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THE DELTA CITY MISFITS
"Are you sure about this?" The young blonde girl looked
meekly around her with her finger upon the lower lip of her
half open mouth.
"If you want to join the hottest sexiest most kick-ass super
powered teen team in Delta City? Then YES, I am sure. You
gotta pass the initiation." The girl with the coal black long
straight hair with blunt bangs crossed her arms under her
huge breasts.
"Actually, it is important," the even bustier red head added.
"Because how do they get us?!" The coal black hair girl
interrupted the red head. "By yanking down our tops and
bottoms when we are fighting them! And then we are all like,"
she grabbed her boobs through her T-shirt in a hand bra and
started exaggerating an embarrassed eking scream. "Then with
our hands tied up in keeping our modesty in tack; it's WHAM!
Chloroform sandwich time! That's how they get Ms. Americana,
Got Gal, Omega Woman, ALL of them! All the time!"
"Gosh! But then why don't we wear costumes that are
impossible to 'pull' down? Like one piece body suits?" The
young blonde asked naively.
"Because it's when they are going for the top yank or bottom
yank that a prepared super heroine can get the open blow in,"
the red head smiled and slammed her fist into the palm of her
hand.
"It's true," the blunt bang girl went on nodding her head
vigorously while jutting out her chin and closing her large
dark eyes. "They seek to pray upon our purity and innocence,
but if you can let your girls hang out there and breath for a
while in everyone's bulging lecherous sight. You can get a
knock out blow in, every time."
"We wear the skimpy outfits as super heroines as it gives us
a distraction edge over the lustful and horny perverts which
all men are; both in combat situations and in conversations
for information." The red head put her hands on her slender
waist above her firm proud hips.
"It's that distractive edge that gives us a chance against
them," the black haired girl wagged her finger in the blondes
face. "Because even with our super powers they are cheating
filthy pervs! They don't fight fair! And seriously! Is there
a vending machine dispensing all these canisters of
chloroform?! The stuff is like bubble gum to them!
They are constantly pulling it out of their pockets at the
drop of your panties!"
"It does seem unnaturally prevalent," the red head cupped a
forefinger around her small chin in thought.
"O-O-Okay," the young blonde stuttered and began to strip off
her clothes while the other two young girls took them and
folded them up in their arms, holding them for her. "I just
have to make it down to the end of the street corner naked
and then come back. Right?"
"Right! Sort of. You actually have to go all the way AROUND
the block and back here." The red head smiled at her and gave
her shaking shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"But DON'T run!" The black haired girl wagged her finger
again. "Trust me, with tits the size of ours, once they are
braless, running is a good way to give yourself a sore jaw or
a black eye!"
The blonde girl, blushing almost as red as the red heads hair
color, gave a meek nod and then walking at a rather fast clip
pace, slipped out of the alleyway and into the busy crowded
street. To the almost instant explosion of car horns, wolf
whistles, cat calls, and cheers.
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"Welcome to the super secret headquarters of The Misfits!"
The blunt bang raven haired girl smiled wide and bounced up
and down as she spun around with arms raised. "Isn't it
awesome?!"
The blonde still trying to stop hyperventilating from her
naked ordeal had to nod as the place WAS rather nice.
"We have our own Sugar Daddy so it's like birthdays and
Christmases all year long!" The black haired girl hopped
around the room which was filled with computers and posters
and racks and racks of clothes. Considering the outside of
the building was boarded over in rotting plywood and in a
condemned slum the inside was bright, clean, and high tech.
"It used to be a dinner way back when," the red head nodded
over at the re-furbished dinner counter with its red vinyl
chrome round bar swivel bar stools and the kitchen just
beyond.
"We got food, we got drinks, we got big screen TV and
satellite!" The black haired girl plucked up a TV remote and
started making explosion sounds with her mouth as she zapped
dozens of wall television screens on.
"We used to have Alexa out here, but she got so annoying all
the time with her turning stuff on and off when we were
talking, so I moved her in to the bathroom. Now whenever I am
on the toilet I say, 'Alexa!' And then I fart and it plays
Burger King commercials or the latest address by the
President."
"Ah, yeah, but I thought this was like a crime fighting base?
You know, a secret hideout for super heroines?" The blonde
looked around her with her finger in her mouth.
