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THE SERPENTS OF EDWARD DEN
The Committee of Good Samaritans was formed in Delta City's
smaller sister city of Bangharder Harbor which resided
further down the coast of the great Delta Bay. It was formed
in direct correlation to the increase of organized crime and
illegal activities that seemed to over flow from the larger
Delta City.
The Committee, as it was more commonly referred to, consisted
of the super heroines; Ms. Justice, Ms. Astonishing, Patriot
Girl, Cosmic Girl, and the super AI computer android FEM-DOM.
There was also a non-powered male who acted as a handy
man/janitor at the Committee's base who was considered an
unofficial member. His name is Patrick Everett Newt Iswald
Stevens, who everyone just calls, Perv. Do to his, well,
perverted tendencies that sometimes surfaces despite his good
nature and utter commitment to the feminist cause.
The Committee are indeed ultra-feminists and never miss a
moment to not only fight crime and protect their city; but to
espouse their die-hard beliefs in the feminists eternal
cause.
It should be noted that the Committee was formed to act as a
group in face of the fact that none of the members alone
posses the singular powers of the Delta City super heroines
nor do they have their finical lucrative freedom. They often
work singularly but pool their resources and data as well as
back each other up in a crisis. The Committee's base is
currently being funded by a grant from Wade Industries in
Delta City.
COSMIC GIRL
Stacy Pace was a world champion surf board competitor. She
was also a vehement environmental protection advocate. When
she ran head to head against Adder Chemicals which was
dumping toxic chemical waste into Delta City Bay the bright
spunky high school student found herself on the receiving end
of a nasty visit by some of Adder's thugs. The end result
being that she was dumped into the bay with the next barge
full of toxic waste.
But Stacy Pace did not die that night in the murky depths of
Delta City Bay. Instead the plucky blonde emerged from the
surf staggering up the moonless beach with her surf board in
hand the toxins in the water having triggered her Aphrodite
gene and awaking her super powers.
From that night forward Stacy now has the additional secret
identity of Cosmic Girl! Using the Cosmic Power to fly upon
her surf board through the sky the young teen fights against
a world where thugs have taken over all the halls of power
from the White House down and are destroying the planet
wholesale to make a fast genocidal buck.
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"She's still alive?!"
"Yes, Mister Adder. We drugged her and dumped her with the
barge full of waste just like you said. Had her in her swim
suit and her surf board to make it look like it was an
accident over by the Bangharder riptide reefs. But..."
"Well, obviously not like I said because I do remember saying
that she was to be killed." Mister Adder sighed and tossed
the morning paper on to his desk. "Perhaps we were too
cautious in trying to make it look like a surfing accident. A
bullet through the head would have raised eyebrows but she
would have been out of our hair at least."
"Well, it would appear Rex that in her interview with the
press that she says she can't recall what happened to her and
thinks she may have hit her head on her board during some
night surfing. That leaves us out in the clear. At least for
the moment."
"Dorian, this is Delta City. Not Washington D.C." Rex Adder
pressed his finger tips together and then leaned back in his
chair swiveling it around to cast a gaze out his penthouse
office building windows at the panorama of the great city
below. "If this Bangharder Harbor teen blonde slut keeps
running her mouth about our companies various activities it
won't be long before a cape shows up. One can buy politicians
and police and judges and lawyers but the masks?"
Dorian Weir looked out over the high back of Rex Adder's
black leather office chair and sucked air through his perfect
white teeth in thought. "Then I suppose we should risk a
second 'untimely accidental death meeting' with the girl."
"While it is true this girl needs to be dealt with sooner
than latter; it is also true that I would still like not to
find a semi-famous corpse upon our front door step." Rex
Adder frowned and rubbed his chin on his finger tips as he
considered possibilities. "I think it's time Adder Chemical
spent some of its P.R. budget on something other than new
jewelry for the upper management mistresses."
Dorian glanced at his platinum wrist watch, "what did you
have in mind Rex? You understand how important the current
project you are working on for us is to the boys back in D.C.
Anything we can do, discreetly, to help we would of course be
willing to do. This whole amnesia thing sounds fishy to me,
too."
