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HOUSE OF ADDERS
"Mom, are you okay? You have been staring at Dad's portrait
for almost an hour now," Summer Morgan asked her mother in a
plaintive voice.
Axanna Morgan did not turn away from the large portrait of
her late husband, Nathan Morgan, but after a few moments
spoke in a soft distracted way. "I think I may have made a
mistake, Summer. I think selling the Delta City Tribune was a
mistake."
"A mistake?! But mom you got out just before the whole
newspaper empires collapsed. You made a lot of money out of
unloading that dinosaur when you did." Summer folded her arms
and joined her mother in looking at her fathers painted
portrait.
"Summer do you know what has been the one reoccurring check
and balance of this nations survival? A free press. All the
other institutions failed. And when they did it was the free
press that brought them back, dusted them off, and stripped
searched them before putting them back on their feet."
"Well not anymore. No one reads papers. They want info they
ask their cellphones." Summer sighed.
"Do you know how many investigative reporters a search engine
employs? None. They get all their information from the
newspapers and wire service and digitized encyclopedias of
university presses. And they pay nothing for it. THAT is why
newspapers are failing. They are paying reporters to go out
and report the news and then no one buys their news papers
because they can get it on their media devices as a free
service."
"Well, that even makes less sense. Why would you want a
failing newspaper that is going to go under no matter what
you do?"
"Because when all the newspapers and all the reporters are
gone; the politicians, the police, the businesses, the
churches, the schools, the courts, all of it, goes corrupt.
Just like some of them do every day until some reporter
shines a front page upon them and the people gather up their
pitch forks and torches. It's the one and only self
correcting check and balance that has worked non-stop for
over two hundred years. Sure, there have been bad reporters
and bad newspapers but for the most part newspapers provide
their own witch hunts unlike all the rest of society and do
so publicly."
"You still can't be serious about buying back the paper?!
That's crazy who would do that and why?!"
Axanna looked over her shoulder at her daughter for the first
time since the conversation began, "We're super heroines,
honey. Fighting crime and protecting people is what we do."
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"Well after seven hundred and seventy six subjects I think I
can safety concur; the mutiods are actually a catalysts
chemical chain effect that transmutes common sewer compounds
into these living creatures. They are basically green slime,
er, stuff transmogrified into semi-sentient life." Professor
Whirtler took off his glasses and cleaned them. He was
covered in green goo from the mutiod test subject who had
just exploded a few moments before.
"You know how great that makes me feel Professor Whirtler."
Got Gal stood slightly behind the bespattered doctor with her
arms folded and having taken only a few chunks of green jelly
upon her face and body. "You do realize I was 'porked' by
each one of those mutiods I drug back here for your studies
and to now find out THAT was not humiliating enough, I to get
to now hear I was not only raped by mutiods, but I was
getting raped by mutiods that were really just green sewer
slime with a chemical attitude."
"Be that as it may; science has its procedures and its
price." The doctor replaced his glasses now completely slime
green smeared and began to move about his lab with out
stretched arms being more or less blind.
"I could have to told you they were made out of green jelly
slime the first time one of them shoved their sea cucumber in
my honey pot," Got Gal dryly commented as she watched the
professor stumble and bounce across the room.
"Here! Take a look at this!" The professor plucked a document
off his desk and held it out to Got Gal and she sighed and
crossed over to him and took the offered paper.
"It's the center fold from Teen Playboy." Got Gal deadpanned
acidly.
The Professor gave an involuntary yelp and snapped back the
glossy paper and then looking over and around his smeared
glasses he replaced it with another, "er. Try this one."
"Hmm. It's a map of the sewers overlaid upon a street map
with several hand written notes including one to pick up
bread and milk and extra large cucumbers as well as the
industrial complex of Adder Chemicals being circled several
times in red ink."
"Yes, that's the one! My chemical analysis points to the
culprit responsible for the chemical cocktail turning sewer
sludge into our ever horny mutiods is none other than Adder
Chemicals!" The Professor gave off a high pitched cock-a
doodle-doo of triumph.
"That centerfold? Is that Lydia Welles? I can't read the
info. The page is stuck together. Why is the page so
sticky?!" The Professor slapped Got Gal's hand away from his
desk.
"Yes! So now after almost eight hundred experiments I can
reasonably say with an almost 64% degree of accuracy that the
offending perpetrator of these mutiods creations is Adder
Chemicals. So off you go! Do your super thing. Off now. Shoo
shoo." The Professor was anxiously blocking his desk from Got
Gal's pecking scrutiny with his green slime covered body.
"Look Professor every time I go down into those sewers I end
up taking a load in my easy bake oven as it were. So even if
Adder Chemicals is the one's who started this there are
almost eight hundred horny monsters down there that call me
'mommy'. I don't see why we don't seal off the tunnels and
gas them again."
"Every time we seal off the tunnels and gas them we only
destroy those mutiods currently operative. As long as Adder
is pouring its toxic soup down into those sewers they will
just keep spawning. We need to stop the source before we deal
with the effects. Besides there is nothing left in the city
budget for this quarter for another gassing." The Professor
raised up his glasses and blew his nose in a handkerchief
covered in mutiod green goo. He placed the piece of folded
cloth back in his pocket leaving his lower face covered in
green goo.