"It is! It is!" The black haired girl waved her hands with
fingers spread in front of her as she walked toward the
blonde girl. "We got not one, not two, but three! Secret
entrances and exits! To the streets and the sewers and subway
tunnels!"
"The truth is," the red head paused to give the black haired
girl a questioning look before proceeding. "We haven't really
done much crime fighting yet."
"We will though!" The black haired girl quickly added. "We
just have been real busy getting our gear and strategy
together and of course team together."
"Ah... yeah," the red head sighed.
The young blonde nodded.
"Which reminds me!" The black haired girl slapped her hands
together and shrieked. "We have to figure out your super
heroine costume! We all wear the same costume but getting the
too small too tight right size can be tricky!"
The red head and black haired girl grabbed the blondes wrists
and lead her to the racks of clothes.
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"Ah, and I am supposed to wear this in public?" The young
blonde was blushing through her freckles. She had blushed
more in the past few hours than she had in all her young life
combined.
"It is very, yank down worthy," the black haired girl stated
as mater of factually as she could.
"I-I don't really think they will HAVE to yank it down," the
young blonde demonstrated as she walked around in a circle.
Her jutting huge firm tits leapt about like hiccupping pogo
sticks.
In just a few strides her puffy areolas had slipped up past
the sunken lip of the over strained too small deep plunge
halter top and a few strides more her ever hard thumb thick
nipples wagged out to say 'hi' as well. "It sort of 'tops'
it's self?!"
"Perfect!" The red head and black haired girl shouted out in
unison.
"A shiny red halter top with attached full arm length sleeve
gloves and a pair of red g-string panties and some red thigh
high stiletto heeled boots! Honey! You are perfect!" The
black haired girl hummed and squealed.
"You just need a super heroine name," the red head tapped her
chin.
"And a mask. Got to have a mask. I mean, your going to get
topped out there so you don't want your parents to recognize
you. Trust me. Need the mask," the black haired girl began
dumping out arm loads of various sized of masks on to the
dinner counter.
"Say," the red head snapped her fingers. "Let's get into our
costumes and tell her our super heroine names! Maybe that
will get her in the mood and help her pick out one of her
own?!"
A few seconds latter the red head and black haired girl had
stripped naked and were busy at the make-up table, which sat
amongst the clothing racks, putting the finishing touches on
their super heroine outfits.
"There!" The transformed red head stood before the slightly
reassured blonde. "We all get this cool red hooded cloak too.
Got my thong bikini bottoms and thigh high boots and a one
piece halter top that connects to my arm length gloves. I got
a LOT of under-boobage going on here as you can see and
rocking a full moon backside with the thong. I am called, The
Red Falcon. Cool, huh?"
"Wow, wow! Check me out!" The black haired girl shot in front
of the red head in her identical red outfit. Yet somehow each
girl looked different in the identical costumes. There were
slight variations and flairs here and there like Catholic
School girl's do in their blouse, jacket, and pleated skirts,
to set themselves apart from everyone else. "I love these
halter tops because really they are little midriff showing
cut off miniature vinyl/latex band jackets. Got two snap
buttons in the front which pop easily and THAT is important.
The girls are going to get exposed, but the last thing you
want to be doing after a battle is dealing with a torn top
and doing a hand bra for four city blocks back to the base!
OH! I am called, The Red Hawk."
"So, our costumes are all mainly red in color and we use red
and bird names in our super heroine names?" The blonde
puzzled out loud.
"Well, we're the Misfits. Sort of a team thing." The red head
shrugged. "It's like a motif."
The blonde tried on some red eye masks and paused to tuck her
nipples back into her top. "It's a good thing we get to wear
hooded cloaks because really this top is little more than a
demi-cup bra with attached opera gloves all designed to look
like a little high collared band jacket."
"Oh, there is one more thing," the red head said behind the
blonde's back. "Before we go out on patrol it's always
important to stretch."
"And of course we need to stretch the muscle we will be using
most," the black haired girl added.
The blonde turned around confused and her eyes widened in
shock. For there stood both the red head and the black haired
girl still in costume but now each wearing a HUGE strap-on
dildo harness.
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"Commissioner Bordon, are the rumors true? Has Delta City
followed Gotham City's lead and formed it's own Suicide Squad
called, The Misfits?" The mob of reporters swarmed around the
commissioner bumping his arms and causing his umbrella to be
everywhere but between him and the pouring rain.
