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ECHOES OF THE PAST
Tiffany Tatts is a sweet sixteen year old student of Rowdy
High School. Set in the city of Rowdy about twenty-five miles
above and split by the same river as Delta City; the old
mining town now a mix of industrial parks and farming
communities and rail way line hubs is home to over forty
thousand people.
It sits just over the state line of the thirty million
populace of Delta City which thus forms a sticky unnatural
barrier for police activities; as such it has always
encouraged a natural safe haven for the illegal activities of
residents of Delta City. As most of the well to do of Delta
City refer to it; Rowdy is the 'Branch Office' of most of
their back-up off the books nocturnal habitats.
Sitting in the natural pass between two mountain chains Rowdy
has an odd blend of private winter sports and lower middle
class non-skilled labor existence. It is the entrance and
exit to hundreds of privately owned hunting and skiing lodges
up on the mountain side. Almost all of the mountain land
immediately around Rowdy is privately owned so there is
little to no 'tourism' and the town remains relatively quiet
outside of the constant illegal activity muffled by the
corrupt law enforcement and local government.
People there go about their business they don't stare at the
private helicopters that may whisk in and out at any second
of the day to land on some quiet suburban street or the
occasional body found lying in the gutter or floating down by
the docks.
The rich and powerful of Delta City make sure to spread just
enough wealth around in community projects so as to keep the
populace happy and money laundered and enough quiet threat to
keep the same populace out of their way.
As such Rowdy has a baseball stadium, three bowling alleys,
an opera house, a theatre district, movie houses, shopping
centers, two eighteen hole golf courses, all far beyond what
the local tax base could ever afford or maintain. A hospital
that has some of the best facial reconstructive surgeons in
the world. A spa, a health club, several gentlemen clubs and
an airport that can land jumbo jets. And more brothels and
bars and night clubs than the next seventeen states combined.
It has no local newspaper or television or radio station.
Rowdy is the Delta City riches privet theme park and it is
run and owned and shaped by Delta City's criminal bosses.
As such the local law and government officials are not just
on the take they ARE an extension of the Delta City criminal
bosses themselves. Their lieutenants run the city and
friction between their bosses back in Delta City means
occasional flare ups of violence between the extended
families, houses, and officials of Rowdy.
It is not uncommon to see a squad car of police suddenly pull
up outside the local power plant and exchange small arms fire
with the office staff working there. Or the chief of police
trying to poison the mayor. What would pass as surreal
anywhere else is the normal everyday insanity of Rowdy.
Still it is the only city in America where the schools are
not built like prisons and street crime is unheard of; who
would rob a bank owned by a crime family?!
And like the War of the Roses, the crime families do their
best to keep their 'contentions' off the street and out of
the way of the locals day to day unskilled labors.
Taxes are low, wages are steady, and the booze is cheap in
Rowdy and it is hard to find anyone packing up to leave its
lower middle class suburban sprawl.
Still a city of thieves is far from a safe place to raise a
family and honest men do not live long in its dark mesh of
shifting alliances and shadowy pay backs. When thugs are king
crude cancerous violence paves the streets and all beauty is
devoured in ravenous greed. Greed housed as wonders and
virtue and high noble attainment that blasts all it touches
to cinder and shame.
Beautiful women in Rowdy disappear. Sexual harassment is
common place. Collateral damage is dealt with in death. No
one is safe from injustice in a world where anyone can carry
a gun on their hip or a concealed weapon under their jacket.
All brief passions lead to permanent death.
To everyone's shock and horror a small task force of federal
agents took up sudden residence in a small brick dilapidated
building in downtown Rowdy. After six months and four dead
agents the remaining six agents started to discretely seek
out the local population of Aphrodite active gene super women
and secretly ask for their aid in dealing with an entire city
of corruption.
Thus Tiffany Tatts, all 4' 11" 101 pounds of her found
herself exchanging her stocking cap pull over eye mask and
leather jacket and motorcycle boots for a state of the art
super heroine combat costume suit, and still somewhat
hesitantly, joining along side the isolated feds in tackling
the criminal elements; one crime at a time.
As one must when the President of the United States keeps
referring to Rowdy as a prime example of the positive power
of deregulation and self empowerment of it's people.
There were no computer files on her no recordings she was as
off the books as one could be; and she got to keep her super
heroine name: KAT GRL.
Kat Grl now stood next to agent Zimmerman with her arms
crossed under her perky full proud KK-cups as she leaned her
narrow thin body to one side. "What exactly am I looking at
here?" She intoned in her best deep practiced 'no bullshit
all business' voice.
The agent filed through the paper files, paper files could
not be hacked, and alternated between reading through them
and adjusting his glasses. He was forty and like all the
agents single with no family.
"Sixteen hours ago one; Antalya Webb, age seventeen, was
yanked off the streets of Delta City. Sole heiress to the
Webb Tech fortunes there is reason to believe she may have
been taken as leverage between the recent friction between
the Bimbo and Hans families. Webb has strong ties with the
Hans."
