receding dirigible as it listed past the burning Delta City skyscraper. “There’s no doubt about it something is wrong with my powers! Even resting now for several days between patrols is not letting me recover my super strength or flight abilities anymore. Professor Whirlter has been powerless to help me. I must contact the Omega Sisterhood and find out what is the matter with me?!”

 

 

Contacting the rather snobbish Sisterhood was not something Omega Woman relished. They were an aloof bunch and thought little of an Earthling as a member of their celestial cause.  But she had little choice as she would be of little use in her current state of ever weakening powers to help and protect the citizens of her city.

 

 

The contacting device had arrived very late in her career. She had been selected by a dying Omega Sister who passed her powers on to her and not by the elite high council as was the normal procedure. They had snubbed her for the most part and left her as a lone wolf loose cannon neither calling upon her help nor offering any help or contact of their own.

 

 

It wasn’t until Barron Bondage who traveled around space on his bondage amusement park world had managed to capture the Omega Sisterhood entire elite high council and put them up on display as part of his bondage tourist attractions that the remaining Sisters had asked for her help to rescue them. She had succeeded, sort of for the most part, and her reward had been she had been requested with a communication device in order to contact the Sisterhoods great space Citadel if she needed help.

 

 

Omega Woman looked at the communication device which she had just retrieved from its hiding place in her bedroom closet and swallowed hard. It was in the shape of a twenty five inch phallus with large grape fruit sized ball sacks attached to its base. The sisterhood was a cloister order maintaining vows of self imposed chastity and feminist ideals in their constant fight against both injustice and the Breeders, a race of semi-demonic warrior beings who could on reproduce through the rape of humiod virgin females, and since the Sisterhoods powers turned their bodies back into a virginal state each time they transformed into their uniforms they presented the conquest driven Breeders with the most ideal perpetual breeding slaves to create their galaxy spanning armies.

 

 

For all their purity and up turned noses the Sisterhoods primary powers relied on sexual released energies as well as the Aphrodite gene breast milk. Thus the communication device required Omega Woman to first charge and trigger its core cells in a manner that would have shocked anyone who had contact with the Sisterhood and did not know its secret ways.

 

 

Omega Woman looked at the device and then at the locked door of her apartment and the locked windows with their blinds shut and then with only a second of hesitation pulled her uniforms bottoms aside and carefully mounted the huge pristine crystalline cock and slid her self gently down its huge ribbed shaft,

 

 

After just a few pumps of her grinding hips the large device began to throb and glow. She could feel its growing warmth and its surging power but the portal would take several powerful climaxes from her before it would open. This she knew from pervious experience using the device.

 

 

In fact it took over an hour of constant hammering of her feverish twat up and down on the huge device slick with her pussy juices that puddle around its large now pliant testicles, before the air in front of her sweating open mouth drooling face shimmered and opened the communication portal before her. There an imposing blank faced matriarch manned the switchboard who raised an eyebrow at her quivering body as she franticly increased her pace of her jacking hips pounding up and down upon the communications devices red hot pulsing shaft in order not to loose the connection.

 

 

“Yes?” Even the tone was arched and airy through the snap and crackle of burning ozone of the hovering shimmering blue portal and the millions of light years distance of cold dead space.

 

 

“I -I - I neeeeed your help!” Omega Woman grunted out through clenched teeth as another orgasm hit her just as she was trying to speak, most embarrassing!

 

 

There was a sigh from the large face looking through the portal at her, “you act like you never used a deep space cummunicator before? Please state the nature of your emergency so I can re-direct your call to the appropriate departmental head.”

 

 

“Ah - oh - yes, yes, YES!” Omega Woman was now struggling against waves as orgasms as he portal link now being open sent shivering vibrations through the now flesh feeling monster cock.

 

 

“Hmmm, are you sure you are licensed to use this cummunicator device? You didn’t sneak this out of your mommy’s bedside drawer did you?” The face was stern and frowning and leaned forward to peer through the portal a bit with suspicious sweeps of the room with her narrow eyes.

 

 

“I am an Omega Sister. Omega Woman 10984! And I need help! My - my powers seeeeeem to be failing - oh gawd! Failing me!”

 

 

“Humph! Oh you are that Earthling! Not dead yet, eh? Very well. I will have to put you on hold your assigned comp-controller is on lunch.” The blue shimmering portal sparked and then went blank but continued to shimmer as the music to Muskrat Love began to fill the dim room.

 

 

“Wha! NO! You can’t leave me humping this bitch tamer like this keeping the portal open! I will mind-break! I will turn into a mindless sex craved whore!”

 

 

But the portal did leave her gasping and humping and groaning and moaning and yes even some screaming on the really big sudden orgasms as the increasing living cock now thrust up and pounded her helpless pussy as she exhaustedly ground down upon it. Trying desperately not to lose her mind amongst the extreme inhuman pleasure being ripped out of her body.

 

 

The portal connection snapped open during the Metalica version of Hey Jude and thus muting it, much to Omega Woman’s ears thanks.

 

 

“Yes? Oh it’s you honey! How are things? How is Earth and all that? Still have that little crush on Amazing Babe? You know those kinds of dreams of another younger woman are rather common amongst the Sisterhood though I must admit yours are rather depraved. I mean -”

 

 

“M-Must help! Meeeee powers fading!”

 

 

“I never heard of wanting to tie up and rape a girl in so many different ways while a priest performs the marriage rites in a church in front of all your friends throwing flower petals on your sweating humping bodies before?! Oh - what was that dear?”

 

 

“Myyyyyy - FUCKING GWAD! Huhuhuh. Powers fading neeeeeed help!”

 

 

“Oh mercy! That’s my other line. Just a second I need to take this call. I will put you on hold only be a moment!” The portal screen full of the matriarchs face went blank and Beethoven’s Ninth filled the room only sung by rappers and with an inane back beat pulsing over it.

 

 

The other call must have been a long one for when the portal opened up on the matriarchs face the communication device had risen up off the floor and was plowing the helpless Omega Woman relentlessly driving her open mouth drooling face into the cum stained carpet of her apartment as her eyes rolled up into her head in rapture as she made long droning sounds like a whale giving birth punctuated with wet gasping short raspy sounds of ‘ah-ah=ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah’ keeping in time with the jack hammer pounding of the dominating device.

 

 

“Oh, yes there you are! Sorry that other phone call ran into my break period, now where were we? Oh yes something about your power failing you was it? Hmm, the communication device also has a full sensor array and its sending me relevant readings now. Hmmm, yes just as I suspected. When Omega Sister 782 passed on her powers to you she was dying and her powers had been somewhat compromised. To put it bluntly you need to have a full recharge. Usually an Omega Sister only needs a full recharge once every hundred years or so measured by your Earth time, but your Earthling body dose not seem able to hold a full charge that long. Hmm, you may need a re-charge every other year according to these readouts? Still we will need to bring you to the Citadel for a full re-charge and then we can see how things go from there! Please prepare for teleportation! Please keep all hands and limbs inside the cummunicator field at all times!”

 

 

There was a snap and crackle and Omega Woman blinked the white sparks out of her eyes as she looked around her. She was at the Sisterhood Citadel. Hundreds of Omega Women wearing the black and red robes of regale stood staring at her with shocked mouths and open disdain and this was because Omega Woman was still on her knees her face in a puddle of drool with her naked ass still quivering up in the air as a rooster tail of pussy juice shot out of it in a giant geyser as the last orgasm ripped through her almost senseless body.

 

 

Two red and black robed Omega guards awkwardly helped her up to her wobbly feet while trying to juggle their large energy halberds. Then amidst a shower of ‘tisk-tisks’ and whispers about ‘those slut Earth women’ Omega Woman found herself being escorted to the nearby Re-charge station.

 

 

The re-charge center was a busy place with Omega Women from all over the galaxy arriving and leaving the vast re-charge banks and their subsequent attendants.

 

 

There she waited as patiently as possible reading e-reader tablets of articles and directives about and from the operations center concerning galaxy news maters as she sat in the most uncomfortable plastic waiting room chair she had ever sat in before.

 

 

After a horrible long wait which at least allowed her to recover some of her composure from her recent orgasmic deluge if not any of her powers; the blonde avenger found herself sitting in an even more uncomfortable chair before a desk and seated  low ranking administrator of the re-charge complex.

 

 

“I am afraid your power levels have been neglected for too long. A simple Omega ray bath is not going to do you much good. You will have to undergo the full re-charge using the ancient rites. In fact due to your Earth cell structure this may be the only way to re-charge your powers from now on? The ancient rites is the crude method discovered and used by our ancestor sisters to gain and re-charge their powers before they constructed the more user friendly re-charger booths. But we still maintain the old ways for symbolic occasional rituals of the purification ceremony for chosen elites and as the more practice last resort of power failures in an Omega Sister such as yourself. The ancient way distills more power into the subject and is much more reliable than the modern re-charger stations but was abandoned for, er, certain reasons which you may conclude yourself. Now I need you to sign several waivers before the treatment can begin.”

 

 

“So this stone niche is the ancient re-charge booth?” Omega Woman looked doubtfully at the carved niche set in the stone wall of the natural rock of the large asteroid the Citadel was built upon. 

 

 

“No,” the robed guard snapped a wrist device upon Omega Woman’s gloved arm as the administrator continued talking. “This wrist meter will monitor your Omega radiation levels and when they have reached and maintained the appropriate peak we will bring you back.”

 

 

“Back?! Back from where?!”

 

 

?Back from the Omigads of course,” and with that the administrator nodded and the guard yanked a lever and  the floor of the niche gave way and Omega Woman dropped screaming through the sudden trap door.

 

 

“In the beginning the first women who would go on and form the nexus of the celestial Omega Sisterhood discovered their powers by happen chance.” The thin voice spoke out of the wrist device snapped to Omega Woman’s lower arm as the blonde struggled up off her butt where she had landed in the dark cavern simultaneously rubbing her head and ass as she peered around her at the dim void.

 

 

“These women space travelers discovered an asteroid with an atmosphere and life giving water and plants. The rocks of this small world had during its long travels before being captured by a near by suns gravity had passed through the deathly Omega Nebula spiral and absorbed the Omega Radiation into its self. This low level radiation began to effect the women explorers giving them strange powers. But it was not until they ventured deep into the bowels of the planetoid that they stumbled across the Omigads! And gained their true powers and right to protect and serve the galaxy!”

 

 

There was a low growl from the dark in front of Omega Woman as she instinctively recoiled into a defensive crouch holding the glowing wrist band in front of her in a desperate attempt for illumination.

 

 

“Since then even after the mighty Citadel was built and the re-charger stations created the Sisterhood has kept some Omigads in the lower works, even to this day!”

 

 

The lone growl was taken up by another on her right and then another on her left until a chorus of low rumbling growls issued all around her as she spun her forearm this way and that trying to get its low level of bluish light to reveal what was inching toward her!

 

 

“We will monitor your intake of the Omiagd, er, ‘input’ and when you have sustained enough liquid re-fueling we will trigger the wrist device and teleport you back to your world. Well if you survive that is and don‘t mind-break. Have a nice day.”

 

 

Omega Woman started to speak but then her mouth simply hung open on her shocked face as first one and then another and then a dozen of cylinder shaped creatures covered in tentacles each tipped with the largest most powerful looking penis erections she had ever seen dribbling blue glowing pre-cum closed in around her!

 

The end.

 

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SIDEKICKS ‘R’ US

 

“look I fully see you in your  position, er, I mean I comprehend your feelings in this mater but you have to face facts. This idea of your is simply not working!” Omega Woman cleared her throat and wiped the drool off her chin just before Flag Girl who was bent over in front of her slightly shaking her nearly naked ass back and forth in front of her blushing face straightened up from fastening her skate boot and turned to face the red faced older super heroine.

