The following work of fiction is intended for

adult entertainment. What ever elements here in

that may be considered of my invention I here by

declare as works of public domain, free to be

used in whole or in part by any and all in any and all medium. -ROOK-

“RADIO GIRL VERSUS THE SECRET SORORITY, in the

first installment of three very short stories :

THE OBELISK - THE GLASS BOX - THE HOUR OF VENGEANCE”

“THE OBELISK”

The enameled bossed sky flecked in golden honey

hued speckled bands and wrapped with the

phosphorous placenta of a doe eyed moon swung

slowly its pitchy heavy boughs against the slow

meandering silver streams of night cloud that

coughed and tangled upon the dizzy spires of art

deco decoupage Radio City, to spin in herd born

crescents that vanished into strands of

desiccated silence. The splendor, the radiance,

of heavenly wonder did little but chill the

bones of stone and steel sinew that dared to

breach and perch their long muzzled noses into

the belly of the haughty heights, that danced

and dazed and tore and dug centipede fingered

along upstart spines, regale imperious gravity

feather footed and ocean tithed, rolls and boils

the serpent skinned night with sinuous stride, quaking the towers of man.

And across the long flat streak of gray bending

river from these lands of clay raised crags,

sits a snubbed version of poverty quelled,

harsher than nature, eater of knees, ransacked

to dwarfish form, an abandoned oxbow of rapine

oil slick shadow. And upon one of these shorter

buildings haunch a roan mane shadow, Radio Girl.

Lithe shadow ménage and mated with her shape as

her liquid cape coiled and swam about her

motionless form. Radio Girl, little known

champion by the very citizens she struggles to

protect, new born to her powers by a freak

powerful electrical storm while tending her

uncle’s experimental radio telescope, and now

orphaned by that same mishap that took both the

only home she had ever known and her uncle, the

only family she had ever known. Radio Girl once

ward of the state and now, eighteen, on her own

after four long years in the city orphanage,

carefully surveyed the large open court yard below her.

To her right was the large once opulent Greek

style marble and stone building of the public

library/theater. It was the place she now worked

in and which housed her small room in the attic.

To her left the large run down buildings of the

Radio City Woman’s College began and with in a

block quickly ended into a maze of dilapidated

warehouses and abandoned factories and the odd

squalid residential tenant house. She clung to

the ancient stone skirting of what had once been

a textile manufacture. Now it served as a few

offices for the University amid several sealed off rickety floors.

The whole neighborhood was an odd mix of once

prime river side real state of elaborate

buildings that had housed the Greek and Latin

and French quarter of the old all male college

before the hart of the city had shifted to the

opposite river bank and further inland. Then it

had become a mix of commercial and residential

buildings until that too mostly found better

lives on the other side of the river or further

inland. When it was decided that women too

should have a public funded higher education

place as well as men, the old all men’s college

had been cheaply turned into an all women’s

college. The men had long since moved into new

buildings on the other side of the river next to

a new public library with new books and shops

and businesses. The young ladies slowly gathered

and moved into the old abandoned school

buildings and inherited the old public

library/theater and set to work making the place

more livable. A bright, if long weathered,

little oasis amidst the dead empty land around them.

A loud peal of tin man made thunder from the

tower of St. Paul’s cathedral invisible in river

mist despite the moon and her height, echoed

flatly after its journey across the snaking

waters less than a crows fly mile from her

perch. It lay directly in front of her and on a

clear day she would have made out its long

shimmering tower easily from her current

advantage, but tonight all her sight was focused

on the thin needle of malice sunk like a tick

between her and the river and the distant

cathedral beyond that unfathomable shore. The

long bone black finger that had her apprehensive

attention at the expenses of all else was the

recent arrival gift of the wealthiest man in all

of Radio City and one of the wealthiest men in

all the world. It was a smaller sister to a much

larger brother who now resided across the river

before the large city hall building. That one

had a large sun carved near its top, and this

smaller one, a large crescent moon. Though both

obelisks were of an Egyptian design, they were

in fact not from ancient Egypt, but were

discovered on one of Mr. Keepings many funded

explorations into the hart of darkest Africa.

The pair of obelisks were discovered far into

the interior of the great continent and were

believed to be of very recent manufacture, about

seven hundred years in age at the most. Some now

extinct black tribe had made them in a city of

curious black stones, no doubt in imitation of

the great works of the Egyptians themselves, or

so concluded the experts of the expedition. Mr.

Keepings, the richest man in all of Radio City,

had promptly removed the obelisks as well as

many works of precious metal and gems to safe

guard them against the ignorant savages now

infesting the lands, and had given much of the

booty to the city he loved so much. Why he gave

the lesser obelisk to the newly founded women’s

college no one could say, though he had once

attended school there as a young man when it had

been a male only institution, still no one could

be sure of the slightly eccentric Mr. Keepings motives.

