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The new computer is up and running but this is still the old brain dead one that is basically just a forty pound cell phone web browser now. I may keep it as such for a bit longer as I continue to upload programs into the new desktop. With the new computer operational I will now be using most of my anorexic free time to work on mainstream projects. And in fact I had not intended to write anymore super heroine porn bits for the rest of this year and well into the next as I try to recover lost ground. BUT… Mr. X is hinting of some sword and sorcery comics and images and of course IF he does do that it will send me into a shark feeding frenzy of scantily clad sword and sorcery stories; AND the last short story I submitted sucked. Hard to turn your back on a job not well done!

 

The problem is as always ‘time’ as it is for us all. Every toss off story I write whether a mainstream pulp or fan fic or one of these super heroine porn bits is always dictated by the unseen alarm clock of life. It effects them all. I can pick any old story posted here and most of it never made it through times tides to the shore intact. I wrote a zombie king story where a guy had his arms pinned by this zombie monster who bent the metal head board of the bed around his wrists and the heroine is about to free him and he yells at her to flee before the monster returns. In design the man was the secret zombie king and the monster a brainless servant of his but I ran out of time so the man just disappears and the brainless zombie becomes the zombie king. In steam city the wacko jacko that is peeping on the young heroine’s bed room and jerking off all the time was supposed to be a federal agent sent into the city to spy on its increasingly hostile leaders and who is working with the girls father to prevent the threat of war from said leaders, but again no time and all of those ideas got booted to the side.

 

In the last submission I had the whole night off (I work nights) and as I was leisurely writing the Hexanna Halloween tale I was also puttering about the house doing laundry, dishes, some vacuuming, tossing a pizza to be burnt in the oven (I always burn all my food because I forget its there as soon as I return to the keyboard) and the phone rings and wham! I am shaving and showering and heading into work.

 

I never have an idea before I start writing but once I start there they are. In the Hexanna story I had wanted there to be this mirror that shows you your secret dreams and past lives but really is sucking a bit of your life out of you, feeding on you so sublimely, and can be used by those in the know to suck all your life out of you suddenly and passing some of that on to another.

 

There was supposed to be an old woman witch married to a younger man (recently arrived and buying an old haunted house) and she wants to steal Hexanna’s life and powers so they invite her to a party. The old woman has invited a spiritual medium who is going to try and contact the spirit in the mirror as entertainment for the Halloween guests. The medium is a well known fraud and was supposed to be drunk at the party feeling up Hexanna and getting putdown and snubbed by her and stomping off all angry.

 

The old woman is pretending to be an old relative visiting the family while the man has hired a traveling exotic dancer woman from a local strip club to dress up in costume and pretend to be his young wife. Everyone was supposed to be in costume as this was a Halloween costume party. This is because soon the old woman will be young again.

 

Hexanna is suspicious and searching the large creepy house just after the botched séance with the mirror and finds the drunken spiritualist dead. He is dead because the old woman used the mirror on him and took his place dressed in a white shroud at the mirror séance. But her plan to attack Hexanna at the séance and blame it on the mirror and the spiritualist fails. Latter the young girl is found dead as well and you can see where this is all going. The cops blame the missing mirror and drunken revenge bound spiritualist but Hexanna thinks its this husband and wife.

 

Anyway none of that made it past that phone call to come into work and I only ended up with about thirty minutes to sprint off the sudden end to a story that I had thought I would have a good four hours to stroll through. Such is such. But as I said for a possible last story for the next few months if not longer I thought it was kind of lame and more over it never got any kind of Halloween aspect to it. I mean it was almost as bad as that Christmas special where they sloppily swap out the doctor who’s and the only thing remotely ‘Christmas’ about the whole episode is that it took place on a planetoid in a town inexplicably called, ‘Christmas’?! WTF?!

 

So I thought I had better give it all one more shot. Rook.

 

 

TITS AND TEATS

 

“Our recent survey says nine out of ten people enjoy a good gang rape!” Carla Rodgers looked around her at the nine men pinning her into the small side street and swallowed hard. “How about we rip that jailbait slut outfit off you and pound your holes for the next couple of hours bitch! Sound like a nice enjoyable leisurely afternoon to you?” The man speaking with the scar on his face and the equally grotesque sneer was already unzipping his pants and fishing inside his dirty jeans for his semi-erect cock as the other eight men began to do the same.

 

 

Carla backed up until she smacked up against the red brick wall of the building that was cutting off her only retreat that did not involve passing through the offensive front line of six foot four mountains of muscle hemming in around her. “Now look boys, I’m not really jailbait. I am in my first year at Delta City College. I have my graduation certificate on my wall and everything!” She left off that she had graduated high school two years early with full honors. “And I feel I should tell you that as far as my outfit, I got this at Wal-Mart and it does not get any more sexually repressive than that!“ Again she did not feel the need to mention that she shopped in the young miss section buying tops and bottoms several sizes too small for her skinny but ample frame which she further altered with a salacious eye and a pair of scissors! “Oh and did I mention,” she suddenly yanked down her tube top flashing her perfect full double GG cup teen tits causing the encroaching men to suddenly stop and stare.  “I have a certificate from my high school self defense class on the wall right next to my diploma?!”

 

 

Carla slammed her boot toe into the exposed crotch of the nearest man and vaulted over his collapsing form as she landed rolled and brought down the next man with a leg sweep kick and then stomped on his stomach as she sprinted for the chain link fence that separated the trash strewn back lot of another red brick building from the street she was in. She launched into a leap handstand flip off a dumpster sitting next to the fence and caught the top galvanized bar of the fence in one hand as she continued her flip/cartwheel over the fence top and landing with a gymnastic pose of finesse and grace with arms up at an angle and back arched and butt shoved out and chest thrust proud and a smile on her beautiful face as her fingers made the best swan wing tips she could muster but as she took a step back to take a bow to the confused befuddled men her boot heel landed on an empty bottle and she skidded and fell on her ass.

