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THE KNIGHT OWLS
"Ta-Da!" Ms. Americana pulled on the golden rope and the
large brocade tarp fell to the floor revealing a huge polymer
jar large enough to put a twenty-four row combine harvester
inside of it with room to spare for a herd of bovines as well
a goodly sized barn to store them all.
Omega Woman took a few steps forward and peered into the
sealed jar and frowned. "What is it?" She tapped the glass
with curiosity.
Ms. Americana quickly whipped out a laser printer printed
place card and placed it leaning against the huge jar. The
card said, "PLEASE DO NOT TAP ON THE GLASS." Under that in
smaller print it read, "THESE MEANS YOU! OMEGA WOMAN!"
Omega Woman read and recoiled from the laminated card and
sneered up into the rafters of the Ms. Americana Secret Base
while placing her hands on the sides of her hips in haughty
indignation.
Ms. Americana cleared her throat, "remember three months ago
when we were pulled into that pocket dimension?"
Lady Midnight, Omega Woman, Green Specter, Specter Girl, and
Flag Girl all exchanged quizzical looks and mumbled in
collective confusion as they muttered and scratched
themselves in various places; "Ah." "Er." "No." "Not really."
Ms. Americana squealed in glee and shot away from the group
gathered in front of the large sealed jar.
"Where on Earth would you get a canning jar that big," Lady
Midnight pondered out loud.
"I know, from years of experience, I should be running right
now. But I can't seem to move. As if I am frozen by fear
and... more fear," Flag Girl whispered.
Ms. Americana raced back in front of the group smiling
wildly.
"Too late," Green Specter muttered.
Ms. Americana was now wearing a smart looking lab coat and a
pair of eye glasses. She was still wearing her Ms. Americana
eye mask under her glasses and her Ms. Americana costume
gloves and boots but had, for some reason, removed her top
and bottoms of her costume.
Since the lab coat was only fastened at the waist with a
tight sash belt this left her naked tits flopping out of the
top of the garment while the splay upside down V-shape
opening of the lower half of the coat exposed her star-shaped
pubic hair crotch.
She was also wielding an extender lecture pointer which she
quickly flipped open and brought down with a whip like snap
across Omega Woman's hand who was once again tapping the side
of the glass jar.
Omega Woman yanked her hand away from the jar and winced as
she shook her struck hand as Ms. Americana cleared her throat
and began to speak.
"Three months ago we were all yanked into a pocket dimension
created by Doctor Pervo. The mad man had created an entire
planet populated with nothing but super heroines and super
monsters! To be his personal perverted playground!"
"I have no memory of that at all," Specter Girl muttered.
"Quiet!" Ms. Americana brought her pointer down on the top of
Specter Girl's head with a loud whack! "Less talking and more
listening!"
Specter Girl shouted, 'Owie!' while rubbing her head as Ms.
Americana continued speaking.
"I managed to defeat Doctor Pervo, of course. But the wily
villain managed to set off a self destruct sequence for the
entire pocket dimension. I just managed to get all the super
heroines into the major city of the planet and then using
Pervo's own shrink-ray; shrunk the city down to a size just
able to squeeze between my double GG-cups. Thus rescuing the
city and all of you and escaping back to our own dimension at
the last possible second!"
"Wow. There are SO many impossibilities in those statements
that even I can't begin to calculate them all; and that's
just the ones about you single handily doing any of those
things. I am not even going to try and address the whole
pocket dimension stuff." Omega Woman sighed as she hovered a
few inches off the floor of the Ms. Americana Secret Base and
crossed her arms under her mighty breasts.
Ms. Americana ignored her and continued, "it took me several
weeks to stabilized the pocket dimension city at the right
size but here it is; safe and sound!" She slapped her pointer
against the jar making a cracking sound.
Everyone winced at the sound of the glass cracking but Ms.
Americana continued talking after only a brief lower lip bite
and rubbing the glass rapidly with a gloved finger and
shrugging.
"NOW! Let me tell you something about the miniaturized city."
Ms. Americana reached into her deep lab coat pocket and
pulled out a laminated place card and set it next to the one
that said, "Do not tap on the glass." This new place card
read; " THE MINIATURIZED CITY OF MS. AMERICANA."
"Seriously, you named the city after yourself?" Green Specter
growled.