Radio Girl only knew the thing gave her the

creeps every since it arrived and was transfixed

in place directly in the plaza before the now

secondary and other than by the female students,

seldom visited public library. She often found

her self staring at it either from one of the

tiny windows of the public library attic, or as

now paused on one of her novice nightly patrols

of the women’s college and its surrounding

environs. The thing seemed to almost strike her

with a physical blow of loathsomeness, and

despite her best efforts she could find out

nothing more on the creators of the strange

piece than the few monographs penned by the men who had so recently found it.

Radio Girl tore her eyes off the simple black

stone so oddly white and blue in the full moon

light and raised her self up to her full height

of 5’4’’ and gave the heavily cloaked streets

and alleys below one last look. ‘It was 1930 for

Jimm’nnies sakes! Not the dark ages. No time for

superstitions or bed bug scares. She would slink

through the west street block and then turn in.’

She normally didn’t’ don her costume except when

she had a definite event in mind, but it had

been too ‘silent’ to sleep tonight and the moon

too bright. And now that she had finally arrived

at a costume she felt was nearing completion,

she wanted to give it some more street time, to

see if everything was truly in order. To that

ends Radio Girl stepped away from the edge of

the buildings roof and raised one booted foot to

step on a slowly spinning tin vent top and gave her self a quick once over.

The boots were holding out surprisingly well.

She had to travel all the way to the Mexican

border to have them made. They consisted of six

inch stiletto heels with pointed toes that kept

her waltzing on her tip toes at all times. The

white leather boots cinched all the way up her

legs to her knees where they flared out in large

stiff rounded spade points just before her

knees. They were kept tight in place with a line

of milky pearl button hooks, that took forever

to do up, but was worth it in the second skin

feel as she spun and pronked about in them.

Above the boots her bare well shaped and shaved

thighs were revealed all the way up to her

bouncy skirt. The skirt fell to her mid-thigh

and was pleated for comfort of movement. The

material was of a light weight pale lavender and

had a nasty habit of flying up about her tiny

waist given the slightest breeze. For this

reason she wore a simple white silk pair of

panties underneath the oft misbehaving hem. The

skirt was topped with a wide white belt buckled

with a cut out silver lightning bolt lettered ‘R

G’. The upper part of her uniform comprised of

her white cape with silver lightning edging that

fell, on rarest of occasions, to her hem length

plucky behind, and which she had ingeniously

fashioned to drape over her front coming down in

a long ‘v’ shape to fasten into her ‘R G’ belt

buckle. Thus her cape doubled as her top as

well, leaving her no need for such male

domineering suppressive articles of clothing

such as the corset or the new fad, bras. She

relied on her above average ample breasts to

fasten the décolletage into place, though she

had noticed that there was a tendency for a bit

of embarrassing ‘peeking’ at times. On her hands

she wore pale lavender gloves that rode up her

arms to her shoulders. On her young and

beautiful freckled face she wore a simple eye

mask of lavender of stiffened silk that she tied

in place. Over both her ears she wore large

silver disks with little lightning bolt antennae

coming out of the top of each disk. These helped

her much as her power ring did to concentrate

and focus her powers. They also helped to

maximize her powers the same way the ring did,

with out the two silver ear phone head sets, her

concentration was easily distracted by the white

noise of the solar winds. Though at night it

wasn’t as bad as during the day. She had

originally worn a costume of bright red and blue

with thick heavy brown leather gloves and a

large black mask but it had not gone well with

her huge mass of long cascading auburn hair, nor

her freckled chest and arms and it had proved

cumbersome and difficult to be stealthy in, so

she had settled on the current gossamer garment

and its pastel shades. To add finishing touches

she wore lightning bolt dangling ear rings, a

lightning bolt charm necklace, and of course on

top of her right glove on her ring finger, she wore her radio ring of power.

The terrible accident of so many long years ago

that had reduced both her home and her uncle to

a pile of smoldering ashes had left her with the

uncanny ability to harness the very spectrum of

radio waves around her. And though she could tap

into and use some of the normal radio waves

being produced all around her, such energy was

weak and unreliable at best. Instead she tapped

into the enormous secret graviton wave generator

that still pulsed and would go on doing so for a

thousand years that once created the large

amounts of power her uncle had needed for his

giant radio telescope, and which now ran on

buried under the ruble of the collapsed cliff

side where her uncle’s home and telescope had

once dwelled. This eerie belt of spectral energy

fed her powers as long as she wore her uniquely

grown crystal ring and her crystal ear disks

which allowed her to channel these belts of radiating power.