 

 

Carla rolled to one side and rubbed her round full bubble butt cheeks that were for the most part fully exposed in her skin tight shorts. She winced at the pain of her ass plant and then frowned as her ankle in her little belted stiletto heel ankle boots stung as she moved her leg. She wondered if she had twisted it but when she crawled up onto her feet the pain was gone and she breathed a sigh of relief that she had not broken or twisted anything as she always seemed to be bumping or falling into or over things all the time. “All those years of gymnastics and yoga and I am still a klutz!” Carla muttered to herself as she dusted the tarmac grime off her legs and backside.

 

 

The men on the other side of the fence where cursing her loudly and struggling to try and climb up and over the fence and failing miserably. “Not that my Aphrodite gene healing doesn’t almost instantly take care of any bruise or sprang. But it is powerless against the sure embarrassment that can linger for days if not weeks when you pull a Barney right in front of a crowd of people.” She eyed the men who were now red faced and sweating as they struggled against the fence. On had tried to climb up on the trash dumpster but had slipped on the plastic split-top lid that was closed and fallen inside the open lid into the piles of garbage much to the young teens amusement. “They have forgotten to put their little dicks away!” She snickered again as she watched the still erect cocks bouncing around on the howling  men like red angry red pointing fingers. She utterly failed to notice her own top was still yanked down and her boobs fully on naked display. “Still it won’t take them long to realize if they just team up they can help each over that fence in no time at all. I had better make my exit stage right while the going is good.” Carla Rodgers shouted out a loud goodbye jerks and flipped the men off and then turned to the red brick building that formed a large ‘U-shape’ of which the chain link fence sealed off its fourth side.

 

 

 

The yard was littered with trash and large pieces of derelict rusted machinery and was obviously the back of some long abandoned factory. She eyed a small back loading dock with a large garage door and a smaller metal door and headed to the ramp and short black metal stair case that lead up to them. “The fence is the newest thing around here. It must have been put there after they closed down the factory to keep people out here.” Carla found the old door had been hasped and locked but the paddle lock was missing and the metal door opened with several stubborn pushes from her shoulder with a loud long shuddering screech.

 

 

After a few peeks around the moldering loading dock dimly lit by grimly windows on her left she forced the door closed and rammed a steel handle of a mop she nearly tripped over in front of the door through the door handle thus sealing off the door behind her. “Someone else must have had that same mop handle rammed through the handle to keep it shut. I was lucky it slipped through to the tip and I managed to bend it with my shoves or that door would never have opened. I just hope I managed to wedge it in there a bit better than the last guy!”

 

 

The room she was in was an off shoot of the loading dock bay. To her left was the cavernous loading bay room where the cement floor was mostly bare and iron support girders ran up to the high ceiling of more iron girders and webs of metal wires and the occasional glass window mostly with grimed panes of glass or missing their panes all together letting the cold gray autumn afternoon pale light bleed in dust mote slats. Small short iron stair cases led up to walkways of raised iron grated catwalks that lead circled the room and lead to closed doors.

 

 

Directly in front of her closing off her immediate view on all three sides was a small break room. The break room was open and wall-less on her left where the large loading dock bay sat in its dim gloom and closed-in in front of her and on her right. The old soda machine was still against the wall in front of her as well as a much battered and empty vending machine for snacks. A waist high Formica topped counter with sink and facet ran along the wall next to the hulking metal soda and candy bar machines. There were a few cabinets above it with their doors ripped off and lying on the floor. A metal legged table and a few bent up chairs lay there as well. To her right was a wooden door half off its hinges and half open. A broken water cooler was wedged into the opening half blocking any access to the dark hallway beyond.

 

 

Carla rubbed her itchy nose and wondered how many homeless people where currently residing in the building and how many meth labs were secreted about the place. The outer wall of the small courtyard had not had any gang tags on it so no one was laying claim to it. Which was odd.

 

 

Suddenly the door behind her wrenched hard against the metal mop handle she had slipped through door handle and she startled forward in surprise. The jerking continued and she watched the mop handle start to slip and wiggle down out of the handle as it did so. “So they finally figured out a way over the fence.” She could hear the men’s muffled voices arguing as they continued to kick and pull on the stubborn door. “Looks like its time for me to find another way out of this place and fast!”

 

 

The way to the raised gantry doors was open. She could easily sprint down the short steps of the raised blister of the break room and across the cement floor and up one of the iron steps that lead to the wrap around walkway where several wooden doors sat some closed some open inviting her. But… she turned to the door on her right that lead out of the break room where someone had wedged the water cooler. It would be a difficult squeeze to get her large teen breasts and full pert bottom through that narrow space but she could just manage it.

 

 

“The men when they force that door open will naturally assume I have crossed the loading dock area and entered one of those adjacent rooms. They will ignore this door here as it is blocked and with the dirt and grime can be seen to have been blocked for quiet some time!” Carla forced her way through the half opened door trying desperately not to disturb the pile blocking it too much which she found upon closer inspection to include a file cabinet as well.

 

 

Free upon the other side she found herself in a dark hallway with its tile pealing up and its walls covered in gray green molds. The wrenching sound of the men slamming into the door continued and she could tell by the voices that some progress had been made and the door was lurching steadily inward giving way. She quickly and as carefully as possible made her way down the hallway. All the doorways were to her left as she proceeded down the murky dusty hallway as the right wall was also the outer wall to the fenced in court yard. Only an occasional wire meshed coved and filth covered window over looking this courtyard provided her with any illumination and she had to move as rapidly but as cautiously as she could through the narrow warren.

