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SNOWBALLS AND WEDDING CAKES
"Not leaving so soon? Are we, boys?" The voice was silky and
smooth as it poured like its owner's shadow over the face of
the terrorized man.
A loud meaty thump and the man staggered backwards,
pirouetted, and fell flat on his face. Four more thumps and
four more men were sent reeling into an unconscious dog pile
upon him.
"Well, well, well." Brenda Wade stepped out through the
broken sliding glass door of her penthouse suite with her
arms folded under her huge quivering breasts and came to a
stop upon the glittering carpet of snow and glass shards that
now covered her privet rooftop garden terrace. "If it isn't
the women from the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines
paying an unexpected social call... and me without a tin of
beans or a can opener."
The super heroines from L.U.S.H. stepped out of the shadows
and into the ring of light that fell from one snow covered
ornate lamp post of the rooftop gardens. In the center of
that pool of light the five men lay in a pile moaning.
Brenda Wade, dressed only in a baby doll nightie, cast a cold
dispassionate look over the four super heroines as they
emerged further into the light and called them by name as
they did so:
"FREEBOOTER."
Freebooter stood six four with a slender long limb frame. She
wore thigh high boots with the cuffs turned down. A pair of
hot pants that were several sizes too small and too tight. A
pair of gauntlet gloves. An open midriff blouse tied across
her massive mammaries instead of buttoned. A black fancy
frilled eye mask in the French 18th century tradition and a
large tricorn hat. She wore a stun saber on her round full
left hip. A brace of sonic pistols tucked into her massive
cleavage. Slung over her chest cannons she wore crisscrossed
cartridge belts. These belts held the sonic capsules for her
single shot pistols. The belts recharged the ammo over time.
She also carried several thin dirks in the cartridge belt as
well. These she mostly used for lock picking but could be
thrown with unerring effect when needed.
Beyond normal awakened Aphrodite gene traits; Freebooters
super powers could be summoned up by the singular term;
'kickass.'
"Angle Cakes."
Angle Cakes stood five foot four and had long white hair that
fell down to her knees. She had large gray eyes and skin so
pale she looked like she was made out of confection powdered
sugar. She wore an odd costume of blinding white light that
seemed to hover over her nipples and crotch that intensified
in brilliance the more you tried to look at those areas. A
sliver band on her forehead acted in the same manner so one
could not look at her face too closely. As such she wore no
mask of any kind and those trying to remember her appearance
were unable to do so.
She had two pairs of feathered wings; a large pair growing
out of the back of her shoulder area and a smaller pair
growing out of the small of her back. Her wings were mental
projections and not physical mutations.
Her special powers consisted of the ability to fly. The
ability to temporarily blind anyone; though she could only
blind one person at a time to any serious effect as mass
blindness wore off almost instantly. And the ability to bind
a person with a band of light; again the power of this was
limited to her own physical strength reserve as it was a
direct extension of it.
Otherwise she had the standard Aphrodite active gene super
traits; increased healing, increased resistance to damage,
increased health and strength and agility. Those all being
measured against what a normal young woman would possess.
Thus, her increased strength would be more than a teenage
girl her age, but less than an exceptionally strong man.
"SNOW FLAKE."
Snow Flake wasn't officially a sperate member of the League
of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines. She was in fact a pixie or
impish fairy about a foot tall who would of her own free will
appear randomly in the service of Angle Cakes. She was moody
and unreliable and about as likely to cause trouble as help
anyone out of it. She had no costume. Just a tiny naked woman
with insect wings.
Her super powers were unknown. She could fly and turn
invisible and use magic. Though her spells seemed to have a
strange perverse way of back firing.
"Cherry Nova."
Cherry Nova wore a too short pleated skirt and a too tight
halter top. Both top and skirt were riddled with heart shape
cut outs. She wore thigh high stripped stockings and shiny
glitter covered steel toe buckle shoes. She wore fringed
finger-less wrist gloves and a glitter covered eye mask.
She wore her multi-colored hair in twin tails and wielded a
one of a kind expand-o jump rope and exploding panda bears
which she kept in her bookbag backpack.
She seldom wore underwear and her sexual aggressiveness and
slightly unhinged mental state scared the shit out of all
males.
