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FROM THE FLAG GIRL SECRET FILES:
BEWARE OF TROJANS BEARING GIFTS AND THAT ARE NOT RIBBED FOR
YOUR PLEASURE
Peter Cock was the handsome young substitute teacher who
liked to wear very tight dress slacks that showed off his
humongous penis bulge that ran down to nearly his knee.
All the girls in his class would stare unabashed at his
gently throbbing member as he walked up and down the aisles
as they reached under their desks and slipped their hands up
their school uniform pleated skirts and tried to rid
themselves of the anxiousness mess such a man made of their
young bodies.
In fact, the only female in any of his classes who did not
have such a response to his studly presence was Lydia Welles.
Who after a full night of Mister Grabby Plant rapes and
Mutant cock spooge showers and street thug gang bangs, would
most often as not be snoring in a drool puddle at her desk.
As Brenda Wade was a most staunch donor of the cash strapped
school system and the most rich and powerful woman in Delta
City and Mister Cock was only a college student substitute
teacher working on his teaching degree and Brenda was also on
the board that issued the state permits of teaching
certification; Mister Cock let sleeping dogs lie.
Of course this sleeping dog had some rather naughty dirty
dreams and her snores were often punctuated with moans and
groans and horse little muttered whispers such as, "you're
not going to put BOTH of those big fat dicks in my ass? Are
you boys?" And only slightly more embarrassing things such
as, "but Justin Beeber, it's my wedding night and Prince
Harry is waiting for me!"
Still with Mister Cock filling in for the fat, bald, short,
Mister Puny; Brenda Wade's ward at least did not have to
worry about her usual Favebook and Internet video tube
spanking of her humiliating talking in her drooling sleep and
its habitual posting. Instead the world got dozens of
cellphone pics and videos of Mister Cock's cock parading up
and down the aisles of his borrowed classroom.
This reprieve from her usual weekly humiliation had the young
flaxen haired teen in a surprisingly chipper mood and as such
she decided it was time to put the call out and summon up her
teen team and solve another baffling case for The Flag Girl
Secret Files.
The Flag Girl Secret Files for anyone who has never
accidently typed; 'teen porn,' into a search engine; is the
collection of the somewhat solo adventures of Flag Girl.
Flag Girl being Lydia Welles super heroine costume alter ego
and the masked do-gooder side kick of Ms. Americana who
happens to be the super heroine counterpart of Brenda Wade.
The Secret Files are considered by Flag Girl to be solo
adventures in that she is not the side kick of Ms. Americana
in them. She is in fact the team leader of several other teen
super heroines. These teen super heroines include but are not
limited to; Azure Angel, Amazing Babe, Shield, Specter Girl
(the side kick of Green Specter), Alpha Girl (the side kick
of Alpha Woman), Bush Girl (the side kick of Jungle Babe),
Breast Girl (the side kick of Breast Woman), and just about
any other teen Aphrodite active gene girl who happens to be
in or passing through Delta City when the mood hits Flag Girl
to 'posse-up'.
They have also included team-ups with super villains as well.
But those are indeed very rare and situation specific.
These 'solo' adventures are dutifully recorded by a Pervo
cam. This is one of Professor Pervo's inventions. A cloaked
nigh invisible flying camera and audio recorder that Pervo
uses for casing his next crimes or just peeping on sexy teens
in the shower.
Flag Girl came into possession of one of these cams and re
programed it, sort of, to follow her on her solo missions, it
records everything she does and then instantly up loads it to
a cloud data storage site. Flag Girl is recording her solo
missions for future posterity and for future resource for
future super heroines. She plans to make the information and
images public when she gets really old; around twenty five,
she thinks.
What Flag Girl does not understand is that her 'secret files'
are being instantly viewed by millions of people in their raw
unedited form due to the fact that her cloud data file has
been hacked and left open as public domain by Russian spies
who were looking for the secret recipe for Kentucky Fried
Chicken.
Fortunately in a world full of horny cosplayer teens the
images, though popular, have not had any repercussions on
either Flag Girl or Lydia Welles other than adding some
increased interest in the Ms. Americana and Flag Girl work
out videos series for young teen girls.
Obviously, Flag Girl does not call up 'ALL' her side kicks on
a single mission. The plucky oblivious girl tends to round up
a pair to accompany her;
this is usually due to the other girls coming up with on the
spot cellphone excuses to get out of the request.
One of the worse at coming up with any kind of plausible
excuse is Azure Angel. She simply is not very good at
thinking on her feet and even worse at thinking on her back.
So she tends to be in a lot of the Flag Girl Secret Files.
Another is the Southern heart throb Amazing Babe. Who simply
is too nice to say no to Flag Girl's pouts and pleading and
sobbing when she tries to say no.
The rest have figured out how to scan or block her calls.