 

 

“We are not changing our mind!” Flag Girl snapped in a tight lipped miffed nod at the still blushing blonde super heroine.

 

 

Omega Woman breathed out a sigh of relief that Flag Girl had not realized that she had been staring at her ass and getting turned on by it. Omega Woman’s sexual weakness was teen girls who could have her love box booming in seconds; with her main crush object being Amazing Babe whose very presence could render her a tongue tied stumbling buffoon in an instant! For a thirty two year old woman who has spent a life time in utter control and command of her self and others and reveled in her dominating self reliance and control to be so utterly unhinged by a mere blonde teen was an excruciatingly embarrassing and shocking situation. That she became so turned on in the prescience of almost any teen or group of teens was bad enough and something that had been a life long bane; but that this one lone Amazing Babe filled her not only with the most intense lusts in her dreams and waking life but also with feelings of passion and emotion she had never felt before rendered her confused and ditzy and this was so utterly unlike her that she was disgusted by the very wonder and beauty that ravished her senses as soon as the girl entered a room. At which point Omega Woman would promptly leave said room, usually by ripping off the door by its hinges or smashing out through the window or wall to the over reaching effect that everyone believed that Omega Woman strongly disliked the young teen Amazing Babe.

 

 

“I appreciate your integrity in this matter and I truly respect the validity of many of your complaints but don’t you think you are taking this a tad too far?” Omega Woman was not wearing her usual Omega Woman super heroine uniform. She was in fact in her civilian aspect of Kameron Drake and was wearing a white tight see thru muscle shirt through which her large areolas and hard nipples could readily be seen. The stretched t-shirt was emblazoned with the words; “I BURNED IT!” in reference to the feminist burn the bra movement of the sixties. She had purchased the t-shirt at the Brenda Wade booth at the last feminist fair. Other than the revealing shirt she was wearing a black pair of skin tight yoga pants and black ankle boots.

 

 

Flag Girl on the other hand was wearing her ‘disguise’ consisting of a tight t-shirt emblazoned with, “BORN TO WHORE!” and a pair of skin tight camel toeing hot pants and a pair of inline roller skates. She was having considerable trouble standing on the skates and was in fact holding precariously to a street sign that read, “NO BIKING SKATEBORDING ROLLERSKATING IN PARK!”

 

 

Omega Woman sighed and rolled her eyes at the angry faced teen, “look Lydia I understand you and the rest of the sidekicks are upset that Ms. Americana and Green Specter and so forth do not give you girls enough respect, but going off on your own to form this ridiculous new club is -”

 

 

“It’s not ridiculous!” Flag Girl shouted and placed both of her hands on her round hips to punctuate her anger only to realize she had just let go of the sign post holding her up and she started rapidly wind milling her arms and falling once again on her plump full bubble butt ass with a shocked and then pained face.

 

Omega Woman helped the bountiful nubile teen back up on her unsteady feet grabbing deeply into the firm full tits of the teen and breathlessly lingering her hold far longer than was appropriate, if it was indeed ever appropriate to help a young girl up by her tits. Thankfully the younger girl was so angry that she did not notice Omega Woman’s inappropriate lingering grope and finger shaking squeezing kneading of her doughy blossoms: though she did notice the older woman’s few spattering drops of drool on her forehead and when they had parted to arms length the young teen looked up into the air while wiping her head looking for rain clouds or birds.

 

“Okay, okay, not a ridiculous club!” Omega Woman still held the teen by her tits and was in fact pressing her thumbs on the young girl’s always hard nipples and rubbing them as the teen looked suspiciously up into the sky before returning her gaze to the open mouth tongue hanging out older woman who kept up her nipple massage and tweaking while holding the wobbly ankle teen by her tits. “Wha -” Omega Woman cleared her throat. “What I meant honey was that since you and the other side kicks have left your adult partners and formed this new super group of all teens you have been broke and essentially homeless and your school grades are in shambles. What you need is a good tongue lashing. I mean a good stern talk to in face of your youthful arrogant stubbornness. Yes, those bad naughty women mistreated you and took you for granted, but you can’t go on living on your own without a roof over your heads or some kind of income.”

 

 

“Maybe you are right?” Flag Girl frowned.

 

 

“Oh - oh of course I am right,” Omega Woman pulled the girl on her wheels tight to her and hugged her managing to leave one hand on the firm full breasts and squeezing it hard as well before surreptitiously slipping it down to the girls naked stomach to rub and then a tad lower, and lower, and - “I worry that out here on the streets fighting crime alone you girls may be taken advantage of!”

 

 

Omega Woman reluctantly let the gasping young girl out from the crushing smothering of her own enormous breasts and smiled at her and the arm that had been clinching her young frame to her oven blast body rose up off her ass cheek where it had been hungrily squeezing, and lightly rubbed her golden locks as she smiled down at the red faced girl and lowered her own red breathless face for a kiss as her other hand slipped inside her waist band. ‘SCORE!’ Omega Woman thought as her fevered mind raced in whirls and the scent of cherry bubble gum lip gloss.

 

 

“Hey you two! Anything happening on this side of town!” It was Amazing Babe! Landing from the sky directly behind the sighing now moaning Flag Girl whose body had turned to warm putty.

 

 

“Amazing Babe!” Omega Woman gasped startled and completely let go of Flag Girl who suddenly found herself rolling uncontrollably down the steep slope of the parks sidewalk past the oblivious Omega Woman!

 

 

“Uh, hi Omega Woman. Oh gosh! I mean hi Kameron. Sorry.” Amazing Babe blushed at the woman who she was sure utterly hated her for no apparent reason.

 

 

“Duh-er-yah!” Omega Woman blurted out smiling wide her face red and her love box instantly going from ‘start your engines!’ to massive explosions as soon as she saw the perfect sun backlit angel of her dreams glide down in front of her. Long slick strands of girl goo slippered down her quivering taught thighs as Omega Woman made a “guwaff!” sound and climaxed causing her eyes to water and bit her lower lip in extreme pleasure.

 

 

“Gee, I know you hate me and think I am a stupid klutz, but you don’t have to mock me like that!” Amazing Babe crossed her arms under her mouthwatering breasts and looked away from the shuddering thirty two year old who was struggling to regain some kind of composure of seeing her first love of her life just feet away from her.

 

 

Meanwhile Flag Girl in her undercover disguise to capture the Park Ranger Rapist kept uncontrollably gaining speed down the steep park hill screaming wildly as she waved her arms for balance heading straight for the brick wall surrounding the Delta City Park or failing to hit that the open gate to the busy street just beyond it.

 

 

“Look I know you guys don’t approve of us teens going it alone but we have been doing alright. I mean maybe Flag Girl and Shield argue a lot about who is the leader and we maybe having some money woes but we will figure it out. So just bugger off and leave us be, got it?”

 

 

And with that Amazing Babe leapt up into the air and whooshed down and swooped up the helpless Flag Girl just before she went careening into the path of a truck and disappeared with her into the skyscraper skyline.

 

 

“Ah, okay honey. Let’s do lunch sometime,” Omega Woman sighed after the girl and then smacked her head hard. “What the hell is the mater with me?! That teen bitch is my kryptonite!”

 

 

 

“UH okay I am not really sure about this,” Specter Girl looked down at her shapely body squeezed impossibly tight into her Flag Girl costume and then back across the room at Flag Girl who was equally sandwiched and shoehorned into a Specter Girl costume.

 

 

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Shield smirked from leaning against her dorm room desk. “Your bright idea for us to make some money off our super heroine powers so we can ditch our dead end part-time jobs was to form this SIDEKICKS R US company and our only employers are Ms. Americana and Green Specter and -” she looked down on the floor where Azure Angel was struggling desperately to fit into a leopard skin bikini - “Jungle Babe.”

 

 

“Hey, ugnh! It sure beats getting your ass pinched all night working as a waitress and we do get to fight crime and use our powers!” Flag Girl gave up trying to tuck her nipples away in the ill fitting top. “Geesh, Specter Girl you really got tiny boobs you know. You should work out more!”

 

 

“Ugh! I feel like such a slut in this jailbait skirt! I mean who in their right mind walks around with their damn panties on full display!?” Specter Girl stopped yanking at the high cut pleated edge of her skirt and threw up her hands in disgust.

 

 

“Will you two sluts stop whining and help me get this flea infested rat hair Rachel Welch rip-off on already! Shit! I swear this girl must have the world’s smallest ass!” Azure Angel shouted from the floor.

 

 

“So tell me how much is SIDEKICKS R US making off these new five year contracts?” Shield picked up her soda and sipped nosily at the straw.

 

 

“Ah, well not really paid per say but Specter Girl gets to ride around town on this really cool moped. Man I miss those wheels, and I get to a gadget belt, and Azure Angel gets her own real live monkey that slings poop and everything. Though I hear he’s a little grabby and bites.” Flag Girl paused in thought with her finger to her mouth.

 

 

“WHAT?!”

 

The end.

 

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THE BOATMAN BRIEF

 

 

The Cougar was River Cities most well known super heroine. She was a statuesque woman in her late thirties/early forties who prowled the city streets a few nights a month with her band of street urchin sidekicks who she called the Teen Tigers. She kitted the Teen Tigers out in skimpy skin tight shorts and muscle shirts and eye masks of green and yellow with each Teen Tiger brandishing a number upon his chest. There were at least twelve of them at any time, these lithe, thin, muscular, male teens, who The Cougar made no bones about the fact that the major point of her selecting each one was based entirely upon his handsome looks and his ‘endowment’ which the skin tight shorts kept readily on constant display. The Teen Tigers had a frightening tendency to get killed. Like the red shirts of Star Trek they seemed to have an uncanny ability to blunder into death. As such most of The Cougar’s prowls were less about fighting crime than hunting for a new side kick to keep her stud stable full. When The Cougar was not out fighting crime or at least not out in her bronze sports car with a couple of side kick Teen Tigers in tow looking for another new street orphan to recruit; she was lounging at her popular women only club, The Den, where she was both the sole proprietor and hostess.

 

 

“Okay boys, number eight Teen Tiger got squished under a runaway tram car, and Mommy’s feeling a little lonely.” So who wants to be my new sidekick and get to ride in my flashy car? Hmmm?” The Cougar purred as she walked along the dark alley in front of the line of young teen boys who shivered and cringed before her as she eyed each of the boys exposed penises. The tall woman in high heels and yellow leotard with big hair and eye mask smiled as she reached out a razor sharp clawed finger and ran it gently under the sensitive under shaft of the first trembling boy. “My, my, you certainly aren’t underprivileged where it maters most, honey.” The mature woman chuckled to herself as her Teen Tiger side kicks number seven, five, and eleven stood around her car frozen in combat ready martial art stances.

 

 

Standing next to them was teen sensation Sensational Babe, who with arms crossed under her jutting jugs gave off yet another bored sigh as she watched The Cougar ‘audition’ the unwashed scruffy street orphans for a new side kick. “Look I know your very, busy Cougar, but as you were saying?”

 

 

“What? Oh yes, oh yes, oh my! You really stand out in a crowd don’t you dear, both long and thick and all throbby with lots and lots of delicious veins. Hmmmm, you two come forward, the rest of you zip back up your pants and scram!” The young teen boys did not even wait to zip up their pants but ran as fast as they could out of the dark alleyway and past Sensational Babe and the three Teen Tigers who occasional leaped into new frozen martial arts attack poses while the two remaining boys with teeth chattering inched forward toward the towering woman.