 

 

There was a loud crash behind her and she knew that the metal exterior door had been finally forced. The men where inside and from their barking voices were furiously in pursuit of her. She had just turned the corner of the main hallway she was in and was proceeding down it where it now revealed doorways on both sides of the hallway as it lead her deeper and deeper into the bowels of the ancient building when she heard the unmistakable sounds of the pile of debris wedged into the door leading to her being kicked and smashed asunder. “Nine men,” she thought. “I had not realized such a number would of could of course afford them the luxury of spreading out into multiply search parties.” She increased her speed the sound of the refuse being shoved and pulled out of the blocked doorway masking any sound her boot heels now made on the broken tiled floor.

 

 

The hallway its self other than the several wooden doors and a couple of niches where long dead and empty vending machines and broken furniture and a plastic plant resided lead to a tiled staircase leading down. “I don’t want to go down,” the young teen thought slightly panicked and put a finger in her mouth as she mulled over the thought of retracing her steps and trying one of the closed doors or slipping into one of the open door rooms. The rooms like the hallway were steadily getting darker as she had branched away from any of the outer windows. She listened to the slamming smashing of what must have been at least three or four men kicking in doors and searching the rooms behind her and wondered what her chances might be to hide and not be found? She saw the flicker of cigarette lighters glancing on the walls where the corner junction of her hallway and the hallway with the once blocked door connected and shook her head. “It sounds like they over turning every desk and knocking aside every file cabinet in each room. I will never be able to hide or ambush them. It’s either meet them head on and fight them or…”

 

 

Carla made her way slowly but steadily down the square cornered descending staircase. The walls were tiled and the floor was some kind of rough concrete with metal strips set into the treads to prevent slipping. A series of metal hand rails ran along the outer wall and she slid her hand over them as she forced herself to proceed down into the rapidly growing inky darkness. She could see  nothing now and she occasionally breathless banged into what felt like rusted old oil cans that smelled of charred wood and rubbish. The sounds of pursuit had diminished as the wolves had to stop and search every room but if they heard her they would be upon in heartbeat seconds!

 

 

Carla continued down the switchback staircase occasionally the hand rail broke for a space where a large metal door was set on the mezzanine landings but each door had been locked and with each door that she could not open and had to pass her heart rose higher and higher in her throat. “If I can’t find a door that I can open then I will be forced to fight these men in this narrow stairwell. And I know that they have their cell phones out and are talking to the other groups searching for me as I heard them in the hallway and could see their cell phone lights mixing with the cigarette lighter flames. I am out of costume and without my shield I am not sure I can take out ten grown men without getting some kind of drop on them. These are not purse snatchers these are lean and mean street thugs! I have to gain some kind of advantage on them or I won’t stand much of a chance!”

 

 

Suddenly the young teen found herself splashing in water up over the arch of her ankle boots. The steps had abruptly terminated into a floor covered in a metal grate and she was forced to walk as much as possible on her toes to keep her heels from catching in the submerged grating. The walls had narrowed in and she found in a few water sloshing strides to pressing her blind hands up against a metal door unlike the others set in what felt like thick concrete. She found the handle a round wheel device like the kind one saw on old submarine world war two movies. She turned the screw handle and there was the screeching popping sound of the side clamps on the door giving way. “I hope its not a wall of water waiting on the other side,” she suddenly thought way too late as usual. But it wasn’t. Instead the inky blackness gave way to a dimly lit passage. The walls and ceiling and floor were made entirely out of cement with a metal grating floor covered in a couple of inches of water. Light seeped out from foot long elongated plastic coated bars set in equal spaces along the side of the walls where large black cables ran in black metal harnesses.

 

 

“It’s some kind of access tunnel?” There was a loud bang of a metal oil can being knocked over in the stairwell above and behind her followed by loud curses and she watched the flicking mix of cigarette lighter flames and cell phone screen lights glint on the water reflected walls. “They must have heard me open this door?!” Carla stepped through the hatchway and quickly swung the door closed and spun its wheel lock tight. “I have no way to lock or block this door!”

 

 

Carla quickly sloshed her way along the narrow tunnel moving as rapidly as possible around its many twists and turns but could find no branching off corridor or other doorway. The tunnel just seemed to absently wind this way and that without rhyme or reason. She had just found a short stair case leading up out of the water but into an almost identical continuation of the tunnel when suddenly the loud banging echo of the side locks being undone by the wheel handle reverberated through out the narrow tunnel. “They have found the submarine door and opened it!” Carla quickly made her way up the short stairs and rushed as fast a possible along the tunnel corridor. “I have to find a way out or some place I can stage an ambush! No telling how many of them are behind me now!”

 

 

As if on cue she found another hatchway door and beyond that the familiar tunnel branched into a ‘T’ section. In just a few paces on either side of the T-section the left passageway ended in a staircase leading up and the right passageway ended in a staircase leading down. “If I can get above ground and find a window or get outside I can summon my shield to me!” Carla Rodgers could mentally command her shield to fly to her providing the distance was not more than a mile. As such she kept her shield when she was in her civilian clothes, as she was now, not in her dorm room but up on the rooftop secreted away and ready to obey her command and fly to her. In order to not raise suspicion she had befriended the geeky boy  who raised pigeons in a pigeon coop up on the roof and used her visiting him up there as well as the birds as an excuse to both get a rooftop access door key from the horny teen pervert and to have a reason to be up there so often.

 

 

Once she had her shield she could hold it with both arms outstretched above her head and use its vibration powers to flash transform out of her civilian clothes and into her Shield costume and then let these would be rapists beware!