So this mission; Flag Girl Secret File # 0037 consisted of
the following participants:
Flag Girl. Age 19. Del Facto leader, in her mind at least. A
blonde high school girl with a slightly baby fat hour glass
figure. A round face with puffy cheeks and with ice blue eyes
and thick pillow lips and with long blonde hair usually worn
in a pony tail or twin tails. Sports a pair of full firm D
cups. Very sensitive to itty bitty titty jokes.
Her costume consists of blue eye mask, a blue halter top, red
gauntlet gloves, red knee high boots, and a jail bait short
semi-transparent red and white striped pleated skirt that
shows off her white g-string panties.
She is utterly oblivious to all and considers herself
superior to all. Seldom goes five minutes on a mission before
she is topped and fifteen before she is raped into a fucked
silly state.
Azure Angel. Age 18. The world's most klutzy ninja. Stubborn,
mule headed, always thinks she's right especially when she
has no idea what she is talking about. Emotions tend to swing
from anger to angrier.
She wears her blunt bang blue dyed hair long and straight. Is
slender in build but has a pair of the largest tits on any
super heroine teen. A double JJ-cup. She has very blue eyes,
a bit unusual for an Asian. She has very pale white skin.
Her costume tends to change every time you meet her; but
currently consists of a once piece sleeveless halter vest top
with large cut-out cleavage window connected by a single
strip of cloth running down to her bikini bottom shorts.
Finger-less gloves that run almost to the elbow and knee high
boots. Eye mask. And a tied silk waist sash. All in shades of
blue.
She considers herself a ninja in training. Which seems to
focus mostly on watching martial art films, that are in fact
marital aid porn videos,(she misspelled martial as marital in
the Amazon search box), and shopping at the mall.
Amazing Babe. Age almost twenty, as she puts it, or 'LEGAL
AND READY!' if the person asking is a hot male stud. Most
often referred to as Anal Babe. Has the roundest sexiest ass
of all super heroines and quiet possibly all women in the
known universe.
A tall slim blonde with long thick hair and a long thick
Southern accent she sports a pair of G-cups to help balance
out her almost spherical cheerleader bubble butt. Often
called, 'the cheerleader of justice' due to her cliquish
cheerleader hottie looks. Has green eyes instead of the
expected blue.
Her costume consists of blue and sliver with spangles of
stars in the form of a halter top, hot pants, gloves, mask,
boots. She carries a gadget belt that she has never been seen
using.
Unlike Flag Girl who accents her increased healing and
agility and strength with a power belt that she wears and
Azure Angel who only has just the increased healing and
agility and strength; Amazing Babe is what one would think of
when one thinks of a super heroine. She can fly and has tank
clobbering strength and is almost invulnerable to physical
attack.
Her weakness, other than the usual sleeping gas and orgasm
induced confusion of all super heroines, is that she is so
utterly nice!
Raised in a wealthy family and living a very sheltered life
before arriving in Delta City, she has no street smarts and
little common sense. She tends to believe what she is told
and is easily mislead and confused. Completely naive she has
become everyone's first date 'all-the-way' girl despite her
innocence and purity of heart.
Her crime fighting technique tends thus to go something like
this;
"Surrender!" Amazing Babe floating in the air holding
something very heavy and waving it around in a menacing
manner.
"Okay, we surrender." Bad guys drop their black jacks and
crowbars.
"Good." Amazing Babe puts down the heavy object. "Now, I am
late for remedial math class. So, you boys turn yourself in.
Okay?" Then while they are nodding dumfounded she flies off
hoping she did not just break a fingernail.
Those are the rare 'good' days. Somehow most of her crime
fighting situations result in her bent over taking a large
dick in her tender young ass. Hence her nickname, 'Anal
Babe.'
These three made out the usual suspects of this case file.
"Sorry I am late," Amazing Babe dropped down out of the sky
on to the roof top where an angry and even angrier impatient
Flag Girl and Azure Angel stood arms crossed waiting.
Amazing Babe was ALWAYS late. It's hard to be on time when
everyone keeps flagging you down for a selfie and you're the
'girl who can't say no.'
"Peace offering?" Amazing Babe meekly pulled the Dairy Queen
sacks out from behind her back and all anger was forgotten as
Flag Girl and Azure Angel practically tore them out of her
silver gloved hand.
"So," Amazing Babe looked around her at the setting sun
filling the sky line of Delta City with bronze and gold
broken chains of light. "What's the mission this time?"
Flag Girl began talking in that special skill that only
teenage girls have who are use to having things stuffed in
their mouth while talking possess, "Intel of something big
going down on this side of town."
"Supposed to tie in to the recent Malin murder case," Azure
Angel, who as one of the few ultra-hot Asian teens in Delta
City, was even more use to talking with her mouth stuffed
than Flag Girl. Double penetration, after all, was a martial
art she had dutifully studied!
"Malin, Malin," Amazing Babe tapped her chin and tried not to
get spatted from the fallout of the two face stuffing
masticating teens. "Oh, yes. But he wasn't murdered. He died
of a heart attack in his living room."