 

 

“Now, darling you lay down here,” The Cougar grabbed one of the boys by his cock and pushed and pulled him down onto his back on the filthy alley street and then straddled herself over him dropping to her knees. “And you honey, you come right over here.” She reached around behind her for the other boys cock and yanked him toward her ass. “That’s right boys. One in Mommy’s puss and the other in her ass. And remember you are competing for what is your only chance off these filthy dangerous streets!”  The middle-aged woman yanked her leotard crotch aside and got down on hands and knees and waited for the two nervous confused boys to penetrate her.

 

 

“Ah, look before you get started on the ‘physical exam’ part of your recruitment drive and before the orals that will surely follow, you and I were talking and you were just about to tell me something actually important. So if you don’t mind. I am kind of in a hurry here, you know.” Sensational Babe tried to remain polite to the exasperating woman but she was growing impatient.

 

 

“Here honey, let mommy help you with that,” The Cougar reached between her dripping snatch and slid a large meaty teen cock up inside her with a loud wet sighing ‘ah’ on her part and a frightened whimper on the boys. “Hmm, oh yes we were talking about Boatman weren’t we?”

 

 

Boatman was the River City equivalent of Delta City’s professor Whirtler. Only Boatman lived out on a converted paddle wheel river boat anchored in the middle of the wide treacherous muddy river. He was a man in his thirties with a chiseled  athletic build who sported a super hero costume and a lot of bluster but was a complete coward and had no super powers so he spent most of his time cringing on his revamped steamer boat full of high tech equipment and labs. The super heroines of River City sometimes found him useful or at least his lab equipment and would occasionally endure his inane vane questionable stories of his various super hero escapades in order to gain access to his equipment (his lab equipment as his personal package was mostly stuffed socks or the occasional cucumber shoved down his tights) as well as his extensive files on all the criminal elements of River City.

 

 

“You wanted to contact him, is that right? No sugar, you have to develop a rhythm just don’t hammer away. Remember boys in this race, the one who cumms fist loses. Well, he has the waters around his moored ship mined and booby trapped. The only way I know to contact Boatman without having him opening fire on you is to use the phone on the wharf. It’s paddle locked and says out of order on it but in reality that is a direct line to Boatman’s craft. Whenever one of us super heroines want to contact him we use that phone. OH YEAH! Mommy likes that! ME-OWE!”

 

 

Every super heroine had her orgasm cry, her word she says or screams depending on the cock size when she climaxes. For example Sensational Babe knew Flag Girl’s was ‘Ka-Ching!’ like the sound of a cash register till door opening and everyone knew Cougar’s was ‘Me-owe!’

 

 

Sensational Babe cleared her throat as she watched the older woman climax again and again upon the twin virile rods of the two pounding teen boys until the alleyway sounded like a cat was having kittens there was so many meows echoing off the walls. Sensational Babe bit her thick lower pillow lip as she watched the boy under the humping drooling woman tense up and spasm just seconds before the one plowing the older woman’s ass did the same.

 

 

“Oh my, looks like you blew your wad first honey. But don’t despair my pussy IS rather incredible.” She winked over at Sensational Babe with a big long string of drool slipping down out of her twitching slack mouth to the boys panting dazed face bellow her, “I may not have a Sarah like some little sensational girl we all know, but its still one of the sweetest peaches in the orchard. And perfectly ripened. Ha!” a Sarah was a common slang term for what was also sometimes called a snapper pussy. A Sarah could incredibly twist and squeeze and rotate its muscular walls so as to give the sensation of a simultaneous blow job, hand job, and pussy fuck! The walls of the vagina would twist and torque and create a vacuum ‘popping’ suction at the head of the cock causing the most intense orgasms. And indeed Sensational Babe did possess one of these one in a million Sarah’s but hers was super charged by her own Aphrodite genes into simply the greatest fuck in the known galaxy. A mind melting agap fucked silly little bronco ride of sure addiction that rendered men unconscious from the overwhelming pleasure upon spewing their load insides its quivering sucking tight pink wet fun tunnel.

 

 

“Yezzzz, don’t worry boys we want to be fair about this. So switch positions and don’t worry, mommy is going to give you both many, many chances to prove your worth to her.” The Cougar swallowed hard as her large eyes rolled up inside her head behind her eye mask as she expertly shuffled the two moaning boys around her body. “I have a key to that paddle lock phone box myself. It’s on my car key chain. Still in the ignition. The small round one that is a bit rusty. You may have it as I have another at The Den. Speaking of which, make sure you stop by The Den and thank me properly with that little talented tongue of yours which I have been hearing so much about. OH! ME-OWE!”

 

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Sensational Babe approached the barnacle covered pole where the rusted tin box sat dolefully with heavy wires running not out of its top and along the pole but out of the bottom of the box and downwards disappearing into the murky brown depths of the smelly river.

 

 

The wharf its self was devoid of life and wrapped in the river mist that slowly but steadily entwined the lapping river front as it braided its self into bristling cattails of smoky tendrils that shuddered and vanished into clouds of fog, chill and damp, that clung to everything it enveloped. Sauntering slowly in a dance of severed limbs. The only other sound than the slapping of the river and the creaking of wood planks and chains was the muffled din of the distant Club Chav which was a block further inland behind her, where teen girls openly traded sex for money and drinks and drugs.

 

 

Next to the paddle locked tin phone box blazoned with a weathered ‘out of order’ sticker and which looked more like an electric junction or fuse box than a phone box sat a rusted old binocular viewer. The type tourists would put coins into and it would let them pivot it this way and that to look out over the river for a few minutes before it clunked metal blinders over its lenses demanding more coins. Sensational Babe looked at the questionable device and noted it must give a view of the distant river boat where Boatman lived except for the ever thickening fog must surely have it veiled. Sensational Babe had no coins on her. In fact up until a few weeks ago she would have had no money upon her when wearing her costume but she had just recently applied for and received her first credit card. It was a super heroine credit card issued from the Brenda Wade owned bank and only active Aphrodite gene women could receive one. She kept it in her thigh high boot top. But it would be worthless on a coin operated machine such as the binocular viewer.

 

 

Sensational Babe leaned forward and peeped into the viewer not expecting to see anything and was not surprised to see inky blackness. In fact upon closer inspection the device had a similar to the phone box ‘out of order’ sticker slapped across its surface as well. The young teen frowned at the fog around her and turned to the phone pole that was set next to the broken viewer. She fetched the small key from inside her glove and opened the paddle lock revealing a heavy black phone set upon a receiver cradle there was no push buttons or radial dial with numbers just the phone receiver. She picked it up and placed it to her ear. There was no dial tone just silence but she waited for what seemed several minutes as she kept an eye out all around her at the shrouding fog and anything that might suddenly step out of it.

 

 

“Step in front of the viewer next to the phone,” the low voice was so suddenly out of the phone ear piece that for a second or two she wondered if she had heard it or where it was coming from. She slowly took a side step in front of the binocular viewer stretching the spiral cord of the phone receiver in the process. The viewer suddenly came to life and started moving on its own and a green light erupted out of its viewer lenses that swept over her body and face for several seconds.

 

 

“Good” the voice continued on the phone, “active Aphrodite gene… forty percent activated. KK-cup class, tremendous potential for powers, but only a level one at current state. So, what do you want from Boatman?”

 

 

“Ah, well you see Mister Boatman, my name is Sensational Babe and well, couldn’t we talk somewhere a bit more privet. You know face to face as it were?”

 

 

“This is a direct land line running exclusively to my ship as well as the viewer. No satellite or localized wifi that can be tapped or spied upon. The communication is reasonably secure. But I recognize your name and yes your physical appearance bears it out, you do appear to be who you say you are. There are indeed few teens so slim and top heavy at the same time. However I am not in the habit of letting even super heroines into my inner sanctum without cause.”

 

 

“I wanted to use your data base to find recent and past information on a super criminal called, ‘punch drunk.’ he or it has recently been causing trouble in River City but I have been unable to track it down to its lair.”

 

 

“I am not a lending library! *sigh* But you are new to the super hero cause and perhaps we can make a trade?”

 

 

“Trade? What kind of trade?”

 

 

“I will send the transport.”

 

 

Almost instantly a large metal creature emerged slowly from the muddy waters of the river in front of the surprised teen. After a few second she realized it was a large metal diving suit.

 

 

“There, the transport should be fully emerged. Do not worry it is fully automated you only need to climb inside and it will walk to my ship and I will bring it up. It may look a bit cramped but I have modified the diving suit for Aphrodite gene super heroines so you will fit. Sensational Babe blinked at the front of the large metal suit where the chest plate had been modified by cutting away a portion of its metal surface and attaching two large glass goldfish bowls to it. “Just remember to hang up the phone before you get in it and relock it please.” The phone went dead and the front of the suit swung creaking open and downwards forming a slight ledge one could climb up onto and over the slight distance from the suit that stood upon a raised plunger and the lip of the wooden wharf.

 

 

Sensational Babe replaced the phone and relocked the paddle lock and carefully climbed into the suit which was still pouring dead fish smelling river water off it and its platform. Once inside she wiggled into place and hit the only button she could see; a large lighted button that said ‘close/open’. the suit front began to swing creaking closed and she saw that her body and arms were meant to remain in the torso housing the arms of the diving suit being fully automated robotic. At the last second she had to wiggle and adjust her large firm jutting breasts into the gold fish bowls in order to fit into the closing suit and to do this she had to first yank down her tight purple tube top. So with her huge naked tits squeezed into the glass bowls the suit clicked shut, pressurized, and then the pedestal lurched into descent and soon she saw the muddy waters of the river engulf her little glass view ports of her large metal helmet.

 

 

As the voice had stated as soon as the pedestal had completed its journey down to the river bed floor the suit walked off the pedestal and began a slow crawling pace along the river depths plowing through the murky churning waters. The fact that the suit made this trek walking backwards as she stood sarcophagus squeezed in its hollow torso and thus she could only see their passage behind it increased her nervousness about the whole trip and had her feeling the need to pee very badly.

 

 

As the suit made its way through the underwater mine field and submarine netting the suit suddenly filled with knockout gas and the alarmed girl helplessly slipped into a deep sleep.

 

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Sensational Babe woke bent over in a machine harness and groggily realized she was being milked! Powerful sucking transparent hoses were attached to her large puffy areolas and thumb thick nipples and were lightly punching her jugs as they rhythmically suckled her huge torpedo tits dry!

 

 

“Wha- where am I?” The teen girl asked out loud as she shook her hanging free breasts as she struggled against the harness that held her secure.

 

 

“You’re aboard my ship, The Boat Barge. And I am its captain, the one and only Boatman.” The speaking figure strode in front of her limited range of vision revealing himself to be a middle age man of muscular athletic build wearing a dark blue cape and cowl and lighter blue tights and top and dark blue boots and gloves with a white anchor symbol on his wide barrel chest.

 

 

Sensational Babe noticed his cod piece was oversized and slightly askew and felt the familiar warm slime dripping out of her snatch. She sneered at him, “and raped me while I was helpless too?!”

 

 

Boatman’s face went red and he cleared his throat, “one has to prime the pumps to get the best possible Aphrodite milk, my dear. Remember I said there would be a trade. Your Aphrodite gene laced milk for access to my files on ‘Punch Drunk.’ And the process is almost done. I seem to have, er, passed out during our special moment together despite my ‘patented Boatman stamina gas mask?’ He began to check the machinery, “yes in fact I was out for nearly three hours and your teats have been suckled dry twice now. Such milk reproduction is extraordinary! I have milked in trade almost every single Aphrodite gene super heroine in both River City and Delta City and I have never seen such a rapid and powerful milk recovery! Truly you are Sensational indeed!” The caped costumed man continued to move around her until the young teen found herself free of her bonds and standing a bit wobbly on her own two legs as she kneaded her sore deflated dugs!

