Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.
[
bottom
]
Nametag:rook
THE TRIUMVIR OF TERROR
"He called himself, Mister Speedo, and he was wearing a red
leather cowl hood over his head, and a pair of red leather
gauntlet gloves on his hands, and this really tiny red speedo
thong on his, er, groin, but what was rather odd is he
finished out his outlandish outfit with a pair of red leather
thigh high stiletto boots that I swore were women's boots?!"
"Yes, yes, go on Green Specter. Any information you can give
me of your encounter, no matter how trivial it may seem to be
to you, maybe of the most importance to me," Professor
Whirtler mused as he crossed his arms behind his back and
clutched his left wrist in his right hand in obvious
contemplation and rapt listening.
"Well, he was Lattin American with a thick accent. He had one
of those mustaches that join along the edges of the mouth
into a little chin beard; one of those Satan beards, the kind
only porn stars and corporate lawyers wear. And the whole
thing in hindsight must have been a set up. I was patrolling
the lower west side having picked up some police ban chatter
of some on going disturbance in my Green Specter Mobile."
"I saw some red... blur. It raced around and around the
Specter Mobile and I had to slam on the brakes. I got out of
the car and followed the disturbed debris of its wake into an
alleyway. The alleyway was full of over flowing dumpsters and
you had to sort of wind your way through it because of the
congested clutter. It was a short narrow alleyway and it
immediately opened into a courtyard that ran behind several
apartment buildings. At the far end one could see the larger
alleyway that let the residents who parked their cars in the
courtyard exit out onto the street."
"Perhaps not so much detail, my dear." Professor Whirtler
sighed.
"Oh. Right. Well, he was there in courtyard waiting for me.
He had super speed. It was completely unexpected. He was a
blur around me. My gloves never even touched him. Never
landed a punch. Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees
with my boobs out and panties down."
"He was in my snatch and popped his cork before I even knew
what had happened. I mean I felt the super fast rubbing for a
few seconds and then there he was standing across the
courtyard from me again only this time smoking a cigarette
and smiling at me with those perfect white teeth of his."
"It was at this juncture that he calmly told me his name,
Mister Speedo, and well, there I was on my hands and knees
and his spunk freshly dripping out of me and I guess I must
have been in shock for a second or two. It took me a few
seconds to even take it all in?!"
"I got to my feet and gave him some standard smack talk while
I tried to devise a plan on taking this slime-ball down. And
he blurred back over to me and started rubbing my joy button
at blinding speeds! The vibrations and friction were like
nothing I have ever experienced before! I popped my own cork
again and again and again."
"I was dazed by the chain-lightning of climaxes and my legs
turned to rubber and next I knew it I was back down on my
hands and knees and he was bursting another minute man
missile into my g-spot love box."
"I just sort of swayed there on my hands and knees while he
smoked another cigarette across the courtyard. Then he came
back for thirds and fourths and fifths and sixths. Each time
he only lasted maybe thirty seconds if even that before he
blew his nut and raced away. It was like Nathan all over
again, that dear man could never last more than a minute at a
time. But the sure intensity of this Mister Speedo vibrations
had my entire lower body numb and my head spinning."
"Where did he keep the cigarettes?" Professor Whirtler was
staring up at the ceiling and rocking back and forth on the
balls of his leather shoes as he stroked his chin with one
hand and cupped his elbow with the other.
"Wha? Um, in the wrist of his glove I think? Oh, and he lit
them by rubbing his gloved thumb and forefinger together. The
super speed friction causing a brief flame."
"Hmmm, so he seems immune to the friction his super speed
causes himself. Anything else?"
"Well, after he molested me some more he left. Just a red
blur vanishing in a wake of whirling fast food wrappers and
newspapers."
"Um ha, and anything... else?"
"Well, er, I was so dazed and confused and well... horny."
"Ah ha! I knew it! Please continue!"
"I had never been that horny before. So much lust! My mind
was just reeling from it! I needed it... bad. Really bad.
Like a high school slut realizing for the first time she has
just caused a boy to pop a boner. All I could think of was...
cock! COCK! COCK! Eckhem!
Sorry, but I was out of control and seemed to be enjoying the
rush of being out of control. I was like a rutting bitch in
heat."
Green Specter looked around her and cleared her throat as she
whipped the sweat from her upper lip with a shaking gloved
finger.
"Please continue. This information matches my test results
but I must be sure." The Professor patted the super heroine
on her champagne blonde head and nodded encouragingly.
"Well, there really is not much to tell. I staggered to my
feet. And started to head back to the Green Specter Mobile. I
knew something was wrong with me and that I needed to get
back to my base. But then a teenage boy came out of one of
the apartment building stairwells. He was carrying a trash
bag. And in stopped in shock and starred at me."
