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THROUGH THE GLASS STARKLY
Green Specter rubbed a gloved finger tip along side her
temple and frowned at the computer screen. Even in the acidic
moonlight glow of the flickering monitor screen in the
otherwise dark room her radiant beauty was surreal and
magical.
Her long reddish blonde hair hung down like a golden
waterfall that spilled past her pale small shoulders. Even
the hunter's green mask she wore and the heavy make-up she
used under it to further the hiding her identity did nothing
to dim the gem-like iridescent splendor of her ice blue gray
large glittering smoldering eyes. Even in the sneer at her
own confusion at the baffling array of facts that slid like a
pod of killer whales under the arctic ice sheet across the
screen did nothing to lessen the dazzling entrancement of her
thick pillow lips perpetual pucker.
Green Specter fell back in the chair in a miffed slump. The
black leather chair rocking slightly combining with the bend
of her spine to set free both her large puffy areolas and her
thumb thick nipples from her deep cleavage bodice.
She sat there eyeing the monitor as the information rapidly
descended down the screen like candy from a ruptured pinata
in a revelation resistant to interpolation like a long buried
stone plinth covered in hieroglyphics of a long dead and
forgotten language. Revealing all and revealing nothing.
"How's it going?" The voice came out of Green Specter's cameo
communicator at her throat.
With a frown and sigh she reached up and tapped it to answer
it. "I finally managed to hack into the security files of the
FBI."
"Good girl! And...?"
"And nothing. The data is all here but its not exactly
telling us anything we didn't already know. Maybe the whole
thing is a bust?" Green Specter reached down and began
twisting and tugging on one of her exposed nipples. Some
women tug their ear lobes or bite on their tongue when they
are deep in thought. Green Specter liked to play with her
nipples. It had made her very popular at parties when the
Trivial Pursuit game would be pulled out of the closet by the
host.
"You're instincts have always been good. Now is not the time
to start doubting yourself."
"How about on your end of things? Any luck?"
"I managed to get my hands on some of the hard files of the
recent case from the local police. Photos and surveillance
tapes that have not been scanned or digitalized yet and
filed. I have to meet a man in Beijing about another case. I
can drop off the items at the usual drop near Seventh Street.
Can Specter Girl make the pick-up?"
Green Specter glanced at the time read out in the right
corner of her computer screen. "Ah... Yeah. She should just
be about done titty fucking Mister Rogers."
"UGH! Flunking Math class again?! All right. I will make the
drop. Azure Angel signing off."
The room fell into that silence that only waking to fresh
night fallen heavy winter snow on a cold gray day between the
hours of ten and noon can make.
It was however nine p.m. on a Thursday night in early summer.
And Summer Morgon aka Specter Girl was failing not only Math
and Science and English, but Gym class as well and would not
be done with her 'extra credit' to pass said courses for
several more hours and would certainly need a shower before
she could slip into her costume.
Axanna Morgon aka Green Specter knew that her daughter was
only failing these courses because she was up and out all
night as her side kick fighting crime and keeping the city
safe and thus falling asleep during her classes. This had not
been a problem before but with the sever increase in criminal
activity at both the thug and CEO levels since the
governments dismantling of almost all forms of federal and
local government agencies check and balance regulation; the
blonde battler had needed her daughter and side kick with her
out on patrol from sundown to sunrise. Ms. Americana and Flag
Girl tended to patrol the sunny skies of Delta City but the
more seedy elements of the night had always been the Specters
area of expertise.
Green Specter rose up out of the chair and stretched; thus
furthering slipping her nipples out of her tight green
corset. She eyed the dark windowless room around her and made
her way to its only entrance. Ms. Americana had an entire
cave for her gadgets and gizmos. The Specters made do with a
single room.
Axanna and Summer lived in the penthouse of the Morgon
building. Its lower levels housed the newspaper her husband
Nathan had founded and which after his death she had once
owned. The penthouses entire outer wall was glass. The
surrounding buildings could look in and watch her and her
daughter eat, shower, brush their teeth, sleep, everything.
There were more naked pictures and videos of Axanna and
Summer on the net than there were of Green Specter and
Specter Girl. Quiet the opposite of what could be said of Ms.
