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Superheroines Bk. 01

By: drsnip



Super heroines Book One.



BLAZE and MIST.

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.

Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. 

As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. 

Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.

These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.

They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

This is a story about one of these Superheroes, a young woman called Wendy Armstrong. AKA MIST.

Wendy was born of normal parents, and didn't realise that she had any special powers until she hit puberty at the ripe old age of eighteen.

She was in the bathroom when her first period pains hit her, and as she gasped in pain and doubled over she went to sit down on a chair that she mainly used to drape her underwear over.

She screamed in shock as her body fell straight through the chair, and she landed sprawled naked on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

As the pains eased, she was able to process what had happened to her. 

The chair hadn't broken; it was still in one piece as was she. 

However she could clearly remember falling through it to land on the floor.

Cautiously she went to grab one of the chair legs, and again her hand passed through it as if it were made of mist.

'What the fuck has happened to the chair?' she asked herself in wonderment. 

Wendy was a brilliant girl, and was well versed in all the arts and sciences. 

The fleeting thought that the chair was just a hologram occurred to her, but this was so unlikely that she dismissed it immediately.

This wasn't some strange chair, this was her old wooden chair and that was her 36dd bra hanging over the back of it as usual.

To check that it was the chair with the problem, and not her she grabbed both of her large firm breasts and squeezed them hard. 

They felt just the same as usual, but again when she went to touch the chair it was misty.

She reasoned that as she could feel herself and hadn't fallen through the floor then it must be something wrong with the chair, and certainly not her.

Climbing gingerly to her feet, she decided to get dressed and puzzle this chair thing out calmly.

She reached out for her bra and to her relief picked it up as normal, she hated not wearing it. 

Her breasts were by all accounts enormous, for a girl of her age and build. To her surprise and relief the chair also seemed to have returned to normal, and was once again made of solid wood.

Wendy had waited years to join the other girls in her class in becoming a woman. 

For some reason she just didn't get her periods when all around her, friends were moaning about them constantly.

From what she knew of them she didn't really want to be cursed every month. 

However like most girls she wanted to fit in and be the same as everyone else. 

It was bad enough that she was the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the school. 

Her large firm breasts ensured that she got the attention of every red-blooded boy that saw her. 

It was when she went to college that she decided to adopt her own secret identity, as plain shy Wendy.

To avoid being hated by all the girls she had taken to wearing no makeup, and pretending to have periods the same as them. 

She wore her long golden hair in a bun, and wore only loose jogging suits to hide her large breasts from view.

It seemed to work, the girls accepted her as a plain Jane, and the boys ignored her. 

She had resigned herself to wearing them for the rest of school life.

She finished dressing and thought about the day ahead.

Today was going to be an exciting one at college.

One of the cities Super-heroines was going to give a talk to the girls.

Her name was Blaze, and she had the superpower of being able to set fire to anything. 

She was the ultimate pyrotechnic, and the criminal element of the city feared her. 

The Super-heroines had formed themselves into a loose federation. Although they all had superpowers, they tended to accept the fact that of all their number the most powerful Super-heroine was their titular leader Shiva.

Shiva was a very powerful telekinetic, she could move things with the power of her mind. 

Her greatest test so far had been protecting the city from a meteorite. 

It had been headed straight for the heart of the city, and would certainly have killed everyone within ten miles of its impact. 

Shiva couldn't stop such a mass travelling at such a speed, but she was able to deflect it sufficiently so that it fell into the sea. 

Although she couldn't stop the meteorite, she managed to stop the ensuing tidal wave that would have flooded the city by putting up a mental barrier.

There was still a certain amount of devastation but nothing like what it could have been.

The effort had exhausted Shiva, and she took weeks to regain her strength.

Needless to say she was feted by the City and declared a national Heroine by the President.

Shiva was Wendy's favourite super heroine; she wanted to grow up to be just like her. 

All girls and boys secretly hoped that they would manifest some sort of superpower. 

However it was a very rare occurrence, and Wendy didn't allow herself to think that this strange event was the first stirrings of a superpower.

By the time Wendy had entered the college and sat down in the auditorium, she was aware that all the college students had turned up to see the famous Blaze.

The hall was full to the rafters with noisy chattering students, but suddenly a hush fell upon them all. 

Blaze entered and walked onto the raised stage at one end of the hall.

'Fuck me, she's gorgeous,' whispered one of the boys to his friend sitting beside him.

Wendy had to agree, Blaze was six foot tall, willowy with broad shoulders, trim waist and large firm breasts. 

She walked with the total confidence of a powerful woman. 

Her face was beautiful, and was framed by a mane of bright red hair. 

Wendy had seen many pictures of Blaze, but this was the first time she had seen her in the flesh. 

Her eyes were a brilliant scarlet colour, and they seemed to flicker as if there were flames behind them.

She wore a skintight costume that revealed her perfect body in an almost indecent way. 

Her costume was a scarlet cat suit with a Golden flame emblem on her magnificent chest. 

Her face was partly hidden by a red mask that covered the upper part of it; it was shaped like flames and complimented her red eyes perfectly. 

'Fuck me, I can see her nipples,' whispered the boy nudging his pal.

Blaze stood in the centre of the stage facing the students. 

Two of her entourage stood either side of her at the ends of the stage. Simultaneously they both threw a basketball into the air towards Blaze. 

Without seeming to look at the speeding objects Blaze raised her hands and the crowd gasped as both the basketballs exploded into flame. 

Such was the intensity of the heat, that they were both completely incinerated in less than a second. 

Only a very fine dusting of ash floated down to the floor of the stage. 

The students all cheered and clapped in awe of this simple demonstration. 

'She could be standing there stark naked and she would be safe from anyone who didn't want their balls burnt off,' whispered the boy's pal seriously.

Wendy looked with envy at the proud woman on the stage. 

It must be fantastic to know that you were safe from muggers and thieves, she thought.

The evening passed too quickly, Blaze gave a talk about being a good citizen and then answered questions.

Wendy was lucky enough to be noticed when she raised her hand.

'When did you first discover your power?' she asked.

Blaze smiled her winning smile at the young girl, and answered her thus. 'I first set fire to something while I was on a camping trip. 

It was raining and I was cold and wet. 

The campfire wouldn't light and I became so angry that I swore at it. Burn, I said, and to my amazement the wet wood burst into flame. 

From them on it was a matter of learning to control my power so that I didn't burn anything out of sheer temper.'

Wendy blushed as she received the full mega wattage of Blaze's smile.

Other hands were raised and Blaze's attention turned away from Wendy.

Wendy was embarrassed to find that her panties were damp; the sheer intensity of Blaze's smile had been almost sexual.

'What the fuck just happened?' she whispered to herself.

Her nipples had become hard and swollen, ' please don't let this mean that I'm a lesbian,' she prayed silently.

If Wendy had experienced a sexual thrill from Blaze, she was not alone.

All the males in the room were aware that they were sexually aroused. 

It was caused; by being in the presence of an elemental force of nature.

On her way home Wendy wished fervently that she too could become a super heroine.

These people were like Gods walking amongst the normal humans, and this generated a fair amount of envy as well as awe. 

Super heroines had learned to be humble about their powers so as not to incur the envious hatred of the vast majority of humans. 

They were loved and tolerated mainly because they were the only ones who could protect humanity from the evil supervillians.

Blaze's main protagonist was Freezer, a supervillian who could freeze anything he touched. 

Blaze and Freezer had battled many times and so far Blaze had emerged victorious. 

Freezer was now languishing in a special jail in the outskirts of the city.

Their last epic battle had been won by Blaze when she had caused a ring of fire to surround him, this had consumed all the oxygen in the air and he had collapsed unconscious. 

It was an unwritten law amoungst these super people that they didn't use their powers to kill each other. 

At the end of the day they were a minority, and were very aware of that fact.

Like all super heroines Blaze had a secret identity, no one knew who she was in real life. 

This was essential to enable those who were super powered to have something of a normal life. 

It also protected their families against revenge attacks.

Wendy lay in bed that night and found herself masturbating while she thought of her and Blaze kissing passionately.

The next morning she woke up as usual, that is if being under your bed looking up at the springs was usual.

'What the fuck? How the fuck did I get under here?' she swore wriggling out covered in dust and old pieces of gum.

Naked she went into the bathroom and showered until she was clean and sparkly. 

The hot water cleared her head and she began to seriously think about the two strange events. 

She had fallen through her chair, and now it seemed that she had fallen through her bed onto the floor.

She was both frightened and tentativly elated at these events, please God let it mean that I am coming into a Power of my very own she prayed.

Remembering Blaze's story of the campfire, she realised that she would have to study this phenomenon until she knew what the fuck was happening before she told anyone else.

Wendy was very interested in science and was well aware that although the things that surrounded us seemed solid, they were in fact made up of atoms. 

The space between these atoms was theoretically large enough for one solid object to pass through another.

She dressed quickly in her customary bra; panties and jogging suit and sat down at her desk. 

She decided to try and consciously pass her finger through her pencil.

After many attempts she was getting frustrated and a picture of Blaze slid into her mind. 

She was naked and smiling at Wendy in a seductive manner. 

The pencil slid from her fingers and fell through her hand to land with a clatter on the desk. 

She went to pick it up and her hand passed through the desk. 

With a yelp she jumped back from the desk in shock.

'Fuck me backwards! that was fucking real,' she screamed.

She hesitantly approached the desk and gasped in awe as her hand passed through it easily. 

She still wasn't sure if she had made the desk misty, or whether it was her body that was misty.

She closed her eyes and walked slowly towards the door of her room.

She knew her room backwards and knew exactly how many steps it was to her door. 

She should have bumped her nose on it after four steps. 

After six steps she stopped and opened her eyes. 

She was standing out in the corridor, turning around she looked at her solid wooden door. 

Fighting down the flood of pure joy that threatened to swamp her mind, she kept her eyes open and stepped back through the door into her room.

It wasn't the fucking door or the fucking chair, it was her.

'YIPPEE, I'm a fucking Superhero she screamed delightedly jumping around the room in joy. 

It was only when she sat down again, that she noticed that she was in her underwear. 

Her jogging suit was by the door on the floor, she had walked out of it when she went misty.

She could only surmise that her bra and panties had stayed with her because they were so tight against her body.

'Phew, thank the fuck for that, I would hate to end up naked every time I went misty,' she breathed in relief.

It still was a mystery to her why she didn't just fall through the floor. 

She decided that her going misty was a function of her mind and there were certain default settings in her mind that operated automatically to ensure that her feet stayed on the ground so to speak.

'What the fuck do I do now?' she asked herself.

'Well for a start I am going to need a costume that stays with me when I go misty,' she muttered to herself.

The fact that her underwear had stayed with her, prompted her to go for a skin-tight cat suit very similar to the one that Blaze wore. 

She didn't own a cat suit, but did own a full body leotard that she used down the gym. 

It was a multicoloured thing but it stayed with her when she practiced walking through her door.

She discovered that she could now go misty by simply concentrating on something pleasant, such as making love to Blaze. 

As it was a weekend she went shopping for a selection of different coloured cat suits. 

She also discovered that tight fitting boots also stayed with her when she misted.

Wendy thought of what her body did as going misty, it was easier than saying it dematerialised or lost a certain amount of molecular cohesion.

The following week was spent practising this ability until she thought she had it under control.

Once the initial joy of discovering that she was special passed, she knew she would have to get some advice on her future decisions.

She considered discussing it with her parents, but realised that they would have as little idea of what to do as she did.

The only person she could think of to ask was Blaze. 

There was a way of contacting every Superhero, but normal people were discouraged from doing this frivolously.

Blaze was a top Superhero and had her own people to effectively run her associated businesses and advertising franchises.

She even had a free phone service for people to call if they needed her help. 

Despite all this it was still a difficult thing to actually meet her face to face.

Wendy decided to take the bull by the horns and go and see Blaze personally.

She disguised herself as a cleaner by simply carrying a mop and bucket, and walked into her head office in the centre of the city. 

That part was easy, but she wouldn't be able to get into Blaze's private office so easily. 

Taking off her cleaner's coat that she wore to hide her cat suit, she concentrated on Blazes breasts and walked through the wall and into a cosy room. 

This was Blaze's sanctum and she allowed very few people into it. 

Blaze was in her private shower room, soaping herself and humming a popular song as she relaxed in the hot water. 

Wendy realised that if Blaze saw her unexpectedly, she might react violently. 

Remembering the fate of the basketballs, she decided to sit on the floor with her hands on her head. 

This totally submissive pose might reassure Blaze that her presence here wasn't a threat to her.

It was a shrewd move, Blaze walked in still naked from her shower drying her hair on a fluffy towel, and stopped in shock at the sight of a young girl sitting on her carpet with her hands on her head. 

The girl was wearing a black cat suit and appeared to be unarmed.

'Please don't hurt me Blaze, I need your advice,' the girl cried out.

Blaze controlled her instinctive urge to call up her fire and calmed herself down. 

She saw the girl's eyes roaming over her body, and realised that she was still naked from the shower. 

Blaze was a beautiful woman and her thick pubic hair was red, it was startling compared to the creamy white of her groin. 

Blaze never sunbathed in the nude so had white areas on her groin and breasts. 

The rest of her was a golden brown. 

She saw the young girl feasting her eyes on her breasts and smiled to herself. 

Blaze was more comfortable with females than men, and recognised the same in this young girl.

Still naked she sat behind her desk and told the girl to sit opposite her.

'Put your hands down dear, and tell me why you are here, you can also explain how you are here in my most private room. Did you seduce my guards perhaps?' she asked with a wicked grin.

Wendy blushed furiously under Blaze's teasing and stammered out her story, ending it with 'and I walked through the wall, Ms Blaze.'

Despite herself Blaze was impressed with the courage and inventiveness of this young girl. 

It took some nerve to break into her headquarters, plus the girl was a real beauty with remarkable breasts that the black cat suit emphasised.

'Just call me Blaze dear girl, and your name is?' she asked.

'Er, I was going to call myself Mist, because I go all misty,' stammered Wendy blushing again.

'So Mist, it appears that your can adjust your body's density, have you tried increasing it?' Blaze asked the nervous girl.

Wendy hadn't even given that a thought and admitted this to Blaze.

Blaze stood up and walked around her desk until she was standing in front of Wendy. 

From her seated position Wendy had a perfect view of Blaze's pubes and again her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment.

'Why Mist, your cheeks are almost as red as my pubes,' Blaze teased gently.

The close proximity of Blaze's pubes made Wendy breath deeply to try and regain her composure. 

All this achieved was to allow the warm woman scent of Blaze's vagina to waft up her nose.

Breathing deeply made her large firm breasts move in a most exciting way, and Blaze found herself becoming moist.

She decided that she liked this girl and wanted to be more involved with her.

'Would you like me to teach you what I can about being a Super heroine?' Blaze asked seriously.

Wendy almost jumped up in glee; this was more than she had ever dreamed. 

The famous Blaze condescending to take the time to teach her.

'Oh please, please Blaze, I would be honoured if you would guide me through this' she said gazing up at this powerful woman with adoring eyes.

'Ok, let's see what you can do, follow me please,' ordered Blaze walking towards a door. 

Wendy followed behind the naked woman and admired her firm ass cheeks as they swayed seductively in front of her.


Superheroines Bk. 01



The door led to her private gym, and she told Wendy to stand on a set of weighing scales. 

Wendy weighed 140 lbs normally and the scales recorded this fact.

'Take off your cat suit please,' asked Blaze who was still naked and standing with her hands on her hips.

Wendy assumed that this was to accurately weigh her without any clothing, and peeled off the cat suit.

She was now as naked as Blaze and found to her embarrassment that her nipples had stiffened with lust.

She surreptitiously peeked at Blaze's nipples and found that they too were hard and swollen.

The removal of her cat suit made very little difference to the reading on the scales. 

Blaze had known this but had simply wanted to see Wendy naked.

As the young girl stood nervously on the scales, Blaze ran her hands over her young firm body.

'Hmmmm, good muscle tone, are these real?' she asked squeezing one of Wendy's breasts gently.

Wendy gasped as she felt her breast gently fondled by the older woman; her nipples that were already hard now actually ached with need.

'Oh yes Blaze, I have never needed augmentation, my breasts started growing early and just got bigger,' she replied breathlessly.

'I sympathise my dear, as you can see my breasts also are well developed and perfectly genuine, feel them,' replied Blaze in a businesslike manner.

Wendy wanted more than anything to feel Blaze's large firm breasts. However she was terrified that Blaze would be offended and simply daren't risk upsetting this goddess who had just offered to take her under her wing.

'I can see that just by looking at them, not that I'm staring at them or anything but they are beautiful and hard to miss,' stammered Wendy blushing again.

Blaze decided not to push it and returned her mind to the reason they were in the gym.

'Now Mist, hold this ball in your hand and concentrate, try and " go misty " for me please,' she asked.

Wendy tried to relax and recapture the mental state that she found was necessary to Mist.

Having one of her heroines standing naked in front of her made it extremely easy.

Blaze watched in amazement as the ball fell through Wendy's hand. However the weight reading on the digital scales didn't change.

'How do you feel dear?' asked Blaze concernedly.

'I feel fine, I certainly don't feel any lighter, what do the scales show,' asked Wendy.

'Walk through that set of racks for me please,' suggested Blaze.

With a nervous smile Wendy stepped off the scales and walked towards the racks that held the barbells and other weight lifting equipment.

Without any apparent effort she was able to walk straight through the wooden rack and the steel weights.

Blaze was frankly amazed, none of the Super heroines or heroes could match what see had just seen this young inexperienced girl do.

Giving Mist an encouraging smile, she asked her to stand back on the scales again.

Wendy had now become used to being naked in front of Blaze and happily stood on the scales again.

'Well done Mist, now I would like you to try and do the opposite of getting lighter, try now to increase your mass. I have a good reason for asking you to do this and I will explain it later,' said Blaze.

Seeing that Mist was having trouble with this task, Blaze thought she would help by asking the young girl what she had been thinking of when she had fallen through her bed.

Blaze was surprised when Mist put both her hands over her face and refused to answer her question.

'Please Mist, this could be very important, what were you thinking of at the time,' she persisted.

Blushing furiously Wendy whispered ' I was thinking about you.'

'What about me? What was I doing in your mind?' asked Blaze.

'Please don't ask me that, I will just die if I have to tell you,' begged Wendy piteously.

'Oh, very well then dear, but you realise that if you don't tell me then I will probably think up a far worse scenario than the one that actually happened,' warned Blaze smiling at the flustered girl.

'We were just kissing,' Wendy blurted out, terrified in case Blaze was thinking that hey were having sex or something.

'Ahh just kissing eh, oh well that wasn't so bad was it dear,' said Blaze stroking Wendy's pink flushed cheek.

'Right then, back to business, if sexual thoughts were needed to initiate your decrease in mass then perhaps you could think of icebergs to try and increase your mass.

'Well that is going to be a bit difficult isn't it what with you standing there fucking naked and sexy, how the fuck am I going to think of anything except kissing you,' snapped Wendy driven to madness by her frustration.

'Oh for heaven's sake girl, come here for a second and let me clear your mind for you' said Blaze. She grabbed the naked girl by the shoulders and kissed her deeply on her partly open mouth.

'What the Muummph' Wendy was going to say, until Blaze's experienced tongue found it's way into her young mouth. 

This was too much for Wendy to resist and she surrendered completely and returned the kiss passionately. 

Blaze's large firm breasts pressed hard against hers; and the feeling of her naked skin and firm nipples sent electric shocks straight down into Wendy's groin. 

Wendy's hand went unerringly to Blaze's breast and squeezed it hungrily, her fingers finding the nipple and pulling on it in passion.

Blaze had one hand behind Wendy's head stopping her from pulling away, whilst her other hand slipped down between her legs and squeezed her shaven pubes.

Wendy's cunt juices squirted out from between her cunt lips and soaked Blazes fingers as they worked themselves deep inside her vagina. Without conscious thought Wendy thrust her groin towards the older woman, causing her fingers to thrust deeper inside her body.

'Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck what are you doing, my cunt's on fire' cried Wendy, opening her legs wider to enable Blaze's fingers to enter her more freely.

'I was thinking of you Blaze, while I was in bed. I was thinking of you and fingering my cunt until I squirted my cum all over the sheets,' she confessed as her orgasm smashed through her body.

'Aaaarrrgghhh I'm cumming for you I'm cumming over your fingers.

Oh Fuck me, Oh Fuck me' she screamed loudly until Blaze thrust her nipple into the girls mouth. 

Wendy instinctively closed her mouth over Blaze's large firm nipple and sucked on it hard. 

To her utter amazement hot milk filled her mouth, Blaze was lactating and her full breasts were full of mammary milk.

Blaze now lost control and she became more demanding.

Her powerful arms forced Wendy to her knees until her mouth was pressed against her thick red pubic hair.

Her pubes were soaked in cunt juice and the scent was overpowering to Wendy. 

Without any hesitation she buried her face in that hot wet cunt and licked and sucked frantically. 

Blaze opened her legs as wide as she could to allow Wendy's mouth access to her most private of places.

The erotic sensation of Wendy's lips and tongue delving into her vagina brought Blaze to an incredible orgasm. 

With an animal like grunt she came into Wendy's mouth, her hot cunt juices almost drowning the young girl as she valiantly tried to swallow every drop of Blaze's love juice.

'AAAIIIEEEE OH you fucking sexy little cunt, eat me, eat my cunt out.'

Blaze demanded complete compliance. 

Her fingers locked into Wendy's hair thrusting her face hard against her squirting cunt. 

Wendy was helpless as Blaze ground her spasming cunt against her face. 

When her orgasm had finally eased enough Blaze slipped down onto the floor to join Wendy.

Blaze pulled the naked young girl into her arms and cradled her gently.

'Wow Mist, that was something else, I really needed that. I hope I didn't scare you too much dear,' she whispered to a shaking Wendy.

'I was a virgin this morning, doe's this mean that I am a woman now?' she asked looking up at Blaze's beautiful face.

'You are still a virgin dear one, and a very sexy virgin at that. 

It explains why your cunt was so very tight on my fingers. Has anyone else made you cum before?' asked Blaze stroking Wendy's hair gently.

'No, you are the first person to ever make love to me,' admitted Wendy shyly.

'Why are your breasts full of milk Blaze? I thought a woman had to have a baby before that happened.'

Blaze sighed, 'There is so much I will have to teach you about being a Super human. 

Normal women need to get pregnant before their breasts can lactate. However as you may have noticed, we are not normal women. In fact there is a theory that we are not even human, but a mutation that is headed humanity towards a more powerful form.'

As Blaze was explaining this, Wendy was gently squeezing Blaze's swollen nipples and watching in fascination as warm milk oozed out of them and ran down her perfect globular breasts.

'Oh my God, doe's this mean that I will start to leak milk out of my tits as well?' asked Wendy in a shocked voice.

In reply Blaze lowered her mouth onto Wendy's nipple and sucked hard on it.

'Oh Blaze, stop it, you will make me cum again if you suck my tits like that,' Wendy groaned as she felt the erotic suction of the woman's mouth on her breast.

Blaze's mouth released Wendy's well-sucked nipple.

'Look at your nipple dear girl' she said.

Wendy looked down at her nipple; it was red and swollen where Blaze had being sucking it but there was no sign of any milk.

'To put it bluntly, you won't start to lactate until you have been fucked by a man. Even then he has to cum inside your cunt before your body will start to produce milk,' stated Blaze.

'Lactation with us seems to be similar to an allergic reaction to a man's semen.'

'Doe's this mean that you have been fucked Blaze? We all thought that you were a virgin,' blurted Wendy without thinking.

Again Blaze sighed and kissed Wendy on the mouth lovingly.

'OK darling girl, I had better tell you the bad news that comes with choosing to be a Super heroine. The rules are like this, when we capture a bad guy, whether he is a normal or a super villain he or she goes to jail. However if and when they capture us then we get raped. We don't kill people and in return even the bad guys won't kill us, but they will certainly rape us repeatedly until we can escape or be rescued by our teammates. Also in order to further humiliate us they always fuck us up the ass.'

'Oh my God, I have never heard of any of the Super heroines being raped,' gasped Wendy incredulously.

'No dear, the media always hush it up in order to promote the fiction that we are unbeatable and virtuous. In truth there are few of us who haven't been well fucked and buggered, including me,' admitted Blaze quietly. 'I'm speaking to you as an adult, I'm using the words Fuck, Cunt, Rape, Bugger and cum because that is the reality of it. The bad guys do not make love to us; they do not gently penetrate our vaginas.

They fuck our cunts and asses as hard and often as they can.'

'It gets worse I'm afraid,' continued Blaze grimly. ' Once fucked we then start to lactate, unfortunately normal humans have discovered that by drinking the breast milk of a Super heroine they can acquire her powers for a short time. Consequently our milk is always sought after, and after they have raped us they milk our breasts dry. A small bottle of our milk is worth hundreds of dollars on the black market. Just think how valuable your milk would be to a safe cracker. He could rob any bank he chose by just walking through the vault door.'

Last year four of our members disappeared; we finally rescued them after they had been imprisoned for over a week.

We found them held captive in a dairy farm in the country. The bad guys had repeatedly raped them and had then connected them to an industrial milking machine that milked their breasts dry every morning. When we finally rescued them they were in a terrible state, fucked and buggered raw and their big firm breasts just empty bags. 

We had to send them to a private health resort for a month just to recover.

On the plus side, we do recover from the most violent of abuse, our bodies regenerate very quickly and our strength returns with our milk.'

Wendy was suffering from information overload and just sat there hugging Blaze tightly.

'Oh you poor darling, it must have been awful being raped and buggered. But how on earth could anyone get close enough to overcome such a powerful Pyrotechnic like yourself?' she asked.

'They caught me by using gas in an enclosed room, I was young and cocky and thought I could take anyone. When I woke up I was a strapped naked over a pool table, I had been gang raped and buggered. Needless to say my cunt and ass were fucked raw, and my breasts were sore and bruised where they had been roughly squeezed to try and drain milk from them. 

I had no milk in my breasts because I had been a virgin until then. It takes a week or so before the milk comes in after your first fucking. They had to keep me sedated as they violated me because if I had been awake I could have burned them to a crisp if I had felt like it. They had long gone but had left me a parting gift, my cunt and ass were full of their cum. 

I was lucky not to have gotten pregnant as back then I wasn't on the pill. I never dreamt that I could be captured, but there you go, you live and learn and I certainly learnt my lesson after that little episode.'

This previously secret information had the effect of a bucket of cold water on Wendy's libido. 

She no longer felt the tiniest bit sexual and got to her feet. 

Blaze watched her as she pulled on her cat suit; her face was very serious as she processed this information.

'Is this why you prefer women?' she asked Blaze outright.

'I'm afraid so darling girl, I hope it never happens to you, because being gang raped is the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me, and it put me off men for life,' confessed Blaze sadly.

'This is the main reason that we have Super Villianesses like Falcon. She was brutally gang raped and buggered at a very young age. She hates all men with a vengeance and doesn't hesitate to kill them if they get in her way. She is not the only one that has been abused and has turned against humanity. Ironically it is the existence of these Super Villains that ensures our own survival, the normal humans need us to protect them against the likes of Falcon and Demoness' said Blaze.

Invoking those dreaded names made Wendy shudder in fear; this was the dark side of being Superhuman. 

Falcon and Demoness, were two of the evil Super humans. 

The normal population lived in fear of them, and rightly so. 

Falcon was one of the super villains who could fly. 

She had equipped herself with strap-on claws and swooped down on anyone who incurred her wrath inflicting terrible damage on them.

Demoness was even more dangerous; she was a coercer. 

She only had to touch you to be able to bend you to her will. 

Fortunately she had to actually touch her victims for this power to work, and she could only enthral one person at a time. 

Even so she could cause chaos as and when she chose.

Like all the normal humans Wendy had put them both firmly in the evil box. 

Now she found herself having a degree of understanding for these women.

It seemed to work out that every main city had equal numbers of Superheroes and Supervillans, why this was nobody knew for certain, it was just a statistical fact.

Wendy found that she was shaking uncontrollably, the letdown from her unexpected orgasm and then the news about the dark side of a life that she had thought was similar to Gods had shaken her badly. 

She now realised that it was a dangerous life being a Super heroine. 

For the first time she wondered if it might have been better if she had remained a normal girl.

Blaze realised that she had frightened Mist, and hoped that she was being cruel to be kind. 

The last thing she wanted to do was to find this fresh young girl tied up and raped in a dingy basement. 

If only she had someone like herself to advise her when she had been young and enthusiastic. 

Still there was no point crying over spilled milk, and she also stood up and taking Mist by her hand walked into her bedroom to get dressed.

Wendy sat on Blaze's bed and watched her dress herself in her trademark scarlet cat suit with the golden flame on its chest. 

She pulled on her scarlet leather thigh boots with stiletto heels, and completed her uniform by belting on her utility belt. 

'I love your uniform; it is a statement of your power and is also very sexy. Oh my God, I've just noticed that your eyes are green. You are a green-eyed redhead. I was sure that you had red eyes,' said Wendy in a puzzled voice.

'I wondered when you would notice that,' said Blaze smiling at the confused girl.

To complete her transformation into Blaze the Super heroine, she opened her beautiful green eyes wide and slipped in coloured contact lens. 

When she turned and looked at Wendy her eyes were the familiar red flames that stared out of the thousands of posters that decorated the bedroom walls of her fans.

'They are fake, your eyes are fake exclaimed Wendy, ' why bother to do that?'

'It's all Showmanship my darling girl; smoke and mirrors. There aren't that many green-eyed red-heads in the city. How long to you think it would take the bad guys to discover my secret identity if I hadn't changed their colour?' she said.

'All of this, the eyes, the uniform is totally un-necessary, a show for the public. I could have burnt you to a crisp when I was stark naked from the shower if I had chosen to. 

No my darling girl, the sexy uniform and props are all to do with advertising franchise. My sponsors want me to look hot and sexy, it sells their products and makes me a lot of money.'

Wendy was stunned at her candour and respected her even more for being so honest.

To finish off her disguise Blaze donned her mask and was now unrecognisable as the woman Wendy had just made love to.

Compared to Blaze's hot and sexy uniform, Mist's simple black cat suit seemed amateurish and boring.

To cheer herself up Wendy asked Blaze if she would help her design her own uniform.

Blaze thought it would be a positive thing, and might lift Mist's spirits if she had a decent uniform.

'Before we design a uniform we must be sure what your powers are, so it's back on those scales for you young lady,' said Blaze with a fond smile.

Wendy didn't see why Blaze was so determined to pin her powers down. She thought it was enough that she could walk through walls, still she had asked Blaze for her help and she would do as requested.

Now dressed in her black cat suit she once again stood on the scales.

'Why are we doing this?' she persisted.

Blaze considered her answer and then asked Wendy a question.

'What am I famous for?'

'Why for being able to set fire to anything of course,' she answered.

'Oh, just that? you could set things on fire yourself, it just needs a match,' replied Blaze with a grin.

There was an ornamental brazier in the room and with the mere touch of her power Blaze ignited it with a whoosh.