"HA!" Flag Girl threw her head back and scoffed and showered
Amazing Babe in half chewed peanuts.
"He didn't die of a heart attack then?" Amazing Babe had a
tremendous capacity to take everything and anything in stride
which also explained why she was known throughout the entire
school system as, 'first date all-the-way girl.' She
nonplused brushed sticky caramel coated peanuts out of her
massive cleavage. Knowing there was undoubtably going to be
much more sticky stuff heading that way soon enough.
Azure Angel shook her already half gone shake while that hand
pointed an index finger at Amazing Babe as the sexy Asian
shoved another wad of fries into her mouth. It was almost as
if there was a race to see who could devour their Dairy Queen
sandwiches and ice cream first?! "Nope. Murdered. Killed.
Axed. But made to look like a natural death." Further insight
was lost as the straw to the shake shot into her mouth and
only a loud slurping sound issued from the girl.
Flag Girl tag teamed in, "the police thought nothing was
stolen and the guy had a history of heart problems and there
was no sign of foul play or a break in. BUT-
SLURPPPPPPPPPPP!"
Azure Angel slapped a hand and came over the metaphoric
ropes, "something WAS taken. Malin had a visitor that night.
Man named Palin."
"Palings," Flag Girl came up for air and then sunk back under
a fresh wave of a fist full of french fries.
"Palings," Azure Angel nodded, oblivious to the french fry
wedged between her own even more massive cleavage. "Rumor has
it he was there to see and offer to buy something from
Malin's prized collection. Next, morning Malin is dead. And
the item is gone."
"What was taken?" Amazing Babe was beginning to wish she had
brought a bib. For herself!
"No one knows," Flag Girl waved her own shake in front of
her; the condensation drops raining down on Amazing Babes
tits again.
"Where's Shield when you need her," Amazing Babe muttered and
gave up on trying to keep her tit trough from becoming a
crumb catcher.
"But whatever it was. The scuttle butt on the street is that
it's being sold tonight on this side of town!" Flag Girl
continued and then a gave a surprised and then disappointed
look when she realized all her food was gone and there was
nothing left but a sack full of wrappers.
Azure Angel gave everyone an animalistic warning look but in
a few more gulps and swallows she was done and pouting as
well.
"So no one knows what the item is; but that it is being sold
this night?" Azure Angel felt it now safe to go ahead and
brush the food from her tits. "Not much to go on?"
"Oh, there's more team." Flag Girl handed the crumpled up
sack full of empty wrappers to Amazing Babe and Azure Angel
soon followed suit. Amazing Babe took the trash a bit miffed.
"You see," Flag Girl continued. "Soon after Malin's murder.
Palings went missing as well. Now, months latter whatever
that object that was stolen was; is now being sold this night
at the floating Black Market!"
"So, what's the plan, chief?" Amazing Babe gave up looking
for a place to toss the garbage on the roof top and just held
it in her hand as she placed that hand tucked under her arm
pit.
"We go in and kick everyone's ass in the Black Market!" Azure
Angel cutoff Flag Girl before she could answer.
Unfortunately, the combat pose Azure Angel adopted to
reenforce her aggressive statement was ruined by her suddenly
gyrating her hips and moving her open fists as if she was
fucking and stroking cocks. Thus, the sad lot in life of
young girls who can not spell.
"Hhhhhhhhuh, yeah." Amazing Babe watched Azure Angel hump the
air in what the Asian teen mistook to be martial art moves.
"What do you got?" Amazing Babe turned to Flag Girl with
pleading eyes for some kind of sanity and a faltering smile
on her face when she realized who she was desperately hoping
for sanity from; the girl who often walked the streets on the
weekends wearing a tight thin T-shirt that proudly read,
'Ubangi U.' stretched across her braless tits. And who
thought it referred to a brand name of athletic wear.
"Well, we could go in busting heads. But after we stomped
everyone we wouldn't have a clue what the item was we were
looking for. These Black Markets can be quiet large and a bit
rough. Ms. Americana sent me into one undercover once. My ass
was bleeding for a week after that fiasco." Flag Girl looked
down at her boot toes in pensive thought as she obliviously
wiggled her ass.
"Seriously, we just go in kicking ass!" Azure Angel was down
on her side with one leg raised and half bent in the air and
her tits mushed together with her hands as she continued to
hump and titty fuck the absent cocks in her martial art
moves.
"Would you PLEASE stop doing that!" Amazing Babe snapped at
Azure Angel.
Azure Angel slipped both of her ankles behind her head and
kept up a steady pelvic thrust, "intimidating. Isn't it?
Suffer bitch."
Amazing Babe gave up and rolled her eyes.
"I don't think we should try and do the undercover thing,"
Flag Girl was momentarily lost in remembrance as her firm
full ass now shook, either out of pleasure or pain, it was
hard to say.
Amazing Babe pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed still
holding on to the bags of Dairy Queen trash and muttered, "do
we even know where the floating Black Market is being held
this night. Other than, just on this side of town, as that
would be several square miles to search."
