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KINKY
"Are you all right Flag Girl?" Ms. Americana rose a bit
unsteadily to her feet as she continued to break free from
the constricting snakes-in-a-can which had just been thrown
at her a few moments before.
"UGH! I've been cream pied, but not in the usual way," Flag
Girl was still scrapping off the sticky white pie filling
from her face and upper body.
Ms. Americana looked around her at the over turned cars and
shattered windows and broken pavement and bullet riddled
smoldering buildings and frowned.
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"Ms. Americana. This is Ms. Bangharder. The new federal
liaison officer between D.C. and Delta City." Police
Commissioner Bordon stood up and motioned in the direction of
the woman who had just entered his office.
She was young in the face making guessing her age difficult.
She could be in her early twenties or late thirties. Her very
busty hour glass figure tightly encased in a pin stripped
blazer and pencil skirt power suit gave off a sensual yet
cold vibe. She wore large glasses on her beautiful no
nonsense face. Her long black hair was piled up in a very
tight bun. She carried a briefcase rather than a purse.
She held out her hand and Ms. Americana ignored it and
crossed her arms under own very impressive breasts.
"We don't need a baby sitter," Ms. Americana hissed and
narrowed her eyes behind her mask.
"Four hundred thousand in property damage. Complete
pandemonium in the heart of downtown. Dozens injured. The
President clearly thinks you DO, Ms. Americana." Ms.
Bangharder glared back at Ms. Americana as she narrowed her
own eyes.
"We clearly underestimated this adversary. This... Kinky, the
clown princess of crime. But I have run tests upon the
balloons she tied into poodle dogs that then attacked us and
tied into a Tommy gun that fired actually bullets at us. And
there is nothing unique about the balloons she used. I also
had Hexanna check the crime scene for magical residue. There
was none.
I am thus convinced that this Kinky uses some kind of mind or
telepathic power to make her gimmicks and cheap tricks work
with lethal effect." Ms. Americana put her hands on her hips
still glaring at the woman in the doorway of the
commissioner's office. The small cluttered room couldn't
quiet accommodate two sets of jugs that large at one time.
"Great now we have a pyscho who can make her twisted mental
images into physical reality," Commissioner Bordon sighed and
slumped into his office chair and reached for his antacids.
"Well, she does seem to limit them to the whole circus clown
motif." Flag Girl took one gloved hand off her narrow waist
to tap her chin as she spoke, "but yeah, getting chased
around down town by balloon lions and baboons is a bit much."
"So what are your plans with dealing with this new threat?"
Ms. Bangharder stared hard at Ms. Americana.
Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow, "as I was telling the
commissioner here; I believe that sooner or latter the Circus
of Terror will attempt to recruit Kinky into their heinous
ranks and that we-"
"If you truly believe that then I recommend Mister
Commissioner that you turn this case over to the Green
Specter's at once." Ms. Bangharder interrupted Ms. Americana
with her suggestion. A suggestion that caught Ms. Americana
off guard and caused her to recoil in open mouth surprise.
Ms. Bangharder continued her advantage, "after all the Green
Specter's have all the experience with the Circus of Terror
and as the President's special appointed envoy liaison.
Helping this city best employ it's abundance of super
heroines to match it's equal abundance of crime is MY job."
The two women locked breasts and fumed at each other in a
staring contest while the commissioner and Flag Girl looked
nervously about the small office.
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"Sooooooo, did it work? Did they suspect anything?" Kinky
stepped out of the shadows of the overpass viaduct. She was
dressed in a gothic-lolita clown outfit with white face
paint.
"They never suspected for a second that their new federal
liaison officer is really... Nightmare Witch!" Ms. Bangharder
took off her glasses and tossed loose her hair and laughed.
"I don't get that? I mean you look EXACTLY like Brenda Wade.
How can they not notice that?" Kinky put her hands on her
young hips and frowned.
"When you got a pair of these," Ms. Bangharder/Nightmare
Witch pointed her index finger tips at her huge breasts which
were threatening to spill out of her decolletage. "It's all
anyone notices in this town."
"HEY! These aren't exactly chopped liver here!" Kinky grabbed
her own enormous breasts and squeezed and jostled them as her
hands sunk into the giant fleshy watery orbs.
"No they are quiet splendid, my little homnculius." Nightmare
Witch smiled and purred. "So perfect that I am certain that
my plan can't fail."
"You really think the Circus of Terror will show up to
recruit little ole me?" Kinky kicked up a fish net leg and
combat boot foot to her ballerina ruffled short layered skirt
panty flashing behind and struck an eye blinking pose of mock
innocence.