Her uncle had been working on some means to

first ‘see’ with radio beams the far reaches of

space and then to travel via this same beam to

those places in a flash. Radio Girl still wasn’t

sure what had gone wrong in the final

experiments of the Mr. Keeping funded project,

but she had discovered over the recent years how

to begin to harness the vast changes the energy

blast of feed back had soaked her body with on that fateful night so long ago.

This gave her a few limited powers beyond mortal

keen, such as; the ability to channel the energy

waves about her into her ring and use it to fire

a short burst of pure disruptive energy. This

short almost static electrical bolt of energy

took several minutes to re-charge as the

electrons around her crackled into polarity. The

fired charge its self could range from a numbing

jolt to a lethal blast, depending on her

concentration. With out the crystalline ring of

power she couldn’t seem to focus the energy into

a singular entity and it had a habit of leaping

out pell-mell with little to no control to her

will. Still with out the ring she could still

manage to hover for a short time. It wasn’t

flying, but she could raise and lower herself up

to twenty feet in just a few seconds and remain

there for up to five minutes. It proved useful

for accessing or disappearing from roof tops and

with a run and jump sheer momentum of Newtonian

physics could combine with the hovering to cover

several hundred yards providing there was no head wind.

She could also with much concentration hear

conversations that were taking place a great

distance from her. True she needed line of sight

with what ever it was she was trying to

eavesdrop on to make this work, but it had

proved most useful to her. The ring of power and

her ear disk receivers helped her do these

things with less mental exhaustion and allowed

her to increase each powers ability ten fold.

Thus with the ring and her ear disks she could

leap several hundred feet into the air and hover

there for almost an hour. Or she could listen to

conversations at an even greater distance and

could also detect individual energy signatures

around her as one might detect individual sounds

from ones immediate environment. In this way she

could use her ear disks to ‘hear’ shapes of

energy even through walls or at great distance.

And beyond all of this, the great pulsing engine

buried in the collapsed hidden tunnel of the

caved in cliff side so many miles away washed

over her body and healed it rapidly and for

short bursts of tremendous concentrated effort

could grant her moments of great if fleeting strength.

For all these wonderful abilities Radio Girl

found herself hampered by normal radios

themselves. That is, her power seemed to come

best from the great thrumming engine of her

uncles creation that fed and processed the

magnetic poles of the Earth and stars

themselves, man made radio waves and some very

powerful artificial electrical magnetic waves

played havoc with her powers. They might boost

the power she was trying to use or scramble it

to pieces causing it to fizzle out completely.

In the run down slum of the rivers ox bow where

the women’s college and where she called home

was situated this was not much of a problem. But

on the other side of the river or further inland

where the city population spurted into manic

life, it could mean a simple leap and hover off

a building for a gentile gliding descent could

mean a face full of tarmac and death.

With her back turned to the obelisk she felt

more uneasy than when she had her stomach

twisted into knots by mesmerizing at the foul

thing. Against her better judgment Radio Girl

gave the strange stone one more glance over her

shoulder. The quick scowling view caused her to

gasp in amazement, for there just several

hundred yards from her naked gaze strode boldly

several figures whom she recognized at once and

who she had been both actively seeking and

dreading of finding for the past several days. The Secret Sorority!

Radio Girl was momentarily stunned to see them

there before her, and from the four story

building upon which she stood buffeted by the

great swirls of radio waves only she could feel,

they looked almost harmless, almost. But she

knew something of the Secret Sorority from her

investigations over the past few weeks, and she

wasn’t fooled by the almost juvenile innocent

looking costumes the women were wearing as they

crossed the campus common and entered the plaza

of the public library directly below her.

The Secret Sorority had started out innocently

enough, that much is true, but some how it had

become polluted if not out right perverted in a

very short period of time. The core idea had

been brainstormed one night amongst a gaggle of

girls, to do something both about the utter lack

of respect the males were paying them and their

college and the even more disgusting incessant

raids from the boys across the river on their

panties and under garments. The college boys

didn’t seem to think smart ambitious women would

make good house wives and attempts at inviting

their increasing rivals to dances and mutual

fund raiser ideas had been ruined by rude almost

rape like responses. It was as if the boys felt

an utter impunity against prosecution for their

grabbing at the girls bottoms in public or

tearing at their blouses and sweaters. And after

calling the police had only resulted in the

officers threatening to strip search the girls

and spank them with their billy clubs, the girls

had realized the boys at the neighboring college

were right in their lack of fear of legal reprisal for their ruttish behavior.

How she had come by it, or why, or even who

exactly had been the girl thumbing through one

of the pulps the boys liked to read and had

disgustingly showed the others the skimpy

attired super heroines on the pages there in, no

one could say. But it was known to all the

members of the Secret Sorority, who had

excitedly grabbed the pulp comic and flattened

it out upon the carpeted floor nearly spilling

the near lethal concoction of home made

screwdrivers the young ladies were imbibing. She

had been the one who after many interruptions

and blurting false starts convinced the other

girls present that they should take maters into

their own hands and police the campus themselves

to end these mid-night raids and molestations.