"Thanks, Dorian. Good to know you guys still have my back in
this. But I was thinking," Rex Adder raised his arms and
spread his fingers as he moved his hands apart in an arc
above his head. "The Delta City Surf Invitational; sponsored
by Adder Chemicals. The first of a series of yearly water
sports events to help clean up our image. Surfing, yacht
racing, jet ski racing, those guys in those funny long boats
with the oars and megaphone. The whole nine yards. Show our
commitment to the health and wealth of our fair city's famous
bay. At least until this little thorn of ours is plucked from
our side and meets her accidental death and then we can just
shelve the rest of it."
Dorian nodded, "and what exactly do you need from the State
Department, in all of this, Rex?"
"A bunch of paper pasteboard and marker tree hugging sign
wavers we can handle but this girl saw things when she snuck
in here the other night. She may or may not remember them now
but we can't chance that she may be lying or that her memory
might return. She saw things and we tried to kill her. The
things she saw would of course implicate those 'boys' of
yours back in Washington D.C. And of course trying to kill
people makes the general public uneasy and we are a public
trade stockholder company. What I need, is when she takes the
bait, and she WILL take the bait, that your 'boys' step in
and help our locals to quickly and quietly help suppress any
fallout of her accidental demise."
"All right Rex. You take care of the girl and we will run the
crowd control. But Rex, you do understand, that another screw
up like this last one and well... accidents do happen."
Dorian Weir shook his sleeve over his watch and put his hands
behind his back and smiled his perfect teeth smile.
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"How much?!" Stacy Pace exclaimed and then instantly cringed
and touched the bandage across her forehead.
"One Million dollars for first place in the surf competition
alone," Becky Sawyers was waving her cellphone in front of
Stacy's face as she walked along side the tall lanky blonde
down Bangharder Harbor mall district.
"And you say, Adder Chemicals is fronting the tab for this?"
Stacy frowned and folded her arms under her gigantic KK cup
perky breasts which leaped and bounced braless in her skin
tight transparent white T-shirt which read; 'UNLIKE MY TITS
MOTHER NATURE NEEDS YOUR SUPPORT'.
"Oh come on Stacy! A million bucks! Okay, Adder Chemicals are
shits and polluting the planet but your environmental
campaign has brought press attention to that! You have done
talk shows about it! Organized protest marches! And it's
paying off! They are desperate to keep their public image
squeaky clean. You enter and win this and you get to stand
there in front of the international press and say your say!
You know! And... you get a million bucks so you could maybe
pay me back some of that back rent you owe me. So win, win!"
Stacy frowned. "Adder is up to something that is for sure.
Their token efforts to clean up some of the local beaches but
not the Bay reefs themselves in preparation for this contest
shows that they are only interested in a Public Relations
cosmetic band-aid not some serious long term solutions. I
doubt they are going to stop their chemical dumping anytime
soon no matter what they are saying in the press releases."
Becky's shoulders collapsed in despair and she dragged her
sneakers across the sidewalk.
"But don't worry Beckers. I will definitely be there at the
competition with eyes wide open."
Becky leapt into the air pumping her fist in exaltation
smiling and cheering as her own double DD cup breasts slipped
out of her too tight tube top and bounced their nipples free
and sent one distracted man walking straight into the
upturned ass of a young teen girl who was bent over tying her
shoe laces. His throbbing erection slammed into her
volleyball short cameltoe crotch and her wide eye yelp and
sudden spinning around face slap brought a nearby pair of
police officers running who quickly took the pervert away in
handcuffs.
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Cosmic Girl brought her surf board to a halt hovering above
one of the slow moving tugs and barges thirty feet below her.
The young teen was a tall willowy girl with huge tits and a
firm round full bubble butt ass. She was very thin but with
well turned long limbs and large blue eyes and a small
slightly upturned nose and a small mouth with pouty full
lips. Her very pale skin was freckled by the sun and her long
blonde hair that hung down to her buttocks had a summer set
reddish tint to it.
Her costume consisted of a skin tight very thin wet suit that
covered her from toe to neck. The suit had a neck collar that
fastened closed and was independent of the front zipper which
she wore pulled down to just above her shaved crotch.
Her hands were covered in gloves of the same material and her
feet were further covered in high heel boots that rose up
skintight to her shapely calves.