 

 

Carla turned towards the staircase leading upwards but froze in horror as she heard distinct voices and saw the same lighter and cell phone lights play over the walls. Another group of the nine men were coming down the staircase toward her!

 

 

The young teen quickly reversed her steps and raced down the staircase leading downwards even as the last hatchway she had passed through began to have its wheel handle slowly turned by the men on the other side of it!

 

 

As soon as the two groups meet they will know she had taken the staircase leading downwards so she lost no time in racing down the stairs which turned sharply and quickly deposited her in a rectangular low ceiling room full of short squat black consoles and metal housing shrouds. A low murmur of pulsing electric equipment ebbed from a few of the dirty dialed blinking slabs but most of the appeared dead. Water gurgled loudly now and then in large pipes that turned the room into a maze. The room was lit by a few of the same heavy plastic covered dim lights stuck along the side walls leaving most of the room in thick shadows.

 

 

The room had several good areas where she could crouch and spring out at the pursuing men but taking on three or four men was a different prospect than taking on six or seven?! She continued across the room weaving around the obtrusions rising out of the floor and zeroed in on one of two doors she could now see. One was directly in front of her straight across from the staircase that debouched into the room that she had descended and emerged from. The second door was only noticed as she made her way half way across the room it was to her left and set back behind a fenced cage containing what must have been a large electric substation generator. This door was more discrete and she turned in her mad rush and made for it. It was another of the wheel lock doors and she twisted the handle fiercely until the hatch popped open and she slipped quickly through it as she could already hear the footsteps of the men moving upon the stair treads.

 

 

She did not wheel lock the door shut knowing it would make a loud clang as it did so and instead left it partly open and hurried down the new series of door lined hallways she now found herself rushing through. The doors were all wooden now and the hallway looked less like Hitler’s bunker and more like an office building. She hurried down as many hallways as she could randomly opening doors as she went knowing the men would be forced to stop and search every room especially any where the door looked recently opened.

 

 

The industrial wall lights were now replaced with over head incandescent lights and while these seemed to be on they were mostly burned out and the hallway was dim and the air was musty and heavily congested with a rank odor and foul stillness. “I do not understand why a factory would have office rooms underground?” Clara walked nervously around the hallways which had become very short now terminating rapidly into branches of other hallways and she was no longer sure she was still moving away from the men hunting her down or towards them. “And where the hell is the elevator?! I am sick and tired of going up and down staircases in heels!”

 

 

There were also no fire exits or apparently any other way out than the one she had used to enter the maze of offices? Increasingly curious and with no sounds of nearing pursuit Carla began to stop and enter some of the offices. The power was still on and in those offices where she could switch on a light she took the time to linger and survey the surroundings. The first thing she realized was unlike the upper rooms of the factory which had been obviously stripped before it was closed and then gutted by the homeless and vagrants, these lower offices had been abandoned in an apparent hurry as all the furnishings remained as well as all the refuse of a cluttered busy business. But what business had this place been?

 

 

Above she had seen modern vending machines, ravaged but made in the last decade, same with the few pieces of furniture she had seen littering the hallways. But down here? She thumbed through the papers and open manila folders that lay on desks of wood and metal under lamps of bronze with green glass shades and little brass ball chains that clicked them on and off. She looked up on a wall covered in a corkboard framed memo board. It was covered in fountain pen scrawled notes held in place by metal thumb tacks? Next to it on the wall was a large printed calendar its date across the top read; ‘1928’ and it was open to November and covered in more fountain pen scrawls.

 

Carla Rogers picked up the heavy black phone receiver on the desk and then placed it back in its cradle where a radial dial sat. “Nineteen twenty eight?! Man what is this place? It certainly dose not seem to be a part of the factory up above. I mean I think they made Furbies up there?!”

 

 

Office after office was filled with furniture and file cabinets all dating back to the late twenties. Most of the notes were illegible but here and there were occasional posters and metal stick pin badges and a few bumper stickers that all showed images and slogans for TEEN PUSSY! The most common slogan being simply ‘I LOVE TEEN PUSSY!’ or the word ‘LOVE’ being replaced with a large red heart with cat ears on top of it. Carla recognized some of the images of the girl in the cat get up. She had been a teen super heroine back in the late twenties and early thirties. The product of some kind of ‘special project’ by a Doctor Hardcock. The guy was a loon. He has somehow found a way to trigger a dormant Aphrodite gene in this teen girl and used her to fight crime in Delta City. The girl went around in what for the time was an utterly scandalous get up of cat ears, mask, gloves, thigh high boots and very little else, you could almost call it a proto-type sling bikini. The public had been shocked and outraged. When it was inadvertently discovered that the girl had to ‘charge’ her enhanced powers by chugging male sperm, outrage turned to fury and the politicians and police got involved.

 

 

It didn’t help that the good Doctor had become embroiled in recent radio broadcast discussions on Capital Hill. Women freshly empowered with the right to vote wanted the age of consensual sex raised up to eighteen. It had unofficially been sixteen though the various states said that marriage could take place at thirteen and that to be legally married the marriage had to be consummated. So the legal age could have been taken to be thirteen in many states! Doctor Hardcock was the most vocal opponent to this. He stated in front of congress again and again that to create a law that forbid sex based on age would be unnatural. He pointed out that if all women had waited until they were eighteen over the past thousands of years none of the human race would have survived as life expectancy seldom reached twenty seven for over eighty percent of human history. He pointed out that the Spartans decided only men thirty years of age or older should have sex and they died out in just a hundred years. The Romans under Constantine decided they too would over ride the will of nature and God who created teens with the most powerful drive for procreation and passed a law forbidding sex for anyone under the age of twenty. And they lost their empire in an eye blink after that. He pulled out sheaves of facts and showed that every society that created a law of sex based on age rather on independent will no longer existed. “It transforms every government that does so into an invasive repressive hostile occupying force that seeds dissentient and anger amongst its very future! It is unnatural and it is ungodly!”