"Pervo gave everything dirty, perverted names!" Ms. Americana
howled. "You can't expect me to keep using chauvinist pig
filthy language that demeans and degrades female body parts!"
"So, what do they call their city in there?" Omega Woman was
now floating around the huge jar in a circle and eyeing the
brass screw on canning jar top.
"They call it Twin City." Ms. Americana gave Omega Woman a
sour look.
"Well, that's not exactly derogatory," Green Specter raised
an eyebrow.
"There are two huge mountains and there is a large city set
upon each peak. The cities are connected by many mile high
bridges. Thus, the citizens think of the two cities as one.
Sort of like Saint Paul and Minneapolis and other cities
separated by a river or gorge. Over time they just sort of
merged." Ms. Americana was pouting but suddenly slapped her
pointer against her naked thigh and with shoulders raised in
anger hissed at the super heroines. "If you would just save
ALL your questions until AFTER I have finished speaking you
will find I will have answered them ALL and then some and in
a way much more complete and sensical than your constant
interruptions can produce!"
"I'm pretty sure 'sensical' isn't a word," Lady Midnight
tugged at her lower ear lobe in thought.
Ms. Americana slapped her pointer hard across Flag Girl's
tits causing the surprised teen to squeal! "OUCH! Why did you
strike me?!"
"Because you were closer," Ms. Americana re-set her tiara on
her forehead where it had become slightly jarred out of
place. "Now, if we are all done being rude and speaking out
of turn." She shot them all stern looks and they rolled their
eyes in reply;
except Flag Girl who was bitting her lower pillow lip and
blushing behind her teary eyes hopping no one noticed how
turned on she had become with the sting of the titty slap.
"Good!" Ms. Americana smiled and continued; "Now. As I was
saying. I managed to shrink down both the mountains with
their interconnected cities and much of the valley between
them and several miles of forest and hills and plains. So
there is considerable land inside the jar."
"Now, Pervo created his pocket dimension world entirely
populated with women. No men. An amazonian oasis."
"Say, that's a good name. Amazonia!" Lady Midnight snapped
her fingers.
"Yeah. I like that," Omega Woman nodded as she floated around
the jar.
"Ditto!" Specter Girl gave a thumbs up.
Green Specter beamed, "gotta go with the group on this one."
"Anything is better than Ms. Americana City," Flag Girl
muttered still rubbing her hard nipples a bit more than
necessary.
Ms. Americana looked around her helplessly hemming and hawing
and then with an angry frown plucked up the laminated card
and pulling a marker out of her lab coats stretched breast
pocket buried under her exposed huge titty she wrote,
"AMAZONIA' after AMERICANA. So now the card read; "THE
MINIATURIZED CITY OF MS. AMERICANA: AMAZONIA!"
Ms. Americana put her marker away (by placing it between her
huge tits after a few failed attempts at trying to find her
breast pocket buried under her exposed melons) and shot Flag
Girl an angry look and whispered, "we will talk about your
little mutiny tonight during bondage practice!"
"Ah, you mean, escape practice, right?" Flag Girl whimpered
with a meek smile.
"There won't be any escapes tonight! Safety words off!" Ms.
Americana shot back and then cleared her throat and addressed
the room again.
"As I was saying: inside the jar I have created a balanced
ecosystem for the survivors of Pervo's pocket dimension.
Completely self contained and perpetual."
"Pervo had made an entire planet of only women. Populated by
super powered heroines and super powered villainess.
So, in this jar is two cities the size of Texas and
surrounding country side to keep them alive. Pervo created
his super heroine and super villain only world so that no one
ages or dies. Oh, and then he filled it with rape monsters
and plants."
"What's this?" Omega Woman floated down and was looking
through a sort of upside down periscope built into the side
of the huge jar.
"Oh for the love of the Goddess!" Ms. Americana tossed up her
hands and looked up into the rafters in agitated despair. "If
you would only just listen. I was about to get to that part-"
"Hey! It's some kind of microscope viewer! You can see all
the super heroines down there in Amazonia fighting all the
super villainesses and getting raped by mutant monsters!"
Omega Woman squealed and everyone crowded excitedly around
her to take a look.
Ms. Americana sighed and muttered, "fine." And left the group
only to return moments latter shed of her lab coat and
glasses and pointer and now wearing her complete costume
again.
She crossed her arms under her huge breasts and waited for
everyone to shove and push and get a look through the viewer.