Got Gal rolled her eyes in disgust. "Sounds like a job for
the EPA. Let them get their sexy asses nailed for a change."
"You appear to be one of the tens of millions who slept
through the last election. New President and one of the first
things little Benito did was get rid of the EPA."
"What?! That's crazy?!"
"Apparently so is global warming and nuclear disarmament and
farm subsidies and social security and medicare and bank
regulation and just about anything and everything that was
pestering the wealthy and worrying their wallets."
"Hmmm. Maybe I should pay this 'Benito' a visit?"
"Yes. Of course. You do that, my dear. Just as soon as you
get back from shutting down Adder Chemical from dumping it's
waste in to the Delta City Sewers."
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"Got Gal contacted me looking for a little more than basic
information on Adder Chemicals. The Professor thinks he has
traced back the origins of sewer mutiods to their illegal
dumping of chemicals into the Delta City sewer system."
Axanna Morgan sipped her coffee as she typed at her hovering
holographic keyboard.
"She's an award winning television reporter for INN news. Why
would she need you to tap your resources?" Summer shoved a
buttered croissant into her mouth.
"She's a pair of tits on the downtown Jumbo-tron. Whenever
she does one of her, so called, investigative reports the
sale of tissues go up 800%. And that is your 'third'
croissant, little lady."
"Wait. Where do you get these statistics? And I did not have
any dinner last night, thank you very much. You had me
staking out the Delta City Aquarium all night! Possible Fish
men activity, my eye."
"Facts are facts and there's more butter than croissant
there. Just remember a second on the lips forever on the
hips."
"Fine. So what did you dig up on Adder Chemical?"
"Well not surprisingly, very little. I am sure Got Gal made
the same internet search I am making now and it's of course
nothing but press releases by them about various awards
handed out to them by elected officials whose campaigns they
financed and fancy sounding groups which they actually are
members of and the usual distorted profit projections."
"A touch cynical today, mom?" Summer was angrily brushing off
butter from her half eaten croissant with her fingers which
she secretly then instantly popped into her mouth and sucked
clean.
"When Wal-Mart announced they were raising their starting
wage from seven dollars an hour to eleven that is all you
read about, heard about, saw in the news.
No one mentioned that at the same time they did away with all
paid holidays and all other benefit packages and that in fact
their employees did not start out at eleven dollars and hour
but at seven and then had to pass a 'pathways' program that
lasted well over a year to get to that money and that
'pathways' really was about taking everyone and training them
to do jobs that paid a hell of a lot more an hour than eleven
bucks! You did not read or hear or see about that because it
was not in the press release that Wal-Mart handed out."
"This is somehow about the paper again isn't it?"
"Not only was Wal-Mart actually paying their employees less
money now that they had gotten rid of the benefits but they
took all the long time associates already earned sick time
and time off and placed them in such a way as the employees
could never again access them. They also set up a system so
that you could not use time off to go over forty hours a
week. So you had to get management approval for the day off
to use your earned vacation or sick hours for the day off. So
all management had to do was say, 'no'. So they could now
schedule all their workers to work all holidays or any back
to back shift combinations they felt like and one could never
get to use their already earned time off. So where you used
to work Christmas and get paid holiday pay now you worked
Christmas and didn't get paid the holiday pay nor could you
actually get a vacation or sick time anymore."
"That's kind of poopy."
"Summer, language. And yes it is kind of poopy. But the point
is that not a single news outlet reported any of it. All they
dutifully reported as news was what was contained in the Wal
Mart press release; that Wal-Mart had raised its wages from
seven dollars to eleven. When in fact it had really done no
such thing and in fact had actually stripped enough benefits
away so they were paying their employees less not more. All
while significantly raising all its salary management wages
and increasing THEIR benefit packages."
"But I don't see how that has anything to do with Adder
Chemicals?"
"I was merely using it as an example of why the loss of
investigative reporting means the loss of any sort of check
and balance against wrong doing in our country first
ethically and then legally. And why all I can find in my
searches on the internet are nothing but endless praises of
glory for Adder Chemical."
"So now what do we do?"
"We go old school. We hit the streets and tap our flesh and
blood contacts. The people who know the truth because they
live in the trenches and see it every day."
"But isn't Got Gal sort of waiting for that info she asked
from you? I mean, it sounds like we are taking this Adder
Chemical investigation over ourselves?"
"By this time Got Gal has already entered the sewers and is
probably on her third investigative expose gang bang."
"Owe! Gross, eating here, mom."
"Well when you get done stuffing your face maybe you can meet
me down stairs in your costume, if it still fits, and we can
hit the streets to do a little justice."
"Geesh! Forget the croissants. Maybe you should knock back on
those six cups of coffee every morning."
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"Ummm. So, the trenches is the Russian Tea Room on Fifth
Avenue?" Specter Girl in costume was tugging on her ear as
her mother dressed in a sexy slinky black dress, gold tipped
black sling back heals, and gold necklace and emerald ear
rings was making her way out of the taxi cab.
"I am going to check in on Margot. She is always a fount of
information on the movers and shakers of industry."
"You mean she loves to gossip," Specter Girl started to get
out of the taxi cab only to have her mother stop her with an
up held hand. "And why am I suited up and you're not?"
