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THE LEGION OF DAMES
Elsa turned away from the large shimmering glass oval portal
window that made up one of the observation eyes of the
submerged Hall of Dames and faced the restless women seated
at a long ebony oblong table slightly below her, "I brought
you here because we all share the same crippling flaw that
alone we can not master or overcome but together we will
indeed triumph over and succeed. And that flaw is the so
called super heroines of Delta City. At every pinnacle moment
these gutter slut hussies and harlots have appeared and
blocked us from achieving our grand desires. But no more. For
there are three aspects to this flaw of our perfect gem
selves which together we will forever mend."
Elsa walked down the short flight of stairs and up to the
table where the women sat brooding and continued talking.
"First. Men! All our glorious plans have always been
destroyed because we have repeatedly relied on the help of
incompetent men! Either as partners or lovers or henchmen.
And always they have let us down and failed to match our
worth and needs. Well, there are no men here!"
"Second. They have secret bases and endless gadgets to foil
our plans. Well, we have two eye portals and a really nice
table (rented! Make sure you use the coasters I have
provided!) And some second hand rented office chairs and a
coffee maker (which we own!) and a microwave with a door that
sticks. Housed in an over turned sunken derelict oil tanker
in Delta City harbor. BUT! We will soon pull our first job
and a portion of the spoils will go to adding to our Hall of
Dames! As well as a nice 401K and a not too shabby health
care plan of which I will be handing out some pamphlets
covering its details after my speech."
"Third. For all our powers individually we simply can not
match the combined might of the super sluts. Only by
combining ourselves into a Legion of Dames can we match their
combined might and destroy them utterly!"
"To that end. I, Elsa, your leader. Have sought out and
brought here to form, our secret sisterhood of the shadows,
the greatest female felons of the crime world! And here you
are!"
"And in no particular order; Esha! The ultimate second story
burglar and double agent whose skin can not be detected by
any electronic device! Which explains why she pulls each
heist naked! And you thought she was just an exhibitionist
pervert! No! Her skills will be most worthy!"
"Dragon Queen! The Mutiod Mistress! Her monstrous minions
will be most useful! Not only as guards, but we will never
have to do dishes again!" Elsa pointed over to a sink full of
unwashed dishes and coffee mugs to oh's and ah's and a round
of light applause.
"Panthris! Super powerful, with cat like reflexes, and
agility, and with no men on board, we are going to need that
foot long schlong of hers!"
"Mantra! Don't let her purple hooded cloak and mysterious
somber nature fool you! She is not an existentialism coffee
house waitress! Look at her floating there in a full lotus
position! How dose she manage to get her feet up on her
thighs like that! I can't do that! Can you! She will be most
useful!"
"And last but very beast. Kloven! Look at her! So much
strength! So much muscle! She has cloven hooves for feet that
sear the very metal of this Hall of Dames! She has horns! She
emits so much heat from her eight foot tall body that she can
not even sit down in one of the rented office chairs! It
would melt! She could cook a chicken in under five minutes
with her flame attacks! We won't even have to replace the
sticky door microwave! Think of the money we will save on our
electric bill this winter! She will be most useful."
"That is our legion... so far. As we pull jobs and build up
our lair and get a nice bank account going we can add more
super villainesses. Think of the fun we will have inventing
initiations for them! Ha ha ha ha! Ahhhhhhh. Questions?"
Esha raised her hand, "eh, that bit of no men. I mean, yeah
Panthris and all. But can we like bring guys back to the Hall
or what?"
"NO! No men means no men!" Elsa pounded her fist on the ebony
table after first moving a coaster in front of her to keep
from damaging the table while sweeping her other arm in a
vicious horizontal slash of absolute authority in case
pounding a coaster made her point seem a little weak.
The room quickly filled with grumbling and bitchy moans and
whispers as the women crossed their arms and tisk-tisked.
