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CHAMPION GIRL IN DELTA CITY'S FINEST
Candice 'Candy' Graham, aka Champion Girl, slipped into the
well worn high back padded chair and hit the remote before
replacing it in her tight T-shirt cleavage.
The old TV sputtered and popped and slowly came to life as
Candy pulled her legs up to her well rounded bottom and
turned her lower narrow waist sideways as she coiled up into
a more comfortable cat like position.
A few more minutes of buzzing and some rolling lines and the
picture and sound came out of the old wooden set with
steadily increasing clarity. The TV was one of the few
captured trophy's that Candy had acquired from her role as
the super heroine crime fighter, Champion Girl.
Though it looked like some 1960's antiquated Earth TV set it
was in fact a television from a parallel dimension which
Champion Girl had saved from extinction a few months before.
She had brought the TV set back with her more by accident
than design in a hurried 'here's-your-hat-what's-the-hurry'
teleport but she had soon discovered that the set continued
to pick-up and receive only signals from the other dimension.
She had quickly found she rather liked several of these
surreal strange shows. Her favorite being; THE MOONS OF ROON.
A sort of soap opera cliff hanger thriller which she was fast
becoming addicted to, as with popcorn and diet soda in hand,
she was now watching yet again!
The plot of the show was simple enough if a touch alien odd.
There was this large gas cloud covered planet. Called, Roon.
Surrounding it were a half dozen moons in elliptical orbit of
various sizes.
The largest and closest to Roon was a moon called Amazonia.
It was populated by young women. No men.
These women had a unique way of reproducing. Instead of
giving birth to a live fetus after nine months of gestation.
They instead, after receiving inside of their womb male
sperm, gave birth to a rapidly growing egg-pod a few hours
after insemination, that would in turn hatch in a few weeks
with a young offspring already past the infant stage.
The planet Roon would have numerous random explosions which
would jettison spore pods from its surface that would rain
down upon Amazonia when it was near enough to the large
planet.
These spores would hatch inseminiod and mister grabby plants
as well as humanoid mutiods which would rape the young women
of Amazonia and reproduce themselves in pod form.
The Amazonia young women would scour their world to hunt down
these infestations and destroy them.
As well as this, upon the other moons of Roon lived men.
Their men only worlds would invade the Amazonia planet when
their orbits were close enough and fight and rape the
Amazonia young women. They would then take the blue pods the
teeny spawned which were male, and leave the pink pods which
were Amazonia female, and retreat back to their own moons to
raise their sons.
As such, there was a moon of barbarian men who flew upon the
backs of flying monsters to Amazonia and back clutching their
blue pods.
A moon of more advanced intellectual men who flew to Amazonia
in great flying wooden ships armed with knock out gasses to
rape and harvest their blue pods.
A moon of metal men who raided with metal rocket ships to
rape and take back their own blue metal spawn pods.
A moon of sorcerer men who arrived upon flying carpets and
waging war with an army of genies.
And so forth. In fact, there seemed to be an almost endless
array of moons and strange men and creatures upon them who
kept up a constant assault upon the young women of Amazonia.
The young women of Amazonia stopped aging when they reached a
teeny age of reproduction. They seemed capable of only dying
once in a while in battle or by treachery as episode plot
twists and turns demanded it.
When the other moons weren't engaged in rape raids upon the
Amazonia moon, they were constantly engaged in war with one
another.
The series seemed a melting pot of constant battles and
political intrigue and ever changing alliances and young
women fighting against being raped and more often than not
getting raped repeatedly in every show.
The prominent heroine of Amazonia was, THONG. A young teeny
who only wore a small black silk thong and went into battle
armed with a club or the occasional bow. Thong seemed to
spend most of her time arguing with the various leaders of
the scattered and imperiled Amazonia cities and fighting off
the various invasions and armadas to save said cities.
That and getting her sexy ass nailed three or four times per
episode. One would think she was the unwilling mother of half
the populations on the moons of Roon?!
Candy loved the show.