Americana and Flag Girl or any other super heroine in Delta
City. This fishbowl lifestyle made for the ultimate cover for
her and her daughters dual identities. No one would expect
the most famous socialite and notorious exhibitionist and her
equally fame starved and braless and pantyless daughter as
being the secretive shadowy Specters.
Their lone room that was not open to constant public view by
telescope wielding pervs was hidden off their privet
elevator. The elevator shaft was in the center of their glass
house. When entering the elevator there was a secret panel
that lead to their secret base room and costumes. This
elevator was both voice and hand print activated and could
only be used by the Morgon's. It was an express elevator and
could whisk them in minutes to any floor of the building as
well as whisking them to the secret sub-basement where they
had both a hidden entrance into the Delta City sewers and
storm drains as well as a secret garage holding the Specter
Mobile with a tunnel leading to three hidden exits/entrances
for the car to emerge or disappear from the city streets.
Since the Morgon's also maintained a privet area in the
parking garage for their own sports cars and limo and several
privet entrances and exits to the street level; it was not
suspicious for the mother or daughter to leave or emerge in
their apartment having eluded detection elsewhere in the
building or on the pavement immediately around it.
Green Specter grabbed the top of her one piece and yanked it
down and pressed her nipples against the palm print panel in
the wall and spoke, "Knock knock knockers." The hidden door
slid open revealing the elevator car. She entered the car and
the panel slide shut behind her as she pressed her naked
breasts against the palm print reader in the elevator car and
spoke again, "knock knock knockers... take me to the Specter
garage." The elevator cabin responded immediately and began
to whoosh down the shaft to the hidden sub basement.
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Green Specter arrived at the secret drop spot and picked up
the large envelope containing the information Azure Angel had
managed to get from the local police and returned back home;
parking the Specter Mobile back into its recharge station all
in under an hour.
The Specter secret garage also housed several computer work
stations and extra costumes and changing bathroom and was
much larger than the tiny cramped secret room upstairs in
their penthouse;
which understandably had to blend in with the acceptable size
one would expect a housing unit for an elevator and water
pipes and heating ducts and other service elements of the
penthouse that one would expect. As such most of the real
crime detection as well as all training took place in the
larger secret sub-basement.
As such Green Specter did not make her way to the elevator
shaft but instead approached one of the computer work
stations; weaving her way through several bondage machines
and wrestling mats and heavy punching bags that had dildos
mounted on them while opening the envelope.
In fact, most of the equipment in the room had rather large
dildos attached to them; whether the equipment was 'training'
related or even just some of the office chairs seat
cushions?!
Handcuffs and ball gags were lying about everywhere. And
Green Specter had to toss a few of these out of her way as
she cleared a space upon the work station desk to dump out
the contents of the large envelope.
Summer Morgon came into the sub-basement room via the
elevator; yanking her top back up from using her nipples on
the palm reader. "Great idea, mom on making it so the
elevator reader only takes us to non-secured areas when we
use our palms and to the secret secure areas when we use our
nips. But couldn't you have done something about the readers
surface temperature? That things freaking cold!"
Summer was dressed in her civilian school clothes which were
quiet disheveled. "Speaking of nips, your's have slipped out
of your top and are on full display."
Green Specter looked leaned up from the desk where she was
pawing through the stacks of photos and looked down at her
fully exposed perky nipples. "Huh, that must be why those
Junior High kids wanted so many selfies?!" She grunted and
began to tuck her nipples back into her costume as she
glanced at her daughter who was still walking up to her. "You
'pass' your summer school mid-terms, little lady?"
Summer rolled her eyes, "barely. I can remember when a hand
job was all it took. Geesh!"
"You got spunk in your hair," Green Specter nodded as she
continued the task of tucking her palm sized areolas away
under the sunken tight lip of her bustier.
"I got it in more than just my hair. Believe me!" The young
girl stopped and placed her hands on her bubble butt narrow
hips and yawned.
Green Specter glanced at the wall clock above the elevator.
It was from the Ms. Americana official trademark merchandise
line and a Christmas gift from her. It was her image with her
hands doubling as the clock hands and broadly smiling. There
were several sucker darts shot from a plastic spring toy dart
gun stuck to its clock face surface. Still the hands could be
seen despite the numerous darts and it read well past ten
o'clock.