Other than an Olympic level of acrobatic skills and a
contortionist double jointed body; Cherry Nova possess only
basic awakened Aphrodite gene traits. And a serious dementia
for kicking men in the balls!
"NIGHT SHADOW."
Night Shadow had been the one who had purred, "Not leaving so
soon? Are we, boys?" She was the leader of the Legion of
Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines, though Freebooter would argue
that point far into the night.
She wore skin tight nearly see-through yoga pants or
leggings. And an equally skin tight and sheer sleeved top. A
belt and opera gloves hid the seams and hems. She wore a pull
over cowl with an opening in the back to let her hair cascade
through.
The entire ensemble looked as if her naked body had been
spray painted in a glossy smoky lacquer; but the special
material changed color and mirrored patterns to let her blend
in with her background.
This and her uncanny ability to throw her voice proved very
useful in confusing and even creating terror in her
adversaries.
She had a genius level intellect and the only drivers license
and apartment in the group. Other than rather unimpressive
stats in her awakened Aphrodite gene pool; she was just
squeaking over the super heroine bar, despite her leadership
status.
There were two other members on the L.U.S.H. full time roster
not present; Stellar Star and Marvelous Mandy. And there were
the usual on call backup bench warmers. The most prominent of
these being Kandee Kandar, the master illusionist and Vegas
Headliner who specialized in bondage escapes and very adult
stage illusions. (Her most acclaimed and applauded gimmick;
making her own stage costume disappear into thin air off her
body piece by piece as she performed other tricks.)
"It's not like I don't appreciate the hand in bringing down
these thugs who were trying to make off with my... goodies."
Brenda Wade spoke in little white clouds in the winter nights
subzero chill.
"But we HAVE our own super heroines here in Delta City and
really don't need or want some rogue group from another city
dropping by... uninvited."
Freebooter began to growl.
"We mean you no harm, Brenda Wade." The voice was Night
Shadow's and despite herself Brenda shot a glance over her
shoulder; the voice seeming to issue so loud and clear just
behind her right ear.
Brenda straightened back up and glared at the Legion of
Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines all standing in a semi-circle in
front of her as Night Shadow's voice continued to speak so
unnerving all around her head seeming to come from any and
every direction except from the black clad practically naked
woman standing only a few yards in front of her.
"We have no intentions on stepping on any Delta City toes.
But we have followed the master mind criminal Diamond Dick
Dicker to your city. These common street thugs were meant
only as a diversion while the real thieves struck another
penthouse across the street. Having thwarted their attempt we
rushed over here to apprehend these as well."
"By tossing them through my patio door?" Brenda snarled.
"Ah, yes. Freebooter can get a bit rambunctious at times."
Night Shadow cleared her throat.
"Snow Flake says the police have arrived and the apartment
security have the elevators working again," Angel Cakes spoke
in her soft wind chime sonorous voice.
"Arrr, then tis cannon balls an cutlass or else haul booty.
Cherry Nova! Leave off kicking those scurvy dogs in the
crotch!" Freebooter turned and with Night Shadow giving a
small two finger salute they all leapt off the edge of the
penthouse terrace and dropped out of sight.
Brenda tisked into the bitter cold air and then headed back
into her multi-floor suite.
It wasn't as if the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines
were any serious threat to the success status of any of the
Delta City super heroines; they were too lame to make anyone
in the loose gathering of the Delta City Danger Babe Super
Heroine Network look bad. Well, maybe Azure Angel, but she
was just pathetic.
But there was a problem with their presence in the public eye
that had nothing to do with crime fighting. And that was
apparent even in their name, 'Unnecessarily Sexy'. These hot
tramps just dressed and acted like SLUTS!
Of course, most super heroines weren't above flashing a
little cleavage and a bit of booty as it worked so well in
distracting the insipid male criminal. But L.U.S.H barely
dressed at all! They practically went around naked. And they
seemed to end up completely naked before the first punch was
thrown, and on their backs and knees in their armpits and
ankles behind their ears only a few seconds after that!
