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Bird Woman: Naked Superhero

By: DaveDevlin



Yvonne finished up with her last client at six in the evening, and then stayed behind and wrote her progress notes concerning the counseling session. When she was done twenty minutes later, she left the clinic and biked to her apartment near Lake Merritt. 

After taking a shower, she wrote some more client notes for the people she saw during the past week. Each of them came from different walks of life, had different issues, but were similar in that they were all low income and poor. Her client caseload was diverse as well: individuals from various races, different faiths, and different genders. 

A few of them were Native American like herself. Specifically, she was Navajo and Apache, and in her late twenties. She was a tall woman, 5'11" in height, and had a thick, muscular build. Her black hair was shoulder length, and her skin a native brown. 

She didn't believe in favoritism, but cared about her Indian clients very much. Some of them were around her parents' age and she sometimes looked up to them as parental figures. Some of their mannerisms, gestures, and histories reminded her of her mother and father. It may be their smile, their nod, their laugh, or a twinkle in their eye that would make her think of her folks. Sometimes her eyes would get watery. One thing she was very good at was not mixing her professional life and personal life together. Sure, she'd offer a client a ride somewhere sometimes, but that was as far as she went. Yvonne saw too many of her coworkers suffer from burnout because of doing too much for their clients. She learned a lot from them. 

When she was done with the charting, she pushed her glasses up her nose and yawned. It had been a long day. But it wasn't over yet. She went to her room and started packing for her camping trip. As she did so, she looked at the posters on the walls. Most of them were for Indian political causes and marches. Equal rights for indigenous peoples, empowerment for women of color, powwows, feminist demonstrations, anti-war rallies, and environmental protests. She had helped coordinate many of these events, and was proud of her work and achievements in the native community. She believed there was still a long way to go. In fact, this Saturday she and several other Indian coworkers were coordinating an Indigenous People's Day event in Berkeley. 

As an Indian woman in the twenty-first century she was still angry at the injustices and discrimination her race had suffered. That's why she attended as many protests as she could and tried to involve herself politically as much as possible. Yet there was another side to her that was very positive and calm. That part of her yearned for a nice, long vacation. 

Yvonne drove up north and camped for the next few days. 

It was warm and muggy as she fished in a river. In the late afternoon, she set up her tent. During the middle of the night, she was awakened by a loud thud, as if something heavy had landed on the ground. Getting out of her sleeping bag, she threw on some clothes and grabbed her flashlight. 

Walking barefoot, she followed a trail of smoke and ashes that led her near the river where she had been fishing earlier. On the bank of the river was a giant, glowing orb. It was the size of a car. Her sleepy eyes immediately widened at the intriguing sight, at the pulsating white light. The clear ball had made quite a depression in the dirt. A low, monotonous hum emitted from the orb. 

"What the heck is that?" she whispered to herself, stunned. 

She approached the orb slowly and cautiously, her bare toes wet from walking on the damp earth near the water. There was nothing inside of it, and when she pointed her flashlight at it there was no reflection. Pushing her glasses up her nose to study the object more carefully, she suddenly realized she was being drawn toward the ball by some unseen force. 

Yvonne resisted fiercely, trying to pull herself away, but the force seemed too powerful. It was like trying to run in water. She eventually dropped the light, and wound up clawing and kicking as the energy slowly sucked her into the orb. 

Her screams echoed in the night. 

When she woke up, she had the biggest headache. She'd kill for some aspirin or Tylenol. It felt like a giant rock was sitting on top of her brain. As she struggled into a sitting position, she discovered she was still at the river bank but now it was morning. Strangely, she was butt naked and shivering from the cold. When she got up, her head swirled around and around and she vomited. She felt like her head was going to explode. It was not a pleasant feeling. She puked a few more times before forcing herself to get up. 

Massaging her forehead, she had to get her bearings. Her glasses were intact, perched over her nose. After remembering where her campsite was, she walked in that direction. Fortunately, everything was still there including her vehicle. She quickly threw on some spare clothes and took a couple of aspirin. Minutes later, her head felt a little better but not completely. 

What was that thing? she kept wondering. Why did it suck me in? She had already checked her body and found no unusual cuts, bruises, or wounds. Most importantly, she examined her private body areas and everything was okay as far as the naked eye could see. The only thing that bothered her was the lingering headache. 

Yvonne began packing her belongings, and soon left, totally puzzled. 

She checked various news sources but found no stories involving weird orbs or the like. She also considered calling the police but then decided against it. The whole thing was just too freakishly bizarre. Her headache eventually disappeared and everything was back to normal at the clinic. It was Tuesday, and in addition to seeing her usual clients, she also facilitated a women's support group for depression, as well as one for substance abusers. 

The day was busy and hectic, and after her support group for substance abusers was over, she felt her hands get warm. They soon got very hot to the point where she had to race to the restroom and run cold water over them. She sighed in relief, looking at her red hands. After turning off the water and drying them, she felt them get hot again. Holding them palms up, her jaw dropped open when she saw a fireball materialize and hover above each hand. They were the size of a grapefruit. 

"What the hell. . ." she said, staring at them. When she turned her hands palms down, they disappeared. Flipping them over again, the fireballs reappeared. She repeated this motion a few more times, and the balls would always come back when she had her hands palms up. "This is so freaky." With the fireballs still active, she said, "Turn off," but nothing happened. "Turn fireballs off." Nothing. "Deactivate fireballs." Nothing. 

She played around with this bizarre new phenomenon for a while, and then discovered she could make the balls vanish with a simple mental command. If she wanted them back, she used her mind to will them into action. She smiled. "Cool." 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the restroom door. "Everything all right in there?" her coworker asked. 

"I'm fine." Or am I? 

Several days later, she and her colleagues coordinated the Indigenous People's Day event in a park in downtown Berkeley. There was live music, Aztec dancers, various political speakers, and great food. Free Leonard Peltier signs were everywhere, including ones that said, Columbus did not discover America. She ate some fry bread and tamales as she sat on the grass, chatting with different friends and acquaintances from the community. Afterwards, she got on stage and made some announcements before introducing a tribal drumming group. 

Following the event, she accompanied a friend as he walked his dog. As they approached the intersection, his dog got excited and started running across the street. 

"Justin!" her friend said. 

She saw a car coming fast towards the dog. Yvonne started running after him, and before she knew it, she was flying in the air. She swooped down and grabbed Justin before the car slammed on its brakes. Then she landed safely back on the sidewalk, with Justin in her arms. 

The look on her friend's face was just as stunned as hers. "What the hell was that?" he asked. 

"I don't know." 

"Hey, lady, are you from the circus?" asked the motorist. 

Still in awe of her powers, Yvonne drove to an empty field and practiced her flying technique, as well as the one for the fireballs. The orb must've caused all this, she thought. What was it? Was it from another world? She had no answers but figured she was stuck with these talents for a while, and might as well use them for good causes. Like perhaps for the empowerment of her people. That was an idea. How about for the empowerment and mobilization of women of color? That was another good one. She kept brainstorming. To fight crime and criminals! She could be the first Native American superhero, she thought with amusement. 

When she returned home, she thought about a costume. She laughed, appalled at how ridiculous and foolish the super heroine concept was. She was surprised she was even thinking of an outfit! But for some reason, she found it intriguing, it was something to kill the boredom. After pondering for a while, she drove to a costume shop in Berkeley and bought a bird mask that covered half of her face. When she got back to her apartment, she put it on and then stripped naked. Studying herself in the full length mirror in the bathroom, she nodded. 

"I like it," she said. She looked at her large brown breasts with their big, dark nipples, at her giant, shaved pussy, and her big, shapely ass. Her thighs and calves were huge and muscular, not to mention her arms. "It's different and I like it." 

She tackled her first case one Saturday afternoon as she was flying naked in the skies over Oakland. She witnessed a violent carjacking on Mandela Parkway and followed the car. Moments later, she landed in front of the vehicle and it braked immediately. 

"What the. . .?" asked the driver, a thin, gaunt white man. 

"It's a frickin' naked woman!" laughed his partner, a stocky black man. "Man, look at the size of those hooters. And her cunt, it's huge!" 

"This is nuts." The driver honked the horn angrily. "Get the hell out of our way!" 

Yvonne didn't budge, looking at them from behind her bird mask, her black hair touching her shoulders. "This BMW doesn't belong to you, gents. So get out." 

"Go to hell, lady!" the driver said. "Now get outta the way before I run you over." 

"Try." 

"Don't test me, lady." 

"Try," she repeated calmly. 

The gaunt man slammed on the gas pedal, and the car lurched forward. Before it had a chance to even touch her, she stopped it dead in its tracks by pressing her hands down hard on the hood. The man pounded the pedal again. The engine roared and the wheels spun, but the BMW didn't move an inch. The distinct smell of burnt rubber was in the air. 

