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It has been a while; been busy. Cheetos don't eat themselves,
you know! Ah, the mastery of Mister X. Time to steal more of
his ideas and abuse more of his characters and sneak away
before the second act! Rook.
THE SAVAGE LAND CHRONICLES
THONG; the busty barbarian babe and the arrival of the
breastacular BEAST-BABE!
Thong moved silently upon her bare feet across the uneven
jungle floor strewn ankle thick with matted half rotted
leaves and vegetation. She move warily with her large gray
blue eyes darting across the shadowy thickets of underbrush
as the heavy canopy of the forest giants swayed and rustled
overhead. Thin winds whistled and whined as ancient creeper
covered limbs heavy with moss snapped and popped their knotty
joints as towering thick shaggy headed buttresses of night
darkened clouds rose and fell in sombulated zephyr tossed
dances.
Thong slipped between the maze of roots as the moon cast a
slow staccato of pale white light upon the gray muddied world
bellow. The usual brilliant hues of the vegetation now
masticated by nights maw to a palet of winter white and deep
gray-green and inky fretted wells of blindness.
The lone figure crept, and leapt, and with agile serpentine
twists and turns wove her lithe body through the pathless
jungle night until she stood upon the threshold of a long
derelict craft.
The space ship had crashed and charred a long time ago and
was now covered in layers of jungle growth masking it from
even the keenest eyes. Thong clambered upon it her strong
small hands and long fluid fingers gripping the cracking
vines as sure footed she rapidly swarmed up its large curved
hull until she stopped at the twisted wreckages escape hatch.
Here she gave another sharp glance about her from her new
height scenting the humid air with her narrow nostrils before
pulling aside a metallic cover and pressing her delicate palm
to the gray semi-soft material behind it. There was a pause
and then a low whirl and a sharp click followed by the low
rumble of distant machinery. The hatch upon which the panel
had been embedded slowly slid down and then into the side of
the ships hull. Thong dropped nimbly down in the well of
darkness below.
Thong wove her way through the tilted and disjointed halls of
what little habitual remains of the craft survived and after
a few more palm print identification scanner door locks found
her self in the central hub of the ships command center.
Here in the half dark a thousand light twinkled in reds and
blues and oranges a star scape of man-made wonder and
technical awe. Most of the light was of a brilliant blue that
came from the center of the oval shaped room where a lighted
surface hummed in perpetual expectation.
This was the second command deck; the back-up helm, as the
main command deck had been shorn off in the crash and melted
by the exploding fuel cells upon impact. The craft was in
fact almost upside down but the hallways and cabins and
chambers of the ship were separate from the main hull and
each had their own gyroscopic stabilizers. Some of which
continued to insist the rest of the ship was wrong and held
their frozen hallway or room inverted from the others.
Thong set her spear against the backlit table top and
activated it with another palm press. She had placed the ship
in lock-down and nothing would work without her personal
security over ride clearance.
The ship yawned and slowly came to life. The back-up bridge
had its own sunrise and rosy light seeped up from the floor.
A calm soothing voice welcomed her with her own voice from a
now large holographic head of her self that floated from the
white glimmering table top.
"Greetings Captain Tara Hong it has been four thousand five
hundred and eight seven twenty-four hour cycles since the
class five star ship Excelsior crashed landed on the seventh
moon of Vespine Five. Thirty seven percent of the ship
remains intact and we are currently running on forty seven
percent power efficiency with a twelve percent power flux
from our one remaining power core. Would you like me to open
up your personal log now?"
Thong always cringed when she heard her own voice spoken by
the ships interface. There was a definite 'lisp' that she was
utterly certain she did not possess. She had set the command
parameters to always open up her personal log as that was the
most common reason she would visit the remains of her former
command and former life.
Thong merely nodded and the large illuminated floating head
of herself opened up her personal log records and set the
recording to start and stop at her speaking. A text keyboard
also appeared hovering before her if she choose to use it as
well.
"This is ship commander Tara Hong. As I suspected the unusual
peach scented air of this planetoid must surely hold the key
to my own lack of aging and my curious physical changes. As I
have recorded before since that strange magnetic effect that
seemed to have originated from the surface of Vespine Five
and stripped our ship of its power and dragged us into impact
with this moon. Strange physical effects have happened to me
and my surveying crew."
Thong looked down at her own body and sighed. "Not only have
I gained an almost instant healing of injuries and an
apparent immunity to disease and illness; but the aging
process seems to have reversed its self my thirty seven year
old body seems to have grown 'younger'?! In fact I would
hazard a guess that I seem to have plateaued out at roughly
eighteen years of age. But I NEVER had a body like this at
eighteen or every in my life!"
Thong grasped her own double JJ-Cup firm jutting breasts with
their large puffy areolas and thumb think nipples and sinking
her fingers into the warm yielding soft flesh that seemed to
defy gravity and thrust out so defiantly from her chest and
squeezed and shook them lightly in awe as she continued to
speak, "I simply never had a body like this! I am thinner
than i ever was. I can see my ribs! And yet to this lanky
lithe frame I now find I have these simply enormous! Breasts!
My waist is narrow and now I have this cheerleader bubble
butt that is as round and perfectly formed as no perverted
photoshopping computer geek could ever sweat and squeeze into
labored existence."
She let go of her breasts which seemed to have an almost
constant hypnotic vibrancy of quivers and quakes all their
own and glanced over the rest of her body as she spoke. "My
limbs have become long and lean yet still well shaped and not
skeletal. My face has changed as well. My Eurasian ancestry
is still slightly visible but my lips have become fuller more
pillow like and my cheekbones are higher and rounder and my
eyes seem much larger. There is not a hint of blemish or
wrinkle or line upon me. I still recognize myself but the
changes are dramatic nevertheless. And my hair?! By the
goddess! My hair now hangs down to my butt cleft! It is
thicker than it ever was and it shines in its golden locks
with a luster that is almost illuminance. From a crew cut to
this?! And not even a week had gone by before it came to this
effect!"