When Cosmic Girl summoned her powers her hair turned white
and her skin turned gold and her eyes turned all white with
no pupil or iris. This so altered her immediate appearance
that she felt no need to wear an eye mask or any covering
over her face. All in all she looked like some one had
sprayed blue and black spray paint upon her naked body; so
thin and tight was the suit that it revealed all her curves
and puffy areolas and ever hard nipples and her shaved crotch
to such an extent that she may as well be naked.
Her Cosmic Powers came with a nagging Cosmic Voice that in
its young girl tone kept espousing the all important
responsibilities of being the living embodiment of the Cosmic
Power. And also had a nasty habit of berating the girl
whenever she tried to touch herself to ease the 'anxiousness'
of horniness which had suddenly sprung up in her alongside
her powers.
In fact the Cosmic Voice imperiously informed her that she
would not be having any sex ever again?! The Cosmic Power
would ensure that. If some one was about to plow her bean
field they would slip on a curling iron and throw their back
out. If a super mutant was about to play hide the sausage
with her body the air-conditioning duct above its head would
suddenly fall down and knock it unconscious.
Try as she might the Cosmic Voice assured her that her 'itch'
would go un-scratched. Period.
The Cosmic Voice also informed her that blowjobs and hand
jobs and tit milking and anything and everything other than
pussy penetration was fair game.
As such the teen surf queen was not very happy with the whole
Cosmic Power thing that seemed to have been thrust upon her
without any conference or compliance upon her part.
She had stumbled half dead out of the Delta City Bay less
than a week ago still clasping her surf board and hazy in
what had happened. But the Cosmic Voice had been there and so
far everything it had said was true; she could use her surf
board to fly and she could shoot Cosmic Force beams from her
palms and her healing and strength and agility and stamina
had increased.
And yes, her boy friend had tried to bed her willing hot
feverish lusting body several times, and each time he had
been injured and stopped in the attempt.
He was right now in her old hospital room where she had woken
up after her near drowning, but he was in traction in a body
cast after his last attempt to satisfy her sexual needs had
sent him tripping over the cat and out the apartment window!
Much to her angry frustration her sex life had just gone
permanently PG-13!
Cosmic Girl lowered her floating surf board until she was
near enough to the tug boat towing the barge of toxic waste
that was scudding silently across the night time waters of
Delta Bay harbor.
She stepped off the board which she had modified after her
'accident' by spray painting a giant penis on it with a spike
penis collar and landed lightly upon the deck of the small
but powerful boat.
No sooner had she landed than a voice erupted beside her; it
was not the cosmic voice but FEM-DOM the super sentient AI
android who was on monitor duty back at the Committee's base.
"Cosmic Girl, this is FEM-DOM. Just checking in on your
condition as you are slated for night patrol and you have
missed your hourly report transmission by 3.2 seconds. Are
you needing back-up assistance?"
The voice was coming from the invisible floating
communications pod that FEM-DOM had created for each member
of the Committee. The pod could turn visible if physically
interacted with or if its power charge ran out and it clanked
to the ground. Otherwise, the football sized device floated
around just over the shoulder of the super heroine, invisible
to the naked eye and allowing her to transmit and received
data both audio and visual with the Committee's base.
The pod looked suspiciously like a large pink penis when it
was visible so everyone in the Committee had taken to calling
it, 'dildo.' And a week did not go by where one of the
members was caught off guard saying, 'has anyone seen my
dildo?' To everyone's giggling snickering glee.
"Ah, yeah FEM-DOM I have just intercepted a nonregistered tug
boat and barge off the Bangharder Harbor reefs that is
running without lights. Probably another chemical dump by
Adder. Just about to check it out."
"Are you in need of assistance from another member of the
Committee?"
"Ah, no. It seems quiet. No crew. Another of the drone tugs
that has put thousands of people out of work all in the
interests of putting more money into the pockets of a handful
of the wealthy few."
"It IS important that when on patrol you do your hourly check
ins. Rape and sexual assault are up by over 872% this
quarter."
"Ah, yeah my bad FEM-DOM. It won't happen again."
"As the newest member of the Committee it is important that
you ingrain these procedures into your super heroine routine.
I know you have only had your powers a short time, but-"
"Yeah, yeah, I got the handbook."
"But have you read it? FEM-DOM out."