"I suggest you gentlemen get out of the car," she said firmly. 

They obeyed. "Can't believe we got stopped by a beautiful naked woman," the stocky man said. 

"I ain't buyin' any of this," his partner said, pulling out a gun. He aimed it at her. 

Oh, shoot! she thought. What about firearms? 

Before he had a chance to squeeze the trigger, she flung a fireball at him, and his clothes went in flames instantly. "Help!" he screamed. "Help me!" 

His partner took off his coat and smothered the fire out, looking at her in astonishment. "Who are you?" 

"Bird Woman," she said proudly. "And don't you guys forget it." 

The next morning, a drawing of her face appeared in all the papers and on the internet, and was broadcast on every news channel. The various headlines read: BIRD WOMAN FIGHTS CRIME, MEET OAKLAND'S NEWEST CRIME FIGHTER- BIRD WOMAN, SUPERHERO BIRD WOMAN STOPS CARJACKERS. 

Will this be my fifteen minutes of fame? she wondered. She had hoped all her political activism had taken care of that. As she sat in her office with a disabled client, one of her Indian coworkers popped her head in. 

"Did you hear about that Bird Woman?" she asked. 

Yvonne nodded. "Crazy, huh?" 

"Yeah, a nude superhero. What will the world think of next? And I hear she might be native or Latina." 

"One for our side?" 

She nodded optimistically. "Maybe. Who knows? I don't know anything anymore when something like this happens," she said, and walked away. 

Yvonne finished filling out the rest of the clinic forms for her client. 

He chuckled. "And I thought I saw everything in Vietnam." 

On the weekend, she drove back to the campsite, where she had seen the orb. The mystical object was not there anymore, of course, but she wanted to check anyway. She did a thorough sweep of the forest area and the riverbank as well. Nothing. Did it return to space? To another planet? Who sent it? 

She shook her head, perplexed. Why was she given these special powers and not someone else? Did the orb claim any other victims? Was she obligated to be a superhero now? Too many questions, too many unknowns. 

When she got back to her apartment, she checked the news again for any stories involving orbs but didn't see anything. To take her mind off the subject, she headed to the gym and worked out. 

* * *

The following weekend had her attending a large anti-war march in San Francisco. Her coworkers and her brought their big signs: IMPEACH BUSH, WORST PRESIDENT EVER. On the BART ride back to the East Bay, she saw a group of young men staring at a teenage girl. Her bird senses were picking up negative vibes from the situation. So when the girl and the group got off at the Fruitvale station, she followed them. 

The girl got in her car and drove off, and the men pursued her in a van. Yvonne quickly stripped naked, stashing her clothes and protest signs behind some bushes. Then she slipped on her bird mask and flew up into the air. She followed them as they maneuvered their way through the streets of Oakland. Everything looked small from the sky. Looking down, she saw a man walking his dog, saw kids playing basketball in a schoolyard, and saw a liquor store clerk sweeping trash off the sidewalk. She suddenly had a voyeuristic thought pop into her head, wondering what was happening under all these roofs. The cool air blew against her bare skin. 

The girl finally parked her vehicle off of East 14th Street and went into an apartment building. The van parked nearby and the young men approached the complex. She hovered above the building, watching them sneak in the front door as someone else was coming out. That's when she swooped down onto a fire escape and entered through an open window into a hallway. Looking down the stairwell, she saw the group coming up and hid behind the corner. 

After one of the men knocked on the door, she opened it, and they forced themselves in. She soon heard a scream. Yvonne smashed through the door, causing splinters of wood to fly everywhere. Two guys had her pinned down on the bed while a third was attempting to tear her pants off. 

"It's Bird Woman!" one of them said. 

Their jaws dropped open at the sight of her naked brown body, at her thick, muscular physique. 

"Let her go!" Yvonne commanded. 

They released the girl. 

"Are you okay?" 

The teenager nodded, frightened. She pulled her clothes back on. 

Suddenly, one of them, a Latino guy, smashed a beer bottle hard on the back of Yvonne's head, and she reeled back a few steps. Shards of glass landed everywhere. She stepped on several of them and looked at the bottom of her bare feet. Oddly enough, she didn't bleed or get any cuts. 

The men and the girl saw this, too. The guys stepped away from her. The back of her head didn't hurt at all, and she smiled devilishly at the gang, approaching them slowly. 

"Don't be afraid, guys. The party's just getting started. She blocked the door that she had smashed through. The man who had hit her with the bottle punched her viciously in the face, then delivered a second blow to her abdomen. Before she could react, he kicked her hard in the crotch and she took a few steps back, clutching her pussy. He and his buddies laughed. She was out in the hallway now where a small crowd of tenants had gathered to watch. 

He kicked her violently again in the genital area, and the gang laughed. "Who's scared now, Bird Woman? C'mon, don't be a cunt, use your super powers on me." 

She looked him dead in the eye. "I'd be glad to." She immediately seized him by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and threw him against the wall. The wall cracked deeply with the impact of the throw. The others stared at her. 

A tall black man lunged at her and brought her to the carpet, where they wrestled for a while. He bear hugged her tightly from behind, trying to break the bones in her rib cage. While she was tied up like this, another black guy stepped in front of her and delivered a series of punches to her face and chest. She felt a little dazed but wasn't giving up so easily. Oh, no. I still have a few cards up my sleeve. . .whoops, I mean, up my bare arm. The guy before her tried to rip off her mask, and almost succeeded, but she opened her mouth and a deafening sonic boom came out, hurling his body across the hall like it was a rag doll. Wow, I've got that, too. Some sort of sound wave beam. Cool. 

The dude behind her still had her in a vise-like bear hug, trying to crush the life out of her. She stomped her big bare foot on his shoe and he screamed in pain, releasing his grip. Then she knocked him out with a punch to the nose. 

The crowd gazed in awe as she flew into the air and delivered a bunch of martial arts style kicks to the rest of the gang. They all dropped like bowling pins. 

"Someone call the police," she instructed. 

When the blues and journalists arrived, she stayed behind and gave a brief statement to the media. The eyes of some of these cops and reporters bulged out at the sight of her big brown breasts, her large black nipples, and her huge, shaved vagina. The ones standing behind her got a clear view of her big, curvy butt. Camera bulbs kept going off as she spoke. 

She nodded at a reporter who raised his hand. 

"What's the story behind your costume?" he asked. 

"My being nude is a political statement, actually," she said into a microphone. "It's a protest vote to the United States government and its many injustices towards indigenous people. An administration that has long oppressed my community with its numerous broken treaties and ongoing discrimination, the conquering of our lands, the annihilation and genocide of my race, and the rape and abuse of our women and children. I stand before you now as a product and witness of this history, and I ask you to look at this nation's bloodstained hands. Look at them and think carefully about me and my people. Think about the poverty on the reservations." 

Yvonne cleared her throat. "I want to see the quality of our lives improve. I want to see all Indians with health insurance, with jobs, with an equal opportunity towards education. These are the things I'm fighting for. Thank you for your time." 

Another journalist raised her hand, and she nodded at her. 

"But don't you think it's pretty extreme to be running around naked?" 

"It's an extreme situation we're in. I don't have a problem with public nudity. It's this conservative country that does." 

"If you don't put some clothes on right now I'm going to arrest you, Miss," the police chief said sternly. 

She smiled mischievously and flew away. 

* * *

Yvonne later retrieved her clothes and protest signs. When she got home, she took a long shower and slipped on a thong and bathrobe afterwards. It felt a little strange to wear clothing after bearing it all in public. She made a nice, healthy salad and ate dinner. 


Bird Woman: Naked Superhero Ch. 02



Yvonne flew high over the city of Oakland, scanning the neighborhoods below for any criminal activity. It was a clear, sunny and the warm wind brushed against her bare skin. She was a tall, naked Indian woman, 5'11" in height, with shoulder length black hair and a native brown skin complexion. Her build was thick and muscular, and the only thing she wore was a bird mask that covered half of her face. 

Minutes later, she hovered over the congested streets of Chinatown, and spotted an old, battered Ford driving recklessly and erratically. It honked at pedestrians and cut in front of other cars, even running a red light. She swooped down quickly and followed it. 

Near Laney College, the vehicle ran a stop sign and hit a young Asian man. The Ford sped off fast. She checked on the man and then asked a pedestrian nearby to call 911. Then she took to the air again and raced after the car. She hovered over the Ford's windshield as it headed into East Oakland. 

"Stop the car!" she ordered. 