"And you are going to head across the river and find Pigeon.
And see what he knows about Adder Chemical."
"Wha?! That guy's a perv! Why can't I go and chat with Miss
Chatterbox and you go deal with the stinky perv?"
Axanna shut the taxi door and spoke smilingly to the driver
through his open window, "the wharfs on second."
The taxi cab shot away from the curb as Specter Girl pressed
her face against the locked cabs driver's side back door
window, "hey! I don't have any money! How am I supposed to
pay the fare?!"
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The Russian Tea Room was one of the last bastions of elegant
snobbery.
With outrageous prices to keep all but the most well-to-do
either bared from entering or wearing a waiters jacket.
Margot Cassidy, seven time widow and from a family which
prided its self on ten generations of never having done a
days work in their lives, was the center of all social
activity in Delta City and all points beyond. She feted
diplomates and kings with an unerring grace and charm and wit
that set the seasons style high water mark year after year.
Her only sin was her insatiable gossiping. Which of course
was exactly what made her so popular at her elegant dinner
parties. But in privet she never gave until she got and then
it was always on a sliding scale in her favor.
And after the usual pleasantries and mock surprises the
little dance came around to Axanna letting lose some juicy
gossip on several of the super heroines of Delta City.
When she had owned the paper Axanna could drop a few police
investigations on this or that person of interest. But now
she had to use her 'insider' information on super heroines
and their various exploits; the more embarrassing the better.
No one ever questioned how she knew the personal plights of
super heroines and Margot seemed to accept the unspoken
notion she had that the super heroines came to Axanna to use
her for her own connections via her paper. Even though said
paper was no longer hers at all.
So after dishing good on Ms. Americana and Champion Girl and
Omega Woman; all who would now be the subject of much
repeated snips and snides for the rest of the social season.
Axanna turned the conversation over to Adder Chemical.
"Adder is a most dull man. Third generation son of the
company founder. Not a very giving man. Unlike his father who
not only sponsored several events but paid for the lion share
of the refurbishing of the opera house after that terrible
fire. Hmmmm. Keeps to himself mostly. A bachelor long into
his thirties so probably the last of that line. Rich. Not bad
looking if you like the executive type. One of those rolled
up sleeves men. Lots of the alphabet after his name. Yet, not
really one of us."
"Oh come on Margot. I could have read that on the company
stock report."
"Well, he is rumored to be one of the C.O.R.E members."
"C.O.R.E.?"
Margot tapped her nose. "A group of very powerful industrial
types who formed a sort of mega-portfolio together.
Each member owns his own company and they grouped together to
tackle large scale complex projects that lone companies
couldn't handle."
"Such as?"
"Oh such as getting a government contract to rebuild entire
war torn cities from scratch sort of thing."
"Ah, Hal Burton-esque."
"Very, but that's only an example. It seems these C.O.R.E.
people are really into research and development. Uh, test
tubes and lab coats rather than bulldozers and concrete."
"So they tackle large scale R & D sort of things?"
"So goes the buzz. Nothing official. They exists and yet they
don't. It's as if the government farmed out its black ops to
Black Water. Only in this case it's their research and
development of cutting edge... well, whatever?"
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Axanna Morgan exited the Russian Tea Room and flipped her
cell on as soon as her heels hit the pavement, "Specter
Girl?"
There was a rather long delay and then a breathless Specter
Girl came on over her neck choker mic, "yeah, mom?"
"I just left that old gas bag Margot Cassidy. Who stuck me
with the check again! 800.00$ For tea and two slices of
cake!? Looks like you will be eating tuna and crackers for
the next two weeks."
"Talking about getting stuck with the tab. You do realize I
don't have any cash on me?! I had to blow the taxi cab
driver! He tasted like sour cream potato chips and smelled
like goose liver pate!"
"It's all protein and good for you. Now what did mommy's
little darling find out from our mister Pigeon?"
Arthur Pigeon was the top security man in Delta City for over
two decades. He ran A.P.P.I. Arthur Pigeon Privet
Investigations. And solved so many cases that the press went
to him for information rather than the police. Pigeon
believed in truth, justice, and we are a nation of laws and
no one was above or beneath them.
In Delta City with its corrupt police department and
businessmen-lawyer-politicians this made him very unpopular
with anyone who had too much money to remain honest or too
little to remain poor.
Twenty years back, the then commissioner of police, Harold
Bent, brought charges against Pigeon of such a rank nature
that it destroyed him utterly. He lost everything and the
already rather heavy drinker became a homeless acholic. Bent
retired shortly after this and gathered up Pigeon's former
agents and started his own Privet Investigation Agency but
instead of working for people at whatever fee they could
afford Bent's boys worked for the well to do rich and
powerful as mostly security and hired muscle. Sweeping things
under the rug rather than pulling it up by the tacks.
Most people knew Pigeon had been framed and when all former
chargers where finally dropped after years of muck raking
several of the new more honest wealthy that were coming in to
Delta City on the explosive wave of the super heroine
upsurge; tried to get Pigeon off the booze and streets but to
no avail.