"Nonsense!" Then Bordon's thirty years of experience on the
force kicked in and he added, "no comment," as he slammed his
car door... on his umbrella.
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"Okay, looks like Bordon took a public bail on us," Red Hawk
angrily hit the remote button and killed the TV image.
"He probably hasn't been informed of the Mayor's plan yet. To
take Aphrodite awakened gene girls like us who have advanced
healing, agility, and a little above average strength, but no
real super powers, and put us on the streets to take care of
all the lower level criminals. The pervs and whack-o's that
the big name super heroines and the cops don't have time to
deal with." Red Falcon sighed.
"Can we stretch again," the blonde girl interjected.
"Seriously, you want to be called, 'Red Canary'?" Red Hawk
looked back at the blonde in mock disgust.
"What's wrong with Red Canary?" The blonde chimed back
airily.
"Canary's aren't red," Red Falcon added.
When they were in costume, as they were now, they tried to
only use their super heroine Misfit's name. Which wasn't too
hard as they didn't know each others real names.
"How about, Red Owl?" Red Hawk added.
"Owl's aren't red," the blonde muttered.
"Owl's live in barns and barns are red," Red Hawk reasoned
out loud.
"You sure about that?" Red Falcon frowned.
"Let's do the stretching bit again," the blonde inserted into
the pause in the conversation.
"It's always the quiet ones," Red Hawk sighed.
"You pop a girl's cherry and you can expect to deal with some
neediness." The blonde stated with a pout.
"That's true," Red Falcon nodded. "Okay, vibrators this
time?"
"VIBRATORS!" All three girl's shouted together and slapped a
group high-five.
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"What?! You're changing your code names again?! That's the
third time today!" The mayor slapped his bald head and rubbed
it. "Look! I don't care what you call yourselves. You are
collectively called, The Misfits', and that's that! Because
we copyrighted it! That's why!"
"Now," the Mayor, pinned his cell phone between his shoulder
and ear as he used his keyboard and mouse to click on his
computer screen a couple of times. "I have your first
mission. Seems there's been a recent rash of break-ins in the
slums down by the docks. Bordon's men are all tied up with
this string of high school girls disappearing. The capes are
doing, well, god knows. So it's up to you!"
"Because the poor are people too! That's why! Now get down
there and stop those thugs by any means necessary!" The Mayor
jabbed angrily at the cut off button on his cell phone and
then sighed, "I miss the old days with the hand set and
cradle receiver. You just really can't carry on a decent
conversation with people these days without being able to
slam the phone down when you disconnect."
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"Well, Misfits it's our first mission. And unless we want our
Sugar Daddy Mayor to cut us off we need to nail this one,"
the red head stated simply with her hands on her hips thus
pushing her red hooded cloak wide open revealing her nipple
and pussy slips.
They still had not come up with their super heroine names so
for now they were using, 'Red,' 'Blonde,' and 'Hey You.'
The girl with long black hair was NOT liking the, 'Hey You.'
"He might have given us a few more days to prepare-" the red
head began.
"And stretch," the blonde interjected.
"-if someone had not maxed out our credit cards at the mall
and on-line shopping," the red head finished.
"Hello! Those are not clothes and shoes and purses and
jewelry! They are DISGUISES for when we go undercover. Deep
undercover," the girl with long black hair nodded vigorously
while sucking in her lower pillow lip. Before letting her
upper body collapse with a big sigh when she saw no one was
buying it.
"Okay, Misfits. Remember, we are off the grid. We don't
exist. So no stopping for fan selfies," the red head gave the
blonde a warning finger wag. "It's in and out like a small
dick boy on his first and only date."
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"Yeah, hello police? There are three half naked girls dressed
up like Little Red Ridding Hood hanging out in my front yard.
Well, no they haven't done anything. But they haven't been
doing anything for over an hour now. I was kind of wondering
if you could send someone over and shoo them out of my yard.
Well, I'm in a wheel chair. Yes, I did. I opened my window
and yelled at them. But they all ducked down behind a bush
and just stayed there. I even tried throwing dried up bread
crumbs at them. Used up all the crumbs I saved up for my
weekly park visit for the ducks. No.
They just squatted there behind the bush saying, 'owe!'
Whenever a bread crust would hit them. Well, I used to pitch
for the Dodgers. They are too a baseball team! Now you
sending a car or what?! Thank you!"