Thong shook her head and her glorious locks tickled her upper
raised buttocks. "And my strength is simply ridiculous! I can
easily hold my own against most of the beasts and monsters
that haunt this jungle world. But when I can't... well, I
have spoken of that as well."
Thong looked down at her lower body and sighed."I do not seem
to feel the nights plummeting cold or sun's barren heat as I
once did. Now I travel in the jungle almost naked. I have
taken to wearing only a small thong made out of the golden
soft pelt of a creature I have named a 'tree cat' for it is a
small four legged cat faced ape-like creature which seems to
live its entire life in the highest canopies never touching
the earth. In truth I am not sure how much of a modesty
wearing such a lone garment is; as the golden silky fur of my
thong so matches my own lush thick pubic hair that is hard to
guess where one ends and the other begins at a glance."
Thong picked up her spear and looked it over lost in thought
before setting it down and returning to her log. "I hold the
pelt in place with a braided strap around my narrow waist
made out of the last of the ship jumpsuits shredded remains.
Even if I still had any jumpsuits left I could never zip up
the front with these massive mammaries I now carry around
with me. Good thing my accented strength and new found
agility seems to compensate for these heavy orbs or else I
would be nearly crippled by chronic back problems and would
find it impossible to move rapidly as survival dictates I
must."
Thong fingered the spear tip made of sharpened ship hull
absently. "My only weapon is now a spear. But with this body
and my ever growing experiences it is enough!"
"As I recorded before. We seem to be cut off on this
planetoid. No transmission can pass through its strange
atmosphere. And we are not alone in crashing here. The
remains of several shattered craft litter the jungle and
since our own disaster three other ships have crashed here as
well."
"The outcome was always the same. Either the entire crew is
killed in the crash or else they... change. Change so
horribly just as my crew did. It seems to only effect men.
Though I am the only female survivor I have ever found."
"But just as I was changed the men change. But where I found
my beauty and charms enhanced it was their savage beastly
nature that was brought forth. In just hours of exposure to
the atmosphere and further enhanced by the consumption of the
flora and fauna and waters of this place; they mutate into
the most primitive beast men."
"Their foreheads slope and their eye ridges become thick and
their faces become Neanderthaloid. Their bodies become short
and stunted their arms ropey and powerful and long. They
become squat simian in qualities and their minds deteriorate
down to the most animalistic base degrees. The power of
reason and speech and anything but the most primitive
primordial emotions become lost to them.
I have to avoid them at all costs of effort for upon the
sight of me they become lust mad rapists!"
"As I have said before; this entire planetoid is nothing but
a raping nightmare for any woman. For most of the creatures
on this jungle planet are male and must mate with me; the
only female in order to propagate! Fortunately since we do
not seem to age only death by violent means seems to shorn
the numbers of the living on this world."
"To these strange rapes my body has also been changed. I no
longer menstruate. Nor dose my body seem to produce eggs any
more. The medical bay scanners tell me this. When one of the
strange plants, those that seem almost alive, or one of the
bizarre beasts or mutated monsters rape me, they put an egg
and seamen into my womb. In most cases just hours latter I
give birth to their offspring?!"
"Needless to say I am always on my guard and weary when I
leave the ship. But despite this I have been beaten and have
given birth to many strange things! The cave men. I call them
that for that is what they are, are impotent. They do not
conceive in me. But they still have only one thing on their
mind upon sight of me and that is to rape me! Over and over
again! And it should be noted that not only has their
strength grown to nearly match my own but their... penises
have grown to exceedingly large size as well as their ability
to maintain their erections! I must always be weary of them!
Of all the monsters of this strange world it is the former
males of my own species that I alone fear!"
"I have thus divided up the plants into; normal and benign,
rooted but aggressive rapists, and ambulatory rapists. That
is the last category can move about and are not rooted to one
location. These last ones are the most dangerous for they can
come upon one in areas that just moments before were clear of
any present danger."
"Of the animals; there is again the normal or at least some
what recognizable to me from the zoological records on ship
and my own personal experience upon other worlds. I should
point out that all the plants and animals here are all
strangely mutated from anything I have found categorized. But
still there is those that are similar in shape and behavior
and tend to be passive and often beneficial for survival.
Then there is the second degree where things become dangerous
but not necessarily aggressive. And the third where I find
the creatures not only aggressive and hostile but almost
universally of one mind to rape me!"
"I suppose in some odd way I should note that it may be
better that most of the larger or more complex creatures seem
always pre-destined to be so single minded in mating with me
rather than say killing me or eating me!
Otherwise I would have certainly died a long time ago!
Despite my bodies new abilities."
"I have designated this third stage of threat 'rapetoids' and
as this situation is so utterly unique in the annals I have
christened this planetoid 'RAPETOID'."
Thong moved about the ship's cabin. All external scanners
were down. Short and long range inoperable. Other than this
secondary command deck and the medical bay directly adjacent
to it nothing else in the ship seemed to have enough
components left undamaged to work. External transmissions
were unable to pierce the Rapetoids strange atmosphere and
the unnatural beam that seemed to originate from the
uncharted but uninhabited world of Vespine Five.
As usual there was nothing to do in the charred remains of
the Excelsior but add to her erratic log and to run scans of
her changed body in the medical bay which she would then add
as supplemental to her log. The medical bay also allowed her
the one and only truly safe place to sleep on Rapetoid. And
there was a fresh and relatively safe water source near the
crash site where she could bathe. The ships water was long
gone and so were its food supplies all processors destroyed
in the initial crash.
The Excelsior was a class five star ship making it little
more than a cargo transport. She had been stripped and
refitted for deep space travel and sent on this strange
mission to make long range mapping scans of the Vespine
systems planets at the last possible second by the company
that owned the ship. Who was behind such a decision or why
such a mission was delegated to such a ship and crew was
curtailed from Thong's briefing.
But after the initial shock of the crash she was stunned by
the sheer number of ships that littered Rapetoid. Such a loss
of ships and crews had never been reported officially and no
rumor of such loses had been whispered about the space ports
and docks. But only something at the highest guild level
could keep such things quiet.