"Simple extortion then," Kat Grl leaned forward to the pane
of glass. From the sheet of bullet proof two way mirror glass
the bright light of the small cell on the other side cast
both her and agent Zimmerman in an unworldly glow as they
stood in their own darkened room.
"Nothing is ever simple in Rowdy." Agent Zimmerman tossed the
file down on a small table covered in plastic sporks and
paper plates and a microwave as the room doubled as a break
room and joined her in looking at the lone figure in the
small cell next door.
"And him?" Kat Grl dropped her small gloved hands to her
narrow waist and full round buttocks.
"We think that is where she disappeared to," Zimmerman turned
his face to look at Kat Grl who raised an eyebrow in surprise
before she could recover her much studied and practiced 'bad
ass' poker face and sexy nonchalant stance. "Meet The
Absorbing Man," the agent continued. "One of the new breed of
super mutants to come up out of the sewers of Delta City. He
can swallow up a person whole and keep them inside him
'alive' for; well we don't know for how long?"
"Amazing. He would make a great advertising gimmick for a
paper towel company." Kat Grl mused. "So if she is in there
why don't you just, er, cut her out?"
"I guess it doesn't work that way. Wish it did. I would cut
the bastard open myself. He's nothing but strands of filament
inside him. Invulnerable, for all practical purposes. As far
as the people he consumes or engulfs? Well, they only come
out when he wants them to; alive or dead, again it's up to
him. You cut him open and its just him; a mass of pulp and
fibers. No idea how it works."
"Wonderful." Kat Grl stared hard at the huge hulking shape
sitting on the rooms lone bench. He was a wall of a man. His
skin gray brown and covered in small horns of random bone and
patches of scales here and there. He wore a sleeveless under
shirt and a pair of khaki pants and heavy work boots. His
over all size was enormous. "He looks like he could tare his
way through a bank vault. So why is he just sitting there?"
"Oh, he could punch his way through those brick walls or come
at us through this sheet of bullet proof glass in a heart
beat. If he had a heart. Which I am told he does not. But he
knows we can only hold him three hours. So he just sits there
and waits. He has been here dozens of times over the past
three months. Ever since the Bimbo family found him and
cleaned him up and set him to work for them out here in
Rowdy. He's their number one bag man now."
As the agent finished talking the heavy metal door opened in
the cell and agent Waller motioned the twelve foot tall
monster of a man out.
"That would be your cue to tail him," Agent Zimmerman nodded.
"He's too fast and clever for us to follow him-" Zimmerman
looked over his shoulder but he was already alone in the
room. "Good luck," he whispered. "This time I think you are
going to need it."
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Kat Grl slid and shimmied across the roof tops. Her quarry
was moving with languid strides down the poorly lit side
streets of Rowdy. It was a heavily overcast night with a
slight chill in the air and he had gained a jacket and trench
coat and trilbly hat before exiting the feds small downtown
fortified outpost.
Kat Grl moved with supine grace and feline elegance as she
flipped and twisted and rolled past the jagged roof line of
three story buildings that made up most of the nonresidential
buildings of squat flat Rowdy. Her slim body with its huge
breasts and full round bubble butt made her look with her 'S'
bent back like she would move with an awkward and fragile
motion but she was like oiled shadow as she glided just over
the shoulder and forty feet up from the massive hulk of a man
she was tailing.
He made no effort to hide and a few lone people nodded in
recognition at him as they scurried out of his way as he
sauntered past them. But why should he hide? He had just left
the only 'law' in a forty mile radius and was now walking
down the streets of his kingdom. It was unlikely the few
remaining agents would leave their bullet riddled, car bomb
blackened, little brick fortress and follow him into his
world.
Still there were other factions in the city and the uneasy
day to day alliance was crumbling from the distant upheaval
amongst the Bimbo and Hans. He may have walked with ease and
unconcern but his small black eyes and ear-less skull kept up
a constant swivel of darting piercing scrutiny of the shadows
he passed.
Downtown was always sanctuary. Only the feds could be hit
there. All the other factions considered it vital for
business to keep it free of open strife. Business there acted
almost like fronts for embassies between families and
factions and trade around the world.
But downtown was only four blocks and once you were past
that. Well...
A car started up suddenly and lurched down the street. He
didn't even wait for it to declare if it was just a man
running to the mart for some cold medicine for his kid or a
car of thugs. He bull rushed and grabbed the manhole cover
off the street and flung it like an Olympiad disk. It smashed
through the car window even as the machine gun fire began to
erupt from the figures leaning out of the side windows. The
car swerved and recovered and raced on its way.
He had already jumped down into the storm drains before it
had even opened fire.
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The storm sewers of Rowdy were notorious. Even the mutant
laden sewers of Delta City could not compare to their vast
size and complexity.
