GOT-GAL vs. DR.
FETISH
By Wingman
THE
REPORTER
“…continuing our coverage of Delta
City’s crime statistics, police report a twenty percent rise in criminal
activity over the last three weeks. Viewers
will recall Ms. Americana, Delta City’s premier heroine, went missing nearly
three weeks ago. Although the other
heroines have risen to the challenge, more criminals are taking to the streets. There is still no official word on Ms.
Americana’s whereabouts. Both police and
several of the heroines of Delta City have issued a no comment on the subject…”
Tanya O’Donnell headed back to her
dressing room. The six o’clock news
report was done, and she had a few hours to kill before she needed to pop back
for the eleven o’clock report. She knew
she should go over the news items for later, maybe take a look at tomorrow’s
reports, but she really wanted to get out of the newsroom for a while. She picked up her purse, and headed for the
exit.
“Dave, I’m gonna go get some air, OK?”
she called to one of the producers.
“Mmm…” Dave responded, his
concentration focused on editing a piece that would run later. Smiling to herself, Tanya exited the
building.
Evening was quickly falling over Delta
City. Tanya made her way down the street
to her favorite coffeehouse. She got a
simple iced coffee, and took it back out to walk. She drew more than a few stares. Tanya O’Donnell, Delta City’s most popular
news anchorwoman, stood tall, taller still in heels, with her light blonde hair
pulled in a tight bun on her head.
Piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd, and noticed more than a few
stares. Her knee length charcoal skirt
hugged her hips, accentuating her curves nicely, while her white blouse did
very little to conceal just how ample her breasts were. It didn’t show on TV so well, but out in
public, several men, and more than a few women found themselves staring. Tanya smiled in amused appreciation, and
walked on.
The evening was still warm, with a
light breeze blowing, and many people were out enjoying the weather. Tanya kept scanning the crowd, but all seemed
well. She hadn’t exaggerated in her news
report; crime had been on the rise since Ms. Americana disappeared. Tanya knew very well that Brenda Wade, Ms.
Americana’s real name, had left the country on a tour of her overseas facilities. But she usually checked in with some of the
heroines, especially her partner Flag Girl.
As far as she knew, there had been no word from Brenda. Tanya decided that she should contact Wade
Industries and inquire about Brenda’s whereabouts. Meanwhile, there was a lot of slack to pick
up. But maybe tonight would finally be a
quiet night.
“LOOK OUT!!!”
Screeching tires, followed by the roar
of an engine and the cries of several people sounded behind her. Tanya turned and saw a white van with no
markings tear around a corner, hop the curb onto a sidewalk, scattering people
as they dived out of the way, then swerve back out into the street. The van raced off down the road. In the distance, sirens sounded. Tanya knew that with the head start it had,
no police would catch that van. She
sighed; so much for a quiet night. She
dropped her coffee into a trash can, and darted into a one way side
street. No one was looking; all eyes
were on the van.
Tanya’s heels clacked against the
pavement. They weren’t exactly designed
for running. But she reached down to the
red brooch nestled against her bosoms, stroked it, and felt an arc of power
course through her. She was engulfed in
a bright flash of light, and as it faded, Tanya O’Donnell had changed. Her body was now clothed in a skimpy white
bikini. A waist length cape fluttered
behind her as her feet lifted from the ground.
Elbow length gloves covered her hands, a mask covered her face, and her
hair blew freely behind her. She leapt
into the air, and soared high over the buildings. The power of the GOT emerald had transformed
her into Got Gal!
Got Gal rose into the air, and scanned
the street for the van. She found it in
seconds, and shot down to intercept it before someone got hurt. The van had turned down a side street, and
screeched to a halt. The doors flew
open, and five fit young men poured out of it, heading down the street, and
ducking down a side alley.
“Hold it right there!” she shouted.
“Shit!
It’s Got Gal!” cried out one of the men.
“Doesn’t matter! Keep moving!” called the man in the
lead. Got Gal landed near the van and
sprinted towards the alley. She was
gaining quickly, but they seemed to be headed for one of the old entrances to
the old subway tunnels. If they made it
in there, she could easily lose them in the labyrinthine network of passages.
