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F.U.Z. VERSUS S.N.A.T.C.H.
F.U.Z. 'FULLY UNIFORMED ZAFTIG' where the special unit of the
Delta City Police Force.
Despite having a city full of super heroines, the Police
Commissioner and Mayor and Governor decided that it would be
prudent to have 'their' own police uniformed form of super
heroines.
Thus was born F.U.Z.
Three women who possessed level one Aphrodite awake gene
qualities. Essentially, increased strength (about double that
of a normal woman their age and size), increased agility
(about the level of a circus trapeze artist in one of the
lesser circuses), and increased healing (about ten times the
healing rate of a normal woman their age and health.)
Perhaps, not exactly 'super heroines' per say, but they did
possess the extreme beauty of super model faces and the
exceptional slim build with huge firm breasts and bubble
butts that often mark the active Aphrodite gene super
heroine. In short, they more than 'looked' the part.
The three young girls were found, after an extensive search
of the city for several years, in Mister Reverend Lovejoy's
Orphanage for Young Girls.
The Reverend believed the world was a wicked nasty place full
of rapist and thieves and murderers.
He believed panties and bras were the devils garments and
forbade them. His charges wore a simple smock though he
preferred them naked as he was a great believer in the nudist
purist aspect of Adam and Eve and that clothes had been a
sever mistake.
He subjected his girls to constant bondage practice. As he
believed that all young women would be instantly and
constantly subjected to such as soon as they left his charge.
The world being full of nothing but lecherous men of sinful
vice who would stop at nothing until they had his girls tied
up and helpless to their lusts.
Thus he believed they should learn how to escape such bonds
or at least learn to endure them and endure the depravities
that would befall them once so helplessly affronted.
His system of education was thus a little light on the math
and sciences but heavy on the metaphysical morality of the
mind if not the physical morals of the flesh.
To help his girls face this world of lustful constant sin he
had developed a special form of self defence which he called;
'Tit Twat Foo'. It was based on his idea that all men would
want to tie up and rape his girls. So, since he believed they
would be stripped naked and bound the entire martial art he
developed was based on the girls using their naked exposed
bound bodies to defend themselves.
'Tit Twat Foo' relied on savage breast slaps to the mans
face. The naked breast, soft as a cloud pillow, could break
noses, shatter bone, knock out teeth, or even suffocate a man
into unconsciousness.
The teeny girls learned that they could use their exposed
pussy to leap into the air and slam it into a man's face.
Again bringing him down and smothering him senseless.
The system was designed to rely more on breast attacks and
pussy smothers and leg sweeps than hand to hand fighting as
he assumed the girl would already be bound with her hands
behind her back.
He also trained all his girls to expertly use their nipples
to use a key board or a cell phone or a key pad. Typing away
like mad with their hands tied behind their back. So he
constantly tweaked their nipples and pulled upon them until
all his girls had ever puffy areolas and ever hard thumb
thick nipples.
He also trained his girls in the art of cocktease and using
their bodies as passive aggressive weapons. Playing on man's
inherent constant lusts to beguile and bedazzle him and
lending her the upper hand.
In short, Reverend Lovejoy was a perverted old man who
thought the entire world would do to his precious girls what
he wanted and did to them, and thus raised them to protect
themselves from his own twisted fantasies.
The three eighteen year old teeny who were selected from the
Reverend's graduating class by Captain Sours who was
appointed to head the F.U.Z. Project, were thus a trifle
'odd' when they began their special secret police jobs.
The three young girls were:
Pamela, (only first names were used for security reasons.) A
blonde with long golden hair that fell to her pert full
backside. She had large deep blue eyes and a smattering of
freckles over the bridge of her small nose, which sat
daintily above her full pillow long pout lips.
She stood five eleven with a long slender build with a huge
full round jutting double LL-cup breast a 22 waist and a 38
bottom.
Charlotte, a raven black haired girl whose hair fell in a bob
above her shoulders. She had violet eyes, a constant sneer on
her lovely face, and a figure that was bustier and rounder
but shorter than Pamela's with the same narrow waist. Thus
she had more of a pronounced hour glass figure.
