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SUPERIOR WOMAN YEAR ONE
Superior Woman looked down at the see through suction cups
grasping her large nipples and puffy areolas with wide eyed
astonishment.
The cups were attached to clear plastic stiff tubbing which
in turn ran up into a large metal rocker arm with small
powerful sump pumps attached on top of it before passing
through more coiled clear plastic tubing to a very large
glass cylinder with graduated markings on its surface.
The suction on each nipple alternated from powerful to
extreme. This alternation of suction force also alternated
from breast to breast. As one was pulled up slightly by the
engulfed nipple and held quivering by the strong vacuum pump;
the other breast was yanked up furiously by its suction cup
by extreme vacuum force. Before switching the suction
pressures so the extreme vacuum became merely the powerful
suction and the powerful suction pulling now the extreme.
As such Superior Woman watched her huge firm full tits seem
to rise and fall in a steady stretching and releasing; though
even in the release a constant pulling tension was
maintained.
It looked as if someone had grabbed hold of her nipples and
was rhythmically pulling one breast while punching the other
and then switching back and forth, back and forth, in
relentless tity twisting groping action. The rocker arm on
its pivot pulled and punched each alternating melon sized tit
with vibrating violence, fed in its speed by the alternating
suction of the sum pumps on top of each end of its arm.
Meanwhile, in great spurts her thick warm rich milk
spasmodically geyser erupted racing through the plastic
tubbing and steadily filling the large glass jug.
Superior Woman was concerned. Not only did a good milking
like this drive her insane with lusts but her own Aphrodite
active gene body had the unique quirk that it would replenish
her breast milk almost as fast as it could be drained!
She would die of exhaustion before her enormous rack ran dry!
Though due to her incredible vitality that death would be
some time in the offing!
In the meantime, the blonde super heroine tried desperately
to ignore her increasingly juicy pussy and its milk-gasm
orgasm twitching hot meaty needs and consider her options in
her current heinous plight.
The buxom blonde looked around the room as best she could in
her bound state. She was confined by wrists, ankles, and
waist to the milking machine in a room that seemed, as far as
she could crane her neck, to be a simple basement to a small
suburban residence. There was a lone naked light bulb hanging
at the center of the room directly above her.
It's walls consisted of simple cinder blocks showing some
water damp leaking through. There was one lone small well
window that was thick with rust and covered in cobwebs and
dirt that afforded no view out or in other than a smudge gray
light that told her it was not night outside her captive
room.
Along one wall, to her left, was several metal shelves the
kind you buy in a long flat box from an outlet store or a
very cheap hardware store. They were leaning this way and
that and were covered in various bric-a-brac of a not too
handy handy-man.
Along the wall to her right she could just make out the rough
unfinished wooden staircase leading up to a lone door. Now
closed.
At an extreme twist of the neck she could more sense than see
a washer and dryer and water heater making up the wall behind
her back.
In front of her was the milking machine. It's dual pumps made
a constant humming purring noise as they steadily pinched
punched and pinched pulled her large breasts in rapid
vibrating quivering gasps. The wall before her held the well
window but otherwise was barren.
The machine was attached to the strong metal harness that
held her fast. She gave it a quick look over and much to her
surprise realized it was fashioned out of the frame and hoist
used to pull motors out of automobiles.
She was held by heavy chains and steel wrist bands and paddle
locks in mid-air by the milking machine.
A large drain sat in the center of the concrete floor
directly under her and she was surprised to see little
rivulets of her precious milk running down to it and
wastefully away into its rusted maw.
A heavy orange electrical cord ran from the machine to the
single socket light bulb above her head and plugged into a
lone outlet there on its side.
She was not gagged in anyway. Which strongly suggested the
house was at least isolated enough despite its obvious cookie
cutter suburban stamp that a lone woman's screams would not
reach any curious or concerning ear.
She was naked in the harness. She wore no eye mask as her
transformation from her secret identity state to her super
heroine state changed her from a nerdy eye glass wearing
mousy brunette into a 'some-what super powered' statuesque
blonde with a huge rack! Stand the two women side by side and
no one would ever mistake the one for the other.