Thong slept in the medical bay and woke ready for another
extended period of exploration and survival. She dared not
tarry too long in the immediate area around the outside of
the ship. For though the survivors of her crew had long
forgot about space ships and crashed wreckage she had found
her changed body now produced a very powerful aphrodisiacs
pheromone scent that could be picked up over great distances
by all class three rapetoids! She had to be constantly on the
move!
To linger in any one place for too long was to risk battle
and possible capture. And all captures meant rape;
incessant rape. Rape that lasted hours at least and if the
creature sexually assaulting her was not one of her own
mutated species, it meant hours of impregnation and birth to
some creature that would rapidly grow into yet another raping
monster hunting/haunting her every future step!
Thong hurried to the waterfall that was near the crash site
of the Excelsior and shedding her sole garment, her thong,
she slipped into the cool frothy water under the mid-day sun
and enjoyed her relaxing swim as the rushing shallow pools of
water the pocketed the slab of stone over which the rushing
rills of the falls fell a second time into a plunging depth
below. Lost in churning mist and massive purple and gold and
blue canopies of the jungle valley below.
Laying under the sun basking herself dry she once again
dawned her lone fury garment and set out at a brisk pace for
the area was too rocky for raping plants to find root or
tumble across and too open on this side of the falls for any
rapetiod beasts to hide and spring out upon her. She had an
open view in all directions this high up on the cliff walls
where the Excelsior had shattered herself so long ago.
But her eyes darted warily and her nostrils quivered upon the
breeze not only for her own chaste protection but as she was
hungry and needed to find quarry soon.
Just at the edge of the open expanse before she turned down
into the thick shadows of the jungle proper Thong paused and
gave one last backward glance, as she always did, to the self
made grave of her ship and then gave a little wiggle of her
hips and was gone like a fish slipping away into the murky
shadows of the shallows, perhaps to disappear under some
slimy sunken log leaving one wondering if there had been
anything there at all.
Thong decreased her pace when she entered the jungle forest.
The rapid trot across the rocky expanse of the slopping cliff
side had been exhilarating and it left her always bouncing
bosom feeling tingling and her jaw a little sore where her
bounties had leapt up and struck her at every jiggling
jogging stride.
Her breasts were certainly he weakness. For as soon as a
rapetoid plant put its milk suckers on her nipples and began
to suckle her mind transformed from agitated battle fury to
warm dizzy lusts and her thighs so willingly parted to
welcome the large phallus that would soon be inside her.
Thong never mentioned this in her logs. Never mentioned that
her changed body came with an almost insatiable lust that was
so easily triggered by the slightest touch. Her arousal
flamed so quickly out of no where.
Even just the sight of a particularly large penis could have
her suddenly dizzy and breathless. Her mind so often clear
and tactical now suddenly sodden and feverish with boiling
lusts. It was not something she was used to and she avoided
recording it in her logs. The last thing she wanted was
someone someday possibly finding her logs and realizing that
the planet had made her a sluttish whore!
It was true. She did not always 'lose' every battle that
resulted in rape and she did not always flee from her mutated
cave men peers. Sometimes she encouraged their rough amorous
needs. And she never mentioned that in her logs despite her
always recording that the ape-men were a constant danger to
her in the most animalistic ways. She never mentioned that
they in fact worshiped her like a goddess. Their crude camps
all bore images carved of wood or bone of her or formed of
clay or drawn however crudely upon their cave walls. Yes they
raped her on sight but many had died fighting to protect her
from even more fearsome ferocious monsters.
She never mentioned that a strong primitive need to fornicate
had overtaken her as well as soon as she had breathed that
peach scented air.
Strange about the air; for all her searching she had found
almost all forms of delectable abundance of fruit and
vegetable and roots but had never stumbled across anything
that bore a semblance to a peach?
She feasted now on the move from passing bushes of berries
and large heavy laden bowed bobbing branches of soft blue
juicy fruit trees. She avoided killing for meat unless it was
fish for it seemed odd to kill on a planet where nothing died
but from violence. A planet of eternal life. That and she
found camp fires a risky invitation to any passing rapetoid
that might have missed her beguiling sexual provocative
scent!
In fact, Thong realized she had the 'itch' and the
anxiousness simply would not leave her throbbing loins! She
turned her silent tread to the nearest ape-man camp. They
were not survivors of her wreaked ship but a group from a
farther off crash site. Her own cavemen had taken up
residence on the other side of the cliffs as that is the
direction the survivors of the Excelsior had all taken.
On this side of the cliff ridge there was a long sweeping
valley that flowed out with the subterranean rivers that
bursted out here into a wide expanse of jungle. On the other
side was a more open expanse with less vegetation that lead
to distant volcanoes. The land was more grass savannah and
was populated with vast herds of herbivores. But it also had
its carnivores as well.
Still her crew had gone as far in that direction as they
could before the rapid steady mutations robbed them of any
desire or need of direction and they had wandered a short
distance further. Setting up their caveman home in some
kopies of rock and dirt. Hills upon which they lived and
hunted in an almost mindless state of primitive survival.
Other than worshiping her and gang raping her on sight they
seemed happy enough to just lounge about between hunts
scratching themselves and endlessly masturbating. This seemed
true of all the caveman/apeman tribes that dotted the areas
around crashed space ships.
Thong choose to slake her lusts with the valley tribe because
they were closer and because on average they were larger in
the business department of their manhood and Thong had found
she liked very large penises much more than smaller ones!
Thong traveled rapidly now her mind racing with the thoughts
of the hours if not days of passion her presence would entice
from the caveman tribe. But when she arrived at the campsite,
a squalid shabby dwelling of logs leaned against several
large boulders creating the most rudimentary of lean-tos, she
was surprised to find not a single apeman in the place.