When the others pointed out it wouldn’t do any

good, that the boys would just use their

strength to wrestle them down, she beamed and

thrust a freshly polished finger nail at the

scantily clad super heroines in the comic and said, ‘not if we wear these!’

Some how it had made sense, and crazily it

worked, at first. The girls formed their own

Secret Sorority on campus and swore an oath to

punish all rude men. They donned sultry

costumes, at first little more than slightly

altered cheer leader out fits that other more

progressive cities had at co-ed colleges, and

began patrolling the night in small secret

bands. But the out fits got increasingly more

revealing as the patrols of the Secret Sorority

began to range farther and farther off campus,

as the number of panty thieves and peepers and

maulers simply dwindled before their swarming

out of the shadow tactics and their own

increasingly bizarre form of tying up the

captured men and humiliating them by any means

they could invent, before dragging them usually

naked and still tied up to some public area to

await sun light and the laughing ridicule of the general public.

The Secret Sorority was in some ways a victim of

its own success, as the number of males

venturing on to the campus grounds at night with

nefarious intent vanished before their bondage

and humiliation vengeance, the Secret Sorority

found them selves with an addictive heady rush

of their collective empowering actions but no longer anyone to use them upon.

The slim hidden cabal of membership unknown to

almost all others including the other girls on

campus, found themselves venturing out into the

neighboring deserted streets and increasingly

farther a field into the areas where civilized

life picked up again but was edged in rough

crime and horrible harsh conditions. It was

inevitable they would have a run in with the

police and eventually the more organized hard

core criminal elements such as street gangs and wharf roughs.

And it was to this ends, to protect the Secret

Sorority from such an inevitable comeuppance,

that Radio Girl had re-created her recent

persona and ventured forth. But there was more

to it than that, ever since the moon obelisk had

arrived, the Secret Sorority had been acting in

increasingly confusing manners. In fact, as

Radio Girl narrowed her focus and swore she

could ‘see’ the odd bands of energy radiating

out of the moon lit monolith increase as the

Secret Sorority now approached the simple

polished stele, she was certain that the lone

single block of strange dark substance was

indeed some how connected to all the recent

strange exacerbations that had everyone on

campus acting in such a bizarre, well, there was

no other word for it, horny manor!

She her self had felt incredible stirrings of

sexual longings since the obviously phallic

symbol had been spiked into the hart of the

campus, and it was becoming increasingly

apparent that all the other girls around were

beginning to show sings of the same great sexual

strain, but how could a mere stone produce such

a quandary of the recent events, let alone

darkly influence the very base psychology of a

group of bright willful good hearted women such

as the Secret Sorority had definitely been just

a short month ago? Radio Girl was perplexed by

it all and uncertain on how to proceed as the

group wend its way to the base of the twenty foot monument.

Radio Girl had recently destroyed the inner

workings of several small bands of thugs and one

larger ring of labor ‘union’ extortionist and

racketeering group. The long bought out and

intertwined corrupt police had been of little

use and Radio Girl had used her powers alone to

thwart the nocturnal activities in the immediate

area of these local nefarious parasitical

groups. It had been but as a scratch on the

surface of the ugly blemished whole, but she

felt it had done some good and was a fair start

considering her powers were still new and

uneasily untested. But the whole Secret Sorority

thing had thrown her into a confusing racing

heady mix that she knew and felt she wasn’t

ready to tackle yet. Radio Girl had hoped to

locate and create a partnership with one of the

few newspaper reporters or radio journalists

that dared to voice their public out cry against

the rampant corruption choking the city, and

thus armed with a public benefactor be able to

tackle her crime fighting with a more productive

venture than a fist to the face of one thug at a

time but she had been forcibly side tracked by

the increasing exponential daring of the Secret

Sorority and its increasingly mutating behavior.

It was not only a group working right out of her

back yard and drawing increasingly unwanted

attention to the campus where she hid in her

secret identity, but women she laughed and

talked to in class each day were inevitably

drawing closer to some tragedy on the nearing

horizon that she could not fathom and yet could

not shake the oppressive fear of its emanate

approach. Something had to be done, but what?

If Radio Girl could have possibly known what had

already transpired that night or what had been

going on as recent natural course for the Secret

Sorority for the past several nights, she may

have sprung off the building top and revealed

herself then and there in a direct confrontation

with the small gaggle as it now paused and

laughed over its recent antics there in the shadow of the fell stone.

That night the Secret Sorority had roistered

four of its twelve secret members to patrol the

campus common against any male intruders, but as

was increasingly the case a couple of others had

decided to come along for the ‘fun’ and they had

all immediately left the empty grounds and

headed toward the only activity in the area, the

small all night diner and small gas station that

dared to buffer the campus grounds from the thug

riddled wharfs and dive bars just beyond.