"Beaver and Woody street intersection," Azure Angel rolled
into a half pike and hand stand into a standing position. "In
the old deserted Montgomery Building. It's been there several
times in the past. Very extensive basement levels with
several points of ingress and departure both above and below
ground." The Asian teen smirked.
"Well, then." Amazing Babe raised an appreciative eyebrow at
the pale skin Asian teen. And then turned it into a
questioning one as she looked at Flag Girl. "What say's our
fearless leader?"
"Malin collected so many diverse and odd treasures from
around the world. If we are to have any hope of nailing the
murderer Palings in court we have to have the stolen item.
And for that we need to find out what that item is! To the
floating Black Market Team Flag Girl!"
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"It's nice, but I don't wear underwear." Azure Angel was
waving away the bras and panties being offered to her from an
old one eyed woman who had a stall of countless women's
lingerie.
"None of us do," Amazing Babe came up behind Azure Angel and
chimed in with a smile and a smooth Southern husky voice of
smoky bourbon.
"What about when you are having your period? Panty liners,
how do you wear them?" The old woman asked in half disbelief.
"We're Aphrodite active gene women. We don't have periods."
Flag Girl added. "We're always ready to get knocked up."
The old woman recoiled and looked the three girls in their
super heroine costumes over and then nodded, "I have an
extensive collection of bondage gear." And she waved a hand
over one entire canvas wall of her open face tent which was
covered in corsets and bustier.
All three girls 'ohhh-ed and 'ahhhhh'-ed and spent several
minutes checking out the latex and rubber skimpy body wear.
"I really liked all the straps on that demi-cup corset.
Really Kate Beckinsale Underworld-y. I hope she can hold it
for me. It's perfect for Prom," Amazing Babe walked along
side Azure Angel and Flag Girl who were rubber necking from
stall to stall.
Yep. Flag Girl's master plan was not to try and sneak in and
watch from the shadows or adopt any kind of disguises but for
the three super heroine teens to wear their normal costumes
and just go 'shop' the floating black market. And in the
usual insanity of Delta City it seemed to be working?!
No one was unduly alarmed by them hobnobbing through the
packed throng of three levels of basement floors full of
kiosks and tents and open stalls selling stolen and illegal
goods of all shapes and sizes and colors.
Flag Girl got a huge kick out of the booth full of Ms.
Americana inflatable sex dolls and a slightly lesser kick at
the Flag Girl inflatable sex dolls.
"What's a coin slot pussy, anyhow?" Flag Girl angrily asked
her two team mates after checking out the description on her
sex doll packaging. "Huh? What is that even suppose to mean?"
"I don't know," Azure Angel pondered. "Maybe it's because you
keep your snatch completely shaved? Bald? Or maybe because
you look like you charge for sex?"
"WHAT?!" Flag Girl exploded at Azure Angel in angst and
anger.
"What I want to know is what did 'jail-bait' mean? It's all
over anything with your face on it Flag Girl." Amazing Babe
queried.
"Ah, ha. Yeah. Means nothing," Flag Girl nervously laughed.
"Means, I put a lot of thugs in jail. Yeah, that's it. I put
a lot of bad guys away."
Azure Angel rolled her eyes but decided to drop it as Amazing
Babe quickly nodded her understanding but then fell into a
brooding puzzlement. "So the auction starts up in the lowest
floor soon. We should head down there if we want to try and
figure out what was stolen from Malin. I'm still not sure how
we are going to know what it is? It's not like they have
catalogues or providence on the items they auction."
"Don't worry my Flag Girl senses will tell us what we need to
know. When my tingler goes off!
We pounce!" Flag Girl punched her gloved hand into her open
palm as Azure Angel and Amazing Babe looked at each other and
rolled their eyes.
The lowest sub-basement level had been kept clear. Instead of
the above two floors of a maze of tents and booths the lowest
floor had been laid out with a large central circle open and
fenced off with velvet ropes.
The bidders of the highest honor sat in metal folding chairs
around the open ring; representing their respective clients.
The rest of the bidders stood behind them.
The auctioneer was at one end of the slightly elliptical
circle. Items were brought out at the other end, usually in
the hands of beautiful half naked women and then walked
around the ring to show to the bidders. Stopping where
requested for a better closer look. Before the bidding
started.
All sales were final. And a large portion of the auctioned
wares included naked young girls and at least one utterly
surprised 'ring girl' who had been showing off a priceless
Ming First Dynasty Vase when she found herself the object of
the bidding instead.
Her struggles as she was roughly lead away to her new 'owner'
produced a huge volume of laughter and cheers and added as a
comic break from some of the more tense bidding wars that had
added raised the level of subdued malice in the large room of
cut throats.
Most highly prized stolen goods of course went from the
thieves hands to a fence to an agent to the secret buyer. One
did not normally expect to find top dollar items at the
floating black market auction. But there was always surprises
and often a queered deal along the normal lines produced a
surprise find in the ring.