"You should hit the showers. And then the sack. I think the
streets of Delta City can spare you for one school night."
Green Specter smiled at her daughter who only nodded and then
started heading for the open niche changing locker room and
its wall of tiled showers.
"I definitely need a shower and a douche but I am putting on
my Specter Girl outfit and not my official licensed Flag Girl
footie pajamas. Geesh! Those two always give out the crapiest
Christmas gifts! What did we give Brenda and Lydia last year
for Christmas?"
Green Specter watched her teen daughter shed her clothes as
she walked without breaking stride to the shower stalls with
the skill of a professional stripper. "Ah, I think if I
remember right we gave them a Mister Grabby inseminiod pod
that raped them and kept them knocked up until New Years."
Summer shot a shocked looking face over her shoulder back at
her mother.
"It was supposed to go to Professor Whirtler. Got the labels
mixed-up. On the bright side he really loved the vintage
Edwardian silver tea set."
Summer nodded and shrugged and now naked stepped into the
open shower stall and hit the lever and reached for the
bottle of scented body wash soap and her loofah.
Green Specter watched her young daughter suds herself up and
rinse herself off and reach for the baby oil. "Ears!"
Summer sighed and reached for her loofah and the body wash
again and began to attack behind her ears.
Green Specter returned her attention back to the desk where
she was standing half leaning over it. She keyed on a desk
light despite the constantly being 'on' over head florescent
tubes and pondered over the black and white 8 x 10 glossies.
Some were taken by police cameras and looked a lot like the
professional layouts she was use to from her modeling days.
Others were obviously stills printed out from security
cameras and were grainy and distorted.
Summer walked up behind Green Specter. She was still toweling
her hair dry but she had put on her Specter Girl costume and
mask and in that odd way of super heroines Green Specter
instantly thought of her now as Specter Girl instead of her
daughter and her tone of her voice deepened just slightly and
hardened a bit just as Specter Girl's did when she put on her
costume or saw her mother in her costume.
"You are going to have to towel down that shower stall little
lady. We don't get maid service down her in the Specter
Vault."
"Already done and done, Green Specter!" Specter Girl smiled
and then held up the towel before expertly basket ball
shooting it into the open hamper, "and it is YOUR turn to do
the laundry, Green Specter."
The teen was fairly giggling as Green Specter rolled her eyes
and glanced at the washer and dryer sitting next to the open
hamper where the towel now joined her daughters cum stained
school clothes.
The walls of the Specter Vault, as Specter Girl insisted upon
calling the sub-basement garage, were of thick poured re-rod
enforced concrete with conduit galvanized tubes housing the
electrical wires and exposed pcv pipes for the water bolted
onto its walls. Naked ducts of humming air vents and all the
items for a self-sufficient nuclear bunker were in place and
yes, there were a couple of vault type doors sunk into the
walls leading to sensitive areas but the place definitely
looked more like a basement converted into a teenage girl's
bedroom than any kind of vault. Maybe it was all those
dildos?
"So, what case are we working on tonight?!" Specter Girl
shook out her long damp hair and then slipped the reddish
blonde lengths into a scruncy hair tie and fastened a bobbing
pony tail before dropping her gloved hands to her narrow
waist.
"These are some of the local police hard copy on the Famous
Carnival case via Azure Angel. Stuff I couldn't pull up on
the net."
At the mention of Azure Angel Specter Girl's face fell into a
momentary pout as all the teen super heroines faces tended to
do. The solitary super teen ninja was a fan favorite amongst
teen boys and older men no doubt due to her huge oversized
chest cannons and thin long limbed frame. It wasn't just the
normal women of Delta City who were jealous of her; the other
super teens, busty as they were, tended to get a bit anxious
and defensive as soon as the shadow warrior showed up and
began hogging all the spot light.
It took Specter Girl a few seconds of brooding before she
realized what else her mother had just said and she frowned
as she queried, "did you say, Famous Carnival? But that case
is closed. They got the guy!"
"I am not so sure the case is entirely closed."