'Look at those flames,' she instructed Wendy.

As instructed Wendy looked at the flames crackling merrily in the brazier. 

Suddenly without warning they were extinguished totally.

'Go and touch the embers,' ordered Blaze.

Wendy walked across the room and gingerly poked the embers with her finger. 

They were stone cold, almost freezing in fact.

'What the fu.... How did you, did you do this Blaze?' she stammered.

'Yes my dear girl, the other side of my power over heat, is the ability to draw the heat from a fire and extinguish it as you just witnessed.'

'Wow, the fire brigade must love you,' whispered Wendy in awe.




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Blaze smiled in pride, ' yes they do, I am often asked to attend a serious fire if it is out of reach of their equipment. I really love helping them out, it is a positive act and has saved lots of lives,' replied Blaze.

Wendy stepped back onto the scales and asked innocently,

'Doe's it matter that I am dressed?' 

'OK you caught me there sexy bum, I only told you to strip off so I could feast my eyes on your perfect little body,' admitted Blaze.

'Now to business, hold this ball again and squeeze it as you concentrate. Think of all those bad things that we were talking about and try and increase your mass as mush as possible, try and pull as much mass into your body as you can. Regard it as protection from those who would try and hurt you.'

Wendy used her fear as a tool and thought of making her body into a solid block of unbreakable steel. 

She concentrated hard and suddenly the ball burst in her hand as she squeezed it.

'Woops, how did that happen?' she asked Blaze.

'Remember your science lessons about the effects of mass, go to the weights and see if you can lift any of them.'

Wendy giggled, she only weighed 140 lb soaking wet and had never been very strong. 

However she walked across the gym and bent down. 

She picked up a weight using one hand and turned it over to read the weight embossed on its other side.

She stared at it in disbelief, the weight was rated at 100lb and she was holding it as if it was made of cardboard.

'What the fuck? How can I hold this in one hand when it weighs almost the same as my whole body?'

'I think you must be many times denser than normal at the moment, consequently that weight in your hand is light compared to your mass. Try and bend the steel bar for me.'

Wendy tossed the weight to one side and jumped as it smashed against the wall of the gym gouging a hole in the plaster.

'Please be careful Mist, bend that bar for me and I will explain what is going on here,' said Blaze excitedly.

With a shrug Wendy picked up the steel bar that the weights were slid onto, and again it felt as if it were made of some light substance.

She bent it in half with no effort at all; it was as if Blaze had replaced all these items with toy props made of paper and polystyrene.

Blaze was inwardly ecstatic; this was the result she had hoped for when she pointed Mist along this path. 

When a body gained mass whilst keeping the same overall size, it meant that it had become denser. 

Denser meant stronger muscles, and it also should mean something else.

'Please stand perfectly still Mist and close your eyes,' ordered Blaze.

She reached into her utility belt and pulled out a switchblade. 

This often came in handy for freeing people tied up with ropes.

She approached Mist cautiously and lightly poked the sharp blade against her arm. 

It was like poking a statue made of steel. Mist obviously didn't even feel her doing it. 

She decided to prove her theory and drove the knife hard into Mist's arm. The steel blade bent like tinfoil as it slammed into the super dense flesh of Mist.

'Whew, I'm glad I was right about that,' breathed Blaze looking at her ruined knife.

'Right about what? Can I open my eyes now please?' asked Wendy.

'Before you do that I want you to try and return your mass to normal,' asked Blaze.

Wendy tried to think about sexy things again and remembered the feeling of Blaze's fingers deep inside her. 

Her body went back to normal and she opened her eyes to see Blaze looking at her with pride.

'Well done darling, I am very proud of you. I see you have the makings of a very powerful Super heroine.

Wendy beamed with pleasure at the genuine compliment from her new friend and mentor.

Her young and inexperienced heart had fallen completely in love with this beautiful woman. 

All Wendy wanted was to please Blaze in every way she could.

'Thank you so much for your help and advise Blaze, I don't know how I can thank you properly,' she said gazing at her heroine.

Blaze was glad that she was now fully dressed; otherwise she would have been dragging this young girl into her bedroom and fucking her until she screamed in passion.

'Well we'll worry about that at some other time,' said Blaze gruffly.

'I was wondering if Mist is still the best name for you,' said Blaze seriously. 

'Your ability seems to be the mental manipulation of the forces that bind your atoms together. 

When you get stronger, you don't actually change size. That proves that you are not gaining any extra atoms from your surroundings. 

What seems to be happening is that you are increasing the strength of the atomic force that holds your atoms together. 

When you go misty you are relaxing those same forces to allow your atoms to slip through the atoms of the things you are moving through.

How about Atomic Kitten?' Blaze suggested.

'I agree with your logic Blaze, but I like the name Mist, and also it may give me an advantage that no one will know about my other ability,' said Wendy.

'Good thinking dear girl, I never thought of that angle, yes you are thinking ahead. Very few of the Super heroines are actually physically strong. I myself am only as strong as a very fit woman; there are those of us who are blessed with great physical strength. Amazon could bend that bar as you did, however she is built like a brick shithouse. Tall and beautiful, but bulging with muscles like a body builder with tits,' giggled Blaze.

'Shiva herself is quite a slim woman, she could bend that bar with her mind, but not I think with her bare hands.

Yes I agree with you, the bad guys will view you as simply a young girl who can walk through walls, very wispy and ethereal. Imagine their surprise if they grab you and you turn super dense. You will be able to incapacitate them easily.'

Wendy almost wriggled with pride at Blazes remarks, she had been a bit nervous about disagreeing with her but had thought this through and determined to keep her strength a secret for as long as she could.

'Blaze, I would like you to know my real name, we have made love and I know I can trust you,' ventured Wendy.

'I am honoured dear girl, however only tell me your first name, who knows that if I am ever captured and tortured I don't want to send the bad guys after you and your family,' replied Blaze.

'My name is Wendy, and I think I love you,' confessed Wendy looking into Blaze's red eyes.

'My name is Helen, my darling girl. Your declaration of love warms my heart, but you don't know me well enough yet to commit yourself. I am the first one to have made love to you, and although I won't try and diminish your feelings for me I would point out that this could be just a crush.'

Blaze was still thinking about a suitable costume for Wendy.

It had to be skin-tight to stay on her when she misted, so the cat suit was the best option. There would be no point having any kind of utility belt as that would probably fall off her.

Strangely enough what she was wearing now was going to have to be it.

Wendy had to agree but was determined to have a mask and a badge on her breast to signify her powers. 

Blaze had a golden flame; she wanted a depiction of an atom embroidered in gold thread. 

Blaze thought that this was a very good idea and told her of a lady seamstress who did a lot of work for Super heroines.

With a loving hug she kissed Wendy goodnight and after giving her cell phone number, asked her to come and see her when she had her costume made.

Blaze was on her way out to patrol the city, she was part of a federation of Super heroines and they took turns patrolling the streets after dark.

Some had sidekicks, but Blaze didn't think she needed any help and patrolled alone.

Tonight there was a rumour that the drug lord known as Coco was manufacturing drugs in a warehouse somewhere in the docks area.

Blaze was going to swing by and scout the area. 

If she could locate him, then she would call for the rest of the team before going in. 

Her team on call tonight consisted of Shockwave, Siren and Amazon. 

She could think of no situation that the four of them couldn't handle.

The docks were dark and deserted just after midnight, and they smelt of foreign spices and diesel oil. 

The freighters were moored and she could faintly hear the sound of the various crews living their lives aboard the sea going vessels.

It was a pleasant night, and she was enjoying the peace and quiet as she walked along the side of the river.

Blaze spotted a light in one of the boarded up warehouses and decided to investigate it. 

This building was due to be demolished later in the year to make way for an extension to the Hospital that backed onto it and there should not have been anyone occupying it. 

However she knew that the homeless didn't care about things like that and may well have taken shelter in such a shell of a warehouse.

She crept up to the rusted corrugated iron wall of the warehouse and looked through a rust hole. 

She could see movement in the shed and suddenly a man wearing some kind of mask came into her field of vision. 

He was carrying a bag of white powder, it could have been flour, but she was certain it was cocaine. 

Dealers often wore masks to protect themselves against the airborne particles of the drugs they were manufacturing.

She wanted to make sure that this was indeed the drug lord's factory before alerting her team. 

Before she went any further she slipped gas filters into her nostrils, they were state of the art. 

Very small but guaranteed to filter out most gases. 

'Fool me once, shame on you, Fool me twice shame on me,' she muttered under her breath. 

There was a loose iron panel in the wall and she found that she could lift it sufficiently to slip under it and into the warehouse. 

Voices came from inside an area that had been surrounded by plastic sheeting, similar to a clean room in a factory. 

Blaze reasoned that here was the actual manufacturing equipment, and it had to be kept free of the dust of the docks.

There was no one about so she stole quietly over to the sealed room and looked in. 

There were no tables or bags of drugs that she could see. 

However there was a sort of pumping machine standing by the side of a vertical frame that had manacles attached to it at the four corners.

'OUCH, Fuck that stung,' she swore as she was bitten by some kind of bug on her neck. 

She was rubbing her neck and looking around for the little fucker when the lights went out.

'Good evening Blaze, a real pleasure to meet you at last, please don't attempt to use your powers or the result will be catastrophic for the Hospital that backs onto this warehouse,' said a deep cultured voice.

She gingerly opened her eyes, and saw that she was strapped naked to the frame by the manacles provided.

Strangely her mask had not been removed.

Standing in front of her was a big man who she could only assume was the drug lord Coco.

'Why shouldn't I burn you and your henchmen to hell Coco?' she snarled pulling at the manacles angrily.

'Look around you dear lady; this warehouse is one of our explosive storage facilities. Those crates that we have stacked close to the back wall are only yards from the rear of the Dockland Hospital. 

The crates are full of munitions and as you can see, my men and myself are all wearing explosive vests. True you could still burn us, but you, me my men and many of the Hospital patients would die in the ensuing blast. Do you want that on your conscience dear lady? I think not. No you will do as you are told and submit to whatever I choose to do to you,' he gloated.

Blaze realised that he had he trapped by her own honour. 

No matter what they did to her she couldn't risk detonating this entire stock of explosives and wiping out the Hospital.

'Why haven't you unmasked me?' she asked.

'Lets just say that it turns me on to fuck a super heroine, without the mask you would be just like any other whore that I have fucked,' he sneered.

She looked around and was puzzled to see that there still didn't appear to be any drugs on view.

'Very clever Coco, but tell me, where are the drugs that you are dealing that makes it worth the risks you are taking,' she asked calmly.

'Why my dear lady, the drug of choice, the drug of fashion, the new drug that everybody wants and is willing to pay ridiculous prices for is at this moment safe inside your lovely full breasts,' answered Coco, caressing and squeezing Blaze's large naked breasts lovingly.

'Super heroine milk; the consumption of which confers that particular heroine's power for a short time. Looking at your lovely full breasts I think we will be able to extract enough to make me a rich man,' he explained. 

'Rubbish, I doubt that I have a fraction of a pint in each of my breasts, that won't make you a rich man Coco,' she retorted dismissively.

'Oh very true my dear woman, but I know that the production of milk is a consequence of your allergic reaction to male semen. 

Therefore once we have drained your breasts my men and I will amuse ourselves by filling your womb with our cum. I estimate that after a few weeks we will have gallons of your milk ready for distribution to those who desire it,' said Coco chuckling at the expression of shock and horror on Blaze's face as she realised that this had been planned from the start as a long term project to drain her of her milk.

Coco squeezed her breast hard and smiled as a drop of her milk oozed out of her nipple.

'I am very tempted to suck these lovely big nipples myself, but I am a businessman and every drop is precious,' he said motioning one of his henchmen over with the milking apparatus.

The man flicked a switch and a hissing sound emanated from the suction caps on the end of two hoses that led from the machine.

With callous indifference to her body, he placed the suction caps over her nipples. 

The suction caused them to clamp hard against her breasts and she gasped as she felt her milk being sucked forcibly out of her nipples.

'Yes I have been told by my test subjects that it is a painful process,' said Coco. 'However after the tenth time your nipples will become hardened to the pain and your milk will flow more freely.'

Blaze watched in horror as a small jar on the side of the diabolical machine began to fill slowly with her warm white milk.

'Her tits need to be dangling, to aid the flow' said the milker gruffly.

Coco went to the side of the steel frame and operated a wheel; it began to bend the hinged frame in half forcing Blaze to bend at the waist until her breasts were dangling straight down. 

This left her beautiful naked ass totally exposed to the lecherous gaze of the men watching.

With mounting horror Blaze saw some of the men unzipping their trousers and extracting their cocks.

She heard them arguing amongst themselves as to who would fuck her first.

'Now then gentlemen, there is enough prime pussy here for all of you. However as the boss I claim the first fuck, my balls are uncomfortably full of cum and I need to empty them into this young woman's tight little cunt as soon as the last drop of her milk is extracted,' said Coco firmly to his henchmen.

Blaze blushed red with shame and anger; they were discussing her as if she were a whore for their perverted pleasure.

Her position was perfect for fucking from behind, her legs were spread apart and her naked ass and cunt were totally exposed to anyone who cared to enter her.

She was burning with shame and embarrassment, as she felt rough hands parting her ass cheeks and a finger insert itself deep into her cunt.

'We may need some lubrication here dear lady,' commented Coco as he thrust his thick finger in and out of her cunt.

'Don't worry about that boss, after we have all fucked her she will be as loose and sloppy as the other whores we have captured,' said one of the henchmen staring raptly at Blaze's neat anus.

Blaze cringed as she realised the import of those words, she wasn't the first Super heroine that they had captured. 

She wondered what had happened to the previous victims of Coco.

'Ah I see you are concerned about your predecessors dear lady,' said Coco as he positioned himself directly behind her rubbing his cock to get it as hard as possible for the rape. 

'Rest assured they were all of far lesser stature than your good self, the price I can charge for the milk depends solely on the calibre of Super heroine from which it was extracted. 

You dear lady are amongst the top ten, your milk is highly sought after. The only women higher than you are the super strong, and the most powerful telekinetics such as the lady Shiva herself.

The criminal fraternity want to try out your powers in the pursuit of crime in this rich and vibrant city of ours,' explained Coco as the milking machine sucked the last dregs of Blaze's milk from her empty breasts.

Gripping her naked hips firmly he positioned his cock between her tight cunt lips.

'Brace yourself dear lady' he growled with lust and drove his big cock deep into her defenceless cunt.

'AAAIIIIEEEEEEE screamed Blaze as she was violated, tears filled her eyes and she sobbed uncontrollably as his throbbing cock rammed into her body over and over. 

His big hairy balls slapped against her naked ass as he fucked her violently. 

Such was the strength of his thrusts that her breasts were swung about and the suction caps fell of her nipples. 

Her once firm breasts were now drained and slack, as they swung to the rhythm of his fucking.

Wendy was terrified, she so badly wanted to be a Super heroine, but hadn't a clue how to use her powers to fight crime. 

She had decided to follow Blaze tonight as she went on patrol to see just what it was all about. 

She had no intention of interfering, as she was certain that Blaze would be furious with her if she knew she was being shadowed. 

Wendy loved Blaze passionately and dreaded her being angry with her. Dressed in her black cat suit complete with a homemade black mask and practicing her misting skills, she had literally ghosted along undetected behind the red costumed woman. 

She was just thinking how boring patrolling the docks was, when she saw Blaze head for the warehouse.

She watched excitedly as Blaze reconnoitred the warehouse, and watched with appreciation as she saw her don the gas filters.

When Blaze slipped into the warehouse through the confidently loose panel Wendy simply walked through the wall and watched from a distance. 

She was shocked when a man in the shadows fired a blowgun at Blaze, and saw her drop to the ground unconscious.

Wendy thought the men were fools, as soon as Blaze regained consciousness she would burn them all to a crisp. 

She watched with increasing trepidation as Blaze was stripped naked and shackled to the frame. 

'Any minute now she will wake up and boy are you lot going to suffer,' she chortled to herself supremely confident in her lover's powers.

To her surprise and dismay when Blaze woke up and spoke to the leader of these men she didn't let loose the fiery hell that Wendy expected.

Wendy watched stunned, as Blaze allowed the men to milk her breasts without putting up a fight.

Wendy was torn in two, she wanted to storm in and rescue Blaze, but didn't want to spoil any plans that her heroine may be following. 

She had to trust that Blaze knew what she was doing, and just watch and wait.

Apart from the obscene sucking noise of the milking machine, the conversations between Blaze and the Boss seemed civilised and almost courteous. 

Wendy just didn't know what to do.

It was only when she heard Blaze scream in shock and pain, that she realised that something was badly wrong here. 

The Big man was fucking Blaze and hurting her in the process. 




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The rest of the men appeared to be forming a queue to take their turns after he had finished with her.

Wendy discovered at that moment the key to becoming super dense. 

It was RAGE, pure unadulterated rage and hatred. 

She could feel her body changing as she strode out of hiding towards the group of rapists.

She was seen instantly, and two of the men ran towards her leering at her trim large breasted body that the black cat suit emphasised rather than concealed.

'Wow, here comes another babe, I want to fuck this one,' crowed the first one to reach her.

Without slowing she simply batted him to one side with a sweep of her arm. 

Such was her super-dense mass, that his ribs cracked and his unconscious body was smashed into a crate destroying it and revealing the explosives it had contained. 

She now realised why Blaze hadn't been able to protect herself. 

Without her fire Blaze was just an ordinary woman with big tits.

The second thug had seen the fate of his comrade but was going too fast to stop. 

Wendy caught hold of his arm and spun around. 

She threw him into the wall as if his body was made of polystyrene. However he hit the wall and caused a man sized dent in it before slumping unconscious to the floor.

'Get the bitch,' snarled Coco still fucking Blaze.

The remaining two men drew their handguns, until Coco screamed at them about the explosives all around them.

They quickly dropped the guns to the floor and drew their knives. 

They both charged together, Wendy waited until they both struck at her, the knife blades shattering against her super dense skin. 

She grabbed them both and slammed them together violently. 

Their arm bones snapped under the enormous pressure of her grip and they fell boneless to the floor out cold.

Coco was loath to pull out of Blaze, as he desperately wanted to cum in her. 

However he was a cold-blooded businessman, and realised that this young girl was a serious problem. 

With a grunt of frustration he stepped back from Blaze, pulling his cock out of her abused cunt with a soggy plop.

'Stop right there girl,' he ordered drawing his gun and pushing it deep into Blazes vagina.

'Stop or I'll fire, her body will ensure that the explosives don't ignite,' he threatened. 

Blaze groaned in pain as the barrel of his gun violated her vagina. 

Wendy stopped dead, she couldn't think of a way to reach him. 

The decision was taken out of her hands, as he withdrew the gun from Blaze's vagina and fired at Wendy point blank. 

The heavy bullet hit her dead in the center of her chest, and she went crashing to the ground.

'Fuck you bitch, that will teach you to interfere in my business snarled Coco. 

Leaving Blaze shackled to the frame he walked over to the black clad figure lying still on the ground.

'Who the fuck were you, you little cunt he snarled, kicking her body to roll her over onto her back. 

With a lithe bound Wendy jumped up and grabbed hold of his wrist, he was about to squeeze the trigger again when Wendy squeezed his wrist. Bones crunched loudly, and the signal from his brain to his hand was short circuited by the intense pain.

That pain however was nothing compared to the pure agony he suffered, when Wendy grabbed hold of his dangling testicles and again squeezed hard. 

They were crushed to a pulp and he fainted dead away with the excruciating agony.

'Let's see you fuck anyone else in this lifetime,' she snarled at his unconscious body.

Keeping her rage boiling she walked over to the frame and snapped the steel manacles holding Blaze. 

The woman was exhausted from the forced milking, and the violent rape and sagged in her arms.

'Get me out of here please darling girl, we can call the cops to pick up this trash once I'm dressed and presentable,' whispered Blaze.

Wendy helped Blaze to get into her costume; her joy at rescuing her lover enabled her to return her body to normal.

When she knew she wouldn't hurt Blaze she kissed and hugged her tightly. 

'I'm so sorry I didn't act sooner, but I was scared that I would mess up your plans,' she said.

'Well my plans had gone awry, so I can only thank you from my heart dear girl. You have saved me from a terrible fate and I won't forget this night,' replied Blaze kissing Wendy on her lips.

Blaze walked painfully over to the machine and removed the jar of milk. 

To Wendy's surprise she drank half of the jar in one go, and then further surprised the girl by handing her the jar, which still contained some of her milk.

'Here you are darling girl, when you get the chance go somewhere deserted and drink this. You will be surprised what it will do,' she said smiling at Wendy.

'Oh by the way, I BLAZE Super heroine of the city, and member of the Super heroines Federation, hereby welcome you MIST into our sisterhood. 

You are now an accredited Super heroine and I sponsor you without reservation,' announced Blaze with calm dignity.

'Mist felt tears leak from her eyes as she was welcomed into the elite band of women that protected the human race. 

Her heart swelled with pride and her eyes shone with love for the battered but brave woman standing before her.

Blaze called the cops and the press, this was a big bust and she was going to milk it for all it was worth, no pun intended.

The Press arrived with the Cops, and were busy taking pictures of the scene. 

Blaze gave a statement to the cops giving all the credit of the capture of Coco to the new Super heroine on the block MIST.

Pictures were taken of the two masked Super heroines, and the Press and Cops went their separate ways.

Mist and Blaze were left alone outside the warehouse.

'I'm to hyped up to sleep Blaze,' she said excitedly.

'Good my darling girl, because I intend to take you to my bed, and the last thing I want to do there is sleep,' said Blaze kissing her new crime-fighting partner and lover passionately.

To be Continued



Superheroines Bk. 02



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.

If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.

Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. 

As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. 

Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.

These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.

They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple

If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.

If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

*

The Lady Shiva and Demoness

The Mayor of the City was holding a Charity Ball and the main attraction was to be the presence of the City's top Super heroine the Lady Shiva.

There would be other Super heroines there but they would just be a supporting act to the most powerful woman in the world.

Shiva was at home having a shower before she left for the Ball.

Being a very shy young woman, she was both very nervous and yet elated at the same time.

Since becoming a Super heroine she had done her good works quietly and without seeking publicity.

She had faced down death more than once in the line of duty. 

Although she was scared at the time, it was a very different fear to the type she was feeling at the moment.

For one thing she had to lie to her parents as to where she was going tonight. 

She hated lying to anyone especially her parents, however they didn't know that their little obedient daughter was the all-powerful Super heroine Shiva. 

Therefore she couldn't tell them that she had been invited to a Ball by the Mayor of the city.

She had told them that she was visiting a college friend who lived nearby, but that she would be home before midnight.

Normally she had more freedom to pursue her self appointed task of being a Super heroine as she lived on campus. 

However she had been staying with her parents for the weekend. 

The most powerful woman in the world stood just over five feet tall and weighed about 100 lbs soaking wet, which was how she was at the moment.

A good portion of that weight; was made up with her long waist length hair, and her large firm breasts.

She had full womanly hips and a trim waist, "child bearing hips" as her mother was wont to say with a smile.

Or as her male classmates would say, " a very fuckable ass"

She had once been referred to as a living blow up sex doll. 

The idiot who had made that remark had found himself stark naked in the main square of the city. 

Shiva having telepathically ripped his clothes off, and lifted the bulky man the two hundred yards to the square by the power of her mind.

Shiva was a well brought up young woman of Indian extraction, and wouldn't allow any sexual innuendos to be made about her or any other woman in her presence.

Her long shiny hair was jet black, and her flawless skin a pleasing golden coffee colour. 

She had enormous eyes that captured the attention of all that met her. 

They were bright blue, an extremely rare colour for an Indian girl.

Her parents were from Calcutta, and had been living in America for over 30 years. 

Her real first name was Shilpa, and she had been brought up as an American girl all her life, but she had the upbringing and morals of an Indian girl.

Shilpa was a bit of a loner in college as she just couldn't bring herself to chatter about sex and boys like all her friends. 

She had been brought up to believe that sex and other personal things shouldn't be mentioned in public. 

She believed firmly in making the punishment fit the crime, which was why she had treated the rude man so harshly.

Her large breasts had always embarrassed her, but she couldn't do anything about them except try and hide them under her usual loose clothing. 

However when she appeared as Shiva she wore a skin-tight body stocking that made her appear from a distance to be naked. 

It was golden and matched her face perfectly; she had deliberately chosen this costume so as to separate her two lives as fully as possible.

When she had come into her power she had suffered a slight personality split. 

Shilpa was the perfect little Indian girl, whilst Shiva was the avatar of the Goddess herself, "The Destroyer of Worlds"

Thankfully for the humans of the city, Shilpa's good nature controlled the power of Shiva.

Shilpa was 20 years old and still studying at college; her parents wanted her to become a lawyer and that entailed years of study.

She was still a virgin, a rare thing indeed for a beautiful young woman in a college environment.

Like all Super heroines she had come into her power at puberty. 

Her mental powers had started of weak and intermittent. 

She found she could bring small objects to her hands and close doors from a distance. 

Shilpa thought that doing such things was somehow naughty, and had hidden her ability from her parents. 

This reinforced the naughtiness, as she knew that she shouldn't keep things from them. 

Her mind solved this moral problem by creating a second Shilpa, a secret Shilpa who embraced her power hungrily and practiced it in deserted areas until she could lift cars and lorries with ease.

You needed a very good imagination to be a powerful telekinetic. 

If she had tried to lift a lorry without the correct preparatory work she would have been crushed. 

The laws of physics were not to be taken lightly. 

In order to lift heavy objects she first had to form mental braces similar to an A-frame. 

Sheer power was useless unless the person exerting it was braced against something.

She used this configuration to lift dead weights; the weight of the object was taken by the mental braces and not by her fragile young body. Needless to say this took her months to perfect, until she could form the necessary mental tools to do almost anything.

Shiva was not a crime fighter as such, she preferred to save lives from the shadows, taking no credit and fading back into the shadows when the police or fire fighters arrived on the scene.

Her first act as a Super heroine had been when she happened to be near a high-rise building that had caught fire.

The Ladders of the fire engines couldn't reach the trapped people and some of them were thinking of jumping to their deaths, rather than wait to be burnt alive. 

One such man leapt into space and screamed in terror as he hurtled to the ground. 

Shilpa stepped back against the wall of a building and imagined two strong arms that braced her against the wall; another two arms reached across the street and held her body securely. 

She then conjured up a giant hand that caught the plummeting man and lowered him to the ground gently.

With the same hand now joined by another, she scooped the trapped people from the windows and lowered them all to safety.

Just then a scarlet sports car screamed up to the group of firemen, and she saw a beautiful masked woman climb out and confer with the men.

From her scarlet skintight costume and the gold flame blazoned on her full chest, Shilpa recognised the Super heroine known as Blaze.

Shilpa was puzzled at her appearance, as far as she knew Blaze was a powerful pyrotechnic, and as the building was already on fire she couldn't see the point in her turning up.

The firemen were explaining about the miraculous rescue of the people. Shilpa saw Blaze shrug her wide shoulders in puzzlement, before she stood and faced the burning building.

By now the Press had arrived and the cameras were recording the scene.

Blaze lifted both arms towards the blazing building. 

She opened her hands and with a muffled whoosh the fire imploded on itself and was extinguished instantly. 

The hot and weary fire fighters whooped with relief and gathered around the beautiful woman, to pat her on the back and shake her hand in delight.

They were only too pleased to be given an excuse to touch this beautiful woman in her skin tight catsuit.

Blaze smiled her dazzling smile at the cameras, and jumping back into her flame coloured car, sped off into the night.

Shilpa was impressed at the performance, and decided then and there to come out of the shadows and become a Super heroine of her own.

The next morning the papers were full of the story. 

The Super heroine Blaze had come to the rescue; saved the trapped people and put out the roaring inferno.

No explanation was given as to how she had done this; it was simply attributed to her Super powers and left like that.

Shilpa had no idea what she could call herself until she was browsing through one of her parent's books on the pantheon of Indian gods. 

There was a picture of one of India's most powerful gods. 

Shiva the Destroyer of Worlds. 

The picture depicted an Indian woman with long black hair held in a rope pigtail. 

The woman had six arms and each arm held a different object. 

This reminded Shilpa of her arms that she created to brace herself against the kinetic energy of the falling man. 

She smiled to herself and looked at her mirror. 

By the power of her mind she lifted her long black hair, and braided it to resemble the pigtail of the goddess. 

The Shiva in the picture was naked; the goddess was beyond mortal taboos and flaunted her nakedness as proof of her overwhelming power.

Shilpa had to draw the line there; her upbringing was too ingrained to go out naked regardless of her power. 

She compromised by buying a dark golden body stocking and matching boots and gauntlets. 

She purchased these items from different shops so no one would connect her with the finished result. 

She had to make herself a mask that covered most of her face leaving only her eyes, nose and mouth visible. 

Her pigtail protruded from a hole in the back of this mask, and hung down her back like a shiny black rope.

When she first regarded herself in the full-length mirror she gasped in horror. 

Her costume was beautiful, her mask disguised her completely and her gauntlets, belt and boots set of the whole outfit perfectly.

However she looked completely naked, her costume was the same colour as her face and the material clung to her body like a second skin. 

Her large firm breasts with their prominent nipples could be clearly seen, as could the folds of her pubes. 

Shilpa had always shaved her armpits and pubes, as she just couldn't stand having hairy armpits and she found a hairy pussy distasteful.

Her ass was clearly visible from behind and when she walked her ass cheeks moved in a frankly erotic manner.

She at once decided to wear a bra and panties under her costume, but these could be seen clearly and their outlines looked silly. 

Even the strings of a thong could be clearly seen, and actually drew more attention to her nakedness than without.

Realising that no one would know who she really was anyway, Shilpa decided to dispense with underwear and wear the body suit as originally intended. 

She had been practicing for months and could even fly by using her imagination to catapult herself into the air, and then forming invisible wings to keep herself aloft. 

Eventually she did this without conscious thought and simply flew. 

Shiva fully intend to use her powers for the good of humanity, it never even crossed her mind to use her enormous power for personal gain.

Unfortunately there were other super humans who had a completely different point of view. 

Such a one was known as Demoness, a female Super human with apparently magical powers. 

She seemed to be able to cast spells and do impossible things.

It was widely believed amongst a large portion of the city, that she was in fact a female demon that had been summoned by a practitioner of the black arts and that she had escaped his pentacle and killed him. 

This had allowed her to stay on this plane and cause havoc and chaos wherever she appeared.

She had no compunctions about killing people, and was wanted for murder and many other crimes by the police.

The few people that had seen her and lived to talk about it, described her as looking just like a small red imp. 

She was red all over and had two small horns sticking out of her head.

The area in which she operated was rife with gang warfare, and every one who wanted to survive carried a weapon of some sort.

On the outskirts of this part of the city was a branch of the City Bank.

Owing to the lawless nature of this area, the banks security was very good indeed. 

It was regarded as impossible to rob, as the vault could only be opened by the Manager and Chief Teller's retinal patterns; being recognised by the vaults scanners simultaneously. 

This was not counting the dozen heavily armed security guards, scattered around the building.