 

 

“You’ve ruined my tits and de-powered me!” She felt like crying.

 

 

“Nonsense, with your incredible recovery rate you will back up to your perky torpedo KK-cups in no time what so ever. In fact, I think you will find from my readings here that you may have gone up an entire cup size! And your Aphrodite gene profile now is reading a fifty seven percent activation. So some more of your dormant powers have been triggered. No need to thank me.”

 

 

“Thank you?!” The teen girl fumed.

 

 

“You’re welcome. Now to my files on the Punch Drunk. I went a head and pulled up some of the hard copy and data while you were snoozing. Oh by the way you talk in your sleep, what does ‘Bling-Bling!’ mean, you were shouting it repeatedly in your sleep?”

 

 

Sensational Babe reddened at the mention of her ‘orgasm’ word and blustered past the man as she yanked up her purple tube top over her already swelling breasts, “never mind that! You got your milk and a little bit more, now I want my information or do I need to start tearing this place apart!”

 

 

Boatman instantly cowered back out of her stomping way and waved his hands in front of his face, “no need for violence. The documents are all right here and on this lap top. See? Geesh! Young people are so touchy these days. Getting all worked up over nothing. You can‘t even talk to them.” Boatman adjusted his white captains hat which he had put on over his dark blue cowl and sighed.

 

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Sensational Babe stood outside of the Wellington Arms or what was left of it. The once opulent apartment complex tower was now a deserted husk as was much of the buildings along the street where she stood. Condemned buildings and half torn down shells of brick and steel lay in heavy night shadow all around her as she surveyed the dark buildings edifice pondering the best way in.

 

 

The Boatman may have been a craven egotistical lying coward suffering from delusions of grandeur and a diminutive penis and sexual stamina that would not have satisfied an amoeba, but he had spent his inheritance upon massing some impressive tech and his ‘surveillance’ of the River City criminal element (which technically would be most of its remaining citizens) had resulted in an acumination of data and ongoing happenings that were truly impressive. Sensational Babe could see why the super heroines of both River City and Delta City put up with his pompous tales of his supposed exploits and traded their precious milk for access to his endless data banks.

 

 

Not only had Sensational Babe learned of history of Punch Drunk but his current whereabouts and associations. Punch Drunk was a twelve foot tall humanoid creature looking much like a gorilla but with a hairless hard black bony plated red tipped spiked skin. The creature had two large oversized fists that upon hard impact released knock out gas, hence his name, Punch Drunk. He had first appeared in the company of the Delta City based Circus of Terror before splitting off as a mercenary for hire. He was currently in River City rumored to be staying in the rundown abandoned Wellington Arms and was possibly in the employ of Diva.

 

 

If the Cougar was the most well known super heroine in River City then Diva was the most well known super villainess. According to Boatman’s files, Diva was really Dr. Honey Horn-Ney, the famous head scientist working for the government sponsored Belladonna Labs. These labs were said to be researching various means by which to thwart death and extend life as well as darker whispered rumors of military contracts to produce bio-toxins and mind altering chemicals for warfare. According to Boatman’s extensive files Doctor Honey Horn-Ney had some time back developed the split personality of Diva. The two did not seem to know they shared the same body.

 

 

Diva’s powers were listed as; full flight capability, super strength, near invulnerability, and a complete homicidal indifference to human suffering or life. Why anyone so powerful would need to hire a two bit muscle goon as Punch Drunk was beyond Sensational Babe, but Boatman had hinted that Diva preferred to work as a criminal master mind a sort of CEO of crime instead of flying through the air with an armored car in each hand. And to that ends she had quietly taken over two of the larger street gangs and seemed poised to establish herself at the head of a criminal organization to rival the already dozen that riddled the festered River City.

 

 

River City though a collapsed city of default and ruin was able to support so many criminal elements due to its location as a major transportation hub its numerous factories and warehouses its desperate labor pool that would take any job and its corrupt city officials and law enforcement. Though derelict upon the surface the city thrived as a billion dollar a day Mecca of illegal activities spanning the entire globe, weapons manufactured here quickly found their way into the hands of terrorists and rebels around the world as well as drugs and illicit tech, alongside crimes of the more mundane pirating dvds and cds mass produced and sold by the millions for millions.

 

 

But to rival those already established organized crime companies Diva must have something unique, something original other wise she could have simply smashed her way into any or all of the pre-existing organized crime business and taken them over. And Sensational Babe thought that whatever that ‘in’ was that Diva possessed it probably had something to do with her secret even to her identity as the head of Belladonna labs.

 

 

Not a very encouraging thought, Sensational Babe noted, as she made her way through the already busted gate leading to the back receiving docks of the long abandoned and gutted hotel. The back of the hotel was in even worse shape than the front had been and the young teen found herself carefully picking her way past piles of rubble garbage and old charred bonfires. Until she had reached the back receiving dock and exit doors. These too had long ago been forced by would be looters and gangs and homeless and perhaps even the curious. She carefully slid in through a fire door half off its hinges and passed into the darkness beyond.

 

 

Sensational Babe had been trying to track and find the large black and red spiked ape-man Punch Drunk since he had started a rampage of smash and grab of local business and shipping warehouses three weeks ago. And now as she turned on her wrist cell pone which doubled as a flash light which only she could see thanks to the special lenses in her eye mask, she found herself a bit uneasy with the idea that the mercenary had been hired not by some low level crime boss but by one of the upper tier super villainess Diva! Her plan to locate and tackle Punch Drunk sort of faltered on the notion that he many be hidden here in the company of Diva. She realized she was no match for Diva as most of her Aphrodite gene powers were based on her super pheromones inducing thugs to rape her super Sarah which of course would render them unconscious at the moment of their climax and thus helpless to resist her dragging them off to jail. She had been working franticly on her oral technique of pussy eating in order to have an equal weapon to climax and put to sleep any female as well, but females proved to be highly resistant to her post-climax pheromone coma power and her clit sucking technique had a ways yet to go to compensate for this. She felt no great confidence in taking on a villain as powerful as Diva.

 

 

Sensational Babe belched loudly, a cum belch. In order to see the files on Diva the young teen had to agree to give the Boatman a blowjob. There original deal had just been for her to see the files on Punch Drunk after all. She had raised an eyebrow and asked for a pair of tweezers and a magnifying glass when he popped out his little chubby tiny ten incher, “I guess I didn’t miss anything by being asleep, eh?” But had grimly set to the task and in less than five minutes was chugging down his sour cream potato chip tasting warm cum. “Not only small, but quick on the trigger too,” Sensational Babe smirked as she wrestled her head out of the Boatman’s gloved hands. “You’re just every girls dream cum true, aren’t you Boaty?” The Boatman had not replied as his eyes rolled up into his head and his purple faced grimace of intense pleasure gave way to a collapsed snoring pile of cape and cowl.

 

 

Sensational Babe had helped herself to the sleeping Boatman’s files and data base as well as to some of his pecan butter cookies and a few chuckles over his bed room niche full of stuffed animals and Princess Pony posters, before re-setting the diving suit for its return and climbing back on board.

 

 

Now as she made her way to the fourth floor and the ballroom where the Punch Drunk was rumored to be holding up (information which she had found by cross referencing under recent entries/reports while Boatman snored away and which he was no doubt not going to share with her unless she agreed to more sexual trade/payments! The creep! Her own file had not been under Sensational Babe but under the file name Sensational Slut! And instead of reporting her many achievements it instead simply listed her as a ’non-powered exhibitionist nymphomaniac attention whore’?! naturally the super heroine had used her wrist cell phone camera to take several photos of the sleeping Boatman’s tiny penis and promptly posted them on the ‘too small to ball‘ site where girls around the world posted ‘tinny dick warnings‘ for all other women to avoid and not waste their time on these men. It was retinue practice for all girls to run a background check on potential boyfriends and ‘too small to ball‘ was an automatic part of that sweep.)

 

The young teen super heroine began to nervously inch her way toward the large double doors of the fourth floor ballroom. She had been forced to take the stair case as the elevator was not only powerless but heavily damaged with several floors of its ornate doors torn open and left lying in the hallways before the elevator banks. The stairs had been littered with trash cans and piles of garbage and shopping carts and signs of small campfires long burned out so the going had been treacherous and tough.

 

 

But now that she was here before the great double doors of the ballroom Sensational Babe found herself biting her lower pillow lip and hesitating. If just the Punch Drunk was at home she should be alright. And there was no real reason to believe that Diva would be caught dead in such a shambles of a place. She was a tall big haired blonde who came across as rather prissy and upper crust and Sensational Babe thought it unlikely the woman would consent to set foot in such dilapidated squalor let alone set up a base in such a place. No, surely if anyone was at home it would just be the Punch Drunk and she was confident her super Sarah could handle his massive member.

 

 

She had planned on arriving much earlier in the evening and hopefully setting up an ambush while the Punch Drunk was out and about. So she could catch him red handed with his loot or at least just catch him off guard. It was easier for her super Sarah to milk her opponents into a post climax coma if she had previously knocked them around a bit and worn them down a tad. It wasn’t necessary but all that wrestling around let her powerful sexual pheromones set to work as well and made it more assured that a good pussy fucking was somewhere in the offing rather than say a shot gun blast to the head! But that was before she had wasted several hours tagging along after The Cougar to get information on how to get in touch with the Boatman and another four hours wasted there under her own chloroform daze being milked before gaining the information she needed to lead her here. And now it was nearly four am and the Punch Drunk could have come and gone and returned by now.

 

 

Speaking of her young firm torpedo teen tits, Sensational Babe found her stretchy skin tight purple tube top was either shrinking or the Boatman’s comments about her breasts permanently swelling up another cup size had indeed taken place! For her poor top was stretched to its limit and her always puffy large areola’s and hard nips were threatening to either slip their harness completely or else poke their way right through the distressed tissue cloth! “Well if monkey boy likes his banana boobs ‘BIG’ then he is going to have a fun time with me,” Sensational Babe left off hopelessly tugging at her too taught top and swallowing hard pushed open the large double doors before her.

 

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Sensational Babe entered the ballroom cautiously pushing past the large doors which resisted due to piles of debris spilled over from the collapsed balcony directly above the main door and the far right wall which now opened out on to the early morning sky still dark but blushing with the hint of morning to come.

 

 

The large high ceiling room appeared to be deserted but with the debris from the right collapsed wall and the half collapsed balcony that ran along the upper top of the spacious rectangular room there was indeed enough cover to hide a dozen air borne platoons of rangers in the room with hidden space enough for a smattering of girl scouts selling their cookies.

 

 

The room was littered with oil barrows and several burned out camp fires that showed on going occupation but could have been the work of homeless vagabonds or gang members and none of them appeared recent enough to warrant a confirmation that the Punch Drunk had made this his squatters quarters for the past few weeks. However, the signs through out the building of multiply occupations over time and yet no one being seen currently anywhere within the building seemed to suggest that something big and nasty had scarred the homeless and street thugs away from the place.

 

 

Sensational Babe stepped out into the center of the room and into the small well of the rented walls irregular circle of street lamp backwash light. She was a tall teen. Over six foot in her bare feet. She had let her coal black hair grow out so now she wore it in a single pony tail held by a purple hair scrunchie. She wore a purple eye mask glued into place with actors glue that now had special lenses giving her the options of infrared, a special ability to see the ‘stealth’ bandwidth of her wristwatch cell phone flash light, and a micro macro combination that let her use her lenses as a telescope or microscope. She had almost maxed out her Brenda Wade super heroine charge card to pay for the mask but it was proving its worth with each passing patrol.

 

Around her neck she did not wear the usual choker and communicator as most super heroines did but instead wore a piece of chain secured with a small paddle lock. Why she wore such a thing she would never say but she wore it both in her super heroine costume and in her civilian guise as well. Fortuity her breasts were so mind-boggling no one seemed to even notice it was there!