Lindsay, a red head with long, long, flame red hair that fell
well past her full buttocks to the back of her knees. She
stood over six foot and had the largest bust of the three
busty girls. Each one of her breasts were twice larger than
her head and she was in a constant state of jiggles and
wiggles. She had gray wide cat-like eyes, freckles everywhere
on her pale long limb slender body.
The three of them wore almost identical police uniforms. This
consisted of ankle boots. A split in the front overlap mini
skirt. A sturdy narrow black belt. A very tight buttoned
butterfly-collar top and a police cap with a badge.
As per their proper lady-like up bringing they never wore
those sinful undergarments referred to as bras and panties.
And in fact, being used to being naked almost all the time
growing up they found their uniforms a bit constricting.
Thankfully their bondage practice made 'feeling constricting'
a bit of a turn on to them.
On Pamela, the very short skirt which was little more than a
tight stretch piece of fabric that was wrapped around the
waist with one end lapping over the other and then held in
place by the belt and thus not a true skirt at all. Was so
short that if she leaned just a little backwards as she was
want when she stretched one could see the tingly tangle ends
of her unshaven flaxen pussy hair and sometimes the brief
flash of her moist thick neither lips.
When she bent over forward at the waist EVERYTHING was on
full bottom, help your self, display.
Her top was cut to be very tight around her waist/ribs and
the jacket bottom left her belly button exposed.
Across her massive breasts the tight garment squeezed up a
considerable decolletage. More over, the two front breasts
pockets were fake. Just sown on decorations to make the
uniform look more uniform-y. Since there was no backing
pocket to the pocket; the button down flaps if raised up
would show the naked flesh behind. The flaps as they were,
were so stretched, that they puckered up and revealed the
puffy areolas and occasional nipple slip, out from under the
fake pocket flaps.
A large oversized silver police badge was worn on the front
of the police cap with, 'F.U.Z.' embossed over it.
Charlotte wore the same identical uniform. But being a little
shorter but more fuller in the breasts and hip; the front of
her split open skirt revealed more of her tangle root silken
black pubic hair and more of her pussy lips regardless even
when she was not stretching or bending over.
Her fake buttoned down breast pockets were even more strained
and under the wider gaps even more of her own puffy areolas
and thumb thick nipples could easily be seen. Drawing away
all attention from her own large over-sized silver badge cap.
Lindsay, was a hard core exhibitionist. Though she had no
idea what the word meant. She wore her skirt slit spread
wide. So just standing she proudly showed the entire world
her thick hairy red beaver. She wore her skirt even shorter
so from behind one could see her lips and forest root tangle
even when she was just standing still.
The flaps of her fake breast pocket flaps were already
popped! The other two girls would have their breast pocket
buttons pop off whenever they moved energetically and their
nipples would squeeze out onto full display. But Lindsay let
her nipples and puffy areolas just remain squeezed through
her pocket flap tops not bothering to even attempt the
impossible task of buttoning the flaps.
Lindsay was the leader of the group and her badge was gold.
The three F.U.Z. had their own secret base in the basement of
the Delta City Police Station. The base had a case file room
where they had desks and chairs and a computer and radio. A
break room which was actually a full stocked kitchen and
dining room which Sours kept well stocked. A workout room
with lots of bondage equipment. A bed room with every drawer
and dresser filled with dildos and strap-on's and vibrators
of the largest sizes. And three poles that they slid down to
their secret garage with their privet transportation and
secret exit/entrance to the back alley of the station.
The seats in their office were shaped like bicycle banana
seats and had very powerful vibrators built into them.
The poles they slid down had a small platform built around
them that lowered them down and raised them back up. When
they weren't using the poles to access their garage or return
from it, they practiced their pole dancing as part of their
exercise program. As such Sours had to wipe the poles down
often. As the poles vibrated too.
Their privet transportation was three heavily modified stand
up scooters.
One would stand on the platform with the wheels on either
side of the feet while from the front rose a cupped banana
seat. It was sort of like riding an electric powered two
wheeled unicycle. The seat vibrated and pulsed wildly and the
transport could attain pussy tingling speeds of almost thirty
miles per hour!
It was steered by leaning side to side or accelerated by
leaning forward or stopped by leaning backward. The sure
heavy weight of the huge breasts and full firm roundness of
the girls backsides meant only they could ride their uniquely
tweaked vehicles.