Vast concrete mansions had been built under Rowdy city.
Privet subway tunnels existed. Huge subterranean warehouses
shipped massive cargos of illicit trade. Black market goods
were loaded and shipped out along underground railway lines
that emerged and merged with topside railway lines many miles
out side of the city and across state lines. Old coal and tin
mines had been converted. The underworld of Rowdy dwarfed the
upper world in size and modern technology.
And yet in stretches it was a place of darkness and raw rock
natural caves and caverns.
A warren of blind eyed fish in hidden black lakes and strange
creeping shapes which even the bogey men of upper Rowdy
feared.
The criminal elements fought endless wars of skirmishes down
here. Small bands of armed thugs attacking the loading and
unloading of contraband freight by other small groups of
armed men. Raids for territory, for confiscation of white
slavers hordes, for disruption of goods, for sabotage, and
forced recruiting.
There was never any truce in the underworld of Rowdy and when
the top side truces broke down the underworld became hell
indeed. With pits filling with bodies and the smell of gun
powder and nitroglycerin burning the nostrils of the lone
survivors as the large scrubber fans struggled in vain to
purge the air.
There had been one unspoken law. One understanding mutually
agreed upon by all involved. That mutants and mutated plants
would never, ever, be imported from the sewers of Delta City
to Rowdy. They had never been naturally present and none
wanted them to be there.
Just before the feds arrived topside the mutants had arrived
underside. No one knew how it had happened. Some said there
were miles upon miles of natural tunnels and underground
rivers connecting Rowdy to Delta City and simple slow
migration had occurred. Others said that Dragon Queen had
been employed by the Taint family to strengthen their
holdings in Rowdy. Others said she was self motivated to
extend her own mutant empire to another slice of the pie. And
still others said it was a shipment of mutiods being smuggled
out to an overseas buyer that had escaped.
No one knew what really had happened. Just suddenly one day a
mutiod had been stumbled across and then some mutiod plants
spotted. And then more and more. A strong combined operation
had burned them out of the central tunnels and pushed them
back into the old mine shafts. But they were still there and
nothing could be done to get rid of them now.
There were four active Aphrodite gene super heroines now
operating in Rowdy that the feds had found and encouraged to
work with them. That was a rather high number for such a low
level of population. It was even more astonishing when the
feds found out that the local Rowdy crime families had a
number of super powered women working for them, as well as
mutated males. Most of these were 'imported' into the on
going slow simmering crime civil war, but it meant there was
a lot of super power muscle moving about in the shadows and
daylight of a rather small backwater city.
It was becoming popular for the big time movers and shakers
to hire their own personal body guard super heroine or
mutated male and so whenever one of the big names showed up
in town to gamble or ski or take in some down time spa
relaxing while the heat in Delta City cooled down the number
of super heroines could rise dramatically. There was nothing
like watching two hugely breasted slim power houses battle in
a cat fight flying up in the air of a casino's main lobby
while their 'masters' exchanged quips and snide insults below
them.
But for all intensive purposes the city topside remained
relatively quiet while the crime wars feudalistic aspects
raged below. As such no one who wasn't getting paid to be
there did not venture into those labyrinths of death.
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It was with some reluctance that Kat Grl dropped off the one
story roof top of a Baskin Robbins and rolled to a standing
stop next to the lip of the open manhole.
She licked her thick pillow lips and glanced around her at
the empty street. Somewhere a dog was barking and she could
still hear the fleeing car shifting gears in the distance.
She had never been down into the sewers before. Not when she
was working solo pre-feds in her homemade off the rack suit
of leather jacket and mechanic boots and pull over stocking
hat and now in her high tech fed supplied costume. She was
certain her lack of being dead had something to do with the
fact that she had never ventured into those sewers. And she
sighed as she now lowered her self down into the hole and
spent several exasperating seconds trying to squeeze and tuck
her massive mammaries through the manhole opening.
How that huge bulk of a creature had so effortlessly dropped
down through the tight opening was utterly beyond her and she
grunted and rubbed her sore tits once she was off the ladder
and standing on the concrete lip that ran along the edge of
the storm water trough in the center of the round circular
tunnel.
Wire basket lamps poorly lit the tunnel so she activated her
night-vision lenses in her cowl so she could make out the wet
boot prints of her quarry where he had splashed to the other
side of the tunnel's water channel and made for a metal
hatchway a dozen yards away from her.
Kat Grl effortlessly leapt over the channel of brackish water
and approached the metal hatchway. It was 'tagged' with the
spray painted street graffiti of the Dishonored street gang.
A low ranking bunch of thugs who worked as errand boys for
the Lowe crime family interests in Rowdy.
They currently held only three streets topside but had
managed to extend their underworld domain to include over
forty tunnels with fourteen storage rooms and one fortified
loading subway bay platform. The subway was owned and
operated by the Hans and as such the Dishonored and Lowe had
to pay a toll to transport or use it.