And here of course was the key to escaping the rather lame
homespun makeshift contraption she found herself imprisoned
in.
She cleared her throat and called out, "SUPERIORUS
WOMANANUS!"
And with that single shout she transformed from a six foot
one inch tall, blonde with long shimmering hair, and long
limbs, and thin torso, with a firm full bubble butt, and huge
breasts the size of beach balls, and a large gray eyed, high
cheek bone, face, with thick pillow pouty lips; to a five
foot, much thinner, lanky, slender, reddish auburn brunette
with short shoulder length hair, with large brown eyes, and
glasses, with a still impressive full bust, and full behind,
but somewhat frog-ish shorter legs, and thinner lips, and a
more squat nose, and freckles, lots and lots of freckles,
everywhere!
The change caused her thinner wrists to slip, with some
discomfort, from her makeshift shackles and a rather painful
few seconds of misery as her smaller breasts pulled free as
they shrunk from the powerful suction cups as they were upon
short stiff extensions from the pumps themselves and had a
limited range of reach.
Thus the mousy brunette slowly slumped and half fell half
struggled out of the harness of chains and paddle locks as
they had been meant to secure a woman almost twice her size.
Once a limb was free she would use it to help wrench the
others free and so forth until panting and shivering from the
effort the freed young teen girl now was on her hand and
knees next to the weird piecemeal contraption pausing to
catch her breath and ponder over her immediate surroundings.
The five foot tall brunette stood up naked in the small
basement room and peered around her with her blurry vision.
Her glasses would be back at her dorm room and her super
heroine costume was no where in, even blurred, sight.
She was rather helpless, though much more brainy, in her
current non-powered state. But she would need to wait several
minutes before she could use her shout to re-summon up her
powered super heroine form.
She spent the time hugging her large but some what flabby
breasts and shaking from the damp cold of the bare basement
floor. She was thin but still had that healthy layer of fat
that all but super heroine women had upon their bodies. So
she looked a bit 'chunky' compared to the body she had a few
seconds before.
Her full bust and butt on her short frame gave her an hour
glass zaftig figure that was not fair considering how thin
the rest of her body was but she knew she could rock a
sweater and skirt combo like no other and even in her thick
heavy framed glasses she could hip-sway up a wolf whistle
even in the library or jiggle jog up a pant tenting stare in
the high school hallways.
As a freshman in Delta City college studying her occult
science and rituals of sex magic major, she also helped as a
teacher assistant for the Delta City high school. Earning
credits and a small but welcome sum of money for this while
stoking her ego at all the sex hungry boys who drooled over
her in the hallways and classrooms.
It was her studies of the occult sex magic rituals of ancient
mysteries that had lead her to stumble upon the formula and
practice that had unleashed her super powered transformed
self!
The first ritual had been long and chaotic and done while she
was drunk out of her mind on a late and horny night. But once
completed she now only had to say her transformation words of
power to change back and forth between her normal state and
her blonde super powered though not too bright self!
With nothing better to do than study the milking machine
before her under the lone light bulb, as after all she was
surly not going to try heading up those stairs and facing her
captor in her current nearly blind helpless naked state, the
young brainy brunette frowned over the machine as she raised
and rubbed her cold feet against her shins and continued to
hug her large breasts for warmth.
The machine was even more of a cobbled together mess than she
had first thought. The pumps were indeed off the shelf sump
pumps that had been attached to a large single rocker arm
that had raised one end as it thrust down the other adding to
the force of her milking suction and everything, absolutely
everything, was held together by bailing wire and rusted
bolts. With her nipples now pulled free the pumps had sucked
air for a few seconds before automatically shutting down.
So now the machine sat silent as she huddled next to it. Her
normal large nipples and puffy areolas even larger and
swollen by the raw sheer force of her milking.