The motorist, a middle-aged white man, gave her the finger and tried to run her over. Her big, bare ass and huge, muscular legs were inches above the glass. 

"Pull over now!" she commanded. 

He gave her the finger again and that's when she went under the chassis of the Ford and lifted it into the air, carrying it all the way to the police department downtown. When they arrived, she noticed he had passed out. 

At home, she watched the news on TV and learned that the hit-and-run victim was hospitalized and was going to be okay. His parents thanked her for her help. She smiled and turned off the television. After working out with her weights, she showered and walked around wearing only a thong and flip flops. It was humid and sticky. 

Her apartment faced another apartment building and a bunch of white guys in one of the opposite units took a break from a baseball game on TV and watched her. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she made a salad in the kitchen with her backside facing the window. She had a hip-hop CD playing and danced sensually to the music. It wasn't until later that she saw the men looking at her, and she quickly shut the blinds in embarrassment. 

After dinner, she made some signs for the protest this weekend. 

* * *

At eight-thirty that night, she stripped off the thong, donned her bird mask, and went up to the roof of the apartment complex. From there, she flew up into the dark, starry skies. It had cooled off a bit, thank God. She hovered above a Korean liquor store on Telegraph Avenue where she saw a group of masked men enter. 

She swooped down and entered quietly. Two men had guns pointed at the cashier, an old Asian man who had his hands raised in the air, a terrified look on his face. He saw Yvonne but she put her finger to her lips. The third man was clearing out the safe and register. When he was about to bolt through the door, she blocked his path. 

"Ah-hah!" she said sarcastically. "Caught red handed in the act! Drop the bag and the guns, boys." 

"Go to hell, Bird Woman," the man with the bag said hostilely. 

The eyes of the other men bulged out at her naked body, ogling at her large brown breasts with their big, dark nipples and at her giant, shaved vagina. She towered over the shorter men. 

"Oh, Lord have mercy," one of them said. "Check out this sista's tits!" 

The leader pointed the gun at her. "Get out of my way!" 

When she didn't budge, he fired. The bullet bounced off her body harmlessly and he stared in awe. "What the fuck?" he asked. 

She smiled. "It's cool to be a superhero, let me tell ya." 

He fired again, but again, the bullet didn't do any damage. He kept squeezing the trigger angrily until the pistol was empty, creating a large cloud of smoke. Then she simply walked over to him and punched him twice in the face and he collapsed. After grabbing the bag of money, she threw it to the cashier. 

Suddenly, the other two men jumped her and kept striking her with the butts of their guns. She fell to the ground, trying to shield their blows. 

"C'mon, you big, dumb pussy," one of them said. "Show me your super moves. C'mon! You ain't nothing but a big cunt, that's what you are. . .go run back to your tribe." 

They continued delivering hits to her head and back as she squatted on the floor. The other man checked out her large butt. "You like it in the front or the back, sista? Cuz if you want a one hundred percent Alabaman black man with a fifteen inch cock, I'm the one for you." They both laughed. 

Just as the cashier was about to come over and hit them with a broom, Yvonne got up and punched them viciously. After knocking the guns out of their hands, she grabbed one of them and threw him hard against the wall, creating a huge crack. The other man locked his arm around her neck from behind, trying to choke her. Her breathing grew labored as he applied more pressure. Her bare skin was pressed tightly against him, sticky and smelling of peanut butter. As he continued to press down more, he tried to rip her bird mask off with his free hand. He was almost successful. But before he could do that, she elbowed him in the ribs with all her strength and he screamed in pain. Spinning around, she kicked him violently in the nuts with her big, bare foot. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his balls, howling like a wounded animal. 

"Are you okay?" the elderly Asian cashier asked. 

She nodded. "Did you call the police?" 

"Yes." 

* * *

The big protest was held on Saturday with a parade through downtown San Francisco, and culminating in a rally with speakers and lives music at city hall. A large banner over the stage read: SUPPORT ECO-RIGHTS FOR INDIGENOUS PEOPLES. Signs held by some activists read: NO MORE LOGGING IN OUR FORESTS, STOP ENVIRONMENTAL RACISM, SOVEREIGNTY FOR HAWAII, and STOP THE INVASION OF THE RAIN FORESTS. 

After a group of Maori dancers left the stage, a bunch of Samoan dancers performed in front of the large crowd. Following that, Yvonne grabbed the microphone and introduced the next featured speakers, two members of an Indian tribe from the Amazon rain forest. When they were finished, Yvonne served as the MC again by bringing in a politician who spoke at length about the sovereignty for Hawaii movement. 

As he talked, she scanned the audience and activists, seeing that most of the women were tall, thick, muscular, and dark like her. Some were Indians like herself. Others were Tongan, Tahitian, Eskimo, Aboriginal, Polynesian, and Pacific Islanders. She and her coworkers from the clinic were very happy with the turnout today. It was nice to see all that beautiful brown skin out there. And it was great to see people from other cultures and faiths as well. 

A white guy with a shaved head, wearing an IMBEACH BUSH shirt kept staring at her, smiling flirtatiously. He was from one of the political groups, she forgot which one, but she had seen him at many other rallies. She paused for a moment before returning a friendly grin. 

During her break, she bought some water and a burrito from a vendor and ate under the shade of a tree. 

The bald guy approached hesitantly. "Can I join you?" 

"Sure." 

He put down his sign and sat next to her on the grass. "It's a great protest. Kudos to you guys at the clinic." 

"Thanks," she replied, taking a bite from the burrito. "I saw you at the last few demonstrations. One was the anti-war rally at Justin Herman Plaza, the peace march at Delores Park, the one at UC Berkeley, and the rain forest event at Golden Gate Park." 

"Right, right." He grinned flirtatiously again. "I remember you, too." 

He was cute in his own way, she thought, with his pale, skinny frame, shiny bald head, and round-rimmed glasses. She had to admit she had a weakness for the nerdy scientist, bookworm type because that's who she was. He kept smiling. He's trying too hard, Yvonne thought. Relax and be loose, buddy. Still, the grin was slowly growing on her for some reason. But the thought of Will kept her from being flirtatious herself. She felt like a dog with a leash around her neck, constantly restrained. 

"What's your name again?" she asked. "I know we've chatted before." 

"Nathan." 

She nodded. "I knew it started with either an M or an N." He was around her age, late twenties, early thirties. "You're pretty popular, Nate. Oooops, is it okay to call you that?" 

"Absolutely. All my friends call me that. Yvonne, you said you're part Navajo, part Apache, correct?" 

She nodded again, impressed. "Good memory. But I get mistaken for being East Indian, Latina, Asian, and Pacific Islander all the time." She chuckled. "It doesn't bother me. We're all brown anyway. . .so, Nate, what do you do for a living?" 

An Indian rock band started playing on the stage. 

He wiped the perspiration from his face with a handkerchief. "I'm a social worker at Kaiser." 

"Cool. I'm a social worker, too, at a non-profit health clinic." Yvonne pushed her glasses up her nose. "Are you from the Bay Area?" 

"Southern California. And yourself?" 

"Born and raised in Oakland," she said proudly. One of her coworkers signaled her. "Whoops, break time's over. Nice talkin' to you, Nate. See you later." 

The following Friday afternoon, her bird senses brought her to a gas station in West Oakland, near the BART station. The concrete was warm beneath her bare feet as she walked towards an AC Transit bus parked at the corner. Through the open door, she saw that the driver's seat was empty. 

When she was just a few yards away, a young black man appeared in the doorway, pointing a rifle at her. "That's far enough," he said. "You ain't gettin' on this bus, lady." 

Through the window, she saw another black guy aiming his rifle at the frightened passengers on board. There were fourteen people and half of those were teens and children. Three teenage boys stared at her in awe. "Wow, check out her body, y'all!" one of them said. 

"Please, just drop your weapons. Don't do this," she said calmly. "There are innocent people and children on board." 

"We ain't gonna hurt them, Miss. We're just waitin' for the cops to come. They're bringin' us some cash. Then we're gonna take this here bus and git out of here, you dig?" 

"Why don't you just take the money and the bus. You don't need to take these people hostage. They didn't do anything wrong." 

"They're just insurance, lady. Like I said, we ain't gonna harm them, trust me. The only people gonna get hurt are the pigs if they do somethin' stupid." 

Minutes later, the police arrived. One of them, an older black man with a mustache looked at Yvonne and said, "Stay out of this, Bird Woman. We'll take care of it." 

"Like the way you handled the last botched hostage situation, Lieutenant?" 

He glared at her angrily before taking out a bullhorn and saying, "You two gentlemen in there. I want you to carefully consider what you're doing. Now, we've got the money here. But please think about the innocent lives on board. Please try to be compassionate about this. It's not too late to lay down your arms and leave this situation peacefully." 