 

 

Such controversial statements playing on the radio at the same time that the newspapers were headlining the scandalous Teen Pussy incidents was more than the public could handle. Sure you could lynch a ‘n*gger’ in a public state park and that was legal but you could not have a girl going around in her undies fighting crime! That the criminals all seemed to have political and police connections did not seem to warrant a mention in any of the public media but when word leaked out that the young teen girl sucked on men’s tallywackers in order to recharge her ability to trigger her Aphrodite gene that made every gossips tongue in the nation wag!

 

 

Personally from what little she had heard from the matter Carla Rodgers had thought most of the downfall and sudden disappearance of Teen Pussy had been due to the young girls blatant outspoken views on sex. Teen Pussy constantly stated that she liked sex and enjoyed a good ‘achieving’ as she called an orgasm and thought a woman should have the right to engage in sexual activity with as many men as she wanted and did not need to save herself for a husband. “Girl you were several decades before your time,” Carla looked at the poster of the proto-feminist who lived almost forty years before the term was coined.

 

 

“I wonder what happened to her?” Carla mused as she moved from one office to the next noticing that the memorabilia seemed prevalent throughout most of the small rooms. “She must have been very popular in her time for there to be so many images of her in these offices? I never realized she was that famous? Well she was one of the first Delta City heroines to get national recognition but of course not for the most positive of reasons. I bet she took off the mask when things got crazy with all those warrants for her arrest for public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior and became a teacher or nurse or just a housewife somewhere; married with four kids and a mortgage in some suburban ranch style one car garage on some cul-de-sac. “I wonder if I have passed her kids or grandkids in the street? I bet they never even knew their mother/grandmother was a crime fighter and once wanted by the District Attorneys Office for sex crimes! Ha!”

 

 

Carla stopped something about the idea of this teen girl standing up for her rights before they were rights against a whole nation of hypocrites and corrupt government that she risked her life daily to fight against made her cringe against the idea of her running and hiding. “We have come a long way girl. I just hoped you lived long enough to see it! I am sick and tired of fleeing from these assholes. I was hesitant to face them without my shield and costume but I have had enough!”

 

 

As long as she was touching her shield the sympathetic vibrations accented her level one Aphrodite active gene and increased her strength, agility, and amped up her healing powers as well. In fact compared to when she was holding the shield and when she wasn’t she lost nearly all her enhanced powers! She retained only 25% of her active gene’s abilities if she lost contact with the shield. This made even throwing the shield in combat risky as soon as it left her gloved hand she could feel her strength and agility fade by 75% and that left her a bit nervous if for some reason the shield could not be called back to her hand by her mind control over it!

 

 

But shield or no shield Carla Rodgers was fed up with being chased around by some penny and dime rapists! “Besides I had not planned on spending my Halloween afternoon in some dark subterranean creepy smelly dungeon trying not to get raped! Well, er, not out of costume anyway! It’s time I face those street bozos and teach them a lesson they will be showing scars from ten years from now and telling everyone they were in Desert Storm. ‘Got that one saving a baby camel that belonged to the Shaw! Yep, gave me a medal for that!’ Weird how you can even beat these scum and they still somehow make it work for them?! I’ll beat them to a pulp and they will be getting free drinks and pussy from the bruises a day latter!”

 

 

Carla sighed and headed back toward the metal hatch door that lead back to the low ceiling room with the low squat black humming machinery. Or at least she thought she did. In fact she wandered around the maze of short hallways until she finally stumbled across the longer hallway leading out. The door was still partially open which she took that as well as not actually walking breast into chest with anyone to mean no one had followed her through the hatchway door.

 

 

She opened the door slowly and carefully entered the rectangular room. The large hatchway door that could be seen from the staircase that entered the room opposite of it was now on her left and it was open. “The must have all went in there thinking I had gone in there as well? Strange they had not seen this second door but I guess if they were in a hurry realizing I was only just a head of them they might not have seen it out of their peripheral vision as I had. Still, very sloppy!”

 

 

“Hmm I should take a peak rather than simply escaping. If they are all inside that room and I can somehow manage to close and lock that doorway hatch I will have a nice present for the police when I get out of here.” Carla moved slowly toward the open hatchway in a crouch of readiness and wished she had more combat capabilities than a high school course in self defense. True the instructor, a middle age married man who normally taught wrestling and gym class, had insisted on using her as his demonstration partner for the four week long course so she had a lot more experience than most girls with getting felt up and having a hard dick ground into your ass in front of dozens of people.

 

 

She expected hallways. For the past two hours she had been seeing nothing but dirty smelly cramped littered hallways or not seeing them depending on the light source. The light source in this room consisted of several green glowing screens and illuminated dials and a large glass tube full of blue glowing bubbly liquid. It was about the equivalent of  a lone street lamp on a foggy dark night as far as candle power went but it showed brightly enough for her to make that it was a room not much larger than the one proceeding it and just as low ceiling and with even more black machines sticking up out of the floor. But mostly she noticed the dead bodies.

 

 

There were dozens of them. Most of them were rotting corpses that had apparently been lying there for quiet some time. And there were fresh new bleeding corpses that she sort of recognized as her pursuing would be rapists. Suddenly Carla thought of the homeless who like cockroaches found their way everywhere and into everything and how they had not been here. A few burring barrels a few ‘nests’ a few blockades but no homeless people anywhere? She realized that sooner or latter they had all come down here. Looking around. Snooping. Scavenging. Trying to survive. And all of them had eventually found this large huge hatchway door and opened it.

