The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares all original elements here in contained to be works of public domain. Free of use in whole or in part by any and all in any and all medium. Rook

Author’s note: The world is a bit dark and gloomy of late, so I have tried to zap up some quick light hearted stories or stories with silly elements focused into them that still have a real world edge to them, not sure if any of them turned out though. This one for example is a super heroine with a funny but visually interesting power. Hope you like it.

Kimberly Lay Mi Wang set down the slightly sticky heavy lead crystal shot glass amidst the excited cheering throng of men blustering about the small round table and shot a blurry sidelong glance over to where a group of three young college men had just entered the Super Heroine XXX Strip Club and hovered uneasily at the door. Alexis, the long limbed blonde raced up to them in a drunken hurricane of giggles and jiggles, her lime green jello shot absently clutched in one small leather gloved hand threatening to titer out of its small plastic container in equal time to her leaping bosom straining against a single snap buttoned cowgirl vest top. She giggled out a ‘hi’ and exaggerated a head and back arching tossing motion as she threw her upper body backwards and slid down the quivering shot into her open egger wet lipped mouth, the six eyes trapped before her froze on the shinny oversized sheriffs badge pinned to the threatening to burst deep cleavage lapel and gazed in hypnotic wonder as the unsteady tottering blonde shimmied before them. Alexis did the blonde air head act better than anyone and she bumped and fell into the small groups collective arms as she wooed and yelped with glee in welcoming the three young men to the loud party. Kimberly watched expectantly as Alexis did her bit of drunken smiles and winks and hugs and whispered if anyone of them had a ‘gun’ she could barrow to fit her empty holster and showed them the enormous empty toy novelty holster with its large belt buckle with the raised image of a silhouette of a woman riding the back of a man on all fours with the legend ‘born to buck’ stamped around its edge clasped under her small indented lower stomach around to her round full hips where chaps and fringed camel toe biting micro Guernsey cow hide pattern bikini bottom fought for their undivided attention from her full chest and big blue eyes just long enough for her joke to hammer home the smiles on all four of their blushing faces as she lead the three young men into warm faced snickers and giggles.

There it was! Kimberly narrowed her eyes to make out the sudden sign Alexis was flashing above the young men’s heads, one by one, so discreetly and so artistically fast that only the other dancers in the crowded room took note of it. Kimberly watched with a slight thrill of anticipation, like all the other dancers in the crowded strip club she was a member of the Tuggies and well versed in their secret signs and double speak. Every time a new guy entered the club one of the dancers would immediately rush up to meet them and without them even being aware of it, give them an expert grope and them having measured them up, flash a hand sign to all the other dancers in the room to fill them in on the ‘hidden’ vital statistics.

If it was less than ten inches and thin, then the dancer would wiggle her pinkie finger above his head or shoulder. Less than ten but with some meat on the bone, and she would extend the pinkie and not wiggle it. Anything under ten inches was called a ‘pennie.’ Ten to fifteen would get a fore finger raised, ten to fifteen and thin and it would be wiggling. Fifteen to twenty got a forefinger and index finger raised together, and if it was ‘P.D.’ ie; ‘pencil dick - long but thin’ the two fingers would be wiggled rapidly. Anything over twenty inches got a thumbs up and if it was big but lacking in girth it got a thumbs up that was rotated in a circle. Anything over twenty five would get a fist flashed above the man’s head. If it was long but lacking girth it would get a fist with the thumb pinched between the forefinger and middle finger. Regardless any fist flash would also get just about every woman in the bar racing over to say ‘hello’ and start working on getting that rare rod into her panties!! (In fact, any cock over twenty five inches was commonly referred to as a ‘panty drop cock’!) Hell, tonight even just a thumb would send the entire room of some fifteen Tuggie dancers into panty drop mode! The full small club room of forty men crowded around smoky round tables elbow to elbow in the red and blue glare of the colored spot lights didn’t have even so much as a forefinger and index finger fifteen to twenty incher in the whole loser bunch.

The hour was getting late and all the super heroine costumed stripers in the club looked anxiously at Alexis’s hand as it darted up from mussing up the short hair of the GQ young stud on the right of the group of three; a wiggling pinkie, a pennie. You could almost hear the collective subtle sigh of disappointment from the dancers as this had been the most physically handsome man to have entered the club that night thus far. Alexis raised her flared wrist gauntlet open back gloved hand off the shoulder of the middle young man in the group, a some what plump fellow with an easily blushing face; a single fore finger lifted up and fell, followed quickly by Alexis’s hand making a pumping fist. A ‘throbber’! Well, at least that was something. A ‘throbber’ was a cock that pulsed exaggeratedly in time with the pumping of the hart, giving any sized penis an extra double shimmy that was always an extra fringe benefit to pleasing a young girls pussy. Alexis slid behind the last of the three and with a big smile whispered into his ear a giggle as she flashed a forefinger and index finger straight up next to his neck tangling them into the chestnut long hair matted by his coat collar. Three girls got up immediately and headed straight for him. A ‘wonder woman’, a ‘cheetah’, and one of the four ‘super girls’ working that night.

Charmin, dressed for this set as some kind of wood elf/poison ivy character, slowly sauntered up to the handsome young GQ boy and snuggled into his arms pulling him away from the other two to a separate table of her own. Charmin was in reality a powerful CEO of a nearby city insurance corporation and always wore an eye mask regardless of her costume in order to hide her identity from the males who frequented the club on the off hand chance one of them might recognize her. Considering her ample bosom always on promenade display and her slim waist and full taught sultry hips, it was doubtful any man ever looked for long at her face, despite it’s hypnotic beauty. Size didn’t matter much to Charmin, she liked to simply dominate enslave and abuse her men, that is what lead her to her twisted orgasms. In three days time she would have this one chained under her desk and his neck harness secured to her special clip belt. Eating her pussy for hours on end while she conference called with the presidents of far away countries. As such she knew better than to claim any of the more decent sized cocks that came wandering through the night club door, less she upset the Tuggies for wasting good potential pole meat.

Kimberly (not her real name of course) got up somewhat unsteadily from the crowded table of loud men and waved a yellow shiny vinyl seriated elbow length gloved hand good-bye to their chorus of pleading bleating whines trying to convince her to stay with them for another round. Kimberly always wore some variation of a Bat Girl costume as when she had started her erratic occasional drop-ins to dance for tip pocket money at the Super Heroine XXX Strip Club four weeks ago, the female bar tender announcer had immediately introduced her as, ‘the Busty Asian Teen’, and all the other dancers had instantly started calling her ‘B.A.T.’s’ for short. It had caught on with the regulars and so she just assumed the mantle of the resident ‘bat girl’ persona.

She now weaved her way back to the performers dressing room, which was located behind the bar and next to the bouncers station (that being tonight two shield maidens who gave her a firm nod of acknowledgment as she lifted up the hinged mirrored glass bar top that spanned a short gap in the wrap around counter and slipped past it), and clumsily opened the plastic faux ice covered heavy oak door which blended in so well with the fortress of solitude motif of the bar which somehow still managed to complement the bat cave look of the actual main dance stage directly across from it. The door didn’t open straight into the dancers changing rooms but into a short blurry hallway with several doorless storage rooms full of cases of booze off to either side and a steel door fire exit crouching morosely in a niche amongst them, before reaching the metal door with its number key code lock standing alertly at the termination of the hallways blunt length. She managed to type in the three digit number code and the door lock clicked open and she pulled it wide with a mint tasting belching grunt. The room beyond was some what out of place with the proceeding shabbiness of the hallway and storage rooms leading to it. The Tuggies took care of their own and the bright open clean well furnished dressing room beyond reflected that.

Kimberly entered the changing room the heavy door clicking shut behind her and rapidly moved past its rows of lockers and mirrored make-up tables snatching up her gym bag off a thickly padded chair with a wobbly heaving lurch to land its broad strap upon her small shoulder. Striding around the slightly curving room to it’s only other door, a large serious looking metal concoction of brooding steel and no-nonsense scanner ID pad set in its center. She spent an exasperating eye rolling moment struggling to pull off her stubborn slippery right glove and placed her small long fingered hand upon the scanner pad. It hummed to life while she waited for the small red light above it to turn to green, she frowned and bit her lip. It took longer every time she used one of the palm scanners because it was not only checking her hand prints, but it was also doing a simple DNA scan of her skin. She was an Aphrodite gene woman, making her a rare one out a hundred thousand women of such in the world. But her Aphrodite gene was still dormant and had been since it had been discovered in her by the Tuggies almost a decade ago, and nothing she nor the Tuggies did to trigger it into awakening seemed to work. It was beginning to become something of a psychological hang-up to her of late. She could almost perceive the long drawn out expectation of the Tuggies turn into a stale withered up unspoken annoyance.

The Tuggies sought out and gathered to them all the dormant Aphrodite gene girls they could find at the youngest age possible and then offered them a no-strings attached shower of gifts and privileges and support for the rest of their lives in exchange for the silent hope that if and when the gene awoke and a full fledge super heroine emerged she would remember her ‘friends’ and lend the occasional gauntlet of support in times of need.

The Tuggies were much more complex than that though, on the public surface they hid behind a portfolio of companies. Where they supported and funded and implemented countless charities and legal services and support groups for young women around the world. Grants, scholarships, schools, hospitals, housing projects, even ‘green friendly’ global clean-ups and weaponless task force peace keepers. You name it, if it was positive and impacted upon females, the Tuggies were throwing money at it or lobbying for it or researching to solve it or sending women specialists to go and build it or fix it. But underneath this dynamic hidden maze of public works, there was the centuries old bed rock of the Tuggies muddy history of struggle for power in a mans world and the generations of fear those men felt if the Tuggies should actually achieve it; fears grounded in not so subtle acts such as the Tuggies who aggressively sought out Aphrodite gene young girls and tried to bring them into their lose web fold. The Tuggies who spent millions a year on Aphrodite gene research. The Tuggies who also aggressively sought out the male equivalent of the Aphrodite gene, called the Adonis gene in young males and did all they could in the meld of their enormous power to take control of those for their various uses. It was the Tuggies who first successfully mapped the Aphrodite gene, that complex overlay of several component genes that could be found in but one of a hundred thousand women, which then had to be ‘triggered’ by natural growth or outside event to cause the genes to ‘connect’ fuse meld and awaken the sleeping powers of the super heroine within. It was the Tuggies who found the same exact gene combination in males with super powers, this Adonis gene, and they that found that the sperm of such males could be used in some cases to trigger the awakening Aphrodite gene slumbering in those smattering of special females. Thus they sought out the Adonis males to make use of them as milking bulls to grow their young super heroine offspring.