She was amazed at the sure quantity of the milk she had
given. The large glass container was nearly half full of what
must have been at least two gallons of milk?!
She had heard rumors that super heroine milk was a priceless
commodity on the black market. And that super heroines were
upon occasion captured and milked for this lucrative
lactation.
But she had never experienced such a thing before. The young
teen girl whose intelligence had let her skip grades and
graduate high school early, rubbed her still throbbing pussy.
She may have exchanged bodies back to her brainy one but the
thrill of the milk-gasms her super heroine body had
experienced had carried over its horniness to her and she
squeezed her thighs together against the hot tingling need to
give herself a good hard banging.
Being naked and basically helpless in her current state in
some strangers basement and having just been put into a
milking machine by said stranger sent a chilling thrill
through her that accented the burning need in her loin.
She frowned as she tried to remember how she had ended up in
the hideous and embarrassingly cheap milking machine. It was
a blank. That was odd. She had woken up in the machine to her
first milk-gasm. But could not remember how she had ended up
there.
The last thing she could remember was being in costume as
Superior Woman having just trounced some street thugs who had
been harassing some teenage girls from her high school.
Then nothing.
Her large brown eyes fell upon an air gun set upon one of the
slanting shelves full of junk. She shivered over to it and
checked it out and the darts in a box next to it. There were
several vials of tranquilizer and muscle relaxant next to the
box of darts.
"So that was it," some one or some ones had drugged her with
a tranquilizer dart. She was very weak to any kind of knock
out gas in her super powered form. That much she knew from a
rather messy bout with another street gang who had seemed to
have had forearmed knowledge of this weakness and used it
against her and gang raping her for several shocking hours!
But she had never considered the weakness might include ALL
forms of sleep inducing chemicals?
She frowned and bit her lip at this prospect. She would have
to leave a note about this in the lap top that she and
Superior Woman shared. While she could remember everything
Superior Woman did and experienced. It did not go the same
way for Superior Woman. When she transformed back into her
brunette nerdy self she basically went into a suspended
'pause' mode. She only had the memories of Superior Woman.
And considering her brusque over confident self assured and
somewhat limited intelligence this consisted of only memories
of her being a great and mighty and powerful super heroine
and a rather utter disregard for her actual humiliating
defeats and almost constant rapes.
Still it sure beat letting Superior Woman take the risks and
dick than her! The young teen breathed deeply and looked once
again at the lone door at the top of the stair case and in a
clear voice shouted out, "SUPERIORUS WOMANANUS!"
The auburn teen gasped as her body began to transform into
the tall, willowy, large busted, blonde woman, Superior
Woman!
Superior Woman looked around her; she could see her plan had
worked and she was now out of the milking machine. She placed
her hands on her hips and flashed her perfect super model
face smile.
Naked, and apparently oblivious to being naked, the
statuesque blonde goddess walked confidently across the small
basement room and up the shaky wooden staircase. She found
the door locked. With a tug and push she rented the cheap
door off its wrenched hinges.
The house was deserted.
The lodgings consisted of an open kitchen with table to eat
at and a living room with the only door leading out or in and
a very small bathroom and a very small bed room. This was
all. It was furnished from the seventies and looked as if the
whole place was in a serious need of being demolished. And
the building was apparently trying to accomplish this at warp
speed.
There was no back yard and no front yard. The door lead
straight out onto a side walk. No garage or driveway. The lot
on one side of the house was nothing but weeds and garbage
and piles of sand. The house on the other side of the house
was vacant with a 'for sale' sign taped to its mail box. The
sign was the kind you buy by the dozen and it was very old
and weathered. Similar 'for sale' or 'for rent' signs
peppered the rest of the dilapidated houses in the
neighborhood. There was a rusted tricycle in the middle of
the weedy street and a fire hydrant buried under piles of
trash bags.
Seeing no one to fight or confront Superior Woman shrugged
and took to the air. It never occurred to her to check out
the house number or mail box name or address. Thus, hours
latter, after prancing about naked in the Delta City sky's
looking for more crime to confront and returning to her
shared dorm room and transforming back into her brunette
self; her brunette shelf could only slap her forehead, having
no idea where or who had milked her!