 

 

Carla peered into the shadows of the room taking a full step back so she was already back out the threshold of the open hatchway still in her crouched stance. There was something deadly in that room and it killed indiscriminately. A normal person would have turned tail and ran having somehow avoided that tar pit of black shadow death that had swallowed so many others but the Aphrodite gene does more than ramp up a girls boob size and give her powers to punch holes through a brick wall and make her hornier than a goat! No it creates a moral infallibility to ‘fix’ things that seem inherently wrong. It makes a woman a problem solver regardless if she is any good at solving problems or not.

 

 

Carla eyed the walls and ceiling for laser turrets and then reminded herself this was nineteen twenties tech here and frowned wondering what in such a time period could strike with such lethal results to so many so quickly? “Electrified floor perhaps?” She gazed at the floor but it was covered in blood and body parts. “I don’t think you can shock someone to pieces?”

 

 

“Reloading finished! New target acquired!” The voice was sudden and loud and it emerged from the shadows with bullets blaring! The heavy open hatchway shielded her from the rain of bullets as she lurched backwards into the other room. “It’s some kind of robot!”

 

 

True enough a large bulky mechanical man came lurching into view from around the hatchway door and proceeded to start blasting away at her again as she rolled under its shower of death and came up shutting the door as fast as she could. The door shut slowly but the thing made no effort to leave the room or stop her from shutting the door. The bullets ended with a clicking sound and as the hatch slammed shut she heard the mechanical voice ring out, “reload!”

 

 

Carla backed away from the sealed hatchway waiting for the robot to open it but nothing happened. She continued backing up until she was at the base of the staircase leading up and out of the lower rooms. Still the hatchway remained closed. “That THING has a tommy gun for a left hand! Must be a prototype as those things did not become common place until after World War Two! Its right hand had three fingers on it so not a guy in a suit of armor but some kind of machine! Seems to be programmed to remain in that room. Must be guarding something important! Well I can’t leave a homicidal nineteen twenties tin can rampaging around in a basement killing people! I got to shut that thing down but first I am going to need my shield for this!”

 

 

Carla ran back through the submerged tunnels splashing water and trying not to skid or catch a heel in the grating and then back up the staircase of the factory proper. In the upper hallways she ran smack into the arms of the leader of the gang who had tried to rape her. Unfortunately he had heard her running up the stairs and crashing through the refuse of the hallway and had ambushed her with a trash can smack to the side of her head.

 

 

She had staggered and he had wailed on her stunned head and body with his fists and feet until she found herself down with her head spinning wildly her Aphrodite gene struggling to repair and heal bones and tissue almost as fast as they could break. Such healing power had its limits and those limits were set on the amount of ready gene laced milk she had in her breasts! Her body consumed the milk internally as needed rapidly creating more and more to replenish it and storing it in her breast tissue. If she used up too much, either through exertion or a milking, her Aphrodite gene would sense this through blind mechanics and increase her bust size permanently so as to avoid her ever again running out of fuel for her powers. This naturally meant the longer a super heroine spent her time fighting crime the larger her busts would become over time. Perhaps not the most perfect system by it sure beat sucking down spunk as Teen Pussy used to have to do!

 

 

She lay there moaning and then realized she had been picked up off the filthy tile of the hallway and was now being dragged along by her arms. She must have slipped entirely into unconsciousness for she suddenly found herself jarred awake by a sudden blow. She dimly realized she was laying face down on a wobbly table. She opened her eyes. Wobbly table in the break room where she had entered the factory from the yard when she had first entered the building she noted her thoughts tripping around in circles backwards and sideways like a drunken cat. She turned her head to her other cheek moaning again the light was bright on this side of her head because the door had been ripped off its hinges and was no where in sight.

 

 

She narrowed her eyes against the dull gray light and felt something oddly familiar slip between her thighs… a penis! Hard and erect with its head wet with pre-cum! She smiled broadly a deep and satisfying smile. ‘I am going to get fuckered! Yes! I need a good fuck!’ she thought, but then the smile fell from her sleepy face, ‘oh it’s tinny!’ she sighed. ‘Not really a fuck if its tiny! More like a tease! I will never cumm from something so small!’ she began to wiggle on the table trying to pull her upper body up off the gritty surface so she could look around at the guy and tell him not to bother. But a hand shoved her down hard again. She moaned. ‘That hurt,’ she thought. ‘And he is having trouble getting it in?! this sucks! He doesn’t even know what he is doing!’ She struggled to raise her upper body up off the table so she could again turn around and speak to the man over her shoulder and tell him to stop. And again the hand shoved her down but this time it remained on the back of her head. “OUCH!” she mumbled and tried to tell him how much he sucked at fuckering, but found it hard to get the words from her head to her mouth. ‘Her mouth!” there was some kind of cloth over her mouth and nose?

 

 

She breathed in deeply. It felt like some wind was blowing through a field of flowers and the wind picked the flowers and now a  wind full of flowers was passing through  her skin. Flowers that turned into sailing ships. Sails turned into big fluffy clouds and clouds into cotton and cotton into this scent the scent of flowers but flowers no longer living flowers that some how picked her mind up by the roots and tossed them… chloroform! A stench like rotted fruit someone had sprayed air freshener on! ‘I have been drugged! No wonder my pussy is so hungry for cock! I have to stop this! Now!’