There was something odd about it's 1950's Buck Rodger's or
Flash Gordon look and low budget early Doctor Who science
fiction effects and its weird strange Edgar Rice Burroughs
and Colin Doyle worlds full of strange weird monsters and all
with a 1970's gang bang free sex attitude mixed in through
out.
The whole thing looked like Wicked Wanda done by a Viagra
overdosed Frank Frezzetta or Bill Ward scripted by the whole
Sex to Sexty artists of the 1960's.
Still, it was a guilty pleasure. And one which Candy
decidedly did not want her fellow super heroines to find out
about or for that matter any of her fellow high school
students.
So she watched her weekly show with blinds drawn and bobby
socks on over her curled toes with semi-muffled sexual tinged
squeals as she watched Thong with her huge teeny tits leap
into action with her club, Wantsome, swinging both it and her
into action. Followed almost assuredly by long lustful rapes
of her young teeny body. Win, lose, or draw.
Candy could relate.
Candy Graham was at a crossroads in her young life. As the
super heroine, Champion Girl, she got her super powers from
direct sunlight. Yet, most criminals worked by night. By
night, her powers, charged by electric lights, were
pathetically weak. The result was her nightly patrols were
merely preludes for all night rape parties with her being the
sole female participant.
This was causing her some serious soul searching. It didn't
help that almost all her team-ups with other super heroines
seemed to suggest they considered her something of a joke?!
Candy was the kind of girl who took slight at everything and
was quick to acidic anger and sharp tongue snide remarks the
moment she thought she was being thought of as anything less
than fantastically the biggest most important thing in the
room. Which was often if not constantly.
Thong seemed to have the same problem. There she was, week
after week, saving the Amazonia moon only to be pushed to the
side by the various Amazonia leaders who took all the credit
for her hard work and who then often blamed her for the
increase population of more rape monsters and plants as
spawned by her purloined loins?!
As such every episode ended either in a cliff hanger or a
finished serial chapter where Thong was once again a banished
loner wandering out into the wastes as the Amazonian's
watched her go from their still smoldering city walls.
But Thong persevered. Week after week. There must have been
hundreds of episodes. There seemed to be no repeats?
But would Candy slog on?
This night patrol one girl human trampoline orgy had to stop!
It was hard to keep one's dignity when you came home every
morning with the waking song birds with your panties and bra
full of gangster spooge!
And the special batteries that powered her Professor Whirtler
de-pregoizer were ridiculously expensive!
Since no active Aphrodite gene woman could take the pill or
use any sort of 'protection' (it actually made them more
susceptible to becoming pregnant if they did use any form of
birth control!) The sonic de-pregoizer was all one could use.
Candy had vowed to only go out as Champion Girl during the
day and when the sky was as cloudless as possible. The
problem with this vow was that during the day she was Candy
Graham and had a busy high school life as well as her job at
the Delta City Laser Research Facility were she was working
as an intern. Intern being the Republican Party term for non
paid and often pinched and groped token teeny.
She needed the internship if she was to have any hope of
getting into college as she was broke and an orphan living in
one of the Brenda Wade half-way houses for young women.
The constant stream of odd jobs she had since turning fifteen
had been little more than a school of hard-knocks or rather,
a school of hard-cocks! With her early blooming body and
super model face, she had found all her jobs eventually
consisted of letting the boss and his pals paw and pinch her
while she stood demurely by and smiled.
The accident in the laser lab that had triggered her gene
powers had let her leave much of that behind with the
insurance payout, but she still found herself in the
occasional humiliation of short term part-time job
molestation for much needed emergency pocket cash.
She still had to suffer through a shift of pot bellied middle
age men rubbing their crotches against her ass as she took
orders with a stuttering red face. But at least the days of
blowjobs by the deep fat fryer were long past.
This had nothing to do with the white rose movement making
men weary of sexual harassment in the work place. Rather it
had to do with her new Aphrodite gene powers that made an
open palm face slap from her capable of breaking jaws and
teeth.
Still a slap meant being fired. And the police would yawn and
say, 'not my job... get a lawyer' a response that was
becoming more and more prevalent until one had to wonder what
exactly WAS a police man's job these days?