Pigeon lives on the street with a sort of hobo homeless loose
connection army of informers. Anyone can pay him in booze or
drugs and even money and as long as the work does not help
any of the wealthy to hurt the poor he will get you your
street information surprisingly fast and intact. Even the
modern generation of police officers quietly go to Pigeon for
street info on everything from drug wars to contraband
shipments. He will sell anything but names. Anyone see's
something on the street they will always take it to Pigeon
rather than the cops or the newspapers. He pays better and
you stay invisible.
He is the most reliable of all the super heroine informants
but he is notoriously hard to pin down and locate. He does
move around the city seasonally like most of the homeless and
there are certain times of the year he is easier to find than
others.
"UGH! Pigeon!" Specter Girl grunted in her neck choker two
way. "My boobies are still sticky with his gross spunk! A
titty fuck under an over pass during rush hour traffic is not
my idea of fun! Seriously people were honking non-stop at me!
I got to get some pockets on this thing and a credit card or
allowance to put in it!"
"Oh stop your complaining! Summer you are 5' 4'', weigh 118
pounds, when you are not stuffing your face, are a natural
strawberry blonde with large blue eyes, you have a 36''
bubble butt that cheerleaders chew off their three hour
manicures over, a slim 23'' waist, and a thirty-eight double
GG-cup bust!
You are the ONLY slim double GG-cup bust in all of Delta City
high school! What on Earth could you possibly need money
for?!"
"Geesh! Mom alright! Anyway, after he blew his load, and I
gotta wonder are we the only one's paying this guy in titty
fucks and BJ's because he seemed really backed up? I mean he
completely soaked my tits and neck and I think I got some in
my hair, even?"
"Summer honey, Mommy's just spent several hours with Margot
Cassidy. My ears are bleeding. Can we get this in the
abridged version?"
"Okay, okay. He said he heard quiet a bit about Adder and his
company since Adder joined this CORE group? Some kind of
Delta City boy's club of business men."
"Did he say anything about this CORE?"
"Well, we mostly concentrated on Adder because that is what I
thought you wanted to know about; and my tits. He talked a
LOT about my tits."
"Okay. So what did he have to say about Adder or his company?
We can leave discussing your tits until the bishop comes over
for tea latter this week."
"Well, Adder wasn't doing so hot. Or rather his company
wasn't. He was personally making gil hand over fist but his
company was coming up a bit short in the books. Pigeon said
that even with all the ways he had of giving himself multiple
titles and paychecks and perks Adder was still not satisfied
so he started cooking his own books to take even more.
Seriously. Mom! My tits are making that squelchy noise from
all this spunk when I walk! Why can't I have an allowance. I
mean, even old tightwad Ms. Americana gives Flag Girl an
allowance!"
"Well, maybe Flag Girl did not take her allowance and use it
to buy the test papers for her sophomore exams or use it to
pay some one else to do her homework! Besides she rides a
moped. I let you drive the car."
"Okay, okay. Geesh! Anyway, Adder was up to his neck and
about to get busted by the Fed's when this CORE group came in
and bailed him out. But when they did they made him cut off
his work with Dragon Queen."
"Dragon Queen?! How dose she fit into this?"
"Adder said that just before this CORE group showed up Adder
was so desperate that he started doing some chemical work for
Dragon Queen.
That is probably what actually brought the Fed's down on
him."
"Now that is interesting. Dragon Queen and Adder Chemical?
Maybe Professor Whirtler is right about toxins being dumped
as run off into the Delta City sewers causing mutiods? Hmm.
But that said maybe it's not run off? Maybe Dragon Queen is
having Adder dump the stuff in the chemicals on purpose in
order to make mutiods? She is a rather sick woman."
"In either case, if CORE made it a condition of his joining
them and their bailing him out financially, that he stop all
his work with Dragon Queen then wouldn't that mean no more
'new' mutiods?"
"Not necessarily. That air headed bubble titted lust crazed
fire crotch Got Gal can't go a week without venturing down
into the sewers and getting her joy buzzer zapped by those
horse cock hung mutiods. She has to be responsible for at
least a few hundred of them a month. Then you got Champion
Girl and Got Chick and Amazing Babe and Omega Woman and
Americana and Flag Girl popping down there every time the
crime level ebbs; adding their wombs to the mix."
"But they seal up and gas the sewers periodically. So Adder
still has to be dumping his stuff either knowingly or
unknowingly."
"True. Let's work on the premises that Adder Chemicals is
still dumping the toxin that creates mutiods into the city
sewers. This then would suggest that CORE required him to
stop his association with Dragon Queen but not terminating
his dumping of this chemical that makes mutiods. Since it was
Dragon Queen paying him to make said chemical and she is now
out of the picture then who is paying him to continue making
and dumping said chemical and for what purpose?"
"Tough one. Pigeon only said that Dragon Queen was not happy
getting the boot out of Adder Chemicals which she was not
only paying for services but using as a crash pad for several
years."
"Years?! Holy moles! How could we miss that! Blind indeed!"
"I guess we never really went up against Dragon Queen before?
So we never had a reason to ask Pigeon about her."
"True and Got Gal seems to know nothing about Pigeon.
Amazing. If only we had asked him over the years. Think of
the damage we could have averted by apprehending that woman!
Well, water under the bridge. Dis Pigeon have anything else
to say about Adder or his company?"
"Not really. He mostly just kept going on about my tits and
blowing wads all over my young teen face. I mean he was titty
fucking me throughout the whole interview."