"I took it in stride. You know, a super heroine standing
there on your door step. You don't see that everyday. Even in
Delta City. But he kept staring and I realized he had popped
wood. I mean he was really tenting away there. It was a
decent sized pecker, much larger than Mister Speedo's or
Nathan's had been. Just throbbing away like a little fishing
bobber going up and down as the bait gets nibbled."
"It's always a bit of a thrill when you can make men hard
just by them looking at you. And innocent young men who are
obviously popping their very first public boner is
especially, well, it makes you feel proud. I don't know why?
But it makes you feel like you have just done something
really wonderful and like you have just done a tremendous
kindness. And of course embarrassment. You always feel some
embarrassment no matter how many times you do it. You feel a
sort of motherly paternal sort of accomplishment and yet
secret sharing moment in causing that erection."
"I must have blushed and smiled. Normally I would have winked
at the boy and sauntered off. But I was SOOOOOOOOO horny and
here was a firm decent sized pecker and he was SOOOOOO
innocent. Not some bastard trying to rape my ass but a
healthy nice boy and I had given the young stud wood."
"About that time I realized that my boobs were still popped
out of my top and that my panties were down around one ankle
being dragged along the ground and the crotch of my fishnet
stockings had been ripped out. So it wasn't just my super
model face and sexy bod that had him pole vaulting in his
trousers. I was showing a bit more than he had ever seen
before. At least in real life. I am sure his cell phone was
covered in smut."
"I cooed and I murmured and I made light of his embarrassment
telling him I was flattered he thought I was so sexy and hot
and told him it was perfectly normal for him to react in that
way. To show his honest desire to me. And then in an eye
blink I took him. Several times. Like a vampire leaping upon
its prey."
"It was like a whore house crash course in advanced sex
techniques. I had him twisted up like a sex pretzel and
showed him about everything a man should do to a woman and
then some. But when his pecker finally popped in my easy bake
oven all the red mist of lust all the deep burning desire and
need just... vanished?!"
"I made some awkward excuses and darting glances at the
apartment windows around me and raced to my car in a crimson
faced shame clutching my costume to my seaman covered breasts
and almost weeping with relief once I was inside the Specter
Mobile and racing at nitros injected speed away."
"Instead of heading back to my base. I came here as I
realized something very odd had occurred in that courtyard. I
have never, er, seduced a young man before and turned his
inexperienced body into my own personal sex trampoline!"
"Hmmm, yes, yes. Now, you also had a similar encounter this
night Ms. Americana. Please relate that as well." The
professor turned to face the arm crossed Queen of Justice who
raised an eyebrow and began to relate her own story.
"It is odd indeed. For roughly about the same time Green
Specter was getting her hedge clipped by this Mister Speedo
and then raping this boy. I was in, the much nicer and much
more expensive Ms. Americana Mobile, racing back from a
successfully foiled bank robbery where not only did I
apprehend the loot and robbers but did so without then
sexually molesting any of the patrons of the bank."
Green Specter and Ms. Americana exchanged sour looks before
Ms. Americana continued her tale.
As I crossed the Ms. Americana Suspension Bridge, this would
be the Ms. Americana Bridge leading into Tenth Street not the
Ms. Americana Bridge leading into Ms. Americana Park which is
of course a pedestrian only bridge; I suddenly found myself
out of control and sliding and spinning on a thick sheet of
ice that covered the roadway. A sheet of ice on a humid balmy
July night is to be rather unexpected even by the most gifted
and observant of skilled motorists. But I managed to bring
the Ms. Americana Mobile to halt by successfully slamming
into a fire hydrant. And I might add, that I managed this
skillful maneuver without the sexual exploitation of any
teenagers."
Green Specter rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her
massive melons.
"The source of this peculiar unseasonable road condition was
manifest in a short balding man who was dressed in
nondescript clothing except for what appeared to be an ill
fitting blue and white fringed woman's parka and a blue eye
mask. The coat was rather elaborately embellished with fringe
and some lace and was designed to be worn so that the waist
belt would, on a less busty woman other than myself, be
fastened just bellow the bust line and thus leaving the
abdomen exposed. A fashionable if questionably ill
functioning garment. Designed more for sipping hot chocolate
and chatting in a chateau rather than skiing on the slopes."
"While I looked around for the device the man had used to
create the ice rink I was now trying to cross to reach him.
He suddenly blasted me with sever bitting cold icy punches.
His hands themselves were the source of the cold?!"