That they all should have collectively gone out on a hunt was
unusual but the fact that she had purposefully came upon the
area traveling upwind so as to announce her arrival and bring
the tribe of cavemen to a frenzied lust of anticipation and
sexual excitement only to find no one dancing in place to
welcome her seemed to suggest that the entire tribe had
traveled in a much further radius than their normal hunting
and gathering ventures tended to take them. For the wind at
her back was strong and she was certain the whole valley
could scent her womanly needs!
In fact she was a little shocked that no creature or
ambulatory plant had not set an ambush for her brazen
approach for she had made no effort to conceal her movements
as her current need for sexual release was no very great and
her raging horniness had her vision red tinged with want and
unfulfilled desire.
Puzzled Thong strove through the camp and noted the sloven
cluttered place had an even more knocked about look to it
than usual. She had never known a tribe to attack another
tribe and yet there where no tracks of a large animal or
plant that could have raided the place. There was no signs of
combat struggle, no blood, no pug marks of churned up earth,
and yet there were definitely spore of a rapid mass exodus
for there were the unmistakable footprints of the what could
only be the entire enclave moving as one body and in a
concentrated clump at a rapid pace off into the trees away
from her approach?!
There were only three choices; one Thong could simply bite
the bullet and self pleasure herself until the released pent
up passions diluted her needs and she could think more
clearly again. This was not ideal as she knew from experience
that the more she self induced orgasm upon herself the great
her hunger for release grew?! No, flicking the bean was not
going to get her anywhere but still even more horny after the
expenditure of several lost hours of daylight.
Two; she could reverse her steps and visit the next closest
tribe her own cavemen from her own ship out on the
grasslands. That was a long trek. She would have to pass
through much of the plains by moonlight when the worse of the
carnivores hunted. Not all creatures on Rapetoid thought she
was a juicy piece of ass, some did indeed think of first
foremost and entirely as a tasty morsel to consume. And
almost all of these non-sexual threatening beasts lived on
the savannahs. No, with her mind in its present state of
percolating lusts trying to sneak across the open tundra by
unreliable moonlight was not a good idea.
Three she could follow the trail left by the fast moving
tribe of cavemen/apemen who had so suddenly and recently
abandoned their camp and try and over take them and put them
to work on fixing her problem. The trail hinted that they had
left only a few hours before her arrival. Perhaps they had
not picked up her scent before leaving? But why had they left
in such an unusual manor?
The third choice at least was the quickest. Though the
cavemen had left in a hurry she was confident she could
overtake them. True their endurance was far beyond her own
and they could outdistance her if they were still moving at
their hurried pace. But if they had traveled but a short
distance or paused upon their apparent flight then her much
faster movement would overtake them.
If she could reach them before she tired then she was certain
to gain their attention. If they were still moving without
pause and at their initial speed then she would need to stop
and rest and would not overtake them until they did stop for
they could never beat her in a sprint but over the long haul
their iron limbs seemed never to tire!
There of course was a fourth choice; she could simply seek
out a rapetoid and let it do its will upon her. The plants
and beasts had some of the largest manhood's on the
planetoid. But such an act would mean certain impregnation
and the discomforts and pain of hours of childbirth!
No, the cavemen/apemen might not be as 'full-filling' down
there with their smaller tackle but they also couldn't knock
her sexy ass up!
Thong set off after the valley tribe at a trot. Enjoying the
sharp slap of her tits against her chin as she smiled at the
tingling her jostled boobs sent thrilling through her already
throbbing body.
Thong stopped at the slight rise where the jungle gave way to
another expanse of open tundra. This was different from the
grasslands that now lay several hours behind her on the other
side of the cliff ridges. This expanse was of gray blue-black
soil and barren rock. The area was dotted with small
miniature volcanoes the billowed smoke and cracked earth out
of which water boiled and foul things could suddenly pop
forth. Trees stunted to heights only half her body size clung
to serrated spiky grassy knobs and knolls. It was a place of
fast running birds that seldom burst into flight but
zigzagged in steaks of dull brown feathers and gray plumes of
dust.
Each settled tribe more or less fell into a territory. Out of
which they never ventured. And yet they were not violent
about their borders. When new crash ships slipped forth a new
group of radically and rapidly transforming survivors; the
previous cavemen simply accepted them in without any sign of
agitation.
When a natural disaster or sudden increase in violent attacks
by animals or plants made a settled area untenable the
nomadic tribe could cross across any area already settled to
find better lodgings. If they settled in an area with a
previous occupying tribe they never made a new camp nearby
but always moved into the pre-existing one.
If too many settled in an area so that its ecosystem could no
longer support them; the tribe would seem to split and one if
not both groups would wander off. There never seemed to be
any inherent hostility between the tribes.
Which was why Thong was so perplexed.
For the valley tribe of apemen had left their area and
ventured into an inhospitable place that could surely not
support any settled life. And more ever they had left the
shattered and bloody remains of several dead apemen in ther
wake.
These cavemen had not died by monster or plant attack. Thong
had too often seen what the primitive crude wooden clubs of
the strong steel muscled wielding cavemen could do to prey
and monster alike. She could not tell for certain if these
half dozen now dead cavemen had been nomads of this wasteland
or from members of the tribe she was following; their heads,
in true caveman combat fashion, had been savagely pummeled
into pulps as to make any recognition impossible.
Not once in the tracking of the group had Thong seen a sign
of their slacking of their pace and not once had she come
across any rapetoid. To travel so many hours and not see one
rapetoid plant or animal upon the ground, in the trees,
flying in the air, was impossible!
The planetoid was swarming with them! They were everywhere!
Yet she had followed an almost straight line from the
abandoned valley camp and seen nothing. The scent carrying
wind had remained steady at her back; and while it was
certainly possible not to have stumbled upon any 'fixed'
raptoid plants it was utterly unlikely that any moving
creature would not have picked up her scent and ambushed her
by now?! That the cavemen she was pursuing would not have
stopped and raced toward her was also perplexing for surely
she was near to overtaking them now and her pheromone scent
must be strong upon them?!