"That IS rather cool," Specter Girl smiled at the viewer and
everyone nodded in agrement.
"Actually, that is nothing." Ms. Americana waved a hand at
another device set along side the giant canning jar. "This is
my shrink and growth module. It actually lets you shrink and
teleport into the city and then lets you return back here
grown back up to your regular size!"
"That's fantastic!" Green Specter shouted.
"It's certainly unbelievable on several levels," Omega Woman
rubbed her chin. "But isn't that just Pervo's ray gun and
what looks to be a bunch of garage sale left overs?"
"Bad guys can't copyright but super heroines can!" Ms.
Americana beamed and gave a strong nod.
"So, with this we can actually enter the city of Amazonia? A
city filled with thousands of super heroines and super
villainesses and er, well rape monsters and rape plants. Not
so sure about the excitement level of those last bits?" Lady
Midnight looked up from the periscope viewer.
"What's exciting is that Pervo's effect of non-aging is still
in place inside the jar," Ms. Americana smiled broadly.
"There is also a time distortion effect. While we can use the
viewer to watch things in our real time. Those that enter the
jar will have a time distortion effect when they leave it.
Thus a few weeks inside the jar is only a few hours of our
world's passing when they return."
"How is that even possible?" Omega Woman tossed up her hands
in utter disbelief.
"The real question is; who goes inside the jar first?" Ms.
Americana gave a salacious half smile and winked.
"Wait a minute," Lady Midnight frowned and put her hands on
the sides of her hips. "Are you telling me this has nothing
to do with my birthday today?!"
Everyone looked at her and then each other and then back at
her and blinked in unison.
"You did remember it was my birthday today, right? I mean,
when you contacted me and said you wanted me to meet you at
your Ms. Americana Secret Base and I saw everyone else here I
thought... never mind."
"Of course this is about your birthday!" Ms. Americana
stuttered and stumbled over and gave Lady Midnight a quick
hug. "And the present is you get to be the first person to
use my Ms. Americana City Teleport Size Thingy. Uh, still
working on the name."
"So, my surprise birthday party present is to be the guinea
pig for your new toy?" Lady Midnight gave Ms. Americana a
withering gaze under which the Queen of Justice wilted. "No
thanks. Guess, it's just take out and porn for me again
tonight." Lady Midnight turned on her heel and stomped out of
the base.
"Ah, well, that could have gone better." Omega Woman floated
back down to the floor looking after the disappeared Lady
Midnight.
"Ah, I'll make it up to her," Ms. Americana shrugged.
"Done!" Flag Girl chirped as she flashed her thumbs over her
cell phone touch screen. "I just sent her a striper-gram to
her apartment. And trust me, he is HUNG!"
Flag Girl looked up and everyone was staring at her in shock
or amusement and she blushed and cleared her throat and
whispered, "well, so Amazing Babe told me."
Specter Girl snickered at Flag Girl and made a throat
slashing motion as Ms. Americana angrily shook her head at
her sidekick and then sighed and spoke.
"So, what do you say, Omega Woman? Up for some miniature
golf?"
"No, way!" Omega Woman shook her head. "I am not about to put
my tits and ass into a physical impossibility...
intentionally! Besides, I have to hook up with Freebootie,
er, I mean Freebooter and help her run down some leads in
Mourning Side."
"You seem to spend a lot of time with that busty nympho of
late," Green Specter gave Omega Woman a wide smile.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Omega Woman took
to the air and jetted out of the Ms. Americana Secret Base.
"I wonder if its the shock baton swords of Freebooter or
those sonic pistols of hers?" Specter Girl pondered out loud.
"I have heard that if you shoot a round up your twat the
orgasm is rather intense."
"You've heard?!" Green Specter shot her sidekick an icy
stare.
It was now Flag Girl's turn to stick her tongue out at a
blushing cringing Specter Girl and drag her own finger across
her throat.
A squirming Specter Girl managed to stutter out a reply, "I-I
I heard it from Amazing Babe."
"Hmmm, too bad Amazing Babe isn't here," Ms. Americana
muttered as she rubbed her chin. "She sounds like she would
be the perfect lab rat." Ms. Americana sighed, "so you up for
the challenge Big Green?"
"Is it even remotely safe?" Green Specter looked with doubt
at the large Mason Jar and the machinery attached to it with
somewhat questionable looking duct tape and globes of glue.