THE
TUNNELS
“In here!” They burst through a metal door. Got Gal was only seconds behind them. She was looking down a long concrete corridor,
ending in another old metal door that her quarry disappeared through. She charged down the corridor, and burst
through the door. The corridor continued
for another few hundred feet, but only a few yards in it branched to the left
and right. Got Gal flew to the
intersection, and looked, spotting her prey fleeing around a bend down the left
hand corridor.
“Damn.
They’re trying to lose me!” She
took to the air again, flying down the corridor. She had been down these old tunnels more than
she would have liked, but had never really learned to navigate them. Criminals, however, seemed to have an uncanny
knack for doing so, and often hid there to escape pursuit. It was ideal; there were literally miles of
tunnels, and numerous places to hide, and the tunnels under Delta City were
home to all manner of strange creatures.
These creatures, both plant and animal, had strange lustful appetites
that seemed focused on the superheroines who sometimes ventured down to their
domain. It had only been recently, after
weeks of effort that the heroines of Delta City had managed to clear the
tunnels of all the strange plant and animal life that had infested them for
years.
But two weeks after the tunnels were
finally reported clear Green Specter chased a purse thief down one of the
tunnels and had come face to face with an insemenoid plant. Although it had not impregnated her, she had
endured over an hour of orgasms meant to ripen her. Poor Green Specter had been days in
recovering. Ms. Americana had reported
discovering a lead, but she had disappeared.
Got Gal couldn’t help but think the two were related; whoever had
reintroduced the insemenoid plant had captured Ms. Americana.
Got Gal rounded another bend. Despite her powers, the close quarters of the
tunnel meant that those five men had managed to stay ahead of her. She kept catching glimpses of them down
corridors, or rounding corners. She
slowed, and touched down.
“Time to think about this girl,” she
said to herself softly. She could
continue barging blindly down corridors, but she had no way of knowing where
she was right now. And somewhere down
here was at least one insemenoid plant.
She was sure that her powers would protect her, but it was always a good
idea to be cautious. Besides, what had those
five guys been doing anyway? She hadn’t
seen them commit any crimes, apart from reckless driving. It was almost as if they were trying to lure
her down there.
“Oh no!” she said, turning her head,
looking for the trap. She had been
foolish to blunder down here for so long.
She turned to make her way back up the corridor and try to find a way
back up to the street, and there were her five guys. Before she could do more than register her
surprise, they each threw something small at her. They landed at her feet. They looked like small seed pods. Got Gal looked up at her quarry, smirking.
“What, are you boys going to pelt me
to death?”
Suddenly, the pods burst, and five
pairs of small vines wriggled out. They
jumped towards her, and as they did, swelled to massive size, wrapping around
her legs, her arms, circling her torso, her neck and head. Before she knew it, she was fully wrapped in
these vines, arms pulled against her sides, and although she strained with all
her strength, the vines proved too strong.
One of them covered her mouth, muffling her grunts of effort to escape.
“Don’t struggle to much, Got Babe,”
jeered one of the guys. “The harder you
struggle, the tighter it gets.”
“What do we do now?” said another.
“We give the vines a minute to really
wrap her up, and we take her to the boss.”
“Won’t those things get us too?”
“Nah.
The boss says they attach to one person at a time. If one of them comes off, keep away from it,
but so long as she’s wrapped up, we’re good.”
Got Gal pulled and strained, but the
vines were too much for her enhanced strength.
She felt herself lifted in the air, and the men carried her down several
corridors. Unable to turn her head, she
couldn’t even try to mark her passage.
Finally, they emerged into another room.
From the echoing, she guessed it was an old storage room or something.
“We got her boss!” said the young
leader of the group.
“Excellent work men!” a deeper voice
responded. Got Gal wasn’t sure, but
something about that voice was familiar. She felt her body shifting, and felt something
wrap around her. She rose, her body
rising vertically, and came face to face with a man wearing a black bondage
hood and a white lab coat.
