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GODDESSES AND MAMMARIES
Omega Woman turned the heavy old volume over in her hands,
'Gods and Monsters' by Purity Lane, noting the numerous book
marks made of torn off paper scraps covered in pencil scrawls
before tossing it back on the desk where it lay with dozens
of other similarly notated books.
The small privet library shelves were full of a most esoteric
collection of ancient world myths and occult studies. She had
expected military tracks and military history tomes in
General Hardin Rumpsfields house.
Outside the small study's bay windows the powerful electrical
storm continued to rage. Lighting flashed not in single bolts
but in forests of sudden electrified skeletal trees; trunks
and branches of white searing angry gouges upon the dark
night before vanishing in a meld of retina ghosts of blurring
confusion.
A small niche of open space lay in the center of the
otherwise cluttered desk top. No doubt where a lap top had
until recently sat. The open space was nagging to Omega Woman
whatever interests the General had in world mythologies and
the occult would not be easily pieced together from hundreds
of scrawls on torn scraps of paper sandwiched into hundreds
of books. A concise typed document on a computer would have
made things so much easier.
And as the storm raged outside slashing the air with raw
electrical furry Omega Woman became increasingly suspicious
that the Generals sudden disappearance was somehow tied to
these privet studies of his and not to some foreign
government plot to undermine or steal information about the
top secret military and NASA 'Rooster' project.
All her investigations into that line of reasoning; that the
general had been kidnapped or killed because of his being on
the oversight committee of the new Rooster propulsion rocket
systems, had turned up nothing but dead ends.
All she really knew was that a very busy high ranking
official with top security clearance in the new booster
rocket systems had suddenly and inexplicably gone missing ten
days ago.
The feds had already rifled through the house and removed all
the security sensitive belongings of the missing man. But no
lap top had been taken from the study by the government
agents and one had obviously been here.
All known documents in the generals possession about the
secret program were accounted for as well as his cellphone
and work related lap tops.
This study lap top was the only item, other than the general,
that had gone missing and it had apparently been for his
personal use on his privet interests in world mythologies and
the cults spawned by them. It was rumored that he was hoping
to write a concessive book about this interest when he
retired.
The more she pawned the idea back and forth with the small
army of investigators assigned to solving the general's
disappearance the more she became convinced that it was his
personal hobby and not his professional occupation that was
key to finding his current whereabouts.
In this the blonde bombshell was utterly alone and was now
left to her own devices of pursuing this pariah hypothesis.
The rest of the official team still pursuing the path of his
disappearance being work related and thus a threat to the
security of the country.
It was her lifetime of work in aerospace and her own high
standing security clearance that had brought her into the
fold on this mystery but her instance that it was not due to
the Rooster program but possibly related to his occult
researches had people mumbling, 'super heroines... Russia and
China and North Korea isn't good enough for them. They have
got to have monsters,' and sighing behind her back.
The thirty-something stacked hottie curled a forefinger
around her small chin as she brooded over the stacks of books
on the cluttered desk and then looked over her shoulder at
the lighting and thunder storm clattering about outside as
she pondered what to do next. Her idea did not exactly lead
anywhere.
She frowned again at the storm. She had never seen a storm
like this one before. So much lighting and thunder but no
rain. Just a massive wall of wind shoving the blackest night
she had ever seen around between weird staccatos of savage
lightning strikes. One would think that nothing could be left
standing in such a barrage of constant lighting strikes but
each massive skeletal army of hangman trees showed the world
out there nodding heavily under the strong stroking wind
still in one piece.
It looked as if the ebony polished skin of night its self was
veined with white phosphorous razor cut jags. A marbled
blindness with slamming door splinters of sight.
Then as watched out the study's large shuddering windows,
perplexed by the sure brutality of the night, there was a
deafening crash and a blinding flash and a massive whomping
thump against the shaking window panes. Causing the short
haired blonde to throw up a forearm over her face as she
recoiled backwards in instinctive alarm.
Omega Woman blinked for several seconds as she stared at what
for all the world looked like two huge tits pressed up
against the window pane directly in front of her. And then
another cymbal clash of thunder and searing lightning and the
window shattered! The hail of glass and wind and a heavy blow
knocking her back and down upon her sexy ass!