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"Whew! That was close," the red head leaned her back against
the alleyway wall trying to catch her breath.
"I can't believe that bastard threw bread at us?! I got
crumbs in my cleavage?!" The long black haired girl snorted
angrily as she picked pieces of stale bread out of her tops
cleavage.
"Maybe, if we were going to wait for night to start our
investigations then we should have stayed in our secret base
until night instead of arriving here at 3 PM and then hiding
out until night?" The blonde pondered out loud.
"The busses don't run to this neighborhood at night," the red
head stated flatly.
"And yeah, about that. If we are supposed to be 'off' the
grid and all. Should we be taking a bus to the crime scene?"
The blonde pondered again.
"Seriously! What kind of messed up bastard throws bread at
you! My tits feel all crumbly now!" The girl with long black
hair fumed.
"I'm just glad we got out of there before the cops saw us."
The red head sighed. "Good job on seeing the cop cruiser pull
up, Hey You."
"Well, I had to pee and that bastard REALLY started winging
the bread when I pulled my g-string aside and let go with the
golden flow." The girl with long black hair began to wave her
arms about her in imitation of the man, "my petunias! My
petunias! Like no dog has ever pissed in his yard before."
"Still good eye, Hey You. We almost blew our mission there."
The red head peeked around the corner of the alleyway into
the quiet street.
"What now, Red?" The blonde girl asked.
"Well," the red head looked up at the sky. "It will be dark
soon and then we can really start to scout out the area and
check for clues. If we are lucky we may even catch the
robbers red handed."
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Night came with a kings tide flood of people returning from
work as it always did. Then a lesser tide ebb as people left
their houses to try and go somewhere nicer; the movies, a
park, a bar, anywhere at all, and then returned home to sleep
to do it all over again with the rising sun.
So it was almost mid-night before the streets emptied back
out and the creatures of the night came out.
Fortunately the Misfits had spent most of those hours waiting
at an old woman's apartment watching TV and eating cookies
and drinking lemonade. She had seen them, no doubt many had,
lackadaisically swinging on the rusty swings of the local
park waiting for dark, and had invited them inside for home
baked cookies. The old woman had a dog named, Elvis, and her
apartment was right next to the park. She had been walking
her dog when she happened upon the three girls. The dog had
run off. The Misfits had retrieved him. And their reward was
piles of cookies and soap operas and game shows until the old
woman's bed time. Which was right after the opening monologue
of The Tonight Show.
Many things were learned that day by the members of the
Misfits. First; they learned the Blonde girl was afraid of
dogs, even little yappy dogs the size of a cat. And she was
afraid of cats too.
Second; the girl with long black hair had to pee every two
hours like clockwork, whether she had drank anything or not.
And that if you gave her something to drink she would; as she
was always thirsty.
And third; the red headed girl was a real pig when it came to
freshly baked still warm from the oven cookies of any variety
and did not care in the slightest who knew it!
But now it was dark and nearing mid-night as the Misfits once
again took to the streets.
They were a bit loud in their excitement of retelling each
other the day they had just shared and trying to retell it in
the most funny revelations of insight they could think of to
make one another laugh.
So they were pretty giggly and winded from their laughter and
rushing conversations when the red head reminded them of
their mission and began to point out the address of the
thefts as they paused before each one.
They were apartment buildings and no one was sure what they
should do. Should they go inside the buildings? To do what?
Walk up to the apartment door of the person who was robbed
and knock on it? Introduce themselves and ask them about the
robbery? None of them seemed to think that made any sense.
After all, they had the information on what had been taken.
It had been food. In every, one of the four robberies that
had taken place in the past week; the owners had discovered
that all the food in their house had been stolen. Sometimes a
few magazines or books had been stolen as well.
The police had put it down to homeless vagrants and had made
a sweep of the area arresting a few to make it look good.
It was the blonde who suggested they ask the homeless people
about the thefts since they were the ones being accused.
It wasn't hard to find them. During the day they blended in
with their surroundings as they moved about but at night they
became temporary tribes clustered about anywhere they were
allowed to be and not be hassled.
The local tribe seemed to have found shelter in a weedy lot
not far from the park the girls had been swinging in just
hours before.
Seeing them at a distance caused the Misfits to pause and
launch into a somewhat nervous and heated conversation about
how to proceed.