This and the simple brutal fact that once triggered, the Aphrodite super heroine found herself instantly over whelmed by the super heightened overload of her senses, including an almost insane insatiable need for sexual fulfillment which only constant large cock sex seemed to provide, meant that it was the shadowy Tuggies who alone could understand and discretely provide this ‘service’ , were feared and despised by all males in positions of power. Numerous were the governments who had generated special task forces for no other purpose than to monitor and surreptitiously destroy all Tuggie enclaves. Being a Tuggie whatever open ended definition each girl gave that notion or idea, was a mixed bag affair indeed. And every day it seemed to get harder to have the freedom to do so with an off the street caviler air as one would ultimately desire. Even as the Tuggies grew more successful in their attempts to gain controlling power in the nations of the world, those self same male dominated governments responded with increasingly knee jerk reactions of flash point spurious hate.

The scanner finally chimed and the light turned green. A hidden door to the far left of the large steel false door (that lead only into a small cash room) slid silently open and Kimberly walked through it. She stopped inside the secret small metal non-cash room niche and waited for the door to slide closed. There was a momentary delay as more sensors invisibly read over her and then a new seamless door slid open to her right and she stepped through it.

Kimberly found herself now in a well lit hallway made of tiled surfaces that hid cameras and non-lethal security devices. Several blind steel doors lined the hallway as she sauntered rapidly past them. It always put her in a sullen mood when she had to use one of the many palm print locks. Once they scanned her and recognized her there was always that long droning delay as it did the additional DNA scan. Obviously she would be the first one to know when her gene would awaken, she didn’t need the constant check-ups of the Tuggies to remind her of its failure to do its thing!

Every since the China branch of the Tuggies had found her in her little back water province showing all the outward signs of an Aphrodite gene girl; taller, more physically stronger, and more beautiful and agile than any of her peers, and more rapidly sexually developing (she had been a D-cup before her twelfth birthday!) the Tuggies had done a full series of medical tests on her and all the other women in her village. They had found the sleeping components of the gene nestled inside her and had whisked her off to a luxurious life in Hong Kong. When the British handed that over back to the Chinese government who had a secret on going eradication project of their own against not only all Tuggies but all Aphrodite gene women as well, that was far more aggressive and lethal than any other nation, the Tuggies had smuggled her over to Taiwan and then six months latter to Japan. In Japan she got increasingly in trouble with the Japanese ‘Toy Boys’ those androgynous young males dressed like characters out of Final Fantasy animated films and video games who lounged about the dark neon wet streets of Tokyo by the thousands earning a keep by being the pampered sex toys of bored house wives and clicks of young high school girls as well as several paunchy balding male CEOs. Kimberly had gone through most of her early teens with several dozen Toy Boys sandwiched between her legs every night! It had brought the suspicious ire of the Japanese shadow governments own anti-Aphrodite programs full into the face of the anxious Tuggies there and on her sixteenth birthday the Tuggies had sent her to their French branch.

There, no matter how many quarts of precious priceless Adonis spunk she quaffed nor how many enormous cocks she greedily devoured into her snatch (all the most sure fire methods to trigger an Aphrodite gene in a woman into blossoming) nothing set off the alarm clock within her and her gene went on passively slumbering. It was frustrating to both her and the Tuggie hierarch, but there were several cases of women whose gene just never awoke, and with each passing year it seemed that such was the case with her as well.

Still, almost the entire Tuggie group was made out of non-Aphrodite gene women and her presence was always welcome and encouraged. There was rumors that she was being groomed for induction into the higher secluded upper realms of the organization, but her wild ways and arrogant strong willfulness (one of the tell tale manifestations of the Aphrodite genes presence) made this somewhat doubtful as it required an almost invisible disciplined low key lifestyle to wield the groups collective higher powers.

On her eighteenth birthday she had requested a chance to move to the United States and the Tuggies, always obliging, had footed the entire cost and took care of all the details. Now here she was, in the New York Tuggie branches main Long Island buildings. A full fledge United States resident citizen for over a month now, learning more and more about the city and its peculiar people. Her Aphrodite gene may not have melded into the much sought after super powers of increased ten fold strength and healing and additional much wondered at unique powers, but the passive prescience of the incomplete gene substructure had still given her all these things in abate a lesser form. She was much stronger than any man twice her size, a small cut would clot and heal in seconds, large bruises vanished in minutes, and she had never had a cold or the flue. Her endurance both physical in actions such as running and in enduring cold or heat was notably far above average. Her hearing and sight and sense of smell and touch were all well above the Bell Curve, but so was her increased sexual appetites and lusts. She may not have the insatiable needs of constant cravings of a full blown Aphrodite super woman but she had a deep willful hunger none the less! The hunger of the Aphrodite gene was simple enough to understand. The whole purpose of the gene was to reproduce and create more Aphrodite women. Hence the increased need to procreate inherent in all such women. More than just the heightened senses of awareness overloading the brain with sensual input and the super hormones boiling the body with lust, the very gene its self was doing all it could to push the buttons for procreation.

The overwhelming inherent problem with all of this lay in the mixed blessing or curse that an awakened Aphrodite gene woman could not readily conceive from a non-Adonis male. It wasn’t just a mater of the risk of castration and cock amputation that any normal male risked inside of an out of control Aphrodite super heroine climaxing and her pussy shudders of orgasm shredding her willful control over her super strengths vise like muscles of her vagina, the eggs simply wouldn’t accept the sperm of normal males except in the rarest of circumstances. Oddly enough, this same strange twist of hormonal soup that rendered all normal male spunk impotent made almost all other alien or plant sperm highly potent! That an Aphrodite could only be impregnated by her male genetic counterpart of the humane species, an Adonis awakened male, was made all the more cruel by those self same Adonis males being rendered almost utterly uninterested in sex as a whole by the awakening of their own gene within them. There was the Adonis male, with some of the largest cocks on Earth, capable of absorbing the natural punishment of an Aphrodite female in the uninhibited sexual throws of her natural rapid tier increasing multiple orgasmic state, with the endurance to keep up with her, the stamina, the strength, the power to manage her needs and pleasure her, and it hung there like a limp noodle! The Adonis gene rendered all super heroes psychologically immune to lust and desire, in direct proportion to the way it over heated their female counter parts of the Aphrodite gene. It also retarded the physical ability of the Adonis male to achieve a functioning erection as well. Adonis sperm was rare and could bring about thirty to forty thousand dollars an ounce or many times more than that depending on the location of the buyer in the world market, and here she was gulping the sweet honey like nectar tasting giddy buzz inducing stuff on a monthly basis for the past decade in a Tuggie vain hope of triggering her regressive gene.

She rounded another corner of the singular zigzagging hallway and paused before a large glass wall. Beyond its silent two way mirror lay a room of four to five thousand sweaty laughing extremely horny women swilling and spilling on their clothes free champagne and fondling, groping, grabbing, tugging, jerking, kissing, sucking, and yes even fucking the over sized cocks of over fifty naked male stripers who passively allowed them to do anything they wished amidst the flashing strobe lights and pounding music that mutely thrummed the pane of unbreakable glass.

Kimberly paused before the two way mirror and let the gym bag slide off her shoulder to thud still upon the immaculate tiled floor. She began to remove her other glove and her cowl and place them into the bag as she absently watched the women of New York enjoy themselves on well trained obedient Tuggie cock. The smallest meat pole in the room was a stout thick sixteen incher and most were respectable twenty plus thick cock meat being yanked this way and that amongst the boisterous throng. These thousands of women packed into the large octagon black walled red tapestry male ‘secret’ strip club ranging in age from early teens to their late fifties guzzled and gawked and gulped the free cocktails and cocks prolific about them. All unknowingly paid for by the few hundred men who slinked into the strip club above paying twenty dollar covers and five dollar bottles of beer only to creep away penniless and blankly confused drunken smiles frozen on their dull faces with nothing but a look but don’t touch gander at young firm tits and ass and maybe a peck on the cheek to show for it all and to do it all over again come next payday. Kimberly had to smirk at that, her gym bag was full of crumpled up wads of twenties, probably five grand in tips in just six hours of dancing and a flat muscular stomach and head full of free shots bought for her by horny men willing to do anything to get her to sit at their table and hear them tell lame stories about themselves. How many of those men would cringe home desperately rubbing at a lipstick stain she had purposely and discretely put on his collar in mortal fear of his wife’s reaction, that same wife who was even now slamming a delicious twenty three inch cock down her throat! HA! She had to laugh at that one.

Kimberly wiggled out of her Bat Girl top and cape. But she kept on the excessively short bright yellow vinyl miniskirt whose pleated folds did not quit cover up the sequined purple panties underneath. She also kept on her thigh high school bus yellow vinyl stiletto heeled boots. They were a bugger to take off and she didn’t want to have to deal with them despite the comfy Coverse old tennis shoes she had nestled some where in her rumpled black gym bag. She paused, the panties would have to go, they were soaking wet and decidedly uncomfortable. She was having one of her ‘horny’ days, thank you Aphrodite gene, and the panties slid and tugged off over her full round hips and rolled down her creamy milky thighs with a decidedly embarrassing wet slurping sound. She blushed slightly at that and daubed quickly at the long strands of warm pussy juice that connected her throbbing crotch with her slimed panties and threw the damp purple ball into the gaping maw of the bag after untangling it off one of her unsteady boot heels that caught a spangled thong strap as she teetered like a flamingo on one leg in removing them. She lifted the hem of her plastic crinkling sounding miniskirt, noting that she didn’t have to lift it very far! And patted at the wet glistening pouting mound of soft flesh and curly raven black hair there. She had never shaved nor trimmed her pubic hair in her life and she couldn’t begin to fathom the obsessive compulsion the American girls attacked their groins with everyday with razors and wax and hair remover lotions? None of the hundreds of women she had roomed with or enjoyed as lovers in China, the English girls in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, France, or even the Swedish and Ukraine women had trimmed their beavers with such furious attention as these American birds did. It was bloody strange!