Into this financial fortress walked Demoness, she didn't look like a little red imp; she looked like a small beautiful black girl with large breasts.

This was because she was a small beautiful black girl with large breasts.

She was holding a piece of paper and asked the nearest security guard where the ladies room was. 

He smiled down at the diminutive young girl and directed her.

'Thank you,' she said touching his wrist, ' now ignore me' she commanded, and walked on to the next guard where she followed the same routine. 

After a few minutes she had touched all the security guards, and from that moment on they ignored her totally.

She then walked over to a customer services desk and shaking hands with the cold haughty woman manning the desk, told her to summon the Manager as a very rich young socialite wanted to open an account.

Without demur the woman contacted the Manager telling him that a very rich young woman wanted to see him. 

The Manager came out of his office beaming his special smile reserved for rich people and shook Demoness's hand.

'Take me to your office' she commanded, smiling at him innocently.

He happily complied and when they were seated she instructed him to summon the Chief Teller, as she wanted to make a withdrawal.

This important personage came into the office and shook her hand.

'Nice to meet you,' she said, ' I want you and the Manager to go down to the vault and fill this carryall with as much money in used high denomination notes as it will take. When you have done this you will bring it back here to me. Tell no one why you are doing this. Do you understand me?' she asked them both.

'Yes of course, no problem,' they replied and taking her empty carry all went of to do her bidding.

As the highest ranking officers in the bank no one had the right to question them, or even thought to ask them what they were doing, and they were soon back with the money.

While they had been gone the young girl changed into her distinctive red costume. 

She pulled on the red helmet that covered her face completely except for her eyes, and adjusted the small horns that protruded from it. 

She could have simply walked out of the bank as anonymously as she entered, but that was not the way of the Super Villain. 

She wanted to be credited with the robbery, and knew that the ordinary people would believe she had used magic to achieve her aims.

Demoness was very pleased with the men and stroked their cheeks.

'Forget you ever saw me and go back to work as usual,' she ordered both men and walked out of the office with the money.

As she carried the bulging bag across the bank floor the security guards ignored her totally, it was as good as being invisible.

The bank's customers saw her and one of them tried to get the nearest security guard to arrest her. 

The guard thought the man was drunk; he couldn't see any red imp carrying a bag.

CCTV later showed the two bank officers stealing the money, but they both strenuously denied doing any such thing. 

They honestly believed the tape had been doctored, in fact none of the bank staff questioned could recall anything suspicious. 

Only the CCTV tape of Demoness walking unconcerned across the floor with her bulging carry all, switched suspicion from the bank officers to her.

The outside cameras showed Demoness riding off on a bright red motorcycle into the dark area of the city.

Demoness was chuckling to herself as she rode away; it had gone just as she had planned it. 

Her reputation would be enhanced by this audacious robbery, and she was in a very good mood.

This mood disappeared instantly when she was forced to stop at a barricade of cars that blocked the street she was using.

A large thug with an Uzi machine pistol sauntered over to her. 

His face was in a habitual sneer as he took in the red Bike and the little woman with the big tits in the red leathers. 

Demoness never wore a helmet as the two horns sticking up from her head made it impossible to wear one.

However her horns were the last thing he was staring at. 

It was her full breasts straining the skin tight red leather jacket that had captured his attention, and that of the rest of the gang that were now surrounding her.

'This is our turf bitch, if you want to go through you pay us OK?' he demanded truculently.

'How much is it?' she asked.

'Oh just a piece of that fine ass will do,' said the man rubbing his crotch in anticipation of the fun to come with this little bitch.

This was a big mistake on his part; she had been considering slipping them a small amount of money to let her pass. 

However the implied suggestion that they thought they could rape her, brought the real Demon in her to the fore.

Looking him in the eyes she slowly unzipped the front of her jacket. 

She was naked underneath, and her large breasts came into view. 

She sat still while his hand approached her skin, and as his fingers brushed her breast she whispered.

'Kill them all.'

Without hesitation the thug lifted the Uzi into firing position, and gunned down every one of his gang that were standing around the bike. 

Demoness swore as she had to put her hands over her ears to protect them from the painfully loud chatter of the machine pistol.

'Fucking Hell, I fucking hate guns,' she swore glaring at the last thug standing.

The members of the gang had been taken totally by surprise, and fell before they realised what was happening.

Demoness was just about to order the leader to shoot himself; when she had a better idea.

'Call the cops and hand yourself over to them without a fight. Tell them it was Demoness that did this, she possessed you and forced you to kill them all,' she ordered.

'Now move that fucking car out of the road you idiot' she said. and when he had complied she roared off into the night.

She liked to spread the story that she used black magic to do what she did. 

The real reason was her secret and she guarded it closely.

All Super humans that could fly did so by some form of telekinesis, and Shiva was the most powerful Teke in the world.

Like most Super heroines Shilpa had a police scanner, and during the evenings would listen to the voices of the police and emergency services as they waged their unending and often thankless war on crime and disaster.

Her first publicised rescue came when she heard that an express train was careering along the main track into the Central city station. 




Superheroines Bk. 02



It was out of control due to the train driver collapsing onto the dead man's switch in the cab of the locomotive. 

His weight stopped the switch from operating, and although he could be seen from inside the compartment, the passengers couldn't break down the adjoining door to get to him.

One of them had informed the police via their cell phone, and the powers that be were trying to think of a way to save the people on the train.

There was simply no time to spare and Shiva flew to the train station. 

As she flew over the train station she could actually see the express train hurtling towards the buffers in the centre of the station.

If it hit at that speed it would destroy the Station and all those in it.

The authorities were frantically trying to clear the concourse of the milling crowds of people, but they knew there wasn't time.

Suddenly a small golden figure dropped out of the sky, and landed on the track in the path of the locomotive.

'Get out of the way, that train isn't stopping no matter how strong you are,' screamed a cop as he was herding a group of children out of the danger zone.

Shiva agreed with the cop, the train weighed many tons and was travelling at top speed towards her. 

She couldn't just put up a mental wall because the sudden stop would kill the passengers just the same as if the train had hit the buffers. 

She decided to use her training in judo, you didn't try and stop a blow, you redirected it away from you.

Shiva imagined a rail bridge complete with rails, in front of the train that went up and over the station and rejoined the main track on the other side.

Using her arms of mental power she constructed this in seconds. 

The watching people gasped in awe as the massive train seemed to lift off the tracks and fly up at an angle until it disappeared over the roof of the station.

Shiva flew up to follow the train and guided it back onto the tracks on the other side. 

The main catastrophe had been delayed, but the train was still hurtling along the track. 

Now however she had the time to land on the roof of the locomotive, and using her power ripped the windscreen off the front of the train. 

Reaching in with her giant hands she lifted the driver off the dead mans switch and laid him on the deck of the compartment.

With the release of his weight the brakes deployed, and the train slowed until almost a mile from the station it came to a gentle stop.

Ambulances had been speeding after the train and now the paramedics and rescue services gathered round the carriages, and assisted the shocked passengers to disembark from the train.

Shiva stood on the roof of the train, and helped them by floating the old and infirm from the train to the ground.

The chief rescue officer looked up at the golden apparently naked lady and asked

'Excuse me Lady, who are you?'

'I am Shiva,' she replied.

'Thank you Lady Shiva, you have done a magnificent job here. You have saved hundreds of lives both on the train and in the station. I'm sure the Mayor himself would like to thank you in person.'

'No thanks are needed sir, I was pleased that I could be of service,' replied Shiva rising into the air with ease.

With a wave to a group of rescued children standing by the side of the train, she flew back towards the city.

The papers were screaming out the question ' Who is the Lady Shiva?'

She was a new Super heroine and seemed fantastically powerful.

The story got slightly garbled as the newspapers tried to outdo each other in sensationalism.

"Shiva lifts speeding train in the air", "Shiva stops runaway express train", "Shiva who are you, the people of the city want to thank you". 

These were only a few of the main headlines. 

The gutter press concentrated on the fact that this Shiva seemed to be naked with a golden skin. 

Could she be an Alien sent to earth to help us?

A few of the rescuers had the presence of mind to take her picture as she floated in the air. 

These pictures were worth their weight in gold, as the news networks went into a frenzy.

The best one showed Shiva against a blue sky, every detail of her body was clear and it did indeed look as if she was a golden naked woman.

Playboy immediately offered a million dollars if she would pose for their centrefold.

Except for the amount offered this was not unheard of, a few of the younger and more publicity conscious Super heroines had indeed posed for men's magazines. 

Vixen and Foxfire had both posed full frontal and their pictures now adorned the bedroom walls of hundreds of young men. 

Even Amazon had posed naked for a famous bodybuilding magazine, although her pose had hidden her pubes and nipples.

The glamour photographer had the cheek to ask her to show it all.

The giant woman had looked steadily at the man as if deciding which of his arms to rip off.

He took the hint and shut up.

Reading all this the next day brought a blush to Shilpa's face. 

She really wasn't comfortable with the naked look. 

She decided to wear a cape for modesty; it would cover her ass and hang down over her large breasts when she was standing still. 

It was made of gold cloth and complimented her body stocking perfectly.

As for meeting the Mayor, she had no intention of becoming a Celebrity and was happy to do her good deeds as quietly as possible.

All in all she was happy with her first official mission, and felt a warm glow of satisfaction at the thought of saving so many lives.

During the following months she became a fixture in the pantheon of Super heroines. 

It was inevitable that she would eventually become involved with the criminal element of the city.

Her first brush with the underworld came when she was returning from a bridge collapse.

Hearing about it on her scanner, she had flown straight to the scene of the disaster.

Using her powers she was able to lift the trapped cars complete with the people inside them, from the broken bridge to the safety of the shore.

Flying away with the thanks of the rescuers ringing in her ears, she crossed over the area known as the Badlands.

It was a very quiet and peaceful night, so she heard the woman's scream clearly.

Looking down she managed to locate the source of the scream easily.

Flashing blue lights told of an ambulance that had been stopped by a large van that had pulled up in front of it.

Men were in the process of looting drugs from the ambulance. 

She could see that the driver was slumped on the ground unconscious, whilst the nurse was being attacked by two of the men.

Their intentions were obvious as they were ripping off her clothes; as she lay helpless on the ground.

So intent were they on their proposed rape of the nurse that they didn't notice the small golden figure floating down towards them.

Shiva was trying to think of the safest way to rescue the woman.

There were six men in the gang and she couldn't capture them and guarantee the safety of the nurse. 

She also didn't want the nurse to be used as a hostage if she couldn't incapacitate the thugs quickly.

She decided to get the injured driver and the nurse out of the clutches of the gang and worry about apprehending them later.

The thugs were salivating over the exposed breasts of the terrified nurse, when to their total amazement she flew up into the air leaving them stunned. 

Shiva had picked up the nurse and the driver, and flew them straight to the nearby hospital where she left them in the care of the duty staff.

The civilians safely out of the way she flew back to the crime scene.

By this time the ambulance had been looted of its drugs, and the thieves big van could just be seen driving away towards the turnpike.

'Oh no you don't,' she muttered as she flew over the speeding van.

The driver was shocked when a small golden figure appeared in front of his speeding van. 

It was a woman and she was hovering just in front of the vehicle. 

She put out her hand in the universal sign for him to stop.

'It must be one of those Super heroines, shoot the bitch,' he screamed to his passenger in the cab.

The rest of the gang were in the back and didn't know what was happening.

The passenger leaned out of the window and pointed a heavy calibre pistol at her. 

He screamed in pain as the gun was wrenched out of his hand, breaking his trigger-finger, which had been inside the trigger guard at the time.

Shiva wasn't too concerned about damaging the van, or indeed the thugs in it. 

She put up a mental wall in front of the speeding van, securing the wall to the uprights of an overhead bridge that crossed the road.

The front of the van crumpled with a scream of tortured metal as it hit this invisible wall. 

The men inside were thrown forward, and smashed unconscious from the unexpected impact.

To clear the road and ensure that no one ran into the wreck, she then lifted the entire van and placed it on the side verge.

All that was left to do was call the cops on her cell phone and wait for them to arrive.

In the ten minutes it took for the police cars to show the men had regained consciousness and had tried to get out of the van.

It took very little effort on her part to hold the doors closed.

She had already removed all their weapons and their clothes and the police found the thieves' naked and bleeding from the crash.

She gave a brief statement to the officer in charge, and agreed to call into the precinct the next day.

When the gang had been loaded into the police van, she took her leave and flew home.

The papers were full of the story; the nurse was fulsome in her praise of Shiva, and described her flight as the most incredible experience of her life. 

The driver recovered fully, and the nurse's story confirmed Shiva as a crime fighter.

She tended to take on the hardest of rescues, and became more skilled and powerful with each mission.

The Federation of Super heroines asked her to join them, however she still shunned publicity and stalled them repeatedly.

Then came the day of the Meteorite, Armageddon.

The World's long-range radar had spotted it coming months ago, but couldn't be sure if it would hit the Earth or skim past it as others had done in the past. 

It should have missed the Earth but for the influence of the Moon. 

The Moon's gravity added to the Earths was enough to cause disaster. 

By the time it was realised that it was going to hit, it was too late to try and send out missiles to destroy it.

The final blow was that instead of landing in the sea it was going to impact in the centre of the city.

The Mayor called for all the Super heroines and Super heroes to meet him in his chambers. 

He even asked the Super villains to attend, as it was their city too. 

Despite story lines in comics, there was no way that anyone could fly out into space and stop a meteorite weighing tons travelling at cosmic speeds. 

It was impossible, the city was doomed, was the verdict of the scientists attending the meeting. 

None of the Super humans could help either. 

This was Armageddon, and all they could suggest was that they help evacuate as many people as they could from the city.

This was a forlorn hope, as there were millions of people living in the city and not enough time to move them all.

They had thought that Shield Maiden could have cast her force field over the city.

She was on permanent duty as the president's personal bodyguard. 

However although her shield could stop bullets and even explosive shells, it was useless against such an unstoppable chunk of space debris.

The Super hero Blast suggested that if one of the flying Superheroes could carry him up, he might be able to shatter it into smaller pieces. Unfortunately even Superheroes had to breathe and there was no air in space.

'Perhaps I could be of some assistance Mr. Mayor,' said a quiet voice from the ceiling of the high roofed chamber.

The Mayor looked up and saw the golden-garbed figure of Shiva floating in the air.

'Thank you for coming Shiva, but our scientists are positive that no one, even your good self can physically stop such a mass travelling at such a speed,' he said sadly.

'I agree sir, I cannot stop this meteorite from hitting the Earth, but perhaps I can deflect it away from the city as I did the train. 

However even if I am successful in this, it will still impact in the sea. 

This will cause a Tsunami, and we will need all the Super humans to protect the city from the wave.

This was more like it, spirits rose as the Super humans formed teams to combat a Tsunami. 

This had been done before in other parts of the World, and they were confident that together they could protect the city from a mere Tidal wave.

However this still left the main task to one small woman, her small stature became apparent when she landed next to Amazon. 

The super strong Amazon was six foot six tall and weighed 200 lbs. 

This was solid muscle, and she dwarfed the tiny Asian woman that they all hoped could deflect a meteorite weighing many tons travelling at cosmic speed. 

The time came for action, and as the teams of Super humans lined the seashore to combat the Tsunami, Shiva flew to Ground Zero where the meteorite was due to impact.

It was accepted that if she failed she would be certain to die.

Calling up all her strength of will and imagination, she constructed a pyramid of telekinetic force that was so large that its base covered the entire city. 

Its point was miles higher than a conventional pyramid, and actually left the atmosphere and entered the dark cold of space itself.

Shiva knew that with all her strength she would only be able to alter the course of the meteorite a tiny fraction. 

Therefore she had to influence it as soon as possible, for the deflection to allow it to plunge into the deep sea.

One other Super human accompanied her; this was Demoness. 

She was actually a Super villain, a very powerful coercer, and could make anyone do as she commanded providing she was touching them at the time.

Her willpower was enormous, and she had claimed that by holding Shiva's hand she could boost Shiva's own will many fold. 

Shiva suddenly screamed out loud in pain, as the blazing meteorite hit the angled plane of her pyramid. 

Her head wanted to explode with the strain of maintaining the pyramid. She could feel the base of her structure sinking into the earth, as it took the partial weight of the unstoppable mass.

Doubts that she could do this entered her mind and the structure wobbled slightly. 

Demoness grabbed her hand, and her coercion slammed into Shiva's mind commanding her to hold on and be strong.

Screaming continuously now, Shiva held the structure firmly in her mind and felt the infinitesimal lessening of the crushing pressure, as the meteorite was slightly deflected from its predetermined course. 

This small degree of change was enough to ensure that the meteorite followed the inclined plane of mental force, missed the city, and plunged into the deep sea. 

The explosion was spectacular, and lit up the sky for miles. 

Each Super human used their powers in different ways to protect the city. Blaze turned her portion of the tsunami into steam; Mr. Freeze froze his portion making the sea act as its own dam. 

Shield Maiden's force field worked fine against her portion of the wave.

Between them all, the wave was stopped, and as one they all collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

They found Shiva in a coma; a very brave news team had been on ground zero to record her attempt for posterity. 

The news team's bravery and the story and pictures, won them a Pulitzer Prize for journalism.

As Shiva lay in her hospital bed, she was guarded by shifts of Super humans. 

This was to ensure that nobody unmasked her, and to keep the press from pestering.

She was in a coma for ten hours and then woke up ravenous. 

Hating the majority of the super humans in attendance, Demoness had used her powers to slip away unnoticed. 

The Super heroines were just as pleased to see the back of her; as far as they were concerned Shiva alone had saved the city.

Sadly as politics demanded, when the film was shown of Shiva screaming in agony as she heroically deflected the killer meteorite, the camera had been focused on her alone. 

The red-garbed Demoness was edited out of the scene, and the reporters were feted by their peers.

Shilpa lay in the hospital bed recovering, like all Super humans her body had great recuperative powers, and she was expected to be back on her feet in a few hours.

As she lay there, her mind dwelt on that moment when she was wavering. Demoness's coercive blast had given her the extra push required to succeed in her impossible mission. 

However along with Demonesses mental compulsion, came part of her deepest thoughts and feelings. 

Shilpa was still a virgin, and didn't intend to have sex until she was decently married.

Her knowledge of sex was all theoretical, and her upbringing didn't allow her to talk to the other more experienced girls in her class about such private matters.

Such was the power of Demoness's mind blast; that a small part of her own story came through to Shilpa.

Demoness was not a virgin, and her knowledge of sex was comprehensive and had been learned in the worst possible way.

Demonesse's soul was a dark tortured place, crammed with bitter memories of rejection by family, crushing poverty, and multiple rapes. 

What drove her power was sheer hatred of everyone, men in particular. 

Her real name was Mandy, and before she had come into her power she had been cornered in an ally by a local street gang. 

An emaciated young black girl with large breasts was easy prey for these thugs. 

Despite her pleas for mercy, she had been stripped naked and raped by every one of them. 

Not content with this they took her back to their clubhouse, and kept her chained up as a naked sex slave and general dogs body. 

They beat her on a regular basis, and their leader had a thing for young ass. 

She was sodomized every night by the old pervert.

It was during her imprisonment that she had her first period. 

The thugs ridiculed her for bleeding on their floor, and forced her to clean it up with her long matted hair.

That night the leader dragged her to his bed again, and bent her over to expose her naked ass for fucking. 

As his cock rammed deep inside her she screamed, and cried out for him to stop. 

To her total surprise he did so, and stood bemused still buried deep in her ass.

Not sure if this was just a vicious game, Mandy slid her ass of the man's cock and turned to face him.

He still just stood there; her command to stop was so general that he couldn't do anything. 

She tentatively told him to kneel on the floor, and her heart leapt when he complied.

This was the monster that had raped, buggered and tortured her for months and now it appeared that he was at her mercy.

Thing was, she had no mercy left in her soul; it had been replaced by sheer hatred for him and his gang and all men everywhere.

'Show me your knife Joe' she commanded, glaring at the man she hated most in all the world..

He drew his long razor sharp Bowie knife from its sheath and offered it to her.

'No that's OK Joe, you can do this, you like cutting people don't you,' she crooned to the enthralled man.

'Show me that big cock of yours Joe, you know the one that you kept ramming up ass.'

Joes held his now limp member in his hand.

'Cut it off for me please Joe, I want it as a souvenir,' she hissed.

Visibly trembling and trying to fight this coercion, Joe's hand pulled his cock taut. 

The other hand with the sharp knife sliced through his manhood easily. 




Superheroines Bk. 02



He knelt there shaking as his blood spurted out onto the floor.

Mandy sat and watched as he died slowly. 

He had initially cried out in pain, but she had put her hand over his mouth and told him to be quiet.

With a low groan he died and slumped to the bloodstained floor.

Burning with rage and hate she slammed out of the bedroom into the main clubroom. 

The rest of the gang were drinking and smoking and playing cards.

'Get over here and line up in front of me,' she ordered them.

To her surprise they just looked at her in puzzlement, and then ignored her.

She was stunned, they weren't obeying her commands, what was she doing wrong? 

It then dawned on her that she had been touching Joe when she had told him to stop. 

She smiled a subservient smile and told the second in command that Joe wanted to see him in his room.

His name was Tony and his preference was deep throating her until she almost passed out from lack of breath. 

He growled in annoyance and got up from the card table. 

Making his way to the room he slapped Mandy hard as he passed her.

'Cocky little whore, I'm going to make you suffer tonight,' he snarled.

That fleeting contact was enough, 'Do as I say,' she whispered in his ear.

He went into the room and stood waiting for instructions.

She told him to call in all the men one at a time and knife them.

With his mind held in the iron grip of her will, he did as instructed, and soon all the thugs were dead with their throats cut.

Mandy walked over the blood-soaked floor to him, and stroked his bloody cheek.

'Listen carefully Tony, DIE,' she ordered firmly.

His brain ceased sending the autonomous signals to his organs, and he simply fell over dead.

Mandy sat down naked on the bed, she was shaking with her emotions. She felt an unholy joy at killing these thugs, and was surprised at herself for not feeling a drop of remorse.

Often when she was being gang raped, she would pray to anyone listening to save her. 

She had lately been praying to Satan, as God had ignored her for so long.

'Well it seems like the Devil has come through for me at last,' she said to herself.

'Perhaps I've been possessed by a Demon, no that wouldn't be right would it, it must be a Demoness,' she mused to herself.

'Yes I am now a Demoness and I will revenge myself on all those who have hurt me,' she swore kneeling in the pool of blood.

As all the thugs were dead, she treated herself to a hot shower and found a red dress that had come from some hooker. 

She now looked somewhat presentable, and after going through the pockets of all the gang she collected just over ten thousand dollars.

Now with money and a soul full of hate she walked off into the night.

This entire story had been transferred to Shilpa in the split second that she had been connected to Demoness in the mind meld.

Shilpa had been reluctant to take Demoness with her, but it had been felt that she might help in some way. 

Now she was glad that this tortured soul had been given an opportunity to do some good. 

There was another small thing that had come across in the mind meld. Demoness had a secret admiration for Shiva, bordering on a version of love. 

Sadly her experience of love consisted of fucking, buggering and domination. 

Although she thought of this as love, she had dreamt of doing all those things to Shiva.

This shook Shilpa, she realised that Mandy was still a very dangerous Super villain, and she must be on her guard in the future if their paths crossed again.

With the saving of the City, there was no way that she could refuse to attend the Mayors Charity Ball.

Getting dressed in front of the mirror she thanked the gods that she had decided to wear a modesty cape. 

It covered her body nicely except when she moved, and then it only gave small glimpses instead of having her breasts thrust into people's faces.

She was still a shy Indian girl and wished that she had a friend to go with her to the ball.

Happy with her appearance she floated up into the sky, and flew slowly across town towards the City Hall.

From the air it was blazing with lights, and music wafted up to her ears from the orchestra that was playing for the guests.

As she landed in front of the imposing building, a small black girl in a smart black evening dress came to meet her.

'Hello Shilpa, I'm Mandy,' she said beaming at her in pleasure.

Shiva was stunned; this was Demoness, disguised as an ordinary young girl. 

Then she corrected herself; Mandy was an ordinary young girl who wanted so much to go to the Ball.

Shiva noticed that Mandy was wearing long black silk gloves to negate her power.

'I'm very glad you could make it Mandy, I would be honoured if you would accompany me to the Ball' said Shiva graciously, taking the young girl's hand.

Together they walked up the steps to the cheering crowd.

Shiva was of course the centre of attention and Mandy was content to remain in the background, happy to be there at all.

All the important people of the city were here, and they all wanted their photo taken with Shiva.

Mandy was just another beautiful young woman with the large breasts that seemed so common with the Super human females. 

During their battle with the meteorite Mandy had seen into Shilpa's mind. As Shilpa had been totally concentrating on deflecting the Meteorite, Mandy didn't pick up a fraction of the information that Shilpa got from her. 

However what she did pick up was that Shiva's name was Shilpa. 

Also she was a genuinely good and fair woman, who wished only to do good in the world. 

Shiva would never have hurt Mandy the way that her captors had done. 

If Shiva had known that she was a prisoner, she would have ripped the building apart to rescue her. 

The more she thought about what she had seen in the mild meld with Shilpa, the more she realised that she was falling in love with this straight laced good little Indian woman. 

She decided to help her, and slipped off her gloves. 

The Super humans at the Ball were flattered at Mandy's attention, as she shook their hands and said how lucky they were to have a Super heroine like Shiva. 

'We should make her the leader of the Super heroines,' Mandy whispered as she moved away. 

Shiva had lost touch with the little black girl in the crowd, but was sure that she could look after herself.

Mandy pulled her gloves back on, and made her way to stand near Shiva. She beamed with joy when she caught her eye, and Shiva smiled at her.

Although the drink was free and everybody had taken advantage of this, Shilpa didn't drink or for that matter smoke. 

She had been sipping lemonade out of a champagne glass for appearances sake, whilst she listened to the flowery speeches from the Mayor and other powerful members of the city council.

She was just letting the words flow through her without really listening, when she saw that Amazon had taken the podium. 

Shilpa was in awe of this woman, she was a giant and her body was the epitome of human strength. 

The only difference between her and the World female bodybuilding champion; was that as usual with Super human females, Amazon had large firm breasts that strained against the leather halter she wore. 

Apart from the halter that barely contained her magnificent breasts, and a loincloth and sandals she was naked. 

Amazon didn't do panties.

A curious man could slip his hand up under her loincloth, or put it in a garbage disposal unit, the result would be the same. 

She spoke on behalf of the Federation of Super humans, that included both the Super heroines, and the Super heroes. 

Her muscles writhed and flexed as she spoke, praising all those who had saved the city.

'However,' she said in her deep powerful sexy voice, 'there is one Super heroine that deserves special mention here. 

That woman is known as Shiva, often with the rider 'Destroyer of Worlds'

On behalf of the Federation I would like to change that appellation to 'Saver of Worlds' and we ask that the Lady Shiva become our titular head of the Federation.'

The crowd of humans and super humans exploded with cheers and whistles, to show their complete agreement with this sentiment.

Shilpa was stunned, she wasn't even a paid up member of the Federation yet, and here they were asking her to lead them.

She was going to politely refuse when Mandy whispered in her ear.

'The reason that they have never had a leader up until now, is because they are all arrogant egomaniacs. This is the first time their powers have been shown to be useless against a disaster of such magnitude. You saved them all, and you would be helping their cause if you could bring them all together,' she whispered earnestly.

Shiva looked down at Mandy's hand on her wrist, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was gloved.

One of the snippets of information that had come across in that mind meld was the secret of Demonesses power. 

If she touched you she could control you.

She saw the logic and truth of Mandy's words, and decided to accept the great honour that the Federation was bestowing on her.

Amazon beamed her great smile on hearing this, and the crowd of Super humans cheered.

'Give us a demonstration of your powers Shiva,' yelled a voice from the bar.

Shiva decided to let her hair down a bit and enjoy the party.

Visualising the dance floor in her mind, she lifted it up two feet into the air. The people in the hall were now literally walking on air. 

The flyers in the room were impressed by the ease in which Shiva lifted everyone in the room. 

They often could only lift themselves, and perhaps one other into the sky. Shiva was lifting over one hundred people without any apparent effort. The people who couldn't fly were enjoying the feeling of floating for the first time. 

For once the Superheroes were in agreement, she was certainly worthy to be their leader.

Demoness's power was working behind the scenes.

Mayor Chester Armstrong, was very pleased at this move by the Federation. 

At last there was one person that he could talk to, instead of an argumentative committee that changed on a regular basis depending on how each Superhuman felt on the day.

By his side stood his daughter Alex, she was a beautiful slim young woman with breasts that rivalled some of the Super heroines.

As always she was surrounded by a group of eager young men vying for her attention.

She was ignoring them and looking straight into Shiva's eyes.

'Hello Shiva, I see we have a leader at last,' she said without moving her lips.

Shiva was confused for a second, she had heard Alex from across the room clearly but she hadn't actually spoken a word.

It was only when Alex smiled and winked at her, that she realised that Alex was a Superhuman. 

Obviously her father didn't know this, and Shiva was trying to think of those Super heroines that were telepaths.

Only one sprang to mind, and that was the Super heroine Verity. 

She was a super telepath that worked often for the F.B.I. and sometimes for the police. 

She simply couldn't be lied to, and was capable of not only reading the surface thoughts of her target, but also the deeper levels of the mind.

'Verity?' Shiva sent the query as clearly as she could.

'At your service Shiva, welcome aboard,' sent Verity warmly.

Shiva now realised why Alex was still single, she could read the secret thoughts of all her suitors and had yet to meet a genuine young man.

She felt a genuine surge of pity for the beautiful young woman.

Alex picked up Shiva's sincerity, and just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

This caused her lovely firm breasts to move in a very erotic manner, causing more than one erection amongst her admirers.

After greeting Shiva, Verity slammed her mental shields back into place. She needed these shields to keep sane; otherwise the constant mental chatter from those around her would have driven her mad.

As a culmination of the party the Mayor awarded The Lady Shiva the freedom of the city, and presented her with a golden key. 

The only real benefit of this was the right to park anywhere she liked, and as she flew everywhere it wasn't a lot of use. 

Still it was the thought that counted.

Amazon approached Shiva and asked her if she would call a General meeting of the Federation sometime next week. 

Someone needed to organise the Super human's, and who better than the most powerful Super human of all.

Shiva agreed to this and made a mental note to try and get to know as many of these people as she could.

No one actually knew how many Super humans there were.

For every Super human that went public, it was thought there could be as many as a dozen more that simply kept their abilities a secret.

This was for various reasons; some had abilities that were not very useful.

One such Super human was Chameleon; he could take on the background of wherever he was standing. 

However he had to be naked to do this, and he also had to stand still. 

All in all not a very useful talent.

It was also thought that many Super humans were simply too afraid to come out and declare their ability.

There was a movement amongst humanity called Purity, this argued that Super humans were just freaks and mutants, not the next step in evolution.

In the early days many Super humans had been persecuted by terrified normals.

These people wanted all the mutants to be rounded up and placed on some island where they couldn't hurt anyone.