 

 

Whoever the man was he was STILL having trouble getting his pecker into her love hole which was infuriating as her love hole was wet and wanting for cock thanks to her chloroform sandwich still stuck to her face. His hand on the back of her head and his other hand trying to guide his cock into her snatch had him distracted so she was able to reach up and clumsily yank the cotton padding roughly duct tapped to her face off and drop it off the table edge. She took several deep breaths blowing the spider webs out of her mind and pushing the dull ach of post anesthesia out of her frontal lobes. ‘This gassing is going to play havoc with my Aphrodite gene powers for a while. I will need to take him by surprise!’ Carla thought to herself as she gulped down lung full’s of reasonably fresh air.

 

 

Carla felt her body returning to her in pieces and phases like a lunar eclipse ending as its observed through a telescope made out of coke bottle bottom glass. She realized he was having so much trouble inserting his questionable small penis into her willing hole because he had not removed her bottoms all the way but had yanked them aside. So that her skin tight hot pants were slipping back over her full round buttocks and with him trying to hold the base of his cock to guide it and the hot pants slipping back into place and his other hand occupied with holding her body down against the table he was not getting anywhere.

 

 

Carla kicked out her legs lightly and her booted heels told her he had yanked his jeans down to his knees not bothering to remove his pants. ‘Perfect!’ She thought and waited for the increasingly frustrated man to remove his hand off her head and use both hands to insert his penis into her sopping wet needy hole.

 

 

When he did remove his hand she waited a second and then spun around on the table while kicking her legs into his shins. He comically waved both his arms as he fell helplessly backwards. She landed several blows to his head with her stilettos until she was confident he was not getting up anytime soon and then picked up the cotton pad off the floor and put it on over his nose and mouth. “Nighty Night little man,” Carla smirked and then reaching down and yanking her soaked hot pants back into place she realized for the first time that she had left her top yanked down and her tits on full display since she used her perfect full firm breasts as an initial distraction hours ago to escape these thugs and with a clearing of her throat put her Girls’ away.

 

 

Carla entered the fenced off rubbish filled yard that had once been a loading dock and made her way out to its center. “Not that it maters much now anyway. As its time I changed into my work clothes!” The young teen made a quick reconnoiter to make sure no one was around then took out her dorm room keys from her small fanny pack she wore on her clipped to her hot pants and keyed the remote car alarm key fob. She did not own a car but no one questioned a remote car fob on a key chain. She held down the button until the little LED light flashed green meaning the signal was in range and had been received. She now concentrated on her shield.

 

 

 

Almost a mile away back at the campus dorm rooms up on the roof on the far side away from the pigeon coops a somewhat primitive but effective catapult rose up out of the fake air-conditioner unit housing and slingshot a bright red and white and blue disk into the air. The disk picked up speed as it flew until it was a blur of zigzagging vapor trails zipping through the sky! In mere moments it soared through the side street and landed in Carla Rodger’s expert grasp. She held the shield above her head with both hands and concentrating let the shields constant vibrations shower down over and through her entire body until they all seemed to gather in her own always vibrating breasts and swell like an echo in a well.

 

 

In a flash Carla Rodgers with her tube top and hot pants and ankle boots and fanny pack had been transformed into Shield with her patriotic hued costume and mask! She loved the sudden rush of power that the shield poured into her body. She felt like she could take on an army with one gloved hand! She did however realize that much of the sense of power was illusionary. Even with the shield touching her body her powers were still only a level one Aphrodite awakened gene. She could not bench press a four hundred pound man let alone a bus nor could she fly or for that mater even sprint as fast or fight as well as some of the men she had faced. But she was a lot smarter than most people she met, but in Delta City that wasn’t saying a whole lot.

 

 

Her brown hair was now strawberry red and her one piece suit of tight red cloth and spangled with gold stars fit her lithe 5 foot 7 inches body like a camel toeing glove. On her hands were blue gloves that reached up to her mid forearms and on her feet she wore blue white trimmed boots that rose up to her knees. Her 36 double GG cup breasts strained her semi-transparent suit and her 24 inch narrow waist sat atop her 36 jutting bubble butt hips which the back of her suit left much of their round fullness on display. She was a one hundred and nineteen pound power house of pure spunk and brains. And as she returned inside the building to start her descent back down to face the bullet spewing robot she was smart enough to know exactly how dangerous this whole thing could be.

 

 

The large hatchway door was still sealed up shut and she swallowed hard and shook out her hands before spinning its wheel lock and pushing it slowly open. “Okay tin man here I am! Come on big and creepy I know you are there!” She stood by the open hatchway not venturing into the dimly lit room. The thing clanged into sight and unloaded a barrage of bullets at her as she raised her shield and rolled behind a one of the metal consoles protruding up through the floor lining the central room. “Come on big and ugly I am out here and I am not going in there so if you want me you have to come out and get me!”

 

 

“Reload!” the robot called out and yanked its round carousel cartridge clip out of its right gun arm and turned back to head to what must have been a rather large store of similar tommy gun clips.

 

 

“It won’t venture past the door threshold!” Shield raced forward and grabbed up the heavy cable she had placed in front of the door. She ran into the room and skidded on all the thousands of empty expelled cartridges that littered the ground like marbles. She dropped the cable and rolled back outside as another spew of bullets dug into the walls around her and pinged off her shield.

 

 

The robot followed her up to the open door and then blasted away as she rolled from one bullet chewed up console to another as it hammered away at her indestructible shield. “Gotta stay alive to make this work!”

 

 

“Reload!”

 

 

“Gottacha!” Shield stood up as soon as she heard the robot call out and flung her shield at the cable. It sliced through the cable like a hot knife though butter and she raced over and flipped the breaker switch to the chain fenced power generator. She had used her shield earlier to cut through the lock on the gate and had disconnected one of the main cables and now that frayed cable sent millions of volts of raw electricity through the floor plate at the robots feet. A few seconds was all that was required to short out the metal man but Shield let the current ride a full minute just to be on the safe side.