"I was most amazed by the bitter cold of his hands contacts
upon me; for as you know my power belt's force field also
regulates the immediate air temperature around my body and
keeps me warm or cool despite the most horrendous of external
temperatures. So his touch must have been deep, deep cold."
"Unlike my own intrepid self, he had come prepared with ice
spikes attached to the bottom of his boots and so with his
surer footing was able to move around me as I pitched and
swayed with my stiletto heeled boots upon the ice."
"The broken fire hydrant now proved to be my undoing. For the
gush of water had soaked and covered me and was ankle deep
upon the original ice surface. This geyser of water was now
turned by him into thick slabs of ice that along with his
kicks to the back of my knees and blows to my body soon had
my hands up to my wrists and my entire lower legs encased in
ice!"
"I was frozen in a doggy style position! My hands and knees
glued by ice to the ground! Helpless and dazed by several
more ice fist blows to my head He tore off my power belt and
bra and panties and mounted me like some freakish centaur
lover of old! He rubbed his hands all over my body; obviously
controlling the degree of cold so as to only cause an icy
glaze to my exposed breasts and ass. Still, I had nipple
sicles and the ache of the bitting ice on my hot bod had my
teeth chattering."
"The fat balding man had a decent sized 'ice pick' in his
cargo pants and he promptly set about fishing in my ice hole
if you know what I mean? He wasn't TOO quick on the trigger
and he was stud enough to go for seconds with little
downtime."
"Then he just left. He left me there half iced over on my
hands and knees frozen in place with my love canal dripping
his spent loads. Without my power belt I was little more than
sushi waiting to be scarfed up by any passing homeless
person. HELPLESS! To resist any perverted advances!"
"As it was, I was able to use the ice drool on my chin to
press my neck choker emergency beacon and within minutes one
of my loyal fans, Emit Begosh, fan no. 4811 had arrived on
his bike and was ready to help!"
"So he quickly strapped your power belt on you and you used
your super strength to break from your icy constraints and
escape?" Professor Whirtler nodded and half turned away from
the star spangled super heroine.
"Ah... no. It's a little hazy. But I, well, it's coming back
to me now. No I absolutely insisted that he mount me and fuck
me good and hard."
"AH HA!" Green Specter shouted and jabbed a finger in Ms.
Americana's direction.
Professor Whirtler turned back around to face Ms. Americana
again and whispered, "just as I thought."
"He was very reluctant but then I reminded him of his oath
when he joined the Ms. Americana Club and he shyly dropped
his pants and mounted up. Despite his nervousness he did a
fine job too."
"Come to think of it, just after Emit soaked my womb with his
spunk I too felt a pressing need to get away from that place.
A mix of confusion and shame and well I just patted him on
his teen ass and nodded my thanks as I grabbed my belt and
fled. What does it all mean, Professor?"
"Just a moment. Just a moment. We have one more. Champion
Girl you too arrived here at my lab about the same time as
Green Specter and Ms. Americana and judging from the fact
that you are completely naked except for retaining your
gloves, boots, and mask; I am going to suggest that you too
had a rather interesting experience to relate."
"Well, I sure do, Professor. I was patrolling around the so
called, 'immigrant quarter'; those places President Ronald
Rump has set up in all the major cities where people of
Middle Eastern extraction now have to live. And I was
suddenly surprised by this attack of invisible hands."
Seemed like hundreds of invisible hands were just mauling my
body. It was like a tidal wave of groping hands. It felt like
I was at the Kennedy Compound. Just hands all over my body.
Pinching, squeezing, yanking my hair, ripping off my clothes,
rubbing me like my breasts and crotch were a magic lamp!"
"They hands weren't strong, but they did not seem to be
connected to anything. No invisible arms or body. I could
yank the hands away, even slap at them, but then one of them
made a yank at my mask. I HAD to put my hands up there and
hold on my mask! Actor's adhesive can only do so much."
"Now, I was helpless. With both my hands holding my mask
firmly in place the hands made short work of my costume. I
was plucked and stripped naked like a Sunday chicken in
seconds. I watched my costume rise up and disappear over a
roof top. No doubt carried away by some invisible hands. And
yet the hands never let up on me. I was rubbed something
fierce!"
"I tried to clamp my thighs together. Even tried to fly away.
But those hundreds of unseen hands just kept a hold of me and
rubbing me and well, I popped like a champagne cork. And just
kept popping. They did a real number on me. It must have gone
on for quiet awhile. But then it ended and I just staggered
away."
"I had to walk six blocks naked as a jaybird. Until my head
cleared from all those forced climaxes and I could take to
the skies again. Naturally I headed straight here as it was
closer than my place and you know, I AM naked as a slut on
her first threesome date."