"Geesh. What a bitch." Both Cosmic Girl and the Cosmic Voice
said simultaneously.
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PATRIOT GIRL
"GWAD! I think I just Jello popped in my panties!" Patriot
Girl sighed and wiggled her firm young bottom against the
vibrating pipe she was tied to as she grinned a sloppy
drooling smile.
Patriot Girl wore a one piece leotard that was a bit too
small and a pair of oversized gloves and oversized boots both
of which had the cuffs turned down. She wore a pullover hood
mask with the top cut out to let the top of her head and her
twin tails show through. She was blonde with large blue eyes
and despite her very youthful appearance and mannerisms she
was in fact two years senior to Cosmic Girl.
"Where's my dildo? DILDO! DILDO! Here boy!" The invisible
floating communication pod flickered and became visible in
front of Patriot Girl's face. "Ah, there you are. Call base!"
"This is FEM-DOM, Patriot Girl. Do you need assistance?"
"Dildo turn on visual link to Committee base." There was a
bleep and a few sparks and Patriot Girl continued. "FEM-DOM
can you see me?"
"Pat- oh dear lord. You're tied up again?! Wait, I see your
communications pod is damaged and unable to send any audio
from your end. But I am getting visual. This is the third
time in ten hours that you have been compromised, PG. I will
send assistance immediately to your communication pods GPS."
PG is what everyone in the Committee called Patriot Girl. It
stood for 'Parental Guidance' due to her very youthful looks
and her inherent seemingly bizarre ability to get captured
and often sexually molested on each and every patrol she did.
"Thanks FEM-DOM failed to keep the cherry intact again but
they were so busy nailing my sexy ass that they did not get
away with the goods. Er, well technically I guess they got
away with my goods but anywah- ha!"
"I can't hear a word you're saying Patriot Girl and for that
I am sure I am glad. I will scan and see who is in your
immediate area and send them post haste. FEM-DOM out."
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MS. ASTONISHING
"Ms. Astonishing. Ms. Astonishing please come in. This is FEM
DOM."
Ms. Astonishing looked over her shoulder and sighed, "dildo
turn on visual and audio link with base."
"Ms. Astonish- OH! UHM. Sorry, I did not realize. Ahhhh,
yeah."
"Yes. As you can see FEM-DOM I am very busy interrogating
these suspicious well-hung young men." Ms. Astonishing was on
her hands and knees with a young teenage boy's penis in her
anus and another in her pussy and another sandwiched between
her huge melons underneath her as she jacked a young teen
cock in each gloved fist and returned to sucking on the one
slapping against her cheek.
Ms. Astonishing was a thirty-something woman with no known
super powers who drove around the various cites that lined
the great Bay in her bronze and brown one of a kind jet
powered sports car. She wore a brown and bronze one piece and
gloves and mask and boots and let her thick full shoulder
length red hair hang down usually over one of her large green
eyes.
She was a competent fighter and skilled detective with a
weakness for young men and an insatiable sex drive. She was
constantly on the lookout for a new young well-hung stud
sidekick as she had a rather infamous reputation of losing
them in the line of duty. This may have been due to the fact
that their entire training was spent between her thighs and
thus when duty called in the form of crime fighting they were
little more than bullet sponges.
She was a staunch feminist and spent most of her time trying
to locate and lock-up the Cougar. The Cougar was also a
thirty-ish sexy woman who preyed on men but who did so in
order to strip them of their material belongings.
The Cougar was a member of the notorious Gold Diggers who
were based in Bangharder Harbor and it was this lengthy on
going head-to-head battle royal against this group that lead
to Ms. Astonishing's membership in the Committee. For she
never attended any meetings and she never paid any dues and
whenever called upon she was always, er, busy.
"Ah, sorry to have bothered you, Ms. Astonishing. FEM-DOM
out."
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MS. JUSTICE
Ms. Justice was the elected leader of the Committee. Of all
the members she was the most hard-core feminist. She was a
proud and loud lesbian and despised males in and all forms.
It was rumored that male criminals who fell to her wraith
were often subjected to cock and ball torture or she sat upon
their faces grinding her naked crotch in their face and that
she often experienced orgasm at this humiliation of her loser
male opponents.