And the girls, well, every 'snatcher' always nabbed a quick
prize or two just before every market. It was quick easy
money and about as hassle free as white slavery could be; So
there were always several choice girls to be bought. Of
course they would all be locals. Buyer beware, indeed.
The only real rules were; all sales were final, and anything
in the ring was for sale. As the shocked ring girl had just
found out. Almost every other aspect was negotiable.
The crowd took little notice of the three teen super heroines
who watched with some disgust and horror as the young teen
girls were sold off and the ring girl stripped naked and
fingered before her final bid whisked her away.
But they were there to solve a murder by finding a clue that
would prove that Palings had indeed been at Malin's house and
had indeed took something from it. They weren't here to
rescue a bunch of teen girls bound to be sex slaves. Much to
those girls shocked faces at seeing them standing passively
along side the ring doing nothing to help them.
The auction had proceeded fluidly enough, with only a few
intermittent fist fights now and then, to almost its
conclusion and still Flag Girl's much vaunted Flag Girl
Senses had not gone off.
The three teenage girls were becoming increasingly anxious
and the crowd eyeing them increasingly horny. Not good. Not
good.
Not good at all. A few tentatively bumps and brushing in the
crowd with the nearly naked teens bodies became playful slaps
and then pinches and then the auctioneer was having trouble
getting anyone interested in the nearly cherry mint 1969 fast
back Mustang driving into the ring.
The crowd of horny thugs were getting a bit too touchy feel-y
and even Amazing Babe was becoming wide eye with worry.
Flag Girl ducked under the velvet rope of the auction ring
and reached back and dragged Amazing Babe Azure Angel with
her.
She clamored up on to the car roof and the now frightened
thoroughly groped teens followed her.
Flag Girl shouted above the rowdy growing clamor, "HOW MUCH
FOR MY TOP?!"
There was a pause and then she turned to the auctioneer and
shouted, "Rule number one! All sales are final! Rule number
two! Everything in the auction ring is for sale!" She turned
back at the dozens of men who had followed the teens into the
ring and pointed at them. They quickly slipped back under the
ropes and into the crowd again.
"So... boys. How much for my top?" Flag Girl put her hands on
her tits and squeezed while slipping her thumbs under tops
hem lip.
Some low bids were shouted out.
Flag Girl shook her head, "boys, boys, I think you are
forgetting what this top contains. Some grade A prime tight
teen luscious huge titties. Buying my top is getting to see
me struggle in vain to hand bra these massive firm jiggly
mammaries."
The bids were louder and larger.
"Oh. Did I mention I'm really horny tonight?" Flag Girl bit
her thumb and bent one knee as she swiveled back and forth on
the ball of her foot in place rapidly.
"Jail bait," Amazing Babe nodded. "I get it now."
"Now, here, here!" The auctioneer angrily shouted. "We have
an auction going on here now! No time for your foolishness."
"Who wants to buy my bottoms?!" Amazing Bab shouted.
"But Amazing Babe you know we don't wear bras or panties,"
Azure Angel loudly stated as she coyly cringed into the side
of the tall blonde.
The crowd exploded in bids.
The auctioneer wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his
hand and leaned down to the trio of cock teasing teens and
hissed over the roar, "the house takes 30 percent of all
sales."
"You can have one hundred percent of all sales," Flag Girl
hissed back over the roaring crowd. "All I want to know is
what Palings sold here tonight at the auction."
The auctioneer looked around again at the howling nearly out
of control crowd and nodded, "Done!"
The three teen super heroines sold every stitch of clothing
they were wearing, except their masks, and over three hundred
and forty very sweaty sticky lap dances.
But they did manage to get their information and escape
without getting mass gang raped.
*************************************************************
The three naked teen girls moved down the quiet nearly empty
3 AM street.
"Barefoot and buck naked. Rather typical Flag Girl team up
outing," Amazing Babe sighed.
"At least we got the information," Azure Angel quickly
pointed out as she hopped on one foot while rubbing the other
one which had just stepped on a stone.
"You dye your pussy hair blue too," Amazing Babe recoiled
slightly.
"Of course." Azure Angel gave her a puzzled look, "it washes
out in the shower. It's part of my costume disguise. Besides,
I don't get the foot sore part from you. You're flying!"
She was. Amazing Babe was drifting down the side walk in
between both walking barefoot teens, her own toes dangling a
few inches off the sidewalk.
"So, what did we get?" Amazing Babe looked down at Flag Girl
who was engrossed in a much creased piece of paper. "In
exchange for our costumes and pride."
Flag Girl frowned and held up the paper to catch as much of
the passing street light as she could. She still had her
power belt around her waist as well as her mask.
"If I still had my gadget belt we could use my pen light,"
Amazing Babe sighed.
"Bullshit." Azure Angel snorted, "that guy who bought your
gadget belt said it contained nothing but eyeliner, tic
tac's, and lip stick tubes."