"Alright. Proceeds from our first job will go to not only
building each of us our privet cabin and bunks but will also
go to providing each privet cabin with a Mach 3 Leso-dildo
floor-sex-saddle. The latest in ultimate self stimulation for
women. A super powerful masturbation device that looks like
an oversized lunch box/saddle that sits upon the floor, It
has numerous vibration points and dildo attachments. Very
sheik and very tech.
Wade Industries makes it, The Wade Whopper, with a life time
or thirty million orgasm guarantee which ever cums first. I
have pamphlets for after the meeting. Okay?"
The women around the table looked at each other and nodded
and buzzed in muted positive comments.
"Any more questions? Good! Now our first job will be very
simple. We -"
"We destroy all the super heroines and take over Delta City!"
Panthris screamed and slammed her fist down on the table.
"Use a coaster!" Elsa screamed pointing at Panthris fist
where it still sat clenched upon the rented ebony table.
Esha handed Panthris a coaster which she took looking a bit
miffed and chagrined and placed it meekly under her fist.
"No." Elsa continued. "We do not seek out the so called
protectors of the city. Those heinous horny heroines. Those
warrior whores. Those - well, anyway, we pull the job first
and as low key as possible. We need the money first and
foremost and not an engagement with the local bikini bimbos.
That will come latter."
Elsa looked over the scowls and petulant faces before her and
sighed. "Look we have a contractor coming over on Tuesday and
we need a down payment of ten million if we don't want to
lose the sunken oil freighter salvage rights AND miss the
window of opportunity for work to begin by the end of next
week." Elsa waved her arm and pounded the coaster in front of
her again. "Pervo has a new super secret downtown lab
starting in May! Not to mention that whole weird ass space
lab that Armageddon is six years behind in orbit around the
moon tying up so many workers! And you all know that Captain
KO is redoing his ranch style house in the suburbs and
putting in a swimming pool. If we want ANY work done on the
Hall of Dames THIS YEAR then we need to act fast and get that
ten million in cash ready by Tuesday. Okay?"
Sighs and slow nods around the table.
"Alright then. Now we need to plan this carefully. I have
several color swath books. Pass them around. Now, I was
thinking basic black for the main control room here but
chintz curtains in the formal bath."
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Panthris used her cat-like agility and steel claws to take
out the two armed and armored guards of the armored truck in
seconds.
Kloven tossed the guards into a trash bin and concentrating
carefully so as not to produce too much heat from her nearly
naked body the eight foot tall muscular woman climbed into
the back of the armored car as Panthris put on the uniform of
one of the armored guards she had stripped before giving the
nod to Kloven to stash them away into the trash bin.
The armor car had just made its last stop dropping off money
to a strip mall and was now entirely empty of any cash. They
had just called in their completed round when Panthris had
taken them out in a few lightning fast moves.
As soon as Kloven had closed the back door of the empty
armored car and Panthris had snugged her guard cap down on
her forehead; Panthris turned up the air-conditioning and put
the van into gear and zoomed off.
As this was happening Esha was across town on the roof of the
adjacent building to the Delta City Main Bank and Depository.
She was slipping out of her zippered jump suit and boots.
Under these she wore nothing. Slipping a small belt with a
few small pouches around the waist of her otherwise naked
body she attached a grappling line to the edge of the
building and slid down the top of the sky walk building that
connected the building she had just stripped her clothes off
on and the Bank building. She quickly jogged across the top
of the skywalk gingerly mindful of the wind sheer of being
fifteen stories above the streets of Delta City.
At the bank side of the skywalk she leapt up and caught the
lip of the window sill of an empty bank office and pulled
herself up to stand on tip toe and spread eagle on a three
inch ledge. She then opened one of her belt pouches and
produced a small device and began to cut through the glass
window of the empty office in the bank building. In less than
a minute she was clambering inside of the small round hole
she had cut out of the multilayered glass and into the office
its self.
Here, she fitted a small slip-on device over her right hand.
It had a transparent band that went over the back of her hand
and a series of transparent gears and prongs that fit in the
palm of her hand. She also slipped a see-through plastic ear
bud into her right ear which also contained a tiny
microphone.