Back then only the most powerful Super humans had dared to go public, they were powerful enough to protect themselves against any attack.

Shiva had some idea of forming a ranking system for Super humans. However she realised that with so many egocentric personalities, this could be a difficult task to say the least.

She welcomed Mandy's arm around her waist as a silent show of support.

She had the feeling that her life had just become far more complicated.

Although all the Super humans had banded together to fight the Tsunami including the Super villains, there were no Villains here tonight.

Except of course for Demoness, who Shiva fervently hoped would behave herself and remain undetected.

Mandy was having a great time; despite her powers she still was at heart a shy little black girl from the poorer part of the city.

This glittering party was like how she imagined heaven to be like. Beautiful women in beautiful dresses; laughing and smiling at everyone.

In the centre of this was her Shilpa, Mandy spent a lot of time simply looking at her. 

She watched the way she moved and listened carefully to every word she said. 

She loved every thing about her, and her dark side wanted to remove her gloves and simply tell Shilpa to love her.

The frightening thing was that she could. 

In the first flush of her power, Mandy had used her power on a boy that she had worshiped from afar before the gang had abducted her.

She had walked up to him when he was surrounded by a bevy of beautiful girls, and after touching his arm told him to leave them and walk with her.

He instantly walked off with her leaving the girls gob smacked. 

They couldn't understand why Gary would want to be seen with such a low life as poor little Mandy. 

Her situation was well known to the other girls in the school, and she had no female friends at all.

It had been noted that she was now dressing more fashionably, and she seemed to have plenty of money for a change. 

However she was still a poor black girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and they thought she had a fucking cheek trying to grab the most eligible boy in the school. 

The more vicious girls suggested that her new wealth came from prostitution.

Mandy was well aware of all this, and didn't give a flying fuck what those stupid giggling girls thought about her. 

She wanted Gary, she wanted his love and attention and by fuck she was going to have it. 

What was the point of being given such a power, if you didn't use it to make your life happier?

She sat with him on a park bench and asked him outright if he loved her.

Gary was clearly puzzled; he hadn't even noticed Mandy before. 

His life was a privileged one, and he only noticed the rich blonde socialites that lived in his world.

He had no idea who this scrawny little black girl with the overdeveloped tits was.

'Er excuse me but who are you?' he asked hesitantly.

Mandy was crushed, she had loved him since she had first seen him and he was telling her that he had never even noticed her.

Never mind she thought to herself; that was then; this is now.

She stroked his face and told him that he loved her more than anyone else in the World. 

He worshipped her, and would do anything she asked of him without question.

He just sat there looking at her.

'Well did you hear what I said,' she asked.

'Yes,' he answered monosyllabically. 

'Then kiss me,' she said.

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Mandy was getting frustrated; this wasn't how she had imagined it. 

He appeared to be fighting her coercion on a sub conscious level. 

There was no spontaneity about his actions at all. 

Still she persevered and took him back to her house. 

She had used her ill-gotten gains to buy a secluded property on the outskirts of the city. 

It was small but private; there were no neighbours to snoop on her comings and goings.

She took him up to her bedroom and told him to strip naked and make love to her.

She stripped off herself and lay on the bed watching him undress.

He had a fantastic body, finely defined muscles and his skin was glowing with youth and health. 

Just the type of boyfriend she wanted.

Seeing her laying there with her legs open, he walked over to the bed and knelt between her legs.

Gary was an experienced lover, and he always followed a well-practiced sequence of actions when he made love to his fans. 

As the Football teams MVP, he was never short of a female to satisfy his lust.

He always started by giving the girl oral sex. 

He would kiss her inner thighs working his way slowly up to her pussy, before thrusting his tongue deep inside her by then soaking opening.

He would then slowly lick his way up her tummy towards her breasts, where he would linger over her nipples for a while until they had been sucked hard and swollen. 

His cock would then slip easily between her legs, and he would gently thrust into her until she orgasmed.

This was a tried and tested method of lovemaking, and he had never had any complaints from his adoring girlfriends.

Mandy just lay there wondering when he was going to start. 

What the fuck was all this kissing and licking business. 

She wanted to be fucked, fucked hard and properly. 

She wanted him to force her to her knees and take her from behind. 

Why hadn't he stuck his cock in her mouth and made her suck it?

He never even went near her ass; she knew it was a nice tight ass because the gang members had commented on this as they buggered her.

This namby panby sodding about wasn't doing a thing for her.

She considered getting onto her hands and knees and ordering him to bugger her ass, but found that she just couldn't be bothered anymore.

'Oh get off me Gary,' she snapped. ' Get dressed and go home. Forget you were ever here and forget about me in particular,' she finished.

She lay naked on the bed, and watched as he dressed and without a word to her left the house.

Sadness washed over her as she realised that her sexual wires had been well and truly crossed. 

In order to become aroused she needed what she hated, to be raped buggered and dominated.

After that embarrassing experience she didn't allow herself to become involved with a man again. 




Superheroines Bk. 03



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.

If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 



There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.

Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. 

As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. 

Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.

These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.

They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple

If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.

If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Verity - The Mind Maiden   and   Dynamo - Lightning girl.

The storm roared across the City like an elemental bully, the wind howled against her window eliciting a mournful eerie sound like lost souls crying out for rescue from hell.

That didn't frighten her; in fact she found the sounds comforting.

The wind lashed the accompanying rain against the leaded glass, its sound reminiscent of the scrabbling of ghostly little fingers trying to enter the sanctuary of her room. 

She hardly heard them, as they were no threat to her, safe in her suite of rooms in the Mayoral Mansion on the outskirts of the City.

Then it came, she screamed in terror as the sky lit up with a stroboscopic explosion of blinding light that dazzled her perfect blue eyes.

The Lightning crackled across the sky, like the burning lances of fighting Gods.

The sheer power in these discharges was mind shattering, and the concussion of the following thunder made her hold her ears. 

Her eyes were already tightly shut to avoid the dazzling brightness of nature's most deadly weapon.

She was twenty years old and still terrified of Lightning.

Alexandra Armstrong was never alone, and yet she was the loneliest young woman in the City.

She was a beautiful young socialite, a tall slim Blonde with long shining hair, blue eyes and eye-catching breasts. 

Her father was Chester Armstrong, Mayor of the City, and one of the richest and most powerful men around.

The Gods had given her everything a young girl could possibly want.

Then they went and spoilt it by giving her an extra gift, Telepathy.

Alex, as she liked to be called was a Super human. 

Her gift had manifested itself at puberty, as did all Super humans.

She wasn't an Empath; she wasn't someone who could subconsciously read body language. 

Alex was a full blown, fantastically powerful, Telepath. 

She could read minds as easily as one could read a book. 

Not just surface thoughts, but all the way down to the id if she chose.

What a fantastic advantage, to be able to know without doubt what the person you were talking too really thought about you.

Alex couldn't think of a worse curse than her power.

Fortunately with her power came the ability to shield her thoughts. Without this she would have gone insane from the constant yammer of other peoples thoughts.

When she had first realised what was happening, she had out of sheer feminine curiosity read her fathers mind as he dozed off in his favourite chair by the fire.

Chester Armstrong was Mayor of the City, and he was very rich and powerful. 

Her immature and uncontrolled mind scan; had discovered that her father had got to the position he was now in by some very shadowy and sometimes cold blooded actions. 

Not only did she discover his political wheeling and dealings, but she also could see quite clearly how she had been conceived. 

His whole sexual life was laid out for her to see. 

He had come up from a middle class background, and by sheer determination and hard work had manoeuvred into a position where he could woo the daughter of the City's richest man. 

This impressionable young girl, now her mother, had been swept of her feet and swiftly impregnated by this dashing young entrepreneur.

Chester was single minded in his quest for power, and regarded his marriage to her mother, as just another step on that ladder. 

Alex was crushed to learn that she had just been a tool to bind him to the money of her mother.

His sexual life was rich and varied, once he had impregnated his wife he then preferred expensive discreet courtesans to relive his sexual desires. These ran along female domination scenarios and involved whips and chains.

He paid to do things to his whores that he couldn't do to his well brought up young wife.

Alex was shattered by this revelation of her fathers mind. 

She had taken to her bed for two days as her mind tried to reconcile the outwardly loving father with the real man underneath.

She managed to save her sanity by creating in her mind a series of steel cells. 

Each cell had a name on the door and she placed what she had discovered about her father in the cell marked Chester Armstrong, and locked the door.

Her favourite Comic book Superhero was Cyclops of the X-men.

His power was a beam of destructive power that blasted from his eyes.

To save from blasting everyone he looked at, he had a protective visor over his eyes that had to lift in order to release his power blast.

She spent her time in bed constructing a similar mental visor for her mind. 

By sheer willpower, she fixed it as a permanent shield between her and the world of humans.

By the time she rose from her bed she could only read minds if she consciously raised her mental visor and looked into the eyes of her target.

In this way she had protected her mind from madness, and she now had the choice of whom she scanned in future.

Strangely enough this apparent curtailing of her mental powers had an unexpected side effect.

Before she had created her mental visor she had been like an omni- directional radio receiver. 

She had been capable of receiving signals from 360 degrees around her. 

Now she had restricted herself to line of sight, her powers had increased dramatically. 

She found that if she could see the eyes of her target, no matter how far away, she could read their minds easily. 

She could also send her thoughts to them if she so desired. 

Alex was a basically a good person and believed that Super humans were given their powers for some reason.

Most of the Super Heroes and Heroines claimed to fight for Truth, Justice and the American way.

Alex wasn't a fighter; she had led too sheltered a life to need to learn how to fight like Amazon or Tank. 

These two Super humans were regarded as the physically strongest of them all. 

Between them and the other Super humans, Justice and the American way were pretty much covered.

However Alex decided that she could contribute to this quest for the three root values, by becoming the Champion of Truth.

Like all young people she had always envied the Super humans and wanted in her secret heart to become a Super heroine. 

Now was her chance and she was going to grab it with both hands.

She would need a costume and a name.

As Truth was pure she decided to wear a pure white cat suit, and to protect her identity she wore a white version of Cyclops's headgear and Visor.

As she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, she needed a weapon of sorts.

As money was no object she purchased a set of shock gauntlets. 

These were basically white gloves with Tazers built into the fingers. 

They could deliver an incapacitating shock when triggered.

White gauntlets and thigh length boots with a useful belt, finished of her ensemble.

However when she twirled around to see the effect from behind, she was concerned that her pert little ass was on show.

The skin-tight material clung to her buttocks in a frankly erotic way. 

To hell with it she thought, and added a knee length white cape as well.

All that was needed now was a symbol of truth, well it was said that Truth was a double-edged sword.

Her symbol would be a golden sword embroidered on her proud chest, and also on the back of her cape.

As for her Super heroine name, it could only be Verity, from the Latin Veritas for Truth.

The time came when she was ready to begin her quest. 

She stood in front of her full-length mirror and admired herself.

She looked a bit like a Crusader, a female version of a Knight Templar.

She was obviously a female; no warrior knight of old has such magnificent breasts as she did. 

They thrust out proudly for all to admire, and the small golden sword on her right breast was very striking.

Before she dared contact the FBI or any Government organisation she felt that she would need the protection of the Federation of Super humans. 

This was a loose organisation that existed just to help both the new, and experienced Super humans.

They had a phone number and a meeting place; any newbies could go along to their Headquarters and enrol after they had demonstrated their power.

Alex knew her power would be very useful to the Government. 

However as a child of Conspiracy Theories, she was a bit concerned in case she would be spirited away to some laboratory for tests to see how she worked.

When she first presented herself to the FBI she wanted some sort of protection.

She was beginning to realise just how hard it was going to be to keep her identity secret. 

She was going to use her car to drive there, this meant that she couldn't be dressed in her costume. 

Her car regisration number would give away her identity.

She therefore drove to the meeting place without wearing her mask and cloak. 

Parking in the underground carpark she made sure that she wasn't being surveyed by any security cameras. 

She wore a long coat that covered her white skin-tight cat suit, and carried her mask and cloak in a holdall. 

Alex made her way to the nearest ladies rest room, and going into a cubicle changed into her full costume. 

She left her bag in a locker and walked out as Verity. 

When she turned up at the Federation's headquarters she was asked to wait in the waiting room, until one of the resident Super humans could see her.

The room was a typical waiting room; old magazines were available to read to pass the time.

She ignored them totally; it was far more interesting to study the three other people waiting with her. 

A green light flashed on the wall and one of the three got up and went through into the next office.

It was a girl wearing a cheap domino mask to hide her face, but with no costume. 

To warm herself up Verity lowered her mental visor and scanned the young girls mind as she caught her eye.

The girl broke the eye contact immediately but it was too late. 

Verity had read her power and a lot of her recent history to go with it.

The girl's name was Samantha, and she was a Healer. 

She had found herself able to heal small wounds, and her very presence caused the people around her to feel better generally.

She wasn't sure if she qualified as a Super heroine, and had come here to ask advice on her future path.

Verity then looked at the boy sitting opposite her. 

She had no difficulty catching his eye as he was staring at her intently through his dark glasses. 

He blushed when he realised she was staring back at him.

Wow, she thought X-Ray eyes, every boys dream. 

Oh the cheeky little fucker, he was focusing on her breasts. 

She quickly crossed her legs to hide her pussy from his scrutiny. 

However she soon learned from scanning his mind, that this power was intermittent and untrained. 

Although like any red blooded young man he was trying to look at her naked breasts, he was seeing her skeleton instead. 

He was here to see if he could be trained to control it better.

The third person waiting could have been of any gender.

Completely covered in a black hooded cloak, this strange figure radiated a deep sense of unease in Verity. 

Now that the Girl had left the room, this dark feeling had become more noticeable. 

It was as if her life giving power had been cancelling out this dark miasma.

Verity decided that she could live without knowing any more about this weirdo.

Eventually the boy and the weirdo had gone through into the next room. There must have been another way out, because neither of the applicants had exited via the waiting room.

At last it was Verity's turn, and she composed herself and walked through the door.

Before coming here Alex had read all the literature she could find on Super humans. 

Her best source of information had been " Super " magazine. 

This listed all the Super humans that had gone public, with photos of each, and a list of their powers. 

She was curious to know which one would be on duty today.

It was the famous and respected Super heroine Dynamo, she was sitting relaxed in her chair and regarding Verity with barely concealed interest.

The magazine had described Dynamo as being able to generate electricity from the movement of her body. 

She could also suck power from any electrical source and store it in her body. 

She was wearing a very sexy shiny black latex cat suit. 

It was complete with rubber soled black thigh length boots, and black latex gloves. 

Her costume was finished off by a black latex mask; that hid her identity from the public.

She was a blue-eyed blond, her slim figure was dominated by the large breasts of the typical Super heroine.

She looked like a something out of a Sadomasochistic magazine.

The Latex was necessary to stop herself from accidentally discharging if she touched metal.

Dynamo could discharge all or part of her power at will, she had been recently injured in a battle between her and Hammer. 

He was a Super villain who had fists that could smash through walls without injury any to himself.

The papers said that they had battled to a draw, and she had been injured.

'Sit down please, and tell me how we can help you,' Dynamo said coolly.

Verity nervously sat down and as calmly as she could she said, ' I am a Telepath.'

'Oh yes?' replied Dynamo a trifle cynically, ' OK, what am I thinking about?'

Verity took this as an invitation to read her, and lowered her mental visor.

She looked into Dynamo's beautiful electric blue eyes that were visible behind her mask.

Dynamo was thinking of a nursery rhyme, it was "Baa Baa black sheep" to be precise. 

However that was just on the surface of her mind.

She was here screening the wannabe's and the hopefuls, because her body was to damaged for her to be sent out on missions for a while yet.

Verity's mind-scan swept deep into the injured woman's thoughts so easily, that she had gone far deeper than she had intended.

What she found there made her gasp in horror, and her face turned almost as white as her mask.

The Papers had lied; Dynamo hadn't beaten Hammer to a draw. 

She had been totally defeated by him and his gang.

The battle was still uppermost in her mind, and she had been going over it time and again, to see if there had been any way she could have avoided the end result.

To Verity it was as if she was seeing the battle on a video screen.

Dynamo had tracked Hammer and his gang to their hideout.

They had just robbed a bank; Hammer had ignored the steel vault door and simply smashed his way through the thick brick wall that made up the rest of the Vault.

Dynamo had been very confident that she could take down the entire gang by herself.

There were only five of them not counting Hammer, and before she bearded them in their den she had gone to a nearby power pylon and charged herself to the limit.

When she walked confidently through the hideouts door, she was literally crackling with power and confidence. 

She had enough juice to stun every one of the robbers easily.

She had been surprised to find Hammer sitting behind a desk apparently waiting for her. 

He seemed far too relaxed for her liking, and she readied herself to stun all in the room.

'I thought it would be you Dynamo, the lights flickered when you charged yourself just now,' he said grinning at her cockily.

'Well who's a clever little fucker,' she answered coldly.

'You should have tried to run if you knew it was me coming for you.'

'Nah, I don't run from arrogant little whores like you Dy. 

Besides you are looking very hot in that sexy latex outfit. 

It makes you look just like the cheap whore that you really are don't you agree lads' he remarked, looking around at the four members of his gang standing behind him.

Dynamo heard a scrape of feet behind her, and spun round blasting her power in a crackling bolt of lightning straight at the fifth member of the gang that had crept up on her.

The electrical bolt of energy would have knocked him across the room. Unfortunately for Dynamo; it was intercepted by a powerful jet of water from the emergency fire hose he was pointing at her.

She was soaked, and there was a blinding flash of light and an ear splitting crack, as the water grounded her entire electrical charge.

The sudden and unexpected power drain was too much for her, and she slumped to the wet floor unconscious. 

She awoke to find herself tied face down over a metal bench.

She had been stripped naked; her large bare breasts were pressed hard against the cold metal surface of the bench. 

Her wrists and ankles were bound to the metal legs by copper wire.

'Oh I'm well and truly fucked now,' she muttered to herself.

'Not yet you stupid whore, and by the state of those big tits of yours, I would guess that you haven't been fucked for some time,' said Hammer who was standing directly behind her.

'I gave them a good squeeze while you were out cold, but not one drop of milk could I get. 

What's the matter Dy? Not getting your share, perhaps it is too much trouble for a man to get you out of that rubber suit,' he sneered.

'Go fuck yourself' she snarled, tugging ineffectually at the copper wires that both bound and grounded her.

'Now then, that's no way for a lady to speak, especially a lady who is naked and who's ass wriggles in such a sexy manner when she struggles to escape her bonds. 

Isn't that right lads, has Dy got a sexy ass or what?' said Hammer admiringly.

Hammer's newest recruit was puzzled, 'Why should she have any milk in those titties boss. She isn't a mother is she?' he asked.

'Only human women need to be pregnant to lactate,' answered Hammer, pleased to be able to show off his superior intellect to this impressionable young thug.

'These Super bitches aren't really human at all; they all have a type of allergic reaction to a man's sperm. It makes them lactate.'

Seeing the thug's incomprehension, Hammer made it simpler.

'Listen dick head, if they get fucked, their tits fill out with milk. 

However Dy here has got dry tits, that means she hasn't been fucked for a while.'

Dynamo was starting to panic; she had been wriggling about in order to power herself up by using basic static electricity. 

However the copper wires and the metal bench caused any power she created to bleed away into the ground. 

Without her devastating electrical power, she was just a helpless woman with her naked ass in the air.

She screamed in shock as Hammer slapped her naked ass cheek hard enough to leave at red handprint on it.

'You know the rules Dy, time to pucker up that tight little pussy and we'll see if we can juice up those titties of yours,' he chuckled licking his lips in anticipation.




Superheroines Bk. 03



'Laugh it up idiot' replied Dynamo defiantly, we all have homing devices implanted in our bodies for just this type of situation, my partner is on her way as we speak. 

Lets see if that hose trick will work on Amazon. 

She will enjoy shoving it up your fat ass,' spat Dynamo.

'Ladies first' snarled Hammer, roughly pulling her ass cheeks apart and thrusting his rampant cock deep into her helpless vagina.

She screamed in shock and horror as he brutally raped her, he pounded her naked ass furiously until with a final gasp he shot his load into her and stepped back to make way for the next of his gang. 

By the time the fourth man stepped away from her, she was sobbing uncontrollably her abused cunt flooded with their cum.

It was the turn of the man who had hosed her in the first place.

'So bitch, you hope that the dyke Amazon will ram that hose up my ass?' well she isn't coming, I plan on Cumming up your ass instead,' he gloated.

The rest of the gang watched in amusement, as he spread her ass cheeks and rammed his cock into her virgin anus. 

Her screams continued as he mercilessly buggered her ass, finally he too grunted in release. 

Dynamo suffered the final indignity of feeling his hot cum filling her violated rectum.

'We'll leave the whore like this for the cops to find,' ordered Hammer as they packed up their loot.

'Let's see if the arrogant little super bitch can live this down,' he said as he opened the door.

He found himself staring into a pair of the biggest tits he had ever seen, they were barely restrained by a strong leather halter. 

His eyes looked up from these magnificent breasts and locked with a pair of cold grey eyes that were looking at him as if he were a bug.

'Who...' he managed to get out before a rock hard fist slammed into his face, shattering his jaw and sending his unconscious body hurling back into the room.

The rest of the gang stood dumbfounded as their boss went down.

'Oh Fuck!' said the hose guy, it's the dyke.

Amazon stood framed in the doorway; she had arrived too late to save Dynamo from her painful humiliation.

She hated being late, it really pissed her off.

'Dynamo is very reckless, and sometimes arrogant, but she isn't a liar,' growled the super strong woman known as Amazon.

'We do have implants, the Federation does have a good idea now and then.'

The hose guy made the mistake of going for his gun.

Amazon hated being late, hated guns, and now she hated hose guy.

Before his gun cleared its holster she had blurred into action, no one that big could move that fast. 

However no one had dared to tell Amazon this, so she did it anyway. 

The sound of his ribs snapping was drowned by his agonised screams, as her fist smashed him off his feet and into the rest of the gang.

'You forgot the other rule, no guns or suffer the consequences,' growled Amazon now fully enraged as she saw the state of Dynamo.

Her long super strong arms reached out, and hands as big as a pitchers glove grabbed two of the gang member's heads. 

With a sickening crunch she slammed their heads together. 

They both dropped limply to the floor and didn't move. 

The remaining thug tried to run for it, Amazon jumped across the room and grabbing him by the neck and pants assisted his flight through the door. 

Unfortunately for him it was closed at the time.

His bones shattered as his body smashed the solid wooden door to splinters.

Amazon deprived of moving prey managed to regain control of her rage, and when she was calmer she walked over to Dynamo and gently released her from the bench.

The giant warrior gently picked the naked woman up in her arms, and looked down at her tear stained face.

'Fuck me Diana, what have they done to you?' she whispered kissing the tearstained face lovingly.

'They fucked me up my ass,' sobbed the shattered young woman brokenly.

As the giant warrior woman carried Dynamo past the moaning body of Hammer, she picked up the brass nozzle of the fire hose.

As is usual in these situations, the cops were informed where to pick up what was left of the villains.

They were all still alive, but would be in hospital for months.

Hammer would never walk properly again, even after the surgeons had removed the brass nozzle from his rectum.

Also as was usual the Super heroines closed ranks, and put out their own story regarding the incident.

All this slammed into Verity's mind, as she scanned the woman sitting opposite her.

During the entire Scan Verity hadn't read a trace of fear from Dynamo. There was anger and embarrassment at being bested. 

Fury, at being raped and buggered; but overall a grim determination that it wouldn't happen again.

This was Verity's first taste of Super heroine action, albeit second hand and it frankly frightened her. 

Her life as a pampered socialite with a very powerful father; had no violence in it at all.

She had never been slapped or for that matter even shouted at angrily.

The thought of someone slapping her face made her shake with fear.

If God forbid she was ever stripped naked and gang raped, she knew she would end up in a private sanatorium for months.

She was also puzzled and disturbed concerning the information regarding superhuman females breasts, did that also apply to her?

She had gleaned from Dynamo's mind that there was more to this breast milk business than the general public were privy to. 

She now knew that it was widely believed by the Super humans, that drinking the milk of a super heroine would give the drinker the same power as the super heroine, albeit only temporarily.

Alex was still a virgin, and the way things were going it looked as if she was going to die a virgin. 

No male suitor could defend himself against her mind scan. 

All had failed the test of honesty and genuine love for her; that they had all professed.

Perhaps it was for the best, her tits were big enough as it was without being swollen with milk.

'Well, what was I thinking miss Telepath?' asked Dynamo impatiently.

'Oh, Er.... Baa Baa black sheep have you any wool,' replied Verity, deciding to save the woman the embarrassment of being told that this newbie knew of her humiliation.

'Very good, now what am I thinking,' she asked.

I'd love to suck those nipples, she thought looking at Verity's proud breasts hungrily.

Verity blushed bright red, and tried to pull her cloak together to cover her proud breasts.

Dynamo laughed at her reaction and offered Verity her hand.

'You passed the test, welcome to the Federation.'

There was a bit of form filling to complete, Dynamo smiled as Alex asked if she should write her real name or her Super human name.

'Just put down your Alias, we don't need to know your real name or face. This is for your protection and that of your family. 

What I don't know can't be tortured out of me,' clarified Dynamo. 

Then of course there was the Fee to pay; this had to be paid in cash. 

It would be stupid for a Super heroine to use a credit card with her real name on it. 

Eventually Verity had been registered as a Super human. 

She couldn't claim to be a Super heroine, until she had completed her first mission.

Dynamo informed her that as soon as a mission that could use her talents materialised, a representative of the Federation would contact her

'You may now leave through the door on your left' said Dynamo.

Verity smiled at the woman and said ' I have always admired you Dynamo; I think you are the bravest of the Super heroines, and I wish I could be as brave. I hope I never disappoint you.'

Dynamo watched silently as the tall beautiful woman walked out of the office into a cruel and violent world.

Alex had to retrace her steps and after changing back into her long coat she walked out of the rest room as Alex Armstrong, Socialite. 

Driving home she was shaking with the reaction to all that she had learned.

Of all the Super heroines, Dynamo ranked up there with the most powerful.

Her power could kill, for fucks sake, she was a very dangerous woman and yet she had been defeated raped and violated. 

What possible chance did Verity have in such an arena. 

She was just a young woman who could read minds. 

She would have been helpless to have helped Dynamo if she had been her partner. 

She was fucking useless, and felt like going to bed and pulling the covers up over her head and forgetting all about her stupid idea of fighting crime as a super heroine.

Although she didn't actually go to bed, she did stay at home for days. 

She refused all invitations to parties, and all dates with her large circle of friends both male and female.

As a paid up member of the Federation of Super humans she had been given an untraceable cell phone. 

This was the way that Super humans contacted each other. 

It was in the evening ten days after her meeting with Dynamo, that she got the dreaded phone call.

In memory of the Bat phone she had painted her phone white, and put a small gold sword on it. 

This was the Mind phone, the Phone of Truth, and the fucking thing was ringing. 

She sat frozen for long seconds literally too scared to answer it. 

However the caller persisted until she finally picked it up and answered.

'Who is that?' asked the caller.

'Er.. it's me er Al... er Verity' stammered Alex, her nerves getting the better of her.

'Calm down Verity, it's Dynamo, I asked to be the one to back you up on your first mission. Are you ready for this?' she asked.

As Verity was going to stand for the Truth she felt she had better start off by telling this brave heroine the truth.

'Actually I'm as scared as hell, my hands are shaking and I don't know if I will be able to help you,' she confessed.

'Hey, you will be fine; this is just a mind reading to help the cops out. 

It shouldn't take more than an hour of your time,' replied Dynamo. 

'Can you meet me or shall I pick you up?'

'Er I don't know, I can't drive to the station because the cops will trace me through my registration number on my car. 

I could always get a cab but then the cabby would know where I lived. This is so complicated Dynamo I don't know how to do this' she wailed, becoming more upset every second.

'Whoa there partner, calm down and let me sort this out for you,' said Dynamo confidently.

'Give me a location near to where you are, and I will pick you up on my bike.'

Alex racked her brains and remembered that there was a war memorial not far from her house. 

If she wore a black hooded cloak over her costume, she could walk there unrecognised in a few minutes.

She arranged to meet Dynamo there and quickly changed into her costume. 

Donning the cloak she slipped out of the house and walked to the rendezvous. 

Verity stood by the memorial nervously, she heard the powerful roar of a motorbike as it rounded the corner and pulled up beside her.

It was Dynamo sitting on a big black motorbike, the bike had a silver lightning bolt on both sides of its fuel tank and the chromed exhaust was also shaped like a bolt of lightning.

Alex had seen this bike in the posters of Dynamo; it had been specially made for her by Harley Davidson, and was a one off. 

She noticed that it didn't have a registration plate and asked how come?'

'Oh that? The Mayor has given all Super heroes and Heroines special dispensation. 

He realises that we can't use or own vehicles, and if he wants us to fight crime on behalf of the city we need to be able to get around quickly. 

This doesn't apply to the flyers, but us ground crawlers need transport' answered Dynamo.

'Jump on and we'll be off,' she said revving up the big hogs engine.

Alex nervously climbed onto the bike and clasped her arms around Dynamo.

'Hey girl, I don't normally let you feel my breasts until the second date,' said Dynamo.

Alex had grasped hold of Dynamos large breasts and was hugging her tightly. 

'Oh my God, I'm so sorry Dynamo, I didn't realise' stammered Alex shifting her arms so that she was holding the woman around her waist.

'No problem Verity' she chuckled, and twisting the throttle the bike screamed off towards the main holding cells of the city.

They dismounted behind the building, and Verity took off the long black cloak and stood revealed in all her pure white glory.

'Hey we make a good pair don't we' said Dynamo.

'You all in white, and me all in black.'

Verity followed Dynamo into the station and tried to look cool and confident. 

She stood just behind Dynamo, as she talked to the cop in charge of this particular case.

A young girl was missing believed kidnapped, and although they were pretty sure that the man they had in custody was the kidnapper, he denied it strenuously.

The father of the kidnapped girl was a personal friend of the Mayor, and had asked that all avenues of investigation be pursued regardless of the cost.

As Dynamo was being briefed on this case, the father of the girl walked out of the office and came over to Dynamo.

Verity froze in shock, it was George Whiteman, she knew him. 

If he was the father of the missing girl then she must be Amanda Whiteman. 

Amanda was a close friend of Alex, and her father knew Alex well. 

She was certain that he would see through her disguise instantly.

She had no need to worry; George was to worried about his daughter to be thinking clearly.

Thank you for coming Dynamo, but I don't see how your talents can help me find Amanda,' he said.

Dynamo smiled at him, and explained that she was here only as back up to Verity. 

It would be Verity who would try and solve this case.

Verity decided to make her presence known, and asked if she could be taken to see the suspect.

The chief cop escorted her and Dynamo down into the cellblock, and into an Interrogation room.

On the way down Verity had been talking to Dynamo, explaining what she needed her to do when they got there.

The subject was handcuffed to a metal table that was bolted to the floor. He looked up when the two women walked into the room.