"Oh, come on mom. You sure that you aren't just a bit miffed
that the police managed to solve this one before we even knew
it was on our doorstep?! I mean, they did have a head start
on this case. The Famous Carnival was kidnapping teen girls
in four other states before it made it to Delta City! The
Feds were well on their tail by the time they pitched their
tents here."
Green Specter paused. Her hand hovering over a pile of photos
she had been separating out from the others and then with a
decisive speed she snatched up the top photograph from the
pile and handed it to her daughter.
"Who's this?" Specter Girl looked at the photo. It was of a
very attractive teen girl. Thin body, large bust, bubble
butt, and long dark hair.
"One of the girl's who has disappeared and still remains
missing. Like all the other girls."
"Those girl's are all long gone, mom. I mean it sucks, but
they have definitely been sold into white slavery by now.
Almost impossible to find."
"She's also your sister."
"WHAT?!"
"Step-sister actually. You see Summer when I fist met Nathan
I was one of the world's top fashion models. I was hot, sexy,
and young. I basically invented lingerie runway modeling on
one sultry night when the air-conditioning gave out. Nathan
was older, much older, than me. He was rich, powerful, and
successful. Had his own newspaper and media empire. I did not
want to marry an old goat for his money and he did not want a
trophy wife. But after we met I ditched my rock star
boyfriends and he ended up with a super model wife."
"He wasn't the loving perfect husband and father you knew him
as back then. Not yet. Sometimes a man has to stumble and
fall to stand back up again straighter than before. Nathan
stumbled when I became pregnant with you."
"I was pretty smart back then and let's face it your father
was never good at keeping secrets. I knew about his affair
even before he realized he was having one. He had ended it
about a week before I confronted him about it."
"At first I had thought it was because I was so glamorous and
so beautiful and he had just needed someone more plain and
less, well, upkeep-ish. But latter I found out the affair had
been with my long time rival that Brazilian hussy super model
Angela Winter! If ever there was a woman with more up keep
and larger tits than me it was Angela Winter!"
"Then I found out she was pregnant with HIS child! Well!
Let's just say that winter it was colder inside our penthouse
than outside on the snow buried streets. Still the thought of
losing me seemed to have had a drastic catalysts effect on
Nathan. He stopped drinking and smoking and hanging out with
his buddies down at the race tracks and gambling dens. He
sold off his shares in several boxers and his race horses and
his gray hounds and... well, he started staying home and
changing diapers. He just became the most perfect husband and
father. And of course he had never stopped loving me."
"And you never told me any of this?!" Specter Girl blurted
out her face red with anger and shock.
"First off young lady, there are some things that belong only
between a husband and wife and are of no business to their
children. And second, well you were an infant! As the years
passed so did the distance between what had happened and the
here and now."
"Besides Nathan had set up a trust fund for the girl and
mother and paid a rather large amount monthly to them as
well. He would take a few days off once a year around the
girl's birthday to spend with her, but other than that he
never had anything to do with the Winter's."
"When Nathan was killed I went to see the mother and daughter
to assure them that the monthly payment would continue and
that the trust fund would remain intact as it was. It was the
first time I had seen Angela in decades and the first time I
had seen the girl. She was stunning. She had Nathan's eyes.
And she was one of the first girl's taken by the Famous
Carnival over a month ago. Though I did not know that until I
saw a photo of her in one of the police files after Mister
Famous had been arrested last week here in Delta City."
"So, I have a step-sister? Or did."
"You still do. And we are going to find her. We are going to
find all fourteen of these missing teenage girls!"
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The Specter Mobile flew through the streets its electric gyro
turbo motor giving off the strange banshee pur for which it
was known and feared by the criminal underworld.
'KHAWWWWWSHAWWWWWAAACK!' The Specter Mobile flew around the
hair-pin corner leaving behind it it's odd silvery trademark
ghostly glowing blur image.
"I don't think Mister Famous abducted those girls. Look at
this," Green Specter reached over and punched a button on the
car's console. The live-link went up between the Specter
Vault computer and the mobile car computer and a computer
semi-transparent screen flew up on the inside of the cars
raked windshield.
"First off he has not confessed despite the weighty
circumstantial evidence against him. All these young teen
girls DID go missing at HIS carnival. But they all
disappeared without a trace. None of his employee's have a
clue about the disappearing girls and none of them have been
charged. Mister Famous is the only one unable to provide any
kind of alibi for at least three of the missing girls
disappearances."