The man at the doorway looked at him. "Thinking time's over, old man. We know what we're doin'. Give us the money." 

The lieutenant sighed disappointedly, nodding to an officer. The officer started walking slowly towards the bus with two large bags. A big crowd had circled around the corner, watching intently. When he was several yards away from the door, Yvonne opened her mouth and emitted a deafening sonic ray. Everyone covered their ears. The gunmen on the bus dropped their rifles to do this, and she immediately raced on board and seized their weapons. The two men quickly dodged past her and exited the vehicle, running for their lives. Somehow, they managed to get past the SWAT team, heading down Mandela Parkway. Yvonne flew after them. 

When the guys reached a truck depot, they tried to hijack an eighteen wheeler. She landed on the ground, creating two fireballs above the palms of her hands, and quickly hurled them at the men. One hit a guy squarely in the chest, and his clothes were in flames instantly, causing him to scream. A depot worker poured a bucket of water on him, extinguishing the fire. Squad cars arrived at the scene. 

The second man ducked and avoided her fireball, running for cover behind a series of trucks. She ran after him. The man aimed a handgun at her and fired, stunned when the bullets didn't pierce her skin. He loaded another clip and kept shooting from behind a big semi, but she just continued walking towards him calmly. 

"Why won't you die, lady?!" he yelled. "Jesus frickin' Christ!" His pistol clicked empty eventually and he flung it at her hard. She caught the gun perfectly, ripping it apart in two with her bare bands, smiling at him. She laughed sarcastically as he continued running under a bunch of trucks, making it to the other side of the depot. She simply flew over there and landed right in front of him. 

"Beat you," she said, laughing some more. 

He screamed like a man gone mad, running past some dumpsters. Before he could get far, she produced another fireball above the palm of her hand and threw it at him. His clothes ignited in flames and he tripped and fell to the ground. 

"They should give Bird Woman a key to the city or something for all she's done," the bartender at Pyramid Brewery said. "Heck, she's been more effective than the cops." 

A male patron nodded. "Not to mention more gorgeous looking." 

"Oh, yeah!! Wouldn't mind if she kept my bed warm at night." 

Yvonne walked right past them, grinning mischievously, and sat back down at a table across from her boyfriend, Will. He was also Indian, and was young and slender, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. 

He drank some more beer, then took her hand gently and squeezed it. "So how come you didn't return my calls?" 

"Sorry, hon, I was busy this past week," she replied, thinking about the numerous stacks of paperwork at her office, not to mention all the crime fighting she had been doing. She felt obligated to defend the city and its citizens now, to seek justice for the victims of crime. The people depended on her. 

He squeezed her hand tenderly again. "Are you okay?" 

"Uh-huh." 

Will noticed her untouched glass of beer. "You look preoccupied." 

"Oh," she said, taking a long drink. "Lost in my own little world again." 

He smiled. "A penny for your thoughts." 

She squeezed his hand, returning a grin. "I'm dreading the piles of papers back at the clinic. I don't mind seeing my clients, I'll always be there for them no matter what. But it's the bureaucratic stuff that I hate." She sighed. "But enough about work. How's school?" 

"Ditto that about papers." He shook his head. "I'm up to my eyeballs in essays and books. Enough about school. Let's talk about you and me. . .or rather, what we could do together back at my place." 

She shot him a naughty look. 

* * *

After shopping at the Laney College flea market, she rode her bike to volunteer at an indigenous arts and crafts fair at the UC Berkeley campus. It was another scorching, muggy day and she wore a tank top, tight, very short shorts, and flip flops. The shorts were like Daisy Dukes and her ass cheeks bulged out of them, causing numerous heads to turn. 

After drying the sweat from her face and neck with a paper towel, she put her glasses back on and helped set up some booths and tents. Then she alternated between manning her friend's jewelry and art stand and doing some petitioning for a political organization she belonged to. As she standing near some tables collecting signatures, Nathan approached her with a clipboard in his hand as well. 

He beamed at her. "Hey, Yvonne. What cause is that for?" 

"Oh, hi. It's for securing funding to renovate a battered women's shelter. You've heard of Sisters of Color, right? In fact, I think I saw you at one of our workshops. It's a women of color group I'm a member of." 

He nodded. "Oh, yeah, right. That was at Preservation Park, correct?" 

"That was the one. I have a friend that's a member, too. Do you know Alicia Hernandez?" 

"Everybody knows Alicia," she said, chuckling. "We all call her the octopus because she can multi-task so well, having her tentacles on so many different things at once. She's really cool." 

"Yes, she is." 

She nodded at his clipboard. "What's that for?" 

"It's another save the rain forest in Brazil initiative. I'm working very closely with a local Indian group and we're planning a trip up north to protest logging in native territory. Are you going to that?" 

"No, unfortunately I'm busy that weekend," she said disappointedly. "Otherwise, I'd love to go. So, have you had much luck getting signatures?" 

"Uhh, I've got a decent amount. How about you?" 

"Pretty good numbers." 

Nathan shot her another flirtatious smile and asked, "Hey, Yvonne, want to grab a beer sometime?" 

She blushed. "I've got a boyfriend, sorry. But we can have a drink as friends if you'd like." 

"Sure, that's fine. . .would you be interested in being another type of friend?" 

She paused, getting the message. "Uhh, no." 

On Tuesday, Yvonne went on her morning run around Lake Merritt, and worked out at the gym afterwards. When she got home, there was a message on her cell phone. She listened to it. Will. Another booty call, she thought, shaking her head with a grin. Boy, is that man horny! We've been humping like rabbits and dogs and he still wants more. 

She took a shower and walked around in nothing but a black bathrobe and flip flops afterwards. She was aware of the open windows this time but didn't see the group of men or anyone else looking at her. Yvonne took out the garbage, chatted with her next door neighbor briefly, before heading back to her unit. 

She later stripped nude, slipped on the mask, and flew off from the rooftop again. When she reached San Francisco, she stood on top of the northern tower of the Golden Gate Bridge, taking in the breathtaking view of the bay on this clear, sunny day. Sailboats and ships dotted the water. Below her, she saw numerous cars whizzing up and down the bridge. A helicopter passed by her. Then another one. The second pilot flashed a cardboard sign that read: WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER, BIRD WOMAN? She waved at him. 

Her next stop was atop the Transamerica Building, and from there she hopped from skyscraper rooftop to skyscraper rooftop. The tourists snapped pictures of her as she hovered over Pier 39, Fisherman's Wharf, and Alcatraz Island. She heard the usual whistles and cat-calls. At crooked Lombard Street, she stood next to some Japanese tourists and allowed her photo to be taken. 

A black and white squad car stopped by. "Bird Woman, put on some clothes right now or I'm going to write you up!" ordered the cop. 

She quickly flew away, returning to the northern tower of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a good place to collect her thoughts and think. Someday she wanted to bring Will up here. Moments later, what appeared to be a small spacecraft zoomed by her, heading towards Marin County. She frowned, going after it. 

The object went even further, going at a super fast speed, and eventually landed in a redwood forest near Eureka. The earth was damp and soft beneath her bare feet as she approached it cautiously. The redwood trees towered above them in this lush, green setting. The spacecraft was narrow and cylindrical and seemed to be able to fit one passenger only. When she was several yards away, it emitted a series of beeps and clicks, stopping her dead in her tracks. She studied it carefully. It was silver metallic and there were no markings or emblems on it. 

The noises continued for a while and stopped abruptly. Suddenly, the cockpit opened slowly, revealing a creature that looked like a goblin. He was bald and his skin was blue, having two pointy ears and sharp fangs. He looked at her impassively, getting out. The alien was also naked and had one of the longest, biggest dicks she'd ever seen! Her mouth dropped wide open. 




Bird Woman: Naked Superhero Ch. 02



Next, the ship stood upright and two thin legs extended out, lifting the torso in the air. Two skinny arms came out of both sides of the main body. A round silver head rose from the top, complete with flashing green eyes and slits for a nose and mouth. The last thing that protruded from its body came between its legs, and that was a monstrous artificial cock. 

Yvonne gaped again, studying the two beings. Is this just a bad dream? Did I drink too much last night? After blinking her eyes a few times, they still stood there before her. A light fog had enshrouded the forest, and the air was clear and crisp. 

"Who are you?" she asked calmly. 

The robot emitted more beeps and clicks. Then there was an eerie silence as both naked parties looked at one another. 

"We are from the planet Zenwar," the robot replied in its cold, monotonous voice. "Far from here. My name is IM, and this is my partner, Dax. What is your name?" 

"Bird Woman." 

IM looked at her body carefully as if she was on display at a museum. "You are a human being, and more specifically a woman." 