"He might want to be careful opening some of those lip stick
tubes," Amazing Babe sighed again.
"It seems to say that lot # 39 was sold for one hundred
thousand dollars paid minus commission to a Mister Palings
and purchased, via buyer #327, for a Ms. Queens. Gives a
delivery address of North Mathews 307." Flag Girl lowered the
paper.
"So, we book back to our places put on our backup costumes
and then head to North Mathews 307," Azure Angel smiled.
"Piece of pie."
"Cake. It's piece of cake." Amazing Babe looked up at the
sky, "look I know North Mathews its nothing but businesses.
Store fronts and storage shelters. There's no privet
residences on that street. It's obvious that the address is a
drop point. There is probably someone there waiting for the
package to arrive in a truck and when it does they will
transfer it from one truck to the other; they will load it up
and move it somewhere else."
"What are you saying," Azure Angel narrowed her flashing blue
eyes.
"I am saying we are only three blocks from North Mathews. If
we all go back to our places and get dressed the package and
our lead will be long gone. But if you let me carry you and I
haul some ass we can be there possibly in time to catch them
before they have a chance to escape." Amazing Babe looked at
Flag Girl and waited.
"Wait. Are you suggesting we chase after these guys...
naked?!" Azure Angel snorted in disbelief.
"Won't be the first time we have had to save the streets of
Delta City while prancing through them naked," Flag Girl
nodded. "Okay. Let's do it. But don't drop me this time and
easy on the girls. You tend to be a titty 'squeezer' Amazing
Babe. And my girls aren't lemons."
"Hey, who's the lard butts who chow'ed down on Dairy Queen
this afternoon? I'll be lucky to carry the two of you the
whole three blocks without getting a hernia or something,"
Amazing Babe smirked.
"You can carry a freaking armored car above your head and fly
about with it. I have seen you do it," Azure Angel sneered.
"And your point would be?" Amazing Babe smiled.
"Bitch. Hey, watch the fingers! That's an exit only hole!"
Azure Angel barked. "You're worse then those grotty old men
we lap danced for!"
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"Okay, whiners we are here," Amazing Babe lowered both teens
to the ground.
"Seriously, Amazing Babe you have some pent up lesbian issues
in you. I always feel violated and well, indecently wet. When
I fly with you." Flag Girl stepped away from the hovering
teen as she shook out a leg and used her fingers to close
back up her labia.
All three girls were staring at a small panel truck that was
parked behind a pickup truck. The men of the panel truck were
using a computer note pad and checking things over several
times while the two men from the pick-up truck loaded a small
crate into the back of the truck. Some more electronic
signatures and both trucks pulled away.
"Okay, that's my cue, girls. I am going to take wing and
follow that pickup truck. I am willing to bet it won't be
going far. Soon as I find out where it's going I will be back
for you," Amazing Babe shot up into the air.
"Wait a minute! What about us?" Flag Girl called out.
"Well, since you are stark naked," Amazing Babe called over
her shoulder, "I highly suggest you hide somewhere close by
where I can find you and no else will see you."
And with that the young blonde teen was gone in a flashers
flash.
"You know I really hate that bitch," Azure Angel sighed.
"Yeah," Flag Girl sighed as well. "Let's get our sexy naked
asses out of sight before some pervs see us and we end up on
the receiving end of a gang bang cum dumpster banquet."
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Amazing Babe returned just before dawn with her arms laden
with bags of drive-through fast food breakfast take out.
"It's amazing how much stuff you can get for free when you
are a hot sexy naked teenage girl with a skinny body and tits
the size of beach balls." Amazing Babe shook her head in self
amazement as she landed.
It took her awhile to find Flag Girl and Azure Angel as they
had indeed been seen by a group of drunk horny men and had
been good and thoroughly raped.
Amazing Babe handed the still sex dazed unsteady girls their
breakfast fast food bags and shook her head at them, "I don't
understand. You had your power belt! You can lift a freaking
car with that thing on! And you, you have your ninja skills-
oh, right. Well, still you had your power belt. How could a
bunch of drunk guys heading home from the bar rape your sexy
asses?!"
"Ahh, hmmmmm," Flag Girl was still in the eyes rolled back in
the head big smile open mouth tongue out drooling post climax
fucked silly state and was having trouble forming words, "c-c
can't hit innocent c-c-civilians. P-p-power belt shorts out
with first forced climax. After that it just amplifies the
climaxes, ah gwad, sooooo many climaxes. I'm jizzed! So
totally jizzed!"
"Ah, yeah. You're certainly covered in it." Amazing Babe kept
trying to keep the cum covered teens at arms length while
trying to keep them on their feet at the same time.