She knelt down in the silent empty hallway and dug into the bag. She would need a top. She pulled out a plastic bag with her street clothes in it and opened the slider and the reeking aroma of vodka and stale orange juice slapped her nostrils. Ugh! Some a-hole had up ended his drink all over her ‘hello kitty’ t-shirt and pink four hundred dollar distressed jeans as soon as she had walked in off the street into the strip club. She had one of the shield maidens throw out the loser, who had nicely managed in the process to slam his balls and chin into several hard objects on his groaning wheezing way to the door. In retrospect she had walked into the club in a hurry with her over sized sun glasses on and in the sudden dim light had probably been more at fault in slamming into him as he was turning to leave the bar with his two fresh drinks in his hands than in his stuttering apologizing self had been in running into her, but no man messes with a Tuggie, period!

She zipped the baggie shut and tossed it into her gym bag in disgust. A peering pause and she fished out a yellow vinyl halter top several sizes too small. The original idea when she had first saw the top a week a go had been to cut out a bat symbol shape in the center and let her H-cup cleavage press up and spill out in a volcanic cascade of white wedding cake flesh, but the top had turned out to be a bit ‘too’ small and wearing it resulted in over half her awesome huge imposing firm tits being exposed as ‘under boobage’. Cutting away anymore of the constrictive and straining top would have just caused the thing to burst into inevitable shreds. So she had simply set it aside, tossing it into her ’dance bag’ and made a purple tank top with the cookie cutter bat symbol cut out idea transferred onto it her main costume to date. Now she wiggled the yellow halter top on over her head. It was a struggle, it was much tighter than she had remembered, and it took some doing to push and ‘tuck’ her large swollen nipples up under the deeply sunken lip of the straining tops underside. It was more like wearing half a tube top than a halter top, she mused. The under side cleavage was rather a lot. She straightened her back while still remaining crouched and swung her chest back and forth. Her mighty jugs jiggled incessantly under the taunt yellow fabric and their was a deciding tendency for the straining tops bottom to want to creep up her full proud bosom and slip out to the worlds view the lower ruddy crescent of her ever pert and raised areolas. Well, when a girl was a 48-22-38 and squeezed herself into a 32G bra, one had to expect these little ‘hiccups’ in ones wardrobe. She would just have to make a mental note to occasionally give her top a gentle downward ‘tug’ every now and then once she hit the streets, as she was all too aware that her body had a natural tendency to ‘discombobulate’ even the loosest clothing she wore, she had what boys sometimes called, ‘wooblers’. That is, her breasts weren’t just massively ‘large’ but their unique firmness and fullness into a round globe shape, made them excessively responsive to any kinetic movement on her part or even sympathetic vibrations around them! They jiggled constantly even when she was just breathing! But once she took a stride, they began leaping around like frisky little gray hounds! No bra could contain them, not even the medieval looking Russian bras made even the slightest impact upon taming them, besides with her Aphrodite gene hinting here and there in her body like an artesian spring well just under the surface there wasn’t much need for a bra, no sags no wrinkles, nothing to reshape or conform, her large nipples just rode on top of her spherical wonders and pointed up at the sun demanding to be worshipfully sucked! She noted even under the vinyl tops thick shinny yellow surface her thumb thick nipples stuck up molding the fabric into an almost nude second skin , pushing the heavy fabric almost half an inch above her gently undulating orbs! Pesky little buggers! Always striving for everyone’s attention! And usually getting it!!!

Luckily the top was sleeveless so their was no binding and cutting into her arms, but the arm holes were a touch too wide and the stretchy nature of the fabric let the powerful force of her full enormous breasts stretch the openings forward and the sides of her tits bulged out slightly through the distorted arm holes in consequence, making the top more and more revealing in its aspect rather than concealing as garments tend to go, ideal for a stripper on a stage but perhaps a bit much for the public journey home. Still it was the most modest of the slim choices in her dance tote and would have to do. At least the collar was high enough to keep somewhat away from her imposing bosom, so there was no large fleshy mounds spilling out above her neck line at least! The top had a raised collar that flared out like a mans dress shirt only over sized and it gave the halter top a vest like appearance that added a touch of unintentional whimsical mirth with its formal repressed air being contrasted in direct polar opposition with the considerable amount of overtly sexy boobage spilling out like ripened fruit from underneath the constricting top. Her udders threatened to ‘dangle’ themselves loose at any second, but their own firmness held them in check, but it gave the whole top the apprehensive appearance of a ‘wardrobe malfunction’ just seconds away from happening! She had a warm faced giggle at that.

But at least her tatters were nicely squirreled away for the cab ride home. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to her body once the gene within her fully awoke? The Tuggies had reams of information and case files on Aphrodite super heroines going back into the early 1700’s and collected esoteric bits of ancient heroines dating back to the earliest of historic annuals. Being a one in a hundred thousand carrier of the rare congregation of the superstructure of the gene the Tuggies had made much of such files available for her perusal and she was far from ignorant about the possible changes she might one day face. She had also gained a glimmering hint of the darker side of the super heroine world as well. It wasn’t all parades and Mall openings and press conferences and slapping bad guys around with one hand while receiving the key to the city with the other hand.

She knew that once the gene awoke, much of her ambivalent persona would melt rapidly away. Aphrodite awakened gene women felt an uncontrollable need to do ‘good’. To help others, but mainly to hunt out and punish the impudence of vile males who were doing wrong. It was an impulse, nay an unslakeable thirst even greater than the one driving them to engage in sexual intercourse. The Tuggies saw it as further proof that the Aphrodite gene woman was the natural next stage in humane evolution and a reactionary much needed recovery back step upon natures part in the deeply felt mistake of mutating all vertebrates from being inherently all female into some being made into the highly flawed subspecies of male. But the idea of her losing her normal indifference to much around her for a swap of over the top public protector, a mannerism so alien and strange to her currant self, and thus truly ‘not’ herself, made her decidedly uneasy.

She knew that as shapely and perfect as her physical beauty was now, that once the gene awoke she would go through a period of her body ‘amping’ up her sexual attractiveness. How big ‘would’ her tits get?! She lifted up one of the plump orbs in her palm despites its apparent firmness it was limpid and soft as snow melt water and spilled as silken caramel between her stretched fingers burying her entire hand easily in an alabaster doughy mountain of singular buttery waterfall mist cloud and the heavy supple weight of it was warm and enticing to her and she bit her thick lower lip. It just didn’t seem possible that her breasts could get any larger. She turned her head to look over her delicate shoulder and gazed at her naked ass peaking out so proudly from under the tiny yellow shinny skirt. And how could her butt get any rounder?! It just didn’t seem possible. She looked back at her chest, and there was still the sword of Damocles hanging over all of that. That being that if an Aphrodite super heroine was brought to a powerful enough “forced” climax (that is brought to a powerful orgasm or series of orgasms against her indomitable will), her breast began to lactate! The milk it’s self was a powerful mixture of Aphrodite genetics and hormones and while harmless to most women it was highly addictive to males and could if strong enough in concentration or drank in great enough abundance bestow the powers of the Aphrodite in question in abate weakened form temporarily upon the male who had consumed it. The real down side of this was not only a small contingent of addicted males out there driving an ever lucrative black market for super heroine milk! But that after every forced lactation, ‘IF’ the teats are drained dry of their powerful milk, then the Aphrodite gene responded by not only rapidly replenishing the milk, but increases the bust size as well! It was not unheard of a beaten and fallen super heroine being captured and forcibly raped and milked a single time and gaining a full cup size in response to this!? Kimberly looked down at her own magnificent breasts and shuddered with wonder at such thoughts.

Kimberly stood back up and her ample hip automatically cocked to one side of her pivoting slim narrow waist as her body bent into one of the natural Aphrodite poses born out of their bodies spherical declension. A serpentine ‘S’ of innocent absent minded sultriness, she ambled with an oiled minx strut of wiggles and jiggles slinking the two loin aching strides up to the mirrors glass and gazed again upon the carnival of desire ignorant of her existence just three inches of Plexiglas away. She struggled to ignore her own reflected image of divine loveliness, her pale oval face framed in the thick tangle of her long black cascading locks, her small chin and tiny mouth with its thick pillow lips, her small nose and her over sized wide almond eyes glittering as flashes of brilliance despite their almost entirely black color of pupil and iris. Eyes of innocence, eyes of power, eyes of hungers, eyes of… Kimberly had raised one long wrist-ed elegant now gloveless hand up to push a tangle of thick forelocks out away from her broad wide forehead and had let the dainty hand fall in passing upon the glass before her in an almost dreary apathy of boredom. Her thumb ring clinked softly on the surface and she glanced at it and then into the room full of partying women. Almost all the women within the room were wearing thumb rings, even though less than a third of the women were Tuggies. Though most ‘would’ be Tuggies some time in the near future, ‘once you had the big cock, everything else is small cock’. It was a Tuggie symbol that any girl who wore a thumb ring was declaring to the world that ‘she loved the big cock and telling any would be males eyeing her goodies that if they weren’t packing anything fifteen or bigger, don’t even bother!’ Even non-Tuggies had picked up on it and now just about any girl in the world knew that wearing a thumb ring meant you were proud to be a ‘size queen’ and on the look out for any egger big ones who think they can handle her precious little package. You could walk up to a gaggle of giggling fourteen year olds and point at the thumb ring of one and say, ‘what’s that about?’ and she would retort, ‘means I like my men ‘men’ and not boys.’ and she might even wiggle her pinkie at you as the whole group bursts out laughing. Tuggie culture represented a true freedom for women on a global scale that did away with the old crippling stale male dominated repressions of ethic land based cultures. It gave a global world of women their own power of voice and choice and it spread like wild fire. But it had before and before and before and each time the male dominated powers had crushed and stifled the much feared liberation. Would it happen again?