So, when she needed the cash she put up with the touching
until the check cleared.
Then she would slap and leave to much customer applause.
Half way through her television program her laptop chimed and
with an eye roll and grunt she pulled the TV remote of her
massive teeny cleavage and muted the set as she reached over
and pulled her laptop off the table and onto her lap.
She opened it and it went immediately to her super heroine
web page on the Brenda Wade sponsored Super Heroine Network.
She expected it was more internet coupons, or Amazon.com
telling her that people who liked her purchase of 'Laser
Optics' by Professor Schiller also liked Sara Paling's 'I am
still talking here!', or another Delta City Police memo about
property damage and keeping one's nipples covered in public.
The usual. But instead it was an e-mail from Specter Girl who
was suggesting in a text, 'Wet T-shirt Party'!
Candice had let her cell phone go due to a lack of funds and
now relied upon the Wade internet provided for free to all
registered super heroine users for all things communication.
Specter Girl was not suggesting a girl's night out at a wet T
shirt bar (again). She was instead adding her input in
Champion Girl's on going suggested nicknames for super
villains posts. In this case, Wae Tu Phatt.
Candy looked at her own previous suggestion; 'Wet Toilet
Paper' and frowned and then typed, "Watery Tofu Pastry" and
hit send.
Candy thought it was important to have things like this;
tongue in cheek nicknames for the various super villains.
After all, these were the men who raped them night after
night and more or less got away with it. The teeny super
heroines needed a sort of mocking dart board throw at these
pervs. They needed to collectively keep their humor up.
The Super Heroine Network was a mixture of public access
pages and privet secured communications and data base.
Candy used it mostly for text messaging and e-mails and
ordering pizza.
The public access pages were less pervy than one might think.
The police monitored the public pages and had a tendency to
track down and show up at a persons home, or businesses, or
in church, to loudly inform them that the solicitation of sex
was illegal and that the sexual acts they wanted performed
even more illegal. A wife or pastor hearing that was usually
more than enough to keep that perv off the net as well as a
few dozen more who watched from the sidelines.
The public pages were intended for the public to ask directly
for help or show their appreciation as fans to the super
heroine in question whose page they were visiting.
Personally, Candy preferred the pervy stuff. It was always a
laugh to read what men considered 'manly' sexual virtues upon
their part and what they seemed to assume was the stuff women
would want to hear and be drawn toward in sexual excitement.
Clueless. She wondered how, other than rape, the humane race
ever managed to propagate and survive?!
Men seemed utterly oblivious about women and their wants and
needs and after hundreds of thousands of years had still not
bothered to ask the source sitting next to them for said
missing information?!
One of Candy's favorite web sites was the 'retsuplay of
Diabetes and Slowbeef who often read Craig Lists posts at
various Comic and Game conventions that were posted by the
people attending the events as they 'enticed' for casual
sexual partners. Hilarious. To hear men talk about sex was
like being back stage in Hitler's Bunker as he catches
Gerbels in drag and then proceeds to join him thinking its
for a play to raise the spirts of the staff.
She also got all her film reviews from Spoony of the Spoony
Experiment.
She enjoyed the rather insightful commonsense observations in
comic tongue and cheek dialogues or perhaps more so the small
dog who chased and retrieved languidly tossed balls
throughout the entire film review.
In short, Candy was a typical sarcastic apathetic teeny with
the added ability to pick up a Gay Hound Bus on a bright
clear day and fly it across the Bay.
As she checked out the various public super heroine web pages
and snickered she clicked over to her favorite. Flag Girl was
the BEST! Because she was the only super heroine that
actually ANSWERED her fan posts. Especially the perverted
ones!
Those, she gave long winded diatribes of haughty indignation
mixed with moments of horny curiosity, '... You sir, are
disgusting and a shameful aspect of the lowest order of the
humane race! And I am certain your boasting of having a
twenty inch penis is laughable. Right? I mean, you DON'T
REALLY have a twenty inch penis? Do you? I would need some
live video link before I would believe that disgusting boast!
Say, three a.m. this Tuesday?'