A great sense of unease of perplexing bewilderment was
pursing down her heady lusts and putting a sickening
queasiness into her churning stomach. Apemen/cavemen never
killed one another. Ever!
However strange this savage land had always been since she
had first stepped upon it; it had its cadence, it's unspoken
rules, and now something had just broken them; changed them?!
Beyond the low rise upon which she warily paused she could
see another such higher rise immediately before her. She was
certain the tribe must be visible from that rise for the
earth churned up before her by their tracks was fresh enough
to be still black and not yet turned gray by the heat of the
setting sun. Dark was falling fast and twilight was so brief
that it simply brought in the canopy of stars and collapsed.
Thong sucked in the briny air. She had never ventured this
far in this direction before. There was a salt bite in the
soil at her feet and she did not like the feel of the place.
The night brought no moon and only a vast deep array of stars
dimly light the earth and with their arrival the wind dropped
leaving a humid stifling air upon which a sudden army of
hidden insects began to loudly creetch and whine and clatter.
In darkness now and her lusts replaced by a fearful unease;
Thong slipped as silently as possible down the embankment and
up the other side of the draw. Her feet and hands digging
into the sandy fish-oil smelling soil as she inched her way
carefully to the top.
There she half lay in the tuffs of saw grass. It's yellow
pale serried long strands tickling her nipples as her eyes
widen at the panorama below her.
For there upon a stretch of shore where an ocean she had
never known about, not the dozen or so cavemen she had been
following and thought to see; but hundreds of cavemen and
hundreds of rapetoids of shambling plant and hulking monsters
all stood ignoring each other and bobbed and weaved in place
all staring at the lone figure of a woman who stood upon the
prowl of a mighty ship!
Hundreds of cavemen?! She quickly recognized almost every
tribe she had come across! And hundreds of rapetoids such
hostile monsters and plants all so penitently tranquil before
the lone woman.
Above her the sky was thick with rapetoid flyers. A bonfire
burned bright upon the beach; built of drift wood by the
cavemen who had no knowledge of fire. But the area was
immolated in glowing green light now that the sun had set by
large searchlights set in the prowl of the huge beached ship;
that danced over the mesmerized impossible crowd.
The ship its self seemed to have been fashioned piecemeal
from the hulks of dozens of crashed space ships. Large paddle
wheels set at is stern while its deck swarmed with cavemen
and rapetoids the former armed with flashing swords and axes
fashioned out of scavenged ship metal. The latter were simply
of the largest sized rapetoids of their individual subspecies
Thong had ever seen before.
The lone woman was obviously in charge and all seemed to bow
and worship and grovel and gyrate before her just as many of
them had once done not so long ago before her. But Thong
could not help to notice that none of the cavemen or
creatures where savagely trying to rape the lone women.
Instead they seemed to be rapt in attention to her voice. For
Thong could just make out the sound of her voice but not the
words. She was giving some kind of speech. And from the look
of the gangplanks being lowered it was some kind of welcoming
recruitment speech?!
Thong remained in hiding until night settled more firmly
around her and then mindful of the sweeping spot lights she
inched closer as the ship began to swallow up all upon the
shore and the flying fiends made their home in the large
masts and complex rigging of the deck. She apparently could
use sail as well as paddle wheel to move about.
Thong made her way close enough to make out the woman's
words. She was apparently calling her self Beast-Babe and she
seemed to have some kind of hypnotic influence upon all male
life on this planet that fell within her range. An influence
far beyond Thong's simple lusty pheromones!
Thong remained until the ship back paddled its way through
the low surf and she noted it was joined by several more such
barks that filled the air and splashed the waters of that
dead sea with its wheels of locomotion and spotlights. A
crack of cannon fire seemed to be the signal that announced
the dowsing of the spotlights and the raise of sails and
churn of purposeful wheels. And the tall ships lurched and
crawled away into the darkness.
Thong had dropped suddenly at the unexpected crack of the
cannon and only her built in air bags on her chest had kept
her from cracking a chin upon her knees.
She looked down at her massive breasts now squeezed by her
thighs and haunch position and realized how small they now
seemed compared with that rack that Beast-Babe was sporting.
Suddenly she felt very small and silly. She had been a horny
goddess just a few hours ago and the undisputed ruler of this
weird chunk of rock. She lived, more or less, in a modern
luxury of a crashed space ship of which she had been the
captain while all others around her slept in dirt with bloody
clubs for pillows.
Now she was just a lone scavenger staring after the wake of
Coleoptera who was sailing down the Nile with all her Mark
Anthony's while she was going to have to trudge back alone
and hungry and yes still god damn horny! To her battered
class five star ship.
That Beast-Babe had filled her with unease. There was
something vastly wrong about her. She was filling ships full
of slaves, and suddenly thinking of the murdered bodies of
the cavemen just over the ridge, it was obvious that Beast
Babe was not taking 'no' for any kind of answer when she
extender her beckoning welcome call.
There was now a new alpha predator on Rapetoid and she was
sailing around in black twisted ships filling them with an
army who lived only to do her bidding.
Thong shuddered. It was only a matter of time before their
paths crossed again. She had better get ready for it. She at
least had the advantage of knowing about Beast-Babe while
Beast-Babe still thankfully knew nothing of her!
Thong turned and set her course back to the remains of the
Excelsior her spear slung across her shoulder her mind lost
in worried thought while her free hands played at her nipples
and clit.
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THE AROUSING ADVENTURES OF AMAZING BABE!
AMAZING BABE in THE HEIST!
Amazing Babe looked at the large poster shellacked with paste
to the brick wall. It was a large advertisement for the new
AMAZING BABE COMIC! She had been all beaming smiles when she
had unexpectedly stumbled across it in the alleyway. But now
she was frowning and fuming.
Someone had crossed out and rewritten part of the blurb, 'THE
AMAZING ADVENTURES OF AMAZING BABE CHEERLEADER OF JUSTICE!'
Was now instead of saying 'AMAZING' adventures, it now said,
'ANAL' adventures!?