"I made you perfect! Just as I used Ms. Americana's DNA for
my own regeneration I used enhanced Flag Girl DNA while
growing you in a vat! Perfect! Instead of magic you use your
Aphrodite genetic powers to bring inanimate items briefly to
life! It's perfect!" Nightmare Witch cackled despite herself.
"Even now you're very presence will set the two most powerful
tag team super heroines; Ms. Americana and Flag Girl and
Green Specter and Specter Girl into deadly hate the one
against the other! Both the threat of and the actual arrival
of the Circus of Terror will be enough to twist the screws
even tighter!"
"Meanwhile, I will use my Ms. Bangharder guise to keep the
other super heroines tied up and distracted. Burry them in
red tape and paper work. At have them at loggerheads with the
local police."
"Once you infiltrate the Circus of Terror for me. We can
begin my real plan. Until then all you have to do my little
minx is just have fun and treat Delta City as your own
personal playground. Just remember. Don't play nice!"
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"It's that atomic powered pogo stick of her's. We need to
figure out a way to stop it!" Ms. Americana frowned from
behind the wheel of the Ms. Americana mobile as it blurred
through the streets of Delta City.
"The question is how?" Flag Girl pondered. "With it she can
leap entire buildings in a single bound, and its faster than
a speeding bullet!"
"Hmmm, where have I heard that before?" Ms. Americana tapped
her chin and then shook her head. "Never mind. We need to
some how disable that thing so she can't escape! It's worse
than a jet pack as every time she uses it she tares up the
city streets and buildings!" Ms. Americana pounded the
steering wheel with one gloved fist punctuating her point.
"Personally I don't see how she can use it at all. I mean,
I'm not half as busty as she is and if I tried to use a
rocket powered pogo stick I'd knock myself out with my own
tits!" Flag Girl reached down and grabbed her girls and
juggled them in her star spangled halter top in an act of
demonstration.
"That's it! Flag Girl you're brilliant!"
"I am?! Dose this mean I can have an allowance now?"
"No."
"And this is why higher education no longer matters in our
fair city." Flag Girl sighed.
"Ah! The Ms. Americana trouble alert has picked up
something!" Ms. Americana reached over and turned up the
volume knob.
"It's a police scanner. But you're right about the trouble
bit! Sounds like Kinky is back for another round in down
town!" Flag Girl bit her gloved thumb in apprehension.
Ms. Americana slammed on the breaks and whipped the car
around knocking over mail boxes and light poles in the
process and then blistered away toward downtown.
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Flag Girl staggered to her feet, "ICK! Cream pied again!" She
wiped the white creamy gunk out of her eyes and spat it out
of her mouth. "Who the heck ever heard of a hand gun that
shoots freaking cream pies!"
Flag Girl straddled legged to keep her swirling head balance
as she looked around at the familiar scene of downtown
devastation. "Oh man, that Bangbutt chick is going to be
really torqued at us. This is even more damage than last
time!"
"I don't think so," Ms. Americana standing hands on hips
nodded at a pile of twisted metal and shattered concrete not
more than a half a block away. Upon which lay Kinky. Her butt
up in the air and her face down. Her ruffled layered short
skirt flashing her lace side ribbon tied panties.
"You got her!" Flag Girl shouted in glee. "But how? She was
kicking our ass!"
"Simple. I took your idea and applied it." Ms. Americana held
out a girl's bandeau bra. The cups were enormous. "During our
battle I managed to top her and take her bra. When she latter
tried to escape on her atomic powered pogo stick she didn't
even last one thruster bounce before k.o.ing her self with
her own massive mammaries."
"Golly double Gees!"
"More like double M's from the size of these cups. You could
use this bra as a bowling ball bag. But yes, I think even our
sour puss Ms. Bangsnout will agree that once again the
unbeatable team of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl have saved the
city... again!"
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"What! You let her go?!" Ms. Americana slammed her palms down
furiously upon the commissioner's desk; the force of it
causing both her nipples to pop out her top while
simultaneously knocking over everything on his cluttered
desk.
The commissioner sighed and started to set his desk back in
order. "I didn't do anything. It was our new liaison officer,
Ms. Bangharder. Apparently, she has quiet sweeping powers."
"You certainly didn't!" Ms. Americana fumed and slapped the
desk again knocking over everything again and releasing her
entire breasts from her over strained top.
Since Ms. Americana was now leaning over his desk many of the
items that had fallen over couldn't be stood back up as her
swinging pendulum naked tits were in the way. He sighed
again. "She out ranks me in this. And there is nothing I can
do about it."
"But why would Ms. Bangharder release Kinky?" Flag Girl mused
out loud.
"Because she is an idiot! That's why!" Ms. Americana stood up
and pounded her fist into her palm. Almost punching her own
naked quivering tits in the process. "A bureaucratic know-it
all who knows nothing."