 

 

When she entered the room it smelled like roasted pork. The corpses next to the metal plate where the robot had fried had been cooked through. She retrieved her shield and began a cautious investigation of the room. The only thing other than numerous dead bodies and a dozen empty ammo cases with a single half full ammo case was the large blue glowing tube of liquid that was not quiet water and not quiet jelly.

 

 

She couldn’t tell if it had been bullets or her frying the robot and thus the floor and apparently half the equipment in the room but the glass tube was acting funny and leaking badly amidst several flashing warning lights. Shield watched as the glass tube emptied and she found herself staring in complete surprise and shock at, “TEEN PUSSY!”

 

 

Shield helped the groggy teen out of the glass tube and onto her feet and then after finding her costume in a storage locker but no other clothing helped the young girl into her super heroine outfit. A few minutes later a much more revived and aware Teen Pussy followed Shield out of the charnel house room and into the less stomach churning sights and smells of the main central room.

 

 

“Are you alright?” Shield asked the young girl unable to stop staring at the girl’s impossibly large jutting gravity defying torpedo tits that even in her somewhat modest sling bikini cat themed suit proved entirely provocative.

 

 

The teen nodded and rubbed a hand through her still damp hair adjusting her suits cat ears. “I will be once I get a tummy full of yummy and recharge my powers. Then I will be ready to kick some criminal backsides! Whoever did this to me shall pay in spades! No one tames TEEN PUSSY!!!!”

 

 

“Ah, yeah. Well I think we should have a little chat about all of that. You see kid you were out of commission for a while there and -” Shield tried hard not to let the her hands linger too long on the hotties body and somewhat reluctantly let her stand up on her own two fur booted feet.

 

 

“Enough talk! It’s time for action! Now… where is the nearest willing male! Teen Pussy must lap up her man milk if she is to fight crime!”

 

 

“Oh great another Ms. Americana bossy boots. Look kid, er sorry, Teen Pussy. Seriously we need to confab  here. You see -”

 

 

“Follow me! I am starting to remember the way out now!” Teen Pussy wiggled her way over to a hidden wall switch and threw it which caused a secret wall  panel to swoosh open. “This staircase will lead us straight up to the surface! I only hope we are not to late to save Doctor Hardcock! The police were closing in on him the last time he wired me!”

 

 

Shield tore her eyes off the young girls pert behind. She had never seen a girl wiggle and jiggle so much before?! The costume may have been too much for the folks back in the late twenties but she was sure it was more the slut wearing it that had sent the whole nation into overblown outrage! “Look Teen Pussy,” Carla followed the sultry nubile into the cramped stairwell as if hypnotized and blew fluff out of her mouth as her open talking mouth caught some of the girls costumed tuffed tail as she rapidly shot up the spiral staircase.

 

 

“Hurry now! Follow Teen Pussy she will not lead you a stray! Ah! Here is the secret entrance!” another wall switch and another wall panel swooshed back showing an old unused section of the storm sewers. “Hmm, seems a bit more, er, worn than I remember it but we head this way and huh? Some miscreant has put a brick wall here?! Well you can’t stop Teen Pussy with a mere wall!”

 

 

Shield was having a bit of difficulty managing the small spiral staircase with a large round shield in her hand and before she reached the second open secret door she had completely lost the teen super heroine. She wandered up and down the old sewer tunnels for several hours stumbling into a number of horny plants and monsters who she fought and was defeated and raped by until exhausted and worn out she staggered out of a large covert pipe on to the surface down near Delta City Bay and collapsed upon a pile of half rotted pier pilings laying on their sides where they had been pulled up and replaced. The pier nearby was covered in loud crowds and Shield watched them in their Halloween costumes and frivolities as she lay on her back and panted.

 

 

“Lost the girl. Seventeen rapes by monster cocks in a dimly lit maze of a sewer can slow a girl down, and so I lost a teen super heroine awoken from a cryogenic slumber from the late twenties. And the sun is about to set on all hallows eve and soon every nut job of a monster spirit and spook will be gibbering and howling through the streets and -”  Shield held up her gloved hand and looked at her wrist, “and my Professor Whirtler de-pregerizer’s battery is dead! So I am not going back in to those sewers looking for her again until I get home and get a new battery installed! I am not going to pop out a little one, human or otherwise, just in order to find some head strong slut who is probably used to men tying her up and maybe feeling up her titties before setting a timer on a bomb and running! Man has she a rude awaking in store for her if she tries and tackle any of today’s scum! Then again she is a super heroine who has to suck down sperm in order to trigger her powers into being fully awakened? And I thought Ms. Americana’s power belt and Got Gal’s Got gem where a pain in the ass! Ha! I don’t know who this Doctor Hardcock was but he must have been a real pervert to come up with something like that! Maybe he was Pervo’s past relative? A distant cousin twice removed from sanity! Ha! Well girl got to get up off your back here. There’s a town out there needing saving whether it wants it or not and after a quick shower I am the girl to do it whether I am ready or not!”

 

 

Shield crawled back up on her feet and eyed the setting sun. Already she could hear the buzz of police chatter on her ear bud rapidly increasing as the twilight gave way to the shadows of dark. “It sounds like Teen Pussy may have to take care of herself for the night. I hope she can handle herself… hell I hope the city can handle her!” Shield reached up and fingered her ear receiver, “alright Amazing Babe I read you, Don’t try and tackle them alone! I am on my way to Delta City Crematorium! Over and out!” and with that Shield gave one last furtive glance over her shoulder at the gapping sewer pipe and then sprinted off to the nearest access point where the upper walkways connected to the low tide beach.

 

<the end/out of time!>