"Hmmm. I can't help but think that there is some clue we are
missing here? Think. Are you sure he didn't say anything else
not pertaining to your tits?"
"Well, he did like my ass quiet a bit? Really wanted to pop a
load or two in there. But I wouldn't let him. I mean, it was
an over pass in broad daylight! Geesh. Such a perv. Oh, he
did mention that Dragon Queen did try at least two attempts
to 'get back' at Adder but was thwarted. I think CORE may
have had something to do with that? Those guys seem to swing
some big dick. But the one thing he did sound really
important about was that Dragon Queen dropped her revenge
against Adder not because of anything Adder or CORE did to
stop her but because she let herself get recruited into some
new underground gang. Run by some guy named, are you ready
for this; Mister Fear! Ha! Where do they get these names?!"
"Mister Fear? Never heard of him. I wonder... could he
somehow be a part of the mutiod problem?"
"I don't know but when Pigeon told me his name I busted out
laughing because it was so lame. But he got all serious, I
mean I thought he might actually lose his wood that is how
serious he got; and he said that this Fear guy was recruiting
up an army. He was snatching up all Pigeon's regular
informers. Either joining this Fear guy's gang and no longer
talking to Pigeon or anyone else for that matter, or simply
disappearing. He says hundreds of street people and some of
the smaller gangs have either joined or just vanished."
"That's interesting. I wonder what the major crime bosses and
the crime families think about that? Some new upstart? But to
recruit homeless people? What for and to what ends? And
Dragon Queen? She has been always opportunistic and has
teamed up with countless people before but I have never heard
her becoming partners with some new rank amateur? I mean she
has her own ninja army?! You sure Pigeon wasn't feeding you
some kind of line. You know, so he could pound your ass. He's
been trying to pop that since the first time he saw you."
"I don't know he seemed awful serious. Pigeon has been
pumping my tits for years now in swap for information but I
have neve seen him look like that before. I mean, he almost
looked, well frightened."
"It would take quiet a lot to unnerve someone like Pigeon.
All right, I think it's time we pay a personal visit to Adder
Chemicals ourselves and in our 'work' clothes. Join me there
no latter than six p.m. The last shift should be leaving for
the Labor Day holiday weekend shut down by then.
Got Gal can grind her way through the sewers all she wants.
The Specters go through the front door!"
"Adder Chemicals?! But I am on the other side of the river?!
That's on the other side of town?! How am I supposed to make
it all the way over there with no money and in less than an
hour and a half?!"
"For the last time Specter Girl you're a skinny eighteen year
old bubble butt double GG-cup!
The Goddess gave you that body to make use of and you in turn
chose to use it for the noble calling of fighting crime! When
I was your age I was a super model in Paris! You think I had
any need for money?! You think I ever paid for anything with
anything other than my tits and ass?! Summer, perfect bodies
like ours our the ultimate platinum no fee charge card but it
does expire in time! Use it!"
"Okay mom. If I let the next cabby cum on my face I should be
there in plenty of time. That always seems to make them pop
their corks so much faster when you give them the puppy dog
eyes."
"That's my girl! Just remember not to get any in your eyes;
it stings!"
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"There it is," Green Specter stood with hands on hips looking
down from the building roof she was on and across the street
to the fenced building of Adder Chemicals.
Green Specter stood 5' 11'' in her fishnet stockings and
weighed 135 pounds dripping wet. She sported a pair of firm
38 double GG-cups a 24 inch waist and a 38 inch full round
butt that while not quiet as perky as her daughters still was
saucy and proud. She had hazel eyes to her daughters sky blue
and her hair was more blonde and less reddish in hue than her
daughters.
Her daughter standing next to her and slightly behind her was
decked out in a costume in the same color palet of dark
hunters green and olive and black with gold highlights like
her mother. But where her mother's costume was a once piece
with fish net stockings; Specter Girl wore a much more daring
two piece and smoked silk hose.
Mother wore her long hair down in a natural wave; daughter
wore her hair in a tight pony tail that bounced almost as
much as her teen tits.
At 38 years of age Green Specter had not lost her super model
looks and at 18 years of age Specter Girl with her fresh face
innocent dazed look was the sweater puppy champion of Delta
City. Together they took command over any room they entered
or left. Either as the Specter's or as the Morgan's. They
were snobbish and elitists and tended to look down on
everyone and anyone regardless of their position in life. The
were the subject of endless envy and rotten wishes but they
were two cats who always landed on their feet with a puss
full of smiles.
"You didn't happen to think to bring me a fresh mask did you,
mom?" Specter Girl was trying to maintain her hands on hip
mirrored pose of her mother while crinkling up her nose to
try and get the beaded seaman stains on her mask to flake
off.
"Seems deserted. Fence is twenty feet high if it's an inch.
Topped with coiled razor wire. Guards posted at the front and
back gates in cozy guard houses. They won't be wandering
around anymore than they have to with air-conditioning and
color television to watch the game. We hit the fence with my
gadget belt... there. Cut our way in and then use a gas stun
grenade to take out the two patrolling guards and their dog."
"Dog?! They got dogs?"
"That worry you, Specter Girl?"
"Well, you can't titty fuck a dog."