The threat of their presence in Delta City was not that they
might make the local super heroines look bad by putting a lot
of criminals away; but rather how much more flak and grief
they would bring by collateral cleavage on to the regular
hometown girls through the already torqued housewives by the
groups sheer lustful over the top nymphomania antics?!
They had to be stopped!
And put back on the next bus leaving town as soon as
possible.
Brenda angrily waved her way past the mix of out of breath
police and para-military apartment security who had just
poured out of the elevators and broken through the wielded
steel fire stair doors.
She had no time for this as she slammed her bedroom door
behind her and headed toward her secret jet powered elevator.
There was no way in Hell she was going to have to sit through
yet another PTA meeting with the subject being 'Super
Heroines: Underwear Vigilantes or Just Dumb Sluts!'
*************************************************************
"Hmmm, I can certainly understand your concern?" Omega Woman
rubbed her chin in thought.
Omega Woman, Ms. Americana, Got Gal, and Lady Midnight all
stood facing each other in a loose circle pondering the
situation Ms. Americana had just put before them.
They were in the top secret Ms. Americana Base, the location
of which apparently almost every super heroine in Delta City
knew as well as her sidekick and psychiatrist and
hairdresser. As they were always calling up to rearrange
appointments or stopping by on holidays to leave discount
brochures.
The topic of discussion was the Legion of Unnecessarily Sexy
Heroines stopping crime on their front doorstep.
Ms. Americana was worked up and furious but the others were
somewhat reluctant or unable to see the reason for such an
excitable 'dire' threat as she kept insisting existed.
"I do remember the rumors the last time they were in town;
something about them having sex with an entire teenage boy
scout troop? No complaints were filed though?" Lady Midnight
mumbled.
"No! It was a jamboree! Over four hundred scouts!" Ms.
Americana fumed.
"More like a jug-oree considering the oversized knockers on
those girls," Got Gal snickered. "Where do they find bras at
that size? I have trouble just finding holsters for my GG
cups?"
"Well, they don't bother with bras! That's part of the
problem!" Ms. Americana humphed.
"If you think about it. It would be more like a jug-orgy,"
Lady Midnight pondered out loud. "Four hundred? That's
actually impressive. In a frightening sort of way."
"Yes! Frightening indeed! Four hundred teenage boys having
sex with overtly sexy super powered women! The horror of it
all!" Ms. Americana waved her arms over her head in a frantic
appeal of understanding.
"But there were no complaints," Got Gal meekly added.
"Well, the Legion of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines ARE quiet
talented to be sure," Omega Woman added with a firm nod of
her head.
"Their stamina alone must be amazing," Lady Midnight
whistled. "You know teenage boys are always coming back for
seconds, thirds, even fourths. The family holidays are such a
murder on your grocery bill."
Ms. Americana slapped her forehead. "UGH! You're missing the
point!"
"Wait, I thought their overt sexuality and promiscuity with
the public WAS the point?" Omega Woman dropped her hand to
her hip and frowned.
"YES! YES! YES!" Ms. Americana paced rapidly back and forth.
"And if we don't do something about the Legion of
Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines, WE are going to be dealing with
the fallout of all that negative PR! WE are the ones left
facing a city full of pissed off women AND hornier than even
usual men! Think of the scowls! The snide asides! The butt
pinching!"
"But what?! And how?!" Omega Woman crossed her arms under her
huge breasts. "They came to our city on legitimate business.
Chasing after this criminal master mind. What was his name?
Dick Diamond Dicky? What do we even know about him?"
"Wait? I thought it was Diamond Dick Dicker," Lady Midnight
joined Omega Woman in crossing her arms under her own huge
tits and thus brought the cleavage and nipple popping content
in the room to a highly dangerous degree of the pecker
tenting threshold.
"I'm not sure about the suggestion here that we drive a group
of innocent people out of our city. Even if the President of
the United States is doing that nation wide on a daily racial
profiling biases." Got Gal crossed her arms under her jugs
and outside of the secret base wolves began to howl.
"What?! Innocent?! They are sluts! Whores! Bed-hoppers!
Bawds! Call girls! Street walkers! Harlots! Hookers!
Proustites! Strumpets! Tarts! Tramps! And they are out there
right now! Sullying our good name! Tarnishing our reputation!