"Here," Green Specter raised a gloved finger and jabbed it at
the floating computer screen image. "From what I have found.
Mister Famous founded his traveling carnival eight years ago.
He had been a circus high wire performer for ten years before
that at Barnstormer Brothers. Three years ago his, then wife,
ran off with the strong man and all the money. Bankrupt, he
struggled on, downsizing his acts. Recently he has been
buying back his previous acts AND expanding his attractions."
Green Specter shot over a wooden bridge the car going air
born due to the blinding the speed at which they were
traveling. "Look here," Green Specter waved her hand and the
semi-transparent page scrolled. "He bought a two headed tiger
that used to belong to Dragon Queen from Delta City Police
auction two years ago when he was in Delta City at that time.
Now, look there. He bought THAT last year when he was last in
Delta City again at police auction."
"OH MY GWAD!" Specter Girl leaned forward in her racer seat
harness and peered hard at the words and images. "I think I
see what you are getting at... poor girls. White slavers
would have been kinder.
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Specter Girl swished the nearly silent gull-wing door of the
Specter Mobile closed behind her as she looked over the large
shadowy building before her. "Where are we? And why are we
here?"
"About three miles outside the city limits at an old
abandoned dairy farm that Delta City now rents for the county
graders and maintainer's and to store road salt and brine
tanks." Green Specter strode in front of the car.
Its headlights were special beams that could only be seen
from inside the car. So for all the world the car looked like
it raced around in the dark with no headlights on.
Specter Girl shivered and grabbed her biceps and hugged
herself. "This place gives me the creeps. And again, so why
are we here?"
The crickets were almost deafening in the thick heavy weeds
and mossy damp roots of the trees ringing the building and
gravel road leading up to it. The full moon hung low on the
horizon and a low soft cold wind wound its self up like a
sprung watch under the cloudless spring/summer starry night
sky. "When you impound a traveling carnival you can't put the
thing in the downtown lock-up. They put all of Mister Famous
trailers and trucks in here."
The lock on the gate and then on the main sliding doors of
the barn-shed fell quickly before Green Specter's gadget
belt. The pair of busty slim blondes found themselves
standing in a large open space filled with trailer trucks and
panel trucks all emblazoned with the Famous Carnival logo.
"Here it is," Green Specter played her belt light off the
side of one of the panel trucks by slowly grinding her hips.
The light beam revealed, 'Famous Carnival' and directly under
it, 'House of Mirrors. A-1 - A17. Fun House extension.'
The paddle lock went the way of the previous two locks and
the Specters soon found themselves standing inside the back
of the enclosed truck. "Looks like we are going to have to
unpack this thing to get to what we are looking for."
Not only did they unpack it but considering the manor of how
it was packed and labeled they ended up setting up the entire
layout of the house of mirrors. True, it had no walls or roof
as they had not set up the tent it would have normally been
housed in but, they had set up the floor plates on the barn
floor and inserted each of the fun house mirrors into its
slot just like the layout directions instructed.
"There!" Green Specter dusted her gloved hands together. "The
whole thing went together in less than half an hour. Neat."
"So I take it this is the one, eh?" Specter Girl stood next
to a very large mirror that had a heavy gilded frame.
Something about the mirror looked ominous, foreboding, it
seemed to reek evil, perfect for a fun house.
"Yep. That's the monster," Green Specter approached the large
mirror and stood in front of it while Specter Girl looked
over its frame carved with leering grotesque distorted faces.
"Doesn't seem to have any kind of switches or levers or
anything." Specter Girl left off analyzing the frame and
stood next to her mother. "I don't get it. Why do I feel so
creeped out just standing in front of this thing."
"Well, for one thing we are standing in a hall of mirrors. A
maze. And though we have dozens of mirrors at our back and
sides not a single one of those mirrors or its reflection of
us is being reflected in this mirror."
"WHOA!" Specter Girl looked around her at her hundreds of
reflections in the maze of mirrors all around her. "You're
right! How does it do that I wonder?"
They both looked silently at the mirror before them. There
was their reflection upon what seemed a dark surface but
nothing around them; nothing other than their reflection
could be seen in the mirror.