"Yes." 

"This is the planet Earth, correct?" 

"Yes. What is the purpose of your visit?" 

"To collect information and data about your planet, hence my name IM which stands for information machine." 

"Why are you gathering this information?" 

"We come from a race of space explorers and have always been curious about other life forms and planets beyond our own." 

"You are the first human we have encountered," Dax said. "We'd like to learn more about your species. For instance, how do you breed and reproduce?" 

This is getting awkward and bizarre but I want to find out their true intentions. "Through an act called sex." 

IM beeped and clicked again and two long antennas stuck out of his head. "I'm recording all this for analysis. . .sex, you said. What is involved in this process?" 

She gave them a crash course on the birds and the bees. 

"Ahh, very interesting, isn't it, Dax?" 

"Indeed. Is there a way you can demonstrate this act of sex to us?" 

She thought for a moment, looking at the forest around them. "I'd rather not," she replied curtly. 

"There's no one here to disturb us. Perhaps the three of us can engage in this act of sex, Bird Woman. Please, for our research, would you be so kind as to participate?" IM asked. "Curious inhabitants of Zenwar, as well as future generations, will be grateful to you." 

"Well, you obviously have genitals similar to earth men. I'm sure it wouldn't be that different than what you do." 

"On our planet the males mate with one another and have offspring. There are no females." 

"Oh, I see. . .the answer is still no," she said firmly. 

"Very well then," IM said. "Dax, looks like we'll have to hunt down a human woman and find out ourselves. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You said you came here to collect data. Please don't harm anyone or else you'll have to deal with me." 

"Ahh, you're an enforcer of the law, are you?" Dax asked. 

"You could say that." 

"Well, let's see how well you fare with us." Dax lunged at her so fast she didn't have time to react, let alone blink. They wrestled on the dirt for a while, with his sharp fangs almost ripping out a chunk of her flesh. His claws were equally razor sharp, and he scratched her wide, long back, causing it to bleed. They were both a few inches shorter than her. While Dax bear hugged her tightly, clutching her big ass, IM observed, making beeps and clicks. She tried to break out of his vise-like hug but it seemed impossible. His claws scratched her butt cheeks, and she bled some more. He tried to take a bite out of her neck but she moved it just in time. Her sweaty brown tits were pressed tightly against his chest, and she felt his humungous penis rub against her inner thigh. 

Finally, when all else failed, she opened her mouth and shot a sonic ray at him. He immediately let go of her, cupping his pointy ears. As he tried to jump her again, she fired another ray and he dropped to his knees, covering his ears. The ray seemed to have no effect on IM as he was still busy analyzing the situation. With Dax still on the ground, she wrestled him from behind, locking him in a bear hug. She kept applying more and more pressure until he screamed uncle. She mustered all the strength she could, and was about to break his rib cage when IM zapped her from behind with his artificial penis. When she still didn't release her grip on Dax, IM's dick shot another bolt of electricity at her and this time she let go. She staggered backwards, dazed. 

He spurted another seed of electric cum at her and she fell to the ground. Dax finished the job by punching her hard in the face. Blackness engulfed her. 

When she woke up, she found herself in a forest cave, her ankles and wrists tied up. Her mouth had been gagged. She had a horrible headache that eventually subsided. She saw the faint rays of the setting sun as she lied on her side. She tried to break free of the rope but couldn't do it. 

They were no where in sight, and as far as she could tell, she hadn't been violated or hurt in any way. Turning to her other side, she saw that a small campfire was burning in the middle of the chamber. 

Yvonne tried once more to loosen the rope but it proved futile. IM and Dax returned about half an hour later. 

"Bird Woman is awake," Dax said sarcastically, removing the gag. 

"Let me go." 

"In due time. . .or better yet, maybe we can take her back as a prisoner, IM." 

IM's green eyes flashed. "Perhaps. Maybe she could be useful in scientific research and tests." 

"What did you do out there?" she asked. 

"Data collection, my dear Bird Woman," Dax replied, his sarcasm evident again. 

"Did you harm anyone?" 

"We mostly observed," IM said. "We couldn't find any female specimens willing to participate in this act of sex." 

"Maybe we should use coercion next time." 

"Perhaps. I don't like to resort to violence." 

"Well, I do. Sometimes it gets the job done." Dax patted her huge, muscular thigh and calf gently, and then stroked her foot. She wanted to kick his hand away but couldn't. Oddly, they hadn't removed her mask, or maybe they did when she was knocked out. 

She thought about using her sonic ray but decided against it. What if its power caused the cave to collapse? She looked at the stalagmites and stalactites. Then her hands behind her where they couldn't see, she created a small fireball which burned off the rope. When they weren't looking, she quickly burned the rope around her ankles. 

Dax saw her escape and they chased after her, following her back to the forest. It was evening and the only light was that from the moon. In a clearing, she threw a fireball at Dax and he started burning up until he was nothing but a pile of charred bones. Harder to catch was IM because he could fly. He shot a bolt of electricity from his penis again but she flew away just in time. He chased her deeper into the forest. 

Hiding behind a tall redwood, she flung two fireballs at him as he flew up. His metallic body started smoking, and he kept making beeps and clicks. His antennas blew out. After throwing two more fireballs at him, IM finally exploded in a large cloud of smoke and debris. 

Yvonne sighed heavily. Then she returned to the cave to take a leak. Man, did she have to go! 

Sitting on top of the southern tower of the Golden Gate Bridge at night, Bird Woman looked at the stars and contemplated her encounter with the aliens. Were there more of them out there? When were they coming? How many? She'd be ready. 

THE END 



Bird Woman: Naked Superhero Ch. 03



After visiting a client in the Oakland Hills, Yvonne drove for several blocks down the narrow, windy streets. Ahead of her, she saw a young African American boy riding a bicycle. Seconds later, a twentysomething Asian woman stopped him and talked to him briefly before punching him hard in the face. The boy fell off the bike. She got on and rode off quickly. 

 "What the. . .?" Yvonne asked, frowning. After parking her car at the curb, she stripped naked and put on her bird mask. Then she got out checked on the boy. 

 "You okay?" 

 He nodded, massaging his face. "She asked me for directions, then bam!" 

 "I'll get your bike back," she replied, and flew after the woman. 

 The girl was speeding down the hill, maneuvering her way around the curves well. Yvonne nearly smashed into two vehicles as she took pursuit. She had a couple of opportunities to snatch the woman off the bike but she ducked once and jerked her body the other way the second time. Damn, she's elusive! Yvonne thought. 

 "Pull over!" she ordered. 

 As she expected, the woman ignored her. She turned onto Broadway Terrace and approached the golf course. Several spectators watched the chase, pointing up at the sky. Yvonne tried to grab the girl again but a fire truck got in her way. She had yet another chance but an elderly woman pulled in front of her out of no where. 

 "Shoot!" she said. 

 Finally, when there was no traffic in sight, Yvonne quickly swooped down and grabbed the woman by her sweatshirt and lifted her off the bike. The bike crashed to the asphalt. "What you did wasn't very nice," she said. Then she flew away with her and the bike. After returning the bicycle to the young boy she dropped the woman off at the police department downtown. 

 "Thanks, Bird Woman," the officer at the booking desk said. 

  She returned to her office and finished some paperwork on her clients. As she was sitting at her computer, the phone rang. 

 She picked it up. "Hello, this is Yvonne." 

 "Hey, babe." 

 "Hey." 

 "How are you?" 

 "Good. You still at school?" 

 "Yeah, just wrapping up here. 

 "Me, too. Get a lot of studying done?" 

 "Yeah. Finally finished that paper. Now I just have the mid-term to worry about. Thanks for tutoring me again. Dinner is on me tonight." 

 "You don't have to do that." 

 "I want to. 'Cause you helped me so much, babe. And 'cause I love you." 

 "I love you, too," she said. 

 "So I'll pick you up around seven?" 

 "I'll be ready," she said and blew him a kiss. 

  Will took her to an upscale Thai restaurant on College Avenue. 

 "I'm happy you're doing so well in school," she said. 

 He drank some wine, nodding. "It feels great. And I wouldn't be doing if it wasn't for you. You're the one that encouraged and motivated me to pursue graduate studies. So I wanted to thank you for pushing me." 

 "You're welcome." 

 "Are you still feeling burned out from work?" 

 She ate some broccoli. "Yes. But I'll be off a few days next week. I'm looking forward to that meditation retreat." 

 "Cool. Hope you have a great time." 

 "My parents said hello. My mother wants to invite you over for dinner again. Said she's gonna make your favorite dish." 

 Will smiled. "How can I turn down her offer? Sure. Tell her this weekend is fine." 