Dragging our hard won public honor and respect through the
mud." Ms. Americana placed a fist over her heart, or at least
buried her right fist into her huge left breast causing her
nipple to pop out. "We MUST protect our public purity!"
The Ms. Americana secret base was cluttered with every
electronic super heroine crime fighting gadgets known and
unknown to man. It also housed hundreds if not thousands of
collected trophy's taken by Ms. Americana as mementos of her
crime fighting career. As it was Ms. Americana ended her loud
ranting impassioned speech standing in front of an enormous
glass display case holding thousands of giant dildos and
vibrators culled from her various criminal cases.
Omega Woman, Lady Midnight, and Got Gal exchanged nervous
glances with each other as Ms. Americana stood heroically
poised before the giant wall display of massive dildos and
vibrators all with their own small brass plaque telling when,
where, and who by, they had been used upon the Queen of
Justice.
It was Flag Girl who broke the silence. She raised up her
reading glasses and looked up from the key board where she
had been entering in the minutes of the meeting and said,
"how do you spell Proustites? Is it like Marcel Proust but
with tits on the end? Or is it more like Pros with titties on
the end?"
*************************************************************
"I'm not sure about this," Ms. Americana sneered. "Compromise
plans seldom work as well as when everyone just does what I
tell them."
"You're plan," Omega Woman shot Ms. Americana a cold stare,
"of jumping the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines and
yanking burlap sacks over their heads and putting them into
the trunk of the Americana Mobile and dumping them over the
Mexican boarder was wrong on so many ethical and tactical
levels that I can't even begin to explain."
"Humph. Well, if I had been able to surgically remove the Ms.
Americana Jet from the anus of that giant ape that had
climbed to the top of Wade Tower last week. I could have
flown them to the deserts of Iran and dumped them buck ass
naked there." Ms. Americana muttered.
"Seriously, you need to take a vacation. A cruise ship. Leave
the costume at home and get laid without the chloroform and
handcuffs for a change." Omega Woman put a gloved hand on Ms.
Americana's shoulder.
"Crime doesn't take vacations. And neither do I." Ms.
Americana shot bolt up right from her crouched position
beside Omega Woman's crouched position behind several parked
cars and struck a super heroine pose. "Whereever injustice
rears it's ugly tentacles; I will be there ready to rear them
back down. Whereever crime needs a thwarting; I will be on
hand ready to use my thwart, with wild abandon. And yes, no
matter how much chloroform and how much bondage I must endure
I will endure it and demand more. So bring on your angry rape
penises and forced climax sexual situations, Oh naughty
abhorrent Crime! I will not back down and I will not be
absent nor delayed from any and every mind melting milking
machine dildo rape or even lowly casual subway grope! For I
am Ms. Americana! Queen of Justice! THE defender of Delta
City! So bring it on! I am insatiable!"
Omega Woman looked up at her and shook her head and sighed.
"So much for the stealthy approach then," she stood up along
side the still glowing and beaming Ms. Americana. Who had
attracted the attention of every armed guard patrolling the
Delta City Precious Gem Depository across the street from
them.
The plan had been that the super heroines would take down
Diamond Dick Dicker and his gang and thus remove the reason
the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines had for being in
Delta City and thus causing them to leave without resorting
to domestic kidnapping and international incidents.
On his first night in Delta City Diamond Dick Dicker had been
stopped by the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines in his
attempt to steal the largest privately owned collection of
diamond's in the city. His plan to use some quick hired local
thugs to act as a diversionary second heist had failed. But
he himself and his gang had managed to get away if without
the desired gems.
It had been Flag Girl who had suggested that it would make
sense that he would go after the largest collection of gems
not privately owned next.
In researching the various jewelry stores and exhibits the
super heroines had stumbled across the Gem Depository. A very
highly guarded government customs building where large
quantities of gems being brought into the country were stored
as local buyers awaited paperwork and legal clearance before
picking up their wares.
It was a long shot. But if Diamond Dick Dicker was in a
hurry, as his bungled apartment burglary suggested, and
needed diamonds in large quantities as again was suggested,
then the gem depository was a prime target.
But not the only target.