"You notice that our reflections seem to move a bit slower
than we do?" Specter Girl began to raise and lower her arm
and Green Specter did the same. Soon both costumed women were
raising and lowering their arms and legs and watching their
reflections do the same.
"You're right! The reflections seem to be a half second
slower than us. How uncanny!" Green Specter stopped moving
about and puzzled in thought.
Specter Girl was now doing jumping jacks while watching
herself in the dark mirror surface and Green Specter looked
at her and frowned, "stop that. And tuck your nipples away."
Green Specter went back to pondering the dark glass. "I am
sure this mirror is both how and where the girls disappeared.
But I have no idea how it was done or where they are?"
"What I don't get," Specter Girl struggled to put her nipples
back into her halter top's cleavage cut out. "Is why would
anyone in their right mind buy some of the Circus of Terrors
left behind fun house mirrors?"
"Well, Mister Famous did buy them at police auction for a
fraction of what fun house mirrors cost brand new and from a
copy of the bill of sale there seems no mention of where the
police confiscated and impounded them from... Sooooo, it may
be a case of don't tell the prospective home buyer that there
was a mass murder in the basement and take the money and
run."
"Wait?! There was more than just this one gross mirror?"
Specter Girl began to look around the maze of mirrors they
were standing in a bit anxiously.
In the light of just their belt lamps the maze of mirrors had
a twisted demented shadowy aspect to their reflections amidst
the sudden eye watering blinding glare of a direct belt lamp
beam catching for a second just right in the mirrored angles.
"Ah, yes. I believe Mister Famous bought the entire mirror
maze from the Delta City police at auction and it was only by
hacking their records that I traced the mirror maze of
originally belonging to the Circus of Terror. They apparently
went to ground after our last encounter with them and several
of their circus paraphernalia was impounded by the police and
sold."
"Seriously?! You don't think that maybe it was like, a
really, really, bad idea to setup a Circus of Terror mirror
maze and then well, you know, stand right in the center of
the dang thing in the middle of some old dairy barn at
midnight?!"
"They were demented circus performers not witches. So I am
sure the time of night has nothing to do with it. I am sure
we will be perfectly all right as long as we are careful."
"Careful?! Wouldn't being careful have entailed NOT setting
up the entire mirror maze all around us?!"
"Calm yourself Specter Girl. I am sure that the only mirror
we have to concern ourselves with is the one directly in
front of us. Now, if only we can figure out how it works... I
am sure they girls were somehow captured using this mirror."
"WHOA! All the mirrors now look just like the big creepy old
dark mirror!"
"You're right Specter Girl somehow all the other mirrors are
now exact copies of the mirror in question?!"
"Did it just get darker in here? Or am I wetting my panties
for no reason?"
"It's the mirrors. I had just noticed that while I could see
our belt lamps in the original mirror hanging on our
reflections belts I could not see a reflection of their
lights upon the mirrors surface! These mirrors are not
reflecting our belt lamps light!"
"Okay, will proceed with panty wetting."
"What's that noise? I don't think we are alone in this mirror
maze anymore!"
"Seriously, G.S. I just spent six hours tonight on my knees
passing half my summer school semester orals.
My jaw is already raw and in no shape for some kind of
monster gangbang! I say we get our sexy asses out of here,
pronto!"
"I have to agree with your usual cowardliness on this one,
Specter Girl. But with our belt lamps lights being somehow
devoured by all these mirrored non-light mirroring surfaces
finding our way out of this glass maze maybe easier said than
done."
"Leave that to me, Green Specter!" Specter Girl shot out a
front leg kick stamp at the nearest mirror only to have her
leg sink into its surface up to her thigh as if it had been
plunged into an inky black pool of water. "Hey! That's ice
cold in there!"
Green Specter helped yank her daughters leg back out of the
mirrored surface. "My joy box almost became an ice box there!
Hey mom our reflections are all gone now?!"
"You're right. The mirrors are just black inky pools now.
Reflecting nothing."
"Holy diddling banjos! It's the boys from deliverance!"
"That's 'dueling banjos' Specter Girl but you're right about
the boys part! Those bald creatures coming out of the mirrors
don't leave any doubt about their sex with penises the size
of ball bats?!"