'Wow! Dynamo herself, I am honoured,' sneered the man.

His eyes flicked to the tall woman in white that stood beside the famous Dynamo. 

Their eyes met and Verity was in his head.

Dynamo simply asked three questions to the sullen man.

'Did you kidnap Amanda Whiteman?

Is she still alive?

Where is she now?'

The man was stunned; Dynamo had asked the three questions so quickly that he hadn't had time to answer them even if he had wanted to, which he didn't.

The woman in white turned away from him and walked out of the room. Dynamo followed her out and walked with her down the corridor.

They were met by the chief cop who eagerly asked if they had any news for him.

Verity told him that the suspects name was Spike and he had kidnapped Amanda Whiteman. 

She was still alive, and the man's partner in crime named Charlie, was holding her at a Trailer park on the outskirts of the city. 

The chief cop was over the moon when he heard this news, the girl's father was a powerful man, and this success would give his police career a boost.

He was a bit disappointed when Dynamo stated that she would rescue the girl herself. 

She felt that a large force of police would panic this Charlie, and might put the girls life in danger.

He was going to object to this plan but George Whiteman was all in favour of it, so he did the smart thing and allowed Dynamo to try and rescue the girl.

'I won't be going in alone,' said Dynamo, 'I will have Verity as back up.'

Hearing this made Verity feel admiration for Dynamo. 

She knew she would be of no help at all in a fight, but was grateful that Dynamo had included her in her plans, and was intending to share the glory of the rescue with her.

Dynamo asked the cops to follow them after ten minutes. 

They were to be as stealthy as they could, no lights, no sirens that might panic the second kidnapper.

This agreed, Dynamo and Verity roared off into the night towards the trailer park.

The information that they were working with had come straight from the mind of the suspect. 

Dynamo's questions were fired at the man so quickly that he didn't have time to verbally answer them. 

However his thoughts were clear to Verity, and as each question registered in his mind he answered it without consciously thinking about it. 

Had he had time to think, he would have automatically countered with his pre-prepared lies. 

Dynamo was very impressed with Verity. 

She had got the information quickly and without any fuss, and she was sure that the suspect didn't even know his mind had been read.

Yes, this Verity would be a valuable addition to the Super heroine force.

Plus of course the feel of her large pneumatic breasts pressed against her back, was giving Dynamo a great deal of pleasure as the motion of the bike rubbed them against her.

Dynamo didn't class herself as a lesbian, but she did enjoy making love to women. 

Men seemed to find her self-confidence, and she had to admit arrogance, a bit of a problem. 

She didn't have a lot of luck with them, but she seemed to hit it off with women.

The first time she had seen Verity she had fancied her. 

Who wouldn't? 

Verity was a tall slim blue-eyed blonde with big tits, every boy's wet dream.

Dynamo had a small problem with lovemaking, before she got into bed with her partner of the moment; she had to completely discharge herself usually in her shower. 

Then she had to wear a copper bracelet that was attached to her metal bed by a copper wire. 

This was to ensure that in the throes of sex, she didn't accidentally electrocute her lover.

It was a bit cumbersome, and as that bastard Hammer had realised from the state of her breasts; she hadn't been fucked by a man for over a year. 

That was of course until Hammer and his crew had fucked the shit out of her. 

Now thanks to the allergic reaction of her super human body to sperm, her breasts were even bigger than they had been and were now full of milk.

Riding through the night with Verity's breasts hot against her back, she tried to contact her mentally.

Verity, she sent, if you can hear me squeeze me twice.

She waited but Verity didn't squeeze her.

That's strange she thought, the woman is the most powerful telepath that I know. 

Yet she can't pick up my thoughts when she is holding on to me.

She determined to ask Verity why this was as soon as they arrived at the trailer. 

She had to know her partner's strengths and weaknesses, if they were to work together.

Work together? Where the fuck did that thought come from? 

Thought Dynamo as the trailer park came into view.

Was she seriously thinking of taking on a partner? 

It was true that a mind reader could be very handy, but Dynamo was honest enough with herself to wonder if it was Verity's talent that she desired, or her gorgeous body.

They arrived at the Trailer park, and Verity pointed out the trailer that Amanda was being held in. 

The trailer had been pictured clearly in Spikes mind as Dynamo had asked her questions.

'Stand back Verity,' advised Dynamo as she went over to an unoccupied trailer and lifted up the cover on its electric point.

Verity gasped as Dynamo stuck her fingers into the socket. 

Electricity poured into her body making her hair float with the charge. When she was fully charged she smiled at Verity. 

Small lightning's jumped from her teeth, and even her eyes seemed to be crackling with pent up energy.

'Fancy a kiss?' she teased grinning at the nervous girl.

Verity watched as Dynamo walked up to the trailer, she knocked on the door.

'Pizza delivery,' she cried loudly.

In her experience this was the easiest way to get someone to open their door.




Superheroines Bk. 03



She had two tried and proven methods of taking down her targets. 

Her sneakiest was simply to hold on to the metal door handle. 

When the target grasped it to open the door a high voltage electrical shock would send them flying back stunned. 

The problem with this was that she couldn't see who she was shocking, and there was always the small chance that an innocent person would be sent to open the door.

The other way was to wait until the door opened, identify the perp and then blast them.

Unfortunately neither of these could be used here, because no one came to the door.

This was because the second kidnapper had gone down to the local shop for a six-pack, and was walking back to the trailer when he heard the motorcycle pull up near his trailer.

'Fuck, it's that cunt Dynamo and a big titted friend,' he swore to himself.

He put down the six-pack and drew his hunting knife.

He watched as Dynamo walked towards the trailer, where he had left that little whore Amanda tied naked to the bed.

Even though he was very concerned about the situation, he couldn't resist a small smile as he remembered how tight Amanda's pussy was as he had raped her. 

They wanted to keep her alive for ransom, but that didn't mean such a young virgin cunt should go a-wasting. 

Both himself and his partner Spike, had used and abused the girl many times.

She had a lovely tight ass, although he had to admit that Dynamo's ass in that black latex cat suit was also a fine specimen.

However he knew better than to try and jump her with his knife, he only had to touch her to be electrocuted.

Her friend however seemed an easier mark, her costume wasn't made from rubber and she seemed almost normal.

In fact like most of the bad guys he had a mental list of the Super heroines, and this woman didn't appear on his list at all.

He decided to go for it, and as Dynamo was busy at the door to the trailer he crept up behind the woman and jumped her.

Verity squealed in shock and fear as a steel hard arm wrapped around her neck, and the cold blade of a knife touched the tender skin of her throat.

She was forced to her knees in terror; Dynamo heard her scream and spun round ready to Blast. 

Verity was far to close to her attacker for Dynamo to risk letting go with her power.

'Hands behind your back Dynamo and get on your knees, or I cut this whores fucking throat' Charlie screamed in triumph, pulling Verity's head right back to expose her vulnerable jugular artery.

He glanced down at the terrified woman, and their eyes met.

Verity was absolutely terrified; she had never been in this situation before. 

She had never been attacked or forced to her knees, and she certainly had never had a knife put to her throat.

She was so scared that she forgot all about her shock gloves.

As her eyes locked with Charlie's she screamed, her terror flowed out of her mind and blasted into his, it swamped Charlie's mind completely.

His scream drowned hers out as her horror and fear unmanned him. 

In his unreasoning terror he thrust her away from him as he would a poisonous spider. 

This gave Dynamo a clear target, and raising her hands towards him she let go with all her power. 

Thousands of volts crackled across the space between her hands and the steel blade of his knife.

Such was the power of the lightning bolt that Dynamo projected towards his thug who had dared try and hurt her partner; that the knife blade melted instantly. 

Thousands of volts seared through Charlie's body cooking his flesh instantly and filling the air with the smell of burning pork.

The dead blackened husk that had been Charlie collapsed to the ground and lay there smouldering.

Verity had collapsed onto the ground and lay there sobbing. 

In the mere seconds of the mind meld, she had experienced everything Charlie had done to Amanda. 

It had been as if Alex was raping the helpless girl, and listening with pleasure to her screams and pleas for mercy.

Verity felt as if she had just dipped her mind in a tank of sewage, and she lay there feeling nauseous. 

Just then the smell of Charlie's burnt body hit her, and she threw up all over the ground.

Dynamo saw what she had done to Charlie, and was swearing profanely.

'Oh you stupid fucking cunt Charlie boy, why did you make me do that?

Have you any idea of the fucking paperwork this is going to cause me. No you haven't you fucking idiot. That's right cunt, you just lay there and smoulder while I have to clear up your fucking mess,' she snarled at the dead Thug.

In truth Dynamo was a bit annoyed with herself, she could have simply stunned the man. 

However deep down lurking in her id, was a need for vengeance against thugs like Charlie and Hammer. 

She would be fucked if they thought they could get her helpless again. 

Besides he had a knife to a fellow Super heroine's throat, and her response had been justifiable defence of her partner.

Calming down, she walked over to where Verity lay shivering on the ground. 

She knelt down and lifted her head onto her lap. 

Using the corner of Verity's white cloak, she gently wiped away the tears and vomit from the telepath's beautiful face.

'Are you OK?' she asked.

Keeping her eyes closed Verity nodded weakly.

'Why couldn't you tell he was sneaking up on you?' asked Dynamo gently.

'I have to be looking into their eyes to read them,' whispered Verity.

'I am so sorry Dynamo; I almost fucked us up just then, typical newbie being taken hostage. 

I am so ashamed, I let you down,' sobbed Alex bursting into tears as Dynamo held her tightly.

'What the fuck are you on about girl; whatever you did to him set him up for me. 

That's what I call good teamwork partner, you did good on your first mission and I now pronounce you a Super heroine.'

Dynamo bent down to kiss Verity in congratulation, and Verity opened her eyes.

Their eyes locked and Verity gasped at what she saw in Dynamo's mind and heart. 

Respect, concern and unbelievably Love; radiated out from Dynamo towards Verity.

These were all the things that she had been searching for since she had come into her power. 

None of her boyfriends had come anywhere close to the intensity of the feelings she was getting from Dynamo.

Verity reached up and brought Dynamo's head down to hers. 

She kissed her with love and passion, sending back those same feelings into Dynamo's mind.

'Wow, what the fuck...' gasped Dynamo as she came up for air. 

'That was fantastic girl. It would have been better had you not just thrown up, but fuck it who cares,' gasped Dynamo.

Verity blushed red and hastily scrambled to her feet brushing down her costume to avoid looking at Dynamo.

Dynamo was back at the power socket; she was taking no chances here and wanted to be ready for anything.

When Verity dared look towards Dynamo she was already at the trailer door.

With a strong twist and pull, she burst the cheap lock and looked into the trailer.

It was filthy inside, wrappings from takeaways littered the sink and floor, and beer cans were everywhere.

Dynamo listened carefully; it was silent until a muffled sob came from one end of the trailer.

Readying her power, she crept down the trailer and looked into the end room. 

It was empty save for a filthy bed that stank of stale semen and urine, on to which was tied a naked and shaking girl.

'Please, no more, please let me go,' she was sobbing. 

It was Amanda Whiteman; and she thought it was Charlie come back to continue his perverted abuse of her body.

Hearing no sound of mayhem from within, Verity had followed Dynamo into the trailer. 

She was now standing besides her looking at the terrified naked girl.

She thought she would try something, and walked into the girl's field of vision. 

She caught the terrified girls eye, and sent out a wave of love and strength into Amanda's mind.

She saw the young girls abused body relax, as the terror that she had lived with since she had been abducted, was washed away in the flood of love and concern radiating from the mind of Verity.

Dynamo realised that seeing her black latex clad figure might scare the abused girl. 

She faded into the background, and let Verity release the girl and dress her as well as she could given the ripped state of her clothes.

'Who are you?' asked the girl as Verity sat on the bed holding her hand.

'My name is Verity, Champion of the Truth. I am Dynamo's partner, it was she who rescued you.'

'Oh my God, Charlie will be back soon, he only went out for beer,' cried Amanda starting to panic again.

'Charlie is dead,' said Dynamo moving into the room.

'He tried to kill Verity so I had to fry him, he won't be bothering you or any one else for that matter ever again.'

Amanda went to touch Dynamo in thanks, and was surprised when she jumped back from her.

'Whoa there girl, I'm fully charged,' explained Dynamo.

'I don't know how I can thank you enough Dynamo, can I go home now please?' I must get out of this room before I scream,' begged Amanda.

Soon they were all outside the smelly trailer, and Dynamo called in the back up cops. 

They arrived within a minute and Amanda's father was with them.

Dynamo went off to a nearby metal pole to discharge herself down to operating levels. 

At this level she could be touched, as long as it was on the latex covered parts of her body. 

When she was fully charged, the thin rubber latex was no guarantee of safety.

George Whiteman was furious when he saw the state of his daughter's body.

'Where is the fucking animal that did this to my girl?' he bellowed looking around him in a rage.

He spotted the blackened husk of Charlie, lying where he had fallen and strode up to it.

'Is this what's left of the bastard?' he asked Dynamo.

'I'm afraid I had to burn him, he was going to cut Verity's throat,' explained Dynamo.

'Good work Dynamo, fucking good work I say. 

Don't worry about any come back from this justified execution. 

I will make it my personal business to back you up all the way,' he stated shaking hands with her.

Despite herself Dynamo breathed a sigh of relief at hearing this. 

Normal humans were still a bit uneasy when any Super human killed one of them, regardless if it was deserved or not. 

Each death was scrutinised, and often the Super human was subjected to rigorous questioning by the police.

George Whiteman was a personal friend of the Mayor, and a powerful man in his own right. 

With his protection, Dynamo would have nothing to fear from this incident.

The two Super heroines watched as the cavalcade of cars drove off. 

One car stayed by the body waiting for the coroners van to claim it.

'Well Verity, how about we call it a day?' said Dynamo.

'My name is Alexandra Armstrong; I am the Mayor's daughter. 

I thought I should tell you this, in case it changes anything between us,' said Verity looking at Dynamo.

'Thank you for trusting me with this Alex,' said Dynamo 'I appreciate your position. 

It must be very hard for a girl in your type of life to keep such a secret.

In return I will tell you that my name is Diana Hamilton, and no, who you are doesn't change anything between us.'

'You should also know that I cannot be lied to, ever. 

Were I to ask you a certain question I would know the truth regardless of what you said,' replied Alex.

Diana looked into Alex's eyes without fear. 

' I know this Alex, but I would ask you not to ask me that question just yet. 

I have been hurt to many times in the past by jumping into situations and relationships too quickly. 

Can you do this for me please?' she almost begged the tall white garbed Knight of Truth.

Alex could have screamed in frustration, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Diana was the one for her. 

She knew also that Diana loved her. 

She also knew why she was holding back. 

Diana was afraid to love anyone too deeply in case she lost them. 

Being a Super heroine was very dangerous indeed. 

They were always putting themselves in harms way almost on a daily basis. 

Diana's experience with Hammer had shaken her confidence badly, and she now knew that she wasn't invincible. 

Verity suddenly and for the first time, felt sorry for all the non-telepaths.

It must be like living in the dark all the time; not knowing what people were really thinking about you; not knowing if they were telling the truth. Having to try and work it out by trial and error. 

For the first time she saw her power as a gift and not a curse.

'I'd like you to consider me for a partner Dynamo. 

Now I know I can project my emotions I don't feel so helpless as I once did,' said Verity changing the subject.

Dynamo breathed a sigh of relief at being let off the hook.

'Of course you are my partner Alex, how did I ever get by without you to back me up,' she answered with a grin.

Verity stood straighter and smiled down at her official partner.

'Lets go Verity,' said Dynamo straddling the motorbike.

'Your place or mine?' asked Alex.

Dynamo blushed as she answered, ' It had better be mine, I live alone and I don't have anyone to worry about me coming in late.'

'Or coming in with a date' smiled Alex, delighting in her power to make the feared Dynamo blush like a schoolgirl.

With Verity holding her tightly around her slim waist, Dynamo roared off into the night.

Diana lived alone in a small cabin on a piece of woodland outside the City. 

It had once been a hunting lodge, before the spread of the city had driven away all the deer. 

It was ideal for a Super heroine, as she could drive her bike up the secluded dirt path, and hide it behind the cabin in a small outbuilding.

'Come in and make yourself comfortable' she invited, as she led Alex into the cosy front room.

'Sorry about the size of this place, it's only got this room, the kitchen, bathroom and one bedroom but it's big enough for me,' explained Diana. She pulled off her latex mask, revealing her pretty cheerful face to Alex for the first time.

'It's wonderful Diana, secluded and cosy, a veritable love nest,' replied Alex who also removed her headgear and mask.

'Wow, Alex you are fucking beautiful' breathed Diana, staring at the tall blond woman with her perfect bone structure that screamed out good breeding.

'Your pretty fabulous yourself,' replied Alex draping her cloak over a nearby chair.

'Yeah right, I do have a mirror you know, I suppose I'm OK but I'm not in your class,' admitted Diana honestly.

'Mind if I use your shower Diana?' asked Alex.

Diana blushed and looked away from her. 

'Why would you want to have a shower?' she asked.

'Hello, who was it who threw up a while ago? I can't go back home smelling of vomit can I?' 

'Oh yes, I forgot about that, of course you can use the shower its through that door. 

I'll make the coffee while you are getting cleaned up' said Diana, making a bolt for the kitchen.

Alex was discovering another side effect of her power, once she had locked eyes with someone the link never really got broken. 

Although she couldn't read Diana's thoughts with out looking into her eyes, she was still connected to her emotions. 

She could tell that Diana was fighting her attraction to Alex, and was determined not to allow herself to take their relationship to the next stage. 'We'll see about that young lady,' murmured Alex to herself as she walked into the small bathroom.

Alex stripped off her skintight white costume and examined it. 

As she had feared she had been sick over it and it needed a good wash.

Alex had spent most of her adolescent life at various high-class boarding schools for girls. 

She was comfortable with walking around naked in front of other girls in the shower rooms and the dormitories.

Consequently she thought nothing about walking out of the bathroom naked, with the costume draped over her arm.

'Diana, where is your washing machine?'

Diana walked out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. 

'What do you want to know that f... Fuck Me Alex! What the fuck are you doing!? she exclaimed as the coffee splashed everywhere.

She was staring at a totally naked Alex; her eyes drank in every detail of the young woman's perfect body.

Alex had impossibly long legs that went right up until they joined at a small tuft of pale blond pubic hair. 

Her hips were a smooth line that led the eye to her fantastic firm young breasts. 

Like most Super human females these were larger than a normal females, but jutted out proudly seemingly ignoring the pull of gravity.

She had small pink nipples that at the moment were sticking out provocatively. 

Her long blond hair framed her beautiful face; that was smiling innocently at the flustered Diana.

'I need to use your washing machine to wash my costume,' she explained calmly.

Alex could read the waves of lust that were coming from Diana, only her steel control was stopping her jumping on Alex.

Alex smiled and turning her back on Diana bent over and laid her costume on a footstool. 

'I'll just leave this here until I have had a shower,' she said.

Diana's mouth had gone dry; as Alex had bent over she had exposed her pink labia to Diana's lustful gaze.

'Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, moaned Diana staring at Alex's perfect ass presented to her so brazenly.

Staying bent over Alex turned her head to look at Diana. 

'Do you always swear so much Di? I can call you Di can't I,' she asked mischievously.

'You would make a fucking saint swear, why are you doing this to me Alex?'

'Because I know the truth of it Di, and I feel the same, why are you fighting this so hard?'

'You don't understand, I have had lots of lovers, men and women but it doesn't last. 

My life is too complicated for them, and we drift apart. 

At the moment I am making love to Amazon, she is my best friend and a fantastic partner. 

It was she who rescued me from Hammer and I owe her big time. 

I can make love to her without any problem, but I don't love her.

I have never loved anyone until .......' Diana stopped talking abruptly, and turned away from Alex.

Alex walked over to her and slipped her arms around her waist.

'Di listen to me please, I also have never loved anyone. 

At boarding school I had crushes on various girls, but that wasn't love. Love hits you like a bolt of lightning, it cannot be avoided or even explained logically. 

I cannot be lied to, and I am finding it very difficult to lie to anyone else. 

I will go first, I Love You Diana Hamilton, I have loved you ever since I first scanned you at the interview. 

I know all about Hammer and what he did to you, and I was so impressed by your sheer courage and bravery that I couldn't help but love you.'

'Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck why did I have to meet you of all people. 

Why are you so fucking beautiful and sexy. 

Most of all why the fuck did you have to fall in love with a dysfunctional sparkplug like me' groaned Diana, as she leaned back against Alex's naked breasts in surrender.

Alex turned her round and stared into her eyes.

'Do you love me Diana Hamilton?' she asked.

The answer was clear in her mind, 'Yes'

'Stop fucking about and come into the shower with me, I need you to help get all this sick off me' said Alex, holding her hand and pulling her into the bathroom.

'Oh Fuck me' whispered Dynamo.

'I intend to,' replied Verity.

Dynamo only had a small shower cubicle, the two large breasted women had by necessity to squeeze in together. 

Diana had totally surrendered to Alex, and was now a willing participant to the mutual seduction.

She was rubbing her soapy hands over Alex's breasts, washing off the dried vomit that had splashed on them. 





Superheroines Bk. 04



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Amazon -- Warrior Woman and Tank - World's Strongest Man.

It was HOT, Fucking hot, and so dusty after a month of no rain. Amazon had her large breasts out of her halter for coolness, and she was glad that she wasn't wearing anything under her loincloth. She enjoyed the breeze as it blew across her nipples, and moved through her thick black pubic hair. It felt like naughty fingers playing with her pussy, as her Hummer sped along the dusty road towards the roadhouse. She opened her legs wider to give the cooler air free access to her sweating labia. 

She had a wet pussy, but it was only with sweat that stung her sensitive vagina. This was a completely different feeling to the one she had last week, when she had been making love to Dynamo. Dynamo, whos real name was Diana had been licking Amazons pussy until it was soaked in her cunt juices. Diana had joked that she was drowning, as she tried to slurp it up between her Amazon's wide-open legs.

Amazon had rescued Dynamo from a gang of thugs, but not before they had raped her cunt and ass. They had filled her with their hot sperm, in an attempt to stimulate her breasts into lactating.

Amazon had severely punished the men, and had then taken Dynamo, to her home to comfort her. Diana was distraught at being so humiliated, and had clung to Amazon's strong body. Amazon's comforting kisses and caresses, had changed to love making as Diana responded eagerly.

The next day Diana had kissed her goodbye and gone back to her own home. Amazon wondered how she felt about what happened between them. However she had enjoyed the love and sex, and was content to wait and see what transpired. Although she wasn't a lesbian, she had enjoyed the company of Diana and wouldn't have minded if she had stayed longer.

The deserted roadhouse loomed up before her out of the glare and dust. It looked like a refugee from a Ghost town it was ramshackle and boarded up. This road had once been the main road into the City, and the roadhouse had been a profitable business. However since the interstate highway had been built, it had become a side road and the owners of the roadhouse had moved on.

The biker gang were all inside drinking and celebrating their latest haul of booze from a lorry that they had robbed. Amazon shrugged her breasts back into her halter, and debated how she should handle this situation. She could have asked them to surrender without a fight, but she was hot and sweaty and felt like some serious ass kicking. She decided to do her trademark entrance, and walking confidently up to the dried out wooden door she kicked it in.

Just inside the door was an old table, to ensure she had their attention she picked it up and threw it like a Frisbee into the centre of the crowd of drunken bikers. After a few seconds stunned silence, there was a roar of rage and they jumped on her. Amazon was in her element; she was totally outnumbered and totally surrounded by enraged men. 

They had been terrorising this part of the city for days, since they moved in from Seattle. The Mayor had asked The Lady Shiva who was the leader of the Super humans in the City, if she could send one of her team to suggest that they moved on elsewhere. Amazon had been on call at the time, and jumped at the chance to do some serious ass kicking.

The gang were easy to find as they had taken over an old abandoned roadhouse on a now disused road, off the main drag to the city. Amazon had a lot of experience with biker gangs; they were big on strength and individual courage and rarely resorted to using firearms to sort out their internal squabbles. They preferred the law of the fist and the boot. This was just as the giant warrior woman liked it. Any weak coward could use a gun; it took a real man to fight with his fists, and of course a real woman.

Amazon considered herself to be a real woman; she was 6ft 6" tall and built like a brick shithouse. 220 lb of solid muscle all packed into a beautiful female body. Her face was attractive rather than pretty, her eyes were a stormy grey. She had the overdeveloped breasts of the female Super human, they were barely restrained by a strong leather halter.

She wore a leather loincloth with nothing underneath; Amazon didn't do panties. Often in a brawl her breasts would burst out of their restraints, and her loincloth would be ripped off exposing her hairy pubes and naked ass to all and sundry. Amazon didn't give a shit; she regarded her tits and ass as distractions for her foes, and had often taken advantage of this in a battle.

Her pubic hair was thick and wiry and as black as the hair on her head. She also had matching underarm hair; Amazon didn't do shaving. A pair of tough leather sandals finished off her costume, if indeed it could be called that. Amazon carried no weapons; she was the weapon. She also didn't have a magic lasso; if she wanted the bad guy to tell her the truth she simply kept hitting him until he did.

She had always been a big girl when she was young; a kind friend had described Victoria King, as well covered. Unkind schoolmates tended towards the big fat fuck, type of description, if asked to describe the clumsy big girl of the class. Her power hit her at puberty, as it did for most of the Super human females.

Her body became suffused with energy; she found that she couldn't sit still for more than a minute. She took up running and weight lifting, anything to try and burn up this flood of animal energy that got stronger week by week. By the end of her transition she had exchanged fat for muscle, and her energy was tremendous. She was strong and tireless, her stamina was amazing and her reflexes were incredible.

Her body was not only strong and fast it became toughened to the extent that she could survive being hit by a car. Although she would still be flung yards into the air, she would be able to shrug the impact off as if it was nothing. Her regenerative powers were remarkable, and she thanked the gods every day for such a wonderful gift.

She grunted in pain, as a chain-wielding thug got a good whack at her back. She spun around and grabbed the chain before he could swing it back for another strike. She jerked it towards her and as he came flying in, he met her fist going the other way. His lights went out, and he lost all further interest in the battle. 

The limp bodies of five of the thugs, already surrounded her and she hadn't worked up a sweat yet.

'Come on you fucking load of pussies, is that all you've got?' she screamed at the enraged gang, who were all trying to land a telling blow on this awesome warrior woman. Picking up one of the unconscious thugs, she threw his limp body at a group of bikers who were trying to encircle her. 

The heavy body hit them like a bowling ball hits skittles, and the entire group were knocked off their feet and sent sprawling. She blocked a blow from one man, and her fist smashed his partner into the thin wall of the roadhouse. Dust drifted down from the impact of his body and the noise covered up the scream of the next man whom she had head butted, breaking his nose and splashing blood over his face.

Seeing that they were moving away from her with a view to running for it, her hunting instincts took over completely. Her personality had suffered a major change during her transformation, and she was now more like a tigress than a human. If it ran away she had to chase it. 

She sprang up onto one of the few tables left intact, and using it as a platform leapt into the centre of the group of men. She kicked and punched tirelessly, an unholy joy filled her soul as they fell beneath her blows. She shrugged of blows that would have rendered a human female unconscious. She screamed her battle cry out loud in the sheer joy of battle It was only in battle that she felt truly alive and she found that she didn't hate these men; she regarded them as fellow warriors but on the wrong side.

Finally there was only the leader of their gang left standing. He had become leader by beating off any and all challengers. Up to this point he had sat on the balcony overlooking the fight, and allowed his men to try and subdue Amazon. He hadn't stayed out of the fight due to fear, he had just wanted to watch her in action before he took her on himself.

She looked up when she heard his slow clapping as he applauded her triumph.

'Well done Amazon, I see that you are a worthy opponent. My name is Wolf and I am the leader of this pile of shit. If it is all right with you, I will meet you outside in the sun. If you win then I assume we will be given our marching orders. However if I win then I will take great pleasure in stripping and raping you in front of my men,' he stated calmly.

'Bring it on little doggie,' she replied grinning up at the confident man. As Wolf made his way down the stairs Amazon took the time to slug a bottle of beer from the bar. Fighting was thirsty work and her body burnt up a lot of calories when exerted. She was looking forward to a good feed when she got back home.

Wolf was looking forward to taming this fine specimen of womanhood. He had been born big and strong, and although uneducated by city standards, he was extremely streetwise and had survived in the rough world of the Gangs. His mother had been a biker's whore, and he had been born in the shadow of a Harley when her contractions hit her on the highway.

She was now long dead after a knife fight with the alpha female of a rival gang. Wolf regarded himself as just that, a Wolf amongst sheep. Wolf was 6ft 4" tall and his body was whipcord tough, it was covered in battle scars from knives guns and boots. He didn't have Amazons regenerative powers, or her super strong body. 

Instead he wore urban armour, full-face helmet, steel gauntlets, and heavy steel-toed boots. He also wore a heavy leather jacket and jeans, and a flak jacket to protect his chest from knives and bullets. He had worn this outfit for so long that it was like his own skin, and it didn't slow him down at all.

As leader of the gang, he had his pick of the women who were drawn to this life. He loved sex and fucked as many of them as he could, at the moment he hadn't chosen an alpha female but this woman in front of him was a definite possibility.

'I've changed my mind Amazon,' he stated as they faced each other outside in the dusty car park.

'If I win I won't rape you, but I will want you to become my Alpha female. You will have power and respect, and together we could take over the City.'

'Dream on little doggie,' replied Amazon 'One -- you won't win, Two -- if you did win, and even if I became your partner, we would be up against the Super heroines and Heroes of the city. Most of them could take you out easily, however if by some chance in a million you beat them, you would have to face The Lady Shiva. 

I once asked her why I should give a flying fuck about her, or her suggestions as to my future missions. She just smiled at me, and lifted me up twenty feet into the air. With all my strength I was as helpless as a baby in the grip of her mind. The scary thing was that she wasn't even trying; I was like a fly in her hand. When she gently lowered me to the ground, I had to acknowledge her strength. No thanks little doggie, the rules apply, take your best shot.'

Wolf shrugged, he had offered now he would take as usual. He was about to attack when she sprang at him. From a standing start, her body slammed into his with the impact of a locomotive. He was thrown backwards and landed in the dust. Amazon had continued her charge and turned it into a forward roll that enabled her to be back on her feet facing him. Wolf was impressed; he hadn't seen her coming at him.

She was just standing there grinning at him infuriatingly. He noticed that her halter had allowed one of her breasts to partially escape, and her nipple was exposed to his eyes. It was erect, and he realised that she was enjoying this confrontation. Wolf had fought many battles to become Alpha male of the gang, but he never enjoyed them. They were just something he had to do to keep his place in the hierarchy. 

This woman was a natural warrior, she lived for fighting and he was beginning to think she was holding back to make it last longer. His pride wasn't having that, so he decided to provoke her into making a mistake. His gang was painfully stumbling out of the roadhouse, and had formed a big circle around them. They wouldn't interfere in this, as he was their Leader. Whoever won here would be the Leader; that was the law.