"I can. I have. But with my new and improved K-9 gas grenade
we won't have to; Spot will be out like a light in seconds."
"Ah, seconds is a lot of bitting time. Grenade? Did you say
'grenade'? As in I only brought one?"
"It's my latest prototype. I am excited we will get a chance
to test it out."
"Ah, okay but what if there is more than one dog?"
"The we will see which of the two of us is the faster
sprinter."
"Not funny mom. You know you always cheat."
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"Ah, good. Our incursion seems to have gone unnoticed by the
inside security. No alarms sounding and the guards in here
seem... unexpecting." Green Specter maintained her crouch
position below the open air duct on the upper scaffolding
above the security station inside Adder Chemical.
A panting gasping Specter Girl dropped down beside her
tugging up her torn top to try and keep her firm large teen
breast from popping out of the rented material. "O-kee, three
dogs. And how can you design and build something yourself and
then not remember you have to take the pin out before you
throw it?!"
"It was an experimental prototype. Never been field tested
before."
"O-kee, but twice?! You made me jump down in that guard dog
pen... twice! To retrieve your grenade! Don't you think that
forgetting to pull the pen before you threw it should have
been something you R & D'ed on the first throw?! Not the
third?! I could have been killed!"
"But you weren't and as I guessed that door leading from the
outdoor dog pen into the internal winter kennels was not
locked! Once the dogs were gassed, and very successfully I
might add; that little baby is going to make a great addition
to my gadget belt in the future. Once our canine foes were
easily defeated we were able to pop through the dog door and
inside! A moments search and we found a nearby air duct which
let us avoid all further security problems and we have now
followed said air duct over the very security post we need to
eliminate so we may continue our search of the facility
undeterred."
"You know you made that sound a lot easier than it was and as
I suspect will be. So what's the plan for taking out these
two guards? What else do you have in your gadget belt?"
"Know your enemy. Two underpaid never appreciated fat comic
book reading non-college bound losers who have never had a
girl friend in their lives and who jerk off daily to anime
porn." Green Specter reached over and grabbed Specter Girl's
torn top and yanked on it. Spilling out her large basket ball
sized breast.
"HEY!"
Green Specter then grabbed her own top and yanked it down
letting her own full milky breasts flop out. Raising up and
down her eyebrows as she smiled at her daughter.
"You know I could have just as easily pulled my top down too
you know?! You're not the one who is going to be up all day
with a needle and thread trying to sew this damn impossible
to sew but so damn easy to rip costume!"
Needless to say the sudden apparition of two hot smoking
blondes in sexy super heroine outfits with their firm
bouncing tits exposed dropping out of the ceiling in front of
the two security guards had the desired effect.
The two young men stood their with mouths open utterly frozen
while Green Specter and Specter Girl proceeded to pound them
into unconsciousness.
Specter Girl perhaps taking the opertunity to vent a little
of the days growing frustration out on her young man. In
fact. Green Specter had to drag her off him as she stomped
away at his battered form while she screamed, 'if he had seen
enough yet!'
*************************************************************
"Ah, with the security systems turned off and the cameras
inoperable our little sojourn through Adder Chemicals has
been the proverbial cake walk." Green Specter smiled broadly
with her hands on her hips. Her top back in place she looked
every inch the dignified super heroine she felt herself to
be; brimming with pride and self confidence and
righteousness.
Behind her with one boob hanging out and a sullen look on her
face Specter Girl sighed and looked around them. "What
exactly are we looking for Green Specter? If we wanted to
snoop through Adder's personal files or the company records
we should have headed up into the offices not down into the
basement?"
"Ah, Specter Girl I can remember when I was a young fresh
naive crime fighter much like yourself and I had so much to
learn before me."
"Mom, you started fighting crime when you were thirty six and
'I' discovered your secret identity when you started asking
me to wash the cum stains out of your costume every night.
The only reason it took me months to catch on that you were
Green Specter is because I assumed by the clothes I was
washing you were waking the streets as a proustite. You know
out of sexual frustration with dad being killed and rich
widow boredom and all."
"With experience you will learn that business people do not
keep their incriminating evidence in their offices and safes
and filing cabinets."
"Is that why we keep all our tax information in the Bahamas
with some guy named Guido?"
"If you want to know what someone is really eating; you look
in his trash bin. Not in his kitchen."
"Your making no sense, mom. You didn't take one of your
'special pills' out of your gadget belt did you?
You said those were only to take if the penis was bigger than
your thigh."
"And Guido is an old friend of the family and we never
mention him by name. He's Malaccan Associates if we have to
speak of him at all or Big Mamma's Travel Agency. Now! The
basement! It is here we should find the smoking gun! The
physical location where Adder is pouring his chemicals out of
his factory and into the sewers!"
"Ah, Green Specter, the Adder Chemical Plant is several
separate buildings stretching for almost a square mile. This
is just the office building. They won't be mixing any kind of
highly toxic chemicals here-"
"Here it is!"
"What?! I don't believe it!"
Green Specter stood next to the large vat with several large
pipes going in and out of it and read the large metal plate
pin riveted to its side; "Warning: Highly Toxic Over Spill
Sewer Dump Vat."
"Why the hell would anyone put that in their office building
basement?!"
"Because no inspector or police officer would think to look
for it here."