Kimberly brought her other hand up to the window framing her forehead with both hands as she pressed her hot face against the cool deaf muted music vibrating glass, she had another thumb ring on her other hand as well, she liked her cocks not just ‘big’ but ‘super sized’. She giggled at that.

There was some small commotion directly to her left in the party room, which considering the chaotic nature of the place was to say that she had noticed something out of the corner of her eye which had gone utterly unnoticed by the pulsing mass as a whole. That pulsing mass consisting of thousands of near Maenad revealers ran twenty four hours a day seven days a week and still managed to remain bellow the radar of the city, state, and nation in every place the Tuggies held residence. It cost the Tuggies an enormous drain on their resources, but it brought in a steady supply of new recruits and helped stabilize the whole Tuggie ideology of free will and free rights to all women into a working physical reality. For every Super Heroine strip club that ran twelve hours a day and poured money out of men’s pockets into the Tuggie Treasury, and every local small branches website where men paid abhorrent subscriptions to watch the video documentaries of the Tuggies earning their merit badges in public sex acts and exhibitions, there were a dozen Tuggie places set up for ‘privet parties’ running all day every day where women of all ages could come and celebrate their own liberation of being with free drinks and free large cocks. The Tuggies used these parties to passively recruit new Tuggies, but also as drag nets to hopefully snag a young Aphrodite gene woman into the fold as well. And that is what Kimberly found herself looking at now. However invisible to the rest of the women in the club room it caught her eye and she watched with increasing mixed emotions as it unfolded before her two way hidden mirrored reflection.

The woman was young. A member of a gaggle, a gaggle was any group of women who found increased bravery and confidence in their numbers to perform or act or react in a manner they would have found too intimidating to do by their selves. A gagglet was a single such woman removed from the said group and now found on her lonesome. The woman in question was a young blonde in a gaggle of four. And their was no mistaking the mind rending lust that had over taken her, her eyes glowed with brimstone glimmers of hunger, and her body was wracked with terrifying needs. Her eyes were riveted on the twenty inch cock of a grizzled chest golden bull his ever erect powerful prowl parting through the sea of grouping hands and wet mouths edging ever close to her and her wide eyed slur lipped tipsy friends. But it was the odd and subtle almost glow about the young woman and her nigh impossibly perfect body and beautiful face that set her apart from the thousands of other horny hungry women in the room, and Kimberly was wrong in thinking that she alone had seen the this yet to be born Aphrodite gene women in the Tuggie midst, already three ‘den mothers’ those unobtrusive mid-level Tuggies who watched over each Tuggie event or gathering to assist their younger sisters or call upon the shield maidens always near by who acted as the Tuggie policing force both in apprehending and in meeting out punishment, had already shimmied up to either side of the girl and where already calmly talking her through the powerful forces welling up within her and threatening to fearfully overwhelm her. They talked the terror and fearful tears out of her ravenous eyes and smoothly guided her in words and caresses as the singled to bull approached her trembling body. Kimberly wished she had had such experienced women at her side to help her through her first thrilling and frightening time when she had lost control and raped three young boys seven years her senior repeatedly into exhaustion behind a train shed in her little village. Maybe she would have found her powers by now if she had such women behind her answering all those terrifying questions that so overwhelmed her then?

“It’s not fair is it?” Kimberly raised her forehead from the glass where she had been craning her neck to get a better look at the little spectacle taking shape so intrusively just a few meters away from her face. There was a den mother standing behind her who gave her a comforting look and then looked at the young goddess beyond being born. “You who have struggled for decades to gain what she will undoubtedly gain in just one night. Yes,” the den mother looked back at Kimberly’s face which had flushed from unknown anger to sudden shock to a mix of strange jealousies and wonder. “I have seen enough of these to know the signs, this one will unlock her Aphrodite power gene tonight. It will be a rough night for her, and a rougher night for us. She will go through all our stable, and cripple half of it easily.” Kimberly turned back to the glass and watched intently, already some den mothers had sent shield maidens to bring them some Adonis sperm and they were feeding it in shots down the parched throat of the increasingly flushed young woman, trying to help calm her as her eyes remained fixed on the swaying pecker she had glued in her hands and fisting furiously. The men in the room where not Adonis males, obviously, as unless you wanted to have a tea social were utterly worthless for anything else. They could pick up a fire truck and move it and its crew to safety off a street filling up with burning gasoline from a spilled tanker semi but as far as anything a woman could and did want, they were just utterly fucking worthless! No the males in the orgy room were all non-Adonis males who simply had been graced by nature with some decent sized peckers and who had then been systematically trained by the Tuggies in the difficult art of using them. The golden bull was now angled into position by the den mothers and with the help of some shield maidens the young blonde was stripped of her jeans and soaking wet panties and carefully raised up and supported by them as she yanked angrily on the massive meat missile guiding it clumsily toward her needy snatch. The middle aged bull with decades of experience grunted with pain at her powerful grip but did not complain nor show any signs of fear at what he certainly knew lay ahead but with a grim face angled forward and did his duty. With several powerful thrusts he was inside her and she lost complete control of her raging hormones right away. With her loud and drunk friends still cheering her on, she became a bucking hurricane of sexual force, her pussy a sucking vice of super powered muscle. A golden bull like that one could last several hours in a woman’s pussy turning even the most experienced Tuggie into a puddle of warm wet tamed clay. She brought him to a forced climax in less than twenty minutes! Even Kimberly was impressed. With a tortured face red with sweat the old bull pulled out his cock it looked like it had been twisted at its middle into an elbow macaroni shape. A shield maiden helped the limping pained man immediately out of the room through one of the red tapestry hidden doors. A den mother immediately singled to another young man, who quickly brought his eighteen inch cock to bear. The used a hypo on his dick before he inserted it to help kill the inevitable pain and to force it to remain hard as possible. The Tuggies had discreetly removed the rest of the young girls gaggle who were now partying with a large hansom cocked man on each arm with kisses and buzzes in each ear and they fell back on some wall couches hemmed in with meaty throbbing cocks oblivious of their friends transformation, only thinking the little mouse had finally come out of her shell and how!

Meanwhile, the young man had lasted only five minutes and when he pulled out his cock it looked like a bloody shredded mess. And he was half carried in agony from the room out the same hidden door as the golden bull had vanished through. “What happens to them when their penis are like that?” Kimberly mused aloud as it was obvious that that man would never be able to piss let alone fuck out of that thing ever again.

“What dose one do with a horse that has gone lame?” The den mother answered in a hum of indifference. Already another young male was being inserted into the out of control humping monster. “I have already sent out calls to all the other Tuggie enclaves in the five boroughs and across the way to New Jersey and the rest of upper state New York. We should have a well appointed force of some five thousand cocks at our disposal bleeding in over the next few hours. But she will go through our entire stable before then and have crippled over half of them before we can calm her down. It is worth it of course, but those meat poles will have to be replaced. Kimberly, you have a rare and useful talent that came well recommended to us, for finding large cock potential males in hunts. I would like you to now use that talent of yours to help us get some fresh trainees to replenish our own stable as we can only use the stables of the other enclaves temporarily and infrequently at that. Would you be so kind as to get started upon this assignment at once.”

“Yes, sister,” Kimberly replied still watching in fascination as a third male was being limped away emasculated by the insatiable needs of the awakening super pussy at the edge of the dance floor. An Aphrodite super heroine being born right there on the stripper club floor and no one was even noticing it at all. It amazed her that such an important event could go by so invisibly to the whole world and yet be there right in front of their faces when it occurred. Suddenly the horrors of genocide seemed so much more common place and much of their mysticism paled into the wane of humane endeavor. The den mothers always made sure to keep the blondes face distracted as each mangled cock was pulled out of her volcanic snatch bloody and twisted by her shuddering orgasms with kisses and coos and small darting tongues. The blonde would castrate around twenty men before she got a handle of her hormones and rapidly changing body, never to be the wiser about those invisible casualties, and it would take dozens more to keep her sated in an orgasmic bliss until she slipped into that first and only absolute blissful innocent sleep that followed the ‘awakening’. The compulsion to do good would fallow and the gnawing conflict of her sexual needs and societies anal retentive suppression of all things sexual would cause her constant traumas from then on in her miserable life. But she would always have the Tuggies to quietly slip to and provide her with the occasional much needed sexual release of a dozen golden bulls in a discrete hidden room once in a while, and maybe she would smash up a top secret paramilitary base in some warehouse which was spying on the Tuggies or push a spy satellite out of orbit that was targeting an enclave in return, not much to ask of ones friends.

A fifth male had to be carried out by two shield maidens, his frozen face looked like he had been sucking on limes, and it appeared that his entire shriveled up nut sack had been sucked up into his body! The Tuggie den mother touched Kimberly’s shoulder and sighed, “you’d better get started on a hunt at once. Five thousand may not be enough.” Both women giggled quietly and Kimberly picked up her dance bag and headed down the hallway, glancing back to see the den mother with one hand on hip and the other cupped under her chin pondering the wonderful but anxious sight of an Aphrodite birth.