Lady Midnight and Got Gal were scouring the city for any sign
of the League of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines in hopes of
their leading them to Diamond Dick Decker or gaining
information about him from them as even now they weren't even
sure about his name?!
The group decided Ms. Americana should not be in the search
for the group or left alone on a stakeout when it was found
she had hidden several small canisters of chloroform gas upon
her person as well as four airline tickets to Bangkok.
So, Ms. Americana and Omega Woman were to stakeout the Gem
Depository together and wait to see if Diamond Dick Dicker or
his gang did indeed show up there.
Flag Girl was set up with laptop ten stories up in the
skeletal frame work of a construction site skyscraper. Acting
as communication hub for the super heroines as well as being
patched into the street police cameras that sat at every
street corner of the mighty city.
She was filtering through the thousands of camera's as well
as monitoring the police radio bands. So far she had
witnessed dozens of crimes and thus dozens of the other super
heroines of Delta City getting topped and raped by street
gangs and mutants. But no sign of L.U.S.H. or Diamond Dick
Dicker's gang.
Now, as it began to snow and the distant downtown tower clock
tolled three a.m., Omega Woman and Ms. Americana stood in the
street before the Gem Depository with their cover blown and
several heavily armed guards anxiously and nervously staring
at them.
Ms. Americana glanced over at the guards who seemed to be
unsure if they should cross the street and question the two
suddenly appearing super heroines.
Ms. Americana sneered at them and then purred, "I suppose you
want me to put my hands up?" She put her hands behind the
back of her head and began to sway her huge breasts back and
forth at the men. "Like this?" Then she dropped her hands
down to her narrow waist looked over at the bug eyed staring
guards now frozen in place and in a dead pan voice said to
them, "what's the matter, boys? Need a tissue?"
"Alright," Omega Woman grabbed Ms. Americana by the arm and
flew them both up into the snowy air. "Flag Girl, can you
read me? We are abandoning our surveillance of the Gem
Depository and are heading your way."
"Rodger Dodger that!" Flag Girl chirped over the ear buds.
"Anything, to report?" Omega Woman blasted through the air
holding Ms. Americana by the wrist.
"Naw, not really." Flag Girl responded. "Jungle Babe and Bush
Girl are getting savagely fucked by a giant orangutan wearing
a Santa hat and fake white beard.
Shield is getting her pussy worked over by some large metal
robots.
The Green Specters are stripped naked and cum covered and
tied to the downtown Christmas tree.
Wolf Woman and Cub are having a train pulled on them by the
Diablo street gang.
The Alpha's are naked and running through the streets being
chased by yetis.
Hexanna is being tag team raped by The Missing Link and The
Abomination.
Sarah Krotch is jiz covered and naked and in a shoot out with
a band of ATM robbers.
Amazing Babe is ass up as always and getting anal probed by
some gray alien looking guys. Probably midgets in disguise.
Champion Girl is getting her snatch snatchered by some lame
purse snatcher guy. She has SUN based powers why does she
keep insisting on coming out at night! All she ever does is
manage to get raped by the lamest lame-os!
Ugh! Some meter maid just booted my moped! Bitch.
Hmmm, Danger Babe is tied up in the bell clock tower getting
vampire humped... looks like some werewolves too. Good thing
she like's it doggy style.
OH, and Azure Angel is home alone watching, It's Wonderful
Life, with a bowl of popcorn and crying her eyes out.
But yeah, looks like all the A-list super villains are
staying home tonight."
"No sign of Diamond Dick Dicker or his gang then?" Omega
Woman was squinting against the snow flurries as she flew
through the night sky with Ms. Americana in tow.
"Nope. No sign of the Luggage of Unnecessarily Sappy Heifers
either. In fact, it looks like Got Gal and Lady Midnight are
taking a break at the twenty-four seven Dairy Queen. OH! Got
Gal is having the Ms. Americana Sundae Split! Two huge scoops
of vanilla ice cream topped with whip cream and cherries with
a banana covered in marshmallow sauce set between them! And
you get a paste board tiara too! Yum! HEY! When's my snack
break?!"
Omega Woman sighed. Below her Ms. Americana shouted out, "My
cleavage is filling up with snow! If we don't land soon my
nips are going to freeze off!" Omega Woman sighed again.