"Nor any doubt as to their intentions! They got wood!!!!!"
"Try and keep back to back. They don't look so tough despite
their oversized manliness."
"Geesh mom! It's like they are made out of rubber! I think
the dicks are stacked against us!"
"That's 'deck is stacked against us' Specter Girl. Now keep
up the fight!"
"No mom! It's dicks! This is turning into one hell of a cock
fight! I'll never eat loaves of French bread again!!!"
"Don't despair Specter Girl I think I am beginning to fathom
how this thing works now. Can you keep them occupied while I
test my theory?"
"Ah, mom these things are stripping me naked and about to
pound my holes like there's no tomorrow. PLEASE tell me
letting me get nailed by these miniature Uncle Festers is NOT
the distraction you mean?!"
"That's a good girl! Just keep them busy! I won't be long!"
"MOMMY?!... bitch."
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"Specter Girl sorry it took me a bit longer than I thought.
Er, say girls can you help me get her to her feet?"
Green Specter and the missing girls helped the naked spunk
covered worn out Specter Girl to her bare unsteady feet. The
totally fucked silly teen teetered on her wobbly knees as she
gurgled and burped seamen bubbles out of her open tongue
lolling mouth.
"There. I am sure she will be all right after a hot mug of
coco. That always works wonders on her after being up all
night. It turns out that 'you know who' who we were looking
for is a super heroine teen too! Isn't that exciting?!
Anyway, Specter Girl I want you to meet Knightshade."
The busty raven haired girl in the black mask and hooded
cloak held out her hand to the royally raped teen who sagged
and swayed on her buckled knees with her eyes rolled back in
her sperm covered head.
"Ahhhhh," Green Specter grabbed Specter Girl's limp wrist and
held it up and sort of mimed shaking hands with the busty
black haired teen who then whipped her spunk covered hand off
on her cloak with a disgusted look. "Right. So all girls
accounted for? Good! I will call a police van from the
Specter Mobile and you will all be back home before you can
say, 'get that thing out of me!' Ha! Thanks again for the
rescue assist Knightshade. I don't think I could have got
those girls out of that mirror dimension prison trap without
your help."
Knightshade gave a two fingered smiling salute and headed out
of the barn past the broken mirrors of the now shattered
maze. Only the one mirror remained unbroken and it had a
large crack across its surface. The large dark mirror, the
one with the large golden carved frame of macabre faces. All
the other mirrors had been shattered and lay in piles of
crunching glass under their feet as the group made its way
out the open barn door and into the newly rising sun.
As the girls tiredly left the barn half carrying half
dragging the naked spunk covered Specter Girl between them
they did not notice behind them the dark mirror had began to
smoke and several ominous shadowy figures stepped out of it.
The figures seemed to emerge from its surface as one black
morasses lump blob but soon they started to pull apart and
solidify into individual shapes.
One of the smaller shapes stepped out of the darkness into
the edge of sunlight of the open barn door and peered out
after the nymphs of the young girls who were now gathered
around the Specter Mobile and honking non-stop like a gaggle
of geese excited about their adventure now that they were
safe and sound from it.
Already a lone police cruiser was crunching up the gravel
drive off the main road having intercepted the call Green
Specter was still making and being in the immediate area.
A woman's hand clamped down on the shoulder of the short
figure which the light revealed to be a dwarf in clown makeup
and costume and brought it up short.
The woman who belonged to the hand spoke from the shadows as
the other shapes gathered around her, "let them go... for
now. It is a pity to let them escape. But in breaking free of
the mirror they have also unwittingly set us free from its
icy grip as well."
"Yes, Ringmaster." The demented clown replied and then smiled
a very, very, impossibly wide grin full of rows and rows of
razor sharp teeth. "It will be a surprise indeed when
everyone sees our next performance in Delta City and how our
time in the shadow realms have altered and changed us and
made us so very, very-"
"Handsome?" Another dwarf clown emerged at the edge of the
shadows his brow crowned in smoldering horns.
"No." The tall slim busty woman now with red glowing eyes in
the shadows behind the clowns raised her hand off the first
clowns shoulder and a ball of fire formed in it's palm that
elongated into a flaming whip, "... Powerful."
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