It was gold! Comic gold! Candy often wondered if it was Flag
Girl's ego or Ms. Americana that made her answer every fan
post to her page?
Candy clicked off the public pages and accessed the privet
links. There was some buzz on the live Super Heroine feed
twitter-ish account. Wade certainly had no compulsions about
reverse engineering something she liked and making it her
own.
A sighting of Armageddon. That horny octo-tentacled perv had
tried a dozen times to kidnap her and milk out her light
powers via her super heroine milk in order to improve his own
laser based powers.
He had a tendency to randomly pop up for a few days and
vanish for months on end.
There was a new rumor that he had teamed up with a guy in a
scorpion suit. Who had a laser shooting tail which could
convert into a laser whip tail or into a tail shooting sleep
gas and that he had a pair of milker tentacles which could
pop out of the back of his costume.
All rumors of course. Born of a few out of focus cell phone
pics taken by half naked running cheerleaders.
Most early warning rumors of this or that villain or monster
came from nearly naked running teeny cheerleaders.
Even NATO and the UN considered them more reliable than NORAD
in such matters.
Candy looked at the wall clock. It was already late
afternoon. She had an early lab meeting and then school and
then more lab work after that. Her show was still on. She
really should enjoy the rare afternoon off and watch her show
then head to an early bed for a change.
She sighed and clicked off the TV. Wondering where exactly
she had left her costume and if she had gotten all the cum
stains out of it from pervious nights patrol?
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"You know, that's why I hate big dick studs like you,"
Champion Girl was on her knees with her hands tied behind her
back. "It's supposed to be a titty fuck and here I am getting
a facial!" The guy locked up and grunted as his body
strained. "Seriously. A pearl necklace is what I should be
getting here not a hillbilly wedding veil!"
Champion Girl grunted as well, as she cringed from the huge
load of spunk covering her face from the hefty huge pecker
rhythmically slapping her cheek and nose from where it
protruded from the cleavage depths of her costume.
"Gesh! Guy! Don't your wife ever give you any?! You're as
backed up as Hover's Damn! I must have a quart of warm yogurt
on my beautiful teeny face and another in the snake pit of my
cleavage! UGH! Okay, okay, get off! You're crushing the
goodies!" Champion Girl shouted and got a mouth full of
unexpected pug from some last deep reservoir shudder of the
large man's grapefruit sized seizure spasm balls.
The man sighed and awkwardly crawled off her, carefully
pulling out his spent pecker from under her saturated soaked
top.
"Yeah, thanks for the mud mask, sport." Champion Girl fell
onto her side despite herself with her legs still tucked up
under her buttocks. She tried to wiggle back up onto her
knees half blinded by the layers of spunk. "This keeps up and
I am going to change my name to, Champion Goo."
The man had stumbled back and now fell on his ass and moaned
and sighed behind closed sated eyes.
Champion Girl looked around her at the rooftop. She couldn't
believe she had fallen for such a rookie mistake. The huge
lummox was still catching his dazed breath after a ride on
her spectacular teeny knockers. But he would be up and about
soon enough and she definitely wanted to be elsewhere before
that happened.
The problem was the jerk had shot her in the side of her tit
with some kind of small dart. It hadn't knocked her out but
it made her feel like she was four years old and on the tea
cup ride with a belly full of root beer and candy. Woozy and
nauseous and sure as hell powerless!
A dizzy face full of spunk was not helping either. She
struggled to right herself back onto her knees but she seemed
top heavy as if her breasts were suddenly made out of lead
and her face felt sticky as if the spunk had turned to glue.
She did what she always did when she felt helpless or unsure;
she ran her mouth.
"Hey, Dickzillia! I got penis spit up my nose fuck-you very
much," the teeny wheezed against the odd drug rampaging
through her arteries and the pussy tingle a huge dick
touching her body always did to her; she also struggled
against that wheeling blushing sense of pride a teeny gets
when she knows she has made a man cum so hard that he would
be having trouble tying his shoes for the next week let alone
walking!
Blinking she could see the guy had now fallen on to his back
in a spread eagle position joyfully moaning.