As Kimberly shuffled down the winding tiled hallway with its handless smooth steel doors she mulled over a muddy mix of strange thoughts clouding up her still tipsy mind. It really wasn’t fair that some teenage blonde was just going to get her first big cock and fuck herself into her super powers! Hmm, what would those powers be? And her she was so many years of trying to unlock her pent up powers and huh no it just wasn’t fair. Kimberly wondered if the rumors she had been hearing just prior to her arrival had been true? Since her arrival she had nothing more about it, but she had noticed that Americans tended to be more in the dark about everything. They lacked the first hand experience of what ignorance or naked trust of your government results in, they had never had their entire capital cities reduced to rubble and their people shoved into camps and massacred by the tens of thousands as all the rest of the world had. They knew nothing of first hand torture and the sublime hopeless helpless horror of day to day rule under a police state hidden by the moth eaten mantle of democracy. The rest of Europe and the Asiatic paid constant minute detail to their environment around them and consequently their active diligence paid off in everyone having a much more educated insight into what would be considered the blank canvas of ‘national secrets’ that Americans glossed over and by in their blind lives of indifference and occasional flashes of inaudible outrage. In France she had heard often of the some time Tuggie and all time super villainess known as the Gene Genie or DNA or a dozen other aliases, who had claimed that in addition to the Aphrodite gene and its identical male component the Adonis gene, that there was also an Ares gene. That this Ares gene was like the Adonis gene but combined the elements differently. As such there was no compulsion to do good and while the cocks were not up to the Adonis caliber they had the missing Aphrodite lust intact! The Ares gene also asserted its self less in the normal physical components of the Adonis gene structure in that rather than accenting natural accelerated healing and great physical strength there was more tendency to find and increased mental intelligence ability and more of an increased ruthlessness and tendency toward using that intelligence and other powers for criminal ventures. Many super heroines quickly leapt on this theory noting that most of the super villains they faced had much larger cocks than the average male and a far increased sexual lust almost matching their own, plus the unarguable point that they could handle an Aphrodite orgasm without pulling out a pound of shaved ham where their package had been! Then she had gone on to say that just as their had been a comparable Adonis in the male to the Aphrodite gene there must be an Artemis gene in the female to balance out the new Ares gene in the male. And that these Artemis females may be what so many of the Tuggies considered as unawake Aphrodite gene women. The Tuggies ridiculed this notion and in fact many unawake Aphrodite women were just that, but many of those like Kimberly who stood in the wings wondered if there wasn’t something to it? DNA went on to say that those techniques that worked to awaken Aphrodite genes would not work on an Artemis gene woman. It didn’t help matters that DNA went on to cause utter havoc by supposedly combining an Adonis gene on a non-Adonis male and creating a horny huge cock monster running amuck. But again the Tuggies ridiculed the idea that DNA had succeeded in doing such a thing and stated that she had simply found some way to use drugs to make a Adonis male into a sexual monster, but few privately believed that as well. What did happen was that Dr. Phu Tan Ari the head of the Tuggie gene research branch using smuggled stolen copies of DNA’s work notes managed to map the Adonis gene back onto non-awake Aphrodite gene subjects in hopes of triggering an awakening at a genetic level but instead had created Aphrodite super heroines with enormous cocks were their clits should have been! These insatiable monsters and their creator disappeared from their mid-west American enclave and had gone into hiding. The Doctor maintaining that she had created the final solution to the Tuggie problem of the backward genetic creation of males, a new super female capable of reproducing without any male at all! The Tuggies were said to be scouring the planet for the abominations to destroy them, but whispers were that they had actually been secreted away by the upper echelon of the Tuggie hierarchy to continue the experiments in secret!

The new head of the Tuggie genetic research branch was Professor Feria Moan, who dismissed the whole debacle as science gone silly, and worked to make the whole branch more public and friendly. She routinely held ‘city hall’ type lectures with open question and answer sessions to help ease and educate much of the tensions currently being felt in the super heroine community. The meetings were well attended by many super heroines who before had no real place to go to ask their many questions about their own bodies and what had happened to them and their lives. The Professor also maintained a web site with clips of those meetings and links to other sources of information. Needless to say the governments of the world struggled to constantly suppress and close these things down. The new ‘more open and friendly policy’ was an up hill battle that seemed to only exacerbate the male hatred for all things female and powerful.

Kimberly wasn’t certain what she felt about the Artemis gene theory but it gave her more hope in its unknown triggers laying out there than in all the on going failures of the Aphrodite gene treatments she was so rigorously undergoing. As far as the idea of all males some day being replaced by women with big cocks instead of clits? Well, as long as the cocks were big enough! She laughed to herself.

The idea of a hunt had perked up her humors. She liked going out into the streets of a city and looking for ‘raw meat’ some new piece of giant cock to hunt down and tame. And the den mother was right she did have a sort of innate instinct to just ‘know’ when a particularly large piece of man meat was near by, though it only worked when she was struggling to concentrate on finding it. And then usually when she was fully into her ‘hunt’ mode, she wasn’t very good at telling what was in the pants of the men who wandered sheepishly into the super heroine strip clubs.

Unlike most Tuggies, she liked to hunt alone. A usual Tuggie hunt used ten to twenty women who broke up into groups of three or four and went out in a loose formation looking for men to rape. A single squad of girls would locate a lone male maybe on a subway car and with the other groups acting as if they didn’t know each other or remaining out of sight, the first group would make contact. Using their Tuggie skills of seduction they would soon have the male willingly at first naked and ready to go. Before he could gather his senses the three girls innocently and obliviously seducing him had turned into a small horde of very aggressive horny women now raping him mercilessly. If the cock was above average it could be a red letter night for the man and possibly his introduction into training to become a Tuggie bull, but if the cock was laughable or not capable of satisfying the clique, then the Tuggie hunters could get very nasty or naughty depending on how one looked at it. But it was always a given that any male who did not measure up to a Tuggie expectation was open to sexual humiliation and brutality, just as it was understood that any super heroine who was beaten in battle was then open to similar sexual humiliations. The Tuggies however were perhaps a touch more cruel than the average villain was when dealing with their hapless victims. A Tuggie hunt could easily attack twenty to forty cocks in an average night, and go weeks of such nights before finding anything even remotely worth bring home to be ‘stuffed’ and ‘mounted’ so to speak.

Kimberly liked tracking and raping her ‘raw’ meat poles alone, one on one, and she was indeed very good at it. In just the short time she had been with the New York City downtown branch she had brought in fifteen exceptional cocks and turned them gleefully over to the trainers. It took a special woman to both motherly and sadistically tame a large cock and not be tamed herself. Many were the horror stories of some young Tuggie keeping a twenty-five incher golden bull ‘bitch tamer’ cock that she had stumbled over as raw meat and tried to tame it herself in secret only to end up broken and a slave to that cock instead of the cock being made the rightful servant of the girl! Such campfire scary stories were circulated continuously amongst the new recruits but the reality behind those parable warning ghost stories was the ugly truth that some Tuggies were ‘tamed’ and even some super heroine Aphrodite gene women had been broken by an outstanding cock or by repeating rapes by scores of large cocks in a fuckfest. It was not for the faint of hart, such tales, and Kimberly knew that her hunting ‘raw’ alone carried inherent dangers with it that had the Tuggie hierarchy nervously biting their collective nails, but she loved it! The thrill of the chase was heady and blissful to her and when she was having one of her ‘horny’ days as she was today, she couldn’t wait for the long drawn out tease of innocent eyed seduction she would torture any males she would meet with, it was like a furnace dipped in dark chocolate, rapture!

Kimberly passed the ‘Ms, Americana’ room which had a large gold star on it, the stories told about her erratic secret visits to the various enclaves scattered around the world were legendary and she paused at the first break in the winding corridors monotony of steel doors and snaking coils. A tiled stairwell lead down to her left and another branching corridor leading on her right would lead to another set of concrete stairs leading up a hidden street exit only door. If she took the stairs descending to her left it would lead to several branching corridors with more metal doors and a bank of elevators. A short ride on an elevator would take her up to a Tuggie store front where she could slip out and catch a cab ride to her apartment seven blocks away, she had insisted on having her own place ‘outside’ of the enclaves immediate presence. If she took the hidden door to her right, it was a metal door with a red brick outer facing to mask the alleyway it opened into and was set against a much smaller reinforced frame so it would only open out and could not be readily forced open in the opposite direction, she would find herself on the street and only a few yards from a subway terminal. Kimberly turned to her right and went down the hallway and up the short flight of stairs which ended at a small concrete niche devoid of any furniture. There was a small video screen set in the wall next to the door which displayed a hidden security camera that spanned the entire alleyway before the masked doors opening. On the wall closest to the door was several steel lockers. Kimberly placed her palm on one and after a few moments it opened. This doorway was used by the super heroines in dire need of sexual release and discretion. A Tuggie would be waiting at the door for them and open it for them when they arrived and latter open it again when they were ready to leave and they would then use the lockers to put away the usual large over coat and glasses and slouch hat they invariably wore as disguises over their costumes. Every super heroine wanted to wear her super heroine outfit when she entered her privet sex room and the army of obedient cocks waiting for her within, it gave them a much needed venting of committing those very acts in their super heroine persona that they struggled so laboriously to avoid day in and day out in the publics eye.

Kimberly now stowed her dance bag in one of the lockers and snapped it shut. Her horniness and the idea of a hunt would not allow her to waste even the time it would take to head to her apartment to change her clothing, besides her attire was well suited for the task at hand. She slid the locker shut and surveyed the alleyway via the hidden camera, no one about, she put her palm on the door lock and waited for it to grant her access. After it did she keyed the door open. It pushed out silently from her and then slid back along the wall grating as it pushed garbage out of its ponderous way. The door was small and she had to duck and turn sideways to slip out of it. Once the camera registered her clear of the door it whisked shut blending seamlessly with the surrounding red brick wall of the apartment building above it. She was now outside the Tuggie building and there was no way to return back through that doorway with no one to open it from the inside, she would have to use one of the other entrances several blocks away if she needed to return for any reason.

Kimberly took a deep breath, the late night air was damp and chilly, there was a hint of fog. Sunrise was a couple of hours away yet at least, but it would be a chilly morning when it did arrive. Kimberly welcomed the cold night air against her lust lobster tinged flesh the soothing cool at first relaxed her then like a wind threatening to gutter out a smoldering coal, it sent her over heated senses into leaping flames that devoured the wind that had briefly threatened it. Kimberly strode purposefully toward the dark street and the subway just beyond, trying to suppress the hungry leer that splayed across her radiant face, as her eyes flashed like willow wisps through the milky fog.