Nor could she figure out on the gas station purchased city
map she spread out on her narrow twin bed, where the house
might even possibly be, due to Superior Woman's hours of
naked merandering in the sky's.
The young auburn teen sighed, "well, early Merry Christmas
whoever you were. Hope you enjoy that expensive costume you
stripped me out of, and all that milk you raped out of me.
Hope that makes you rich enough to get you out of that slum
you were living in, and hopefully off that path of crime that
lead you to me."
"Considering the effort to get an engine hoist, part by part,
down that stair case. I seriously doubt that. So I am sure we
will be seeing each other again and very soon."
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"Coitus, I am bored."
"Yes, your ominous greatness. May I suggest a new toy for
your amusement and abuse?"
"Not another slut. I have abused hundreds of them. Thousands.
Bored I say and bored I mean!"
"I was thinking more along the lines of a super heroine this
time, my noble master."
"Hmmmm, I have heard of these so called, super heroines."
"I believe you may find them more... entertaining, mighty
master."
"Very well. Secure such a prize and I will see if she is
worthy of my attentions. But Coitus..."
"Yes, my dread lord?"
"If I do not find her 'entertaining' as you phrase it. I will
set you 'personally' to the task of my merriment."
"Ye-ye-yes, my master."
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Superior Woman walked down the hallway. She liked her new
costume. As usual it was waiting for her in a neat pile next
to a gym bag full of rather tasteless dull garments that
obviously belonged to her other self.
She wondered why her costume kept changing so much. True she
was still very inexperienced as a super heroine and not
really known by anyone yet. But still you would think that
all those messages she typed into that lap top in the dorm
room would have made it clear that she liked a bit more 'air'
for her girls and her buttocks. The leotard was far too
confining and the full bottom was far too constricting.
She did like the stiletto heeled thigh high boots. Sexy and
cool. And since she tended to float or fly rather than walk
she did not have to worry about the heels being awkward on
stairs or when she needed to move quickly over uneven ground.
She could fly quiet well now. She was getting much better
with practice. Though she still tended to smack into glass
buildings and windows and glass doors. It was hard to judge
if a place was open or enclosed by glass when you were
flying. People should think about that! They should put up
little notices; 'warning to birds and flying super heroines!
This is a glass wall! Not an open access point to this
building!'
Superior Woman nodded to herself, "I will put that in the lap
top along with all the other good ideas I have. I hope that
girl is making sure to pass those ideas on to the proper
authorities. As a super heroine I don't really have time for
such red tape lesser tasks."
Superior Woman was not flying now. She was walking. She liked
the way the thigh high boots felt when she walked in them.
The way the gripped and slipped up and down her strong slim
thighs.
She also liked the way the heels clicked upon the hallway
floor and made her huge tits jiggle. She liked it when her
tits jiggled and swayed. It made her feel tingling in her
groin and she liked that a lot.
But the leotard had to go. She hated it. The twenty-six year
old woman with the brain of a chimpanzee or horny teen
thirteen year old stopped in the hallway and looked at her
reflection in one of the hallways mirrored walls.
"Putting a leotard on this body is almost criminal! It's like
throwing a tarp over the statue of David!" She didn't know
much about art but she was very interested in all things
'nude'.
"I like that Ms. Americana bikini thing. Only not covering so
much. Maybe more like that Got Gal? All see through. Why does
that girl not listen to me! I even use capitulations and
exclamation points on all my suggestions!"
Superior Woman started back down the hallway clicking her
heels with each strut and throwing back her shoulders to
accent her huge chests jiggles. But keeping her reflection in
sight out of the corner of her eye.
"A cape would be nice. A really small cute one. Tinny but
evoking raw power! I wish my boobs were bigger."
The hallway was long and well lit by florescent lights and
the tile was made of fake marble.
"My butt seems about the right size. It is a bit haughty.