The Lowe were interesting as they were part of a new wave of
crime bosses who had no base in Delta City but carried enough
global market clout to chisel their way into the Rowdy black
market trafficking which had an infrastructure that spanned
all of North and South America.
Delta City may have been the number one access point for all
things global with its deep water ports and merchant
international airports but for all things internal for the
American continents it was Rowdy that had all the mass
transit wheels in place.
The major crime families of Delta City had long ago built and
maintained fortified gate houses in the underworld and
fortress like loading platforms. They had sunk millions into
high compression bullet drone trains that could whisk cargo
hundreds of miles underground in mere minutes. To be unloaded
and dispatched on air drones or loaded into legal commercial
transports and delivered door to door often by postal
employees. Guns, drugs, women, slaves, the latest video game
three weeks before its release, anything could be bought and
received. Anything could be paid to be stolen and delivered.
Everyone was instantly a criminal wither they knew it or not,
in an empire of greed.
The fact that the Absorbing Man had just entered territory
controlled and claimed by individuals currently at odds with
his employers may have been his way to avoid some of those
secure gate houses between him and more friendly territory or
it may have been that he had an 'understanding' with the
Dishonored that was above and outside of any petty wars.
Kat Grl opened the hatchway door and looked down at the
freshly mutilated bodies still somewhat housed in their
Dishonored gang jackets and recoiled slightly in disgust. "Or
it could just be that he is taking the straightest shortest
distance between two points and destroying anything that gets
in his way as he goes."
Kat Grl crinkled her nose under her cowl mask and bit her
lower lip of her exposed lower face while carefully tip
toeing over the bloody remains of what must have been three
or four armed men. It was hard to tell. So many pieces.
Kat Grl moved forward down what was once a service tunnel
that quickly lead into what was now being used as a storage
room.
A small electric transformer station was set on one side
behind a mesh of chain link fencing. The walls were riddled
with pipes and conduct housing. Junction boxes both on the
concrete wall and steel grill floor forced one to bob and
weave as they walked. There was a card board table with over
turned folding metal chairs where the dead bodies had
obviously been sitting when the hatchway had opened and they
had rushed down the short tunnel to welcome their uninvited
guest. A large radio handset was wired into an open junction
box next to the table. They had been eating Peter Pan peanut
butter out of an open jar with Ritz crackers and drinking
generic light beer.
"What a last meal," the young teen thought as she moved
quickly through the room cluttered with storage lockers and
shipping crates. A few bloody boot prints showed that her
prey had not hesitated but made a bee line to the only other
exit to the room; another hatchway still open leading to
another short service tunnel.
That brief tunnel led her to another open hatchway which lead
her to a larger flood control room. Here were the main
controls to dozens of pumps and flood gates to regulate the
storm drains in the immediate area. To control such a point
was to 'earn' wages from the city to maintain the function of
the machinery and make sure it ran properly. This meant
either doing the daily tasks of maintenance and checking
gauges and printouts or letting topside city workers down to
do it while providing 'protection.'
Kat Grl doubted the Dishonored had the brain power to work
the large humming machines and dynamos all around her now as
she moved up the metal stair cases and along the catwalks of
the large room. And this suspicion was reinforced when she
over took a group of men in work overalls who seemed nervous
and looking around them uneasily.
"Which way," Kat Grl hissed in her practiced low throaty
voice. The three men armed with clip boards and neckties,
glanced over her and then pointed quickly in the direction
leading to a lower walkway and a hatch.
This hatchway had been locked and heavily blocked with
overturned file cabinets but now the cabinets were twisted
bits of metal lying about the walkway platform and the door
had been wrenched half off its hinges. This meant another
tight squeeze for the busty young girl who could not budge
the rented door hatch.
"For a guy who only had about a fifteen minute head start on
me he is moving very fast," Kat Grl panted as she increased
her stealthy tread as much as she dared and tried to catch up
to at least an audio edge of her target if not visible one.
Her tech enhanced cowl costume cat ears were tuned up quiet
high and she puzzled that she could not pick up the heavy
gait of such a large man who she was certain could not be
THAT far in front of her.
This access tunnel a combination of raised metal grate
flooring and concrete walls made several sharp angle turns
and had a number of hatchway doors leading off to small lone
rooms full of cargo crates.
There was no sign and no sound of the man she was pursuing
and she felt both frustration and anxiety as she forced
herself to stop at every door and search every small room
lest he end up behind her. And she did NOT want this thing
coming up behind her!
The tunnel finally gave way to a small room full of bunk beds
and lockers as well as stacks of cargo and a small kitchen
and a full size refrigerator and a small standing freezer.
There were a number of small tables and chairs set up around
the room and open face storage racks full of weapons and
ammunition boxes ringed the center support pillars.