The gist of this prolonged argument was that each girl agreed
that one of them should approach and engage the homeless men
in conversation while the other two stood back to offer back
up if something should go wrong. This agrement was met with
each girl adamant in their belief that she should not be the
girl who approached the homeless men but be one of the back
up girls.
This argument was met with a compromise that none of the
girls should be the girl who approached and engage the
homeless men in conversation and that the plan to do had been
utterly stupid.
With this conclusion the Misfits had turned to leave only to
find themselves face to face with a homeless man. This caused
the three girls to scream in startled surprise and the
homeless man to lurch back in equal momentary panic.
The homeless man was carrying two very large glass bottles of
wine which was the pooled together money of the tribe for a
celebration of another day survived and he almost dropped
them.
So when he recovered, the smile of kindness that had been on
his face, had been replaced by a somewhat angry scowl at the
three girl's almost causing him to have to return empty
handed back to the tribe.
Still, three young nearly naked girl with the faces of super
models and the bodies of Playboy bunnies, you couldn't stay
angry long and the man knew that he had startled them without
meaning to and they had invariably reciprocated in kind.
So, after a few pre-functional curses under his breath, he
gave them a wide berth and moved around them. The last thing
he wanted was trouble at night with the police.
And nothing said trouble like three nearly naked teen girls
walking the street at night.
The red head however saw an opportunity in the moment and
catching her shaky breath began to question the homeless man
about the robberies.
What followed was a somewhat comic situation where the
Misfits ended up chasing after the fleeing homeless man.
Chasing him all the way back to the four others in their
makeshift camp.
Here in the safety of numbers they did get a few rather tart
answers and a heavy unwelcome air that sent them soon on
their way.
"Well, that's the first time I have ever been asked to
'leave' a party," the girl with the long black hair spit out
her words with some indignation.
"Still, we finally got a lead, of sorts," the red head nodded
under her shiny red hooded cloak.
In only a few more minutes of walking the trio found
themselves standing in the shadows of a dilapidated apartment
building and looking across the street at an abandoned small
red brick school building.
"I can't believe they built a school out here," the girl with
the long black hair sneered.
"Well, they don't build slums. They build neighborhood's and
some of them become slums later on." The red head was
cautiously peering all about.
"There!" The blonde shot out an arm and pointed.
A young man had just walked around the corner of the lone
school building. He was smoking a cigarette and holding a
ball bat on his shoulder. There was a hand gun in a holster
under his jacket.
He paused for a moment under the only street light and tossed
his cigarette before passing back into the shadows again.
"Looks like the homeless geezers were right," the girl with
long black hair smiled. "But, all that means is some young
guys have staked out and claimed the condemned school
building and are guarding their new clubhouse. It doesn't
really link them in anyway to the local crimes." The long
haired black girl looked back at the other two in a confused
frown.
"That guy did not look like he was poor enough to be stealing
food out of peoples homes," the blonde added speaking to no
one in particular.
"Yeah, that jacket alone he was wearing goes for about eight
grand on Amazon," the girl with the long black hair noted.
"Well, maybe he stole that too." The red head looked around
some more leaning out of the shadows to do so, "it is
interesting that all the food thefts were in the immediate
area around this school building. It's right in the center of
the crimes. AND according to the homeless men all those
crimes started just as soon as this boys showed up and took
over the school house."
"Okay, so maybe these are our guys," the girl with long black
hair nodded. "So, now what? We sneak in or go in hammering?"
"We sneak in, but first we need a diversion. There's a twelve
foot high chain link fence surrounding the building.
Everything is boarded up and chained and paddle locked. Looks
like the new residents even added to the security by shoving
a dumpster full of rubble in front of the side door. If they
did that where we can see it then I am sure they took equal
precautions at all other points of access."
"Okay, looks like the front door is the only way in; right
past our guy with the ball bat and hand gun and directly
under the only working street light in the area." The girl
with long black hair sighed. "You said something about a
distraction?"
"One of us goes up to the lone guard and distracts him while
the other two sneak behind him and take him out." The red
head and the blonde stared hard at the girl with the long
black hair.
"What?! Why me?! Why do I have to be the 'distractor' in this
plan?" The girl with long black hair whined.
"Blonde is afraid of little yappie dogs and cats and is brand
new to the team," the red head spoke in a steady
authoritative voice, "you can't expect HER to face a guy with
a ball bat and gun on her first outing."