True or not, these rumors caused a great sense of fear for
any male criminals who she happened upon and as such she was
the only super heroine in Bangharder Harbor who was feared
and respected by the criminal elements.
Ms. Justice was a mirror image of Ms. Americana in looks and
age except that she was a blonde rather than a brunette and
her breasts were a few cup sizes larger. This doppelganger
appearance had given rise to rumors amongst the super heroine
community that General Wade may have had an indiscretion
affair at about the same time that Brenda Wade had been born.
Regardless, Ms. Justice was a bit more flinty and aloof in
her mannerisms than Ms. Americana and a lot less friendly
with the general public.
Her costume consisted of a belt of 'bang-cuffs'. These were
thrown stars that exploded in a blinding flash on contact and
turned into hand-cuffs or ankle cuffs thus constraining the
individual hit by them. She also had shock-cuffs and truth
cuffs and stun-cuffs. Her thrown exploding star-cuffs with
their various effects were her primary weapon of choice.
She also wore a pull over cowl with built in mask with an
opening in the back for her ass length blonde pony tail. Her
suit consisted of boots, gloves, and cape. As well as a
skintight one-piece leotard.
She had no power belt but instead had to once a day stand in
a re-charge booth she had invented.
Standing there naked basking for a few minutes in its rays
gave her the increased strength and healing and agility which
rivaled Ms. Americana's and her power belt; but this power
only lasted exactly twenty four hours and then had to be
replenished in the booth back at the Committee's base.
Ms. Justice was not available for FEM-DOM to call. As she was
currently undercover trying to dig up more info on a new
group of Bangharder Harbor criminals who were called, 'the
serpents.'
Each member of this new group of criminals had a serpent code
name. So far the Committee had tangled with; the king cobra,
the eel, the black mamba, and the rattler. None of these had
been the ring leader and their capture and incarceration had
done nothing to stem the tide of nefarious dealings of the
serpent group over all.
Ms. Justice had gone deep undercover to try and find out who
the ring leader was and what their latest plot might be.
*************************************************************
FEM-DOM
With no one left to call on the roster to go and untie
Patriot Girl FEM-Dom paused inside the Committee base of
operations.
FEM-DOM was an android. She had a female body that was
anatomically correct. She was bald on both her head and her
pussy and never wore any clothes.
She had a super advanced AI with a genus level of
intelligence housed in her indestructible body. She never
needed to sleep or eat but she could and did enjoy sexual
intercourse.
Currently she was in a secret romantic relationship with Ms.
Justice. Though she often still showered and had sex with the
other members of the Committee on occasion.
She had no super powers per-say and often drew monitor duty
at the base.
She was the only woman on Earth willing to have sex with Perv
and as such most of the rest of the Committee thought of them
as a couple. Perv certainly told anyone who would listen that
he was 'boinking' FEM-DOM on a nightly basis. Which of course
was an exaggeration to be sure, but she was willing to jack
him off with her huge tits just to get him to go back to his
base chores and leave her alone.
She certainly knew better than to send him to 'rescue'
Patriot Girl. In her helpless tied up situation he would end
up doing things to that horny teen slut that would certainly
get FEM-DOM in all kinds of collateral trouble.
FEM-DOM sighed and accessed the main console of the bases
computers.
The base was a six story tower in downtown Bangharder Harbor
with no apparent entrance or exit. Secret teleport portal
exits and entrances were secreted around the city that linked
to the inside teleport pad of the base.
Since most of the Committee members were not rich or even
comfortably well off; they tended to live in the base so it
was both a series of labs, offices, training rooms, holding
cells, medical bay, garage, as well as communal living room,
kitchen, and bed rooms, etc.
Since FEM-DOM refused to wear clothes her ultra sexy body
seldom left the base to journey out amongst the general
public.
She pressed one of the super heroines icons on the computer
touch screen and hit the com-link icon and cleared her
throat. "Eckhem. Excuse me, Cosmic Girl, we have a situation
with Patriot Girl. She, well, she needs to be released from
her bonds and de-preggerized... again."
There was a pause and then the whiny voice of Cosmic Girl
crackled out of the speakers. "Seriously?! Again? What is
with that girl?! I swear she can't go ten minutes without
getting tied up and preggers!"