Another hatchway was open at the far side of the room and a
short staircase lead down. She inched down it 'feeling' the
expanse beyond and the larger rush of open air. The staircase
ended on a subway platform that was heavily fortified with
sandbags and two mounted machine guns. There were tarp
covered cargo crate piles and several dollies and handcarts
and a propane forklift on the platform. A chain link mesh
fence had been rigged up from platform to ceiling with the
only opening being a heavy gate that could be rolled back
exposing the subway tracks.
The large man was there looking all the world like a normal
transit commuter on a diminutive doll house scale subway
platform. He was holding a telephone receiver up to his too
large face and looking down at the ground as he apparently
listened to it.
Around him lay the yanked apart remains of what may have been
four or five Dishonored gang members. A severed arm at her
boot toe still held a smoldering cigarette in its lifeless
fingers.
She clung back in the shadows and watched as the large man
reached over and pulled off the heavy chain and lock on the
gate as if he were plucking cut flowers out of a vase and
then he thumbed a switch and the gate drew back with clacking
rusty moan. He continued to stand there for a while and then
he put down the telephone receiver and waited patiently. She
waited as well.
After twenty minutes the sound of a distant subway train
oozed up the dark tunnel until it grew into a roar and rush
and screamed up to the platform drawing its long metal and
glass shape to a reluctant stop. The large man waited until
it came to a complete halt and then opened the sliding door
in front of him and boarded the train.
As soon as he was on board the door slid shut and the train
started to lurch again into motion. Kat Grl bit her lower lip
and narrowed her eyes, then creeping as fast as a running
crouch would let her, she raced up to the now rapidly leaving
train and leapt upon its side.
Her extended razor claws sunk into the soft aluminum metal
and she wiggled her way up on to the roof of the empty train
car as it now raced down the dark tunnel.
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Upon the roof of the train car she reached up and dialed down
her ears as the rush of wind and clacking of the car was
rather deafening with them still being turned up. The car
below her was well lit and full of cargo. Most of the cars
that had whipped past her had been full of cargo as she had
made her leap.
Now she carefully braved the shuddering jolting car rocking
underneath her and the slick grooved train car roof to inch
forward. Her claws were sharp and could gouge out a bank
vault lock but the rushing force of the wind dragging on her
body and the side ways rapid back and forth rocking made all
progress nerve racking. One lost hold and she would be
slipped off the car roof like a wrapper tossed out a speeding
car window and she did not relish the idea of finding out
what a wrapper felt like when it made it back to earth after
its sideways tornado journey.
She had counted the cars that had passed her before she had
made her leap and she now carefully made her way back to the
roof of the car that she reasoned housed her quarry. She
turned up one ear and pressed it to the roof, but this one
did not seem to be much of a talker. So she turned it back
down and waited.
The train stopped twice. Both times cargo was shunted and
shuffled off and on by armed men, but her man did not get off
and no one got on in his car. Though a couple of men got on
with their cargo and rode in those cars.
The third stop was at a very large station. This was not a
mere platform. The train wheezed in to an area full of
several tracks and a platform on either side. A switching
yard there were two other trains lying dormant and even a
large crane raising and lowering cargo nets.
The large man forced his door open and dropped off out of his
car to the cinder covered ground and made his way across
several open tracks moving toward the platform on that side.
The platforms were bright but the dark switching yard was not
lit by over head lights. A few spot lights were in place but
the workers wore lighted hard hats or carried belt clip
lanterns.
The train started to rumble forward again and Kat Grl rolled
off its roof and leapt aside making quickly for a lone unused
forklift and hoping she was not spotted by anyone still on
the train as she rolled behind it.
Her target made it to the platform and made his way up on it
were a dozen heavily armed and armored men chatted with him.
There were mounted machine guns and some metal pill boxes and
a couple of guys carrying flame throwers but the platform was
open and not enclosed behind a wire fence as the last three
she had seen were. It was several stories high and had raised
metal box offices and large garage doors one of which was
open and forklifts could be seen running cargo about inside
what looked like an enormous warehouse.
There were at least three small patrols with armed men with
dogs that she could see between her and the platform as well
as a dozen men working on the stationary trains.
Kat Grl took a deep breath and started to hunchback crab-walk
to the next clump of shadowy cover. She took one step and
slammed her tits into the backside of a man in coveralls and
clipboard drinking out of a thermos. She could smell the hot
coffee spill over his chest and he suck his breath in angry
surprised pain. She took him down with a sweep kick and then
slipped on top of him burring his face in her crotch while
she kneeled on his arms. He swatted and clawed hat her thighs
and even tried to kick her in the back but his cries were
muffled by her camel toeing muff and soon he was out like a
light.
Combat always got Kat Grl hot and combat that involved a
man's face buried in her crotch had her almost as soaked down
there as his shirt had been. She slipped off him and swung
around the party with the dogs reaching into her belt pouch
and spraying scent into the air from a small compressed
canister. That would keep the dogs away as much as their
masters tugs on their leashes would allow them to.