"I never fucked any little boys like MSA or Spookie did."
"They weren't little boys!" Both Ms. Americana and Green
Specter shouted in unison.
"Just a little age-challanged," Green Specter added sulkily
and rubbed her biceps.
"Alright I think I have a few answers for you." Professor
Whirtler walked over to a lab table and picked up his
electronic note pad and began to thumb through it as he
continued to speak.
"First off I have completed the study of the various semen
samples taken from Ms. Americana and Green Specter. And what
I have found is most interesting. The semen of both attackers
is highly concentrated with Milktite."
"A very strange mutation and somewhat unstable variant of
Milktite. I am going out on a limb here without more data but
I believe your attackers are gaining their super powers
through drenching every cell in their body with this
transformed Milktite."
"As you all well know, normal Milktite has no effect upon
males. But I believe this altered form can give males powers
just as Aphrodite gene women have."
"More over, this mutated Milktite seems to have been derived
from large quantities of Aphrodite gene active super heroine
milk!"
"As far as Green Specters and Ms. Americana's odd out of
control lust after their encounters with these super powered
men. My tests show that the sperm of these men are laced with
the mutated Milktite as must be every cell of their body.
Contact with this sperm would cause in a regular woman a
significant increase in sexual arousal, but in an active
Aphrodite gene woman it would unleash an avalanche of
uncontrollable lusts and rabid horniness!"
"In fact, the only cure for such a sex starved state is to
introduce regular sperm into the infected body of the woman.
This stabilizes and neutralizes the Milktite, er, poison."
"So we needed to rape those boys," Ms. Americana pinched her
chin lost in deep thought.
"Precisely! Once more, if you had just got some of the
Milktite sperm on your skin you would have also succumbed to
the sexual lusting madness. Though it would have taken much
longer for the skin to absorb the effect. Sperm in the anus
would have taken longer too, but sperm in the mouth or whoo
hoo box would have had an almost instant effect!"
"But a dose of regular sperm will cure it?" Green Specter
asked a bit doubtful.
"Of course. As I have said regular run of the mill common
sperm seems to cancel out the Milktite sperms effects. As far
as more information; I can tell you that the super powered
fellow who attacked Green Specter is indeed speaking with a
heavy Lattin American accent and calls himself Speedo and
indeed seems to possess super human speed powers."
"And the man who attacked Ms. Americana calls himself Mister
Frost Tickles and has apparent freezing powers and speaks
with a heavy Swedish accent. Er, think the Swedish chef on
The Mumpets Show Ms. Americana. I know you always think any
accent other than American is automatically French."
"And the one who attacked Champion Girl calls himself The
Hundred Handed. And his power is that as long as he keeps his
hands in the pockets of his trench coat he can spawn
unnumbered invisible hands and use them at quiet some
distance from himself. He seems to be the leader."
"Interesting, as the trench coat the Hundred Handed wears is
obviously a woman's trench coat. When he pulls his hands out
of the pockets its obviously woman's gloves he is wearing."
"Same with Mister Frost Tickles, he wears what is obviously a
woman's parka and though Ms. Americana did not notice, no
doubt due to the white bluish frost effect of his summoned
powers around his hands, but he too is wearing women's
gloves."
"And of course as Green Specter pointed out Speedo is wearing
a pair of woman's thigh high stiletto heeled boots!"
"The whole thing is very Freddie Mercury. Though I don't
think we are dealing with 'fetishes' here. I believe that
this Milktite powers and these articles of woman's clothing
are somehow connected."
"Excuse me professor, but how do you know that my attacker
was called Mister Frost Tickles or was Swedish?! He never
spoke to me, not once, not even a thank you after blowing his
wad in my cave of wonders?!" Ms. Americana puzzled out loud.
"And I never even seen my attacker so how do you know so much
about his appearance?" Champion Girl forgot her own nudity
and dropped her hands from her breasts and from her crotch
and assumed the classic default super heroine hands on hips
pose that is always adopted when a super heroine is perplexed
or peeved.
"Oh, well, before you lot showed up these men, calling
themselves the Triumvir of Terror broadcast this video on all
the television stations." Professor Whirtler keyed his note
pad and held it up so the three surprised women could watch
the recorded broadcast.
The image was of three men dressed as already described,
though the Professor had left out the battered Sam Spade
fedora hat the Hundred Hands constantly wore and his
gray/green eye mask. He also left out that the Hundred Hands
who did most of the speaking had a thick German accent.
Otherwise the three men had apparently filmed the video with
a low budget camera set up on a tripod in some basement in
front of a poured cement wall that was covered in damp spots.