"Of course its safe... ish." Ms. Americana was tugging and
pushing Green Specter and Specter Girl onto the teleport
platform which close up looked suspiciously like a shower
stall.
Before the Specter's could squeeze themselves out of the
stall Ms. Americana quickly handed the specters each an eye
mask and then she began to pump a bicycle air pump while she
had Flag Girl jump on a stationary bicycle where she began
racing madly in place. A bell went off and a light ding'ed
and Ms. Americana triumphantly threw a large brake lever and
water began to pour down from the shower head drenching the
two women just as they vanished to the sound of a toilet
flush.
"Wow. It worked." Ms. Americana put her hands on the sides of
her hips and grunted.
"You could have knocked me over with a feather," Flag Girl
got off the stationary bike panting.
"Alright then!" Ms. Americana raced off through the maze of
work stations and computers and then raced back with a large
bowl of pop corn and two large sodas. She kicked a foot
switch and two lazy-boy chairs popped up out of the floor and
then a large screen TV monitor lowered from the ceiling in
front of the large canning jar. "I have improved upon the
doctor's viewer. It's even in 3-D." She handed Flag Girl her
soda and 3-D viewer glasses and they both got cozy in their
reclining chair. Just as the screen popped and Green Specter
and Specter Girl came into focus.
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"UGH! We're soaked! That fat titted cow!" Green Specter shook
her hands and tits as water droplets flew in all directions.
"More than that! WE'RE NAKED!" Specter Girl howled and hand
bra-ed as she slammed her thighs together.
"Good Gasam! We are!" Green Specter sunk one arm deep into
her huge breast over her nipples while she rocketed her other
hand over her exposed hairy sex.
"More than that! Our masks are gone too!" Specter Girl wailed
as she dropped her hands from her breasts exposing her
nipples to put one hand over her trimmed twat and the other
hand over her eyes.
"Wait! We still have the masks that busty bimbo gave us!"
Green Specter gave up trying to hide her nipples and crotch
and used both hands to place the mask she had been holding
upon her face.
A somewhat shaking Specter Girl followed suit and placed her
own mask upon her own face.
The masks were purple and black and had curved up horn-like
points at the temples.
Green Specter looked around her at a bustling city full of
impossibly busty young women in super heroine costumes. "It's
like a cosplay convention... Or Mr. X's bedroom on a Friday
night."
While Green Specter had more or less given up on hiding her
nipples and only leaving one hand over the front of her
groin;
Specter Girl was still desperately trying to cover up both
her nipples and her crotch while walking with her thighs
pressed firmly together all while scrunching up her body by
pressing her breasts to her knees.
And so the pair made an ungainly crab-walk down the busy
street drawing stairs and laughter from the crowds of busy
women whom would leap into the air and fly away or race away
with a flash of blinding speed or just gawk at the pair and
whisper and laugh some more.
"Hi! I'm Kammy Kazam!" Welcome to Twin City!" An overly busty
young girl in a bright yellow leotard and gold boots and
gloves came up to the Specters greeting them with a huge
perfect teeth grin under her gold eye mask.
"I run that shop right there!" She thrust a thumb over her
shoulder at a cozy but clean little shop. "Ms. Americana set
me up here next to the teleport pad to welcome and help new
arrivals."
"Ms. Americana?" Green Specter frowned.
"Yep! She's my partner! And I can tell from those masks that
you are part of the Knight Owls! So cool!"
"Knight Owls?" Green Specter was getting a bit conscious of
the stares and grins of the small crowd gather around them
and now she was hand bra-ing and squeezing her thighs
together like her naked sidekick.
"Yep! The Knight Owls come from another plane of existence
like Ms. Americana and they come to lend a hand now and then.
They got super powers just like us. Well, sort of?" Kammy
scratched her head.
"What do you mean; sort of powers," Green Specter asked as
she gave a few nervous nods at the super heroines gathering
around her.
"Do you have clothes," Specter Girl interrupted; her voice
half muffled from her face looking up from between her
shaking knees.
"Of course I got clothes!" Kammy smiled a huge grin. "That's
why I am right next to the teleport thing-y. Clothes from the
other world don't teleport. They get left behind. Those masks
of course were made in this world and we sent them to Ms.
Americana's world. That's why you can wear them here or there
for that matter."
"Wait. What? Why didn't you send the entire costumes then?"
Green Specter snarled.