“Well well! The great Got Gal! I admit I hadn’t expected to run into you so
soon. But fortune smiles it appears.” He gestured, and the vines wrapping around
her shifted. She could now see more
vines of various shades, various thicknesses lining the walls of the room. Several of these had wrapped around her now
and held her aloft. The vines twined
around her now lifted her arms, pulling them above her head. Her legs were pulled wide apart. The man reached towards her chest and lightly
fingered the red gem nestled between her breasts.
“And the famous Got Emerald, the
source of your power.” She struggled
with all her strength against the vines, but with so many, she could barely
wriggle. Her breasts bounced as she
pulled, but she couldn’t break the vines’ grip on her. The man closed his hand on the gem, tugged,
and with a KA-ZOTT it came free. It also popped open her bikini top and her
breasts bounced free.
“MMMMPH!” Got Gal cried out, muffled
by the vines around her face. Her
strength vanished as the gem was taken from her.
“As it turns out, you can be of great
help, Got Gal. I’m about to embark on a
new stage for one of my little beauties here.”
He held up a large pot containing dark soil, and a few tiny green shoots
poking up through the dirt.
“Do you like my tentickler vines?” the
man said, gesturing at the vines lining the room. “Your associate Ms. Americana was
instrumental in their breeding.”
“Mmmp mmm mm mm mmmm mmmph!” Got Gal
grunted from behind thick vines. The man
raised a hand to his ear.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Got Gal
glared daggers at him. Smiling, he
gestured and the vines slid away from her mouth.
“I said what have you done with her?” Got
Gal spat at him.
“Oh Ms. Americana is just fine. I daresay she’s having the time of her life.” He began to circle her, eyes roving over her
body.
“Listen to me, all of you,” Got Gal
began. She managed to keep her rising
panic out of her voice. She was trapped
topless, powerless, and helpless before six men and a large nest of mutated
vines. It wasn’t her first time in this
kind of predicament, but she could see no out right now, so she tried reason.
“Release me right now, and I promise
to put in a good word with the judge.”
The five men she had chased down here sniggered. The man in the lab coat merely smiled.
“Oh don’t worry Got Gal,” he said
smoothly as he crossed in front of her again.
“Soon, we’ll all be laughing over this.
Well, you will be anyway.”
“Wh-what does that mean?” she asked, a
hint of nervousness creeping into her voice.
In reply, the man nodded at his crew.
She yelped as she felt them slip her heels off. She also felt them strip off her panties, and
unclasp her short cape. All she was
wearing now were her gloves and mask.
The man reached a finger out and slowly traced it down her arm.
“Tell me Got Gal, are you…ticklish?”
THE
VINES
Got Gal shivered and tried not to
giggle as his finger slid slowly down her upper arm toward her underarm. She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening in surprise
and dawning horror.
“Wh-wh-whaaat? Who are you?”
“You may call me Dr. Fetish.” His fingertip reached her underarm and made a
slow circle around it before slipping into the hollow of her armpit. And with no warning, fingers slowly skittered
over her bare soles.
“EEEEEEK! WHA-HAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Got Gal arched her back and tried to pull her
feet away, tried to pull her body, but merely managed to jiggle her large,
bouncy breasts as light tickles teased her.
She curled her toes, scrunching her feet, trying to pull them away from
the fingers, but her captors pulled her toes back, and slowly, lightly, slid
fingertips across her feet. Fetish now
slid his other hand down her arm, and was lightly flicking fingertips over her
underarms. She wriggled and giggled, but
to no avail. The vines grip was
unbreakable.
“HEE-HEE-HEE! NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO
PLEEEEEEASE HEE-HEE-HEEE! STOP THISSS
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Why Got Gal, you’re quite ticklish
aren’t you? Hasn’t anyone ever tickled
you before?” She bit her lip, trying to
stifle her giggles, and shook her head. Fine
blonde tresses waved back and forth.
“Bit careless of you to show off all
that lovely, ticklish skin then isn’t it?”