At this juncture it must becoming fairly abundant that the
whole set up of F.U.Z. was bizarre!
Perverted office furniture, perverted transport, perverted
work out machinery, the whole setup seemed designed to keep
the three young teeny in a constant state of arousal if not
orgasm! And yet in such a state it would be hard for them to
carry out their duties!?
And in this you speculative nature you would be right.
The contradictive nature and perplexities of the odd
confusing situation gives way at once when you realize that
Captain Sours of the Delta City Police Department was also
secretly the head of the criminal organization called,
S.N.A.T.C.H.!
Sours had hand picked through the dozen or so possible
awakened gene Aphrodite applicants for the F.U.Z. Program.
And he picked the ones he thought would give him the least
amount of headache for his illegal activities. He then set up
a base for them where their teeny bodies would be kept in a
near constant state of arousal or orgasm and thus keep them
at a tremendous disadvantage in their attempts to stop
S.N.A.T.C.H.!
Sours could not stop the Commissioner, the Mayor, or the
Governor from launching their F.U.Z. Program, lord knows he
had tried, but he could secretly sabotage it from the inside
by volunteering to head it and direct the three teeny in the
field.
From designing the slutiest uniforms he could think of (he
based them off of the costumes the teeny super sidekicks were
wearing), to taking advantage of the overwhelming naivety of
the three girls from the layout and furnishings of their
secret base to encouraging their outlandish bondage behavior
as if it all were normal.
Mostly he expected to mislead them while encouraging them. He
gave them transport that would ensure they would arrive late
to any robbery and have them arriving in full view of the
public in a state of sexual arousal or dazed orgasm.
A few newspaper reports of that and a few calls of complaint
from the general public to the switchboard should have the
F.U.Z. Program scrapped.
In this, it shows that Sours like most cops and criminals
simply had no idea of the acceptance and love the general
public had for its super heroines. They seemed to welcome
them most the more naked and cum covered they were. That the
super heroines would launch themselves into such full face
depravity again and again and with such gusto despite the
constant rapes and milkings and forced masturbations and yet
still return again and again knowing they would get more of
the same until finally at the very sexually sated end,
beating the villains and saving the city; it just made the
public love them all the more that they would subject
themselves to such perverted undertakings to keep them safe.
Having made this mistake of thinking he could turn the public
against teeny heroines by having them half naked and orgasm
dazed in public or subjecting them to rape and molestation of
his criminal organization and thrust thus shamed into the
public eye. That this would undo them. He then made a second
mistake in thinking to bring this about as soon as possible
by using his own men to accomplish this task.
So, Sours set his men about a fake robbery and sent the
F.U.Z. into the trap to have them be ambushed, captured,
raped, and then paraded around in front of the public to
invoke the publics puritanical ire against their cum covered
defeat.
Perhaps just being raped and shamed might be enough to make
the three teeny quit?
Captain Sours called the girls from their beds and showers
and told them a secret wire had just come in and that the
notorious S.N.A.T.C.H. had just been seen robbing a
warehouse.
It took him several minutes to calm the girls down from their
leaping and jumping and squealing in delight over their first
job. And several more minutes to get them back inside the
secret base when they left forgetting to don their uniforms
or any clothing at all for that matter.
But after several false starts and two hours of waiting
(during which his men called him twice wondering where the
dames were they were supposed to take 'dancing') the young
teeny were finally showered, make-up'ed lip stick perfect,
hair done, dressed in their uniforms, and with their
transports firmly gripped between their quivering butter soft
thighs, on their way to the crime scene.
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Captain Sours blinked up at the trio of F.U.Z. from where he
lay upon his back in hand cuffs with all three young teeny
having placed one boot each firmly upon his face or body.
"I don't understand it!' Sours howled. "I had one hundred and
forty men, my entire secret organization, waiting for you in
ambush and you some how defeated them all?!"
Lindsay sneered, "one hundred and forty men are no match for
three sexually charged and determined teeny! Never
underestimate the power and insatiable endurance of teeny
twats!"
"But how did you know I was the head of the criminal
organization of S.N.A.T.C.H.?!" Sours blinked up at the three
hairy pussies standing up-skirt over him and the blurry yet
familiar walls of the F.U.Z. secret base.