'Patience Lads,' he bragged, 'when I've beaten this dyke on steroids I'll make her a present to you. She's too fat for my tastes, but I'll watch while you all fuck her up the ass. That's easier to find than her pussy hiding in all that undergrowth,' he taunted Amazon.

To his surprise this verbal attack actually had some effect on the woman. Her grin disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Amazon was always being regarded as a Dyke, Lesbian etc. in fact she was just a powerful energetic and sometimes lustful woman. Her sheer size and power had scared off all the males in her circle, and she was still a virgin as far as men were concerned.

She'd had a brief sexual relationship with the Super heroine Dynamo and she enjoyed the time that they had spent in bed together. However she regarded this as a nice way to pass the time until she met a man that she could love and respect. His taunts had hit a nerve and she began to get angry.

Like most women she was looking for a partner in her life, however there was no man in the City who would want to be seen as her date. She towered over them all, and he would look foolish standing beside her. Reminding her of this was a mistake on Wolfs part. She walked towards him slowly, until she was in range of his fists.

He grabbed this opening, and threw his strongest punch to her abdomen. His steel gauntleted hand slammed into her body with a loud thud. He swung his other fist up to meet her chin coming down as she bent over in agony from the blow. The problem was that she wasn't bending over in agony; she was still standing upright. 

Her super strong stomach muscles had taken the full force of his iron clad blow. He had left himself open to her counter; fortunately his Kevlar breastplate took most of the force of her punch. However he was still knocked off his feet, and landed in the dust yards from where he had been standing.

He was gasping for air, and his ribs felt as if they were cracked. Her eyes were focused on him totally; he remembered a natural history film about a tiger hunting a wildebeest. At the moment before the final charge, it focussed on its prey in an identical manner.

Sheer courage got him to his feet, and he advanced towards her his fists raised. She suddenly crouched down in front of him, and then with a surge of her powerful leg muscles she leapt straight into the air over his head. As she passed over him her fist slammed down onto his helmet, cracking it like an eggshell. The shock drove him to his knees and he fumbled with the straps to release the useless helmet, and allow it to fall to the dust in two pieces.

Amazon was crouched on the ground regarding him, reminding him of a line backer before they exploded into action.

'Nice to see you at last Little Doggie, it's a shame I'll have to take you in you will make some inmate a good bitch.' She had decided to let the rest of the gang move on, but she needed a trophy to take to the Mayor. Who better but the Leader of the Gang.

'Over my dead body' he snarled in rage, and hurled himself at the disrespectful female. As he leaped towards her she seemed to retreat before his charge until she was lying on her back in the dust. His hands went for her naked throat, clenching in anticipation of choking and then raping this woman who had dared challenge the deadly Wolf.

His hands were just about to grip her throat when he felt her feet pushing against his belly. Using his own momentum against him Amazon had lured him into a position where she could use her super powerful leg muscles to thrust him high into the air. Such was her power that he flew up over the heads of his gang, and crashed through the rotten roof of the road house. After the noise of splintering wood and falling tiles had subsided, there was only silence from within.

Amazon sprang to her feet and stared at the gang.

'I won! That makes me your Leader, listen carefully I will say this only once, my first order is this. FUCK OFF; get out of this State. You have ten minutes to disappear or I start ripping off balls,' she yelled at the stunned gang. The totally chastened gang climbed onto their bikes, and with a battery of glares full of hatred roared off towards the Interstate.

Amazon watched them go, and when the last bike had disappeared over the horizon she relaxed and brushed herself down. She was just tucking her breast back into her halter, when Wolf came stumbling out of the wreckage of the roadhouse.

'I'm impressed Wolfie, I thought I would have to carry you to jail,' she said.

Wolf was standing only by virtue of his enormous pride. Every bone in his body appeared damaged in some way, and he was a mass of pain.

'Well it appears I've been promoted from "Little Doggie" to "Wolfie", doe's this mean we're engaged or something?' he croaked painfully. 

Despite herself Amazon liked this man, he was still superbly confident, and seemed to hold no petty grudge against her for besting him.

'I demand respect, and I give it when due' she replied, grinning at the dusty battered man. Amazon walked towards her vehicle, it was an ex-army Hummer. It was the only type of motor that she could fit into. 

Amazon didn't have a secret identity, it didn't matter what she called herself, her unique physique would give her away. She sometimes wished she could have been more like the fabled Wonder Woman. She was the beautiful slim Diana Prince, until she spun around and miraculously changed into her crime fighting aspect of Wonder Woman. There were times when Amazon would have loved to be able to spin around and become a normal little woman.

Amazon had a real name, Victoria King, and she could have used it on her driving licence. However like all Super heroines it was too dangerous to reveal her given name to the public. She still had family in the City, and they could become targets if her real name was known. Consequently she was Amazon, and stayed Amazon all the time. She lived in an apartment over the Headquarters of the Federation of Super humans. When she wasn't on a mission she was head of security there.

'Want a lift to jail or would you rather walk?' she asked Wolf.

'Thank you Amazon, I would love a ride with you. Perhaps we could go up to Lovers Leap and make out' he replied, grimacing as his ribs dug into him. Amazon laughed, ' Well at least your dick isn't broken. If you weren't a bad guy, who knows what we could have got up to,' she answered. She dropped him off with the desk sergeant at the Jail, and as she left him he blew her a kiss.




Superheroines Bk. 04



Driving back to headquarters she felt down, she was always down after the adrenaline rush subsided, but this was worse. Wolf could have been a match for her, but in the end she had beaten him easily. She needed a man she could look up to, one who could subdue her, bend her to his will and take her virginity.

'Yeah right,' she muttered to herself, as she parked the Hummer and went to report to Shiva. She walked into Shiva's office without knocking and waiting; Amazon didn't do knocking and waiting. Shiva had told her about this many times, but it made no difference. 

The Lady Shiva was sitting at her desk; she was the titular leader of all the Super humans in the City. She looked just like a little doll in the big leather chair. She was a small Indian woman and the most powerful of the Super heroines. Her power was Telekinesis, and it was off the scale. 

She was often asked to charity events and the organisers tried to think of a task that would entertain their guests, and test Shiva. She had already proved herself by deflecting a multi ton meteorite from the City. The problem with that was that no one had actually seen her do it, only the resulting explosion in the sea. Some sceptics had stated that the meteorite would have missed the City anyway. 

Humans being what they were, they were always asking for another demonstration of her power. The news was full of her latest exploit. The president himself had invited her to a reception on board the Aircraft Carrier " Stonewall Jackson". This was a retired warship that was moored in the harbour, and was being converted into a casino.

Surrounded by his entourage the president had pointed to a decommissioned Jet plane that had been placed on the flight deck for decoration, and asked Shiva if she could lift it for him. Shiva was getting a bit bored of these requests, but he was the President of the Nation so she thought she would give him a show. With a small grin she stood in front of the large Jet and raised her hands into the air.

The TV cameras were zoomed in on her serene face and the Jet. There was consternation, when the Jet remained firmly stuck to the deck. The TV crews were wondering what to do about this embarrassing anti climax when their attention was drawn to the Dockside. The TV crews on the dock were jumping up and down, and screaming in excitement.

All their cameras were focused on the Giant Aircraft Carrier. Nothing had happened to it except for the small fact that it was now floating in the air. It's rusty barnacle encrusted hull dripping seawater, and its four massive propellers exposed to view for the first time since she was built. The pictures from the dockside cameras were transmitted to the screens on board the ship. 

Although she was lifting over 100,000 tonnes of warship, Shiva held it perfectly steady. Looking straight at the President she winked and said 'Woops'

He was delighted, and led the thunderous applause as The Lady Shiva gently lowered the massive ship back into its element.

Despite all this Shiva was still a small woman, and her guest who was standing before her desk made her look even smaller. Anyone who reached this office was almost certainly a Super human regardless what they looked like. This man was as obviously as Super human as Amazon was, and for the same reason.

He was Huge, fucking huge, he reminded Amazon of a tanned version of the comic book hero Hulk. When he turned to see whom had entered the office, it was obvious that he was being very careful not to smash anything accidentally. He calmly looked Amazon in the eyes and waited, saying nothing until Shiva introduced him.

'Welcome home Amazon, may I introduce Tank, he has just moved to the City from Kansas. Tank this is Amazon, she is regarded as the World's strongest Super heroine and our head of security.'

Amazon was pleased that she didn't have to look down to see his eyes. He was a bit taller than she was, but more than twice her weight. 

His shoulders were wide and massively muscled. His whole body was stocky, and his legs were pillars of muscle. She could see his legs because he was only wearing a pair of leather shorts. Otherwise he was naked.

'You just can't get a good tailor in Kansas' she remarked, as she offered him her hand. Tank smiled a gentle smile as she gripped his hand and squeezed it hard. His face retained its gentle smile as she increased the pressure on his hand. Amazon rarely shook hands with people, she was afraid of crushing their hands by accident. However she reckoned that this guy could take a bit of pressure without much harm.

Amazon didn't go out dating, or to the cinema, or to clubs. She spent most of her spare time alone in her apartment, watching the TV or reading. She had made a point of swotting up on all the Super humans that had gone public. There were hundreds of them, but they were thinly spread across the nation, and usually stayed in and around the City nearest to where they were born.

She had read about the Super hero Tank, he was regarded by those who studied these things, as the strongest man in the world. The Russian strongman Kodiak was hotly contesting this claim. Be that as it may Tank was a phenomenon, he had already been a famous college Football player with the nickname of Tank. He was renowned for simply blasting through the opposition like his namesake. 

Like many Super humans he didn't go through puberty until he was eighteen. At this time his body changed as the super hormones flooded his tissues. Already large and powerful he gained weight quickly, and his muscles became far denser. By the end of his transformation he was as he was now, a veritable bulldozer of a man. His skin had toughened to such an extent that it was virtually bullet-proof.

All this flashed through her mind as she increased the pressure on his hand. She was puzzled that she was having no apparent effect on him. 

'Hello Amazon, I am a fan' he said, ignoring her attempt to hurt him. She had the grace to relax her hand, and called it a draw to salve her feelings.

His voice was deep and relaxed, as if he hadn't a care in the world. Why not she thought, it must be nice to know that you are virtually indestructible.

'Pleased to meet you Tank, welcome to our City,' said Amazon as graciously as she knew.

'If I can be of any help you only have to ask,' she offered out of politeness. Shiva had been watching this byplay, ready to separate them if the testing got out of hand.

'I'm glad you said that Amazon, Tank needs a place to stay for a few nights. I wondered if you would be so kind as to look after him until he finds a place suitable for a man of his stature?'

Amazon was stunned; the last thing she wanted was a strange man in her apartment.

'I ask this as a personal favour to me Vicky,' continued Shiva looking her straight in the eyes. Amazon couldn't refuse this little woman anything. She had for her respect and admiration bordering on something deeper.

'Is he house trained?' she asked semi seriously.

'I assure you that I am, and I am very grateful to you for suffering this inconvenience,' said Tank politely.

'Yeah right, well follow me then and be careful of the walls they are only made of brick you know,' she said backing out of the office. She watched in amusement as Tank carefully squeezed through the door and into the larger corridor. 

'Is your apartment on an upper floor?' he asked as they walked along the corridor.

'Yeah it's on the roof, why do you care?' she replied wondering if she had left any of her girlie items scattered around her rooms.

'With all due respect I don't think the elevator will take both of us. It will be best if I run up the stairs while you take the elevator,' he suggested. Amazon laughed out loud, ' I'm sorry, did you say you were going to run up the stairs. I would like to get there sometime tonight if you don't mind,' she remarked.

'Are you a gambling woman Amazon? I bet I can get to your roof by the stairs before you get there in the elevator,' he said quietly.

'Done,' she said without thinking.

They had reached the elevator and she indicated the door to the stairwell.

'Go on then, get running,' she said.

'It's OK I'll wait until you start going up to make it fair,' he replied. The elevator arrived and the doors hissed open, with a shrug Amazon went in and pressed the button for the roof. He was still standing there when the doors closed, and with a jerk the elevator began its journey to the roof.

Tank was desperate to impress this fantastic woman; he had worshiped Amazon ever since he had learned of her existence. He had all her news clippings, and was indeed her biggest fan. As soon as the doors closed he was off, he slammed through the doors and ran to the bottom of the first flight of stairs going up. He had to climb ten such sets of stairs to reach her roof. Well most people would climb them but he had a quicker way.

Tank bent his knees slightly and with an explosive thrust of his super muscled legs jumped to the top of the flight of stairs. Using the banister to spin himself round he repeated this method of propulsion until he landed on the top floor, and ran to wait in front of the elevator doors. He spent the few seconds before the doors hissed open, in controlling his breathing and affecting the calm image that he wanted to portray to Amazon.

Amazon was glad he had decided to take the stairs; it would give her time to tidy up her place before he got there. She was so busy thinking about this, that when the doors hissed open she ran out straight into his chest.

'OOOFFH' she grunted, as she bounced off his immovable body and back into the elevator.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you,' he said calmly.

'YOU DIDN'T FRIGHTEN ME' she yelled, flustered at his appearance. His point made, Tank stepped back to allow her to exit the elevator and lead him to her door. Vicky was furious; she had hoped she would have time to tidy up before he got there. Like most single girls her place was usually in a mess. She tended to leave her clothes where she dropped them, and although she rarely wore panties on a mission she did wear them sometimes. She was sure there were a few pairs of frilly items lying around somewhere.

She had an idea, ' Look Tank, I have a few things in here that I don't want damaged, wait out here for a minute whilst I put them away somewhere safe. I know, go up on the roof and I will meet you there when I've finished.'

'No problem Amazon, I will wait for you on the roof,' agreed Tank. As soon as he had gone Vicky ran into her room, and frantically picked up all the embarrassing bits and pieces that girls leave lying about. 

While she was at this she took the time to change into something more decorous. She usually sat around her room wearing a loose woollen jumper and jeans that were made especially for her. She didn't know why, but she didn't really want Tank to see her breasts, and she certainly didn't want him getting a flash of her pussy. Sensibly dressed, she took a last look around and then went up onto the roof to fetch Tank.

She found him admiring the view; she was very lucky to have been given this apartment. She had used the flat roof space to set up her gym. All her weight lifting gear was here, and as it wasn't overlooked she often used to work out naked.

'Hi, sorry I was so long but I thought I would get changed,' she explained walking up to him.

'You have a spectacular view Amazon, I appreciate you allowing me to stay here,' said Tank.

'Yeah right, look as we are going to be living together perhaps you could call me Vicky,' she said nervously.

'Why thank you Vicky, I am honoured that you trust me with your name. In return I will tell you that my name is Tony.'

'Are you hungry Tony?

'Always,' he answered.

'Same here' she replied, smiling at him.

The revenue from her various advertising franchises, and her job as Head of Security enabled Vicky to live reasonably well. A lot of her money was spent on food. Her body burnt up the calories quickly, and she had to eat a lot to stay in top shape. She realised that Tony would have the same needs, and as she was a reasonable cook she soon had him helping her whip up a quick snack of steaks and fries. There was enough Steak and fries to feed ten normal people, but Amazon and Tank tore into it until there were only a few lonely fries left.

After their snack she took two bottles of wine from the fridge and poured each of the bottles into a pint glass. Giving one to Tony they sat down on Amazon's reinforced furniture for a drink and a chat.

'Wow, that was great Vicky, I was starving as usual' he said lifting his glass of wine to her in salute.

'Glad to be of help Tony, I like to see a man enjoying his food, this business of being a Super human does have its down sides.'

Tank was a happy man, at last he was sitting on a chair that could hold him, he was tired of having to be careful of ordinary furniture. Usually he had to stand wherever he went to save on the destruction.

'This is a lovely chair Vicky, I'm glad you buy man sized furniture, I assume your bed is of the same quality?' he commented. Amazon didn't answer him; she was looking at him strangely. Tank realised that his comment about her bed may have been misunderstood.

'Oh my God Amazon, please don't think I was suggesting anything as regards your bed,' he blurted out. ' I would never presume to try and hit on you like that.'

Vicky relaxed at hearing this, it wasn't just the words, but the fact that the world's strongest man was blushing furiously over his faux-pas.

'Hey think nothing of it; hell I get hit on by most of the men I meet. Today I was hit on by a bike chain,' she joked.

'Ouch, that must have stung,' he said with concern in his voice. 'where did he hit you? I can't see any marks.'

Vicky turned her back on him and pulled up her loose jumper to show him the red welt where the heavy steel chain had caught her.

'Wow, hold still a moment, there is a splinter of steel embedded in your back' he said moving over to where she sat. For such a large man his powerful fingers were very gentle, as he pinched the splinter between his horny nails and drew it out.

'You have a lovely skin for a woman who is so tough, in comparison my skin is more like a Rhinos,' he muttered.

'Be thankful it isn't green,' she giggled as she pulled down her jumper. It had only been when she was showing him the welt that she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra. Fortunately she had her back to him, but her breasts were so large that they could be seen from behind.

'Yeah at least I'm not green, but you would be surprised how little difference that makes to the chicks,' he admitted as the wine relaxed him. 

'You are probably the world's strongest woman, but you are still beautiful and desirable. I am probably the world's strongest man, but I am a monster,' he said quietly.

'No women chase after me, if anything they run away from me. I'm a bit like that chap from " Of Mice and Men " who loved animals but crushed them to death when he tried to hug them. As you said Amazon, being a Super human has it's down sides'. The wine had probably been a mistake thought Vicky, as she realised they had both emptied their pint glasses. Did I just Giggle? I don't do giggles, she thought to herself as she went to get two more bottles.

Tank looked at her ass as she walked across the room. Her jeans had been tailored for her and clung to her hips. She had a woman's hips and they swayed nicely as she moved; he had been speaking the truth regarding his interaction with women. What with not reaching puberty until he was over eighteen, and the massive hormonal changes to his body that had happened during that time he had never actually had any kind of relationship with a woman.

By the time he was interested, they were scared. Shiva hadn't asked him why he had moved to this city. If she had, he would have been embarrassed to have to admit it was solely because of this woman in front of him. He had a crush on her when he saw her in the papers and on the news. Since meeting her in the flesh, and what flesh, he had fallen for her totally.

'You are not a monster Tony,' she replied after handing him the second pint of wine. 

'In fact I think you are the most polite man I have met in a long while. I must admit I have read up on you, and I expected some kind of super macho football jock with a string of brainless tarts on his arm.'

He was about to answer when her phone rang.

' Hold on a sec Tony boy, it's her ladyship,' said Vicky.

It was indeed Shiva, and she had heard that there was a robbery going on not far from where they were. It seemed a routine mission, and she wondered if Amazon could take Tank along with her to sort it out. The wine had given Amazon a "fuck it" frame of mind, and she agreed to pop along and bag the crooks.

Tank was ecstatic at the thought of going on a mission with Amazon. This was his chance to impress her, and he intended to grab it with both hands.

'Shut your eyes while I change,' she told him as she pulled off her jumper. He honestly meant to, but she was so eager to change that her jumper was on the floor in seconds. Tank was treated to a clear view of her magnificent breasts bouncing about, as she tried to pull down her jeans in a hurry. 

In her rush to get ready Amazon had forgotten that he was there. She was so used to being alone. Finally she got the jeans off, and ran into her bedroom to change into her halter and loincloth. Seeing her naked ass as she ran; caused Tank to experience an erection. It had been threatening for quite a while, and he cursed his luck that it would happen now.

'I'll wait for you down by your car' he yelled, and ran out of the room before she could see his embarrassment. Amazon was busy trying to stuff her breasts into her halter, so just grunted in reply. For some reason she grabbed a pair of panties, and pulled them on to cover her naked ass and pubes. She wasn't going to take any chances that Tank would see her pussy.

Tank was waiting by her hummer when she came bursting into the underground car park that served the Headquarters building. Tank just managed to squeeze into the large vehicle, and hung on as she drove at high speed to the scene of the robbery. The city had given all the Super heroines and Heroes a magnetic flashing light to help them get through the traffic as quickly as possible.

At last they were there, it was an upmarket Jewellers shop, and it seemed to be a simple attempt to snatch their stock of gold and jewels.

'Wait a minute, I seem to remember that this shop had borrowed a famous diamond named "The star of Russia" said Amazon, as they clambered out of the hummer. If that is stolen it will create an international incident, and we wouldn't want to fall out with Russia.'

Amazon realised at last that she was talking to herself. Tank had raced towards the alarm bells, intent on capturing the robbers red handed.

'Fucking stupid man, we don't know who the fuck is robbing the place yet. It could be a Super villain and they can be very nasty,' she swore to herself as she raced in pursuit of the big man.

Tank needed to impress Amazon, and what better way than to take down these robbers single-handedly. He saw a group of thugs apparently holding down a small female figure. She was dressed all in red and he assumed it must be the Super heroine Blaze. He jumped into the group and laid about him with both hands. 

The thugs were trying to steal a satchel from the woman in red. Soon they were all unconscious, and he offered his hand to the figure in red leather.

'Oh thank you, thank you so much,' said the woman gratefully taking his hand and rising to her feet.

'Tell me your name big boy,' she said.

'It's Tank,' he replied.




Superheroines Bk. 04



'Well Tank it appears that the big woman rushing towards us is that Super heroine Amazon; I want you to stop her for me please. As a special treat for rescuing me from my erstwhile partners in crime, I will allow you to rape her when she is defeated, do you understand me Tank?'

'Yes, I will stop her and rape her,' replied Tank.

'Well then I will leave you to it, I must be off to sell this wonderful diamond. Thanks to you I don't have to share the proceeds with that bunch of thugs I had recruited to do the heavy work. Oh by the way, my name is Demoness, you will remember that when my coercion wears off.'  

Tank stood motionless, as the Super Villain Demoness ran off into the night.

'Tank what the fuck are you doing? Stop her, that looks like Demoness and she's getting away' yelled Amazon grabbing his arm. Tank turned to her and with one hand grabbed her leather halter. With his other hand her pushed her so hard she flew backwards, leaving her halter in his hand.

'WHAT THE FUCK!!' she swore as she landed on her ass, her head spinning from his push. There had been a recent newsletter circulated amongst the Super humans concerning Demoness. Someone had found out that she was a very powerful coercer, and they were advised not to let her touch them.

Amazon realised that Tank hadn't been on the mailing list, and she had to regard him as the enemy until Demoness,s spell wore off. She chose to ignore Tank and concentrate on capturing Demoness. Amazon shot off past Tank in pursuit of the small red figure, who was running towards a motorbike parked under a street lamp down at the next junction. Amazon knew she could reach the woman before she could get away.

She was so focussed on catching her fleeing prey; that she forgot all about Tank. Suddenly he was there in front of her, his legs bending as they absorbed the shock of his landing. He had leaped completely over her, and now blocked her from her prey.

'To can play that game sunshine' she muttered, and with a powerful surge of her legs she jumped into the air to hurdle the giant man. 

At the top of her leap he reached up and caught her by her loincloth. Her momentum was halted, and as she crashed down to the paving her loincloth was ripped from her hips.

'Oooffff,' she grunted in pain, as her shoulders slammed into the hard stone paving.

'Just as well I wore these panties after all, I do not want him seeing my pussy' she swore, as she sprang to her feet to confront Tank.

Why this was of any concern to her she didn't try and analyse. Without further thought she sprang straight at Tank, using her full weight to slam into his chest. He staggered back and his heel caught on the kerb tripping him over onto his back. He fell like a stone golem, and she was sure she felt the sidewalk shake with the impact. With a slight pang of regret, she slammed him square on the chin to knock him out.

The problem was that she had been hitting normal thugs for so long, that she had been pulling her punches so as not to kill them. Tank wasn't a normal thug, and although he blinked when her fist hit him that was all that happened. He was still conscious and labouring under Demoness's command. Stop her and rape her.

Well he had stopped her, now it was time to rape her. Instead of punching her, he threw his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Her naked breasts pressed against his face, and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it.

'What the Fuck?? I don't believe this shit; Get the fuck off me you fucking idiot. Demoness is getting away and you are sucking my tit, are you out of your tiny fucking mind?' she screamed at him. He ignored her screams of rage and slid his hand down her back until he was able to grasp the flimsy material of her panties. With little effort he ripped them off her, and his hand gripped her ass cheeks.

Her arms were pinned to her sides and she couldn't punch him, as his hand caressed her naked ass and pulled her towards his growing erection. She could feel it like a small log grinding against her pubes; only his leather shorts protected her from his rampant lust. Unable to use her fists, she reared up and slammed her forehead hard onto the bridge of his nose.

Tough as Tank was, that made his eyes water, and he loosened his grip on her allowing her to wriggle off him and jump to her feet. She stood there naked in front of him panting with her efforts, her large breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Oh Fuck it, he's looking at my pussy, she realised and a rosy blush suffused her whole body.

Tank was indeed staring at her pussy, and she gasped as he dropped his shorts and stood naked and proud before her. His cock matched the rest of his body; it was huge and quivering with lust.

'Oh fuck me' she breathed staring at his erection. Tank may have heard her because he leapt towards her slamming her to the ground. 

Her legs flew apart and he was instantly between them his throbbing cock pushing into the thick tangle of her pubic hair in search of her virgin opening.

'NO!! She screamed frantically trying to push him off her, but he was totally under Demoness's control. It was more effective on him, than it would have been on any other Super hero.

Demoness had ordered him to do exactly what he wanted to do anyway. He had wanted to fight Amazon to see who was strongest, and he wanted to fuck her because he fancied her like mad. Consequently Demoness's coercion was very powerful, and almost impossible to break.

Something strange was happening to Vicky, she seemed to feel her power draining away. He was holding her firmly, and she was defenceless against his superior strength. He wasn't hurting her; in fact although she had tried her best to hurt him he was content to just hold her tightly. She found that he was laying perfectly still, his rampant hot cock pressed against her pubes. 

It was her struggling and wriggling; that was working his cock between the virgin lips of her labia, and assisting it to slowly enter her vagina. Her hymen impeded his knob, and she instinctively thrust her hips up to buck him off. This drove him through the obstruction, and deep into her womb. Amazon wrapped her naked legs around his waist and tried to crush him between her thighs, this only drove him deeper into her. 

No matter what she did she was helpless in his embrace, and closed her eyes as his mouth found her nipple again and sucked hard on her swollen teat. Her screams of rage became moans of pleasure, as he mastered her gently. He was in her up to his balls, and she could feel them rubbing against her naked ass, as he at last began to fuck her. Slowly and gently at first, and then when he felt her hips rising to meet his cock, he captured her mouth with his and kissed her deeply as his cock hammered her into submission.

The first real orgasm of her life blasted through her body, and she screamed in rapture, her cunt clenching hard onto his thick shaft. Cunt juice exploded from her womb, and spurted out along his cock to soak his balls. Tank was in her up to his balls but needed to go even deeper. He lifted her legs up into the air, and forced them down either side of her head. This presented her cunt and ass to him completely, he was no longer holding her arms tightly, but she wasn't fighting him anymore. Amazon had surrendered to him, and would let him do as he willed with her body.

The sight of her lying naked and compliant, her large breasts with their hard swollen nipples heaving with passion, and her intimate secret places on show for him, finally destroyed his control. With a loud roar he let go all restraint, and pounded his giant cock into her willing body. She came for him again, screaming with sheer lust, and soaking his balls with her hot juices until at last his orgasm exploded inside her. He screamed in pleasure as he emptied his balls into her womb. 

Jet after jet of his hot cum pumped up inside her, until her cunt was overflowing with his seed. Her mouth sought his again and she kissed him passionately, as she felt herself accept his semen deep inside her womb. When his orgasm had run its course, she held him tightly to her naked body. 

She revelled in the throbbing of her newly opened cunt. She was a real woman now, she wasn't a dyke, she had a man, and what a man. At last she had someone worthy of her, he was bigger and stronger than she was. She somehow knew he loved her, and would be her partner through life. She felt safe in his arms.

Tank was coming out of Demoness's spell, he had done as she had commanded, and in doing so had become free of it. He was still deep inside his woman and she was kissing him. A flood of love swept over him for this magnificent woman. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he thanked the gods that it had. He was the happiest man in the world, until he realised that he had just raped the woman he loved.

Amazon saw the comprehension dawning in his eyes as the spell dissipated. Before he could say anything, she put her finger over his mouth and said ' Shhhhh don't worry Tony, I love you.'

At those words that he had fantasised about hearing for ages, he relaxed and smiled down at her.

'Good, because I love you too, and I would hate to have to go through all this every time I wanted to fuck my woman.'

'Well now that's settled lets get off this fucking street and get dressed,' she said.

'By the way Tank I think my love name for you will have to be Hoss,' she remarked as she pulled on her loincloth. 

' I do believe that cock is too big to be a man's even a Super mans.'

Tank blushed at this compliment, but then his face went white with shock as he saw blood running down her inner thighs.

'Oh my God Vicky, you're bleeding, I'm so sorry,' he exclaimed. Amazon had hardly noticed the blood; she was often bleeding at the end of a battle. This blood however was different from usual. She blushed and looked at the ground as she explained to Tony that it was her virgin blood he could see. He had broken her hymen and deflowered her.

Tank lifted her face up and looked into her eyes.

'If it makes you feel any better darling, you have taken my virginity as well,' he confessed. They were both dressed again, apart from Amazon's ill-fated panties, which had been shredded.

'What the fuck happened to me?' he asked wonderingly.

'Demoness happened to you darling, she is a very powerful coercer and can make anyone do anything if she touches them,' Amazon explained.

'A Coercer eh? The closest thing we have to her in Kansas is Hypno; he can do the same but has to look you in the eye,' commented Tank.

Demoness had long gone, and Amazon had to admit that she didn't really give a fuck. She might even buy the little red imp a beer the next time she saw her. Her heart was leaping with joy as she walked along beside her man. She loved the fact that he was actually two inches taller than her. Amazon couldn't wait to tell her fellow Super heroines all about him, in the embarrassing detail that only women can excel at.

She was particularly eager to tell that winged whore Angel, all about her man Tank. Angel was a rarity amongst Super heroines, a true flyer that didn't rely on Telekinesis. Angel was a beautiful green-eyed blond with the usual big tits. Large and firm as they were, men however didn't look at her tits when they first met her.

Instead their eyes were drawn to her fantastically beautiful, white-feathered wings; that sprouted from her shoulder blades just like a biblical angel. She was drop dead gorgeous, and didn't she fucking well know it. Angel had fucked almost every Super Hero she had met. They were putty in her hands, if indeed that was the correct term. 

The truth was that they were usually rigid in her hands, thought Amazon cattily. Angel made it obvious that she thought Amazon was a Dyke, and when she had found out about her affair with Dynamo she had smugly said no more about it.

Angel flew because her bones were hollow just like birds; and she was Super strong. She used the excuse of her wings to dispense with a top. To give lip service to decency, she simply stuck a few strategically placed feathers over her breasts to give the illusion that they were covered. The rest of her costume consisted of a white thong, and white thigh length boots.

Amazon thought she was a fucking tart, and had told her so on many occasions. If she tried her whore tricks with Tank, Amazon was going to rip her fucking wings off, and shove them up her well-fucked ass. All the fighting and fucking had given them both an appetite, and she decided she wanted to show off her man.