Got Gal jumped suddenly as fingers played over her ass and stroked down
the backs of her thighs. She had lost
track of how many men surrounded her.
“STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!”
“But Got Gal,” replied Fetish with a
grin. “We’re just getting started.”
Hands slid along her sides, moving
towards her hips, and she yelped in response.
She wriggled and pulled mightily against the vines, but could barely budge
them. The fingers teased and skittered
over her, light, teasing strokes.
“HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEEEEE
HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
With no warning, they stopped, Fetish
actually taking a step back. Got Gal
gulped down air, her breasts heaving as she did. Something she was forgetting. What was it?
So hard to concentrate, she had forgotten how ticklish she really was. And no surprise, it had turned her on. She definitely felt moist, and her nipples
had hardened. What was she forgetting? Wait, she had it. With Fetish there were six…
“EEEEEEEEP! NOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! NOT THERE!
PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEESE!”
Fingers slipped up between her legs
and lightly teased the tender flesh just outside her glistening pussy. She struggled to move her hips, but the vines
tightened their grip and held her very still.
“OH NO! NOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! PLEASE!
I’M BEGGING YOUUU! NOT THERE!” She jerked her hips but to no avail. Her glistening pink kitty was bare,
vulnerable, and helpless as nimble fingers lightly teased her pussy. Then, Fetish himself crossed behind her and
lightly stroked his fingertips down her soles.
“<shriek> OH GOD! AAAHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
Thin vines snaked down at a gesture
form their master, and curled around her toes, pulling them back, baring her
soft, sensitive soles. Fetish skittered
his fingers up and down over her soles lightly.
The tips of the vines drew along her toes, sending more electric shivers
up her legs. This teasing stimulation of
her feet and pussy was slowly driving her mad.
“Ms. Americana found out, as you’re
about to Got Gal, that my little beauties react very well to a superheroine’s
honey,” Fetish stated as he worked his fingers over her feet. Got Gal bit her lower lip and tried to banish
the tickling sensations.
“W-won’t c-c-cum f-for
you-hooo-hoooo-hoooo-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Oh, I think we can convince you,”
Fetish said dryly. He traced his middle
fingers along the edges of her arches, while his index fingers stroked down a
spot in the middle of her sole beneath the balls of her feet. As he did her unseen assailant teased
something across her swollen, throbbing clit.
“HAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!”
she tensed as an unexpected surge of sexual pleasure arced up through her legs
and into her pussy. Shrieks and giggles
mixed with moans now as the tickling mixed with unexpected, and intense
pleasure. Fetish mercilessly stroked
those spots on her feet, sending shivers of ecstasy along with ticklish sensation
into her. And that maddening,
relentless, inescapable teasing of her clit continued. She thrashed, she writhed and she strained as
this combination of teasing, tickling, and pleasure built up in her. She whimpered as a pressure built in her groin.
“OHHHH GOD! OHHHHHHHHH! WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Her body tensed, the pressure built, she felt
the orgasm approach, closer, closer, her body teased and tickled until finally,
with a surge, she shook, grunting, gushing, straining, finally cumming.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her pussy squirted out her clear
honey, dribbling it onto the large pot Fetish had placed beneath her. The tiny green nubs began to push their way
up, growing long and thick. A central stalk
emerged from the soil, as thick as her thigh.
The stalk split into four separate branches. One of these ended in a vine with a slightly
bulbous head. One ended in a
feather-like leaf or frond. The other
two ended in what looked like cups, or even plungers, with small nubs lining
the inside of them. These rose up and
hovered in front of Got Gal’s massive breasts.
The tickling and teasing had stopped,
finally. Got Gal’s spinning head began
to clear. Like Ms. Americana, Got Gal
possessed enhanced recuperative abilities thanks to prolonged exposure to her
Got emerald. Already she felt her normal
strength returning. And she spotted the
plants hovering in front of her.
“Oh no, those aren’t… they can’t be…”
her eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh yes, Got Gal,” Fetish replied. He stroked the vines gently. “They’re suckers. You see, this is a new plant I’ve
engineered. I call it…the
Tit-tickler.” He nudged them, and the
suckers fastened to her breasts. They
began to gently squeeze her breasts.