She was nearing the well lit platform and she decided it was
time to go up high. She jumped up and scaled a the back side
of the working crane gaining the top of its cab before
leaping off while firing her grappling hook.
The grappling hook was a one off. You got one shot and then
you could use the re-coil motor to pull you along it or
something to you, but then that was it. There was no second
compressed air cylinder to re-fire it as it took over forty
minutes to reload and you had to take the entire thing apart
to do that. So you got one shot.
She fired in mid-leap and missed her target by a mile. The
hook hit and bounced and caught on a lower support strut and
she hit the re-coil taking the pain in her wrists with a firm
bite on her tongue and converting the twisting torque into a
semi-graceful half pike of her slender body and long legs.
The battery powering the grappling hook died or the motor
seized up with still a third of her ascent uncompleted and
she swung her body in a smooth arc not forty feet above the
men on the platform as she had planed but about fifteen feet
and she cringed as her shadow fell just behind the group of
men as she let go of the grappling hook and reached out with
both clawed hands to latch upon a steel girder upright.
She was in the heavy shadows of the upper offices but not in
the cross beams but instead clinging to a vertical I-beam.
She was not forty feet above the men below but less than
fifteen feet above them. One guy stretching to yawn might see
her or a sneeze upon her part would bring all those laser
sights upon her.
No one seemed to notice her somewhat less than graceful
maneuver of position but the large man with no ears tilted
his head in her direction and then straightened back up and
made his way along the platform to a gated area where guards
opened the gate and let him proceed up the staircase beyond.
He was going topside!
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Kat Grl has Aphrodite active gene enhanced agility and
healing and strength. She out punch a heavy weight and take a
blow from a baseball bat across the back of her head that
would shatter the bat and leave her shaking it off. She could
flip her body through a meat grinder of moving gears in a
tower clock with only a few deft touches of her finger tips
and toes upon the moving gears. But she possessed no super
powers like flight or super strength or heat vision or such.
Her new costume helped amp up her already enhanced sensory
perception with built in gadgets and the military textiles
gave her extra 'umph' from blunt force attacks. But mainly
she relied heavily on her quickness and agility which made an
Olympic gymnast look like a klutzy clod in comparison.
She could outmaneuver and dodge just about anything and she
had enough stamina and endurance to win the Kentucky derby;
as any boy fortunate enough to get between her thighs could
tell you once he recovered enough of his breath in the
hospital to do it!
Her super flexibility and strength let her rush about in dead
sprints with a pair of watermelons on her chest that would
have crippled about anyone else. Other than some serious face
slaps from her over endowed upper body and some serious
blockage of vision of anything directly below her chest or
butt she found her boobs and butt an incredible weapon in
fighting crime. They distracted just about anyone man or
women when she popped up in sight and they worked incredibly
well when she was in her civilian guise in getting in to
anywhere she shouldn't be and for getting away without paying
for almost everything she couldn't afford.
She had no hesitation in using her 'gifts' to her advantage
and even the most cold blooded adversary would hesitate if
she popped out a tit as he was pulling back for a punch.
As such her costume consisted of a pull over cowl with cat
ears and built in large lenses. The ears could be turned up
or down for picking up sound but could also be tuned into
various radio frequencies and cell phone conversations. The
cat eye lenses could be turned to night vision and some
enhanced telescopic or microscopic sight as well as a weak
form of x-fay vision and heat signature trails.
A wire ran down her cowl to her utility belt where powerful
batteries powered the cowl. And where she kept a few smoke
grenades and some sneezing and gas grenades and some various
chemical deterrent sprays for dogs and men. She kept a one
shot grappling hook clipped here as well. And a back up pair
of electrified knuckles in case her gloves razor claws
couldn't cut it.
She kept a truncheon which could be extended clipped to the
backside of her belt. It hung down between her butt cheeks
and gave her suit a stubby 'tail' look.
Her suit was made of high tech military grade material that
was almost impossible to cut or tear or puncture. It didn't
lessen the impact of blows as much as a padded suit would
have but she preferred the skin tight feel of her suit. It
was like she was walking around naked. As if someone had just
spray painted her body with black and purple paint. You could
see every nook and crack and she ate that up.
Her heeled boots were thigh highs and she wore them pulled
over her body suit. The suit was designed so she could access
her 'secret weapons' her tits at any second so the one piece
rose up to just nipples and no further.
In fact, her large nipples and puffy areola's spent most of
their time above the sunken in lip of her suits top then
covered up below it. Not that would have made much difference
as the entire suit was semi-transparent. One could easily see
her pubic patch and her ever hard clit but the suit cast no
reflected light and she became almost invisible in it in the
shadows.
Her gloves ran up to her shoulders and tended to blend in
with her cowl and the back of her one piece. So only her
lower face and upper chest were left uncovered.
She wore her long auburn hair pulled back in a pony tail and
it fell to her tailbone. Where it shook and swayed whenever
her large gray eyes flashed with anger.