She drove them to Renaldo's, a restaurant that had become something of a gathering place for Super humans. Although the place was packed with Super humans and those normals that wanted to be seen with them, Amazon and Tanks entrance cause quite a stir. Amazon was always worth a second look, and tonight she radiated a glow that made her seem even more beautiful than she was.

Beside Tank she even looked more like a normal woman, he was so huge that he made her look small. The maitre de sat them down on specially reinforced chairs, and took their order. As most Super heroes wore skintight costumes that made it difficult to carry money, he let them run up a tab that they could pay monthly.

He was always glad to see Amazon, her appetite was legendary and she spent a lot of money here. By the looks of her partner his business would increase dramatically. Amazon had ordered five of the Super Hero Specials, for each of them, and told him to keep the wine coming while they were eating. Amazon planned on feeding then fucking her man, until he couldn't walk. Tonight it would be her turn to rape him, and she was looking forward to it tremendously.

As they were scoffing down their food, and quaffing pints of wine, a reporter from "Super" magazine came over and asked to be introduced to Tank. Amazon delighted in the attention and was happy to be interviewed, the reporter had heard about Tank being in the city and asked him how long he would be staying.

'I intend to stay here indefinitely,' replied Tank putting his arm around Amazon's shoulders.

'Ah are we to assume that you are more than just partners?' asked the man. Tank took the bull by the horns and declared that they were indeed more than just partners, and that the reporter was the first to know. The man beamed at them both, and after taking a few pictures of the couple, he rushed off to get this story out as soon as possible. 

Romance amongst the Super humans; was eagerly sought after by his readers, and the news would be in all the papers and magazines by the morning. The wine and the food had put Amazon in a very good mood; she couldn't wait to see Angel's face when next they met. Her happiness was completed when Dynamo walked in, accompanied by a tall woman dressed in white. 

Amazon had yet to meet Verity but had heard about her from the other Super heroes. Seeing Amazon, Dynamo came straight over to their table to introduce herself to Tank. Dynamo was very fond of Amazon; she had made love to her recently and had found her to be a gentle and considerate lover considering her great size and strength. 

Since then however Dynamo had met and fallen head over hells in love with the new Super heroine Verity. She had been trying to think of a way to tell Amazon, without hurting her feelings. Thankfully Verity had met Amazon's eyes when she had looked over at them. She had told Dynamo that Amazon and Tank were not only lovers, but also very much in love with each other.

Dynamo was over the moon about this, and beamed at the pair as she congratulated them on the news.

'I'd like you to meet my new partner and significant other, Verity.' She said kissing Amazon and Tank. Amazon assumed that they had heard about their relationship from the reporter. This wasn't the case; Verity was a fantastically powerful Telepath. In the split second when she had looked into Amazon's eyes, she had read the entire story of her meeting with Tank and her subsequent deflowering. Realising that Dynamo was nervous about breaking the news that they were lovers, she decided to enlighten her as to the actual situation. 

She rarely scanned and told, but in this case it was to help the woman she loved. Amazon didn't know about Verity's powers but liked the woman from the first meeting. Verity also liked Amazon, during the mind scan she had learned more about Amazon than the warrior woman would have been comfortable sharing.

Amazon was a "What you see is what you get" type of woman. No deceit, no flattery, she was a straight arrow, and Verity owed her for comforting Dynamo when she had been raped earlier that month. Amazon was really pleased that her best female friend was in love and happy. Verity seemed a bit straight-laced, but other than that she was friendly, if a bit guarded.

During the animated chatter between Amazon and Dynamo concerning the mission against Demoness and a now blushing Tank, Verity sent a light scan across the room to check that everything was OK. This was just the lightest of scans, and it just brushed the surface of the minds in the room. Now that she had a partner to love and protect, Verity had been more on her guard and less trusting, when in a crowd of strangers.

Her scan picked up nothing threatening, until she brushed her mind over a small black girl who was sitting at the bar. She wasn't wearing a costume, and looked like a typical groupie, happy to be seen with so many famous Super humans. Verity however felt the sheer power of her mind from across the room, and sent a stealthy tendril of thought into the young girls mind.

She tried to hide her reaction when she discovered that this small black girl, was the infamous Demoness herself.

She seemed to have no intent to harm anyone in the room, and she was even paying for her drinks. Verity knew that she was a powerful coercer, and could have told the barkeep to give her drinks on the house if she had so desired. Verity would have been content to leave well enough alone, until she remembered that the theft of that particular diamond could cause an international incident. It was her duty to her country to try and retrieve it.

Verity was still discovering her Power, and during lovemaking with Diana had been able to slip her mind into Diana's so that when they orgasmed it was as if they were one mind. Their orgasms were literally mind blowing, and Verity had wondered if she could infiltrate another persons mind without them knowing.

She excused herself by saying that she was going to the bar for a drink. She walked across the room and leaned on the bar next to where Demoness was sitting. The small girl looked up at her standing there and smiled at her.

'Hello, I know most of the Super heroines, but you are a new one,' she said in a friendly voice.

'Hello,' replied Verity 'I am Verity, partner to Dynamo, I am pleased to meet you.'

The girl looked straight into Verity's eyes, and the powerful Telepath found that she could slip inside Demoness's mind easily.

'What is your name?' she asked the girl.

'It's Mandy, could I buy you a drink perhaps?' she asked.

While on the outside Verity was having a friendly conversation with Mandy, she was also strolling through her mind learning about her. She first of all discovered that Mandy still had the diamond. In fact it was wrapped in a handkerchief in her jacket pocket. Verity also read how Mandy had become Demoness; and her kind heart ached at the suffering that the small girl had gone through.

Tempering her pity was the undeniable fact that Demoness was a cold-blooded killer. She would use men for sex, and then command them to die. Verity knew she should expose this girl, but she also knew that Demoness only had to touch one of the Super humans in the room to turn them against the rest. She decided it was too dangerous to confront the girl.




Superheroines Bk. 05



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Angel – Winged Sex, American Eagle,  and Mort - The Angel of Death. 

Angela had always been a beautiful child; her mother had put her on the modelling circuit as soon as she was old enough. She was the typical American beauty, long blonde hair sparkling blue eyes and a slim body. Her mother was Mary Latimer, a former Homecoming Queen and glamour model. Mary was still a beautiful woman, although the lines in her face told of approaching age. 

Mary's home was filled with trophies and ribbons and prizes; that her stunningly beautiful child had won over the years. This success was facilitated by the fact that Angela was so cute. She was a flat chested innocent little girl, and the beauty judges loved her.

Her mother was realistic enough to know that as with all child stars; she would be overtaken by younger cuter girls. This was inevitable as she grew older and her breasts developed. The child model circuit demanded cute, not sexy.

To mothers surprise however, her breasts didn't grow, nor did she reach that door to womanhood called puberty. By this time Angela was nearly eighteen, and although taller seemed to be unable to put on weight. Her mother simply changed her from being a child model, into a clothes model.

Angela graced the catwalks of Paris and Rome, moving in the circles of the rich and famous with ease. Her mother was always by her side to protect her daughter from the sexual attentions of the men, and sometimes women that admired and wanted her daughter. Although she had to admit to herself, that Angela had no interest in the sexual side of life whatsoever.

Angela was now tall and slim, and weighed next to nothing compared to her rivals in the business. Her mother who had always been her manager, refused to divulge Angela's weight. However she was becoming worried because although her daughter was six feet tall, she only weighed 60lbs.

Her mother couldn't understand it; Angela wasn't anorexic in fact she ate like a lion. Her body was slim and still flat chested, but her limbs were smooth and pleasantly rounded. She should have weighed 160lbs going by her looks alone.

The answer to this came just after her eighteenth birthday. Angela suddenly felt unwell and had taken to her room; she felt hot and was suddenly beset by her period at last. Her mother was relived, she had been thinking the worst, but thank god it was only delayed puberty.

Alone in her room Angela felt terrible, it was bad enough bleeding but she had known this was coming for years. Her girl friends had moaned about their monthlies, and called it the curse. Angela knew that she should expect the bleeding and the vaginal cramps, but she had never been told that her breasts or shoulder blades would hurt so much. 

She imagined that she could feel her hormones flooding through her body, rewriting her structure from an innocent little girl into a sexual woman. Telling her mother that she wanted to be alone and rest, Angela felt the urge to strip naked and threw herself onto her bed. Her raging hormones affected her so strongly that she slipped into unconsciousness.

Unbeknownst to Angela or her mother, the hormones that were rewriting her body were not normal hormones. Angela was a dormant Super human, and her hormones were super human too. As she lay unconscious, her breasts swelled out until they became the typical breasts of the female super human. These were invariably large and firm; and seemingly ignored the force of gravity. Even her virgin pink nipples became enlarged and swollen.

This would have been surprising enough, but something even more unusual was still to come. Her shoulder blades thinned and extended dramatically. Her hair follicles on her back transmuted into long brilliant white feathers. Her back muscles writhed as they grew bigger, and her entire body became four times stronger than it had been. 

The final change although unseen was the most important. Her bones became hollow whilst retaining their strength. By the morning, although a human girl had gone to bed, what woke up the next day was a veritable Angel complete with wings.

Angela thought she was laying on a pillow, and rolled onto her side to get comfortable. She sleepily stared at the two white mounds that she had been lying on. Her brain finally kicked in and she realised that these big white things weren't her pillows; they were breasts. 

'What the fuck is going on?' she swore to herself, tentatively feeling these strange additions to her chest. Strangely enough although they were very large, they didn't seem to be very heavy. Her nipples were now large and very noticeable. 'Well I've always wanted big tits and now I've got them' she muttered, not displeased with the changes to her body. It wasn't until she got up to admire her new breasts in her full-length mirror, that she discovered the main surprise.

Her brain at first just couldn't accept what it was seeing. She had wings, not little fairy transparent wings, but fucking big white-feathered wings that stretched from above her head to brush the floor. She thought she was dreaming; she looked just like a fucking Angel. She carefully turned around to try and see them from the back. 

Fortunately as a perk of her modelling career, she had a set of mirrors that showed her from any angle. These confirmed that she did indeed have wings; and they were beautiful. She had once seen a white swan launch itself into the air from the surface of a lake. It had spread its wings, and with powerful strokes had lifted itself into the air. She had been delighted at the sight of this water bound bird, breaking free and flying away into the sun. These were the same type of wings as that swan had.

It eventually hit her that she must be a Super human. 'Wow, who would have thought it, Angela Latimer, a Super human' she said to herself as she admired her new wings. The first thing to do was to get dressed, and go downstairs to show her mother this miracle. It only took one try to put her bra on to realise that she had a big problem.

There was no way she could wear a bra or a tee shirt, her wings got in the way. Even worse she couldn't wear her panties. Her wings started at her shoulder blades but were connected to her body from her shoulder blades right down to her hipbones. She still had a lovely trim ass, what could be seen of it, but the base of her wings grew out of the top of her butt.

'This is fucking ridiculous, I can't go out naked' she fumed. In a fit of rage she slammed her fist into the padded headboard of her bed. To her amazement her seemingly delicate fist smashed through the wood like it was made of paper, and her knuckles dented the plaster wall behind it. 'Well I'll be fucked, Super strength, goody for me,' she said quite happy until her eyes spotted something. 'Oh no tell me your fucking joking' she cried as she focused on her pubes. As her hair follicles on her back had metamorphosed into feathers, so had her pubic hair. Her pussy was now almost decent, hidden as it was behind a mass of small Downey white feathers.

She quickly checked the hair on her head, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it unchanged. She still had long golden hair down to her shoulders. 'Phew, thank the fuck for small mercies,' she breathed. Be that as it may it didn't solve her bra and panties problem.

Angela had an extensive wardrobe, and literally hundreds of items of underwear. She found that by threading the strings of a thong through her feathered ass she could wear it reasonably normally. As for her breasts, she fell back on the fashion models friend, the sticky backed tape. This was normally used to hold some of her more daring dresses to her breasts. However she found that if she covered her nipples with it, she could stick some white feathers from her pillow onto it to match her wings.

'Wow, erotic or what?' she grinned as she surveyed the finished result. She looked hot, fucking hot, and she knew that every man who saw her would want to fuck her senseless. Angela was shocked at those thoughts; she had never been interested in sex before. Now it seemed that she was very aware of her pussy, and breasts and ass. She found that she wanted to be desired and lusted after, as the super hormones switched on her motors.

Once the first shock had passed, she realised that she had often worn just as little as this on the catwalks of the fashion world. She could hear her mother talking downstairs, and decided to go down and surprise her. Mary was on the phone to Angela's agent arranging her next photo shoot in Turkey. 

Angela was the premier model of a famous Paris fashion designer, and he wanted her to display his summer line. Mary was in her element; she loved this world of fashion and glamour. Even if she was only experiencing it at second hand through her daughter. Since her husband left them when Angela was three, Mary had been her daughter's protector and friend.

She looked up and saw Angela coming carefully down the stairs. 'Oh my God, what are you wearing dear? Is there some fancy dress ball that you haven't told me about' she laughed. 'We have to go and see Julian this afternoon to finalise your turkey trip. Take off those ridiculous false breasts and silly wings and get ready' she said, shaking her head in wonder at what young girls got up to in their rooms.

Angela was annoyed, she had expected shock, horror, tears, screaming. She hadn't expected to be fucking laughed at. 'Hello Mother!! These are not fake breasts; they are real. These are not fake wings they are fucking real as well,' she shouted at Mary. In her anger her wings snapped out sideways, and knocked over a lamp and a chair.

The smash of breaking glass punctuated Angela's shout, and Mary took a second serious look at her daughter. 'Oh please no, you've changed into one of those super things, those freaks like that Shiva person,' said Mary in horror.

'What the fuck do you mean a Freak, I think I look fucking hot thank you very fucking much mother,' yelled Angela in a rage. Her hormones were still working on her body and mind, and without conscious thought she ran to the open window and dived out into the sunshine. Her wings slammed down and lifted her into the air easily. She flew automatically, without any more thought than it took to keep her heart beating.

She was furious at her mother, and just wanted to get away from her until she cooled down. Before she knew it she was high over the city, flying with ease and feeling no fear of the dizzy heights. In fact when she had cooled off, she found that she was having fun. She experimented by swooping and turning in the air, and she found that she could also hover. Suddenly she saw a figure in blue approaching her. It was a man and he too was flying. As he got closer she could see his face was stern, and he appeared as if he was going to attack her.

She recognised him as The American Eagle, a Super hero that was often seen patrolling the sky over the City. 'Whoa there Eagle, I'm friendly' she cried out, holding her hands up. He slowed down as he approached, until he was also hovering in front of her.

'Who on earth are you? I thought it was Falcon, that's why I was coming in so fast. I owe that bitch a good beating,' said Eagle his eyes roving over her semi naked body. 'Oh er, I'm Angel,' said Angela saying the first name that came into her mind.

'Well helllloooo Angel, I must say you are the most beautiful Super heroine I have ever seen' he said, smiling his 100watt smile at her. Eagle was a tough fighter and a charmer when it came to women. As a Super hero and a flyer, he was idolised by hundreds of young women in the City. He could have his pick of them and he did. It was rumoured that he had fucked over 500 women, and when asked he didn't deny it.

Like most flyers he flew by telekinesis and willpower. He had super strength but that was all, he was a decent Super hero and helped keep down crime in the City. 'Ah I'm not a Super heroine yet,' said Angel. This is my first flight and I am still a bit confused as to how I grew these wings and other things,' she admitted.

She noticed that his eyes were on those other things, and she blushed when she saw the front of his Lycra pants begin to swell. Eagle was almost salivating with lust for this beautiful creature; he felt his body react instinctively with an almost painful erection. He was embarrassed at himself, he wasn't some young callow youth seeing his first pair of tits, he was a Cocksman and proud of it. He had years of sexual experience under his belt and although this beautiful creature was worthy of a good fucking, he would normally have had better control over his cock.

'Is there anyone I could go and see for advice?' she asked desperate to take his mind off her tits. 'Oh what? Oh yes er I tell you what, let me take you to see Shiva. She will know what to do with you,' he offered gallantly. 'Follow me' he said, and flew off towards the Head quarters of the Federation of Super humans.

Strangely enough as he pulled further away from Angel he regained his senses, and his erection receded. Wow, thank God for that, if Shiva saw me with a hard on she would dunk me in the bay,' he thought. The Lady Shiva was of Indian extraction, and a very moral woman. No one made any sexual innuendos around her if they were wise. In a federation of Super humans, she was acknowledged to be the most powerful.

Eagle knew that she disapproved of his sexual excesses, and if he were to dare have a hard on in her presence she might well rip his balls off and wear them as earrings. Even the feared Amazon and her partner Tank; who were recognised as the two strongest Super humans, treated the small woman with respect.

Thankfully the waiting room was empty, so he knocked on her office door and when he heard her soft melodious voice bid him enter he went in with Angel. However no sooner had he closed the door behind them, than he felt the first stirring of his erection again. 'Hi Shiva, this is Angel' he said quickly, 'can't stop I'm afraid somewhere there is a crime being committed.'

To Shiva's surprise he bolted out of the office and was gone. The two women looked at each other with mutual interest. Angela had heard about the legendary Lady Shiva, everyone referred to her as " The Lady" Shiva out of respect for her power. She was also regarded as a real lady, well mannered and polite. Angela found that she liked her, and smiled her showgirl smile at the small woman in the big chair.

Shiva was indeed a well brought up Indian woman, she was still a virgin at 20 and had never even kissed a man, or a woman for that matter except for her parents. She fully intended to marry one day and have a family. She was now the Leader of the Super human community, she had the generous salary the company car, and excellent pension and medical scheme. She also had the enormous responsibility, of trying to control a bunch of Super powered egomaniacs.

She was a very nice person if a bit of a prude, as could be seen from the prim business suit she was wearing. To keep her identity secret she wore her trademark golden hood but she had found early on that her skin-tight cat suit was not designed for working in an office. If Angela was surprised at how small the most powerful woman in the world was, Shiva was stunned at the sight of Angel.

Every Super human that flew, did so by telekinesis. Shiva was at one end of the scale, being able to lift a 100,00 tonne Aircraft carrier easily. At the other end of the scale, were those who could barely lift a cup off the table.

Somewhere in the middle were the flyers. They could lift themselves up and fly around easily. Some were more powerful than others and could even carry a passenger. Most couldn't and none of the flyers had wings, they simply weren't needed.

'Hmmm, I guess that it would be pointless for you to wear a mask, have a seat, and tell me how you came to be, please' asked Shiva. Angel found that she could sit on an upright chair if she was careful to spread her wings slightly. The lower haves of her bottom were still normal. Wriggling her naked bottom on the seat of the chair to get comfortable, she related her story to Shiva leaving out nothing. Shiva was finding Angel very interesting indeed; it appeared that she actually flew using her wings just like a bird.

'Stand up please and open your wings as wide as you can,' Shiva asked walking around her desk and standing in front of Angel. Shilpa was enthralled at the sight of this beautiful creature; she was like something from a fairy tale. Just looking at her semi-naked body with those large firm white breasts was making her feel uncomfortably hot. She glanced towards the window and saw that it was closed, she couldn't be bothered to go over and open it. She just shrugged off her prim business jacket and threw it on her desk.

Shiva ran her hands down Angel's wings, feeling the softness of the brilliant white feathers. Shiva was feeling very strange, and became aware that her pussy felt damp and hot. Then to Angel's surprise she lifted each of Angel's heavy nippled breasts, and inspected them closely. 

Shiva found the sticky tape and gently removed it from Angel's nipples exposing them to her eyes. 'Yes you definitely have our breasts' she murmured, brushing her finger across Angel's swollen nipples. Angel gasped as her nipples reacted to Shiva's touch, by hardening and sticking out like strawberries. Shiva rolled the hardening nipples between her fingers and squeezed them gently. Angel was embarrassed to feel her pussy becoming moist.

The small woman then switched her attention to Angel's pubic region. 'Open your legs for me please,' she asked quietly. Angel opened her legs, and Shiva knelt down so her face was on the same level as Angel's pubes. Angel twitched as Shiva pulled her thong to one side to expose her feathered pussy. 'Hmmm very unusual, may I ask if you are a virgin?' said Shiva studying angel's pubes intently. 'Er yes I am, I never had any sexual drive at all until this happened,' she confessed.

Angel blushed as she felt Shiva's fingers parting her feathered pubes to expose her cunt lips and clitoris. 'How does this feel?' asked Shiva as she lightly rubbed her finger over Angel's clitoris. Angela groaned as fantastically pleasurable sensations radiated out from this sensitive little organ. She felt her vagina becoming very wet as she became sexually excited. Angela knew from the stories that her girl friends had told her, that one of the best ways of achieving a female orgasm was by stimulation of the clitoris. 

However she had never in her life felt the need to masturbate, and had never had any kind of orgasm. Now it was as if her body was trying to make up for all the wasted years that she was in this sexual desert. All rational thought left her, and she simply wanted Shiva to thrust her fingers deep into her hungry wet cunt, and finger her furiously until she covered her in cum. Shiva had also never masturbated in her life; she had sexual urges, as did most young women. However her upbringing forbade her to touch herself in a sexual manner, and when she felt especially wanton she would have a very cold shower until the feeling went away.




Superheroines Bk. 05



Her mind seemed to have gone into a sexual loop, she found Angel's virgin cunt fascinating. She sniffed it, rubbing her nose over her feathered pubes sucking Angel's erotic scent deep into her lungs. She sensed Angel opening her legs wider, and thrusting her now juicy cunt towards her in invitation.

Shiva had never slipped her finger up her own pussy, but after gently parting Angel's labia she inserted her finger and massaged the inside of Angel's now soaking wet cunt. Angel moaned in frustration, as Shiva's finger brushed over her G-spot and brought her to the brink of orgasm. She gasped in disappointment, as Shiva pulled her finger out of her and stood up.

'Please turn around and bend over the chair,' she said quietly. Angel nearly knocked the small woman over with her wings, as she rushed to comply. Shiva found herself presented with the most beautiful naked ass she had ever seen. She hadn't actually seen a naked ass before, but this shouldn't detract from the perfection of Angels.

The upper part of her buttocks was now connected to the base of her wings, but the lower part was pert and firm. Shiva had the urge to sink her teeth into those beautiful ass cheeks, and leave her mark on this sexy young virgin. She saw the string that held Angel's thong together and snapped it, causing it to fall away leaving her ass naked for her inspection.

Instead of biting Angel's bottom, she gently parted her ass cheeks to expose the little pink rose of her anus to her gaze. As Leader, Shiva knew about the Super heroine Blaze's rape. Hammer's gang had fucked her pussy and her ass unmercifully. The thought of a man's big cock ramming into this perfect little asshole made her shudder. She lent forward and kissed it tenderly, before running her tongue around the puckered ring of sensitive flesh. Angel cried out in passion, as she felt Shiva's tongue exploring her most private of places. 

She thrust her ass towards Shiva, and closed her eyes in pleasure as she rubbed her naked ass over the woman's face. Shilpa was transported with lust and as this beautiful naked young ass was pushed into her face, she thrust her tongue deep into Angels open cunt. Angel groaned and moaned as Shiva licked and sucked on her cunt lips. Angela couldn't take any more, and with a scream of ecstasy she orgasmed for the first time in her life.

Shiva's mouth was suddenly filled with the hot cunt juices of the young woman. Instead of flinching away she grabbed hold of Angels slim hips and held her ass tight against her face. As fast as the juices spurted out of Angels vagina, Shiva was sucking and swallowing it. The flood was so great that a lot of it splashed out and over Shiva's face and businesslike white shirt. Shiva hadn't worn a bra today, and Angels copious cunt juices soaked into her white cotton shirt and revealed her breasts and nipples as if she was in a wet tee shirt contest,

'Step back and kneel down please' said Shiva, licking her lips to get the last drops of Angel's cum. Shilpa's cunt was on fire and she needed Angel to do something to ease her need. Angel compiled in a daze, and knelt down with the waves of her first orgasm still running through her body. She watched as Shiva took her place by the chair with her ass to her. The small woman was wearing a business skirt, and unclasped the belt and let it drop to the floor. 

Angel licked her lips in anticipation as Shiva pulled down her sensible white cotton knickers to expose her naked bottom. Shilpa was a very prim and proper woman when she wasn't being Shiva. She dressed very conservatively and always wore knickers. Her knickers were now soaked at the crutch for the first time in her life. Shilpa's knickers were a far cry from the sexy panties and thongs, that Angela had always worn.

However the sight of this nice little woman exposing her naked ass to Angela's eyes was really erotic. Before her knickers had hit the ground, Angela had grasped Shilpa's hips and pulled her ass back towards her eager tongue. Angela was a fashion model; she spent most of her day surrounded by naked young models changing their clothes between showings. She was used to seeing naked tits and ass, but his particular ass was for her.

Shilpa also had a tight little anus that had never been near a man's cock. Angela just had to kiss and lick it, she tried to thrust her tongue into it but it was far too tight. Instead she gripped Shilpa's labia, and pulled her cunt lips apart to expose her wet cunt to her tongues invasion. Angela licked and sucked Shilpa's wet cunt with abandon. 

Shilpa's upbringing was fighting this flood of sensation, and as if sensing this Angela thrust her two fingers deep into Shipa's cunt and ass simultaneously. This unexpected invasion of both her virgin holes, slammed Shilpa into her first ever orgasm. She screamed out loud as her cunt exploded with hot juices, soaking Angela's face.

The force of her orgasm weakened her knees and dropped Shilpa to the floor to join Angela. They kissed passionately their hands exploring each other's bodies. That was how Mort found them when she walked into the office, after becoming alarmed at the moans and screams issuing from it. As soon as Mort entered the office she saw the situation, and removing her black leather gloves, reached down to touch both the sex-mad women on their shoulders. 

Shilpa and Angela felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over them. They suddenly realised what they were doing, and both blushed furiously as they jumped apart from each other. 'What the fuck were we doing?' swore Angel staring at Shiva. The Leader of the Super humans was blushing, and frantically pulling up her knickers, and searching around for her skirt.

Angel had less to put on; her thong was ruined so she dropped it in the wastebasket; but she managed to stick her feathers back over her swollen nipples. She hoped that her feathered pubes would be mistaken for a thong. Mort sniffed the air, and went over to the window and opened it wide. 'Pheromones, this office stinks of Sex and Pheromones, but mainly of Pheromones,' she announced. As you don't give out such a powerful sexual lure Shiva, I assume it is your feathered friend that is the culprit.

Angel was unsure who this was that had caught them red handed.  She was wearing a black leather cat suit with leather gloves. She also wore a black hooded cloak with the hood down. The woman's eyes were covered with mirrored glasses that made it impossible to see her eyes. What was sure was the almost psychic chill that surrounded her. It was this absence of everything warm and sexual; that had counteracted these Pheromones that she was being accused of producing.

Shiva sat herself down in her chair blushing furiously avoiding Angel's eyes as she strove to regain her composure. Angel had retreated to the open window and stood there nervously, not sure what was going on. 'Thank you for intervening Mort, I know this will go no further than this room,' said Shiva. Shiva looked at Angel, ' I apologise Angel, I initiated what happened and if you do produce Super Pheromones then I am sure it is just part of your Super powers and you cannot be blamed for it.'

Angel visibly relaxed; she hadn't wanted the most powerful woman in the world mad at her. 'Thank you Shiva, although I have no clue what on earth just happened. Obviously we were sexually attracted to each other, but I am sure that I am not a lesbian so I can't explain it,' she replied. 'Pheromones like yours cut across gender,' said Mort. 'Had there been a male and a female or in fact two males in this room the result would have been the same. Uninhibited sexual lust and copulation.

'It was just as well that Eagle had left,' said Shiva with a shudder. 'If I had come on to him like that, I would never have lived it down.' 'Excuse me er Mort, but why weren't you affected by this, and how did you snap us out of it so quickly?' asked Angel.

'Mort is a unique type of Super human, she is something similar to a black hole as far as super human powers are concerned. If she touches you your powers won't work on her, and her mere presence dampens the powers of those around her. She is my secret weapon against the super villains like Demoness, and others just as dangerous,' explained Shiva.

'Why do you wear those mirrored glasses Mort?' Angela just had to ask. In reply Mort asked if Angel could hover in the air for them. As there was room for her wings and also because she wanted to show Shiva how well she could fly, Angel skipped into the air and let her wings do their job. She was hovering about a foot off the floor, the wind from her wings blasting Shiva's paperwork all over the office.

Mort reached up and removed her glasses, exposing her eyes to Angel. Mort was a pretty girl, curly brown hair a cute face and striking black eyes. It was when Angel met her gaze that she fell to the floor with a thump. 

All her strength had suddenly left her, and she couldn't fly without it. Angel felt sick to her stomach as her life force was drawn from her body. As soon as Angel hit the floor Mort covered her eyes again. 'I don't have to touch to drain,' she whispered sadly.

'What are we to do about Angel's pheromones?' asked Shiva. 'Now we know about them, she will just have to avoid enclosed spaces,' suggested Mort. 'But what about my job? I'm a fashion model for fucks sake, I am always in enclosed spaces,' exclaimed Angela. 'I'm sorry to remind you dear, but those wings will prohibit you from wearing anything at all. Let alone the latest fashion,' said Shiva.

Angela sank to the floor, ' What am I to do now?' she asked sadly. 'Well dear girl, you can fly, you have super strength and you can captivate anyone you choose. I am sure we will think of missions that will suit you perfectly,' said Shiva, smiling encouragingly at the beautiful winged girl.

'In the meantime I suggest you do as I am going to do. Go home and wash the smell of Sex off me. Here is a special phone that we issue to all new super humans, when I need you I will call. Until then, go home, shower, and get your head around what has happened to you. 

Oh and by the way, thank you for that experience Angel. I now know how fantastic an orgasm is and I will never forget you, good luck in the future dear.' Angel took the cell phone and had to hold it in her hand, as she had nowhere else to put it. With a nervous smile at the two women, she leapt out of the window and flew home.

Mort returned to her office in the basement, as far from the other Super humans as she could get. She envied Angel; the young girl was full of life and love and was sure to find plenty of the latter. She would literally be beating them off with a stick.

Shiva hadn't told Angel everything about Mort; she could drain a superhuman by touch or simply by looking into their eyes. Angel and Shiva had only experienced a fleeting touch, and a quick flash of her black bottomless eyes. Exposure to her touch or eyes for more than a few seconds could be fatal. Mort was another name for Death.

Her actual name was Pamela Black; she had been a normal girl until puberty. It was the next day when she was stroking her cat that it suddenly died. It happened in her garden and she was shocked and upset at this tragedy. Luckily before she rushed indoors to tell her parents, she caught the eye of a sparrow that had flown into the garden. As soon as she locked eyes with it, it fell from the branch dead.

Pam was terrified; she had heard that a small proportion of humanity gained certain powers at puberty. Like all normal humans she had secretly hoped that she could be one of these lucky few. However she had been hoping for some glamorous power, something that would help humanity. 