"Well, okay, I guess I will give you that. But why then label
it!"
"So no one accidently opens one of the values and spills it
all over the basement floor, silly."
"Seriously. Are all adults this f'ed in the head?!"
"Say's it's also 'Highly Flammable' that should make this
part of the mission easy." Green Specter pulled out a small
disk from her belt and pressing a button attached it to the
side of the vat.
"Uh, what is that?"
"Another new prototype of mine. Replaces the older Specter
Dumb Blonde Bombs with a new improved Specter Smarter Blonde
Bomb. This one alters the matrix of the substance its
attached to and then excites the matrix causing the substance
to take on an electrical form. Harmless in some cases; just
shorts stuff out. But attached to this it should produces one
hell of a bang."
"Where the hell did you get that?! And don't tell me you
whipped it up in the kitchen because you keep frying our
microwave every time you make popcorn!"
"Well, no this time I sort of borrowed this from Wade the
last time I was over at her place for tea."
"Most people barrow a book. You borrowed a bomb."
"Well, bombs tend to be much more useful, darling."
"Okay, not sure my stomach is one hundred percent on this one
Green Specter but how much time are you going to set it for.
I would kind of like at least an hour. You know, get good and
gone before this place is good and gone."
"Ah, I am not sure. I think it just 'starts' when you attach
it to something. There's really no other controls."
"Wha?! Holy donkey dicks mom! You mean we are just standing
here talking and this thing is ticking down?!"
"Summer, language. But you are right we should not linger.
Let's find the access tunnel for this discharge pipe that
should lead us down into the sewers where this stuff is doing
its damage." Green Specter started looking around the large
vat and checking the floor by the huge pipes that seamlessly
penetrated its concrete surface.
Specter Girl stopped dead in her sprint back up the metal
staircase and looked back down at her mother. "Highly Boom
able! That means when this vat goes it will trigger all that
gunk already down there! To quote Leeloo Multipass 'Big-bada
boom'! And we don't know how much time we have until it
blows?!"
"Exactly. Which is why we should hurry and find the- Ah!
There it is! Let me use my manhole spider on this!" Green
Specter pulled a square metal box out of her gadget belt and
placed it scare in the center of the manhole and pressed the
key pad top.
The box then hovered in the air and shot several magnetic
beams in spinning circles upon the manhole cover. In seconds
the heavy cover was hovering in the air slowly spining in
place as Green Specter lightly pushed the box and the
dangling cover out of her way. "I always told Nathan that my
jar lid opener had so many practical uses but he would always
say, 'Jewel, that is what the hired help is for,' Green
Specter sighed and looked down into the foul mess bellow her
which filled the room with a throbbing green glow.
"Mom, real world now, are we going DOWN into that muck? That
muck that is soon going to be napalm? I mean, us as shit on a
shingle, napalm? I am as plucky gung-ho as Flag Girl or
Shield or Azure Angel or Amazing Babe, all who I now wish
were here rather than me; but not nearly as dumb as they are.
Better boobs and better brains; super heroine teen 2.0! So
all I have to know is why?! Why are we going down there
instead of running for our lives?"
"Because Got Gal is down there and has undoubtedly been down
there getting her brains balled out by mutiods ever since she
called me for information about Adder Chemical early this
morning."
"Okay, mom. I don't mind dying saving a life. I just needed a
reason."
"That's my baby. Shall we go?"
"Ugh, not only looks like glowing snot it smells like rancid
pork rinds. You sure she's in trouble down there, Green
Specter? I am not asking because I am afraid of dying. I am
asking because it is going to take me weeks to get the smell
and stains out of our costumes."
"I know, sweetie. And yes she is down there. Got Gal leads
with her womanly whiles not her womanly wits like we do."
"Okay, mom! Green Specter! Let's go kick some mutiod backside
and save our friend!"
"Oh, enough already! Stop saving me and just give me a hand
up!" A silver gloved hand reached up through the open manhole
between the two straddle legged fist pumping Specters.
"There in the manhole it's Got Gal!"
"Manhole! Think they could have come up with a little more
respectful name than that! UGH! Seriously give me a hand.
These tits of mine are so swollen up after a dozen mutiod
pregnancies. I can barely squeeze through!"
"Pull Specter Girl! Pull!"
"Ugh! Watch the girls! They are tender enough as it is!" Got
Gal gurgled through Green Specter's head lock around her
neck.
"Careful Green Specter don't slip in the milk! All this
tugging her breasts through that manhole has her lactating
like a guernsey bursting for milking!" Specter Girl shouted
yanking on an arm.
With several tugs and two loud plops! Got Gal's titanic tits
were squeezed past the tight manhole in a shower of erupting
raining milk.
"Ugh! You're covered in mutiod spunk!" Green Specter gagged.
"I have set an explosive device on the source tank of the
mutiod creation cocktail. Can you fly! We only have, er,
probably a very short period of time left!"
"Sorry ladies after that twelve hour orgy-fest and maternity
playdough-a-rama I haven't enough of my Got Gem power left to
blow out a birthday candle let alone jet us out of here."