On the way they had ‘discovered’ a young man who

was walking along the street with an arm load of

groceries and obviously scurrying to get to one

of the teetering flop house rooms that dotted

the run down area. The girls ‘ambushed’ him and

in his surprised state made quick work of him

with their small night sticks that they carried

slung low at their hips. They stripped his

unconscious body of its clothes and tying him up

pulled him over to a nearby sandwich board. One

of the snarling and laughing girls used her

night stick baton to punch a hole through the

plastered ad on the sign board and two others

struggled to secure him into place. The group

stepped back and surveyed their handy work. The

naked unconscious male had been tied securely

and helplessly to the advertisement board upon

which a large Uncle Sam pointed and said, ‘I

want you’ to join the armed forces. Where the

painted images thrusting finger had been, now

stuck out the wedge through cock of the trussed

up man. The young women laughed almost to tears

and hysterics as they ambled off into the night.

All men were scum and it was their task to put them in to their place.

Upon reaching the gas station three of the girls

decided to enter the establishment while the

other three ventured across the street to the

diner to check it out for any suspicious males.

Inside the gas station, which also housed a

small conveyance store, their was a small group

of old men playing cards and grumbling about the

price of tea in China over in one warmly lit

corner with the proprietor looking over a

shoulder at the game and clicking his false

teeth. They glanced up at the girls as they came

in, but being now use to the odd habits of dress

of the young girls ignored them as the girls

quickly disappeared down the aisles of the small

store. They quickly found more venturesome

entertainment than the boring crabby old geezers

wheezing at the front of the station could

provide them, in the form of a young harried

stock boy who was muscling a trolley of large

feed bags of dog food onto a low shelf. The

devilish grins of the four young women widened

as they pounced up to him. They knew him to be

dumb as a box of rocks and harmless, but he was

a man, young and virile, and though a shy virgin

he was also oozing with hard muscled sexual

allure, and thus needing to reminded of his

subservient place in the order of things.

The young man glanced up blinking and his mouth

fell slack as he gawked and stared, no matter

how many times he had seen these women late at

night in their strange college dress, he found

them confusing and stunning creatures that made

him feel strange and nervous. The four girls

snaked around him, each wearing a slightly

individualized version of a similar manner of

dress which consisted of the shortest skirt he

had ever seen on a woman. It fell to above their

knees displaying their long smooth legs, and the

small socks and sneakers they all wore. They

wore sleeveless sweaters that had plunging neck

lines and some of them wore them untucked of

their waist bands and scrunched up so you could

see their smooth bellies! But most strange of

all, they all wore similar masks that covered

their upper faces! Some wore gloves, some did

not. All of them wore an ‘S.S.’ logo embroidered

upon their right breast of their tight sweaters.

It was a strange sight to him when he saw them,

though he noticed most of the others in the

store had simply accepted their new neighbors

strange habits and the money they brought in to their businesses.

Three of the girls pretended to be absorbed in

looking at various items upon the nearly bare

shelves, the store owner had taken to stocking

things that the young women wanted, and so there

was an array of feminine items that he and the

other men found most confusing but which their

wives had suggested they should now carry. They

sold well and so he ignored it as was his way in

life, and welcomed the new income. The fourth

girl began to shimmy and shake and purr at the

young confused man. The other girls quickly

surrounded him and followed her lead as they

teased and cooed at him with inane questions and

sexual innuendoes that he failed to grasp much

to their hyena delight. In the end, one girl

asked him to carry one of the large bags of dog

food out to her car. The young man dutifully

complied, and as he held the large bag cradled

in his arms, the girls continued to rub up

against him and hum sonorous words into his

reddened ears. Deciding the moment right, one

venturesome lass shot her hand into his

coveralls and fished out the young lads thick

engorged penis, and surrounded by the young

coltish herd, the flustered young man let him

self be lead through the store and out into the

street carrying the large bag of dog food, his

face scarlet, drawn on by the firm irresistible

tug upon his cock. The girl instructed him to

throw the bag of dog food into the bed of a near

by truck and with some air kisses the girls left

the man standing there in the middle of the

street with his throbbing penis sticking out as

the girls burst out laughing and spilled into

the other three who had just left the all night

rail car converted diner with free lollipops for

all and the trousers of the late night cook and

dish washer in their hands. One could just make

out the two wide mouthed diner male co-workers

feebly peaking out from behind the trash

dumpster of the diners parking lot and the

chrome, steel, and glass diner that adjoined it,

where through the large wall of glass a large

drunk woman in eerie pantomime impatiently

banged on a little silver desk bell on the bar

stool counter, bellowing for service! The girls

poured into the night laughing and reeling on

the drunken bliss of their empowerment. Tossing

the pants high over the telephone and power

lines above, and spilling out into the shadows for more wicked fun.