"What is it about my ass?! Why am I the only super heroine in
Delta City who seems to have every pervert and freak job in
town obsessed with my pert bubble butt buns?! I mean, every
photo of me on the internet seems centered on my ass?! I have
won beauty pageants people! I am a model for gosh sakes! I
have a refined beautiful face that guys should be blowing nut
juice over and one hell of a set of jugs?! So why the hell
does every whack job in this city seem to be fixated on my
ass?!"
Amazing Babe sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she
slowly shook her head and planted one hand upon her perfect
full round hip. "I wouldn't mind it so much if every time I
get defeated the bad dudes didn't insist upon using my corn
hole to pop their cork into?! I mean. It seems like it's the
first thing they always go for and its where they tend to
stay. If this keeps up I am going to get a complex or
something?"
Amazing Babe dropped her shoulders in a sigh and her sight
fell across the defaced poster and for the first time she
noticed someone had painted a word balloon next to her
smiling head and filled it with the words; "DO ME IN THE ASS!
AND MAKE ME CHEER!"
Once again Amazing Babes beautiful super model face clouded
over in anger and her brow furled. "Some shmuck artiest
worked along time on this people! Let's show some respect!
ARGGG!" The young teen punched the poster causing the wall to
crumble slightly after finding she could not tare the pasted
image off the wall with her gloved fingers.
"Stupid idiots! Goddess help me if people ever find out I
actually get off big time on anal sex?! It's my sexual
perversion weakness!"
"Hey there!"
"Ugh!" Amazing Babe screeched in shock at the loud and nearby
salutation. She recovered from her instinctive recoil and
looked up to see two young girls hovering in the air.
From their slutty attire and the fact that they were floating
a meter above her head she instantly deduced that they were
super heroines. "Um, hi? Ah, you didn't happen to over hear
any of that about my being into anal sex did you?" Amazing
Babe forced a big smile as her face blushed deeply.
"I am Cherie Leigh and this is my bff B.J. Knightly! We have
been looking all over for you Omega Woman!'
Ah, wha- I'm not Omega -"
"The Omega Sisterhood has recently splintered into two
groups. The new group is called the Dominion. The Dominion
has decided too little is being done by the current
sisterhood leadership to stop the invasions of galaxies by
the Breeders! So they selected us from a nearby orphanage and
triggered our dormant powers and set us up with a cool secret
moon base from which to fight Breeder incursions in this
sector!"
"Geesh! Cherie it isn't going to be a secret moon base for
long if you keep blabbing about it to everyone we meet!"
"Oh. Right. Sorry B.J. Anyway even though we aren't really
working with you or the sisterhood we thought we should find
you out and tell you what's gong on!"
"After all we know the sisterhood doesn't even acknowledge
you as a real Omega Woman and never tells you anything."
Amazing Babe blinked at the two young looking girls. They
didn't wear masks and their tops consisted of a gold band
around their lower chest right under their very large
breasts. Attached to this band was two long pieces of silken
cloth which was pulled up over their breasts and tossed over
their shoulders where it fluttered in un-felt breezes.
Otherwise they wore opera gloves and some of the smallest g
string panties she had ever seen (geesh! Doesn't anyone wear
hot pants anymore?!) And knee-high boots.
They hovered there almost glowing and smiling down at her.
Amazing Babe blinked and then began to mutter in a soft
confused voice, "but I am not Omega-"
"Anyway see you around!" And Cherie, a freckled faced girl
with short Q-tip red hair shot up into the air and raced away
in a blur.
"Yeah, try to stay out of our way. Oh, and there is some kind
of robbery going on about two blocks from here. We only do
Breeders, but I know you are into the local crime thing.
But hey, that's what the schism was all about, right?"
Knightly who had dark black hair worn in twin tails and even
bigger breasts than the top heavy Cherie gave a two finger
salute and raced off at an even faster speed than her
companion.
Amazing Babe blinked and then shook her head. "Hey! I'm not -
Whoa! A robbery?!" And she leapt up into the air and darted
away.
The robbery was a bank and since it was after three a.m. the
street was thankfully deserted. The perpetrator was not hard
to miss. He was the guy walking down the street with a large
hole in the bank wall behind him and a large safe across his
bent back. The weight of which was causing his feet to sink
into the tarmac of the street. Alarms bellowed in the air but
the police siren response cars were still blocks away and the
hulk of a man was making steadily for the near by docks where
no doubt a boat was waiting for him!
"Wow! You're strong! I'll give you that. But dumber than a
post! Seriously you just walked up to a freaking bank and
punched your way in and ripped the safe out and now plan to
lug it away?! Seriously, what's your IQ? Single digits? Don't
worry I am sure its bigger than your penis!" Amazing Babe
hovered above the man who did not slow or deviate from his
steady tread toward the docks a hundred meters away.
He didn't even glance up at her. He just ignored her and
grunted along. Step by step.
"Wow. Like talking to a jackass. You got a name, buddy?"
Amazing Babe hovered alongside him a few meters above
matching his slow stride with her arms crossed under her huge
breasts her face caught between a grin and deadpan disbelief.
"Heist."
"Ah, was that your name or were you trying to remember what
you were doing before the shinny lights distracted you?" The
police where pulling up at the bank with its ruptured stone
wall now a block behind them and Amazing Babe reasoned it
would take them a minute or two to look their way.
"I am Heist."
"Okay. Were you up all night thinking that one up? If your
chosen profession had involved doughnuts would your name be
Baker? Look muscle man you name is about to be License Plate
Maker. I give you perks for being strong. You are probably
the strongest guy I will ever have the pleasure of kicking
his ass up and down a three a.m. street on a Wednesday night
into a Thursday morning.
But don't let my hottie looks and witty banter fool you I
could easily pick you and that safe up and use the both of
you to shoot hoops with. So why not just drop the safe and
lay down on the ground and we can all call it a night. After
all I might break a nail or get blamed yet again for some
collateral property damage and we don't want that do we?"