"Oh. We can't do that. How would we make any money if we gave
everything away. Ms. Americana is quiet the business woman.
She has this set up so we all can make some money."
"Wait. What?! You mean we need money to get the rest of our
costumes?!" Green Specter howled as she followed Kammy off
the busy street and into her thankfully patron free shop.
"Well, of course. Ms. Americana set all that up. Before we
never had any money. But now we have a free market economy.
Ms. Americana told us that is what we needed. She invests in
all our shops. Especially the new Dairy Queens which she
exclusively owns. All of them."
Specter Girl still bent over trying to hide all her nakedness
started to whine and cry.
"So, wait a minute," Green Specter went around to the shop
windows drawing the blinds against the women pressed against
the glass peering in at them. "We need money to buy our
costumes?"
"Well, you need Super Heroine Credits. To be more exact."
Kammy tapped her high cheek bone super model face and looked
up with her large eyes as she spoke. "You earn credits by
performing super heroine feats or by working in shops like I
do. I'm just a level one summoner. I can only summon pink
cats and the occasional blue dove. Not really ready to go out
and fight crime. But I am taking night courses. So, any day
now!" She smacked her right gloved hand into the palm of her
left gloved hand.
"Yes. I see. But we're naked. So we can't really go out and
about and earn any credits to buy our cloths now can we?"
Green Specter gave her best winning smile.
"Sure, that's why I am here!" Kammy giggled. "Ms. Americana
said there would be super heroines and maybe non-super
heroines coming to this world and they would arrive of course
naked and with out credits. So, she set me up here so you
could get the stuff you need. Then you can do some work and
pay me back and once I'm paid back you can leave and return
to your own world!"
"Huh, okay. I can see where this is going." Green Specter
sighed. "So, you are going to let us have the rest of our
costume but we then have to pay you back before we can leave
the jar."
"Don't know anything about a jar? But yeah, that is how Ms.
Americana set it all up.
Before she saved our city and sent stuff and help us adjust
to all the weird changes that happened after the Pervo
cataclysm we would have just gave you what you wanted. We
didn't have 'currency' back then. No jobs really either. We
just fought crime."
"Lucky us that Ms. Americana set up this money racket of hers
then," Green Specter sneered. "So, wait a minute. If you
never worked who DID the work then?"
"Oh, the robots. They still do most of the farming and
manufacturing and stuff. But Ms. Americana turned most of
them into the new Super Heroine Credit Force. They go around
with these, well, huge things between their legs that they
use on all us super heroines caught not following the new
credit laws."
"You mean they rape you?!" Green Specter recoiled in shock.
"Yeah, just like those plants and mutiods. But they only do
it to you if you violate one of the Super Heroine Credit
Laws." Kammy smiled. "And no one is dumb enough to do that!
Well, more than once. On purpose, you know."
"And what pray tell are those laws?" Green Specter folded her
arms under her huge naked tits.
"Well, first law is of course, that you can't go around buck
naked in the city. And another is you can't barter or use any
kind of exchange for items or services other than the Super
Heroine Credits."
"So, you can't just give me the rest of my costume. I have to
pay for it, and since I can't pay for it, I have to use debt
to pay for it, and then earn the Super Heroine Credits by
performing Super Heroine acts or working at jobs. And I can't
leave until I then pay off those debts. And I am guessing
there is a FEE for using the teleport to return to my world"
Green Specter pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Meanwhile I'm naked and that's a crime that will get my sexy
ass literally nailed by robots with huge dildo dicks if I get
caught."
"Yeah, but after they nail you, you get twenty-four hours
before your nakedness is considered a new violation and they
nail you again." Kammy smiled.
"And how much is our costumes?" Green Specter's voice was
almost a whisper as she stared off into space.
"Well, the Knight Owl costumes are very special. Each Knight
Owl is unique. Your mask tells me you are the Green Specter
Knight Owl. So, here is your costume."
"OH-MY-GWAD... That is the smallest costume I have ever
seen," Specter Girl wide eyed spoke in a deadpan voice.
"Ha! You should see yours!" Kammy smiled excitedly.
"So, I can't walk around naked but if I put some spaghetti
straps over my nipples and crotch and walk around naked that
is some how okay?" Green Specter held up the strings in front
of her blushing face.
"These are licensed super heroine costumes. The robot
enforcers won't bother you as long as you have them on."