*************************************************************
Omega Woman dropped off Ms. Americana on the street in front
of the construction site where Flag Girl was perched ten
stories above with her laptop and small satellite dish.
She then hurried off; flashing through the gathering winter
storm, to the all night Dairy Queen, where apparently Got Gal
and Lady Midnight had turned off their communication devices,
while gorging themselves on frozen confections.
Omega Woman soon turned off her own communication link to cut
off Flag Girl's whining endless list of what she wanted Omega
Woman to bring her back from the Dairy Queen.
On the street, now ankle deep in fresh snow, the Queen of
Justice tried to scoop out the snow out of her cleavage. This
soon proved impossible and she sighed and tapped her bra
lightly at the clasp in the center of her back and the over
strained garment sprang off her body where the wind instantly
grabbed it and soared it away from her into the snowy night
sky.
"Oh poop." The Queen of Justice watched her top fly away and
vanish.
She shrugged and gave her huge tits a good rubbing to get the
remaining snow off of them and to warm them up a bit from the
night's growing cold.
The last time she had topped herself in public had been four
days ago when she had needed to use her bra as a blindfold in
order to lead a street informant of hers back to her secret
base. Unfortunately she had lost her bra then too when the
man was gunned down in a drive-by and he had pitched head/bra
first into the Delta City Bay.
"I may need to start wearing pasties stars on my nipples
under my top?" Ms. Americana muttered to herself as she
looked around her. The street was deserted. It was three
thirty in the morning with a snow storm sliding in upon the
city. The schools were already closed for the holidays and
the dark quiet windows of the apartment buildings showed no
sign of anyone stirring.
"Nights like this, one could walk the city streets damn near
naked," she knew because she often had! "First order of
business. Get my hands on Flag Girl's laptop and see where
those out of town sluts are so I can kick their butts out of
MY city!" Ms. Americana hand bra-ed it for a few yards but
gave up as their seemed no real point. The hand bra-ing had
reminded her why she 'didn't' wear pasties over her nipples
despite being topped so much, and that was because they made
her thigh rubbingly horny!
It was one thing to shoe horn her nipples into her bra top
but just about anything else against her sensitive nipples
set her little sex motor into knee shaking high revs!
"Besides it's not MY nakedness that is the threat here it's
those L.U.S.H. sluts! I need to get them out of MY city
before they cause trouble." Ms. Americana slipped through the
fencing surrounding the construction site and found the
construction elevator and pulled the handle to make it
ascend.
As the elevator car slowly carried her up the iron works of
the skeletal building her mind raced with images of all the
kinky slutty things those so-called super heroines could be
doing in and to her city!
These images plus her exposed breasts in a public, abet
deserted place, had her little sex motor sparking and
wheezing and stripping gears. So that when the open faced
elevator car stopped suddenly she caught herself rubbing
herself to keep warm in some rather inappropriate areas and
ways.
Ms. Americana leaned out the elevator car and saw she was but
one level below where Flag Girl had been stationed. The wind
had picked up and the snow storm had become a blizzard.
She called out to her sidekick to come over and see why the
elevator had stopped working.
But even as she called out she saw that Flag Girl had been
tied up and that a figure was standing over her working the
keyboard of the laptop.
Ms. Americana shouted out at the figure who ignored her for
several seconds but finally looked up at her from the
keyboard.
"Well, you must be Ms. Americana, yes?" The figure looked
down at her. He was just a few yards from her; infuriatingly
close! "I have already met your delightful sidekick. She had
this most incredibly useful gadget here." He held up the
laptop and wiggled it. "I had heard you were a self-centered,
egotistical, vain, control freak, trusting no one but your
self, and disliking sharing with anyone in your glory. So, I
thought you might have access to the police city camera's and
an ability to shut them down, not trusting the police and
believing your absolute control the wiser. And look, I am not
one to listen to vile gossip. But here I find I can shut down
the city camera network and have! And I find you have access
to almost all of the city's passwords and security codes.
Very useful indeed."