Amazing Babe looked quickly back up the street where the
oblivious cops were walking in and out of the bank slipping
on the rubble pile and scratching their heads. She definitely
wanted to wrap this up before one of them did see them at the
bottom of the hill and opened fire. While she was certain a
rain of bullets wouldn't be too much of a problem for her to
deal with she felt there was more to this situation than it
first appeared and she would rather have Mister Heist here
alive and non-riddled so he could answer her with some more
of his monosyllable grunts. After all he was certainly the
most agreeable and polite bank robber she had met all day!"
Amazing Babe looked back over her should at the sound of a
sudden loud splash. Heist had covered more distance at a much
faster pace than she realized with his large slow strides and
they were now down at the T-heads of the docks.
Heist and the safe were no where to be seen but the lapping
water roiled in conciliar widening circles. "He jumped into
the bay?! Poop!"
There was no way in hell she was going to head back up that
hill street to inform the bewildered police that she had just
let a guy walk away with a bank safe held across his back.
Still the water looked gray, oily, and cold!
She waited for several minutes circling the 'splash site'
brooding as to what to do. There was no sign of him coming up
anywhere for air. She buzzed the yachts and fish trawlers
that lay at dock. "Maybe he tossed the safe into the bay and
hid in one of the nearby boats?"
Nope. Both he and the safe must have jumped into the bay and
sunk like the proverbial bricks straight to the bottom of the
harbor.
With a loud sigh and collapsing of her shoulders Amazing Babe
gave a last touch and glance at her just washed hair and dove
head first into the grimy sludgy bay water!
The gray water was yellow and green under the surface and
every piling and tossed load of trash was covered in a brown
slime. She could hold her breath for a very long time but not
near as long as this Heist had so far done which made her
wonder if he was a man at all?
The bottom was surprisingly far down. Several dozen meters at
least and it took her a while to reach it. She had never
stopped to wonder why she could fly in the air effortlessly
if a bit slower than most super heroines who could fly, but
once in water she had to 'swim"?!
But she did now as she was tugged about by the tide and
current as she moved her arms and legs a little less graceful
than she would have liked as her dim vision tried to make out
where the man and safe had gone to?
"I'm ruining my hair for this?!" She growled inside her head
as she swam ass up and head down trying to make her way along
the bottom looking for foot prints in the yucky muck or tell
tale clouds of recently kicked up sediment.
There seemed to be nothing. And worse it was becoming obvious
that some of the fish trawlers above her were now bustling to
make underway. This filled her ears with dull thuds and sharp
metical echoes as engines were primed and readied.
Her lungs were beginning to burn and her eyes were blurring
and she was just about to give up and head up to the surface
when she saw him!
He was several meters away and moving even more slowly than
before but just as steady walking across the slimy muck
sinking in almost to his knees with each step.
She would not have seen him at all but for the dull roar of a
motor and the pulling away of a boat above which removed the
shadow it was casting and let the feeble lights of the dock
to slink down into the depths with a tad more strength.
She began to swim toward him but realized she would never
make it before she drowned and instead shot up to the surface
to break and tread water and gasp loud long gulps of air into
her bursting lungs.
By the time she had recovered her senses and felt the numbing
chill of the water that was making her teeth chatter forcing
her to make a decision to abandon the water for the air or
dock or plunge back down again in pursuit she took a big gulp
of air and jack knifed down splashing her ass upon the
surface for one momentary flash of her perfect peach
glistening under the large mercury lights and filling one
glancing half sleepy sailor with sudden thoughts of mermaids!
It took her quiet awhile to locate him again. Things, shapes,
distance all looked so different underwater. She swam as
rapidly as she could toward him. He seemed utterly unaware of
her approach but before she could reach him he had stepped up
and into a large underwater pipe.
Again so close but with lungs burning and eyes red with tears
she shot upward again and spent several minutes sucking in
gasps of raw night chilled air.
This time she positioned herself as best she could upon the
surface treading water over where she thought the pipe
opening would be before sucking in a lung full of air and
diving underwater again. Once more she flashed her buttocks
at the world only now all her activities had crept her skin
tight hot pants so far up the backside of her full round
cheeks that she flashed a pale full moon of her own back up
at the full moon starting to wane in the sky with dawns
nearing approach.
She found the pipe and forced her way into it against the out
going current that issued from it. It was pitch dark inside
the pipe and she rushed forward holding nothing back as she
swam and pulled herself along using the rusted ridges of the
barnacle encrusted outlet pipe as best she could.
The roaring in her ears and the burning in her lungs plus the
bite of brine in her mouth added to the fear of drowning she
kept firmly suppressed but she was more shocked to meet the
gentle rise of the pipe and find herself staggering into
waist deep water and sputtering for breath than if she had
drowned.
The inky pipe gave way to a concrete and brick sewer where
she leapt up into the air only to fall back down with a loud
splash back on her most perfect round ass!
"UGH! Looks like I am going to have to walk a while until I
have recovered my strength." The cheerleader of justice
pulled herself up out of the main channel of the storm sewer
and up onto the raised platform walkway that ran along one
side of it.
Dim lights shown from wire basket yellow bulbs along the side
walls and from sewer grating above. She looked about her
quickly and was relieved when she found a large wet splash
mark upon the pavement upon which she stood and wet boot
prints that quickly evaporated away. But before they vanished
in a few strides they showed her the course of her prey and
that he was not that far a head of her!
Though she was certain that she was not far behind the man
called Heist she was perplexed that her rapid movent through
the maze of brick arches and iron gated doorways did not lead
her to suddenly see him. He proved to be farther ahead than
she had guessed and as she shivered and her teeth chattered
as her wet skin tight uniform did nothing now to warm her or
hide her body with any modesty;
she groaned in disappointment when the dark sewer tunnel lead
suddenly into a very large circular chamber with dozens of
openings and ladders leading up to several more levels of the
same.
"A cistern! I was afraid of this! He could have gone
anywhere?! Well he could not have climbed up any of those
iron ladders. Not carrying a safe that weighs several tons.