 

 

Her top consisted of a tight stretchy purple tube top which at the moment was being stretched to its utter/udder limits by her newly swollen torpedo shaped teen tits and she wondered absently if she had any pieces of wardrobe back home in her six floor walkup efficiency apartment that would now fit her engorged mammary?

 

 

Upon her hands she wore a purple pair of gloves and her wrist cell phone with camera that doubled as a stealth flash light projecting a beam only her special mask lenses could see or a regular flash light that any and all could see and a basic scanner as well as computer access terminal.

 

 

Around her thin waist she wore a small belt with pouches that ran through the top of her skirt. That was as new as her new mask. She had traded in her purple panties for a short pleated skirt under which she saw no reason to wear any other garments.

 

 

On her thin long legs she wore a pair of purple thigh high boots which despite her belt pouches she kept her super heroine credit card slipped into a special snap pocket inside. The boots had stiletto heels and like the rest of her outfit was trimmed in black and spangled with white stars of varying sizes.

 

 

Her belt pouches contained smoke pellets, a number of throwing shireken that made a horrible whine and then a shrill siren sound when it stuck its target, assorted sized hand-cuffs and wire locking ties for things that did not have wrists or hands, a ring of various keys as she still had not learned how to pick a lock, smelling salts for trying to wake up men who had climaxed in her pussy or mouth or anus or on her tits before she was done with them (she actually had several pouches full of these and tended to go through the lot on a single night of patrol!) and of course her much cherished de-preggerizer. This little wonder was a staple of every super heroines suit or supplies. It caused strong vibrations that broke up the fertilized egg in the womb before a pregnancy could advance too far. She tended to carry extra batteries for hers for the same reason she went through so many smelling salts. She was very proud of her de-preggneizer as it was one of the ones made by professor Whirtler himself just for super heroines and not something like the ones one bought out of the vending machines in high school bathrooms. She had sucked the old man dry not once but four times before he handed over the device to her and she had thought him to be a rather greedy old fool for demanding so much in sexual favors for the little gizmo but then to her somewhat embarrassment she had found out he had not been asking for a blowjob for the device at all but had intended for her to have the device for free and had been asking her to please hand him his polish sausage which he was going to microwave for his lunch!

 

 

Sadly that is one of the drawbacks to men passing out as soon as they climax in or on her body, it tended to make any further conversation a bit… groggy to say the least. And left so much up to personal interpretation which with her body and minded tended to lean a little far toward sexual perversions.

 

 

Thus did Sensational Babe stand in the center of the ruined room in her tiny costume with her huge ever jiggling melons and her pert jutting bubble butt with its very short skirt flipping up to reveal her full round pale buttocks and tangles of thick black pussy hair living up to her name completely, Sensational!

 

 

The first thing she needed to do as she wandered about the place looking for signs of anyone being present was to keep an eye out for any proof that Punch Drunk had been there and might return there if he wasn’t already there now picking his oversized fanged teeth with a crowbar and eyeing her oblivious slinking form from the shadows.

 

 

Sensational Babe had pale alabaster skin and with her large wide gray-blue eyes she tended to strike men still even as she walked around in her more conservative street attire, now in the room the moon peeped out one last time from behind a wall of clouds before heading off to bed and its shimmering light caused her skin to glow with that emo spectral light that makes monks burn their cassocks and race about mushroom circles chewing on their beards.

 

 

Bathed in her own celestial glow like a radioactive gothic Barbie doll Sensational Babe slipped through the center of the room with every sense strained as she pivoted her awareness from searching for a hidden foe and signs of recent occupation in the last twenty four hours. She saw neither. What she saw instead was a TV. Or rather an open lap top as her eyes adjusted to the gloom of the shadows the glowing screen was sitting in. The lap top was sitting on a pile of junk immediately behind a larger pile of junk and it was running. Its screen was weakly glowing and upon the screen was an image. It was the image of a very pale girl with long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail with very, very large quivering pointed tits whose pale warm water soft cue ball whiteness was showing a large puffy dark areola and nipple slipping out of her dark tube top. Sensational Babe reached down and tucked her nipple back into her top and the image on the laptop did the same.

 

 

Sensational Babe frowned she had never realized how truly massive her tits were on her tall skinny frame. Or how full and round her butt looked in the skirt that really was probably too short considering she could see strands of her pussy hair under the front hem. Her butt looked a little big to her but she cleared her throat and blamed the angle of the camera and with that thought she began to look around her for the camera. It was obviously not part of the laptop and had to be to her left and slightly above her. She frowned at the piles of pale bluish ruble located in that direction and looked back at the laptop screen trying to judge where the camera should be from the image it was showing. This proved a bit harder than she thought and she began to turn slightly and raise an arm and pivot her body while looking at the screen trying to get an idea where this hidden camera was located.

 

 

“I’m not really an exhibitionist. Okay you can see my pussy lips if I lean a little back and my ass if I lean a little forward so maybe the skirt is a trifle short but at least the skirt is not see through!” She had wanted to make the skirt with alternating panels in the pleats of solid and semi-gauze fabric but did not have any purple semi-gauze purple fabric on hand. “What if I made it purple solid fabric alternating white mesh in the pleats? I could also make one of my boots white with purple stars on it or make my gloves white with purple stars?” And so the teen swirled this way and that looking at herself on the laptop screen until suddenly she thought- “Say? What is a laptop doing here? Homeless people surely do not go around leaving laptops lying about. For that matter no one goes around leaving laptops lying about! This must belong to Punch Drunk and is the means by which he communicates to Diva!”

 

 

Sensational Babe crouched down next to the laptop and began to look it over more closely, “but then why leave it on when he leaves, and why the camera. Unless it is left on to record anyone who enters the room? But then that does no real good if someone comes in and just wanders off with the laptop and camera. It’s not like it is expertly hidden or anything. In fact he just left it lying out behind a pile of rubble and the camera should cover the door not the laptop its self. What an idiot to put the camera directly on the laptop that is in turn monitoring the camera! Ha! That makes no sense whatsoever!” And Sensational Babe threw back her beautiful face and laughed, and then reached out and picked up the laptop. Immediately a green cloud of chloroform gas sprayed out from the laptop and the young teen felt her pussy spasm in orgasm as she involuntarily sucked in air and wheezed out, “BLING-BLING!!!!” as she shuddered and an eruption of pussy juice squirted out from between her quivering thighs.

 

 

“Oh gosh!” Sensational Babe thought as her brains spun into darkness and the lightning flashes of another building ecstasy of another rushing orgasm, “that milking not only increased my powers in whatever way but it made me a ‘squirter!’ Now every time I climax my pussy turns into a fire hose of pussy juice!” and sure enough even as she slipped into unconsciousness another orgasm ripped though her body and she could feel the intense jetting juices pouring out of her burning young teen body splattering her quivering locked thighs and filling her open boot tops with sticky cum.

 

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When Sensational Babe woke up she was confused that no one was pounding her helpless undefended pussy or a dozen naked men weren’t lying snoring and spent around her or on top of her. She woke to find herself simply tied up. And this was so unusual that she squinted her eyes and shook her head and half expected to see Flag Girl standing in front of her with a ball gag in one hand and a large strap-on girded to her lithe waist having convinced yet again, the young River City teen to join her and Specter Girl for a night of s’mores and bondage practice. Well Specter Girl insisted it was ‘escape practice’ but Sensational Babe sure thought it looked and felt like S & M bondage with a lot of strap-on sex of which Specter Girl said was to recreate the environment of a normal capture scenario and thus the inherent distractions incurred while tied up and trying to escape. Flag Girl’s tendency to get caught up in her role playing and shouting out things like; “TASTE MY BITCH TAMMER, SLUT!” tended to complicate things a little and they never seemed to actually manage to escape, but the s’mores were really good.

 

 

But instead of Flag Girl and s’mores Sensational Babe saw only a small clean room barren of any furnishings and bathed in the yellow glow of a single bulb set in the center of the ceiling. She was tied with her wrists to her ankles and by wiggling her nose she could tell her mask was still in place and her costume looked like it was still more or less intact. Her tube top was yanked down so both her quivering rocket tits were jutting up exposed but that could have been as easily achieved by her just being pushed around a bit while being tied up. Her skirt was still on though it had flipped up as she lay on the floor so her pussy and ass were on full display and her belt and pouches were still there and her gloves and boots and her cell phone wrist watch. In fact, she had been tied up and nothing taken or removed. Sensational Babe sniffed at that, the idea that they or it or him had not deemed her a serious enough threat to remove her utility belt at least let alone her costume was a bit insulting. “Maybe they or he or it was simply in too much of a hurry?” She thought and sighed.

 

 

“Well it is a mistake they will never make again. For now I will easily escape and kick some ass!” The young teen quickly realized she had been tied up by an expert. For not only was the rope strong and wrapped in thin wire to make it difficult to break or cut or pull or tug loose but the perp had tied each of her wrists to the corresponding ankle of that wrists side of her body. So her left wrist was tied to her left ankle and her right wrist was tied to her right ankle. This sort of arrangement meant she could be easily raped in both the pussy or ass without the inconvenience of the difficulties that would arise from the more common less experienced binding of both wrists being bound to both ankles would cause a person who latter wanted unlimited access to the pussy or anus. This unfortunately meant there was little reason for anyone to untie her before pounding her holes and as such even a good fucking rendering her adversaries unconscious would simply leave her still trussed up and helpless!

 

 

The teen struggled with her bonds which meant she sort of rolled and hopped about the floor of the room getting herself thoroughly turned on in the process as all those late night slumber parties of her recent youth and the ‘bondage nights’ with Flag Girl and Specter Girl soon had her new super Sarah squirter puss leaking out a steady stream of slick pussy juice. Seeing this Sensational Babe got an idea and filling her mind with as many naughty filthy sex crazed thoughts as she could she soon had a steady flow of sloppy cunt juice dribbling out of her like a tapped keg. With her superb muscle control of her coochie she was soon shooting this juice upon her bound wrists and ankles and the sticky yet slick cum juice was just enough lubricant to slip out of her bonds!

 

 

“Once again saved by my super Sarah though this time not a cock in sight!” Sensational Babe slipped as much of her body back into her costume as she could and tried the simple wooden door to the room. It was locked and she fished her ring of keys out of her belt pouch. “I really need to learn how to pick locks, it is only a matter of time before I come across a door that my set of skeleton keys won’t-” the door lock clicked - “open.”

 

 

The hallway outside the room was also sparsely furnished and again lighted by a golden glow but this time of wall scones. A few small tables sat along the plain simple clean walls and the wooden floor was freshly scrubbed but devoid of any carpets or runners. There was a window at the ‘L-shaped’ bend of the hallway and here was a window which without drapes and curtains she saw instantly was boarded up! “I am still in the hotel!” and as if to drive the point home she noticed the lamp sitting on the small corner table read upon its frosted glass lamp shade, ‘Wellington Arms.’

 

 

She had no doubt that she had been out for quiet some time, bright day light was leaking though the slats of wood over the window and she could make out the distant sounds of a busy River City just a few blocks away from the deserted condemned street upon which the hotel sat. “So part of the hotel had been cleaned up and made habitual. but why? Who would want to live here? Diva? The place is not up to that woman’s high standard not by a long shot! And her split personality Doctor Honey Horn-Ney has her own small house in the countryside as well as personal quarters at Belladonna Labs. Punch Drunk? That thing is more animal than man. He spent years in a cage filled with straw I can not imagine he would have taken the trouble to clean up a hallway and even a few rooms? Boatman spoke of two street gangs that Diva had just taken over, but they would have had their own places their own set-ups their own cribs.”