"We'll have to use our Specter grappling hooks and skip the
maze of stairs and walkways. Since we are backtracking I
suppose we can take those two men along with us and oh yes
those guard dogs and well those other guards are unwittingly
just outside and may indeed be in the blast radius and well
if the sewer blows there could be sever damage for several
blocks so we had better call-" Green Specter turned to the
disk adhered to the vat which suddenly started to beep.
"Oh poop."
"Summer, language!"
The device on the huge vat began to vibrate and then the
entire vat shook and then shrank and popped into a small
flash of light leaving a burnt smell of ozone behind it.
"Oh... so that is how it works." Green Specter frowned.
"The pipes leading into the room seem to be automatically
shutting off their flow of chemicals." Specter girl noted as
they trio dodged out of the way of the cascading chemicals.
"No doubt pressure control values reacting to the sudden loss
of, er, well pressure." Got Gal was now standing on her own
two feet her giant breast proudly quivering. Green Specter
handed her her top which had come off in the tug a war match
between manhole and three super heroines.
"Okay, so we nixed the giant mixing vat. And it is obvious
that Adder was intentionally dumping the mixed chemicals into
the sewers. Not singularly but combined with the intent to
make mutiods. So, now what do we do? We really haven't
stopped him." Specter Girl looked about at the mess of the
room. "I mean he just shows up after a three day weekend and
puts in an order for a new mixing vat and puts the janitor to
work cleaning up the place."
"You know maybe we have been going about this all wrong,"
Green Specter was staring down the open manhole cover and
slowly inching away from it. Low growls were emanating from
it gradually increasing in volume.
Soon a green semi-glowing jelly hand emerged followed by a
mutiod head and shoulders.
"Mutiods!" Got Gal shouted and for all apparent appearances
seemed to lean demurely back against a table and spread her
legs.
"We have to stop them in the manhole! It's a choke point!"
Specter Girl leapt forward landing a solid kick on the gooey
creature with her boot toe to its head. The creature growled
and pin balled back and forth in the narrow opening before it
lost its footing on the slimy rungs and fell back with a loud
splash.
"No, Specter Girl I have an idea." Green Specter grabbed her
daughter by the wrist and pulled her back from the manhole
where now dozens of low moans issued.
*************************************************************
"Green Specter's are you sure about this?!" Got Gal came
racing down the elevated walkway after Green Specter and
Specter Girl!
"Of course we are! The Goddess gave us these super sexy
bodies for a reason, right mom?!" Specter Girl shouted as she
and the other two women stopped suddenly and turned around to
flash their tits and grind in place as they rubbed and groped
their own feverish bodies.
"Less talk and more pole dancing Specter Girl! Show me those
lessons I've paid for are paying off! Come on Got Gal shake
that money maker of yours! Come on girls we need to show
these mutiods how we bang our 'thangs'! When they get to
sniffers row run again! They are slow and easy to
outdistance! Mister Adder may have thought nothing about
creating mutiods for whatever his reason or for whomever his
client is when they were harmless to him or his company! Out
of sight out of mind! But I am willing to wager when he sees
on the INN news the next morning that hundreds of mutiods are
covering every inch of his plant and the local authorities
are threatening fines in the millions! He won't want to be
making any more of these beasties himself! Even if no one can
prove in court he has anything to do with their creation now!
Everyone will be watching in the future!"
"Brilliant lateral thinking outside of the brain box and with
the joy box! Green Specter! Let's draw as many of these foul
green things top side as we can!
I have already called the INN news team on my neck choker and
I can guarantee you Jumbo-tron coverage in less than thirty
minutes!" Got Gal grabbed her naked tits and began to squeeze
and lick them as the horde of green mutiods staggered toward
the three fruging super heroines.
"Come on don't let up Green Specter! Don't hold back Got Gal
you get your powers from a fertility goddess after all! We
got this! Let's cock tease these horny bastards until their
lust crazed brains fry!" Specter Girl screamed to be heard
over the wall of moans approaching them as she dropped to her
spread knees and began to rub her crotch and shove her
fingers in and out of her mouth splattering drool all over
her naked heaving breasts!
"Well done my heroines! Well done! Looks like they are
getting a little close and graby! Time to fall back to the
next position!" Green Specter laughed and turned to yank open
the metal hatchway door. Set in the concrete wall between the
basement and the upper levels.
"Better hurry a little there mom! I have never seen so many
large throbbing cocks in my life! And that's MY life we are
talking about here! There must be over a hundred of them! And
man have we done a good job! They are chewing their own lips
off in burning lust for us! Ah, mom? Anytime with that door
there?! Mom!" Specter Girl kicked an outstretched jelly arm
to keep it from grabbing her ankle.
Got Gal joined an increasingly anxious Green Specter as she
yanked on the metal hatchway door. "UGH! It's sealed up
tight! I am still too weak from my orgy and births! I can't
budge it!"
"It wasn't locked before?!" Green Specter howled in
confusion!
"It must have been when we destroyed the vat! All those open
ended pipes shutting off. The door must be rigged to seal if
there is any chance of flooding of chemicals in the
basement!" Specter Girl stopped yelling and then looked at
Green Specter and Got Gal who looked wide eyed at one another
in turn.
"OH POOP." All three super heroines whispered and turned to
face the hundreds of green glowing throbbing huge jelly cocks
and the fit to be bursting swollen nut sacks hanging heavy
and full underneath their dancing jerking hoplite advance.
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