It was several hours latter and a half dozen

more similar incidents of ‘putting all males

into their rightful place’ before the small

group of costumed women had decided to call it a

night and return to the campus. Unnoticed to

them, it had become almost a ritual of habit to

finish out an evenings patrol by gathering at

the base of the new obelisk and ruminating over

the recent nights events before dispersing back

surreptitiously to their individual rooms or

shared common rooms depending upon the girls individual situation.

They did so now and scattered about sitting or

leaning at the base of the structure they now

happily shared their observations and

accomplishments of the evenings collective

activities. The water cooler moment was one of

lots of laughing and giggles as each added some

delicious aspect the other had missed or was

sweetened by their retelling. This night had

been especially sweet in that they had had their

very first run in with the police, and it had

ended deliciously! With the patrol officer naked

and handcuffed to the door of his own patrol car!

Above them Radio Girl was listening from sever

hundred yards away, but the obelisk seemed to be

emitting some kind of interference and she was

only picking up bits and pieces of the

conversation. Radio Girl pressed a gloved finger

tip to her right silver ear disk and tried to

focus her conversation, but it was no good. The

obelisk seemed to be increasing its weird energy

signal even as the girls crowded about it. As if

it were opening an umbrella a pocket or aura of

strange dark frequencies about the young women, engulfing them!

To Radio Girl it seemed as if the obelisk were

some how leaking an oily shadow upon the

invisible spectrums. It ‘appeared’ to her as a

growing bruise, a blue black shadow, a

thickening gelatinous mold upon the normal

rusted fuzzy yellow red of the invisible

spectrum, and it gave her shivers of uneasy

disgust. She watched it now encompassing the

girls, swallowing them, and rendering them as

clouded to her radio sight as the shadowed night

rendered them opaque to her visible perception.

Still she paused. Radio Girl felt herself more

of a saboteur to the criminal activities of the

city, gathering by stealth and guile and

remaining as unseen as possible, than as a two

fisted spotlight posing super hero.

As far as she knew, she had only been seen twice

in her costume, and that had been in one of her

previous costumes at that, and in each case the

moment had demanded her direct interaction. In

both cases the individuals had ended up in jail

at the end of it all; small fish at that, the

larger bosses still remained in operation,

though discomforted by her actions. The idea of

going down there and revealing herself to these

women had her hesitant, or in truth perhaps it

was the obelisk its self that seemed at night to

work almost as a physical threat or wall to her approach?

In either case she was now certain that the

large polished stone and the Secret Sorority

were in a symbolic relationship, though she

doubted the girls were of a conscious nature of

this strange partnership. Still, it seemed best

not to approach the two when they were entwined,

or the girls themselves when they were together

in a group and at their strongest to lean toward

physical action. Radio Girl had no desire to

hurt these when who may very well turn out to be

friends of her in the daylight class rooms. It

might be best to approach one lone girl after

they split up and headed back to their dorm rooms.

But her again she found herself in a quandary.

For Radio Girl was certain that none of the

members of the Secret Sorority would respond to

a direct threat to abandon their actions and

disband their group with anything but counter

productive resistance and defiance, after all

these were women of an extraordinary caliber not

mere men! It would be best to find out the

identity of as many of the Secret Sorority

members as she could and try to undermine their

cohesion by subterfuge and psychology. But Radio

Girl understood that it wouldn’t be long before

the actions of the Secret Sorority brought

themselves into physical danger or the

authorities to the very door where she was hiding.

And there was the stone its self, there was no

denying it was some how becoming stronger! And

that its influence was of a malicious nature not

only to the seemingly oblivious Secret Sorority,

but to the entire campus as well. That the

monolith seemed to some how emit a subliminal

sexual warping and increasing of manifold

desires both appalled and excited Radio Girl.

Radio Girl’s own powers were greatly enhanced by

her crystal ring and ear disks, so she could

appreciate and be curious as to the workings of

the obelisk. In addition the now buried chamber

housing the great graviton wave generator that

once powered her uncle’s destroyed house and

make shift labs still issued its great pulse of

power waves upon which, since the accident, her

body now seemed to feed upon and thrive, so she

could both conceive of this strange stone

emitting some similar kind of ancient power of

influencing force and be aroused in her natural

scientific curiosity of its origin, workings, and construction.

And yet still, she knew time was not on her

side. That speedy action was called for and this

was something her methodical scientific

upbringing did not prepare her for. It might

take weeks of leaving notes and placing their

hidden costumes on hangers on door knobs of dorm

rooms before the little cabal began to fracture

and split, and this she simply did not seem to

have the luxury of having. It wouldn’t be long

once the Secret Sororities became known to the

all male government and its all male policing

force before they lost patience with the ‘cute

little girls club’ and showed up to shut it and

perhaps even the entire college down!