Sort of almost entirely round. Sticks up and out? I will put
in the idea about a cape when I get back to that dorm room. I
will use 'bold' as well as upper case and lots and lots of
exclamation points this time. That girl is so dense!"
The hallway ended at a reception desk.
Superior Woman jiggled up to the receptionist smiling
proudly, "I am Superior Woman and this is not really my
official costume. Oh! Is that candy!" Superior Woman began to
pick out pieces of candy from an open box of candy set next
to a vase of flowers and a card saying, 'happy birthday!'
"Ah, can I help you?" The receptionist glared at her and then
looked a bit surprised as Superior Woman kept shoving pieces
of candy into her mouth until chocolate and caramel dripped
down her chin.
Superior Woman nodded, "I know what you are thinking." With
her mouth stuffed it was a bit hard to understand her, but
ever since she had become a super heroine she was getting
used to talking with her mouth stuffed. "But don't worry.
Everything I eat goes straight to my tits! Making them bigger
and fuller and sexier!"
The receptionist blinked and then yanked the box of candy
away and placed it out of reach, "how lucky for you," she
deadpanned.
"Yeah, I only gain weight on my girls and it just makes them
fuller and firmer!" Superior Woman was licking her fingers
and chin now.
"Yes. Well I wish you and you're 'girls' joy with that. Now
can I help you with something or are you just trolling for
Johns?"
Superior Woman sucked deep on her fingers, pulling them out
of her mouth one at a time with loud popping noises. "I have
an informant that tells me this place is looking for super
heroines and paying them money. And I need a better looking
costume and maybe some more candy."
"Well, we did advertize in several newspapers and magazines
and television stations that we were looking for super
heroines who would allow us to run some basic tests on them
and yes, there is monetary compensation."
"And I get paid right?"
"Ah, yes you get paid for completing the tests, if you wait a
moment I will have one of the lab assistants escort you. We
have several offices and doctors here."
As the receptionist turned and picked up the phone Superior
Woman slipped out of her ugly leotard and dropped it on the
floor and unseen snatched up the box of candy and started
eating again as she quickly passed through the glass doors
and into the doctors offices and labs proper.
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"What do you think, my sinister sire?"
"Coitus, you fool! That naked blonde woman you have standing
there in the lab is my daughter!!!"
"A thousand pardons oh great one! But she answered our
advertisements for a super heroine! And after just a few
brief tests we know she possess and active Aphrodite gene!"
"An awakened gene? So, that is what my slut daughter had been
doing these past few weeks. She has used the transportation
devices to meld herself with an Earth woman in order to play
super heroine!"
"I shall have the Imperial Guard bring her back her at once-"
"No, no. That little fool wants to play a super heroine on
Earth then let her. It would look like I shall have my
'entertainment' after all Coitus!"
"But, but, she's the princess, my lord?"
"And who more worthy of my lustful punishments, than my royal
heir? That lazy air-head has been needing some forceful
correction for some time now. I have lax in my parental
duties as a father and Emperor. Have the Earth thralls put
her through her paces but then release her. We shall keep a
watchful eye on her and make sure that she gets the full
measure of those 'powers' of hers!"
"Her powers are not of such as to warrant the calling of
such; she can fly, more or less, and has increased healing
and endurance, and is very resilient to physical abuse and
stress, but her physical strength is only slightly enhanced,
and she is very susceptible to various chloroform and drugs
of that nature."
"Do not try and protect her, Coitus. I know of all those
evenings when you have snuck into her room and raped her in
her drugged sleep. Do not think I do not have spies in every
corner of my realm. She is mine! And she will be my amusement
for a time! Now, see to it!"
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"Wow, those were some weird tests. And I am not sure why
taking sperm samples of all those lab assistants with my
mouth had anything to do with my super heroine abilities? But
I surely have earned enough money now for a decent costume
and some more candy." Superior Woman walked naked down the
street through the started crowd and turned into an all year
Halloween costume store that was filled with all manner of
costumes and candy!