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The power went out with the shattering of the window and for
several dazed seconds Omega Woman lay upon her back her face
muffled and smothered as she slowly pawed her face free and
her wits back into linear non-circular motion.
In the dark seconds between lighting strikes the blonde
powerhouse realized that what was lying directly upon her
freshly freed face were in fact a pair of the largest most
humongous tits she had ever seen. And considering she was a
super heroine with a power stack of double GG breasts herself
that was indeed saying something!
The lights slowly flickered on and Omega Woman found herself
helping a dazed version of her self to her unsteady feet.
It was Power Lass. The version of Omega Woman from, Earth
Other, as Flag Girl had named it. An alternative dimension
Earth running on a parallel time line.
Power Lass had the same face and same general slim body build
as Omega Woman but with a pair of massive chest cannons. The
women in her world considered a d-cup to be a training bra so
Aphrodite active gene super women who generally grew much
larger busts than the average woman were true beach ball
breasts beauties in Earth Other.
When you got beach balls on your chest trying to confine them
in spandex is like trying to pickup and carry a pair of
watermelons with one hand. Power Lass solution was primitive
and effective. She simply cut out a huge cleavage window in
her one piece leotard and let her huge chest canons swell up
and almost out of it as she raced around fighting crime on
her world.
The two worlds, Earth and Earth Other, were very similar and
yet had odd twists of differences. For example;
on Earth the woman known as Kameron Drake was an ex-astronaut
and researcher who had been empowered as Omega Woman and
belonged, more or less, to the Omega Sisterhood; an
intergalactic group of females of various races who fought
the Breeders as well as crime throughout the galaxy.
On Other Earth, Karen Gander was a researcher who was sent up
in her countries naive rustic space program, much like dogs
and monkeys on Earth were sent up in its nascent stage, into
the cosmic belt of magnetic radiation the rings her planet
which awakened her powers.
Omega Woman has the ability to fly and has super strength and
healing and is neigh invulnerable with only a weakness to
chloroform and other sleep inducing drugs. Power Lass has
very similar powers with no such exceptional weakness to such
drugs, but her powers are effected by electricity in all its
forms. The electricity around her can increase or decrease
her powers randomly but otherwise she has no known
'electrical powers' herself.
During rare occasional extra powerful electrical storms Power
Lass can be 'yanked' from Other Earth to Earth for a short
period of time before she is once again 'yanked' back to her
Other Earth.
She and her world first became known to Earth via a huge
electrical storm that ripped her through the dimensional
plane and sent her sprawling tits first into the face of Flag
Girl. (See Flag Girl secret files #121.)
Since then such rare storms have dragged her to Earth from
Earth Other on half a dozen occasions. Each time her short
visits have always had Omega Woman and Power Lass seeking
each other out, as other than Power Lasses huge tits, the two
are virtually identical twins and the curiosity of that and
mirror worlds is understandable.
"Ah, if it isn't my identical Other World twin. How are you
feeling after your bus ride?" Omega Woman helped steady Power
Lass who was clutching her head and giving her a wavering
thumbs up.
"Sorry about the breast bags in the face crash there, other
me. Hope I didn't knock any teeth loose." Power Lass seemed
to be catching her breath after her uncontrolled passage
through the dimensions and set about tucking her enormous
firm jugs away into her cleavage cut out chest window on her
one piece leotard.
"Nothing my super healing won't fix in a few seconds. I would
ask you what brought you here but I know you can't control
when the electrical rift jump happens.
And the storm raging outside is reason enough to understand
your sudden presence." Omega Woman brushed her other self's
hair out of her large sexy eyes while she finished tugging
her tits back into her costume.
"Sorry for the unannounced slumber party pillow fight there.
Can I make it up to you somehow? Got anything interesting
going on Earth that I can shove my tits into until I jump
back again?" Power Lass tossed back her head and thrust out
her chest as she put her small hands on her narrow waist and
grinned.
"Well, funny you should mention that. I am in a sort of
quandary at the moment. Misplaced a general named Hardin
Rumpsfield. This is, er, was his house. Looks like the tax
payers are going to have to replace a bay window."