"Ah, yes. Well, I am transmitting her GPS to your
communication pod. You should be able to find her either on a
projection map or by verbal directions via your pod... Got
that?"
"Fine, fine. Just let me finish fiddling with the automated
controls of this tug and then radio tag it for the coast
guard and I will be on my way to rescue little miss slutty
panties."
"Don't leave it too long. You know the Professor Whirtler de
preggerizer only works if activated within an half-hour of
the initial conception."
"Yeah, yeah, sucks to be a slut."
*************************************************************
Cosmic Girl sighed as she signed off from the invisible dildo
and went back to fiddling with the wiring of the drone tug
boat. She had managed to stop it dead in the water but she
wanted to make sure that anyone monitoring it was not about
to start it up again after she radioed the coast guard via
her invisible dildo.
She also needed to check the barge it was towing and
disconnect the explosive charges that were meant to sink it
and its toxic contents to the ocean floor as the drone tug
chugged back to its dock.
Cosmic Girl was a little miffed that her personal war against
Adder chemical was being interrupted yet again by a request
from the Committee to go and untie Patriot Girl... again!
Patriot Girl was investigating some high school boys who
seemed to be hitting some of the local stores at night and
robbing them. Of course this was a serious mission and worthy
of any super heroines efforts but this was TWICE! tonight
that Patriot Girl had somehow managed to let these boys get
the better of her in more ways than one! Cosmic Girl just had
to wonder if the strange teen was for some reason 'letting'
the group of high school boys gang rape her?!
The idea was just too sick to consider seriously but still
the girl did have super powers after all and these were just
teenage boys! How difficult could it be to wallop a bunch of
teenage boys into submission?! Hell, she had been smacking
grown men around since her tits popped up into double DD's at
twelve years of age!
Cosmic Girl finished with the drone tugs control panel and
stepped out of the tug boats steering house and leaped up to
catch hold of her floating surf board. She dangled one handed
from the board as she mentally commanded it over to the barge
full of containers the tug was towing and dropped off it
lightly to the deck.
It was after she landed on the decking of the barge that
Cosmic Girl felt there was something out of place. She called
upon her Cosmic Power to make her body glow with light in
order to illuminate the area around her better. She could
have asked her invisible dildo to cast a spot light but the
batteries in those things were unreliable and the more you
used them the more likely you wound up at the end of your
patrol carrying the rather heavy dildo home in your arms.
Cosmic Girl walked around the maze of containers stacked on
the barge. The first thing she noticed was though the
automated drone tug boat was undeniably one of Adder
Chemicals despite the logo being stripped off of it as well
as its registration numbers and radio beacon signal.
The barge it was towing was not the usual one Adder was using
for its toxic dumpings. Those barges barely floated. This one
was in almost pristine condition. The containers were not the
usual metal shipping containers.
Cosmic Girl increased her light aura and moved around the
metal drums and approached the only non-cylinder shaped
container on the barge; a large metal box that looked
strangely like a high school locker? It was stacked atop a
pyramid stack of barrels. She climbed up to it and opened it.
Inside lay a bound and gagged Ms. Justice!
A shocked Cosmic Girl quickly removed the gag from the
unconscious woman and in doing so leaned into the locker and
recoiled against the heavy sweet sickly scent of chloroform.
The cotton pads full of the reeking drug were wedged in all
around the inert Ms. Justice. Cosmic Girl turned her head and
took a deep breath and then worked to pull the woman out of
the locker.
She struggled the dead weight of the slumbering woman out of
the locker and down off the pyramid stack of cylinder barrels
on which the locker had been placed. As soon as she was clear
of the locker she gasped in breath and began to use her
Cosmic Force to sever the unconscious woman's bindings.
It was rather obvious that Ms. Justice had been savagely
raped and then bound naked and trussed into the school locker
prison. The fact that she had not been in costume meant that
there was a very good chance that her identity as Ms. Justice
had not been discovered. Since Cosmic Girl only knew Ms.
Justice as Ms. Justice she did not know her secret identity
name or really anything about her. She did recognize her
immediately though as the girls of the Committee tended to
lounge around the base naked when off duty.
As Cosmic Girl used her Cosmic Power to try and revive Ms.