With a feeling of dread and emanate danger,

Radio Girl stepped off of the four story

building’s roof and into the skin of the night.

The very air about her began to crackle and hum

as her auburn hair rose up about her as she

slowly glided down to the dark sward below. She

loved the way the energy tingled and tickled her

skin as it flowed around her, the usual ant like

crawling of the air upon her when she was

wearing her ring and ear disks but not using her

power, evaporated into a long liquid meld of

warm throbbing power as she concentrated her

will over the shifting tides of force. Her ruby

lips parted and a wet sigh escaped her despite

her best efforts, still new to her powers, the

sexual arousal their use caused her always

evoked in her an initial thrilling surprise

despite her very best steadying expectations and

she smiled as her nipples hardened under her capes now static charged top.

To the laughing lounging Secret Sorority lying

and sitting sprawled out at the base of the

obelisk and its broad bench like support steps,

the arrival of the figure out of the long heavy

shadows cast by the full moon’s bright silvered

light and the thick buildings and trees nestled

in the marble tile of the plaza common, that

untwisted its self from the motley dark and

sauntered in a full hip sway up to stop its

stride at the bottom step of their congenial

perch, seemed all together an apparition of the

most surreal nature. The reactions were mixed

and ranged from a disdainful mock ignoring by

one to a sneering contempt by another to an

angry malice at such an intrusion from still

another and even fright by one who found their

something menacing and unsettling in seeing a

woman shedding the dark night and standing so

boldly against them. The general unspoken

conscientious seemed to be that here was some

fellow student who wished to join their ranks

and had thus appareled herself to the task to

show her willingness and desire. That their

founder and de-facto leader, the girl who had

originally came up with the idea and had taken

on the role by impetuous of energy and motion

and proxy, was not present on this nights

sojourn, left any such aspect of such a decision

making process impossible to begin. As such

there was nothing the little clique could do but

put the would be applicant through some pecking order paces.

The girl who sat the highest on the incline

steps, in fact sat with her very back against

the obelisk its self, was the first to address

the silver silent figure who stood spread leg

and defiant before them. She had always been the

biggest risk taker and dressed in the skimpiest

of costumes. Her skirt was always an inch or two

shorter than the other girls and she had

recently began to venture out without wearing

any panties! But now before her was a woman

wearing a far more revealing costume than she

had ever conceived of and her voice betrayed her

anger at this. “What do we have here?” The

figure ignored her and the giggles of the other

girls died down to a tense silence. It was

suddenly obvious that this costumed woman had no

intention of joining their ranks and thus her

appearance was not only unwelcome but an

aggressive intrusion. Small gloved hands

silently slid to their night sticks perched in

the shadows of full round hips and slipped them from their thong moorings.

“You will disband your group at once.” The voice

was not loud but it was firm and snapped with authority and power.

“What?!” One of the girls half spit a confused

short laugh. None of them had ever met with any

vocal resistance before, they had either

attacked the lone males from the shadows in a

club swinging swarm or else enticed them into a

sexual stupor, no one had ever just stood their

and defied them! It just wasn’t done!

“You will find your bruised and battered ass

tied bent over a park bench in, ‘rapist park’ as

free offering to any and all perverts before

another hour passes.” The girl at the top said

slowly and with even unemotional menace. It was

a very serious threat, as ‘rapist park’ as every

woman in the city knew was an abandoned section

of river forest parkland that not even the

police or homeless dared to venture during the

day time let alone at night. It set the mood for

the rest of the girls now rising up slowly from

their slouching postures into more coiled and

ready stances of feigned indifferent ease. Would

the girl back down and just get a beating and

humiliation, or would she flee and be chased, or

would she dare to oppose them and end up beaten

and dragged to the near by infamous ‘rapist

park’ to be left at the mercy of merciless males

who would sodimized her for days with out let up?

“Then I will disband you by force.” The figure

still did not move, though her out fit seemed to

rustle and flounce despite there being little

wind in the obelisk’s shadow. The response was

unexpected by most of the girls present and it

froze further action to many, who now perplexed

had expected further conversation as now their

curiosity was peaked by the stranger in their midst.

It did not happen that way though, as the girl

at the top step came down at a rush at the lone

figure, her attack being some what broadcast by

her having to look at her feet in the dark

shadow of her descent and her having to come

down the steps at a some what side ways gait to

keep from stumbling down the incline. But still

the figure before them didn’t seem entirely sure

how to respond to a direct physical assault and

shifted in her stance from one leg to another

and then as the Secret Sorority girl made the

firmer purchase of the tiled court yard and

sprang forward at increased speed, the lone

figure suddenly adopted a semi-squatting pose

and raised her gloved arm and braced it at its

elbow with her other gloved hand, and a sudden

almost invisible shimmer of loud crackling

energy hammered into the attacking Secret

Sorority girl. The force of the beam knocked the

girl back several feet and had her closed eyed

rolling to a sitting position half stunned and holding her head.