And he could not have gone down any of those smaller tunnels
lugging it along as its about the size of a large car! It
would never have fit!"
"Still there are still a half dozen ways he could have gone!
Well at least the area is much brighter here." Her gloved
finger tips sought out instinctively the ends of her hair and
pulled at them; an old habit of hers when she was thinking.
But she resisted an urge to look at her hair for she knew it
was ruined and she could smell the fish stench upon her body.
She sighed. The thunder of a subway rattled nearby.
"Hmm, there is a subway tunnel nearby? I wonder what line?
Maybe he has left the storm drains for the train lines? It
would make sense. Unless he plans to bash his way into the
safe down here and then leave with his ill gotten gains. But
why carry the safe this whole way? Why did he not simply rip
off the door at the bank and take what he wanted there? From
what I have seen of this man I am sure he could have done
so."
Following the sound of the trains Amazing Babe selected a
nearby tunnel and proceeded down it.
She soon found a steel door and a few meters farther along
the door frame where it had once been attached. She looked
back at the mangled door where it lay crumpled up like an
empty bag of potato chips and the wrenched frame. "Yep, that
would our man all right. But what gives? There is no way by
my famous fanny that he got that huge ass safe through that
door!"
Amazing Babe walked up to the twisted metal door frame set in
the brick wall and peered cautiously through it. "Oh..."
There on the other side of the brick wall was Heist he was
placing the safe on a flat bed train car.
"But how did he?" Amazing Babe looked around her and her
attention was caught by a pile of twisted chain link fence
and galvanized poles lying near the open door way. She looked
above her and realized that the brick wall only rose halfway
up on this platform and that the upper half was or had been
composed of chain link fence and posts connecting from the
top of the wall up into the ceiling. "He threw it over the
wall and through the fence like it was nothing?"
Amazing Babe stepped up into the air and began to fly toward
Heist who had not seen her yet. "He's even stronger than I
gave him credit for! Better go for the cheap shot and take
him down fast!"
The large enclosed space Amazing Babe now found herself in
was an underground railway yard. Dozens of tracks and cranes
and work sheds lay around her and numerous trains and box
cars and a large roundabout circular switching track lay
between her and Heist. Perhaps if her strength had not been
so sapped by the cold water she could have flown a bit faster
as was when she shot forward to land her double fisted
extended arm sucker punch into the back of Heists head he may
not have whipped around and snapped on her wrists those heavy
steel bracelets and then flung her bodily into the side of
the safe!
He was fast! Much faster than she could ever have imagined.
She had seen him with several tons of safe on his back
plodding along. But now with no such burden he moved with a
adders grace and speed.
He brought his heavy elbow down upon her midsection and
knocked all the wind out of her before yanking her off the
flatbed train car where the safe now abided and slamming her
into the cinder coke ground. He grabbed the heavy manacles
that were fastened about her wrists and attached them to a
chain and with a few tugs brought her up to her knees. The
chain was attached to a hoist which had not used for loading
the safe.
Another set of heavy metal cuffs were snapped on her ankles
these also fashioned to another long chain and a few more
tugs on her chains had her now off the ground and dazed
dangling in the air.
Amazing Babe shook her head. She could not get the cobwebs
out of it nor the ringing in her ears. She could just make
out the flat bed with the safe, now hidden under a tarp,
being slowly pulled out of the underground service station by
a train engine.
"So there he goes with the safe again?!" She thought to
herself. "Getting a bit dull this cat and mouse! Need to get
my wits about me and break these tinker toy chains and catch
that bastard!"
Just then she felt her chains yank and rustle and herself
swaying in the air and then the sharp rotted flower
serpentine scent of chloroform filling her lungs as a heavy
pad was smashed over her nose and mouth!
"Oh no! Wha-! Who is that?!" Her mind raced in surprise for
she had thought only the two of them had been in the train
yard?!
Then her racing mind lost its root and spun off into ghosts
of rambling chittering shattered glass that dripped honey
over all her will and glued her down into a dissolving puddle
of lollipop time.
A voice hovered like a covey of black birds in a topsy-turvy
sky and rose and fell like ice cold transparent glass waves.
"I am Heist and I have beaten you and I claim my prize."
Amazing Babe felt her soaking wet hot pants ripped down her
suspended leges and a burning hot softball sized cock head
pressed up against her neither lips. But at the last second
the cock smeared with her juices and his pre-cum moved upward
and buried its self into her anus!
The heavy balls smacked rhythmically faster and faster
against her pussy lips as she grunted and groaned.
"OHHHHH! Not in my ass! Why is it always my ass! No, no! Why
dose everyone think I am some kind of anal slut puppy! No,
not my- OH GWAD!" She screamed as the orgasm ripped through
her unexpected and sudden and hung in her chains limp for
several seconds until she felt his huge load unleash inside
her bowls.
"Oh," she muttered as they both shuddered and the chains
creaked and strained. "Such a huge cock... I will be tasting
that shit covered cum in the back of my throat for days." She
whimpered as he pulled out of her and he paused in passing
only to wipe his dick off in her hair.
"Thanks." She muttered under her breath, "not like my hair
wasn't damaged enough by sewer crap and salt water."
She fought against the pull of the orgasm wake and the
chloroform to raise her head and watch him disappear down one
of the train tunnels. "Okay, so you gonna call me or am I
going to catch you latter?! I am going to nail your fucking
ass! I am going to fist fuck your shit hole until your balls
fall off bastard! I am not some kind of anal slut! You hear
me?! I don't know where this started but I am not and have
never been and never will become some backdoor mama! You get
it?! I have a pussy and a mouth! Just like all the other
Delta City super heroines! Why does- why -everyone fuck me in
my shitter? Why- this has got to stoooooop." Amazing Babe
succumb to the vortex of the drug and hung slack in her
chains. Where the train yard workers found her an hour latter
at the beginning of their shift.
And where they took turns dumping their own loads one by one
into the worlds most perfect cheerleader ass.
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