"Shit! I should take these tits of mine on the road;
wrestling for dollars!" Champion Girl half snorted a laugh
and ended up swallowing more pug and gagged.
She made it to her knees but any further advances up the
evolutionary tree seemed unlikely.
"UGH!" She gave up trying to stand and walked herself to the
edge of the building on her knees. At the edge she rolled
herself off, "fly or die." Luckily it was the former and not
the latter. Still with her hands bound behind her back she
slowly floated down in a wilting spiral to the street far
bellow.
Upon reaching the street she gave herself a few moments to
catch her breath and then looked around unsteadily. The
street was full of staring men.
She blushed and cringed and then, 'best foot, er boob,
forward' she addressed the nearest man. "Excuse me but could
you lend me a hand," and she half turned and nodded at her
tied arms. The man hesitated briefly but then set to work on
her rope bindings.
Somehow when the missing link had pulled out his spent member
he had pulled up her top over her breasts in the process.
She was quiet aware her huge naked teeny tits were on full
display and no one was being a gentleman and looking the
other way. Worse, the man tugging ineptly at her ropes was
causing her firm jutting mammaries to sway and jiggle like
circus balloons in some manic pogo-stick clown parade. It was
only a few moments latter and the cell phone cameras came
out. She sighed and then forced a bright wide smile. Ms.
Americana was always telling them that; 'no matter how
awkward and shameful the situation maybe... always smile. So
they at least can't print that you were saying bad things as
well.'
Forty minutes latter and no doubt a viral web record for her
of 'topped' posts and she had her hands free and top pulled
back down and was once again airborne and heading across the
city roof tops.
It was nighttime and she headed home. A titty fuck by some
random guy who had flagged her down to a rooftop was disaster
enough for one evening. She would catch forty winks and skip
class tomorrow and try to find Armageddon in the morning.
As she indignantly exchanged live texts on the privet network
link with Azure Angel of her indignation and anger at all
those stupid men gapping at her and taking topless photos of
her... Azure Angel simply interrupted her rant with the text,
"why didn't you ask one of them to pull your top down for
you?"
Champion Girl blinked at the text for several moments and
then responded, "got to go super heroine stuff!"
She had no idea when she hit 'send' how right she was; for as
she stood up from her now closed laptop and stretched she
found herself looking out the window at a rapidly approaching
Armageddon and that scorpion guy she had heard rumors about.
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"Sunk down to high school panty raids now, Armageddon?"
Champion Girl lowered herself down from the sky with her arms
crossed under her huge breasts until she floated just out of
immediate tentacle reach of the two men who were fighting
over her TV set.
"Champion Girl!" Both men hissed!
"Who's your play date, Pinchy? Pick him up at, Tentacles-R
Us? That two drink minium must pack a wallop even for your
spectral shades. Because I am telling you, Army, your date is
pig butt ugly."
"How did you find us?" Armageddon frowned and shot out an
explosive extending tentacle which just missed her and then
retracted it as he shot an energy bolt out of another which
also missed her but now had her rolling and soaring in a wide
circle around both men.
The two men refused to let go of the TV set between them so
they had to crane their necks to keep sight of her darting
circling body. The heavy clouded night sky was helping to
keep her hidden with help from her speed, but the same sky
was keeping her weak and unable to match the recharge rate of
her energy use. She would soon have to not only slow down,
but land!
She kept talking, "I have been tracking your soggy ink
dribbling octopus butt across half of Delta City all morning!
Imagine my disappointment when instead of a bank or research
facility I find you and your sidekick breaking into a home
for young homeless women. To smash and grab a TV set? SO!
Disappointing Snapping turtle. What's wrong? Have my constant
butt whooping's of you lowered you to this sorry state?"
Champion Girl breathed a some what shaky sigh of relief when
Armageddon shot off several more energy bolts at her thus
distracting himself from any momentary association of the
rooms he had just broken into and her sudden appearance. She
had just managed to slip out the back door, unseen, buck
naked, with costume in hand, while he had come smashing in
through the front windows. To grab her TV?! What was that
about?