"I need candy. And a super heroine costume that is both
elegant and daring."
The clerk blinked at her and then scratching her head took
the wad of money being waved in front of her nose and
motioned the tall naked woman to the back of the store while
shooing a lone fat man eyeing a way too small silver age Blue
Beetle costume out the door before locking it and flipping
its 'open' sign to 'closed'.
"I have boots. I like the boots." Superior Woman reached for
a bag of candy and tore it open. She offered the open bag to
the clerk who gingerly took a piece only to meet the angry
super heroines eyes and then dropped it back into the bag and
giving an uneasy smile and a no thanks stutter.
Superior Woman smiled at the girl after she dropped the piece
back into the bag and she started to shuffle off wrappers
which she dropped to the floor and stuffed her mouth with
candy. "I was thinking a cape," she slurped past a wad of
chewy candy.
*************************************************************
The brunette girl was furious. Superior Woman had kept her
body far too long and made her miss two classes! Not only
that but she had filled the lap top with the usual almost
ineligible rants that was starting it irritate her as well as
dozens of internet gay porn movies. She had also somehow
managed to purchase a 'new' official costume.
This had sent a panic stricken teen to her hidden stash of
money and a scramble to her credit cards and bank account but
nothing had been touched. She had no idea how Superior Woman
had managed to 'buy' the costume or the piles of half eaten
candy bags and boxes that now littered the small shared dorm
room but at least her room mate welcomed the candy horde.
The 'costume' was scandalous. But at least 'she' did not have
to wear it. She was safe in her sweaters and knee length
skirts and tights and buster brown shoes.
Still she had to lug the costume around in her gym bag
everywhere she went as she never knew when she would happen
across a crime taking place or something suspicious
occurring. And she was worried about someone seeing it by
accident and the ideas about her that they might get.
It was something only a slut would wear and this had her
bitting her lower lip about what she had done to her life.
The costume consisted of the thigh high boots she had bought
herself but the rest of it was simply bizarre. A lot of small
thing straps and a few small almost decorative buckles and
not much else. It looked like a bondage harness made for a
six foot one elfin pixie.
That the straps were of a transparent plastic only made
things worse. There was a large 'SW' on a buckle but she
could not fathom where on the body it was worn?
There was also various handcuffs that presumedly were meant
for the use on captured criminals but these handcuffs are
what held the various straps together more so then the little
buckles so to remove a handcuff was to let some of the straps
fall away from whatever it was they were supposed to be
concealing?!
At least there was a cape. Though it did look small?
As she replaced the tinny pieces of the costume back into her
bag there was a loud knock at her dorm room door. Her
roommate was as much of a recluse as she was and other than
the floor supervisor doing an unscheduled inspection she
could not fathom who would be knocking at her door at ten
p.m. on a Sunday night?
She opened the door tired and still pissed to two short men
who stood there muttering to themselves. Only it wasn't two
short men muttering to themselves. It was a two headed man
who stopped muttering to himself and shot her with a
tranquilizer dart before she could even scream.
*************************************************************
Superior Woman woke up and was pissed to see she was not
wearing her brand new costume or even that the costume was in
the usual gym bag next to her or that- wait? Where the hell
was she?!
The tall blonde with the incredible rack stood up slowly and
looked about her. She was in a small room barren except for a
cot and a desk where a man sat in the only chair in the room,
an office chair which matched the desk and cot from the
1930's, reading a newspaper comic. He was having a hard go at
the comic as he had two heads and one of the heads was simply
not understanding the comic that was being read, re-read, and
then explained to him over an over again.
"But I don't get it. It's not funny."
"It's not suppose to be funny. It's Rex Morgan M.D."
"But they call newspaper comics the funnies. It should be
funny."
"Howabout I read you Doonsberry again?"
"That's even harder to understand than Rex Morgan."
"Okay, how about Family Circus?"
"I hate that comic. It's never funny and it's derivative and
pointless. I do not understand how it gets put up on the top
of the front page of every newspaper comic page in North
America?"