"Why don't you be the bait then?" The girl with the long
black hair pouted.
"Okay, I will. But tell me. Who do you really want to be the
one responsible for taking out this heavily armed young man
in a single blow. Me, or you? Because if he doesn't go down o
on that first hit we are all going to be shot full of holes."
The red head stared at the girl with long black hair and
waited for an answer.
"I vote for red," the blonde raised her hand.
The girl with long black hair rolled her eyes and sighed,
"fine but if I get killed you are going to be SO dead."
"Bunny bounce," the blonde clutched the girl with long black
hair's upper arm as she started to turn away and leave.
"What?!" The girl with long black hair frowned.
"You know," the blonde held her arms at her side and started
to rapidly raise and lower her body on the balls of her feet
in the stiletto heeled boots causing her tits to rapidly
jiggle up and bounce. "Bunny bounce as you walk up to him."
"She's right," the red head added and started to bunny bounce
her own tits. "There's only the one opening in the chain link
fence. And its right under the street light. You HAVE to keep
his full attention on you so we can sneak through there after
you have to work around behind him.
"Bunny bounce," the blonde said again.
The girl with the long black hair sighed and started to bunny
bounce her tits as well.
"Now, walk and do it," the blonde started walking around
while bunny bouncing her tits and the red head joined her as
well.
The girl with long black hair scoffed and then she began to
walk around bunny bouncing her tits. She was instantly
surprised by how hard it was to do.
"The design of the top helps," the blonde giggled. It was
true the band jacket halter top was made out of a very
stretchy material and it had a tendency to encourage tit
bounce rather than to prevent it as most bras do.
Still it took almost an hour for the girl with the long black
hair to successfully manage to master the art of the walking
bunny bounce.
To make her massive firm tits rapidly leap up and down on her
thin chest while making the effort appear effortless to point
of seeming to be utterly unaware of her breasts accented
jiggles.
The girl with long black hair left them and proceeded to the
street light and the rented hole in the chain link fence; her
shoulders thrown back, her arms at her side and hands almost
behind her hips, her chest thrown forward, her head high and
chin low, and pushing invisibly up on the balls of her feet
with each large stride. Her tits shimmying and leaping so
aggressively that they popped her nipples out just as she
approached the confused young man and came to a sultry
sneering stop.
When you are on guard duty the first thing you look for is
anything suspicious such as shadows in the dark or the sudden
lack of sounds of the insects or birds or strange scents that
appear out of nowhere on the wind or a young teenage girl
with an impossibly huge yo yo-ing rack who struts up to and
comes to a stop with a, 'I love to suck cock,' leer on her
super model face.
You have seen it in a thousand movies and TV shows. The girl
is a distraction. Someone is sneaking into the place you are
guarding or is about to attack you from behind. The oldest
trick in the book is NOT, 'hey, what's that behind you,' it's
a young hot sexy flirting girl either bent over across the
street wiggling her ass under the hood of her stalled car or
jiggling her tits under your chin.
You know it! You have seen it! You have rolled your eyes at
the utter stupidity of them putting it in the movie or book
you are just now enjoying! So implausible! So unbelievable!
And it's the oldest trick in the book because it works.
It takes a very, very experienced and very, very well trained
guard to not fall into that thirty second brain fart of
surreal confusion at seeing that girl come out of nowhere and
come strutting up to you.
If you dropped a bag full of money out of the thin air it
would not have such an impact of freezing the male mind for
those precious confused thirty seconds.
It isn't that your dick gets hard. It isn't that at some
undecipherable level you think you are about to have sex. No,
you just freeze for a half a minute and you say to yourself,
'wait, I got the power here, I am armed and dangerous, and
she's a naked helpless girl, let's see what this weird shit
is, before we unleash hell?'
And that sort of rush of singular reasoning thought was your
thirty second brain fart. You didn't feel like you had froze
up. You were thinking rationally after all and you weren't
suckered in by the thought of sex. But you were. And that is
why it works.
Men are programed to protect helpless women and even more so
when they feel attracted to them.
It takes one hell of a conditioned man to over ride that and
respond with a tactical set pattern of learned response. To
at the moment of seeing her bend and come through the chain
link fence to reach for the cellphone and hit the warning
button. That takes a well trained guard.
Thankfully, for the Misfits this was no such guard.