 

 

Sensational Babe made her way around the ‘L’ turn of the hallway past more boarded up windows and now closed doors lining the inside hallway wall. She tried them as she went by. They weren’t locked and she was not entirely surprised to see that most of the rooms were cleaned up hotel guest rooms now converted into storage rooms filled with crates and floor futons thus doubling as a warehouse and sleeping rooms.

 

 

She recognized several of the crates logos from the open door hallway as being the stolen merchandise from the Punch Drunk robberies so he was here somewhere or had been or at least dropped off his loot here. So far she had seen no sign of anyone about and she wondered at this; that there were no guards or anyone checking in on her captivity.

 

 

“Do they really think so little of me as a threat that they just tossed me into a room in rope bonds and forgot about me?!” It was hard for the teen super heroine not to find that insulting and she began to glower about her as she increasingly wished she would come across someone to pummel and show them just how unthreatening she really was!

 

 

All the rooms proved empty and the last room opened into a large empty room where some one had taken the considerable effort to place a fire escape in its middle. It was one of those hinged piston fire escapes that you can pull down or cause to go down by walking along it but it was suspended over the wooden floor. It took the young girl several minutes to realize the floor was directly under the fire escape was nothing more than slats of wood attached to a heavy canvas tarp. A simple pulley system nearby pulled the tarp aside and left a rough cut opening in the floor for the fire escape to descend down through. She yanked the false floor aside with the pulleys and mounted the fire escape and walked along it causing it to hinge down through the floor and extend  with a quiet hiss. It extended down through what was a good forty foot drop reaching down to the center of the ballroom floor of the Wellington Arms Hotel.  It took her a few minutes to figure out how to work the chain to send the fire escape back up through its hole in the ceiling and another minute to find the well hidden corresponding pulley to pull the fake tarp back across the opening hiding the fire escape. Knowing they were there she could easily make out the fakeness of the tarp blind with its mix of plaster and lathe but she had to admit it was clever enough to hide it from an unaware snooping eye.

 

 

The chain to pull down the fire escape was combined to the pulley system controlling the canvas blind and pulling it one way or the other raised or lowered it in turn for use or hiding. “Clever enough,” she thought to herself, “for a temporary place to stash loot or quickly hide out in the area if being chased, but not much of a getaway to hide from serious searchers.” In the day light the fake rectangle in the center of the ceiling seemed obvious now that she was really looking at it. “Something cobbled together quickly and not meant for a long term hideout.” She still felt a little sour about being left unguarded as she carefully walked around the edge of the room. She could just make out the laptop still sitting in its same place behind the pile of rubble but she was careful to remain out of sight of the hidden camera she was no doubt sure was still watching the laptop it’s self.

 

 

“A little trap,” she smirked at the distant laptop. “But now that I am free where is my quarry?” It was impossible to know who had come across her helpless slumbering and no doubt orgasming body and taken her up the fire escape and tied her up and locked her in the above room, but she was certain it had not been Punch Drunk or Diva and that left only some low level thug probably one of the street gangs Diva had encapsulated who had put  a man on watch on some other laptop monitoring the trap waiting to then deal with the captured victim.

 

 

Sensational Babe puzzled at this last notion and if there was a second laptop monitoring the one here in the room, then there was just a chance she might be able to trace its link back to it. The young teen turned her purple and sliver wrist watch cell phone to her pale beautiful face and began to tap on its round screen display. Instantly the face of the round cell phone split out again and again until there upon her wrist was a small blossomed flower of screens large enough to easily tap her finger nail to and swipe window tabs open and close rapidly. Between her cell phones scanner sensors locking in on the wifi of the nearby computer and her powerful wrist computer programs she soon had hacked into the phone net and traced the second link. Sensational Babe sighed and tapped her wrist screen back closed again, “too easy.” and she left the ballroom with the locked address flashing on her wrist band crystal.

 

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The second linked laptop was only three blocks away and smack in the territory of the Bitter Sweets. The Bitter Sweets was a street gang that specialized in kidnapping young girls and selling them to buyers who normally used them for sexual exploitation or personal sex toys. They sold to the local River City sex clubs to Hong Kong to Washington D.C. there was no place no port no little Eskimo igloo or grass African hut where the freshly begotten wares of the Bitter Sweets could not be bundled off to for the right price. These were heartless slavers and many a young super heroine had fallen into their clutches never to be heard or seen from again.

 

 

Sensational Babe had never thought to ask Boatman what two large gangs Diva had taken over, for some reason she had assumed they would be gun runners or drug dealers or black market merchants. She had never assumed it would have been the Bitter Sweets.

 

 

She had never walked through their territory in broad daylight before and she paused at the edge of an alleyway that lead onto the first street of their threshold and still the laptop location laid a full block further beyond. “This may just be suicidal?” Sensational Babe muttered as she strode boldly out into the street full of apartment buildings and brownstones and instantly felt unseen eyes lock upon her!

 

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Sensational Babe found the second laptop but also a room full of Biter Sweets as well as several dozen in tow following her from the moment she had emerged from the alleyway. They were too experienced and professional to have sex with her and her super Sarah or to even waste their time fighting her. A few gas grenades and masks to filter out its sleepy time effects as well as her powerful sex pheromones rendered her unconscious in moments.

 

 

She woke back on Boatman’s converted riverboat.

 

 

“Ah, there you are. Awake at last, and thank you for yet more of your precious milk I think you may actually rival Power Lass in the amounts your breasts can generate! And far richer than Ms. Americana’s but she has some kind of gene flaw and has to rely upon that power belt of hers to fully trigger her gene, so that is understandable.”

 

 

The voice was nasal and raspy and Boatman strode out into her line of sight as she realized she was bent over in the milk harness once again at the mercy of Boatman’s milking machines. He was wearing a gas mask and two large alarm clocks tied to the sides of his head directly over his ears. “Even with this special gas mask fitted with  a pheromone filter your powerful Sarah milked me so hard that I collapsed into a near helpless coma again but I was prepared this time!” He flicked a gloved finger against one of the alarm clocks and it made a high pitched bell ring that echoed throughout the ship. “Thanks again for the cream pie honey. I do hope you are on the pill, but then again you and I both know that an Aphrodite gene super heroine can’t use the pill as it distorts her powers!”

 

 

“You disgusting pervert, Boatman! You seem to enjoy knocking me out and raping me and milking my mighty jugs dry! But how did I get here? The last thing I remember I was in the Bitter Sweets domain?!”

 

 

“Yes, luckily Diva has been Dr. Honey Horn-Ney for the past few days so I was able to simply ‘buy’ you from the Bitter Sweets without much of a problem. One of your friends, a mister Al Troucious brokered the deal and put your slumbering body into the diving suit which then brought you here. I believe he may have helped himself to the cookie jar as it were as there were several hours after he made the purchase in which I could not reach him and he looked a might groggy on the camera phone.”

 

 

“Bastards! But… Ah, I guess I should thank you? I mean you did just rescue me, but then you also just raped me again and drained my tits again!”

 

 

“My girl do you have any idea how much it cost to buy you back from the Bitter Sweets and the fee your mister Al Troucious required? Those jugs and pussy of yours are truly sensational indeed but I will be lucky to break even on it all!” The man began to unfasten her straps and help her out of the milking machines harness.

 

 

“Still it would be nice to have a little consent in these ‘dealings’ of yours. A girl dose not like to wakeup with a snatch full of brie cream cheese and a little mouse squeaking about.” Sensational Babe righted herself upon her wobbly legs and quickly triggered Professor Whirtler’s de-pregerizer.

 

 

“Understood, but you did leave rather rudely without a by your leave, and before I could tell you everything you needed to know,” Boatman removed his alarm clock earmuffs and his gas mask taking several steps back from her and eyeing her luscious naked body which already was recovering from its long milking.

 

 

“You have more information for me?”

 

 

“Fascinating! I take it that is one of the Delta Cities Professors rumored de-pregerizers then? Brilliant, bit sloppy in the design but brilliant! I wonder if he has copyrighted it? Could be worth something to these River City super sluts!”

 

 

“You mentioned something about information?”

 

 

“Ah, yes here try this! You are going to need it!” Boatman handed her a small necklace of purple and white and black. He then stepped back an put back on his gas mask. “I hope I am not offending you but those pheromones of yours are incredibly powerful! And the deck house is not exactly well ventilated. After that last milking and well, pump priming, your powers have awakened a touch more and your pheromone powers have certainly spiked as well.”

 

 

Sensational Babe looked down at Boatman’s cod piece which was doing the mamba. “What exactly does this necklace do anyway?”

 

 

“It’s pliable you can wear it as a head band or as a hair tie for your pony tail or even wrap it around your upper arm or thigh inside your boot just about anywhere, even around your neck. But you need to make sure it is somewhere touching your body at all times! You see sometimes when an Aphrodite gene awakens and grants new powers or more powerful levels of existing powers it has a sort of collateral expense factored in that becomes something of a determent for all those positive powers. In your case, your pheromones powers are so powerful that without the headband touching your body you will find yourself consumed by lusts. It will start out as just a vague hornieness but then it will build and you will orgasm and then orgasm and then orgasm and you will continue to orgasm in increasingly more rapid and more powerful orgasms until you are rendered uncurious and your powers utterly drained. When you wake you will feel weak and helpless and slowly your powers will return but then so will the horny feeling and then it will build into orgasm and so forth. Only by wearing the circlet somewhere on your body will you have control over this and just feel a vague tingling of lust but no uncontrolled building tides of orgasm!”

 

 

“What the hell are you talking about?! What the hell did you do to me you pervert!” Sensational Babe shook the circlet/necklace in her fist at him.

 

 

“It is the natural development of your awakening Aphrodite gene. If I had not milked you dry some other super villain would have and by my doing it I was here to study the results and help you with this device I created for you. Remember your super powers have increased in response to this unwanted side effect!” Boatman cringed back and covered his crotch as he saw the fuming girl eye his groin and tense her leg muscles.

 

 

“How can any power justify my now having to wear this, this, thing! On my body at all times or else be reduced to an uncontrollably orgasming whore!!!!”

 

 

“Well, according to my equipment you can fly.”

 

 

“You fucking pervert I am going to rip your balls - What?”

 

 

“You can fly. You have the power of flight. Might take you some time to master it, flight is a bit tricky and -”

 

 

“I can fly?!” Sensational Babe looked down at her naked body and very very slowly lifted up off her bare feet and hovered above the floor.

 

 

“You have also gained some strength, nothing too powerful might be able to lift a motorcycle above your head that sort of thing, and some limited invulnerability. You can take a normal punch and some crowbar blows without flinching but I would avoid any heavy gun fire or a safe falling on your head.”

 

 

“I can fly!!! No more bike! Or subway across town!” The young teen began to swirl in summersaults around in the air as if she were in a swimming pool.

 

 

“Hmmm, yes they always seem to like the flying bit. Anyway, remember not to lose the circlet or you will just collapse to the ground finger banging your pussy until you pass out! Or worse chasing men down the street raping them! That would look wonderful on the six o’clock news. And please stop all that flying about I have expensive equipment in here and you have to remember that using your super powers drains your milk so you are burning up fuel there!”

 

 

“Oh, yes the circlet!” The girl quickly removed her hair scrunchy and with tongue stuck out in concentration wound the strip of soft metal around her long black hair at the back of her head so it touched her skull. “There! That seems to work! Cool!”

 

 

“Yes, well the rest of your costume is over there on the table. Now the information I have for you is this: Diva is rumored to have converted an abandoned water tower into a missile base! She has been loading the solitary missile hidden inside that tower with some kind of vile ampoules that when exploded will release a cloud of spores. These spores contain powerful germinating inseminator plants. As far as my information can tell me she plans on targeting Delta City and covering the entire downtown with these inseminiod plant spores. In a mater of hours the entire downtown area will be a jungle of raping milking plants!”