The sun had been up for a few hours now and the thin weedy light was finally bleeding the steel blue of the shadows between the clunky buildings into a warmer amber husk of true dawn. Kimberly had climbed up on top of a dumpster and made a short leap up onto a fire escape which she had used in turn to access the roof of a squat apartment building. She was far from downtown now, and she surveyed the rows of shabby looking buildings while the raised highway behind and between her and the ocean ringed the island with a buzz of angry commuters. She wasn’t particularly happy herself, the last several hours had produced not one worthy cock, though she had amused her self by raping and beating a street gang of five clueless thugs and then duck tapped their tiny worthless cocks to a lamp post just outside of their main ‘crib’. It had made her laugh but had done nothing naturally to ease the fires enraged in her pent up loins. The one night her sisters had needed her to bring back a stinger full of meat poles and she had come up empty. There just hadn’t been a decent dick out there! She frowned in frustration and anger, clenching her little fist and thrusting it against her chin as she leaned against a water tower support brace.

The frown of her tiny paisley eye brows raised in sudden surprise as she saw a lone male figure dart out of one alleyway and down the deserted street bellow her to dart into another alleyway directly across form her. The figure had been male, dressed in gray pin striped business suit with green calf skin wrist gloves and a green opera cape coat with a green eye mask and sporting a large bulging valise case half open with wades of money sticking out of it! And her pussy was screaming that there was a twenty five inch pecker in those pants! A super criminal! And here she was right there at the right place and right time and all alone and… what was she waiting for! This was her big chance to take down a super villain! Her first criminal capture! And the hoodlum in question wasn’t like some major out of a first timers league bad guy, it was The Green Mask. This bozo had hit a bank stealing a few hundred thousand dollars but mostly had been hitting ATM machines of late, having an uncanny ability to crack their codes and slip a way with twenty or thirty thousand in an eye blink. The male dominated police force had naturally been baffled, and the super heroines considered him strictly purse snatcher league, but here he was just the two of them with no one else in sight to complicate her apprehension of the dastardly villain, it was just too perfect! Kimberly quickly slipped down the fire escape after ascertaining that the Green Mask had halted in the alleyway and not ran on through into the side street beyond which she could just glimpse by climbing up the girders of the water tower. Maybe she didn’t have her full powers yet, but she was his equal in sheer strength and had years of martial arts training on top of that and of course the natural superiority of being a woman! Kimberly was almost giddy with excitement as her boot heels finally crunched on the gritty pavement, perhaps there was something to this Ares and Artemis gene thing after all, as her pussy was just screaming to her that was one of the largest raw meat cocks she had ever sensed before, and here it was attached to a known criminal? Hmmm, maybe she would have to ask more about the whole Ares DNA theory with some of the higher circle Tuggies, surly not every American lived in utter ignorance of the worlds realities?!

Karl Banks paused in the shadow of a large bank of air conditioners that lined one wall of the alleyway he had ran down and caught his breath. He smiled widely under his green eye mask and removed his gray slouch hat with its emerald green band and moped at his brow, pushing back his short sandy blonde hair with a green gloved hand. The Green Mask had struck again! HA! Though he never intended to continue his crime wave for so many months, but as Bank President he had found it so easy to embezzle millions of dollars only to have his stooge half brother working in a cushy job ‘HE’ had garnered for him as head of bank security become suspicious of the wrong doing! Fortunately he had been clever enough to invent the Green Mask persona to bare the brunt of the culpability, but the police were not ‘getting’ the apparently too subtle clues he had been leaving behind and now he found himself committing more and more robberies in a desperate attempt to lead them all away from his door! Huh, ah well, no rest, eh? “Who says crime doesn’t pay?” He picked up a wad of twenties and kissed it and laughed.

“It pays alright, it pays a jackpot of seven to ten in the state pen!”

“What the-?” Karl peered down the alleyway, stepping away from the bank of humming air conditioning units. His years of tennis at the club and rock climbing holidays at his ranch in Colorado had kept his forty year old naturally athletic body in top physical conditioning and now his rock hard abs and thick calf muscles compressed in steely anticipation of some dread exploit. But he quickly raised up out of the instinctual crouch as his eyes adjusted to the back lit shape of a curvaceous young woman, not a police officer with a revolver in hand, with partner swinging around behind him and nightmarish sweaty startled to awake 3 a.m. images of helicopters in route with S.W.A.T. vans squealing around the near by corners, no, it was a teen age girl. He took a pace or two to the middle of the alleyway so he could see her with out the reflected street glare of the sun bouncing off the tarmac behind her and eyed her appreciatively.

There before him was a slim woman with pearl white skin, in bright yellow hip boots with long thin heels that rose up her shapely long legs to pinch to a close a few inches below one of the shortest yellow plastic miniskirts he had ever seen! Was that pussy hair he could see hanging down in ‘damp’ strands just below the pleated hem?! Her small waist had no navel piercing so he deduced she was new to town. Her thin arms where perched on her hips in a haughty pose of defiance, and her obviously oriental face was framed by thick luxurious cascading locks of ebony wavy hair. Her wide large eyes flashed with fire, her small but thick lipped mouth was pursed with seething anger and her tiny eye brows were clenched at him. Her only other garment was a tiny pull over yellow plastic sheen top that failed to contain what had to be the largest firmest roundest tits he had ever seen. The nipples of each one of these natural perfections was erect and easily visible under the taught stretched tops fabric, each rose up on two swollen areolas like a round demitasse base with a wine glass fluted stem of a nipple as thick as a kindergarten pencil rising proudly up to sun dial the heavenly globes. He stared transfixed by the vibrant shimmer of the top as her breasts seemed to undulate with every angry pouted breath. “Nice tits,” he smiled. She seemed taken aback at this and blinked rapidly as she stuttered and tried to regain her composer, he took advantage of this to take a stroll toward her, “with chest cannons like that you must be one of those up tight sexless super hero bitches that just live to slap the shit out of naughty little boys like me.” He smiled again and she frowned at his charming handsome face half hidden behind the green mask. But he had entered her personal space her comfort zone and she was going into a crouch of her own with a mouth full of furious warnings, but they never came. He was already close enough to her to reach her in a blur, she had either underestimated him or was inexperienced, or both, but it was going to cost her, big!

The Green Mask lurched forward, not with a punch or kick which she swiveled to block but with an open gloved hand which caught her entirely by surprise. A green gas exploded out of his palm and closed the remaining yard between them and entangled her head in a cloud of knock out gas! He watched her crumple in mumbling confusion and waited for the sticky gas to dissipate before claiming his prize!

Her mind was still in a shambles but there was no mistaking that wonderful sensation of a hard twenty-five inch cock slamming brutally into her joyful love box! Still it was difficult to enjoy it fully with her hands in titanium handcuffs behind her back and her face and tits being ground into the pavement with each deep pounding thrust, and every so often the bastard would place that gloved hand of his over her mouth and more of that sickly sweet gas would spin her head off into the either. Still she clung to her years of Tuggie training and set her pussy muscles into a rapid cock milking twisting suction, it worked as the Green Mask was brought quickly to several powerful draining orgasms to his loud disbelieving wonder and so he posed no serious threat to ‘taming’ her at all. He tried her ass but found it even more beguiling and was soon spurting in a storm of praying obscenities. He tried her mouth but titty fucks had been her major in jr. high and he fell back dazed and inarticulate as she greedily and expertly rated the quality of his man milk as it hung in thick globs all over her heaving tits and hungry face. Sensing more than seeing through his blurred red faced dazed eyes that she was gaining rapidly in strength while he was having difficulty even managing to hold himself up right on his hands and knees he fearfully shoved his gloved hand into her face and emptied out the last of the wrist canisters up his jacket sleeves. It was a powerful blast and she got several lungs full and he watched her warily as she sunk completely unconscious this time to the tarmac.

“Fucking bitch! You must be the pride and pinnacle of Whore Land Security!” He staggered to his feet and painfully reeled in his purple bruised cock, “fucks like a Hoover! And cums like a damn! Oh my gawd! I won’t be able to pee straight for a month! God damn whore should have that cunt classified as a secret weapon!” He carefully zipped up his pants gingerly over his swollen cock, “man, what a fuck slut!” He ran his shaking hands thorough his well kept disheveled hair and retrieved his slouch hat, “best fuck EVER! Should be tattooed on that precious ass!” He felt better and adjusted his hat and straightened his tie, “Man-0h-man what a lay! Man that was fucking sweeeeet!” He whistled and wobbled on Hop-along-Cassidy legs, bowl legged staggers over to the tumbled over money bag. He winced and stuttered out a groan as he sank down to one knee to begin tossing the money back into the open bag. He looked back at her over his shoulder, during his conquest fuck he had gotten a taste of what power lay inside that slip of a girl and he had garnered a fretful deal of respect for the little power house. “She goes cross eyed when she cums, and” he whistled involuntarily as he rose up struggling with the bag and his over taxed body, “she cums a LOT!!!” He laughed a half tired whine laugh sigh and turned to find his way out of alleyway before anyone saw him, after all this was surly some side kick he had taken out so easily and the head master bitch would be showing up soon and not the least bit happy with what he had done to her precious no doubt dike lover protégé. Time to crawl away to his stolen skiff tied up down at the shore line under the pier docks just three more blocks away and change into a wet suit and make his escape easily to his own yacht across the harbor and then… a long soak in the hot tub. It had been a long hard day! HA!