Then she discarded the belt and its pouches and walked up to
the door of the office. She placed the palm of her hand on
the door handle lock and twisted her hand back and forth
until she heard the lock click.
Then she slowly opened the door and peeked into the hallway
beyond.
It was empty but had no less than four security cameras in
it. She smirked and brazenly walked out naked into the
hallway while whispering into her earbud/mic, "I'm in."
At the same time that Panthris and Kloven were driving the
armored car back to the Bank and Ehsa was walking naked and
unseen around its upper camera riddled hallways. Elsa,
wearing a too tight and sheer sun dress was sitting, braless
and pantyless, in the small coffee shop patio that sat on the
edge of the large plaza and fountain directly across from the
huge hulking bank building.
Elsa was typing on her lap top and listening to her earbud
and chatting in to her earbud microphone as she smiled and
flirted with the horny old men and waiters around her. She
was all smiles and winks and nipples and bush and business.
"Esha is in and moving to position. It is Presidents Day. So
all the bank employees, hourly and salary, have it off, but
the rest of the world is working so they have to run the
armored car shipments with a skeletal staff. Panthris and
Kloven are en route. Mantra, are you in position?" Elsa
whispered as she wasted a wink at the man at the table across
from her who simply could not tare his eyes off her large
puffy areolas and thumb thick nipples that were so visible
under her sun dress that was so sheer that she might as well
have been naked.
In the storm drains under the bank Mantra floated in a full
lotus position and nodded. As Mantra did not choose to speak
often if ever, Elsa had taken the liberty of putting a small
motion detection device in her earbud/microphone, so her nod
registered upon Elsa's laptop as a beeping 'yes'.
"Good." Elsa looked up at the sky over the plaza. Winter was
not quiet over and spring not quiet established. The sky was
a thin bleached blue and the sun felt weak and distant. Elsa
liked the feel of the cool air and the shadows of the caffè
patio which bit at her nipples and made them swell up even
harder. Her pokies felt like they would pop right through her
thin yellow dresses taught fabric, as she was sure all the
tented pants around her wished would happen. She smiled and
adjusted her three hundred dollar classic movie star Rayban's
and whispered into her earbud mic, "Okay, Dragon Queen.
Distraction time."
Over three miles of sprawling Delta City blocks away Dragon
Queen dressed in pink rimmed Rayban's of her own and a head
scarf and red rolled up sleeves white buttoned shirt and
tight blue jeans with legs ending at her upper calves stepped
out of a parked taxi swinging her large purse.
She walked briskly across the street and tossed her hand bag
over the railing into a large fountain. The bag splashed into
the fountain's water base and then gurgled and sunk.
Dragon Queen reversed her steps and returned to her taxi
where the driver, a large gelatinous green squid, reached
back and opened the back door for her while tipping its cabby
hat.
Dragon Queen slid into the back seat next to her two headed
tiger and gave it an air kiss and rubbed it under the chin
before barking out to the driver, "The laundry mat. That damn
Hall of Dames smells like a fish cannery!"
The armored car swung up to the back gate of the Banks
security parking garage and docks. Panthris swiped her stolen
badge through the automated barrier and punched in the pin
code; thankfully learned hours earlier by Mantra in her
mental projection form by simply hovering over the same
identical gate and watching the armored car and driver leave
this morning.
The barrier went up and Panthris drove the van down into the
parking garage to the sealed security gate. "Bit tougher this
one," Panthris thought as the van squealed to a stop. The
heavy duty disk brakes whining to bring its tons of plated
weight to a halt on the incline.
A lone security guard left his control booth and made his way
to her drivers side door while checking his electronic
tablet.
The man looked up from his tablet as he reached the open
window of her van door and stopped confused. He stared at her
and his mouth fell open for a puzzled second.
"I guess, even with the hat. A six one, slender, forty four
inch bust double DD cup, twenty-seven year old African
American woman, does not look much like a fifty-seven year
old, pot bellied, bald, Caucasian male." Panthris smirked and
winked as her tail shot out of the window and wrapped its
self around the man's neck. She took the tablet from him and
began typing on it with her metal claws as the man's neck
bones cracked and broke.