"She didn't release her," the commissioner sighed. "As I keep
trying to tell you, she took her into personal custody and
has taken her over to a meeting with the Green Specter's. She
seems to think that working with the Specter's can prevent
the Circus of Terror from showing up in Delta City. Which of
course, no one wants."
"But why would she let Kinky go," Flag Girl rubbed the tip of
her nose thinking out loud again.
"Because she is a nitwit!" Ms. Americana shouted and raised
her fists above her head and began to shake them as she
howled; her naked exposed tits applauded furiously.
Commissioner Bordon sighed and rolled his eyes.
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"You can't be serious!" Flag Girl shouted in the parked Ms.
Americana mobile; leaning forward with such agitated force
that the shoulder seat belt passing between her breasts
caused her halter top to ride up and let both her tits fall
out to jiggle and slap exposed to all the wide eyed
pedestrians walking past on the side walk.
Ms. Americana raised a gauntlet gloved hand and waved it.
"It's the only way. That woman can't be trusted!" Her own
tits remained fully exposed since they slipped out of her top
in Bordon's office.
Flag Girl shook her head and looked out from the parked Ms.
Americana mobile and began to notice that many of the passing
pedestrians were the same men walking by over and over again.
"You want to kidnap Kinky from Ms. Bangharder and the
Specters?!"
Both women remained oblivious to their exposed tits despite
there now being a large crowd of men surrounding both sides
as well as the front of the car having given up any pretext
of ambulation.
"It's not really kidnapping. We are simply 'borrowing' a
known criminal from some incompetent sluts to question her
and hold her for her own and the publics safety." Ms.
Americana spoke softly and smiled the best reassuring smile
she had in her super heroine repertory.
Flag Girl put the heels of the palms of her gloved hands to
her masked eyes and groaned. "Prison. I am too young and sexy
to go to prison. It will be extra hard for me for I am chaste
in disposition and innocent in nature and they will sell me
repeatedly for a pack of cigarettes."
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"Unlike us, professional super heroines with a real secret
base that can be used for holding fugitives, the Specters
have been forced to rent a room at a Super 8 motel." Ms.
Americana inched up to the corner of the building and glanced
across the road to where a low squat motel sat.
"Uh, actually this USED to be a Super 8 motel but was bought
out a couple of months back," Flag Girl leaned past Ms.
Americana and looked over her shoulder at the seedy looking
motel. "In point of fact, it is now a rather perverted sex
motel that has rates by the hour."
Ms. Americana frowned and looked at Flag Girl, "how would you
know about that?"
Flag Girl nervously blushed and then suddenly pointed past
Ms. Americana. "Look! Isn't that the Specter mobile?"
Ms. Americana quickly spun her head back to the motel where
in one of the parking slots the emerald green sports car did
indeed sit. "Phew! Specter mobile. What an original name."
Flag Girl blew a lung full of air up at her bangs in relief
and sighed. Her sweaty brow already starting to dry again.
Ms. Americana craned her neck as she looked this way and that
across the deserted street at the motel. The night wind blew
softly, the crickets chirped, in the distance cars honked and
engines hummed. But at the love motel it was obviously a slow
night. "Okay, were are going in!" Ms. Americana slipped out
of the alleyway and crossed the poorly lit street with a
still anxious Flag Girl in reluctant tow.
Once across the street Ms. Americana plowed into the office
of the love motel much to Flag Girl's shock.
The smiling man behind the desk looked up and immediately
began to speak, "ah, Flag Girl. The usual?" He reached for a
key and Ms. Americana shot the sweating blushing girl a
puzzled look.
Flag Girl forced a smile as her eye's clenched shut and she
waved her hands and shook her head at the offered key.
"Ahhhhhh. Actually we are here to meet up with our junior
associates Green Specter and Specter girl." Ms. Americana
tore her gaze off the wincing side kick and looked back at
the man. "If you could please tell us what room they are in?
We would be most grateful."
The man shrugged. "Sure thing. But if you had booked it
through Flag Girl's account you could have saved a bundle.
It's room 23. Upper floor. Head out this door and proceed to
either end of the motel to find the staircases leading up.
Once up there head about half way down and you can't miss it.
The doors are well marked. You want me to call them and tell
them you are on your way up?" He reached for his desk phone.
"No, no, no. That will be all right. We, ah, already spoke to
them on the way over." Ms. Americana gave the man a nervous
smile and then shot Flag Girl a hard look under which Flag
Girl wilted and melted. Before bolting out of the office
heading to the bookend staircases.