The Green Mask stopped dead in his tracks, there in front of him with hand gun raised was his half brother Jimmy Banks. “I have you now you vile recreant! And caught red handed with your latest loot as well! Just drop the bag and raise the hands. Do it!” Karl noted several things as he made to first raise his hands with the bag and then pretend to note he still had the bag in his hands and started to lower them and the bag to the ground; the first was his clueless younger some what idiotic half brother still didn’t realize that his older brother was the Green Mask despite his earlier suspicions before the Green Masks arrival onto the scene that the bank was being robbed by some one on the inside, and that Jimmy had not noticed the super heroine he had just raped repeatedly lying even now less quietly behind him, and that Jimmy was between him and the skiff and his plan A exit strategy so simply turning and rushing away from Jimmy who he knew would hesitate to shoot would avail him of little good as he would have to double back around to the water side to make his escape, and that Jimmy was alone, and that Jimmy had been reading too many corny comic books. He also suddenly realized that opportunity had placed a nice knock upon his door.

With an easy gesture Karl tossed the money bag at Jimmy and then followed it with a body slam that took both of them into the row of air conditioners. A few well placed punches from Karl’s years of kick boxing at his club and the hapless Jimmy was out like a light. Karl smiled, this really was too good to be true. He eyed the super heroine behind him, she was starting to moan and stir now. He had no more knock out gas on him so he would have to act fast, he began to remove his tie. He wasn’t surprised to see Jimmy here, it was his apartment building just across the street from the alleyway after all, but he had hoped to plant some more direct clues to incriminate Jimmy as the Green Mask at his place as the police had been so helplessly thick in deciphering the other ones he had left at the crime scenes, and he had thought Jimmy was going out of Manhattan for the entire day. Oh well, this would work out better but he had to hurry if his alibi was to still hold up for him. He glanced at his wrist watch, he still had three hours before his fishing jaunt on his yacht would lose credence. All he had to do was put his Green Mask costume on Jimmy while making due with Jimmy’s clothes in turn (the kid had no style) until he could reach the skiff. Once he had Jimmy dressed up as the Green Mask he would take off the girls hand cuffs and put the revolver in her hand and shoot Jimmy. He would make it look like they hand been struggling and the gun had gone off and bam! In her drugged state she couldn’t be expected to remember much, he had raped her, and then in the process of removing the hand cuffs for what ever reason?! She had regained just enough consciousness to try to escape or attack him and he had pulled the gun on her, bam! It was sloppy but that was would make it real to the police. Real crimes were always sloppy, that’s the only reason the law caught anyone, it was only in the movies where the good guys gathered up lots of tiny clues and tracked down the bad guys, the movies and comic books.

It was harder to dress an unconscious man than one would have imagined and Karl was feeling the pinch of time slipping away from him and the slowing regaining consciousness of the super bitch working against him. But he had just managed to get Jimmy properly attired and himself squeezed into Jimmy’s garments as he heard the sound of a garbage truck whining down the street. There were full trash cans at the mouth of the alleyway so Karl now knew he had only minutes to set up his diorama, but he also knew that now he had the much needed immediate witnesses to set the tubule in stone. He quickly dragged Jimmy into position and unlocked one of the handcuffs from the moaning super heroine, he would leave one still on her to make it more realistic! He dragged her on top of Jimmy and put the gun in her lax hand, “pretend it’s a cock bitch.” Her grip tightened and her hand began to shimmy up and down while rapidly squeezing and releasing her fingers, “shit! This bitch is cunt-fucking incredible! Even in her sleep she’s a fuck monster! Man!” But her hands movements were making it hard to line up the shot and Karl bit his lip as he tried to gauge the position of the unseen but loud garbage men working their way down the street. “I need them to hear the shot just incase they don’t ‘see’ the bodies.” He blinked at the sweat stinging his eyes, timing had to be perfect.

A man and a small dog stopped before the alleyway’s opening. The man was looking down the street in the direction of the garbage men but the dog turned sniffing and looked directly at Karl. ‘What the-?!’ Karl froze and the dog barked and then growled and barked again. Karl through himself back into the shadows and refuse lining the side of the alleyway, even as he saw the sunglassed African-American man turn toward him. ‘He was wearing sun glasses, standing in the light looking into the dark, and he can’t see the bodies because they are blocked by the trash cans at the alley lip,’ Karl peaked around the corner of an old moldy chair and saw the dog and man had vanished. ‘didn’t see nothing, knew it, but’ the garbage men where driving down the street and he just knew they would come whistling up to those cans next to the two prostrate and prone figures next! The gun still lay in the trembling hand of the girl as she in turn lay on Jimmy’s chest, maybe the cocked gun would go off and kill him anyway, but it was unlikely. Well, there was no time to pull the trigger for her now, Karl turned and sprinted half bent over zigzagging down the alleyway to its other opening and the street lining the green sward with the up raised highway and the skiff and bay beyond. Even if Jimmy was just ‘found’ wearing the costume with the bag of money next to him, even if he was still alive it would surly be damning circumstance evidence and even the thick headed police should be able to decipher the clues Karl had left earlier to incriminate Jimmy? It might still work out, in the least it would lead the police further away from him and that was what all of this had been about anyway. Karl bolted out of the alleyway and straight across the busy street.

Kimberly moaned and the gun fell out of her hand clattering away to land next to Jimmy’s hand. The garbage truck and its crew made a ‘U’ turn and headed back up the street, due to union rules they only did half of the block, the other half lay outside their jurisdiction. The garbage truck lurched around the corner of the street and they exchanged waves with the old man and his small dog and all of them vanished from sight.

Kimberly raised her self slowly up on one elbow and her hand came out of a blue swirling fog of angry echoes and a harsh brittle cold handcuff smacked against her face. She opened a dilated eye at the dangling hand cuff and slid back down for a few more minutes rest against the terrible headache and dry mouth that was plaguing her something fierce. When next she came to her reeling senses she found her face buried into the dress pant crotch of the Green Mask, never one to pass away such an golden opportunity for a welcome plate of cock she expertly unzippered the pants with her talented mouth and quickly began to sate her dry cotton mouth with a feast of cock flesh. The rapidly expanding penis made her headache vanish into her crotch ache and her own slobbering tongue quickly killed her parched mouth but did nothing to quench her throat. But with expert skill she quickly had the thick sticky load she needed to sooth her throat and finish clearing her head. She breathed in the musky scent of the sweaty pubs tickling her cheeks and felt the ache in her loins burst into needy flames. The cock was… well, bigger than she had remembered it?! Maybe only an inch or two longer but it was decidedly thicker in circumference, she had to fairly dislodge her jaw to squeeze it into her mouth, truly one of the stoutest cocks she had ever had the immense pleasure of deep throating. She pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and used her hand to begin massaging the large ball sack in front of her chin in hopes of squeezing out more of that strangely virgin tasting cum?! And in the process noticed that she had been unhand cuffed?! Only one hand cuff remained secured to her right wrist. She glanced up from her furious head bob to startle and then frown at the Green Mask who seemed some what in a daze and looking absently at a large shiny revolver in his hand instead of scowling in parental commanding pride and awe at her awesome blowjob abilities.

‘He has a gun,’ she didn’t remember him having such a weapon before? ‘The coward will most likely use it to make her do disgustingly vile and shameful acts of depravity!’ She gulped the last few drops of that sweet seamen down and let the long thick shaft of the limpid schlong drop slurping out of her mouth. “I suppose I’m in for another serious ass fucking?” She eyed the Green Mask with a sizzling stare of defiance but then frowned at his obvious lackluster confusion that registered unmistakably in his own whirling eyes. “You know you should really point that gun at my head and not at yourself…stupid rookies.” Figures she would get an amateur for her first super heroine rape, at least it was a decent class of cock and it had survived some of her most powerful pussy moves in wonderful shape, giving even more credence to the DNA theory of Ares genes. “Here, like this.” She grabbed his wrist and pointed the pistol to her temple, “now tell me to suck your fuck pole until it’s large and in charge…Well?!”

“er, suck my uh thing…” The Green Mask mumbled.

Kimberly rolled her eyes ‘he had been a real go getter when he had her ass gassed and helpless hmmm’ and frowned again but quickly set to work on the slab of meat before her and whipped it back up into fuck worthy shape in no time. “Well, now tell me to turn around and assume the position.”

“Uh, look I…” She shook her head and moved off his legs and got herself on all fours with her egger ass pointing toward him, but nothing happened. She looked behind her in disbelief to see him struggling to try and put his enormous erection impossibly back into his pants?!