"Gesh! You think you hit him hard enough?" The girl with long
black hair was looking down at the unconscious guard along
with the red head and blonde.
"You know how hard it is to knock someone out?" The red head
was breathing heavy from nerves.
"No," the girl with long black hair whispered.
"Neither do I," the red head sighed. "Now, take his cell
phone and strip him naked."
The blonde and the girl with the long black hair who had
started to bend over toward the unconscious man recoiled
back.
"We need his clothes to tie him up. Unless, you want to use
you're clothes," the red head sighed. "And take his weapons
and toss them into the weeds over there."
"I am just saying," the girl with long black hair grunted as
she stripped the young man naked. "Was that I had him totally
whipped. I mean it was a like a snake charmer. His eyes were
glued to my tits. I could have asked him to knock himself
out. Look! Wood! See! Even knocked out his pecker is still
hard! I got mad titty skills!"
The red head and blonde couldn't help but giggle.
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The main door to the single red brick school building was
blocked by a fresh chain and paddle lock. The key turned out
to be in the tied up still unconscious guards jacket.
Inside the three story building there was no power to the
light switches but it was easy to see where to go.
Voices were a steady murmur on the ground floor coming from
only one direction which was also the only source of light.
The trio of teens made their way to the half opened door into
what must have been the gymnasium at one time. The basket
ball court floor had been cranked back to reveal an empty
swimming pool that had been underneath it.
The shallow end of the swimming pool had a chain link mesh
fence covering it and held firmly in place by large heavy
overturned book cases at the pools edge.
The deep section of the pool was left open. A small kerosene
generator powered a few mechanic stand lights and a couple of
laptop's sitting on a table.
There were three young men standing at the pool edge looking
down into the exposed deep end of the empty pool. One had a
camera and was filming something in the pool before him.
He was talking while the other boys smoked and drank beer and
snickered.
"Come on bitch! Fuck her hard with that strap-on! You want to
eat you had better put some hurt on it! That's it! That's
it!" The boy with the camera smiled and laughed.
From the empty swimming pool came the sounds of moans and
groans and a rhythmic fast slapping sound.
The red head had just learned at least how much force it took
to knock a man out from behind who was distracted by a firm
set of jiggling nipple popping teen tits. She now found out
how much force it took to shatter a jaw and bust out the
teeth of a depraved kidnapping piece of dog shit who was
video taping four naked teen girls he had imprisoned in an
empty swimming pool and forced to perform sex on one another
while he sold the images to various porn sites.
It really wasn't that much force at all.
Far less than she or the other Misfits chose to use.
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"Congratulations Misfits," the Mayor was beaming into his
cellphone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he
clicked away at keyboard and mouse at the files on his
computer. "You not only solved the thefts but you found the
four kidnapped missing girls which the police had failed to
locate. That's a job well done!"
"Ah. That's great Mayor," the red head's voice stuttered into
the Mayor's ear. "But I think we have been robbed. All our
stuff is gone from the secret base?!"
"Oh, that." The mayor growled. "I had to take the liberty of
sending some of the items you have been buying on your Misfit
credit cards back."
"I-I-I see."
"What's that infernal racket going on in the background?"
"Ah, well, Hey You, is sort of a bit heartbroken and crying
because all the stuff is gone."
"Well, you tell, Hey You, that the next time she drops forty
thousand dollars of tax payers money on a set of emerald
earrings I will put out a warrant for her sorry ass arrest!"
"Ah, yes sir. Understood, sir."
"Now. There's a recent string of cat burglaries in the little
China district. It's a bit rough there. But these are high
end thefts of some of the prominent locals. The police can't
seem to make heads or tails of what's what. And the super
heroines... well, god knows what they do with their time. I
am handing the case over to the Misfits. Now, remember, you
officially don't exist. Keep a low profile. Just handle it
like you did this last one. Real splendid job there."
"Yes. Thank you sir. We will get right on it. Ah, sir? About
the Dairy Queen charge account...."
"Oh, all right! I suppose you do deserve a little reward for
all your hard work. Fine. I will call up accounts and have
them re-establish the Dairy Queen charge account. But if you
try and buy one of their soft serve machines again for the
secret base I'll-" the Mayor pulled his ear away from the
receiver as muffled cheers broke out on the other end.
"Hello? Hello! They hung up. Well, at least they didn't slam
the receiver down into the cradle. I hate it when the
Governor does that."
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