The floor to ceiling heavy re-enforced gate slowly opened and
Panthris tossed the man and the laptop aside and drove
through the gate as it automatically closed behind them.
"We're in."
Across from the front of the huge bank building and its
massive palazzo and fountain, Elsa smiled. "Good." She then
ordered a second croissant with an extra pat of butter.
After all she would be working off those calories latter with
Panthris, who was being such a very, very, good pussy and
needed to be 'personally' rewarded.
At the fountain three sprawling miles of city blocks away in
front of the towering Wade complex of buildings the water
hissed and bubbled and began to foam up into a pink jelly
slime.
The slime turned into tentacles and soon the crowded street
corner at which the fountain sat was filled with women's
screams, men's shouts, and the screech of tires and sirens.
On Elsa's laptop a live feed news line began to stop its
stock market projection reports and start spewing raw images
and reports from cell phones. When a few minutes later the
actual news crew arrived the tall busty blonde clicked on the
smaller image and tiled it to her wallpaper as she continued
to monitor other images over it.
"Distraction achieved." Elsa smirked. "Police and fire
department on site and super heroine sluts no doubt on their
way. Commence with operation 'Money Bags!'"
In the upper offices Esha opened the Bank Presidents office
and stepped to his desk accessing his internal security
computer. The entire upper floors were empty due to the bank
and federal government only holiday and she had met no one
but automated security devices which could not detect her due
to her Aphrodite gene ability.
She quickly key typed bringing up the phone logs without
having to deal with the high security clearance password
protected main system. There it was; all American bosses
treat their employees like shit. The slave based culture of
the civil war, all those strata based attitudes, never went
away.
"You would never be able to do this in Europe or anywhere
else in the world. But, yep, there it is. His 'personal
assistants' password and code. The head guy always thinks
he's so important. Got to protect all of HIS info but when it
comes to his staff he keeps their secrets right out in the
open where he can access them easy if they call in sick.
Can't be bothered with learning an over-ride or learning
their passwords. Nope just tooooo busy. Tooooo important for
that. Well, wonder if his busy time was worth a ten million
dollar cash withdrawal?"
Esha walked out of the large opulent office and into the
personal assistant secretaries niche. She used the password
code she had gleaned from the bosses computer to unlock the
secretaries computer.
Bosses computers just have porn and embezzlement folders and
speed dial hookers info on it.
The secretaries have all the info for running the business as
they do all the work. As well as the birth dates and
anniversary dates of the bosses wives and kids and
mistresses.
Esha accessed the command chain programs and began issuing
orders. Deep in the bowels of the building automated machines
began to remove bars of gold and metal boxes of cash from
holding cells and send them by small elevators to the loading
dock bay where Panthris and Kloven had just pulled up.
"I got the mint pumping. Can't open the loading dock door or
unload the goods via the key board here though." Esha hummed
into her earbud mic.
Across the plaza Elsa uncrossed her legs and let the cool
spring wind nip at her aroused clit. The job was going well
and the images of Ms. Americana getting ass reamed live on
dozens of cell phones by massive pink tentacles had her pussy
purring.
"Alright. Mantra that's your cue." Elsa watched as Got Gal
took a massive tentacle seaman load up the joy box.
"Excellent."
In the storm sewers under the Bank Mantra unfolded her legs
while still remaining floating in the air and raised her arms
and head looking above her at the concrete ceiling of the
large storm drains. Her cape suddenly turned into a purple
raging flame and she shot at blinding speed bursting through
the concrete and dozens of feet of earth and more concrete
and steel and concrete and now floors of the building its
self. The blurring figure smashed through three sub-levels
before coming to a stop on the loading dock main warehouse.