Justice she noticed out of the corner of her eye a small
blinking light on the underside corner of the school locker
above her. The light kept blinking and then suddenly one of
the metal drums at the base of the short pyramid of barrels
beeped and its sides split open reveling a static covered
small monitor screen hooked up to a lap top.
The static cleared and the image of young man's face
appeared. He began to speak. "Ah, I see the trap has been
sprung. But not the bird I expected to catch. You seem to
have beat Ms. Justice to the punch and rescued our little spy
Miss Shaw. Not that for a moment I believe that to be her
real name."
At the word trap all the tops of the barrels around Cosmic
Girl hissed and popped off.
"I suppose our little game of clues was too much for the
tiresome Ms. Justice. Or perhaps you just stumbled across our
little party by accident. You do seem to be rather early. In
either case you win the prize. As the saying goes, the early
bird gets the worm!"
Out of the hundreds of barrels transparent translucent
tentacles began to erupt.
"A new type of rape-tiod. A ball of pan-dimensional tentacles
that can turn any individual tentacle into a milker or a
penis. Their spunk is very powerful and also acts as a mind
whipe of the all short term memory. Very effective. You can
ask Miss Shaw to verify that, if she is still alive. After
all she was raped for hours and hours and I am sure some of
that made its way into her long term memory."
The balls of tentacles pulled themselves out of their metal
drums and looked all the world like a ball of snakes; their
limbs were scaled and they pulled and rolled them selves
about with alarming force and speed.
"Who are you?!" Cosmic Girl grunted as stretchy powerful
semitransparent tentacles wrapped around her wrists and
knees.
"Well, I suppose it does not matter considering you are not
going to remember anything after your tentacle rape. You can
call me Mister Edward Den. I have been running a little
organization called The Serpents. We have been somewhat
inconvenienced by the so called Committee of Good Samaritans
of late. So I decided to keep them busy. I didn't want to
actually 'harm' any of them less that brought in the more
serious Delta City super heroines."
"You seem awful young!"
"Ah, well actually I am. And so are the core group of my
followers. We have been using some of the older criminals
around town to do our surface work while we hung out in the
shadows. But one of the Committee seems to be getting a
little too close. Patriot Girl has been turning up again and
again doing face time with our core members."
"You mean you're freaking high schoolers?!"
"Now, now, let's not discriminate. I can assure you I am a
master criminal even if I do not yet have my high school
diploma. After all, how many super villains do you know who
can invent a dimensional rift machine and use it to splice
the genes of a rape-tiod plant?
Creating a multidimensional creature that can not be harmed.
Though I have to admit its shelf life once activated is less
than four hours. So there, you see all you have to do is grin
and bare it for a few hours and all the bad nasty things will
evaporate... Of course you will be giving birth to more of
them, but the simple law of supply and demand will ensure you
will be spawning fewer and fewer new generations of the ghost
toids; as they will need minutes to mature and the down time
of the pregnancy is several minutes so... eventually, if your
body can handle it and your mind does not break from the
intense multiple orgasm, Well, then you should end up
floating some where out at sea by then with almost no memory
as to how you got there."
"UGH! IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS JAMMING A FREAKING TWO LITTER
BOTTLE OF SODA UP MY JOY BOX?!"
"Yes. Some of the high school cheerleaders we tested it on
said something about it being a bit on the 'large' size. But
they all came back for more. Of course, they couldn't quiet
remember much of the previous experiences. So... perhaps it
was all the stolen shinny jewelry we were offering them? One
never knows when it comes to the ladies."
Cosmic Girl tried to answer but her mouth as well as all her
other prominent orifices were being crammed with pulsing
vibrating ghost tentacles.
"Well, I see you have your mouthful so I won't be a bore. I
have to get busy on another trap for Ms. Justice and the
other members of the Committee to take the place of this one
you have sprung. And I have some pesky homework yet to do.
Oh, if you do make it through this with some of your memories
of this experience intact could you please pass on a message
to Ms. Justice and tell her not to bother sending any more
spies just 'cum' herself. All right? Good-bye."
The monitor screen winked out, though Cosmic Girl could
scarcely see it or recall what she had just seen on it; as
her eyes were rolled back in her head as she drowned under
another wave of forced orgasms as she felt the first load of
translucent glowing pug jet up inside her ripe helpless body
forcing her to ovulate to meet its sinister demands.
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