Considering that to override all the major networks
broadcasts in Delta City took some knowhow and expensive tech
the idea of such a low budget set up seemed odd and out of
place.
The broadcast consisted of the Hundred Hands introducing
himself and his partners each in turn who each showed a brief
sample of their super powers and then he promptly demanded
one gallon of milk from each super heroine in Delta City
(except Azure Angel who was required to give two gallons) by
noon tomorrow or else they would begin using their super
powers to attack the city and its citizens.
The three super heroines stood there flabbergasted; their
hands on their hips and breathing heavily as their mighty
mammaries jiggled and their nipples puckered.
*************************************************************
"I never thought I would end up using this thing." Ms.
Americana stood in the Ms. Americana cave next a large black
chair with milking machines attached to its back as well as a
very large dildo machine attached to its front. "I took this
thing more as a trophy than to study it when I first stopped
Doctor Lactose in my early years as a crime fighter."
The Ms. Americana cave was indeed full of items she had taken
from crime scenes as mementos as well as innumerable glass
cases full of trophies and award plagues; all labeled with
little signs just as all her equipment in the base was
labeled with signs all bearing her name and the items
function.
All the super heroines of Delta City were lined up; the newer
ones taking off their blindfolds worn to keep them still
ignorant of the caves secret location.
Flag Girl was busy strapping them in one at a time into the
dildo rape milking machine as she set about with a marker
writing their names on the empty gallon jug freshly inserted
into the back of the machine as she popped the over the
shoulder suckers down on each massive breast.
Flag Girl had decided to wear a skimpy nurses outfit for the
ordeal and was also handing out little glasses of orange
juice and a cookie to each deflated drained pair of breasts
that had already made its donation.
"It's for the best, Ms. Americana." Got Gal placed a silk
opera gloved hand upon the Champion of Justice's shoulder.
"We will no doubt find and defeat these scoundrels. But it's
best to be prepared if the ransom really has to be paid."
Got Gal had been one of the first to be strapped into the
chair and dildo raped and milked and her huge jugs though
drained were already firm and full again having fully
recovered. "Too bad we can't detach the dildo rape part of
the milking machine. It's bad enough to have your girl's
drained but to be banged senseless as well."
"True, it does add to the humiliation factor to be shafted in
front of the entire Delta City super heroine community, but
the dildo spawned orgasms are vital for producing the highest
quality milk and one has to, er, prime the pump so to speak."
Got Gal smiled. "Personally I see it more as a sisterhood
bonding moment than a humiliating one. It reminds one of the
sacrifices we choose to make to keep our city, nay, our world
safe."
Ms. Americana lowered her voice, "you really want to get back
in that chair again don't you?"
"Well, you know how a good hard milking gets me off. And
since Amazing Babe has been hitting the mutant sewers all I
am getting is anal rapes. She has somehow 'queered' them down
there. Besides, Breast Woman and Breast Girl have not shown
up. I could, perhaps, donate on their behalf?"
"Actually they are based outside of Delta City and were not
listed on the broadcast to donate. In fact, neither were
Jungle Babe and Wild Girl I am surprised to see them here..."
Ms. Americana sighed deeply, "okay, get back in line but no
cutting in line and no pushing this time. And try not to
break the dildo attachment again. That is the last one I
have."
Got Gal giggled and squealed and raced to the back of the
line.
Champion Girl came walking up a little unsteady to Ms.
Americana. Her top was still flipped up over her still
shrunken breasts and she was balancing a cookie on top of her
small plastic cup of orange juice. She clutched and rubbed at
her shriveled tits with her other hand wincing as she spoke,
"I am so glad that is over. I always find these forced orgasm
milkings so embarrassing!"
"Indeed. But we need to have the ransom ready as we have no
leads as to where our adversaries are hiding." Ms. Americana
nodded over to the large oval table half covered in small
empty juice cups where Omega Woman and Jungle Babe and Wild
Girl and Shield were busy checking out computer images of the
city and cross referencing various leads on the giant table
top monitor.
The super heroines at the oval computer screen table had
already all made their donations of a gallon of super milk.
Even Shield, who like Jungle Babe and Wild Girl had not been
on the broadcast list of required donations, had given a
quart out of her small little pointy B-cups.
It was no doubt due to her small breast size that had kept
her off the Triumvir's proscription list but her pride had
her insisting that she do her part and she had been second in
line right after Got Gal.
Champion Girl began to weakly shuffle over to join the super
heroines who had already donated and were now busy trying to
find the three super powered men. She paused for a moment and
spoke over her shoulder through a mouth full of cookie, "oh,
you might want to take over for Flag Girl. She currently has
Azure Angel strapped in the chair and she has 'accidently'
forgotten to hook up a gallon receptacle bottle twice now.