She got angry easily and a lot. She was stubborn and willful.
And the only thing that had kept her alive in her brash ways
was the very powerful pheromones her Aphrodite active gene
body whispered around her like an invisible cloud of lust. On
dozens of occasions when her reckless enthusiasm should have
resulted in her death she had instead found the business end
of a different sort of 'gun' being thrust into her blushing
face.
She was utterly unlike her Delta City counterparts in that
she enjoyed sex immensely and took tremendous vocal pleasure
out of her forced sex rapes at the hands of those that had
defeated her; so much so that she often 'wore out' those men
and made her escape easily.
To this it must be added in her defence that there was no
such thing as taking any criminal into custody. The local
police and courts were criminals themselves. There was not
even a hint of outward show of compliancy with the law. The
cops and courts were used to keep the citizens in line and
keep them showing up at work on time.
She could not defeat someone and then handcuff them and call
the police. The police would merely take the handcuffs off
the criminals and put them on her! No there was no penal
system to make use of; she had to 'upset' the criminal order
of things, disrupt the ease of their existence, and trip up
their plans and deeds.
In such a world using her body to sexually exhaust an
opponent who had beaten her in combat or taken her in ambush
and then escape was nothing to be ashamed of; it was in fact
yet another brilliant success on her part of now being free
to hit them again and again.
Her's was a true guerrilla war of vigilantism. No courts or
cops just bad guys needing a good pounding and if she could
do that with her fists or her pussy it did not matter to her
so long as at the end of the day their plans were upset,
their goals in ruins, their power a little more chipped and
scared than it had been the day before.
In this way she could afford to loose many so called moral
battles and in doing so ultimately win the war. She could
trade a gang rape for an escape and knowing that the thugs
plots for that night had been thoroughly uprooted and stopped
and smile with proud glee at that success. She greedily
traded a blowjob for information or a handjob as a thank you
for some passerby's help and support.
This made her tremendously popular and successful in her
endeavors where others only produced failure and their own
corpses floating in a ditch.
Her active Aphrodite gene kept her constantly horny and in a
state of perpetual tingling lust. The inevitable sex of
defeat that her Delta City super sisters found demeaning and
shameful she found as one of her job perks and thoroughly
enjoyed it.
If she could have fucked Rowdy city into a law abiding
submission and constitutional compliance she would have done
it with shouts of "BINGO!" Which is what she always shouted
when she climaxed or had a joygasm of excitement. But the
greed of the criminals in Rowdy was too rotten to the core to
fuck away and the roots too spread around the globe to orgasm
to sweet oblivion.
Sex was just one tool she had at her disposal and it was the
one she used when all else failed. It had its place and time
and hanging off a steel girder fifteen feet above a platform
of a dozen armed men was not it.
Kat Grl grunted as she pulled herself up the girder and made
for the horizontal support beams of the metal office
buildings above her and above them where she kept her eyes on
the large fans and ducts leading topside.
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Topside proved to be something of a surprise. Rowdy was
basically a small town with several industrial parks set at
its edges and then expanses of farming communities beyond
that. There was the river and its docks and the train
stations which shipped grain and goods rather than people
upon its long snaking lines. There was a very large
entertainment section set up for the wealthy when they were
in town and to keep the sequestered of their behalf from
getting bored in the sticks.
And then there was the mountains sloping up behind the town.
These were covered in privet chateaus and ski lifts and
hunting lodges again for the wealthy who tended to live in
Delta City most of the year round.
There were no 'rich' houses inside Rowdy it's self. The
entire population was lower middle class. They ate microwaved
dinners and watched game show re-runs. The opera and theatres
catered to the rich criminal class or wealthy Delta City
socialites in town for the weekend who stayed at the rich
hotel next to the airport or up in their mountain side
mansions.
So it was with considerable surprise that Kat Grl found
herself squeezing her huge tits out from an access shed hatch
and into the opulent garden grounds of some walled estate.
She could see the mountains over the wall even in the dim
overcast night sky so she knew she was still in the city of
Rowdy but she had never heard of any well to do house inside
the city limits its self. Some of the business fronts
downtown had some very expensive tastes once past the privet
guards inside but this was obviously a lavish estate and she
was shocked to not have known of its prior existence.
The subway access stairs debouched in to the extravagant
grounds and Kat Grl made her way around the lone guard
standing next to it and edged past another two talking
together with tethered dogs on leashes to reach the main
house its self.
It was a ranch style house with just one floor and the high
walls hid it from any possible sight from a passerby but its
large layout suggested that people in its neighborhood had to
have some guess as to its presence.
As she approached the house the guard dogs got a good whiff
of her on the down wind and one popped wood and began to hump
the second guard dog while the confused guard cursed it and
the other guard dog handler began to laugh.
She used her mini-computer on her belt to hack the outer
perimeter security only to find it was off and she slid open
the glass door and entered the house.