Still breathing heavy and sensitive from her climax, Got Gal moaned
softly as they squeezed. The result, she
decided, was not at all unpleasant; quite the opposite actually. A number of the villains in Delta City had a
wide range of fetishes. Several had a
breast milking fetish, and most of the bustier heroines, like Ms. Americana and
herself, had been targeted several times.
Under the right circumstances, it was actually quite easy for Got Gal to
lactate; she reasoned it was due to the sheer number of times she had been
impregnated by some mutated creature of plant.
In fact, her emerald, which was actually a cursed fertility jewel, was
responsible. It had increased her
sensitivity, her fertility, and her desirability. Whatever the reason, though, her breasts were
very sensitive, and she suffered from the unique condition of actually enjoying
having her tits milked.
As the vines massaged her mams, the
bulbous headed vine snaked down between her legs, and pressed against her. She moaned again as it easily parted her
labia and entered her, sliding in deep.
The vine began a slow steady rhythm, in and out, and Got Gal gasped as
it stroked across her g-spot.
“I’m particularly proud of this
creation, Got Gal.” She moaned softly as
the bulbous vine pumped steadily in and out of her and the suckers pulsed
against her tits. “You see, the suckers
will eventually drain your breasts. Your
milk will then feed the plant and allow its seeds to mature faster. The vine working its way inside you right now
will deposit the seeds into your womb, where your fertile superheroine honey
will enable them to grow at an accelerated rate.”
“Oooooohhhhhhh!” was the only response
she could muster. The phallic vine was
steadily pumping her to another orgasm, the suckers gently squeezing and
massaging her tits. Then it happened.
“Oooohhhhh-eeeeEEEEP!” she tensed and
her breath caught in her throat.
“EEEEEEEEEK! OHHHH NOOOO!”
The feathery frond between her legs, one she had forgotten about, drew
light strokes across her clitoris. At the
same time, tiny nubs gathered around her nipples vibrated lightly, tickling her
trapped nipples.
“OHHH GOD PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NO MOOORE HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!”
Got Gal tried to pull her hips away,
she tried to shake her tits free, but the vines wrapped around her legs were immovable,
the suckers fastened to her tits. The
fact that these new sensations now coursing through her, and that the phallus
had increased its speed and intensity, only served to intensify the tickling. She was helpless, and that made it tickle
worse.
She shook her head back and forth,
giggling and shrieking, jiggling her enormous girls, but the suckers was
clamped on, and going nowhere. The other
nubs spaced farther apart began to buzz in random patterns, tickling her
breasts all over.
“AHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STOOOOOPPPP!
PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
The frond lightly stroked, teased and
tickled her throbbing clit, the phallic vine now pumping harder into her,
poking and stroking her g-spot. The
pleasure was intense and mounting, but the tickling kept ruining her orgasm,
and the pleasure continued to mount. Got
Gal was becoming desperate for an orgasm, if only so that the intense pleasure
could momentarily overwhelm this maddening, torturous tickling. She shook and thrashed, trapped, and a
strange new feeling rippled through her.
She felt stirrings in her tits, and knew she was about to squirt out her
milk. She pulled harder, but in
vain. Tears streamed down her face as
she squealed with laughter, and her nipples began to pour out her milk.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAOOOOOOHHHHHH!”
The Tit-Tickler greedily gulped down
the milk now gushing from her breasts.
Got Gal nearly came from that alone, but the teasing of her clit had not
stopped. But the long denied orgasm was
now about to overtake her, even as the vine rumbled, its seeds growing and
preparing to fire into her ripened womb.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!”
The orgasm ripped through her
body. She tensed and trembled in the
vines’ unbreakable grip, her pussy gushing as more milk spurted out of her
nipples. The tip of the bulbous vine
pulled back until it was just inside her pussy and opened, and the seeds poured
out into Got Gal’s womb, bathing in her honey.