Azure may have more jugs than any of us and a very high
recovery factor for her girls but... well, you know how those
two are. Lydia might keep her strapped in that machine for
days!"
Ms. Americana sighed and stepped over to the machine where
Flag Girl in her little nurses outfit was forcing a second
dildo attachment into a squirming gagged Azure Angel's anus
while gloating up a storm of smack talk.
*************************************************************
With no leads none of the super heroines realistically
thought they would be able to find the men and thus advert
the drop off ransom delivery. So it was with set jaws and
hands on hips that the group nodded their farewells to Ms.
Americana who had been stated in the broadcast to make the
ransom drop alone.
She drove one of the city's milk route trucks just as the
broadcast had stipulated. And for sake of humor she put on
one of the milk drivers white black billed hats.
She puttered along at a seemingly snail pace in open door
panel truck. While the jugs of super heroine milk clanked and
jingled behind her in the refrigerated racks.
"There's enough milk back there to put a guernsey herd to
shame," Ms. Americana smirked.
The milk truck had been left for her use in the police
impound yard. The police had no idea how it had got there.
The directions for the drop off were incredibly vague. But
considering that it had been a broadcast seen by almost a
million people and since watched on Youtube by tens of
millions, that was probably best.
The police and super heroines following discreetly some
distance behind her had already stopped and questioned dozens
of people who had seen the broadcast and had driven along the
general route to watch the action.
Some of them would no doubt be watching the 'action' from an
overnight jail cell wall mounted TV set. After all who was to
say the Triumvir of Terror did not have some Joe Blow schmuck
making the pick up for them.
But she doubted that. You don't get super powers without
getting a super ego. They come hand in hand. No, they would
want to be there at the drop. Controlling it all. Not even
all the super heroines of Delta City as her back up would
phase these guys in the slightest.
They hadn't even said, 'no police.' Other than the location
of the milk truck and the general direction she was supposed
to drive it off the lot there had been no other stipulations.
She had been craning her neck to see if she could make out
some kind of signs or signals from the Triumvir. After all
she had reached the outskirts of the city. She had followed
the designated road as far as it went. She sat at a T
intersection. It was far enough out on the outskirts that it
only had a stop sign no lights. There was nothing out here
but factories and open lots.
"So... which way? Right or left?" There was nothing in either
direction but the fewer and fewer factories and open weedy
lots. A block behind her a long line of unmarked police cars
drew up to a halt and behind them marked police cars stopped
and mixed in with them she could make out the Green Specter
Mobile and various other super heroine vehicles including the
Flag Girl moped. Above this cortège of mixed automobiles
floated several of the flying powered super heroines who also
paused and waited.
The wait went on for several minutes. It was dusk and the
airplane warning lights of the belching factories went on
even though it was Sunday and most of their parking lots were
devoid of workers cars.
"Okay assholes I give up. I guess we just sit here until
daybreak." No sooner than Ms. Americana had said this then
the cab of the milk truck was filled with a red blinking
light. It was the cigarette lighter. It was blinking on the
dash. She pulled it out and found it was not a heating coil
but a red light bulb that was flashing. Attached to the
lighter was an ear bud and a long coil of wire that went into
the dash board.
Ms. Americana detached the ear bud from the lighter and
dropped the lighter and put the ear bud into her ear.
Immediately a voice with a thick German accent began to
speak.
"You will drive straight ahead. Drive through the open gate
of the abandoned factory. You will follow the orange cones.
You will drive up to the over head chute and park under the
chute."
There appeared to be no way to respond back to the voice and
after half a minute it did not continue to speak. So she
followed its directions and drove the milk delivery van
straight ahead on to the gravel road and through the
dilapidated gate of the abandoned factory looming in front of
her now turned on head lights.
Slowly the long parade of followers began to swarm up and
engulf the outer works of the factory until they had it
completely surrounded.
*************************************************************
The parking lot was pot holed and cracked and heavily over
grown with weeds. If it were not for the occasional orange
cone marker leading her onwards she would have been unable to
even guess what was supposed to be driven on and what was
desert scrub from some old western movie set.
The cones lead her around past several out buildings and up
to a large over head silo that had evidently once been used
to drop sand, rock, grain? into the back of dump or grain
trucks.
She dutifully parked under it.
"Turn off the engine."
Ms. Americana almost jumped in her open cockpit seat at the
sound of the voice so intermittently close in her ear. She
had forgotten about the earpiece?!