"Hmmm, Rumpsfield. That's odd." Power Lass hooked her
forefinger over her small chin while Omega Woman put her
small hands on her own narrow waist.
"You got one back on Other Earth?"
"Well, we did until about ten days agon when he went missing.
Was a high security clearance administration director at the
National Science and Occult Ministry." Power Lass joined
Omega Woman in an exchange of glances and raised eyebrows.
"That's interesting. Our world Hardin was heavily interested
in the occult as well. Ancient mythologies and occult
histories. Was planing to write a book about it when he
retired." Omega Woman nodded at the book cases which were
somewhat obscured now by the rapidly dancing curtains from
the heavy wind blowing in from the shattered bay window.
The lightning and wind storm seemed to be rapidly dying down
now that Power Lass had crossed over from Other Earth. The
pitch black night was a boiling roil of inky twisted clouds
and the dying wind was still icy in its touch as it dragged
along the ground.
"Now, that is something," Power Lass noted. "How long ago did
yours go missing?"
"About ten days just like yours," Omega Woman found herself
darting her eyes into the shadows of the wind blown study.
The lights when they had come back on had not come back on
too steady or too strong. It might have been due to the storm
or it may be because of Power Lasses presence which could
sometimes effect electrical power around her at least on THIS
Earth.
"Two doppelgangers from two alternative worlds go missing on
the same day and both dealing in occult studies. Not liking
this." Power Lass frowned. "Any leads?"
"Squat. And I have never liked alternative facts, but you
have any alternative world leads in your missing man back
home?" Omega Woman mirrored Power Lass in folding her arms
under her own massive rack.
"About the same. As you know our world mixes science and the
occult in equal measures. So we did find out that our Hardin
vanished while performing a routine spell though he did
change the way the rooster was used in the ritual."
"Rooster? That's odd our Hardin named the top secret new
propulsion system for the Mars Mission as well as the new
batch of ballistic missiles, 'Rooster'?"
"Well, well, perhaps these men were more connected and
influenced by each others actions on the parallel worlds than
is more common?" Power Lass raised an eyebrow.
"It's possible that through the occult they managed to
communicate and perhaps meet? Perhaps it's time we paid our
own paranormal expert a visit. Oh, and your nipples have
slipped out of your top again."
"Drat these nips! They always seem extra puffy and hard when
I am on this planet!" Power Lass sighed and began the futile
task of trying to tuck her nipples away into the sunken lip
of her too tight top's cut out. It was like watching someone
trying to push dough back from squushing out from under a
moving rolling pin.
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"Power Lass, this is Salem Dare, resident expert of the
occult when Hexanna is indisposed. Where Hexanna is a
sorceress Salem is a witch. I am not sure of the differences,
though I am told there are many." Omega Woman stepped aside
after making her introduction greeting and let the two women
shake hands. Something that was a sight to see for Salem's
massive jugs rivaled Power Lasses and the sight of the pair
of firm full titanic tits bouncing up and down and side to
side as they shook hands was almost dizzying.
"Ah, Power Lass, Omega Woman's Other Earth avatar. I hear
your world is much more accepting and conducive to magic than
this one. I hope to visit it some day. It would be refeshing
to see a world where witches were prized through out history
rather than being tortured and burned at the stake."
"I am sure you would find yourself most welcome," Power Lass
let go of Salem's hand and Salem continued to speak as their
tits spent the next several minutes calming down into their
usual quivering spasms produced by their breathing.
"Omega Woman already contacted me and informed me of your
inquiry. I must say I find it troubling what I have already
been able to find out while you were flying over."
Salem turned back to her tables full of charts and books. She
wore a tight fitting black dress that was all but see through
with a 'V'-shaped plunge for her massive cleavage that
stopped below her belly button and let wisps of her thick
black pubes peak up and over. Her areolas seemed very large
and dark and her beautiful pale body and face accented her
long coal black hair and large ice gray eyes. A large black
raven sat perpetually on her shoulder. Silent and staring
with ancient unblinking blood red eyes.
"And what did you find out?" Omega Woman asked already uneasy
that there WAS something so readily to find out in an
investigation which she had spent the better part of a week
stymied by.