Ms. Americana fumed in the elevator box and looked all around
her, but the snow had turned to ice in several places or lay
so thick that any attempt to try and climb out of the car or
leap to the 'I' beam that lay directly above her where the
man and Flag Girl were perched would be impossible. She would
merely slip in the snow and plunge ten stories to her death!
"Dicker! Dicker! DICKER!" Ms. Americana began to shout into
the blizzard as she jabbed her gauntlet gloved finger at the
man.
The man shrugged and sighed, "well, if you insist. I was just
about to leave. But by your command I will obey like a good
guest and 'dick her' hard indeed."
The man slipped his cock out of his tuxedo pants and slapped
it hard across Flag Girl's naked ass.
Flag Girl was tied up but not gagged and she instantly began
to talk in an increasingly wide eyed excitable string of
words; "Wha?! No! Let's AH talk this over. There's really no
need to put that-OH! YES! In there. Really, you should pull
that out! We scarcely know each other! OH GWAD! You are a
stud aren't you! You're splitting me apart! UGH! GWAD!
NOT SO FAST! OH! Your intentions are honorable, right? I
mean, I'm unprotected! And at the speed you're pounding my
wedding cake you shan't last much longer! OHGWAD! I can't
hold back! I'm... CUM-MMMMMM-ING! OHHHHhhhhhhhhh. Yes. OH, I
feel like a little marshmallow melting into a huge cup of hot
chocolate. OHhhhhhhhhh. Neeeeded that baaaaaad. Oh, oh, oh,
another one's coming. Bigger. GWAD! Going to be a big one!
Don't stop! DON"T STOP! Wha?! NO! You came! You little shit!
You came?! I was just on the edge! You better not leave me
hanging! You had better not leave me hanging! You shit! Is
that it?! Is that all you got?! You fucker! GET THAT FUCKING
PRICK OF YOUR'S BACK INTO MY PUSSY! RIGHT NOW! Diamond Dick
Dicker! I will cut your fucking balls off for this!"
The man put his spent penis back into his tux trousers and
smoothed his hair back into place. "The name is Dapper Dick
Diamond. I don't know why you tiara and tights crowd have
such a hard time with that? Oh, and thanks for this," he held
up the laptop again and shook it. He slapped Flag Girl's
shuddering ass and then stepped away and left in a swirl of
smoke from the jet pack upon his back.
"You piece of shit! Get back here and finish what you
started!" Flag Girl yelled over her quaking ass.
"Flag Girl!" Ms. Americana yelled at her now crying sidekick
trying to get her attention.
"Whaaaaa! First good looking guy to ever put his seed in me
and he's just a creep like all the others! Whaaa! What about
our baby? You pansy! You want our Diamond Jr. to be a
bastard?!" Flag Girl sobbed and shouted into the snowy night.
"Flag Girl snap out of it!" Ms. Americana once again looked
over the elevator car inside and out trying to make it work
or see a way up or down that was not lethal.
"Whaaaaa! Don't think you won't be paying child support you
cad! You'd better start knocking off freaking Fort Knox or
the Denver Mint! I am not some cheap floozy! I have
standards! You handsome scum! I am going to get you for every
penny! How dare you be so handsome AND hung! You get back
here right now on a white horse and with a shit-ton of roses
and finish what you-you-started! Whaaaa!" Flag Girl was
sobbing with deep heaving shudders and broken whines.
"Flag Girl! Stop this caterwauling and see if there is an
elevator control box on your level. He must have set it to
over ride my controls!" Ms. Americana shouted and frowned.
Slowly, Flag Girl pulled herself together and still quietly
crying she made her way to the elevator control box on her
level were indeed it had been jammed.
Flag Girl had been tied up by a master of Japanese bondage.
The ropes binding her hands began their wrappings at her
elbows and finished by enclosing her fists so not even a
finger was left exposed to grab at anything.
With her arms wrapped up behind her back the teen side kick
tried to work the jammed lever with her exposed sweaty topped
tits but at just a double DD-cup she was too small to force
the lever. After a few sniffing confused botched tries with
mouth and neck she spun around and mounted the lever.
It slid up her hot warm wet seamen slick tight teen hole
easily. The lever had a half sunken handle that needed to be
squeezed in order for the lever to be able to move.