She reached forward and killed the engine.
Suddenly the there was a lurch and then the truck began to
lower! She had parked on some kind of elevator and as she
watched the ground swallowed the milk delivery van and her
up.
The elevator stopped after dropping her down about forty feet
to the cement floor of a large factory room.
"Turn on the engine and drive forward off the lift."
Again she complied and no sooner had she done so and the lift
began its slow ascent back up to the ceiling.
"Turn off the engine. You will remove your earpiece and then
get out of the van with the keys in your hand and walk
forward into the open cage you see to you left."
She turned off the engine and pulled out the earpiece and
stepped out of the van with the keys held up in her hand.
She stood there. There was indeed a large cage with its door
open to her left.
Flood lights came on. From all around her, blinding her, she
could hear the lift clicking back into place behind her. It's
long scissor jack extension yellow and black through her
slitted watering eyes looked doubtful to climb.
There were very heavy metal looking doors, no doubt locked,
embedded in the rather thick looking cement walls on three of
the rectangular rooms four sides. Otherwise there was only
the cage and the van and the raised lift.
There were no controls on the lift. If she damaged the
hydraulic lines it might come down under its own weight or it
might lock into place.
She doubted she could smash the van or punch her way through
the steel reenforced doors.
That left only the open cage.
They seemed to have all the time in the world. No one spoke.
Nothing moved. She stood there with the keys raised up in one
hand for what must have been a good half hour.
Finally she shrugged and marched into the cage. The cell door
slammed shut behind her and one of the large metal doors
opened and the three men entered.
The men ignored her and her keys and walked quickly to the
van and swept it with electronic gizmos. They found the
homing device and removed it. They checked out the milk with
hand held testers and searched for booby traps. They spent a
good hour looking it over before producing their own set of
keys and driving it out of the room.
Leaving her alone in her cell in the empty room.
They did not drive the van far because before the steel doors
could close and lock they had pulled up short in the next
room and began to transfer the milk to another vehicle. She
could hear them pouring out the milk and shattering the
original now empty jugs on the ground as they transferred
their prize into this unseen new ride. But then the doors
closed completely and she could hear no more.
An hour latter a wall timer on the lift chimed and the lift
began to slowly descend and her cell door clanked open. She
was free to go.
*************************************************************
"This sucks!" Flag Girl stated with her usual oblivious lack
of observation of stating the obvious. She like the rest of
the Delta City super heroines were tiredly leaning on various
pieces of equipment and bric-a-brac in the Ms. Americana
Cave.
"Flag Girl is right," Breast Woman turned to Ms. Americana.
"It was one thing when the Triumvir was blackmailing the
super heroines of Delta City to produce one gallon of milk
per week for them but now its up to three gallons each a DAY!
Even my drawing in super heroines from all over the planet
and the rest of this galaxy we simply can't meet such a
draining quota!"
Ms. Americana looked around the Ms. Americana cave. Ever flat
surface was littered with little empty plastic orange juice
cups and empty cookie wrappers. Most of the super heroines
had taken to swilling orange juice straight out of the jug
and the small little cookies had been replaced by quarts of
ice cream!
"You are right Breast Woman. This surely can not be allowed
to continue. Not only are we spending all our time in the
milking chair or recuperating out of it and not thus on the
streets stopping crime, but, each of our bodies have
responded to the constant dildo rape milkings by increasing
our bust size by several cup sizes now! Soon we will be
nothing but milk cows! Giant udders not even our super
powered bodies can lug around!"
"More than that, these Cretans are obviously somehow using
our precious milk to empower themselves. On the rare occasion
we have been able to force a confrontation at one of the milk
ransom drops they have mopped the floor with us!" Omega Woman
scowled and then angrily took another swig of orange juice
from her jug the violent action of which caused her huge
chest canons to shake and spray milk droplets on everyone.
"Breasts and brawn have proved no match for these men. I
suggest we start using brains," Ms. Americana tapped her chin
in deep thought. "And I think I might just have a plan."
*************************************************************
"Alright Tuna-melt of Terror time for you to meet your
termination!" Ms. Americana came leapt out from the large
refrigerated truck that was hauling the hundreds of gallons
of super heroine milk and staggered a little as her boots hit
the ground. Behind her dozens of other super heroines weakly
staggered out of their ambush cover and surrounded the three
smug men.
"What? Are we doing this yet again?! Wasn't your last ass
whooping humiliating enough for you so called super
heroines?"
"You have gotten sloppy boys. You don't even try and hide
yourselves anymore." Ms. Americana staggered up to the three
men and straddled her legs and put her fists defiantly upon
her hips.