 

 

“GOSH! But why?”

 

 

“I can only hazard a guess but fortunately my fantastic intellect hazards some fairly accurate guesses! I surmise that by engulfing Delta City in a rain of rape the Delta City super heroines will be unable to bother Diva here in River City as she continues her somewhat steady take over of the major criminal operations here!”

 

 

“How long have you known of this plan of hers?”

 

 

“Oh about a year now I guess? She has only just completed the rocket and started loading it. Her recent hire of Punch Drunk seems to be something of a need for some muscle to finish the loading process and get some last minute parts from the various warehouses and factories in a less than clandestine manner. He may also be part of some later phase of her take over plan once the rocket has exploded over Delta City and the super heroines are too busy being ass raped into submission as it were. She may even have further designs upon that city once the super heroines are helpless?”

 

 

“A YEAR?! You are telling me you have known of this heinous plan for over a year and have not done anything to thwart it?!”

 

 

“Thwart it? Where do you girls get your dialogue from, old Buck Rodgers serials? And well, you see I am a very busy man here. Lots to do. Lots. Got to scrape barnacles and that my girl is not an easy task. Spent a good week on that, and then there’s patching leaks, whew! This old tub is not as ship shape as she once was, and well, besides I have no idea what water tower Diva is using! There are dozens of them scattered about the city you know! Can’t miss my soaps you know. And I had tickets to that Barry Manalowe concert too.”

 

 

“Hmmm, come to think of it there is a water tower just next to the hotel I was at?! One of those kind that look like a big squat corn silo all enclosed on the sides in metal and a dome top. Okay, I am going to check it out! Anything else I should know about my new powers?!”

 

 

“And I had that terrible, terrible cold for a good week in there, stuffed up head and nose and watery eyes and a bad cough! Can’t fight crime when you are coughing in the shadows! And then there was that fish caught in the toilet out let pipe! Now that was a mess! Now where has that girl gone too?! I wanted to warn her about the rest of her powers! Huh, that‘s the youth these days so impatient! Never a moment to stop and smell the roses! Nice pussy though!”

 

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“Wow! Even with my new anti-horny device in place I have never felt my pussy so needy for huge cock before! I can’t seem to stop thinking about giant vein-y throbbing monster cocks! I’ve always been something of a size queen like most healthy teen girls, but never like this! I guess one of the fallouts of my new awakened powers is that I have become absolutely obsessed with big chunkies! Ha! Well as far as weakness go in a super heroine, an on going constant desire for big dicks is certainly better than having a power belt one can yank off or a gem stone one can remove and you are left as nothing but a slut in a bikini!”

 

 

“Hmm, still?” Sensational Babe touched her metal hair tie as she raced through the night sky narrowly missing one of the slow retarded air drone from apples new apish delivery system called, ‘i-soar’ that was rapidly replacing the much faster and more efficient Amazon delivery drones due to apple’s government subsidies and contracts. “Having this new weakness of being unable to control my slut-factor if this band is removed from touching my body is a bit scary! I mean it sort of sounds funny, the idea that if I remove this band I will gradually be reduced into a wanton whore imprisoned in my own orgasms until spent powerless unconsciousness takes me only to wake and the whole thing starting all over again. I have heard of girls being mind-broken by too many orgasms, but I have always thought it an urban myth started by fat old men drawing super heroine comics?! But could it be true?! If I lose my new anti-horny circlet could I be overcome by orgasms?! Could I be rendered a mindless sex fiend?! Gosh that’s scary! I had better be careful just in case!”

 

 

The young teen super heroine slipped out of the fresh night sky and floated down behind the hotel where earlier she had been captured and briefly held. Had it been just this afternoon or was it now past midnight and it was yesterday afternoon?  She landed without too much embarrassment upon her ass at the foot of the water tower and brushing her naked ass off started to search the base of the tower for a secret entrance. There was none. “The entrance must be underground and reached no doubt through the maze of half collapsed rooms of the hotel! I have no time to waste on searching such a warren of traps and dead ends! Hmmm, didn’t Boatman say my strength had increased as well?!”

 

 

Sensational Babe crouched back down on one knee and placed her fist upon the ground and then shot back up into the air. She sailed up to the top of the water tower and landed with a few skids and yips on the round top. She could tell at once with a close examination that the top was new and designed to part in the center and open wide, “just like a cheerleaders mouth during finals week!”

 

 

With several grunts and shaking arms and legs Sensational Babe managed to spread eagle herself and pry open the towers doors just enough to drop down right on top of the missile cone. For some reason seeing the missile actually surprised her and she half flew half danced along its surface to the support gantry holding the rocket upright and ready for launch. The over head doors closed above her with a loud creaking snap and she found herself in pitch darkness.

 

 

Sensational Babe keyed her wrist band cell phone light and shone it around her as she plotted a flight path down to the base of the rocket where she could already see a metal hatch door not unlike those used on submarines.

 

 

With a few bangs to her head and arms and legs she managed to descend and reach the door and land without falling on her ass. “I think I am starting to get the hang of this flying!” The young teenager rubbed her forehead where she had accidentally hit it against a support beam on her way down and eyed the door. There appeared to be no lock just a screw handle in its center and she set to work on this and had the oblong hatch door open in no time/

 

 

Sensational Babe bowed down her tall slim six plus frame and slipped through the hatchway and into the surprisingly clean hallway beyond. They were obviously underground and the dim light of florescent tubes lined the metal bulkhead walls and cast a dim glow upon the black metal grill floor. There was concrete just under the grills where numerous pipes and conduct ran.

 

 

The narrow hallway ran only a short distance before ending at another hatchway identical to the one she had just passed through. She reached up and adjusted her hair band biting her thick pillow lips as she couldn’t help but think about her new super heroine weakness. “Should I remove it from my hair and place it on my upper arm? They are always grabbing my hair when they fuck me! But they are less likely to remove a hair tie if they strip me naked after capturing me than a necklace or upper arm band?” she left the circlet wrapped around her pony tail base and made her way to the second hatchway. “It would be best to reach the launch control room and destroy it! Much better than trying to destroy a rocket already filled with inseminator spores!”

 

 

The second hatchway opened into a large metal room filled with shut down S.P.U.D.’s. it had been months since Sensational Babe had seen any spuds. Spuds had originally been small robotic flying devices used by the police to try and stop the increasing criminal and gang activity, called ‘spud’ for Surveillance Patrol Urban Droids they had proven utterly ineffectual in face of the internal corruption of the police department its self. Later when mayor Jack Pound had come to office he had revamped the ‘spuds’ program placing it under his personal direct control and re-launched them as Super Powered Urban Droids with authority to engage and pacify criminals they caught in the act. These robots had some surprising success but then it became public knowledge that the droids ran off super heroine milk. That it was super heroine breast milk that was powering the droids super strength and other powers.

 

 

Naturally the ‘spuds’ had to be deactivated and a long series of apologies had to be given both in privet and in public by mayor Jack Pound for his well meant intentions but lack of wise choices. The super heroine community still eyed the man who barely survived an impeachment hearing with continued suspicion and narrowed eyed distrust.

 

 

Sensational Babe eyed the inert robots who looked like trash cans with hundreds of metal tentacles attached to their sides lying in heaps upon the floor before prying her eyes off them and up at the metal stairs leading up into a large metal box that stuck out on support legs over most of the room. It was covered in thick glass window ports and its riveted steel skin looked like it could survive several tank shell blasts! “That has to  be the missile control room!”

 

 

The teen began to make her way through the piles of deactivated droids toward the base of the stairs wondering if she should fly up to the top of the gantry way that ran along the front and sides of the elevated room but considering the lights pouring out of the glass portal windows and her not quiet mastering the subtleties of her new flight power she doubted whether she could maneuver past the windows without being seen. “That is if there is anyone in there to see me? Still might be best to stay on foot and sneak up the stairs and crawl under the windows until I reach the door or can risk a peak inside one of the portals.” Thus convinced of the logic of her plan she continued cautiously stepping through the gaps of tentacles avoiding the already cleared path though the center of the room where several large thick glass port windows loomed down with a direct line of sight protruding on the underside of the metal box room.

 

 

In fact the majority of the lower rooms light was cast by these blisters of glass that seemed scattered almost haphazardly on the underside of the metal elevated room. To reach the far stair case leading up she would have to move through nearly a third of the room not covered by the overhanging upper room and then make her way under the above room to reach the stair case upon the backside wall of the room.

 

 

She decidedly did not want to walk under any of the lighted glass blisters less someone in the above room should happen to glance down through the glass portal and see her!

 

 

This left her a circuitous path that took some time and many cautious steps to achieve but she managed to reach the far base of the metal staircase and started up it.

The young busty teen with her stretched to the bursting purple tube top slipped as silently as possible up the zigzagging iron stair case to the upper room taking full advantage of her new flight power to move as quietly as possible.

 

 

She had just reached the gantry that ran along the entire outer side of the suspended room when the metal hatch door spun its wheel and opened suddenly. Out through the oval opening Punch Drunk emerged squeezing his heavy bulk through with surprising ease.

 

 

The creature was black skinned with red spikes covering its body. It had an overall gorilla build of long thick arms and a small neck-less head with a barrel chest and slim waist but its lower legs were powerful rather than  small and weak and shaped more like that of a dogs than a man’s. Its skin was covered in crab like shell casings providing it with an exoskeleton of almost impervious armor. And each spike including those on its long arms and wide fists was seated upon a small venom sack full of chloroform. He also possessed a twenty inch girth and thirty five inch long penis that was rippled with ridges and could remain hard for hours on end. All in all he was a super heroines worse nightmare come to life!

 

 

Sensational Babe eyed the quivering chubby slapping between Punch Drunks calves and her jaw dropped as drool trickled down her chin, “WOW! I have been looking for you all my life!”

 

 

Sensational Babe dodged the haymaker and whispered back on her flight power from the slight green gas cloud that vapor trailed after it. “I mean, I have found you at last vile fiend! Halt your devious designs and submit to my superior might or else face the wraith of justice!” ‘Gosh that thing is a tank! I can’t let it connect even once with those knockout gas fists or I am a goner!’ The young teen thought to herself as she backpedaled up against the railing.

 

 

Sensational Babe dodged another series of rapid blows from the creatures fists holding her breath as each missed punch struck metal and burst a cloud of chloroform gas all about her! ‘I can’t let that thing knock me out and then rape me as I have no idea what a monster like that’s stamina and recovery time might be? If I am still unconscious when my Sarah milks it into un-conciseness by the power of the incredible orgasm it unleashes upon my attacker as well as the special sleep pheromones my body issues at the moment of ejaculation into my pussy, I may not wake before it does?! So I must somehow get that creature’s cock good and hard and into me while I am still awake! That is my only chance!’

 

 

Sensational Babe lurched back up and over the railing of the gantry and hovered in mid air just out of the things reach, “whoa there big boy! I am not one of those Delta City sluts who want to trade fists for an hour or two of a losing proposition when it becomes so obvious who the mightier monster is! You win! I am no match for you! I took a shot but you are way out of my league and I really don’t want to be pummeled into horseradish and then raped! So what do you say we skip all the unpleasantness and you just enjoy the spoils, eh, victor?” Sensational Babe lifted up her short pleated skirt and flashed the creature her hairy pussy and winked.

 

 

The creature did not respond but suddenly launched its right arm at the smiling super heroine, “UGH! It has telescoping arms?! Did not expect that! I will have to update Boatman’s brief… if I survive this!”