"That's because it's utterly bland and very racist and
homophobic. It is the only comic with no Afro-American people
or Native Americans or Hispanic or Jewish people or Catholics
or homosexuals or anyone of any race or religion or sexual
orientation other than White Christian castrated. And the
only thing that ever happens in the most inoffensive way (to
Caucasian Christian Castrated) is the same puerile shit day
after day which is supposed not to be dull or boring or
incredibly mundane despite the fact that it is all of that
and worse."
"Remember when she was going to change her hairstyle and they
made this huge thing about it for weeks and then they show it
and it looks exactly the same?"
"Howabout I read you Peanuts again?"
"The guys been dead for years. It's the same strips over and
over again. Why do that? Why not let some living comic
artists get in print. Say, read me Flash Gordon. I love that
one!"
"No, I can't read that one as were ripping it off right now
in this short story, dirty bastards that we are."
"Family Circus then, there's just no fighting the man."
Superior Woman looked at the two headed man and sighed. He
was one of her fathers cronies or creations. However you
thought of it. He made them and then he used them.
Her father was Wang the Wicked. He was a warlord of a small
enclave in the distant mountains of China ruled Tibet. He
used to be called Wang, just Wang, and worked in a sex shop
in Hong Kong selling knock off celebrity vibrators and
Japanese adult animated videos.
Then one day while delivering a huge order to a regular
customer off the back of his bike he found himself helping
that customer with his secret teleportation invention.
Soon Wang was a regular assistant to the old pervert
inventor. The teleportation device however did not work as a
device to a person from place to place, but Wang realised he
could use it to teleport a person into another persons body.
Sharing it. And in the process awakening the combined
creatures mutated powers such as almost super human strength
as well as making the pair immortal. Ageless.
Of course it did not always work out quiet right. The two
headed man was one such an example and there were numerous
monstrous mutated creations that filled her fathers dungeons.
But she had secretly used his stolen machine to match herself
seamless in to the brunette girl.
And now she was a super heroine and they would never age or
grow old. Of course she had wished she had picked a smarter
girl. Seriously, was she even reading those messages she was
leaving in the lap top! They needed that freezer for Dairy
Queen ice cream treats! That little storage crate thing that
just held a two litter of soda pop and maybe a package of
lunch meat was not a proper refrigerator let alone a freezer!
Geesh!
Superior Woman sighed. She ignored the two headed man who
pretend he was not hurt by this and hid both his heads as
best he could behind the daily newspaper funnies.
If he was here then her father knew what she had done. It
explained why she was in a small room somewhere with a two
headed freakshow reject and also why she was naked. Her
father demanded all his subjects be naked all the time. Since
mountains tend to be snow covered and cold this tended to
inhibit anyone's plans to escape his little mountain lair.
Her father had not gained his vast wealth and powerful
connections by using his stolen machines or his creatures but
by a winning lottery ticket. Such is the whim and weirdness
of fate.
Superior Woman headed to the only door in the room, it was
not locked, and went through it. The two headed man did not
immediately follow her and she worried about that almost as
much as the door being left unlocked.
The doorway lead into a hallway with many other doors. She
did not recognize the place but she recognized the decor. The
place was almost as gaudy as one of Donald Trump's hotels. It
definitely had that standard Trump look of being decorated by
a blind transvestite. Only then being run through a strange
panache filter of Eastern Gothic Fu Man Chu as well.
She was obviously back in her fathers house. His entire
holdings consisted of one large converted monastery half way
up a mountain as well as the mountain and the lake below it.
The place was of perpetual snow. And the only life forms
worth noting that were not of his construction were the wild
blue sheep that dotted the mountain and snow leopards who
preyed upon them.
His guards were made out a snow leopard and man hybrid and
frighting as they were to look at it was nothing compared to
their savagery when let off their proverbial leash by her
fathers will.