“What the hell are you doing?!” She shouted losing her temper slightly. This guy was starting to piss her off to no end. “Look you are suppose to be slamming your cock into my ass about now, right?” He started to stutter and shy away. She interrupted him, “And I told you to keep that gun at my head! What is your fucking problem?! What is this your first super heroine rape or what?! I mean I got a rep to maintain, so I don’t care if you are some snot nosed young punk rookie or not. You are not going to embarrass me and make me the fucking laughing stock of the entire super heroine community, you got that! Now you defeated me in combat and now you are going to seriously fuck me senseless, you understand me!? That’s the gig, got it you stupid fucking newbie?! Now! You get your meat pole in my ass right the fuck now! And start some serious hard core balls deep cock fucking! Or I’m going to rip that juicy cock of yours right off your worthless body! Get me! You don’t want a pissed off super heroine jacking a fire hydrant up your ass do you?! Didn’t think so! Now get your rookie cock over here and start banging my ass like you got a fire in your nut sack or I’ll use my fucking boot to put a fire in your nut sack, got me rookie?! Good!” The Green Mask hesitated but then moved uncertainly toward her swiveling hips eyeing sheepishly her own blazing glaring stare fixed on his cock and he dropped down to one knee to bring his luscious grapefruit sized cock head up to her dripping pussy lips. “Remember, gun to the back of the head. You’re raping me here, remember, good.” She greedily reached behind her and latched on to the pulsing cock just under its throbbing head and gave it a few good squeezes, it hummed to life with several thick jumping shakes that yanked her hand around. ‘A THROBBER! How come she hadn’t noticed it was a throbbed before?!’ “Remember, now in the ass, and hard. Like really really hard. Okay?” Her voice had gone soft and quiet and quivered with anticipation. The cock had been impressive before but now it was utterly exceptional. Had fucking her pussy earlier caused such sudden change in it? Did her pre-half awoke Aphrodite pussy have such a power over an Ares gene cock? “Okay,” she breathed and her head fell and rose like a neighing horse as she guided the suddenly ‘bitch tamer’ cock into desperate ass hole. The first orgasm took her in an unexpected gasp before he had even buried his shaft up to his enormous ball sack. “Okay,” she panted hissed and whined, “Now…” She looked over her shoulder and up over her perfectly round ass up at the Green Mask, “hard in my ass now.” Her iron black eyes wet with pleasure met his and her entire face exploded in an open mouth flush as he began to rape her ass with powerful deep thrusts of incredible speed. She came again her face rocking between her elbows in a sputter of saliva and screaming grunts and squealing moans. She came again as she felt all the training in her ass muscles dissolve to red hot jelly and now she was muttering incoherently explanatives of worship as her eyes rolled back into her head and her head lolled and rocked and shuddered and neighed and bobbed side to side as she whimpered and tried to look imploringly back at the man who now owned her ass completely. She screamed in tongues her words choking on the hot burning cock impossibly deep in her ass that pumped her thoughts into tatters like a word scrabble game board chocked full of lines of letters suddenly kicked into chaos, she called out deaf new howling banshee obscenities mixing ‘God’ with every curse word she knew and invented new words and totem symbolic grunts ancient as creation to describe her sex parts now universal in scale and scope or awareness, her ‘fuck-cunt-fuckie-fuck-n-ass-fucker-fuck-fuck’ her ‘Godamnohfuckmyfuckholeohhhfuckenslutbuttsluttohyeahsooooogooooda-a-a-ahmygawdfuckitticuttititharrrrrrd-ugh-ughmygawd-fuck your slut so hard don’t stop donna stop ugh!!!!!!!!!’ between sobs and screams her tear stained faced begged orgasm after orgasm out of his beneficiating cock until he finally shot a hot burning load deep in her ass yanking the pulsating member in stages slowly and clumsily out of her gapping hole to splatter his still spewing spunk all over her cue ball shimmering quaking orbs of ass cheeks where his throbber cock slapped like a giant mackerel about her ass and the plateau of her lower back until he collapsed forward and his hot dog slide into the crevice of her still humping bun, sperm still shooting on her shoulders and highlighting the strands of her hair. She licked the heavy cream off her shoulders and marveled at the still virgin thick ropey taste?! It had been a decent forty minute power fuck of ceaseless cock slams at top speed into her ass and it had resulted in a large amount of spent seed spun and flung all about the alleyway, but it wasn’t enough of course.

Despite his panting, shuddering, and almost lifeless statue swaying body half keeling over above her, she quickly rolled over beneath him and shoved him up off of her and placed her a booted knee over each of his wracking shoulders. She disappointedly noticed he had managed to lose the hand gun some place during the ass fuck, but after glancing about her and being unable to locate it she decided to let it go and latched onto his still hard and dancing eel like cock and started to shimmy her pussy up his giant meat pole while licking her smiling lips, her eyes glimmered and bugged to watch the elephantine shaft disappear up her stretched to the limit pussy! “Ugh,” she panted and smiled. “Now that was a good warm up, now let’s get this super heroine rape underway with some serious hardcore pussy pounding ear bleeding cock fucking till I feel it in my tonsils inny-belly button into outy-belly button popping meat pole fucking. I want cum leaking out my ears, baby, okay? I want to be raped so hard I’ll still be cumming a week from next Thursday. I want you to burst my womb with cock meat. I want so much fuck pole up me that I die from cumming and it takes the mortician a week to remove the smile from my face. I want to feel like the entire U.S. Navy has used my little harbor for a docking port and left all its horny seamen behind. I want you to drill my pussy until your cock head breaks into day light in China. I want to orgasm screaming in seven dead languages. I want to feel like there’s a fucking Harley wedged up my cunt, okay Mr. Mask?” She giggled at him and placed her fists on either side of his head, “a Harley baby not some little moped, got it?” And she twisted her right wrist like she was gunning a throttle and made engine reviving noises, “Vroom vroom!” And giggled some more, but the Green mask still seemed uncertain and uneasy, almost…shy?! “Would it help if you gassed me again?” She didn’t want him to, she had definitely missed out on quiet the cock when she had been under before, but if it helped him with his confidence and his performance? He slowly shook his head. “Great, now let’s see what that super villain cock of yours can really do to teach a beaten bitch her place!” He was a bit slow on his up start but he was soon humping her pussy with some fine deep strokes that had her panting out an orgasm or two. It was definitely a world caliber cock he had, all the makings of a golden bull, but he was lacking the fire, the lust, maybe he was more Adonis than Ares, or maybe he was just… tired? Maybe he needed a pick me up? Maybe she was like the second or third super heroine he had raped that day? Kimberly couldn’t help but notice how with every orgasm her jugs felt heavier and well wet? An idea hit her born out of lust and instinct and she grabbed the back of the Green Masks panting head and pulled him down to her swollen bursting tit and forced him to suckle. ‘M-m-milk?’ she wondered at that through heavy orgasm lidded eyes. ‘I’m lactating? I’m Lactating!’ Her eyes suddenly widened and she clamped down on his head , ‘only super heroines lactate without being pregnant! Only an awoken Aphrodite gene makes milk after a good raping! Oh my gawd! I’ve done it! I’m a super heroine!’ She began to sob through her orgasms tears of joy and began to thrust up her newly excited hips corkscrewing them as the milk began to stir new life and lusts into the Green Mask. “Drain every drop,” she cooed and slipped her other nipple into his now furiously hungry mouth. “I want my titties to grow nice and big! OH, just like my m-milk is making your lovely cock swell up even l-larger in my p-p-pussy! Oh yes, darling! Faster, faster! Make you’re baby cuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

After several more hours of intense fucking the Green Mask hobbled off not too worse for wear, though he had trouble fitting his even larger, thanks to her super heroine milk, cock into his trousers. She let him go with a blown kiss and a wave too dizzy and exhausted to pursue him, she shouted out that she would bring him to justice on some other day, but it was a truce this time. She felt that deep blissful peace of sleep that the first Aphrodite gene awakened by orgasms produced in a woman, and all she wanted to do was make her way home and sleep. “Stupid rookie,” she muttered. “Hey, you forgot the money!” But he was already gone. Huh, she sighed and rose up to a sitting position on the ground and picked up a twenty dollar bill from the loosely blowing pile of money, the wind had picked up with the rising sun and now a light zephyr stole loot and hid it amongst the piles of debris in the alleyway.

When she had been a young girl her mother had taught her from a book called ‘one hundred and one origami’ how to make lots of animals and shapes from folding paper. She absently did this now with the twenty dollar bill and made a little lantern. She set the lantern down and it began to glow! She looked at it and concentrated harder, it grew into a larger lantern and filled the narrow alleyway with green light. She picked up another bill and made a street lamp by studying the one just beyond the alleyway opening. Though she had never made such a thing before her hands just ‘knew’ how to make all those intricate folds!

Kimberly had discovered her unique power! After several hours of trial and error she found that if she looked at something she could instantly make an origami of it out of paper and then by concentrating she could make that paper origami take on all the qualities of the item it duplicated. She made dozens of hundred dollar bill swans and they flew around her following her concentrated command and she could see what they saw, she sent them all about the city. If she made a lamp post and tore the bill nothing happened, but if she made a lamp post looking at a lamp post and then concentrated on the paper lamp post and tore it with her mind, then the real lamp post twisted and tore as well. All the one hundred and one origami that she had learned before her power manifested its self she could make at will and it took on the life of its subject, thus the swans flew and the lantern glowed, but cars she made by looking at them did nothing unless she concentrated hard on the paper car she had made and it then would move and the real car would mimic it. The original one hundred and one origami that she had learned in childhood could be changed in size larger or smaller regardless of the size of the paper she used, but not any of the new origami she made by looking at the world around her, they remained the same size and could only control the one item she had looked at when she made it and it took a lot of concentration for that to work at all.

Then she found that she could fold her own body into the one hundred and one origami shapes from her youth and take on their properties; she folded herself into a swan and flew about the city for a while before returning to the alleyway. It was exhausting to do that to her self and if her concentration faltered for even a second she unfolded back into her normal self! Not only that but she found that just like every other Aphrodite super heroine the more she used her special unique powers the hornier she became! The hornier she became the weaker the powers were, a powerful orgasm would surly rob her of her special origami powers for quiet some time!

Origami, as she now called herself, picked up another green bill and made an eye mask as she had as a child and grew it and placed it on her face where it adhered and behaved not like paper at all but as a vinyl mask would. A green mask in a nod for the Green Mask who had unlocked her powers for her, and she made two green gloves and sized them to her hands, though they continued to look like paper they took on a green leather quality. She made a daisy chain belt and a large “O” shaped belt buckle, the more paper she had on her the more paper she could have on hand to readily use to fight crime, and she had a sudden burning desire to fight crime!

And she would start with her father! Her father was the nefarious Tong ring leader Lay Mi Long Wang, he had raped his sixteen year old daughter repeatedly in an insane vain glorious desire for a ‘pure’ genetic successor and when she had finally become pregnant she had fled Wang with the help of one of his most trusted men and given birth to her, Mi Lay Long Wang, Wang’s much hoped for genetic successor. When Wang’s men had finally closed in on her mother she had secreted the child away in a distant rural village and killed herself to keep the secret. For decades Mi had waited for her powers to emerge and exact her revenge against her crime lord father and now here they were; Miss Origami! A true champion of Justice ready to do battle against the evil doers of the world! There was no time to waste! She folded herself into a swan and shot up into the sky! To China! To her father! To revenge! And then back to New York to settle a score with the Green Mask, for though he had triggered her powers in her with his Ares cock, she couldn’t let any such man defile a superior woman and get away with it! Yes, she would now be more than a match for any mere man with her new super powers, but first to China and an old wrong to be righted once and for all!