 

 

The creature recoiled its arm and brought the struggling gasping super heroine up to its leering face. Giving up on grabbing the vice like grip of its hand the young teen instead reached down and began jacking the semi-erect cock slapping up against the underside of her boobs as rapidly as possible. Both her hands grasping either side of the humongous dick as she wiggled and tried to get her knees and thighs and her breasts into the action as well!

 

 

The creatures face went from its murderous leer to a lip quivering eye rolling smile and Sensational Babe noted the reaction her efforts were having and redoubled them. “Hmmmm… goooooood,” the creature rumbled.

 

 

“That’s the idea Punchie, good indeed. But it’s nothing compared to my pussy! I got a super Sarah honey pot and it was just born to bone!” Sensational Babe wheezed against the iron grip grabbing her mid-torso and cutting off her ability to breath. She gasped and breathed deeply despite the wisps of green gas around her as the grip slackened and she felt the monster shift her around bringing her ass up to its crotch and her face down to the iron grating of the gantry.

 

 

The green gas had her head spinning but she was still retaining her consciousness having just caught enough chloroform to give her a buzz and send her pussy into pre-orgasm spasms. She shook her head as the huge dick was torn from her grasp of hands, knees, and breasts and she felt the grapefruit sized head of the massive cock pushed up against her squishy love box. She grunted and moaned at the prospects of the sure size of the thing that was trying to force its way into her helpless hole. “I - I usually don’t ride bareback with a complete stranger or on the first date - ah hell who am I kidding, saddle or no saddle, mount up big boy and I hope you brought your spurs because I like it fast, hard, and rough!”

 

 

The massive cock head and thick long shaft slammed into her love cannel and she screamed in both pleasure and pain as she gasped as the rough savage penetration triggered her first orgasm ripping it from her body in complete surprise and causing her to mercifully squirt an oil well gushier of much needed lubrication. “OH GWAD! I HAVEN’T HAD ANYTHING THAT BIG IN ME SINCE I TRIED TO MISTAKENLY MILK THAT BULL BACK ON GRANDPA’S FARM!!!!! BLING-BLING GWAD DAMNIT BLING-BLING!!!!!”

 

 

The creature began to machinegun fire its hips in deep wet smacking piston pounding penetrations that had the young teen purple faced as her entire body slammed forward and backward. “I - I - I feeeeeel like a bobble head! OH MY GWAD! BLING-BLING! OH OH OH THAT WAS A GOOD ONE! AHHHH!” the orgasm triggered another spurt of pussy juice that squished out along side the cock shaft with each of its massive deep rapid thrusts and the Sarah began to grab and yank with its powerful muscle walls twisting and pulling and popping the shaft and cock head in its wondrous grasp!

 

 

‘Oh - oh - oh shit! If this thing keeps up this pace I won’t have a chance! It’s too big! Even my super Sarah can’t handle its massive power! It’s like its just dragging me along like a feather in a tornado. I - I - I have to somehow out fuck this beast! I must make it climax in my pussy and thus trigger the super pheromones and milking muscle spasms that will drain it into unconsciousness and let me get free! Got to get on top of this! Must stop thinking about its huge ass balls slapping my pussy so good soo gooooood! Oh! No, no, don’t cum again?! No again?! Not so soon! OH MY GWAD!!!! BLING-BLING! Ungh! Cock sooo goooood! Fucking so good so fucking cock good! Oh gwad I am going to mind break into a slut whore cock slave if this thing doesn’t hurry up and blow its wad! Must help the Sarah must grind my hips and buck back hard on each thrust! Must out fuck the beast!’ Sensational Babe shook her head and her drool splattered on her clenched fists and tightened forearms as she began to swivel her hips and ram her ass back to meet each delicious pile driver pounding of the monster.

 

 

“IS - UGNH! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT PUNNCHY?! CAUSE I HAVE TOSSED OUT VIBRATORS WITH DEAD BATTERIES THAT HAD MORE VIM AND VIGOR THAN THAT LITTLE PINKY PECKER OF YOURS IS PACKING! OHHHHHH! SHIT! YOU CALL THAT FUCKING?! OH - OH GWAD! THAT WASN’T A CLIMAX! I DIDN’T JUST CUMM AGAIN ON YOUR MASSIVE COCK! NO PRISON BITCH WANNABE! THAT WAS ME TRYING TO STAY AWAKE! EITHER BRING IT OR TAKE IT HOME BECAUSE I AM A BUSY GIRL HERE AND YOUR LITTLE DINKY DICK AINT GETTING THE JOB DONE! GOT IT AMIGO! EITHER PUT SOME HURT ON THAT THING OR PULL IT OUT AND GO FIND FLAG GIRL I HEAR SHE LIKES LITTLE TINNY PINKY PRICKS! THEY REMIND HER OF CUTE LITTLE PUPPY DOGS! UNGH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHA OH GWAD! BLING-BLING! YOU CALL THAT AN ORGASM?! SHIT! I POP MORE POWERFUL O’S FROM A STATIC ELECTRICITY SHOCK! YOU ARE BORING ME AND I AM NOT TALKING DRILL HERE I AM TALKING SNOOZE CITY! HELL I AM DOING ALL THE WORK! CAN’T YOU EVEN HUMP LIKE A MAN?! YOU FUCK LIKE A TIRED OLD WORN OUT CRIPPLED FOOD STAMP PROGRAM GOODWILL HOMELESS WISKEY DICK WINO! YOUR PUSHIHNG ROPE PUNCHY! WHERE’S THE FUCKING BEEF! CAN’T YOU EVEN GET IT HARD?! I MEAN ITS BAD ENOUGH YOU HAVE THIS LITTLE TINY INKY DINKY PENIS THAT WOULD EMBARSS A FUCKING HAMSTER BUT YOU CAN’T EVEN GET YOUR DORK READY TO PORK! I MEAN HELL I AM EVEN EMBARASSED FOR YOU!” Sensational Babe went on shouting through her teeth clenched orgasms and head spinning climaxes for roughly an hour. Her constant belittling and degrading the monster had it hammering her pussy so hard and fast that it was a blur of muscle and sexual wraith snarling and screaming out its frustrated lusts as the young teen mocked its superlative efforts and denied her body’s near spent sexual state. She had never been fucked so completely so thoroughly and she felt herself nearing the mythical mind-break status akin to sexual drowning as she desperately strove to drive the creature to its brink and climax into her pussy.

 

 

As the race seemed effortless won by the beast and the teen felt herself slipping into an endless multiple orgasmic haze of subjection the creature suddenly rose up and went ridged and with a long drawn out bellow shuddered and climaxed into her with the force of a fire hose. The pulsing drain of the cock went on for several minutes before the monster whimpered and then fell over as if dead upon her back and upper body. Her pussy twitched as it hungrily sucked the cock dry milking its massive soft ball sized testicles into shriveled grapes as the young teen hummed and groaned and sighed, “didum liddle mommies baby blow its waddie? Ahhhh. Well that was one to write home about! Best fucking I have had in days! Now that the beast is sleeping I need to take care of that rocket!” She slipped the massive spent cock out of her raw red pussy and let it slam hard with a loud ringing sound on the gantry grating as she wiggled and crawled out from under the snoring monster reaching for her de-pregerizer and the extra battery even as she reached for the hatchway door. 

 

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Sensational Babe woke to find herself yet once again back in the now embarrassingly and gratingly familiar milking harness of Boatman’s riverboat.  “Oh gwad! Please don’t tell me you raped and milked me yet again, Boatman?!”

 

 

Boatman edged around the harness wearing his gas mask and a new improved version of his alarm clock ear muffs which he removed  so he could hear her better, before yanking off the sucking milk machines cups from her puffy now very very large tits; “ah you are awake, finally! And yes I did pump you full of semen and milk your huge jugs dry several times now. You might want to use that little de-pregerizer device of yours as I had my Wheaties this morning. Now,” he helped her out of the harness and on to her unsteady feet as she glowered at him. “Tell me exactly what happened?! From my hidden cameras and converted spuds and the television news I see you were inside of the crashed rocket that smacked into downtown Delta City yesterday morning. But there was apparently no spores?! I had Al Trocious slip down and recover you from the Delta City hospital where you were still un-conscious from the crash and under police arrest by the way. No need to thank me.”

 

 

“Thank you?! This makes what?! The third time you have put me in this horrible milk harness and raped me repeatedly and milked me dry! Why on Earth should I thank you for that?!” The teen was angrily putting back on her costume but found her already rapidly replenishing breasts were too large for the stretch tube top to even try and squeeze them into it! “And personally, I am not really happy about the idea of having a pair of fucking baby shakers that look like beach balls!”

 

 

“Er, yes,” Boatman coughed into his gloved fist. “I am afraid that even when the temporary swelling goes down you will find your mammary glands have indeed increased their size permanently by well a couple of cup sizes.”

 

 

“WHAT?! I was a size double KK cup last time I tried on a bra and that was years ago in middle school! Are you saying I am now pushing the latter third of the alphabet?! Because if you are I am going to take that pathetic thing you laughingly call a dick and a nail gun and -”

 

 

“Your powers have ramped up again!” Boatman blurted out as he backpedaled away from the furious teen and her huge naked swinging pert torpedo tits. “Your flight has improved dramatically and your strength and I think you may have some super sight powers now?”

 

 

“Be that as it may if you ever again rape me and milk me I will do things to you that will hurt for years and years and years.” She hopped around on one foot trying to pull her boots on, as her firm young bubble butt ass smacked up against the tables full of chemistry sets and computers which had Boatman scrambling to keep them from falling over onto the deck.

 

 

“Understood. But now tell me for my files what transpired with you and that rocket?”

 

 

“Rocket? Oh yeah, well I er subdued Punch Drunk and when he came too he found me in the rocket and fired it. But what he did not know was I had already re-programmed the spuds that were laying all over the place. Apparently Diva had been using them as labors and loaders for her rocket. I think it was a spud which captured me at the hotel and tied me up which would explain why my super pheromones did not induce it into raping me and being subsequently in turn knocked out as any living creature would have been. Anyway I had re-programmed the spuds to remove each and every spore and place it inside of themselves and then rush to the bottom of Delta City Bay. Where they are now I guess? Waiting for further orders from my wrist communicator. I was inside the rocket trying to dismantle it as the door to the control room had been locked by Punch Drunk when he exited it. When Punch Drunk came to he must have re-entered the control room and saw me on the security cameras and launched the rocket on its pre-programmed flight path to downtown Delta City. No doubt he thought I would be swarmed by the payload of inseminators released from their onion sized glass modules upon impact like the rest of the city, but of course as I said those were already in each spud now at the bottom of the bay.”

 

 

“Hmm, not bad. You got rid of the inseminiod threat at least temporarily, and you faced Punch Drunk and beat him though he got away. I guess in fact, as you often say, you saved the day!” Boatman smiled. “And according to your file this is the part where you shout out, ‘who wants blowjobs’ and then, ‘sensational!’ before dropping to your knees and administering the same!”

 

 

“Not going to happen.” Sensational Babe tugged her skirt up over her round full hips.

 

 

“But it’s like your catch phrase! I mean you always finish an adventure with an offer of blowjobs and -”

 

 

“Nope,” Sensational Babe glared at Boatman who held out his arms plaintively and seemed about to cry behind the lenses of his gas mask.  “Oh alright. Who wants blowjobs?!” Sensational Babe smiled.

 

 

Boatman meekly raised his gloved hand.

 

 

“SENSATIONAL!” Sensational Babe giggled as she shot two thumbs up and dropped to her knees and began to rip off Boatman’s codpiece. “But you got to take off that mask! You look like a Comic-Con Darth Vader cosplay in that gas mask and I have done my fair share of those for this year!”

 

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