"Okay, you two need to sober up from your orgasm high. So eat
your food and listen," Amazing Babe was eating her own
breakfast as she spoke. "Now. I followed that truck. It was
stolen and they ditched it clear outside of town where they
transferred that crate into the trunk of a car and drove back
into town. Like I thought, the actual final destination is
only a few blocks from here. Up in Woodlawns. Terrace Hills
to be precise. So yeah nearby but it took a few hours of
running about before they got there."
Amazing Babe frowned and looked at the two girls who were
giddy and giggling as they ate and played with their paper
sacks and wrappers. "Are you okay?"
"I'm full of spermmmmmmmmm," Azure Angel smiled and giggled
and then blew some sperm bubbles just to prove her statement.
"Ah, yeah." Amazing Babe sighed.
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The incredible thing about teen girls is their utter complete
and fast turn around from being mind melted climax dazed
horny sluts one moment and clear headed sexless brutally
efficient beasts of intellect the next.
So stood the three naked girls now fed and sober if a little
beat and tired outside the rather creepy Gothic house that
sat on a little hill surrounded by a wrought iron fence and a
few dead trees.
Amazing Babe had flown them there; taking the liberty of
soaring up high into the frigid upper atmosphere to clear
their heads and to hide them from early morning risers,
before plunging them with a Kingfisher drop to land in the
back weedy gardens of the thankfully slightly isolated
building.
"It looks deserted," Azure Angel frowned at the back of the
three story house from her hiding place behind one of the
gardens dead trees.
"It isn't." Amazing Babe peered around the garden with its
overgrown paths and dead flower beds before looking back at
the silent house. "I saw two men carry that box in there and
they did not come back out. Their car is still parked in the
garage over there." She nodded where one could just see a
large black car parked through the open side door of the
garage.
"Wait a second?!" Flag Girl shot up right from behind a large
stone vase shaped planter full of dead plants. "The buyer?"
She looked around her quickly but realized being naked and
thus without pockets and having been gang raped for several
non-stop hours she had lost the scrap of paper she and the
others had sold their uniforms and lap dances for in trade.
"What are you talking about?" Azure Angel muttered. She was
becoming her angry self again now that the drunken influence
of hundreds of powerful orgasms were wearing off her now.
"The buyer who bought item lot # 39." Flag Girl was also
returning back to being Flag Girl and was looking around full
of pride and excitement.
"What about the buyer?" Amazing Babe frowned, "surly you
don't expect that he would be here? He was an agent action on
this Ms. Queens behalf."
"Yes, I know. But the buyer's number was # 327!" Flag Girl
was starting to creep up toward the house now. Not waiting
for anyone.
Azure Angel and Amazing Babe shot each other a perplexed look
and then hunched over and started rapidly after her darting
form as it shot from cover to cover rapidly up to the back of
the house.
They caught up to her at the green house built into the back
of the house.
"Okay," Amazing Babe slid up to the now on fire teen. She was
panting slightly as she had done all that flying and carrying
and all these two had done all night was get their joy boxes
filled with cum! "Okay, so the buyer was number 327! So
what?!"
Flag Girl looked over her shoulder at both Azure Angel and
Amazing Babe as if they were utter idiots. "Well, don't you
remember. Number 327 bought ever single girl tonight at the
auction! He won every single bid! If that box is here then
maybe all those girls are here as well!"
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The greenhouse was a thing of ruins. Most of the glass panels
were broken out and the contents were nothing more than dead
plants and piles of shattered decayed potting tables and
wooden flower beds. Entering looked like it would be easy and
it mostly was; but it was also messy and very dirty. And for
three naked teenage girls it was just a straw short of
breaking their resolve all together and sending them home to
hot showers and for two of them much needed douching.
That both Azure Angel and Flag Girl were good and knocked up
in preger'svile there was no doubt. They both knew they only
had a few more hours to reach Professor Whitler and his de
pregerizer sonic machine before it would be too late and food
stamp mommyhood would be an inescapable fact.
There in the musty horrible rotted stench of the decayed
green house ruins the two girls gave a last nervous look at
the rising sun and the hours it was ticking off and then
taking a deep breath forced open one of the rain swelled shut
doors that lead into the house proper.
If the green house was in a state of utter ruin it was
nothing compared to the house its self. A once and splendid
Gothic masterpiece of wood and stone the place was now but a
shambles of warped rotting wood panels and pealing cracked
cupped creaking flooring.
To search the place would have taken all three teens over an
hour if not more; so vast was the decayed mansion and so many
rooms it had. But this proved unnecessary for a constant foot
traffic upon the thread bare carpets and wooden floors
covered in inches of dust showed that everyone who had
entered that wreck of a home via every entry point had headed
directly to a door that proved to lead downstairs into the
stone walled basement.
Soon as that heavy door was opened all three teen girls drew
in a breath of sudden excitement; for there is no masking the
gentle scent of naked young teen girls wafting upon a breeze.
It came up out of those stone descending stairs riding upon
the top of the musk of centuries decay.
Flag Girl had been right. The girls were here. They had
passed this way. Their naked feet, their naked hands, had
brushed past these ancient banisters and stone steps. Their
scent was still hanging upon the stale dead air.