Radio Girl was tasting the copper acid back wash

of the ring of powers discharge in every cell of

her body and her small flared nostrils breathed

deep the slightly cloying scent of the static

discharges residue. The action had stripped the

air around her for several feet of their

polarization and it would take several minutes

before her ring could fire again, or several

seconds before she could summon enough energy to

fly/leap or use any of her other powers. If she

ran from the area to a ‘fresher’ spot the ring

would re-charge much faster, but it was hard to

focus and run at the same time. She still needed

a lot more experience and practice with using

her powers, and this wasn’t exactly how she had

imagined that experience to be gained.

While Radio Girl had not strode out of the

shadows with anything resembling a plan, she

still had assumed that her action now at

incapacitating what she ventured was the groups

leader, would cause the other members to pause

if not out right flee. After all she possessed

true super heroine powers while the Secret

Sorority members were just a bunch of school

girls in costumes. The display of such powers

would certainly cause the remaining girls to do

a major re-think of their current situation.

This however, was not what occurred, instead the

remaining girls swarmed at Radio Girl with clubs

raised. True some had already been in a head

long rush before she had squeezed off her static

bolt, but the others had leapt to the occasion

with out anything barring on hesitation or second thoughts of doubt.

Radio Girl had nothing resembling combat

training, though she was definitely going to add

it to her itinerary immediately if she some how

managed to survive this night! And while the

Secret Sorority also lacked any formal training

in the martial arts as well, they did have

several weeks of hands on practical training in

the use of their clubs and tactics that should

not be underestimated. For example, the girls

knew that the most telling blows were to the

head and stomach, not the groin of a man. And

that in a swarming attack, the front attacker

would strike at these two targets with much

vehemence. While the two side attackers would

strike at the elbows and knees of the victim.

Such strikes to the elbows would cause the man

to throw weak open hand slaps rather than

punches with his now numb arms and a strike to a

knee cap usually resulted in a quick pitch to

the ground. The attacker from behind would

usually get in the blow to the back of the head

that would stun the man, but failing that she

would step into the back of his knee and drive

him straight to the ground with little to no

effort, or she would kick at the bottom of his

foot if her were stepping away, this would cause

him to stumble or fall out right to the ground.

These simple crude tactics had been rapidly

discovered and honed to a quick and formable

success in all cases thus far encountered. And

there seemed little doubt to any of them that they would rapidly succeed now.

Radio Girl met the head long charge of the

remaining Secret Sorority ‘rush party’ with

adrenaline buzzing fear and desperation. The

great graviton generator may take a few minutes

to re-charge her ring, but it gave her body a

constant blanket of empowering energy as long as

she could focus its presences about her. The

energies rippling around and through her gave

her an increased strength and an increased

natural healing ability. Blows that would have

shivered and stun a three hundred pound dock

worker simply shot stars through her wincing

eyes and shook her knees but a little!

Still the full furry of the attack was

threatening to over whelm her and carry her to

the ground by sure momentum of force if she let

it come to her in such a way. Instead she tossed

and pitched one rushing girl after the other

like a rock throwing waves off its back. Had the

girls arrived in one mass she would have

certainly been done for, but as it was they hit

her on their own individual pacing strides,

smashing into her piece meal and with out unity

of action. The first attack wave thus was

scattered about her with little damage done to

her gasping for breath form, but in her own

inexperience Radio Girl had scattered her

attackers about her using their own momentum as

leverage and not redirecting them into a single

location. As such she had surrounded her self

with a wolf pack of enemies who would now attack her from all angles.

The situation seemed grim, as she felt the

crackling of energies of her power ring filling

back up again. She raised the half charged ring

at the largest of the group and fired. The beam

exploded in the air about her and knocked her

reeling to the earth. Through squinted blurry

eyes, Radio Girl looked over her quaking

shoulder at where she sensed the intervening

force had stopped her ring from hitting its

target. There upon the steps of the obelisk was

the Secret Sorority member Radio Girl had

knocked down with her first ring blast. The

young woman now stood with her hand up raised

and pointing at Radio Girl, black and purple

smoke still steamed off of it, and below her

milky white dilated eyes an evil grin slavered forth.

“Bind her and bring her to me,” the girl now

said, but the voice that boomed forth was no longer her own!

MAKE SURE TO DIAL IN FOR THE EXCITING SECOND

INSTALLMENT OF THE RADIO GIRL AND THE SECRET

SORORITY SERIAL; “THE GLASS BOX” COMING SOON!!!!