Here she pointed her palm at one of the guards and he was
wreathed in purple flame. He accessed the computer and used
his security password to open up the elevators so the loaded
gold and money boxes could be accessed. He had to work
quickly because the purple flame was consuming him. His flesh
was eaten away as he typed. He was down to bone fingers and
skull when he accessed the last computer opening the gate to
the elevators and he fell into a pile of ash before he could
reach the computer on the wall that opened the large
fortified garage door to the dock where Panthris and Kloven
waited.
Esha watched on her secretaries computer while talking into
her earbud mic. "She has the elevator and dock security door
open and I have bypassed the alarms."
"The outer garage door to the loading dock is still closed,"
Panthris barked into her own mic.
"Can you open the outer loading dock door, Mantra?" Elsa
asked as she looked down with one raised eyebrow at the man
who was retrieving his fork for the second time under her
table. She sighed and crossed her legs leaving him to whimper
in disappointment.
Mantra pointed her palm at the pile of smoldering ash and the
purple flame engulfed it. A skull rose up, hovered, shook,
and burst into ash. Mantra dropped her hand and shook her
head.
On Elsa's laptop a 'NO' chimed and beeped. "Okay. We move to
plan two. Kloven take out that outer door. This is going to
set off localized alarms that Esha can't override. So Esha
get out of there now. And Panthris and Mantra get that loot
loaded fast into the armored car. You are going to have to
make a run for it! I will get the escape mini-sub ready in
the harbor!"
Elsa snapped her laptop shut and stood up abruptly to make
her departure. A dozen men sadly groaned to see her go and
being in such a good mood she took pity on them enough to
bend over at the waist to adjust her heel strap and give them
a full exposed view of her perfect superior race blonde
snatch. Then she stormed out of the café stuffing her unpaid
bill into the tented front pants pocket of one of the
waiters.
In the underground bank depository loading dock Kloven
emerged from the armored car and quickly sunk her fingers
into the heavy metal of the garage door. The semi-molten
metal turned to putty as she ripped the door out of the
cement wall and tossed it aside.
Alarms began to blare and Mantra began to use her purple
flame power to push heavy carts loaded with money boxes and
gold boxes to the edge of the dock while Panthris jumped into
an electric forklift and started loading the armored van.
Even Kloven concentrating so as not to put out too much heat
from her body helped in loading entire pallets of money at a
time in her powerful arms into the back of the van.
Soon security guards started showing up and opening fire and
Kloven and Mantra had to direct their attention to dealing
with them. The collateral damage was massive. But in the end
Panthris managed to finish filling the armored car and drive
it out of the loading dock area with Kloven clinging to the
roof of the van glowing like a red light and Mantra soaring
along in a purple flame above it.
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Back in the Hall of Dames.
"Well, not bad for our first outing," Elsa stood before the
pile of gold and money as the rest of the Legion of Dames sat
around the table dumping out Dairy Queen bags and taring open
wax paper wrappers while slurping at frosty shakes. Kloven
holding hers in an oven mit.
"We got the ten million with five million to spare. So yes,
yes, my Legion of Dames, FEAST upon your rewards of sugary
malted goodness! You have done well."
"And tonight! We will have cable! For the installer was here
and I got the History Channels all Nazi all the time package
for myself. And for Panthris, Animal Planet! Yes! I know how
you like the bunnies and fox chases and how they end! And for
Mantra, the all Cartoon network! She loves her Teen Titans
Go! And for Kloven, the twenty four hour cooking network! My
girl loves to eat! And for Dragon Queen, Black Belt Theater!
The channel with more fists of fury action than Flag Girl and
Azure Angel going at each others teen pussies! And for Esha!
The Disney Channel! Who loves her little princesses?! Hmmmmm?
That's what I am talking about! And with each new job our
Legion of Dames pulls; we increase our wealth and power and
good stuff! So girls tonight we shake our booties and
tomorrow we shake the world! Ha ha ha ha! Now, evil laugh
with me!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!" Ringed through the wet dripping
rusty Hall of Dames sunken oil tanker freighter while the
construction crew stopped their work and looked at each other
before shrugging and turning up their I-pods and going back
to work on the sauna/hot tub and Olympic sized great white
killer shark pool.
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