 "Okay." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, we'd better get going. The movie's going to start soon." 

  They caught a film at the Elmwood Theater and following that went back to her apartment. They made out on her couch and soon tore off their clothes and had their hands all over each other. First, she sucked his monstrous dick hungrily. He leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes, and moaned. She licked his balls slowly and passionately. After taking off her glasses, it was his turn to suck and lick her big vagina. 

 "Ooooooooooooh!" she moaned loudly. "Ooooooooooooooooooh, Will, that feels soooooooooooo good. Oooooooooooooh!" 

 When he slapped her big brown ass she howled like a wild animal. He did it a few more times and she kept howling. 

 "Careful, you don't want to wake up the neighbors," he said sarcastically. 

 She chuckled. Kneeling behind her, he spread her cheeks open and slipped his penis into her anus. He started pumping and the moans continued. "You like it up the butt, don't you, babe?" 

 She nodded. As he pumped he reached forward and fondled her large breasts. He buried his face in her black shoulder length hair. It smelled of apple-scented shampoo. 

 Moments later, he sat on a wooden stool. Then she sat in his lap, helping him insert his dick into her pussy. She started going up and down like she was riding a merry-go-round. As she went faster and harder, he grabbed her ass and fondled it. When he began fingering her anus, her moans shot up several octaves. 

 He leaned forward and sucked and licked her breasts and her big, dark nipples. They were like giant knobs. 

 "What a beautiful position," she whispered sexily into his ear. She nibbled it, hooking her big toe around one of the stool's legs. 

 "I'm gonna cum, babe," he said. 

 "Okay." 

 Soon, she experienced the most spectacular orgasm, smiling ear to ear. Looking straight in his eyes, she said, "Oooooh, that was fucking awesome, hon." 

 He returned a wide smile. "Yeah. You're my queen and I'm gonna keep worshipping you." 

  The following week, as she was driving home from the retreat, she stopped at a gas station in Southern California. After filling the tank, she saw a small, cylindrical object flying across the sky, going towards the forest. Oh, no! Not again! she thought. She paid the attendant and drove after the object on the two-lane highway. When the chase became impossible by car, she pulled over, took off all her clothes, and put on her mask. Then she flew after it. 

 The spacecraft headed into Malibu Creek State Park, a place she had seen in movies and TV shows. Shortly, the ship landed in a lush, green valley. She approached it cautiously. This particular model looked different than the previous machine. It was a little bigger and wider. She stopped dead in her tracks when a series of beeps and clicks emitted from it. Two antennas rose up and scanned the environment, stopping abruptly when it turned her way. Suddenly, the door of the craft opened and a machine similar to IM flew out slowly. It appeared it was alone. Two metallic arms and two legs protruded from its body, as well as a long artificial penis. It started walking towards her, stopping just several yards away. Her hands clenched themselves into tight fists, ready for a fight. 

 "Who are you?" she asked.

 "I am IM IV," it replied in a cold, monotonous male voice. 

 What happened to the other three? "Where are you from?" 

 "The planet Zenwar." 

 "Why did you come here?" 

 "I am on a space exploration mission. Two of my colleagues have disappeared and I came here to find them." 

 Should I play dumb here? "Do you know where they are?" 

 There was a lengthy pause before he replied, "I know you destroyed them." 

 She looked at his flashing green eyes. "Which is why I will annihilate you." There was a creepy silence before he started walking towards her. She backed away. 

 "I only killed them because I had to defend myself. They threatened to harm others as well." 

 "I know. It's all in the message the other IM sent me. Still, I can't allow you to get away." And with that, an electric bolt shot out of his massive cock. She stepped away in time to avoid it. He kept firing at her, missing. Yvonne ran barefoot into the dense forest and he took pursuit. She crossed a creek, hiding behind a bunch of eucalyptus trees as he fired again. The bolts hit the trees, burning them. As he got closer, she ran deeper into the woods, crossing a small river, and then ran up a yellow, sun baked hill. He shot her a few times as she was running but ducked and stepped out of the way. 

 Standing on top of another hill, she produced two fireballs above the palms of her hands and hurled them at him. He dodged the first one, but the second nabbed his left arm, melting it a little. As he walked up the hill towards her, she threw a few more fireballs at him. He flew above each one. When he was yards away, she flung three more. He side stepped the first one. Then he activated a shield, in the form of a green sphere, and the two other balls fizzled out when they hit the shield. He kept approaching her, still inside the green sphere. 

 She kept throwing fireballs at him angrily but they were useless. The sphere was impenetrable. Before he reached the top of the hill, she opened her mouth wide and released her sonic ray at him but it didn't even dent the force field. A second ray was also futile so she flew off. He went after her. 

 Damn! How am I gonna stop this thing? It's obviously more technologically advanced than the first IM, she thought as she flew over some more yellow hills. Looking behind her, she saw that it was gaining speed. She immediately swooped down and hid under some eucalyptus trees. As she clung behind one tree it flew by without seeing her. Then Yvonne went after it. She figured a direct hit on IM with its shield down might do the trick. He hovered above a cave entrance, his antennas swirling. Beeps emitted from his central computer system. After landing, he approached the cavern slowly. She followed him quietly, seeing that the green sphere no longer surrounded him. Two fireballs floated above the palms of her hands. IM reached the opening momentarily. With his back towards her, she flung the balls at him. But before they had a chance to hit him the shield enveloped him once more and deflected the flames. He spun around quickly and zapped her twice with electric bolts from his penis, causing her to collapse to the ground. 

* * *

 When she woke up, she had a throbbing headache, and discovered that she had been strapped down in a chair in the cockpit of a ship. IM was seated next to her, his flashing green eyes and antennas studying her. Looking out the windshield, she saw the Earth getting smaller and smaller. Soon, the blackness of space engulfed them. 

 "Release me now!" she demanded. "Take me back to Earth!" 

 His cold metal hand gently caressed her huge, muscular thigh, and then moved its way up to her left breast. He fondled it sensually, squeezing her big nipple. She tried to get up but the restraints were too strong. She spat at him angrily but that only made him laugh. 

 "Let me go!" she continued. "Take me back to Earth now!" 

 IM kept fondling her with amusement, his eyes flashing with delight it seemed. 

 "Please, let me go! I have family and friends back there. My whole life is back on Earth. Release me. Please." 

 He remained silent for a moment before replying, "I wanted to kill you. I should have done it but after some thinking decided that you'd serve a more useful purpose on Zenwar." 

 "What purpose is that?" she asked with dread. 

 "Being my sex slave." 

 Again, she tried to break free of the straps but it proved futile. She also learned that she couldn't produce anymore fireballs. When she opened her mouth, no sonic ray beams came out. 

 "I studied your anatomy carefully and found a way to neutralize your powers. Now you will behave properly. It's going to be a long trip back to my planet so I suggest we relax and get comfy." 

 He removed her bird mask and threw it aside. 

  Yvonne had no recollection what happened after that. She figured she must've blacked out or something on the ship. When she woke up, she found herself lying on a big, circular golden bed in a spacious room with an arched ceiling. There were two bean bag style chairs nearby and on the floor was a rug that seemed to be made of sheep skin. Her headache was gone and her mask was no where in sight. Pardon the expression, but she felt naked without it. She tried activating her powers but nothing happened, and also discovered she couldn't fly anymore. Damn! I'm gonna strangle IM! She checked her body carefully but couldn't tell if she had been violated in any way. She felt normal. 

 Seconds later, a sliding door whizzed open and IM walked in. She noticed that his artificial penis was always in an erect position. He sat on the bed, stroking her thigh. "Ahh, you're up. How are you feeling?" 

 Yvonne glared at him with murderous eyes. "Where am I?" 

 "You are on Zenwar. This is my home." 

 "How long have I been here?" 

 "Oh, several days. You've been sleeping for most of that time. The long journey must've exhausted you. This will be your permanent home now, Bird Woman. Erase Earth from your memory. Forget about your family and friends. Your new life begins here today. You will learn the customs, traditions, and lifestyle of this planet. And will find out that our culture is not so different than yours." He gently caressed her bare foot. "Remember, you're my sex slave now, my mate." 

 She slapped him viciously across the face. "Don't you ever touch me again!" 

 Suddenly, he jumped on her and pinned her arms to the bed, his massive penis inches away from her vagina. She tried to throw him off of her but her super strength was gone. "I can do whatever I wish with you. You're just a regular human now." And with that he zapped her with his dick again and everything went to black. 