Flag Girl set about humping the lever until her pent up
climax caused her pussy muscles to squeeze and twitch in
pleasure at which time she worked the clamped lever and set
the elevator once more free to ascend.
Ms. Americana stepped out of the elevator car and untied her
spent sidekick and then raced over to the edge of the exposed
steel girder frame work of the skyscraper and looked out into
the night blizzard.
"A jet pack." Ms. Americana put a hand on her side jutting
hip. "Why don't I have a jet pack?"
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"It would seem his whole Brenda Wade apartment robberies were
simply a ruse to bring Ms. Americana's attention upon Dapper
Diamond Dick. Knowing that by doing so she would set up a
surveillance net to catch him and thus expose herself and her
surveillance system." Omega Woman tapped her chin. "He would
seem to have quiet an extensive knowledge on how we work in
Delta City and the intelligence and luck to make use of
that."
Omega Woman looked around her at the late afternoon Dairy
Queen, nearly deserted, where Lady Midnight and Ms. Americana
and Flag Girl sat in booths gorging themselves. The blizzard
long spent had dropped enough snow to limit those out and
about. Turning the city into a white wedding cake world.
Got Gal landed in the knee deep snow outside and entered the
Dairy Queen brushing off a few errant snowflakes; her nipples
hard enough to cut glass.
"So, how much did the Dapper Diamond Dick gang make off
with?" Omega Woman asked Got Gal as she approached the booth.
"Everything." Got Gal sighed as she singled for service. "He
managed in just six hours to slip out of Delta City with
almost every large diamond to be had. Thanks to having all
the security codes and passwords and safe combinations for
both retail outlets and privet homes."
Omega Woman recoiled making a cringing face and then sighed.
"Well, that certainly could have gone better."
"Better?!" Snorted Ms. Americana. "Our mission was to get rid
of the Legion of Unnecessarily Sexy Heroines and they left
this morning almost sprinting after Diamond Dicky Dicker. I
doubt we will be seeing either of those two gangs anytime
soon!" Ms. Americana raised her milkshake and smiled. "To
success!"
Flag Girl raised her milk shake and 'clunked' it with her
mentor. "And I am not preggers! Yet, another mission where I
got topped and bopped but escape the food stamps and diaper
brigade! YES!" The teen smiled and fist pumped her empty
gloved hand in exaltation.
"Ahhh," Omega Woman hesitated before rasing her own milkshake
and joining Lady Midnight and Got Gal in the celebratory
toast. Ms. Americana was still topped, her huge naked milk
shakers shuddering and jiggling with every motion.
Flag Girl had also somehow lost her top so her tator tots
were jutting about and quivering non-stop as only a pair of
large firm teen tits can. She also seemed to have lost her
underpants leaving only her tiny pleated cheerleader skirt
for modesty. So whenever she moved upon the vinyl bench seat
her wet teen pussy would make popping suction noises.
The rest of the heroines were still in full costume but the
constant shift from exterior snow and ice to heated interiors
all night long had those costumes almost see-through and
everyone seemed red eyed tired.
"Yes... I suppose that was a... successful mission?" Omega
Woman pulled at her collar and rolled her eyes.
Outside a few high school girls were building a snowman which
quickly became a snow-woman as they added a pair of huge snow
tits to it. And then clapped on a paste board tiara to its
misshapen head and then a large Delta City Bay starfish where
the crotch would be; a couple of the girls had slipped out of
their snow suits and were pulling off their clothes to model
for the creation and to take cellphone snaps along side it.
"The important thing is that we have driven off those
L.U.S.H. sluts and saved the purity of our wonderful city!"
Ms. Americana smiled and then slapped Flag Girl's gloved hand
as she caught her reaching for the last of her fries.
"Amen, to that." Lady Midnight said and they all clunked
their nearly empty milkshakes together again.
"And goddess bless us each and all," Flag Girl smirked
through a mouth full of prolonged fries.
"Who's up for caroling?!" Ms. Americana suddenly shouted and
shot up from the bench seat with a beaming smile. Everyone
moaned but they all followed the half naked woman out of the
Dairy Queen out into the red and purple sunset snow covered
evening into the high school girls snowball fight were naked
knockers were jig-jig-jiggling.
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