The three super heroine teens bunched up on the stairs and as
a naked centipede they went down them into the bright yellow
electric light.
The stairs debouched into a small room cluttered with new
crates and cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes. Most of
the boxes were lettered in Chinese and Japanese and had
recently contained electronic equipment.
The floor was of rough flag stone and the walls were of
rougher river stone. A lone door of white painted paneling
sat awkwardly in its old jamb half open. The small room had a
single bare bulb set in a standing workers lamp. More
brighter light was coming past the half open door.
The three teens still clumped together as one made their way
cautiously to the door and pushed it open so they could all
three peer inside it in unison. An instinctive act. Their
tired bodies were running more and more on instinct.
Thing about instinct is, it tells you to leave dangerous
places. To run. To hide. If you ignore this then all instinct
tends to tell you is; 'you are too stupid to live. And I am
done with you now.' But all you tend to hear is, 'sure go
ahead and do that. I am sure its safe.' And that would be the
voice of instincts half brother; self destruction.
The door opened upon a very large room. Here a generator was
running and feeding the stand lights and computers and
machines and six naked teen girls freshly sold into white
slavery were strapped into these machines.
The purpose of the machines seem to be to keep the teen girls
in an almost perpetual orgasm.
Every time they climaxed a glass cylinder above their heads
full of clear liquid bubbled and a small wisp of purple and
blue cloudy liquid rose up in its center and dissipated
slowly turning the multitude of clear liquid a darker color.
There were the two men from the pickup in the room. They were
dead. There was Palings strapped into some kind of hideous
torture machine. If he wasn't dead he must have surely wished
he was; a couple more dead men lay at his feet. Perhaps the
teen girls escort from the auction?
Dragon Queen stood in the center of the room at a large table
having just opened up the box from the auction. She had
removed a black stone statue from it. The statue was of a Pan
holding a large ovoid up into the air as if as an offering.
She was injecting serums into the stone ovoid and it was
starting to crack with little finger sized black tentacles
pushing their way slowly out to wiggle at everyone.
The three teen super heroines burst into the room. Dragon
Queen was knocked on her ass and the naked teen girls in the
sex machines were liberated, abet with some much needed
coaching, for the climaxes were quiet intense and hard to
part with.
There was a brief euphoric moment of a mission coming to a
successful conclusion and then everyone noticed the black
stone ovoid was serious about joining the party now. And
everyone ran like hell. Up the stairs and out of the house.
Well, Dragon Queen was still groggy from Amazing Babe using
her face for a punching bag so the black tentacles got her
and she went nowhere.
The house collapsed in on its self. And that then collapsed
into the earth in a sudden and strange subsidence. The
remaining part of the hill side of soft earth that the house
had once stood upon then slid into the hole and covered that
up as well.
So in less than ten minutes a huge Gothic mansion that had
stood for almost two centuries on a hill was utterly gone
without a trace of the house or the hill it had stood upon.
A car pulled up. Out of towners asking for directions. Three
naked teen super heroines in masks and six naked teen girls
still groggy from hours of serious forced climaxes and thus
acting like zombies; tried to give the requested directions
but the car sped off made a U-turn and headed back out of the
city as fast as it could go.
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"Well, we didn't really get the evidence to bring charges of
Malin's murder against Palings," Amazing Babe was floating a
few feet up in the air still naked save her mask.
"True," Flag Girl slapped her tummy with a satisfied grin.
"But Azure Angel and myself DID make it back to Professor
Whirtler's de-pregerizer in time. And that's something!"
Azure Angel came out of the lab building where the Professor
worked carrying two lab coats which she offered to Flag Girl
and Amazing Babe. She herself was already wearing one;
unbuttoned and thus leaving her tits and nipples and pussy
still exposed. She had frozen fudge bars in her other hand
and one in her mouth and the two naked teens took those
before they reached and put on their lab coats. "Here, the
Professor says he runs a respectable establishment and we
have to put these on."
The three teen super heroines slurped on their fudge bars
with their lab coats unbuttoned flapping open in the light
mid-day breeze and flashing their naked tight teen bodies at
the busy city street of pedestrians and cars.
"You know we DID save six teen girls from Dragon Queen
today," Amazing Babe pointed out as she wagged her fudge bar
to punctuated her point. She then hurriedly licked the
drippings off her hand and tits.
"We did!" Flag Girl nodded vigorously. "I am going to call
this a successful case!"
"Case of what?" Azure Angel snorted. "I'm still not sure what
the hell we did or what happened. But I am certain we didn't
do any of the things we set out to do."
"True we did destroy a house that was on the historic
landmark registry." Amazing Babe sighed.
"No, no, no. I am saying, we saved six teen girls from Dragon
Queen and that's that! Case closed." Flag Girl nodded again.
"All right," Amazing Babe smiled and all three girls high
fived as they shouted in unison, "CASE CLOSED!"
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