Flag Girl collapsed her upper body and rolled her head and
slowly followed her legal guardian like a half inflated
Macey's Thanksgiving Day parade balloon.
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"This is ridiculous!" Flag Girl gave up trying to force the
trunk lid closed and opened the trunk of the Ms. Americana
Mobile and started to yank out tied up hooded girls from the
trunk. "Three attempts and three wrong girls?! It's room 23!"
"Well, I guess I am just not as familiar with the layout of
dirty sex motels as some of us are!" Ms. American fumed.
Flag Girl frowned as she dumped the unconscious body on the
ground and reached back into the trunk for the next one. "We
are in soooo much trouble."
"Nonsense. I made sure to gas each one before they saw me,"
Ms. Americana held up a small spray can before her and
smiled. Then frowned and shook it. "Luckily I keep about a
dozen of these little wonders in the glove compartment. You
never know when some other super heroine may go bad."
"Well, don't get any more gas sprays or girls until we return
these three. The Ms. Americana Mobile's trunk is still full
with your presentation model of your proposed one hundred
foot tall Ms. Americana downtown statue that the mayor and
city council turned down... again." Flag Girl dropped the
second unconscious tied-up hooded girl upon the ground and
reached back into the trunk for the third. "Couldn't you have
checked their faces after you gassed them before you yanked a
pillow case over their heads, tied them up, and dragged them
out here?"
"It is obvious you know nothing of ninja tactics," Ms.
Americana 'humphed' and crossed her arms under her huge still
exposed tits.
For the first time in hours Flag Girl noticed her mentor's
exposed tits and glanced down at her own. She sighed and
began tucking her own exposed breasts away. "I wonder how
long the girls were out this time," she muttered and went
back to tugging out the last slumbering body. "Please tell me
you know what rooms you snatched these girls from?"
"Ahhhhhh," Ms. Americana tapped her chin and looked up at the
cloudy night sky.
Flag Girl groaned and then shrugged and sighed as she hoisted
a body up over her shoulders nearly sending her to her knees
from the unexpected weight. She reached down one hand and
turned the dial-up on her power belt increasing her strength.
"Well, when the guys they came here with, wake up for round
two, everyone is going to be in for a big surprise."
"You take these girls back to their rooms while I capture
Kinky from the Specters," Ms. Americana nodded and set off
once again down the alleyway and across the street to the
love motel.
"No, no, no, wait! It's room 23. 23! Why not let me come with
you this time?!" Flag Girl sighed and dialed-up her belt
another notch to throw the second girl over her other
shoulder. "So much trouble. There's not even going to be a
toilet in my cell just a floor drain. They are going to pass
me around in the showers like a bowl of cranberry sauce at
Thanksgiving."
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"OH! Listen to this!" Brenda Wade snapped the newspaper she
was reading at the breakfast table with her wrists and then
proceeded to re-scan the article she had just been reading
while summarizing it out loud for her young sleepy eyed ward.
"It appears that in the early morning hours police,
responding to an anonymous phone call, raided a sex motel on
Pontiac Street. Where they discovered a Ms. Bangharder and
Green Specter and Specter Girl in a locked room along with
dozens of drugged tied up young women. All three women are
currently in custody facing charges ranging from kidnapping
to prostitution to using illegal sleep drugs on others and
forced sexual molestation. Wow! What do you make of that?!
You know," Brenda bit into a piece of her toast and crunched
on it, "I bet you put all those girls back in the WRONG
room?!"
Lydia Wells gave a weak smile and looked over her shoulder,
"how's that coffee coming Kinky?"
Kinky entered the high rise breakfast patio carrying a sliver
tray with coffee pot and cups on it. She was still dressed in
her gothic-lolita clown outfit but now had a maid's hat and
apron on as well. "Hold your horses! It's coming! Geesh! Like
no one in this place can do anything for themselves around
here! It's Kinky this! And Kinky that!"
Lydia smiled as Kinky slammed the tray down upon the table
and sleepily mused, "I like her. She reminds me of someone.
Can we keep her?"
"If we do," Brenda Wade picked up the coffee urn and began to
fill her cup, "you will have to take care of her and pickup
and clean up after her."
"What?! Like I am some kind of pet, here?! Geesh! When's star
spangled tits coming back to pick me up? You can't hold me
here! There are like child labor laws in this state, right?!
There's kidnapping laws right? I know there are because I've
broken 'em. You can't do this to me!" Kinky fumed.
"Oh. Cream. You forget the creamer again, Kinky." Brenda Wade
smiled.
Kinky threw-up her hands and stomped back to the kitchen. "I
do everything in this place. No one even lifts a finger!"
Brenda winked at Lydia who gave her another sleepy smile and
hummed a soft happy laugh.
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