"Sidekick?! I'm no sidekick, Jugs!" The man in the emerald
scorpion suit sneered. "I am the GEEK 2.0! And this is not a
scorpion suit. It's my Chimera Battle Suit!" Champion Girl
frowned as she watched the teenage boy who was indeed the
Geek, no doubting those X-ray glasses of his fixed on her
massive firm teeny tits, snort in laughter as his green
slightly glowing scorpion suit turned into a green gorilla, a
green spider, a green griffon, all the while his head reaming
exposed and sneering above the shifting body.
Seeing the last one with its huge green wings had her heart
leaping into her throat. Last thing she needed was something
that could chase her through the air even as she felt her
energy reserve beginning to fail her; but the Geek refused to
let go of the TV as did Armageddon. They continued to
struggle for its sole possession and yet seemed cautious to
not damage it. This, left their attention directed to her
secondary. Otherwise, she was certain she would have been
already stripped of her costume and being raped and milked by
Armageddon's tentacles!
"All right. I'm not playing third wheel on a blind date
here," Champion Girl landed on top of what remained of a
chain link fence, the two men had melted their way through on
their way to her rooms, exhausted. "What's up with the TV? Is
Ms. Americana doing another late night TV talk show nipple
slip appearance and you boys don't want to miss any of her
good bits?"
"This is not a television set," Armageddon hissed.
"Well, what is it then? Microwave? Tired of pizza delivery or
Chinese take out?" She kept her hands on her hips and hoped
the two wrestling men did not notice she was gasping for air.
"It's a fixed dimensional portal matrix generator," The Geek
growled as sweat started to bead his brow. "And 'I' have been
tracking it's energy signature for several days now."
"You wouldn't have picked up its signature if 'I' hadn't
fixed your little battle suits power problem," Armageddon
barked.
"Ahhh, yeah. So, for those of us that HAVE a social life and
don't spend our lives watching Star Trek and Doctor Who re
runs..." Champion Girl was buying time and looked around her
for a decent light source. There was a street light but even
as she looked at it Armageddon blasted it to a melted burnt
match stick of ruin.
"To put it simple enough for the teeny tits brigade; it's a
transportation device to a planet that happens to have a moon
full of Milktite deposits!" Armageddon hissed.
Champion Girl looked around her and realized all those
'missed' shots at her had actually been direct hits by
Armageddon on light sources. He had even taken out the bug
zapper!
Champion Girl stood there on the fence in the inky darkness
watching the wrestling match between the two men increase in
its elbowing and shoulder shoves and grunts as she wondered
how she was going to re-charge her powers without leaving the
area?
"Watch it you, idiot!" Armageddon shouted and there was a
flash of blue light and both men vanished. In their place
almost instantly a very busty young woman appeared who caught
the TV set in mid-air even as the two disappearing men
dropped it.
The woman looked around her in the dark as the lights came
up. The Geek's light repression field in his suit now gone
with him, letting the house lights and various other lights
not shot by Armageddon, flare back up to full power.
Champion Girl looked at the young woman with the impressive
enormous full boobs. She was wearing only a small tight black
silk thong.
"I am Thong. What moon is this?" Thong pointed her club
'Wantsome' as she asked Champion Girl. She looked around
quizzically at the Brenda Wade's half-way house for young
women's small grassy yard as she waited for an answer.
Champion Girl swooped and grabbed the TV set that Thong was
about to drop from her one hand awkward grasp. The radiant
golden teeny of justice peered into the screen and saw
Armageddon and The Geek screaming as they raced madly away
from a horde of raping mutiods. "Ouch, and not an ounce of
anal lube on any of moons of Roon."
Champion Girl tuned off the TV set and looked at the still
frowning and dazed Thong who had lowered her club. The teeny
before her was a nubile nymph of a young girl, with slender
long limbs, and narrow waist, with huge breasts, and a bubble
butt backside, and a dazzling super model face, that was
making even Champion Girl's own pussy wet, warm, and tingly.
"Okay, just from a glance, I say the first thing we do is get
you to Professor Whirtler, and get you a de-pregoizer...
extra strength. Because honey, you're going to need it!"
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