"Simple," Charlotte smiled. "All members of the gang were
bald. And you are bald."
"But there are hundreds of thousands of bald men in the
city?!" Sours frowned.
"Oh. Right. Guess we didn't think of that," Pamela tapped her
chin. "But we got it right anyway and that's all that
maters."
"Right, Pam." Lindsay smiled broadly. "Our very first day,
our very first case, and we put out of commission one of the
more notorious crime syndicates in all of Delta City!"
"Yes, indeed," Commissioner Bordon chirped from the old style
operator switch board which had been converted into a
slightly more modern communication device of sorts. "You
girls have done outstanding work. I will have some of my men
pick up your prisoners. Oh, and did you remember to pick up
my dry cleaning?"
"Ah, I'm afraid we didn't actually apprehend the one hundred
and forty men at the warehouse. We just sort of left them
snoring and passed out after our massive teeny orgy." Lindsay
blushed and looked up at the slow moving ceiling fan.
Commissioner Bordon sighed, "well, maybe some of them might
still be passed out from sexual exhaustion. I will send some
men over right away. What about my dry cleaning?"
"Well, we did sort of stop at Dairy Queen to celebrate our
victory, instead of returning to the base directly," Pamela
whined.
"And then we needed a good shower when we got back to our
secret base. I mean, one hundred and forty men, think of the
spunk!" Charlotte laughed and sighed.
"And then we noticed that Sours was bald and we figured he
had to be part of the whole bald S.N.A.T.C.H. thing. So, we
jumped him as soon as he had his back turned." Lindsay mulled
out loud.
"So... what are we talking about here? Three or four hours
having passed since the S.N.A.T.C.H. gang jumped and humped
you at the warehouse?" Bordon whined.
"Ahhhh, more like twelve or thirteen hours," Lindsay counted
on her fingers and then Pamela's fingers.
Bordon sighed. "All right. So the gang has all escaped but
you DO have Sours in custody, right?"
"Yes!" All three F.U.Z. smiled and yelped in giddy unison.
"Wait a minute," Sours spoke up. "Without any of the gang in
custody all you have for so called evidence against me is
that I am bald! I recant anything I may have said earlier
that may have seemed to have discriminated me as spoken under
duress."
"All right girls, let the man go." Bordon growled.
"I may sue for bald discrimination," Sours bellowed.
"Can it, Sours," Bordon snarled. "We both know you are lucky
to be walking out of that door and to the unemployment line.
But I have my eye on you."
"Sexual harassment! That's what this is!" Sours began to
angrily jerk around in his handcuffs. "Attacked and cuffed
and forced to stare at teeny pussy as he is stepped upon by
sexy hot nearly naked teeny! What man wants that in his work
place environment?! Sexual harassment! I will sue you and the
city Bordon! You hear me!"
"Girl's since he is aware of your secret bases location make
sure you use the Mindwash ray that Professor Whirtler gave
you. Good-bye Mister Sours. I somehow don't think you will be
suing anyone, anytime soon."
"Wait! Bordon! That ray! You know it has a chance to
lobotomize anyone its used on!" Sours shouted in fearful
dread. "Bordon! You can't do this! Bordon! NO!"
"Okay, girls. Let's dig out that ray thingy," Lindsay sighed.
"I think it's in the closet under the torpedo two liter soda
pop sized strap-on's."
"Say, Linds. Since he isn't going to be remembering anything
and since he did have one hundred and forty guys rape our
sexy asses for the better part of a day, our FIRST day, why
don't we make some use of those strap-on's on HIS ass,"
Charlotte giggled.
"Char, I think that's a wonderful idea," Lindsay smirked,
"and no lube."
"OH! I want to write, "I 'hart' penises,' in permanent marker
on his bald head!" Pamela shrieked.
"Remember, I was never here. I have never heard of you, and
if I ever catch you billing three hundred and forty dollars
at Dairy Queen to your charge account again, I will move your
secret base to an underpass. Bordon out." Bordon sighed and
clicked off, but not before his tired weary voice could be
heard muttering, "first a city full of super heroines and now
this. Early retirement, early retirement, early retirement,
early retirement. Maybe in some quiet monastery... where they
don't allow women."
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