The enclosed glass patio lead directly into the main room
where the Absorbing Man was just finishing up plopping out
the young Webb girl onto a glass coffee table. Other than the
fact she was naked and dazed she appeared unharmed. The room
was filled with several men; most of them heavily armed and
well dressed.
Kat Grl recognized a number of the men from the Hans family
and blinked.
"You made a wise choice in switching sides, Absorbing Man.
For brining us the girl instead of taking her to the Bimbo
family stooges we will make sure you get a much better cut of
things from now on."
The Absorbing Man said nothing.
"So, should we escort the young lady back to her worried
papa?"
"Not quiet yet. Mister Webb has been a good if... reluctant
associate for us in the past. But what we really need now in
this brand new future is a partner. Someone a bit more
committed to our cause."
"You sure about that, Tourniquet? I mean you run this by the
home office back in Delta City? Because I am not sure Mister
Hans is going to like this?"
"I run the day to day here in Rowdy NOT any of the Hans!
These are new times now. This place isn't just a three day
stop over or hideyhole for Delta City old families. We are
making some serious money of our own out here now."
"That's big talk. And dangerous talk too. Not sure if we all
here agree to play it that way."
"Absorbing Man, this place belongs to our reluctant friend
here. You want it?"
Without a word the Absorbing Man shot forth a hand the size
of a large ham and smothered the face of the armed man across
from him. In an instant small bloody cones erupted out of the
man's skin and clothes and then he simply erupted and twisted
into pieces.
"Impressive," the man referred to by the dismembered man as
Tourniquet mused. "You sir, are going to go far. The place is
yours. Keep the girl tight. It is long past time for us to
make our move and declare our independence from those Delta
City snobs. But when we do we are going to need muscle like
yours to not only make them see our side of things but to
take advantage of all those other gangs in town and make them
swing our way or the highway."
All the armed men plowed out the front door and into waiting
limos which drew off with whines into the night. Leaving only
the Absorbing Man and the naked teen girl and Kat Grl in the
shadows brooding a plan.
"You going to come in?" The Absorbing Man turned to a
surprised Kat Grl in the shadows and glared at her, "or do I
drag you in by your tail."
Kat Grl slowly and cautiously entered the room. "I didn't
think you could talk, big guy. Makes me wonder what else you
can do." Kat Grl put as much bounce into her tits as she
could as she slinked across the room edging toward the now
moaning girl on the glass coffee table while trying to keep a
sofa between her and the huge mass before her.
"I have been here before. Not here, here." He jabbed a finger
the size of a sausage downward at the carpeted floor. "But
here. In Rowdy. In the same situation. But I was Tourniquet
back then. I was the guy calling the shots and thinking it
was time for some 'independence'. That was twenty years ago.
I gathered up some of the gangs. I had plans within plans. I
got riddled in the back with holes and tossed down into the
sewers. And I ended up like this." The behemoth raised up his
trunk like hands and looked at them. The ceiling must have
been fifteen feet high and his head was damn near brushing
it.
Kat Grl had reached the edge of both the couch and the coffee
table and she could feel her thighs tightening ready for
liquid steel action. She could shoot her steel claws like
darts. They carried quiet a bit of punch at close range. Of
course it took the nano-bots in her gloves several minutes to
grow more of them and after three sets you were de-clawed
kitten.
"Take the girl and go."
Kat Grl froze in confusion.
"Do it now. Before they think to send back some of their men
to secure the place and keep a better eye on me."
"Excuse me? I am a little confused. Didn't you just kid nap
her and double cross the Bimbo family? Now you want to let
her go and double cross the Hans family?" Kat Grl raised up
out of her combat crouch. Usually the pheromones didn't kick
in this fast. Was he already willing to trade the girl for
her hot sticky wild screaming teen sex?
"It's the past all over again. Slightly different but the
same. I don't mind being me but I don't want anyone else to
end up like me. I had family back then. Here in Rowdy. The
town burned for days. Open gang warfare. I don't really want
to see that again. I don't mind the thugs cutting each other
down but I lost all my family and so did many others. If you
take the girl back to Webb then it ends before it begins."
"Ah, okay. But what happens to you?"
"Nothing. I kidnapped the girl. I brought her here to Rowdy.
I received new orders and followed them. They lead me to the
Hans. So the new orders must have been faked by the Hans.
Amongst the Hans and confusion the girl escaped with the aid
of a super heroine... with huge tits." The creature before
her smiled and Kat Grl smiled with him.
"I prefer awesome tits but huge works. Think you could call
me a cab, big boy?"
"What do I look like? A doorman? Remember sweets, next time
you decide to follow me it may not end so well for you. After
all, you look good enough to eat." And the massive shape
leaned down and grinned a Cheshire cat smile that looked like
it could swallow a couch a glass table and two teen girls;
and Kat Grl grabbed the groggy naked teen and flipped her
over her shoulder and ran out of the house never looking
back.
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