Shaking and spasming, still in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm, Got
Gal was only very dimly aware of the vines moving her, of her body being
carried over to a patch of rich, dark earth.
The seeds inside her swelled, and the vine finally pulled out, allowing
the seeds to expel from her pussy, falling into the soil beneath her. They burrowed into the ground, and almost at
the same time, began to grow, pushing more vines into the air, swelling into
fully grown Tit-Tickler vines, but these were even larger than the originals.
Got Gal’s body was lowered to the
ground, still shaking after the mammoth orgasm she had endured. Her body was already recovering, her head
clearing.
“Got…to…move…” she mumbled, trying to
get to her feet, casting around to find her emerald. It was her only chance. If she could just reach it…
“Looking for this, Got Babe?” she spun
at the voice, and saw the five men who had lured her down here, it seemed a
lifetime ago, tossing her emerald into the air, laughing as they did. Her blue eyes flashed with anger. She launched herself at them, not caring that
she had no powers, that she was all but completely naked and outnumbered. The suddenness of her charge took them by
surprise, and she barreled into the leader, knocking him aside, fingers
grasping for the emerald. Even as hands
grasped her body, pawing at her, she caught the emerald. She felt a surge of power, of energy. All weakness, all exhaustion was forgotten as
her powers coursed through her. She
flung the men off her easily, and turned only to see a dozen Tit-Tickler vines
now reaching for her.
“NO!” she cried defiantly, twisting
and turning as the vines shot out towards her.
She narrowly avoided being ensnared by dozens of vines, and prepared to
plow through the ceiling to escape. But
a vine caught her foot, and another, and another, and they were rapidly twining
around her. Vines snaked around her arms,
covering her mouth, leaving her feet, underarms, and breasts exposed. She hadn’t been able to escape with her full
powers before, and these new vines had been strengthened by her milk, her
honey. She clutched the emerald even as
vines closed over her fist. At least she
had that. Even if she couldn’t escape,
she had a chance as long as she held the emerald.
“Oh Gooooot Gaaaaal!” a voice called
to her in a sing-song rhythm. She turned
to see Dr. Fetish toss something at her.
“Catch!” A small, wriggling vine soared through the
air at her, coiling around her calf. It
worked up to her groin, and plunged into her pussy even as the Tit-Tickler
vines twined around her legs, clamping them together and trapping the strange
vine inside her.
“Mmmmmmmmph,” she whimpered as the
vine wriggled inside her. She felt it
stiffen and swell, filling her, even as new sucker pods clamped over her
breasts.
“Enjoy that Vibro-Vine, Got Gal. It pleases and it teases!” Dr. Fetish and his cronies faded back.
“MMMMMMMMPPPPH! MMMMMMMMPH!”
Her muffled cries sounded as the vine inside her began to buzz, the
feeling at once pleasurable, and unbearably ticklish. The nubs in the sucker pods started to buzz,
and she was again assaulted with both pleasure and tickling from which there
was no escape. And tentickler vines
descended, teasing her feet and underarms.
Before the first new orgasm overcame her, Got Gal noticed as the vines
shifted a huge patch of dark soil before her.
There had to be a half acre of land at least! And she knew, even as she began to tremble in
climax, Dr. Fetish meant for her to plant this entire patch!
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
EPILOGUE
“Boss, I don’t understand. You let her hold onto the gem?” The leader of the band asked as he watched
Got Gal struggle on the video screen.
“Oh yes. You see, the vines are too strong for even
the mighty Got Gal. But the gem also
increases her endurance, her recuperative abilities. With its aid, the Tit-Tickler vines will
spread over the entire half acre. And
she’ll survive the task.” He turned to
survey his men.
“I’m no fool. And I’m not done with Got Gal yet. Or Ms. Americana, for that matter.”
“You got rid of Ms. Americana?”
“I…lured her elsewhere. She was needed there more than here. But don’t worry, lads. These Delta City superheroines are
surprising. You never know when they’ll
turn up. Ms. Americana will make it
home, and she and Got Gal will help me in the culmination of my plans!”
THE END