"That your two men now seem to be one man." Salem pointed a
long black polished fingernail at an old scroll and tapped
it. "Though I am not really sure one should call him a 'man'
anymore. You will find him at this location." She handed
Omega Woman a small brass and glass compass. "Just follow it
and it will lead you to them/him. And good luck. You are
going to need it."
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Following the compass was easy enough. They flew back and
forth and soon found themselves deep in one of the more
questionable quarters of the sprawling Delta City suburbs. A
mix of dead empty shells of homes and apartments and long
closed buildings with that odd mix of occasional oasis of
well kept homes and a few small commercial properties open
for business.
The two men, now one man, was found in a deserted parking
garage next to an empty condemned super mart grocery store.
He had set up shop as it were with a cinder block camp fire
and large iron pot and was apparently cooking up the
leftovers of the homeless people who had once lived there.
"Hardin Rumpsfield?" Omega Woman asked calmly as she
cautiously approached the hunched over hulk of a man as he
sat stirring his pot.
Omega Woman and Salem had known each other for years and if
Salem had wished both her and Power Lass luck in their search
for Hardin then she would take that warning seriously despite
both of them being neigh invulnerable and able to toss
Challenger battle tanks around like frisbees.
The thing that used to be Hardin Rumpsfield turned around
slowly and stood up and eyed the two super heroines. He was
naked. His body was now something like marbleized diamond. He
looked like something a volcano had shit out.
"Hmm, Hardin Rumpsfield? No, they don't exist anymore. You
can call me, HARD ASS!" And with that he leaped at them with
incredible speed and slammed fists of stone into each one of
their stomachs. Doubling them over and then proceeded to land
a knee into each of their faces. He could fly!
The next several minutes pretty much destroyed the upper
level of the parking garage and the few cars abandoned there
as well as both of the super heroines costumes and much of
their sense of superiority and any sense of invulnerability
they had a few hours before.
The thing was a powerhouse of diamond tough stone that could
fly around at blinding speed. It hammered them thoroughly
into submission and then raped them for hours.
The tag team rape would have went on until both super
heroines had simply expired from the physical and mental
exhaustive stress but suddenly Power Lass began to fade away.
The large elastic pull of her own Other Earth recoiling
finally pulling her back home. This so shocked and stunned
Hard Ass who was balls deep in her ass at the time; that he
staggered back in confusion and managed to stumble down one
of the holes he had pummeled into the parking garage cement
floor. He fell through the already rented next floor and
smashed into a gas main on the basement level of the parking
garage.
The main burst open and with her last physical presence Power
Lass managed to kick down after him his cinder block and
broken wood and oily rag camp fire from his cannibal meal
which instantly caused a huge explosion.
Hard Ass may have been neigh invulnerable as the two super
heroines but he still needed to breathe and the fire ball
that engulfed him sucked up all the air around him and he
passed out from the near suffocation.
By the time Omega Woman had struggled upright from her near
mind-break orgasm ordeal and dropped down to where Hard Ass
lay the explosion weakened basement floor had given way and
Hard Ass had fallen into the murky turbulent depths of one of
Delta Cities many underground rivers.
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"I am finding your official report a bit hard to...
understand Omega Woman? You say in here; that you found the
General but that he had somehow 'mutated' and that he
attacked you. That you then engaged in combat with him for
several minutes. And that he then nearly subdued you but that
you managed to suffocate him into unconsciousness by
destroying a gas main and igniting it and thus using up the
oxygen immediately around him. But then the explosion
weakened the floor and he fell through the subsidence into a
subterranean river and could thus not be recovered. Is that
correct?"
"Yes, Mister President."
"Ah, okay. I guess we will file that, then. Now Omega Woman
do you remember our deal? The one you made when you said you
could bring me back the General and I was rather reluctant to
let you try and you blurted out that promise if you should
fail; which of course you just did?"
Omega Woman sighed and pulled down her top and got on her
knees and started titty fucking and blowing the Commander in
Chief in the Oval Office.
"Now, try not to get any on the carpet this time. I guess its
a bitch to clean."
"Yes, slurp, ahem, Mister Pres-slurp-ahdent."
"Good girl. Like the new outfit. The cut out on the chest is
very cute... and useful."
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