"Why should we hide anymore. You can barely walk!"
"Are you going to give up quietly or do we have to get
rough?"
"Seriously. Have any of you looked in a mirror lately. Even
your flyers have to walk! You make a good show but between
the milkings draining your powers in such a constant loss and
the increased size of your fun bags I doubt you could put up
much of a fight against a boy scout troop let alone us!"
"Powers. That was what I got hung up on at first. I mean I
had the answer to your defeat from that very first little
meeting we had. But I was all about my powers and yours." Ms.
Americana smirked as she let the other super heroines
encircle the three super powered men who in turn laughed at
them as they did so.
"You should never have rubbed our little noses in it on that
first day. Showing off like that. You played it so cool and
cautious after that but really you blew the whole shabang on
that first encounter." Ms. Americana nodded at the super
heroines who crouched into battle stances as the three men
yawned and began to crack their knuckles.
"You gave us the answer to your weakness when you raped us
that day. Green Specter and myself," Ms. Americana smiled at
the men who leered back at her; only the Hundred Hands was no
longer smiling, his face was puzzled behind his green/gray
eye mask.
"You see your mutated Milktite cells laced your sperm cells
as well and it had a powerful aphrodisiac effect upon us. But
your Milktite cells are unstable. Introducing normal sperm
nullified their effects. I should have realized it
immediately but if the sperm could override your own sperm's
powered effect then surly it could do the same to the rest of
the cells in your body."
"I have been diluting the super heroine Aphrodite milk we
have been giving you for the past week with a 50/50 mix of
male sperm.
Your test would have shown it as still Aphrodite milk but I
am certain that you will find you are just as weak as anyone
of us and in case you haven't figured it out there are a lot
more of us than there are of you." Ms. Americana snapped her
fingers and dozens more of super heroines from all over the
world and galaxy popped out of hiding and ringed the three
men now out numbered by hundreds.
"Bullshit! Even if such an outlandish thing could possibly be
you could never collect up that much human sperm. We are
talking gallons and gallons of it a day! And for a whole
week?! Impossible!" Speedo waved his hands in a dismissive
manner and then crossed his arms. "It is a bluff."
Ms. Americana held up a small pin badge. "They will be rather
sore for a while but when I call upon my Ms. Americana Club
Members numbering over two hundred thousand strong young
males in Delta City alone. They answer the call! Now, girls
what say we kick some so called super powered male ass!"
*************************************************************
The fight did not last long. The Triumvir did indeed find
their powers were gone after just a few minutes of use. And
though weakened the sure numbers of the super heroine host
was more than enough to knock the three men senseless and
toss them into the waiting arms of the police.
The weakness of the secret Milktite process the three men had
come up with and kept silent in their cells about was
apparent in the sure exponential amounts of super heroine
milk they needed to keep up their power levels over just a
three month period.
True in the last week Ms. Americana had been weakening the
submitted milk with sperm she had harvested from her fan club
male members but even if she hadn't by the sixth month the
Triumvir would have needed tanker trucks full of milk to
generate their powers and these would have been impossible to
supply.
Not only that but the process professor Whirtler reversed
engineered as most likely the source of their power hinged on
the men spending hours every day in either baths of the super
heroine milk mutated with milktite or hours under a ray
machine that boiled the milk into fuel for the milktite rays.
In either case the amount of time spent in the bath or under
the rays would have increased each time in order to keep up
the unstable power level in the men's cells.
Whirtler also suggested the articles of women's clothes were
probably taken from actual active Aphrodite gene women and
the items were left in a constant bath of the milktite
mixture only taken out when the men needed to trigger their
otherwise dormant powers.
In short it was a very bad system they had come up with and
inherently flawed. The men were forced to spend so much time
in preparation to power themselves up that in a period of
three to four months of having super powers they had only
managed to use them on the one day they proved themselves to
Ms. Americana, Green Specter, and Champion Girl and then
again only three more times when they had become brazen and
had the milk delivered to them in open public areas and had
welcomed a brawl with the super heroines. Of course the last
time they did this they were severely beaten and
incarcerated.
In short, they never got around to using their powers to
actually do anything?!
Despite this, President Fear ordered the three men moved from
the Delta City maximum security prison to a dark sight for
Homeland Security interrogation. As President Fear pointed
out to his somewhat confused staff; 'these men failed to come
up with a system to harness the exclusively female power of
the Aphrodite gene for males, but they did successfully
manage to impart a stable mesh of that power into non-living
materials. Please contact Lockhead and tell them we will be
supplying them with a new composite material for our future
military drones in the coming months."
************************************************************
*************************************************************
[
top
]
Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.