  After waking up yet another time, she sighed. This is getting really irritating, she thought. How am I going to get out of here? I've got to return to Earth. She sat up Indian style on the golden bed and tried to get her bearings. Then she got up and walked to the sliding door but it wouldn't open. She put her ear to it but heard nothing on the other side. Walking over to the panoramic window she looked out at the large, sprawling city below. It reminded her of Los Angeles with its impressive skyline, smoggy air, and numerous beautiful lights. It was amazing how similar their society looked like a human one. Their was a subway style train snaking its way through the metropolis, paved streets, buildings made of concrete and steel, futuristic looking cars, and even spaceships flying across the skies. From what she observed, most of the inhabitants of this place were robots that looked like IM. There was a sprinkling of other alien creatures here and there. 

 She went back to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She tried smashing it but it wouldn't break. Moments later, it whizzed open and IM stepped in, shaking his head in disapproval. He put a leash around her and pushed her to walk forward. When she tried to rip off the object around her neck, he simply pressed a button on his end of it and it shocked her with electricity. She cried in pain. 

 "Don't do that again," he warned. "Let's go. I want to show you the city and introduce you to some of my friends. Get used to it. This is your new home." 

  They strolled along the sidewalk. The weather was remarkably similar to Earth, she noticed. Warm and muggy. Interestingly, she saw people that looked like humans, but they appeared more primitive and docile like prehistoric cave dwellers. They were also naked and had leashes around their neck, too, being walked by their robot masters. She tried making eye contact with these people but they just stared down at the ground. 

 As she approached another woman, she said, "Hey! Help me!" 

 IM pressed the button and she winced as the electricity shot though her body. 

 "Be quiet. Don't say anything to anyone," he instructed. 

 He showed her the sights of the metropolis: taking her to a museum, a shopping mall, a large park, an observatory, the waterfront, and up to several of the tall skyscrapers that offered breathtaking views. They even rode the crowded subway train. As the skies darkened, they took a hovercraft taxi back to his home. 

 He made her dinner, and afterwards, went back to his bedroom. A bell chimed later. Walking through the door were two other robots that appeared to be the same series model as him. Their green eyes flashed at her in fascination and curiosity. 

 "These are my friends," IM told her. 

 She glared at them. 

 "This is the intelligent human you spoke of," one of them inquired. 

 "Yes. She's from Earth." 

 "The one that destroyed the others, that had supernatural powers." 

 "Correct. Quite a beautiful creature, isn't she?" 

 His friend walked up to the bed and examined her carefully, his antennas swirling. "Indeed. The other women are ugly compared to her. I never thought much of the humans but have to admit they're great for sexual purposes," he said, running his hand through her black shoulder length hair. 

 "They're also good servants," IM's other friend added. 

 "Yes, I agree. So, this is your new sex slave?" 

  "Correct," IM replied proudly. 

 He chuckled. "I'm jealous. Where can I get one that looks like her?" 

 "Probably back on Earth." 

 He laughed again. "I want to go there." 

 Suddenly, Yvonne bolted to the door and tried to kick it down, screaming for help. IM sighed wearily, walked over to her, and delivered a swift chop to the back of her head and she crumpled to the floor. 

  Upon waking up, she found herself lying on the bed and saw the three robots standing in the corner, talking quietly amongst themselves. When IM saw she was conscious, they walked over to the bed. 

 He simply said, "Bird Woman, you're going to love this, I promise you. You won't be disappointed." 

 All three robots climbed onto the mattress with her. She stared at their enormous, long cocks. Before she could struggle or protest, IM started fingering her large, shaved pussy. One of his buddies began fingering her anus, and the third one sucked and licked her big brown breasts and her giant, dark nipples. She moaned loudly and deeply, letting go. She stopped screaming, stopped fighting, and just enjoyed it. She thought it was going to be horrible, to be forced into a sexual act with a stranger, let alone a bunch of robots! But she accepted it, and to be perfectly honest, it really wasn't all that bad. However, images of Will flashed through her mind and she felt extremely guilty and ashamed of herself. She simply told herself that he would never find out about this. That was her only consolation. And with Zenwar being so far away, he probably never would. 

 As the robots fingered her faster and harder, her moans only grew louder. Then the three sat on chairs and she knelt before them and sucked their dicks ravenously. For her, it took getting used to an artificial penis. She licked their balls slowly and passionately. The trio stared at the ceiling, moaning. The question that kept spinning in her mind was: Are they gonna shoot cum or what? 

 They returned to the bed, where they got into a sandwich position, with IM kneeling behind her and inserting his dick into her anus. His friend was before her and slid his cock into her vagina, and the third robot fondled her breasts. They went faster and faster, all four of them moaning passionately. IM stuck his tongue out and licked the sweat that trickled down her wide brown back. 

 Soon, they climaxed. Yvonne thought her brains were going to ooze out of her ears. 

* * *

  In the morning, she woke up and discovered IM cuddled next to her under the blanket. The other two were gone. As she tried to get out of bed, his cold, metallic hand grabbed her. 

 "Where are you going?" 

 "I have to use the bathroom." 

 He went with her. She felt embarrassed as she sat on the toilet, being scrutinized by him. Afterwards, she got in the stall and took a long shower. When she was finished, he handed her a towel and she dried herself up. They left the bathroom. Then he abruptly dragged her into bed and jumped her bones. 

 Again, she didn't resist or protest. She sucked his dick for a while, and then sat in his lap and started chuckling. 




Bird Woman: Naked Superhero Ch. 03



"What's so funny?" 

 "Your penis is cold and always erect." 

 "And your body is always nice, soft, and warm. Not to mention muscular. I like muscular women." 

 "Shall we sit here and tell each other stories?" 

 "Let's fuck," he replied bluntly. He licked and sucked her clitoris slowly and sensually and she moaned loudly, rolling her eyes heavenward. He laughed when he saw the whites of her eyes. 

 "Ooooooooooooooooooooh! Oh, God," she kept saying. "Oooooooooooooooh! That feels sooooooooooooooo gooooooooood!" 

 Next, he turned her around and gave it to her doggy-style. As he pumped her faster and harder, she thought of Will suddenly. Feelings of guilt and betrayal returned. But soon, his image disappeared as she experienced another incredible orgasm. 

  She looked out the panoramic window at the city. Is this really my new home now? What about my parents and Will? From being a social worker to a sex slave. Is this my new life? Hell no! I've got to find a way out of here. It's been fun and all but this isn't me. Definitely not. 

 IM walked up to her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She felt his dick rub against her big ass, and felt it slowly slip between her cheeks. He grabbed her breasts and caressed them gently. Her 5'11" frame towered over him. 

 "What are you thinking about, my love?" he asked calmly. 

 "About how beautiful the city looks." 

 "You're more beautiful. You're my trophy. All my friends are jealous, you know that? They said they want a woman like you. A pretty Indian princess. They're not happy with their servants and want to kidnap you," he said, laughing. "What do you think of that?" 

 She chuckled. 

 "I told them how amazing you are in bed and they are envious. I've got to protect you now." He nibbled her ears. 

 "How did you neutralize my powers?" 

 "Oh, I can't tell you that," he said, kissing her ears. "Top secret stuff." 

 "You analyzed me with the internal computer in your body?" 

  "Maybe." 

 "And figured out how to deactivate my powers?" 

 "Maybe." 

 "Tell me," she said softly, turning around to face him. She stroked his penis. 

 "I can't." He French kissed her. 

 She kept thinking of ways to stall for time. "You're storing all the information about my body in your computer, correct?" 

 "Maybe." 

 She pushed him away and though for a moment. "I'm hungry." 

 He laughed. "Me, too. I'm hungry for you. Let's make love." 

 "No, I'm serious, IM. As a human, I need food. If you don't let me eat my health will deteriorate." 

 "You sound like a scientist." He sighed. "Fine. Go to the kitchen and eat then." 

  When she was alone in the kitchen, she looked up information on his computer. A lot of it was gibberish to her, techno jargon, but she slowly caught on. She found a file on herself that IM created. But the data was incomplete. She figured the rest of it was in the computer in his body. And somehow, she had to get to it. If not, she'd be his servant for God knows how long. Before he came into the kitchen she grabbed some utensils and tools from the drawers. 

  He was sitting watching the large video screen in the living room. Some news program about pollution. She approached him silently from behind and pounded him hard on the back of the head with a hammer. When nothing happened she kept knocking his head until he slumped over. She then cut off his penis and limbs with a saw until he was basically a stump. She carried him over to the computer and hooked him up to it. Soon, she was able to access the information he had on her. She studied it carefully, jotting down notes. When she was done, she hung his torso from a ceiling lamp with some rope. Then she cleared off the kitchen table and lied on top of it. With his torso directly above her, she clicked some buttons on the computer and a green light shined down on her from IM's chest. Seconds later, the light scanned her body a few times before finally enveloping her in a green sphere. The sphere was similar to the shield he used. She felt her body being saturated with a current of electricity. The computer made some beeps and clicks and another electric charge absorbed her. 