Kammy seemed a bit taken back that Green Specter was not as
excited about the costume as she was.
"And who exactly is responsible for all licencing of
costumes?" Green Specter held the strings up to her breasts
and noted there was no way it was going to cover anything.
"Why, Ms. Americana of course," Kammy seemed confused about
these questions.
"I thought as much," Green Specter put the costume down on
the counter and looked Kammy right in the eyes. "And how much
dose this bit of string cost me?"
"That exceptional uniform costs twenty thousand credits."
Kammy smiled.
"And the gadget belt and boots and gloves," Green Specter
smiled coldly.
"Well, the belt, empty, without the gadget items for it is
another twenty thousand and the gloves and belt are two
thousand each. And that would be each as not in a pair."
Kammy stopped to brush some imaginary lint off the front of
her over stretched leotard. These Knight Owls were a very
curious lot.
"And your own costume? How much did that set you back?" Green
Specter was pushing the strings around on the counter top
with the tip of her index finger.
"Oh, it's nothing special. But it is licensed to me alone.
Cost me about twenty credits." Kammy nodded.
"And how much do you earn working in this shop?" Green
Specter was now leaning one elbow on the counter top as she
continued to play with the strings that made up her costume.
"I make what I sell. Minus a fifty-fifty cut with Ms.
Americana of course. Her money goes into her own Super
Heroine credit account." Kammy frowned openly now at the
strange visitors.
"Well, how much does that leotard there on the wall sell
for?" Green Specter raised her eyes from the strings and
nodded at the super heroine costumes on the wall.
"Do you mean this one?" Kammy pointed at one of the outfits.
"That one costs forty credits. It licensed to the super
villainess Torch. It costs sixty credits with the flame jet
nipple pasties."
"So, you sell to both heroines and villainess?" Green Specter
purred.
"Of course! You wouldn't believe how much damage a battle
does to an outfit. Everyone has to replace their costumes
almost daily!" Kammy was beginning to find the new comers
rude if not insane.
"And how much is your overhead? How much does the costumes
and rent of your shop costs?" Green Specter ignored Kammy's
miffed stare.
"What? I don't understand the costumes are made by robots.
They don't cost me anything. And I work in this shop. No one
owns it?!" Kammy pressed a button on her counter top and the
shop door opened and four robots entered with shock tazers
hands and milker tentacles wavering in the air and huge
vibrating pulsing dildos thrumming between their legs that
began to spin with whining drilling noises.
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Back in the Ms. Americana Secret Base Ms. Americana and Flag
Girl were laughing eustatic, so much so that soda pop and pop
corn were flying out of their mouths and noses. Up on the
huge screen they watched the Specters race about the city
streets basically naked trying to rescue kittens from trees
and stop super bad girls in their giant robots stomping
through the city and mostly have their top and bottom straps
snap and end up getting robot fucked for the umpteenth time
by some of the largest vibrating dildos Flag Girl had ever
seen. And this is Flag Girl we are talking about here!
"Ahh, that's priceless." Flag Girl wiped a tear from her eye
and sighed. "So, you set up this whole credit trap crap. How
long is it going to take the jolly green giant tits to make
it back to our world?"
"Well," snickered Ms. Americana. "I worked it out so it will
take them about ten ageless years in there to pay off their
costume and costume repair debt and teleport fee to get back
to our world. Which would have them back here about next
Tuesday. Not a day older but hopefully a bit wiser. And
failing that a lot looser!"
"You do realize they are going to want payback for this stunt
of yours?" Flag Girl gave her mentor a stern gaze.
"Payback shmayback. If those two walking milk jugs can figure
out how to sit on a bar stool after having their pussys
stretched for ten years by huge robot dildo rapes without
smacking their asses on the floor. I will be completely
surprised." Ms. Americana threw back her head and laughed.
"Well, I hope you know what you're doing." Flag Girl sighed
and stretched in her easy chair.
"OH!" Ms. Americana leapt to her feet. "I almost forgot! I
need to get hold of the Alpha's! Have them come over, say,
Wednesday? You think the Specters were fun to watch! Wait
until you see those mega titted red heads run through my
maze! Those two might never get out!" Ms. Americana howled
with laughter and Flag Girl only shook her head and was glad
that she might just have gotten out of a night of bondage
discipline but wondered what reprisals from the Specters
might be lying in wait ahead?
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