From the look of the almost destroyed bed and the cigarettes
in both the two headed man's hands, he had obviously fucked
the shit out of the little brunette girl until she had agreed
to use her word of power and summon Superior Woman. Knowing
the perverted two headed man he had probably kept fucking her
long after she was willing to summon her!
She felt kind of sorry for the brunette girl for the two
headed man also had two dicks and each was massive and huge
and could split open a family sized soup can once erect.
Well, enough of that for now. Superior Woman was here and the
girl would be all nice and fresh when she turned this body
back over to her. But of course she could not do that in this
place! Her fathers huge house full of its strange gardens and
twisted creatures were almost as perverted as he was! Even
having grown up here she had serious misgivings about what
punishment her father had laid in store for her.
The fact that he had put her in a place in his palace where
she had never been before did not bode well.
And that he had entrusted at least the 'interrogation' of the
young brunette girl to that two headed perverted lusting sex
starved monster was also not a very promising aspect.
If he had unleashed such a ravenous depraved sex fiend on a
powerless young teen girl then there was no telling what lay
in store for her; his disloyal daughter?!
Still she had super powers now and her father would be
surprised by that!
Each of the doors along the hallway opened upon a young girl
being sexually raped by monsters or machines or both. A
common sight for her growing up in her fathers house. He
collected up these teens from all over the world. Paying
great sums for their beauty and innocents and then watching
his depraved creations break them in mind and spirit until
they were nothing but constantly lusting whores who he then
made his personal guards/harem or sold for even greater sums
and often back to the fathers, brothers, husbands, lovers, he
had stolen them from or bought them from in the first place.
If there were any complaints about the insatiable sexual
perversions and nymphomania of their returned loved ones none
had been heard.
Maybe daddy was just happy to welcome his daughter home and
to his bed; night after night after night.
Anyway those sold back to their loved ones never seemed to
cause any repercussions amongst the police or politicians.
And in fact, some rather questionable men, paid Wang the
Wicked to 'school' their own daughters and wives. Wang found
this amusing and so the sole stated income of his 'realm'
upon the official China tax forms was from the Wang Boarding
School for Young Women.
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"Daughter thou hast belied me and made use of my properties!"
"Father Wang the Wicked. I am repentant and cast myself upon
your-"
"You are a whore! A spoiled slut! Who has ursuped my
authority by- what are you doing?!"
"Okay, that's it. Sorry father but I am tired of all those
nasty names you keep calling me."
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"Princess! You have torn off your imperial fathers head?!"
"Shut it, Coitus. Or you will get something of your own torn
off, eh? All right. I am now, er, Empress, I guess. And I
will be taken over this perverted pleasure palace for my new
super heroine base! Okay, everyone got that? Everyone is to
call me Superior Woman when I am looking like this and, ah,
whatever that brunette's name is when she is looking like not
me. Okay, now I am going to be needing a new costume. I am
thinking something Far Eastern but daring. Everyone can keep
their current jobs and pay scales but we should let those
girls in the sexual torture rooms go free at once!"
"But Empress Superior Woman, if we let those girls go we will
lose all of our revenue! We will be flat broke!"
"Oh, well then, better just keep things statuses quo for the
moment. But better keep the whole, 'boarding school' bit from
the brunette for now. So, where is my costume! I am itching
to do some super heroine-ing! Oh, and Coitus, it's been a
while so warm up the studs in the stable. I am most in need
of a 'ride' if you get my meaning?"
"Yes, most wicked one, at once!"
"Oh, and people. Remember the brunette thinks she summoned me
up from some occult ritual. She knows nothing of my fathers
machines. Let's keep it that way. We can use the one teleport
machine that my father got working that CAN teleport a person
from place to place. So I can still super heroine in Delta
City and I can keep the brunette there in her so called, dorm
room'. A room fit only for dwarves. I doubt she has seen any
more of this palace than that cot and those two subway
sandwich size dicks. I can tell her I rescued her from some
shack down by the Delta City docks in the lap top. Hmmm, and
potato chips. We need potato chips. Need to put that in the
lap top as well. Now hurry!"
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