 When the process was completed, she got off the table and turned her hands over so that the palms faced up. Two fireballs soon hovered above them and she smiled. Opening her mouth, she released a sonic ray that shattered all the windows of the room. And finally, she was able to fly to the ceiling and touch it. 

 Yvonne collected all of IM's body parts and put them on the golden bed. Before leaving, she ripped out all his wiring and smashed and destroyed his internal computer. Then she threw two fireballs at his remains and he exploded into flames. After finding her bird mask, she slipped it on and flew away. 

  She reached the space terminal, snuck into a spacecraft, and launched off into space. Sitting in the cockpit chair, she looked at the computer screen. A squadron of ships was coming after her fast. After she figured out how to use the laser cannons, she blasted three of them. 

 "Return to Zenwar immediately," a robotic male voice said into her headset. "Repeat: return to Zenwar immediately or your ship will be destroyed." 

 She pressed the turbo pedal with her bare foot and the ship zoomed even faster. She jerked the control stick back and forth to dodge enemy fire. When the squadron wouldn't give up, she turned around and annihilated all of them. 

 Then she set the coordinates for Earth. 

  Yvonne landed the ship in the forest of Malibu Creek State Park. After getting out, she hurled two fireballs at it and it exploded into bits. From there, she flew to her car, surprised it was still there. No broken windows or anything. She took off her mask, put on her clothes, and then started the long journey back to the Bay Area. 

 She shook her head as she kept her hands firmly on the steering wheel. Oh, my God! Would anybody believe what I just went through? An orgy with robots? Robots with dicks? Would they think I was insane? Yes. Which is why I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about this! 

THE END 



Bird Woman: Naked Superhero



The following morning, her picture was all over the news again. Her thirty minutes of fame and glory. There was even some video footage on You Tube of her fight with the gang. The news photos censored her boobs and genital area as she expected. Some of the headlines read: BIRD WOMAN FIGHTS GANG, PREVENTS RAPE OF TEEN; BIRD WOMAN RESCUES TEENAGER FROM RAPISTS; BIRD WOMAN PRAISED BY FEMINIST GROUPS FOR STOPPING RAPE; BIRD WOMAN GETS POLITICAL. 

She pasted these clippings in her scrapbook. 

A few weeks later, she and her family went to a powwow. Her clinic had an information booth set up there and she took turns with her coworkers manning it. A good number of people stopped by, but not to pick up flyers and brochures. Instead, they chatted with them about the new superhero in town. Their very own community based heroine. 

As far as Yvonne could tell, no one knew it was her, not even her closest friends and relatives. She saw bumper stickers in the parking lot that read: BIRD WOMAN FOR PRESIDENT. 

That night, she and her friends went to play pool at Club Mallard. Shooting balls at another table was a young, slender Indian man with his black hair tied back in a ponytail. He looked up as she approached, smiling. 

"Hi, Will," she said, giving him a warm hug. 

"Hey, long time, no see. How've you been?" 

"Good. And you?" 

He drank some beer. "Did I tell you I'm in graduate school at Berkeley?" 

"I remember you mentioning wanting to get your MSW." 

"Well, that's what I'm doing now. I like it so far." 

"Cool. When you get out, come work at my clinic," she said, chuckling. 

"Are you gonna pay me the big bucks?" 

"Maybe." She introduced him to her friends, and Will introduced her to his. They played a couple rounds of pool. 

"How are your parents?" Will asked. 

"They miss you," she replied, grinning. "You're the son they never had." 

His smile was playful. "Oh, c'mon, don't embarrass me. We're in front of friends here." 

She laughed. "They ask about you a lot. My mom wants to know if lasagna's still your favorite dish." 

"It certainly is. And hers is the best." 

"It's settled then. You're having dinner with us Friday night." 

"Perfect. We're back together already," he said, laughing. 

"I'll even play your favorite song," she said, walking to the jukebox. She dropped a coin in and it blared out "With or Without You" by U2. 

* * *

After her substance abuse support group ended, Yvonne had a team meeting with the clinic staff. They discussed various cases, especially the ones involving difficult, angry clients. She presented a challenging case regarding a pregnant, homeless fifteen-year-old girl. It blew everyone's mind away, and made some teary-eyed. Some of her colleagues provided great feedback and she jotted them all down on her pad. 

When her work day was done, she went home, and took off all her clothes. After donning the bird mask that covered half of her face, she headed to the roof of her apartment building and flew into the air. She scanned the environment below, seeing if there were any crimes in progress. It was late afternoon but there was still a lot of light. 

She soon reached the Rockridge area of Oakland, seeing a flood of cars and buses fill the streets during rush hour. It looked real ugly. Hovering above College Avenue, she waited and observed. When there was no activity, she flew downtown and stood on top of a skyscraper, watching the busy streets below. A news helicopter covering after work traffic was near her, the cameraman filming her. She smiled and waved at him. He winked at her, and then the chopper flew off. 

She hopped from rooftop to rooftop, finally landing on the Bank of America building overlooking Lake Merritt. A male construction crew was working there, stopping immediately the moment she arrived. Everyone's mouth dropped wide open, staring at her body. 

"Hi, fellas," she said, grinning pleasantly. "Don't let me keep you from your jobs. I'm just doing mine, if you don't mind me staying up here, that is." 

"Not at all," the lead foreman said. 

"Thank you." As she scanned below, she caught the guys checking out her backside occasionally. Moments later, she needed to use the restroom. What timing! But even superheroes had to use the bathroom. Standing there naked on top of a tall building with a bunch of horny construction workers, she tried to think of a place she could relieve herself. Finally, she jumped in the air and flew down to a public restroom located in Children's Fairyland. 

Mothers gasped, covering their children's eyes as she walked barefoot into the ladies' room. When she was finished, she flew back to a downtown skyscraper. Nothing. She perched on top of the Tribune building but it was slow there, too. Where was all the crime today? 

She decided to return to College Avenue, a wealthy, upscale part of the city. When she was past the Rockridge BART station, she saw a group of guys in Halloween masks bolt out of a bank into a getaway car. The car sped off, heading towards Berkeley. She swooped down quickly and landed on the roof of the car. 

Peering into the driver's side window, she said, "Pull over." 

"Shit, it's Bird Woman!" the driver said. He wore a Nixon mask. 

"I'll take of her," a man wearing a vampire mask said. He took out a gun, leaned out the window, and aimed it at her. She tried to kick the weapon out of his hand but he ducked back in. Seconds later, he stuck out the window again and fired two rounds at her. Miraculously, the bullets bounced off her bare chest. The man's eyes widened in surprise. 

"Cool," Yvonne said, looking at her uninjured body. 

The man shot her three more times, but the bullets didn't do any damage. She kicked the pistol out of his hand, and then told the driver to stop again. When he ignored her, she poked her head next to him, opened her mouth, and hurled a sonic beam at them. The deafening sound made them cover their ears, screaming. The driver pulled over at the corner of Ashby and College. They still had their ears covered when she got off the car's roof. A crowd gathered to watch. 

"Get out," she said. 

They obeyed, and she flagged down an approaching police car. Suddenly, the group of four fled up College, with bags in their hands. She ran barefoot after them. Unfortunately, super speed was not among her powers but she was slowly catching up to them. 

The driver pushed people out of his way, even knocking away a baby stroller. Yvonne leaped across a couple who were sitting at an outdoor café table. She helped retrieve the baby stroller, returning it to the mother. She ran as fast as her huge, muscular legs could carry her. But she was still trying to get used to running barefoot, especially on concrete. When she was just yards away from the pack, she opened her mouth wide, and shot out another sonic beam. The piercing noise stopped them immediately. They, like everyone else around them, covered their ears. 

Yvonne caught her breath as two patrol cars pulled over. 

A female cop approached her, smiling. "I don't envy your job." 

An elderly woman shook her head in disapproval. "Cover yourself up, child." 

Will had dinner with her and her family. After the meal, Yvonne and him sat in the living room and played a game of Scrabble. She noticed he kept looking at her with his flirtatious eyes. She wore a dark sleeveless blouse, tight black slacks, and flip flops. 

"Thanks again for inviting me over," he said. 

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you're having a good time." 

"So is this the continuation of our once beautiful, romantic relationship?" 

She shot him a sly grin. "Possibly. . .we never should've broken up in the first place but school and work was really overwhelming me at the time. Sorry about ending it so abruptly." 

"You don't have to apologize. I understand." He looked at her thoughtfully. "Shall we give it another try?" 

"Absolutely." 

THE END