What she seemed to have developed was a death touch and evil eye. She was now too scared to tell her parents in case she killed them. There was only one path open to her, and she put on a black hooded cloak to hide her identity and to protect others from her inadvertent glances. She caught the bus to the area of the city where she knew the Super humans had their head quarters. During the trip there she noticed that no one sat near her. It was as if she had a personal force field, that made people uneasy and sick if they came too close to her.

She was relieved when she finally got off the bus and entered the Building. She explained that she thought she had developed a super power, and the receptionist told her to wait in the waiting room until she was called in to be assessed. Strangely enough, whilst in the waiting room, her aura of gloom and death seemed to be weakened. 

Without trying to catch the eyes of the three other hopefuls waiting, she seemed to get a good feeling from the young girl sitting close to her. This girl was just wearing a cheap domino mask but seemed to radiate a sense of joy and positive energy. It seemed to counteract her own dark power. The others comprised of a nervous and twitchy young man, and a tall woman wearing a white costume.

When she was called into the office, she was pleased to see that it was the famous Super heroine Dynamo; that was on duty. Dynamo was one of her favourites, she was also known as Lightning Girl for her ability throw electrical bolts of lightning. 'Please sit down and tell me why you are here,' she said.

'Er I think I killed my cat and I am pretty sure that I killed a bird,' said Pam nervously. 'Oh I'm sorry to hear that,' commiserated Dynamo, ' how do you think you killed them?' 'Well I think I killed my cat when I touched it, but I only looked at the bird and it died,' replied Pam. 'I'm really scared to touch anyone or even look at them.'

Dynamo was puzzled; if this was true then this girl was very dangerous indeed. She wished she had a budgie or something to test her with, as she certainly didn't want to risk touching her herself. It seemed the Gods were trying to balance things out in some way. The previous girl that Dynamo had just interviewed had been just the opposite.

That girl had noticed that everyone around her seemed happier and healthier. She had finally realised she had a power when she had picked up an injured bird and it had been healed as she watched. It's injured wing muscles knitted together, and with a happy chirp it flew off. Dynamo remembered how uplifted she had felt in the girl's presence. 

She had realised that this girl would be invaluable to the Federation. Despite the propaganda, Super human crime fighters were often badly hurt and having their very own miracle worker would be an asset. She sent her home with a cell phone, and promised to call her as soon as she had spoken with Shiva. 'Try and think of a alias,' she suggested as the girl went out of the door.

The feeling she got from this girl was just the opposite; she was actually feeling a bit ill just by being in the same room. She got up and opened the window in case this feeling was airborne. She decided to take a chance and test this girl's power. There was a way that she could measure scientifically. Pam looked on in amazement as Dynamo crouched down in front of a power socket and removed her latex glove.

She stuck her finger into the socket and her hair began to lift and float about as power blasted into her body. Soon she was Battle charged, and looking in the drawer of the desk pulled out a voltmeter. She connected herself to this and the dial went off the scale.

'Right girl, I want you to come over here and touch me. Ensure that you only touch my latex suit otherwise you may well get a shock,' said Dynamo. Pam hesitantly approached Dynamo, she knew how dangerous this woman was and was reluctant to touch her. 

However it appeared that she didn't have to actually touch her to have an effect on her power. As the girls hand neared her arm the dial on the voltmeter dropped sharply. 'Whoa girl stop right there' ordered Dynamo as she felt her power dissipate. 'Well you certainly have something girl, I think further tests will need to be carried out to determine exactly what it is you do. Go home and wait for our call,' suggested Dynamo reaching into the desk drawer for a cell phone.

'No Please don't send me home, I might kill my parents or something' pleaded Pam desperately. Dynamo saw her point and after a moments thought, decided to offer her a temporary room at the headquarters building. There was one available in the basement, and Pam was only too eager to accept.

Since that time Pam had rarely left the building, she had phoned her parents and explained the situation. She promised to keep them informed of events. She was relived when it was found that gloves and mirrored glasses were sufficient protection for those around her. However her chill aura still weakened and depressed those close to her.

She was going to call herself Medusa, but that name was already taken by a Super human in New York. Shiva had suggested Mort; it was a bit nicer than Death. Pamela was coming to terms with her power, and had even visited her parents to assure them that she was OK. Shiva was pleased with this latest crop of Super humans; she had the feeling that she would need every one of them soon.

Angel had only flown a little way, when she just had to stop and try and get her head together. Too much had happened to her in too short a time span. She had metamorphed from a fashion model into an Angel. She had just had sex with the most powerful woman in the world. She had experienced an orgasm for the first time in her life.

On top of that she gave out pheromones that made everyone that saw her want to fuck her, including women. Oh yes, and she couldn't wear any of her expensive clothes because of her fucking great wings. She was perched on top of a skyscraper; she had lost all fear of heights and relaxed in the sun as she went over all that had happened to her. Angel tried to list the good and bad points of this situation.

The bad points were that she had lost her job as a fashion model. She couldn't wear any proper clothes any more because of her wings. After careful thought she couldn't really think of any other bad points. The good points were that she was still a slim beautiful woman. She could fly and had a set of beautiful white-feathered wings. She had tits at last, big firm tits that would look good in any men's magazine.

To top it all off she had a gift that meant she could fuck anyone she wanted. Angela was an intelligent woman, and she had to accept that all in all she had come out of this a winner. Running around in a thong didn't really bother her, as a fashion model she had often wore as little as that on the catwalks of the world in front of television cameras.

She would have to get a better costume than this thrown together attempt. For one thing she needed some method of carrying her phone. Like all young women she was dependent on her phone, and used it constantly. There must be some way that she could wear a bra, and she definitely needed something to cover up her feathered pussy.

While she was sitting in the sun Eagle flew up to her and landed on the roof. 'Hi Angel, how did it go with Shiva?' he asked. 'Oh hello again Eagle, it was a very interesting experience that I had with Shiva. I hadn't realised how small she was in the flesh.'

'Oh Shiva's OK but she's a bit straight laced for my taste,' said Eagle staring between Angels parted thighs. The wind was blowing from Angel towards Eagle, and she realised that he was being affected by these pheromones of hers. She looked at him properly; he was a handsome, well built man. He had a charming smile, and she could see by the bulge in his Lycra tights that he was well endowed in the cock department.

Angela's pussy was still throbbing after her session with Shiva, and after such stimulation it wanted more. Angela had never been short of male admirers during her life, but she had never had any sexual drive whatsoever. Her male associates confused her lack of interest with frigidity, and called her the Ice Queen behind her back. Since she had come into her power, there seemed to be a backlog of passion deep inside her waiting to explode.




Superheroines Bk. 05



Looking Eagle in the eyes she opened her legs wider. 'What's the matter Eagle, have you never seen a feathered pussy before?' she asked teasingly. 'You are joking, I thought that was a feather g-string to match your beautiful wings,' he said his erection now becoming painful.

Her obvious power over this Super human man was going to Angel's head. She had spent all her life as a gawky flat-chested innocent girl. Now she had become a sex goddess, and she just had to try out her power. Looking Eagle in the eyes she lightly brushed her feathered pubes. Her finger ran down the centreline of her pubes, pushing the soft feathers to one side and exposing her pink cunt lips to his gaze.

'That's not fair Eagle,' she pouted, ' I've shown you mine but you aren't showing me yours.' Eagle who's real name was Alan Smith, thought he was dreaming. He was on top of a skyscraper talking to an Angel who apparently wanted him to fuck her.

She was sitting there with her beautiful naked legs open, and playing with her pussy. He was seriously afraid that he was going to cum in his tights. He was glad that after he had designed his costume, he had thought to include a method of getting his cock out without having to strip his entire suit off. This wasn't so he could fuck women; it was for a more prosaic reason. Even Super humans needed to pee.

He had utilised Velcro to hold it closed until needed, and this seemed to be one of those times when it was definitely needed. With a rip of Velcro his rampant cock burst out of his suit, and saluted Angel. 'Wow that is a big one Eagle, I don't know if my little virgin cunt can possibly take such a monster,' teased Angel. The more sexually excited she became, the more she produced the super sexual pheromones.

'A Virgin, you're a fucking Virgin?' cried Eagle, this was too much, too erotic for words. He did something that he hadn't done since he was a callow youth, who had caught a glimpse of his naked mother as she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom. The sight of his mother's big naked breasts moving so delightfully; had made him cum uncontrollably all over the carpet.

Angel squealed in surprise as Eagle suddenly gasped, and grabbed his cock in a belated attempt to control it. It was too late; she flinched back as powerful jets of cum shot out of his cock and splattered her feathered pubes and inner thighs. 'Aarrrrgggghhhhhh, Oh God No!!!  He cried in passion and embarrassment, as he watched his cock ejaculating over this beautiful sexy girl.

Angel was both disappointed and pleased at his reaction to her. This confirmed her power over men; she hadn't even had to touch him to provoke such an explosive reaction. On the other hand she was now ready to lose her virginity, and Eagle had shot his load prematurely and was now no good to her. With a self-satisfied smirk, she told him that she would see him around and with a joyful leap jumped off the skyscraper and flew home.

Her mother Mary had been worried sick when she had flown off, and she was waiting anxiously for her when she returned. 'Oh Angela darling, thank god you are back safe and sound. I was so wrong in yelling at you but I was so shocked at the changes that have happened to my little girl' she gushed, grabbing hold of Angela and hugging her tightly.

Angel was relived; she loved her mother and knew she would find it very difficult to manage her life without her. Mary did everything for her, cooking, washing, taking care of her wardrobe and managing her modelling business. Angel knew that her mother was living her life vicariously through her daughter, but didn't begrudge her this. 

Angel's father had left them when she was very young; he was tired of being ignored by his wife. Her whole life was revolving around Angela and her career, and he just didn't fit into it. Mary had given everything to her daughter, and Angela did appreciate her love and devotion.

'Let me have a good look at you darling,' said Mary after kissing her daughter. She was understandably shaken at the physical changes in her only child. However her beauty and fashion orientated mind, had to appreciate this gorgeous creature that stood before her. Her daughter was now even more beautiful than she had been. 

She had changed from a tall slender girl with no breasts and no sex appeal, into this erotic big-busted Angel complete with wings. If Mary couldn't extract money and fame from this transformation, then she needed her ass kicked, and nobody ever kicked Mary Latimer's ass. 'First of all my girl we are going to have to cover your assets, putting these on free display cheapens them. If the general public want to see these beauties they will damn well have to pay for the privilege.'

'But mom, I can't even wear a bra because of these wings,' moaned Angela. 'Rubbish girl, leave everything to mommy, I haven't spent my life in fashion and clothing to be beaten by a pair of fucking wings.' True to her word, Mary soon assembled a selection of outfits for Angel to wear. All her outfits were dependent on her utility belt. 

Angel had insisted that she had to have somewhere to put her phone and other small girly items. Mary solved this by rooting through her costume boxes until she found a white leather money belt. She modified this to fit Angel, and once on it formed an anchor point for all her other clothes. 

Halter-tops were necessary, using her neck to support her bras and tops. Modified panties hung from her belt, and simply by wearing white tights with her thigh length boots Angel became as decent as possible. Her breasts were covered as was her pussy and ass. 'Wow mom you've done it again, this is a lot better,' said Angel appreciatively.

'I haven't finished yet dear girl, that is your decent outfit, but decency doesn't earn the dollars. Now we will concentrate on making the most of your sexy new body. Off came the top, bra and panties, until Angel stood completely naked in front of her mother. Angela wasn't the least bit embarrassed at being naked in front of her mother. Mary had dressed her from the time she could walk onto a stage, and knew every inch of her.

Her mother was staring at her feathered pubes. 'Hmmmm I think I will leave your pubes just as they are; it looks like you are wearing a feathered thong. All we have to do to reinforce that illusion, is to do something about these magnificent breasts of yours.

Again Mary rummaged through her stock of odds and ends. She found a bra that had been worn by a ballerina in the production of Swan Lake. It was covered in white feathers, and she soon altered it to fit Angel's large firm breasts. A strap around her neck supported it, and it was again anchored to her belt.

Angela was delighted at this version, but still Mary wasn't satisfied. 'Not sexy enough,' she muttered removing it. Suddenly a wicked grin appeared on her face, and she told Angel to sit down at the makeup table. Mary had every type of make up that existed in the world. She was an expert make up artist, and had always done Angela's face for her.

Angela watched in fascination as her mother sprayed a white skin adhesive on the top of her breasts. Over this she sprinkled silver glitter dust, until it looked like Angel was wearing a glittering bra. To cover her nipples Mary created two small bunches of white feathers, and professionally attached them to her daughters bust.

Angel looked at herself in the mirrors; Mary had given her the illusion of wearing a matching feathered bikini top and thong. No one would guess that she was effectively naked. The new sexy Angel was over the moon with this outfit, and couldn't wait to try it out.

First of all she had to pose in her new look for her mother to take her picture. Angel was used to having her picture taken, and regarded it as a necessary evil of her life in the fashion world. By the time her mother was satisfied Angel was famished; she hadn't eaten since her transformation.

Mary was a good cook and soon served up a large meal for her darling daughter. Angela ripped into it with gusto, she ate everything put in front of her and asked for more. Her body now needed lots of food to drive her powerful wings.

After she was full, she suddenly felt very tired and with a kiss for her mom, she went to bed and crashed out. It had been a very strange day. While her daughter slept Mary was contacting all her friends in the industry. She had a very hot property in her daughter, and was going to milk it for all it was worth.

When Angela woke up in the middle of the night her feathered pussy was stiff with dried cum. She decided to take a shower but found it very difficult. Her wings barely fitted in the cubicle, and she was considering just having a wipe down, when she heard the sound of rain lashing against her window. She loved the rain, in this part of the country it didn't rain that much but when it did it bucketed down.

Her body had revived and she was full of energy, she decided to have her shower outside in the rain. Grabbing a bottle of shower gel she climbed onto her windowsill, and without a thought launched out into the air. This was marvellous; it was like the biggest shower cubicle in the world. She felt the warm rain hitting her body.

The night was warm and the rain felt very erotic on her nakedness, as she flew through it. The raindrops hitting her skin, felt like little soft kisses all over her body. Her sensitive nipples grew hard, as they were stimulated by the small teasing impacts.

She could feel the water running seductively over her skin. It was evolving and growing from individual drops, to rivulets. They ran down between her breasts, across the smooth expanse of her belly, and ran off her feathered pubes and down her inner thighs.

She looped in the air, to allow the raindrops access to her most private parts. The feeling of rain on her anus turned her on, and her cunt juices began to flow and mix with the rain. She had been concerned in case her wings would get waterlogged, but they seemed impervious to the deluge.

She had the desire to open herself completely to the rain, and landed on the roof of her house. She had never felt so wonton and naughty before. Thoughts of Eagle's big spurting cock came into her mind, and her cunt seemed to burn with lust. She lay on her back and opened her legs wide, and reaching between them pulled her cunt lips apart.  This allowed the rainwater that was running down her open legs, to gather in her vagina and fill it to overflowing.

Her clitoris was throbbing with need, and she found her fingers rubbing over it. At first she rubbed languidly; and then faster and more urgently, as her need to orgasm grew. On her roof, in the moonlight and the rain, Angel screamed in orgasmic delight as she came for only the second time in her life.

Her naked body writhed in lust on the roof, cushioned by her wings that acted as a soft feather blanket, as the waves of pleasure flowed through her. She had never felt so free and uninhibited in her life. When the waves of her orgasm subsided, she stood up and soaped herself all over, paying especial attention to her throbbing vagina. When she had covered her body in suds she flew off again, and swooped and dived until the rain had rinsed her off.

Her second orgasm of the last 24hrs tired her out again, and she flew back to her bedroom. After drying herself thoroughly, she lay on her bed and went back to sleep. The next morning was bright and sunny, and Angel awoke happy and contented. 

She stretched languidly, remembering her pleasure in the night. She thought she heard people talking outside, and looked out of her bedroom window. She was instantly dazzled by flash bulbs as an army of press and TV reporters that had arrived outside her house, spotted her and went into frenzy.

She looked down and saw that her breasts were on view; it was these large firm naked breasts and protruding nipples that had sparked of the flurry of pictures. She retreated back into her room and quickly donned the fathered bikini top with the white tights. Feeling a bit more decent she checked her face and hair, before grinning to herself.

Her mother had obviously called the reporters and Angel knew why. Publicity; publicity; the first step towards fame and fortune. Angela had been in this world all her life and knew how to play this game. With a short run she threw herself out of the window, and swooped down towards the pack of cameras.

There was absolute pandemonium as she was seen in all her glory. She spread her wings as wide as she could, as she glided over their heads. The motorised whine of the cameras were like a swarm of angry bees as hundreds of pictures were taken in seconds. After looping the loop against the bright blue sky, Angel landed on her roof. 

She stood tall and proud, holding her beautiful white wings open so they could be seen to their best advantage. The reporters were screaming questions at her, but she knew better than to answer any of them. That was her mother's job, and she would tell them only what she wanted them to know.

Mary chose that moment to emerge from the house, she was immediately swamped by the press pack, and microphones were thrust towards her from all directions. She didn't even try to answer the questions, as the noise was far too loud. She simply handed out a press statement that she had prepared earlier. 

It basically explained that her daughter had always been a good girl who said her prayers every night before she went to sleep. She was eighteen years old and was still virgin. She had planned to become a nun and do good works, helping the needy of the world. She woke up as an Angel. 

The press statement ended with the words "God moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform." Mary was playing the religious angle for all she was worth. In America the big money was in religion, and she knew that the TV evangelists would be clamouring to have Angela on their shows.

While Angel's mother was securing her daughters future, Eagle was returning to his home. He had been on patrol during the night, and was looking forward to food drink and bed. It had been his shift this week, all the Super humans took turns fighting crime, and this week it was his turn to patrol the west of the city.

He always landed somewhere secluded, so he could change into the civilian clothes that he had left there previously. He then walked home apparently a normal man. Although he was very popular with the ladies, he kept his two lives separate. Eagle was a confident brash Super hero, whilst Alan Smith was happy to live alone and keep a low profile.

As was his habit he turned on the TV whilst he made himself a snack. He almost choked on his toast, when he saw Angel in all her glory splashed over the news networks. As it was before the watershed they couldn't show the pictures of her with her breasts exposed, but there were plenty of pictures of her flying and posing on her roof.

'Virgin Girl becomes an Angel' screamed the headlines. Alan laughed out loud at this story, virgin girl? If he hadn't made a complete cunt of himself, she certainly wouldn't have been a virgin today. Still he had to admit that she was a stunner, and he still didn't know why he had lost control of himself in such an embarrassing way. Apparently she had planned on becoming a nun, according to the papers and God had decided to change her into an Angel instead. 'Yeah right,' said Alan smiling at this story, and went to bed.

Despite being tired Alan had a restless night, his mind was full of Angel. They were flying together in the rain, both were naked as was the way of dreams. He had spotted her flying in the night and had come up behind her unseen. The first that she knew of his presence was when his rampant cock slipped between her legs from behind, and brushed against her feathered pubes.

She giggled as his cock tickled her feathered pussy, then gasped as his hands cupped her large soft naked breasts and squeezed them passionately. 'Oh Eagle, you are such a naughty boy, what is that between my legs?' she asked wriggling her naked bottom seductively against his groin. With a twist of her beautiful wings she faced him and locked her legs around his waist. 

This position opened her eager cunt wide for his probing cock. It slipped into her hot wetness easily; until its penetration was stopped by his balls hitting her feathered pubes. She cried out loud as he deflowered her, as she bent backwards in passion he sucked her large swollen nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. 

His mouth was filled with her hot breast milk, and he drank it down greedily until he had drained her breasts completely. At this proof of his mastery over her, she orgasmed on his impaling cock and soaked his balls with her cum. This triggered his own orgasm, and this time his cum pumped into her womb, as it should have done on the roof.

She fell satiated from his cock, and fluttered down to earth. He felt a ripping pain in his back as her milk had its inevitable affect. Large white wings burst from his back, and with a whoop of sheer joy he flew down and caught her naked body in his strong arms. With her safe in his arms, he flew off with her to his secret Erie in the mountains.

To be continued.



Superheroines Bk. 06



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.

If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.

Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. 

As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. 

Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.

These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.

They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple

If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.

If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Arvin – The Bodysnatcher and Mort - The Angel of Death

Arvin was a nasty little boy who grew up to be a nasty little man. 

He would normally have joined the majority of forgettable human scum that infest the underworld of the City. 

What made him different was that he came into his power at puberty, and was killed shortly afterwards. 

He was a small weasel of a boy, and he dabbled in anything that would turn a profit.

He was working on the periphery of a street gang led by Stone, a big thug who loved to beat up people. 

Stone had grabbed Arvin, and was throttling the little wimp.

That morning Arvin had woken up in his dumpster feeling very strange. He thought he was getting one of his innumerable colds again, and shrugged it off. 

No fucker would care about him being ill, and he didn't care about them. He had a meeting with Stone today, and he had promised to pay him back a loan. 

Arvin didn't have the money to do this, but was hoping that he could cut a deal with the leader of his gang.

On hearing this, Stone lost his temper and decided to set an example by killing this piece of shit in front of his gang.

Arvin knew he was going to die, and grabbed Stone's wrists trying vainly to relive the crushing pressure on his throat.

Suddenly his perspective changed, and it was him who was throttling Arvin. 

His strong hands crushed the small mans throat, and Arvin smiled as he watched his body die. 

The last look in his victims eyes was one of horror, as Stone wondered what the fuck was happening to him. 

His last sight before he died was of himself, killing himself.

Arvin wondered what the fuck was going on here? 

He seemed to be inhabiting the body of Stone, and hadn't a fucking clue how it had happened.

He looked down at his old dead body, and felt nothing but contempt for it. 

It had been a shit body, small weak and ugly. 

He was glad it was dead, and his first order to his gang was to get rid of it.

As two of his men dragged away his old body, Clarrisa rubbed her voluptuous body against his and whispered erotic suggestions into his ear.

Clarrisa was a big titted whore, who had worked her way up in the gang by fucking and sucking everyone she thought would be useful to her.

She alone knew that despite his powerful masculine body, Stone had a problem maintaining an erection. 

Clarrisa had to use all of her sexual tricks to get a semi decent fuck out of him.

She was astounded when he grabbed her, and pulled her into his private room. 

Arvin hated Clarrisa, she had treated him with utter distain and contempt. He knew she had fucked or sucked every member of the gang except him. Well now it would be his turn and she would regret the day she was born.

She thought for a while that Stone was on Valium, his cock was rigid with lust and he ripped her clothes off in a frenzy of desire.

There was no love or romance involved here, nor did she expect any.

He bent her over a table, and without any attempt at foreplay rammed his cock deep into her well used cunt from behind.

There was nothing wrong with Arvin's sex drive, when he scored a decent amount of money he spent it on whores like Clarrisa.

This time it was for free, and he was going to get his money's worth out of her cunt and ass.

The rest of the gang listened with awe as they could hear Clarrisa grunting at the impact of his balls against her plump ass. 

It went on and on until they heard her scream in orgasm.

Clarissa had never been fucked like this; Stone was pounding into her like a sex machine. 

His cock showed no sign of softening, and hardened whore that she was she eventually was pushed over the edge and orgasmed explosively.

Clarrisa was still cumming when she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart, and she resigned herself to being ass fucked.

The gang heard her scream in pain as Arvin rammed Stone's big cock up her ass. 

He grinned as he buggered this dirty whore, until at last he felt his orgasm coming.

He pulled out of her ass, and grabbing her hair pulled her to her knees in front him.

As she looked up in bewilderment he shot his load all over her tear stained face, until she was covered in his thick gooey cum.

He looked into her eyes as he emptied his balls onto her. 

He was pleased to see a trace of fear, as she wondered what the fuck had happened to her.

Tucking his cock back into his pants, Alvin used Stones muscles to drag her to the door and throw her out of the room into the midst of the waiting gang. 

The sight of her cumsoaked face, only increased their respect for their leader.

Arvin sat down and tried to work out what was happening to him. 

Now his balls were empty his brain was thinking more clearly.

He was still Arvin, but he now inhabited Stone's powerful body, how?

In his wildest dreams he had prayed to Satan to grant him Super human status.

He had wanted a Power so badly. 

He had really wanted to become invisible, like that lucky fucker in Chicago who called himself Ghost. 

Arvin would have spied on all the film stars in their baths, and haunted the girls changing rooms in the nearby college.

He wasn't quite sure if this power was as good, but he wasn't complaining so far.

His main problem was that although he had the body of Stone, he didn't have his memories or knowledge.

How long could he fool the rest of the gang?

The smart answer was that he couldn't. 

He closed the door of Stone's room, and searched through the man's pockets until he found a set of keys. 

In the corner of the room was a safe, he opened it and gasped at the contents. 

It was full of money, tens of thousands of dollars of drug money all in used notes. 

There were also bags of heroin but he ignored that, he needed cash to make his escape from the gang.

Loading all the cash into a rucksack he strode out confidently. 

He told Stone's second in command that he was going out for a while. 

Arvin climbed into the latest car that the gang had stolen, and drove off into the city.

Arvin knew he had to completely disappear before the gang realised what had happened. 

To do that, he had to try and duplicate his mind jump again.

He knew that no matter how much cash he now had, this body was too well known to the police for him to start a new life in it. 

He needed a new body, some sort of suit. 

A businessman would be ideal, preferably someone who had no family or very close friends. 

He wanted a male body but wasn't sure how this power worked. 

Arvin thought his spirit had jumped at the point of death, which meant that he would have to get someone to kill Stone's body so he could jump into theirs.

Did he have to be touching them at the point of death? 

He didn't know for sure but he wasn't taking any chances.

Arvin was a very cunning man, and had thought of a way to achieve his goal.

The next morning he was knocking on the door of his latest employer. 

Mr Grenville was a businessman cum criminal, who had occasion to use Stone's gang to achieve his aims. 

He tried to keep a distance between himself and the tools that he used. 

He was surprised when his butler informed him that the man Stone wanted to see him privately.

Grenville was tempted to tell his man to kick the thug out, but he thought it would be more prudent to see what the man wanted.

He was sitting at his walnut desk, when Stone was escorted into his office.

He watched in amazement as the man opened his rucksack, and tipped piles of money onto his expensive carpet.

'This is all for you Grenville, in return for a small private favour,' growled Stone.

Grenville motioned his two bodyguards to leave the room and sat back in his chair. 

He was intrigued at this situation and was willing to hear Stone out.

'Have no fear Grenville, I am going to take out my gun and place it on your desk. 

This is to show that I trust you,' said Stone. 

He slowly drew his automatic from beneath his coat, and as promised placed it on Grenville's desk within easy reach of his well-manicured hands.

Grenville relaxed a bit at this gesture. 

He didn't trust Stone, or any of the scum that he sometimes employed to do his dirty work. 

However the money on the carpet, and the gun on the desk gave him a sense of security. 

There was also the fact that his two bodyguards were just outside the door, and would rush in if he were in any danger.

Therefore he was totally amazed when Stone leaned over his desk and ignoring the loaded gun, grasped him around the throat and started to strangle him. 

He couldn't yell out for his men due to the pressure on his throat. 

Seeing Stone's gun out of the corner of his eye, he grabbed it. 

Ramming its barrel into Stone's chest, Grenville pulled the trigger. 

The heavy calibre gun blasted Stone, but he still held on to his throat. Grenville pulled the trigger over and over until the gun was empty. 

Arvin hadn't realised how painful it was to be shot in the chest. 

He gathered all his willpower and courage and held on to Grenvilles throat, until he felt himself suddenly jump from his borrowed body into the panicked businessman.

One second Grenville was shooting the thug Stone, and the next he was falling backwards onto the carpet, his last sight was of himself calling in his men. 

At the first sound of the gun, Grenville's men had rushed in with guns drawn. 

They seemed to be unnecessary, as their boss had already shot Stone and seemed shaken but OK.

Arvin stood up and brushed his hands over his expensive suit. 

This was much better, as Grenville he could start to enjoy his new power.

'Dispose of this piece of shit and clean the blood from my carpet,' he ordered. 

' Then put this cash into a box and place it on my desk, I will be back after I have showered and changed.'

The men looked at each other in surprise, Mr. Grenville had impressed them and they hurried to comply with his wishes.

Arvin was relieved and pleased that his plan had worked, it had hurt a bit but it was worth the temporary pain to be Mr. Grenville.

Stone had money but little power, and none of the respect that Arvin needed. 

Grenville was a powerful and well-respected businessman. 

Looking around his new home, Arvin knew he could get used to this lifestyle.

He found his bedroom by simply looking into every room on the top floor of the large rambling house. 

He stripped off his bloodstained clothing, and walked naked into the en-suite bathroom.

Grenville had kept his body in good condition; it was fit and strong, testimony to many hours playing tennis and swimming. 

Arvin was admiring it in a full-length mirror, when the bathroom door opened and a beautiful young girl ran in.

'Daddy Daddy what was all that noise? Oh my God you are covered in blood, what happened Daddy?' she asked running over to him in concern.

Arvin was stunned he didn't know Grenville had a daughter, as far as he knew the man had never married and kept himself to himself.

His daughter was a very beautiful, dark haired, small-breasted girl with dark pubic hair. 

Arvin knew this because she was completely naked, and as she reached him she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

'Oh Daddy I was so scared, tell me you are OK please Daddy.'

'Er yes dear I'm fine, it was just one of the bodyguard's guns going off by mistake. 

There's nothing to worry about' he reassured her, hugging her in return and finding his hands holding her small firm naked ass.

The girl giggled as she felt his erection pressing against her naked belly.

'Oh Daddy, I can see that Mr.Willy is feeling well, but you must be feeling very stressed. 

Do you want Julia to de-stress her daddy again?'

So her name was Julia, and she was looking up at him with her big eyes, as her hand was cupping his balls and gently massaging them.

'Er Julia darling, remind Daddy just how old you are,' asked Arvin as his cock grew even harder as she rubbed her small nipples against his chest.

She giggled again 'Oh Daddy your memory is getting worse. 

You bought me that underwear from Paris on my eighteenth birthday only last month. 

Don't you remember how cross mommy was at you? 

It is beautiful, and you know I love to wear it for you when we play Mommies and Daddies.'

Arvin's cock took over from his brain, as he allowed the girl to drag him to the bed. 

He lay on his back with his cock standing upright with lust. 

Julia climbed on top of him with her little ass towards his face, and he gasped as he felt her hot mouth encompass his swollen knob.

Her naked little bottom was tantalisingly close to his face, and with a groan of need he grabbed her by the hips and buried his face between her ass cheeks.

Her ass was perfect, small and firm. 

She was a far cry from Clarissa, with her well-fucked fat ass. 

He could see Julia's small pink anus, and kissed it before moving his mouth lower to suck and lick her pussy.

'Oh Daddy you are being naughty again, you know I love you doing that,' she gasped.

'Er what if Mommy catches us doing this?' he asked fishing for information.

'Silly Daddy, Mommy is in Italy all this month, that's why we can play together' Julia replied, turning around so she was facing him.

She grasped his throbbing cock, and with a frown of concentration guided it between her legs until it entered her tight vagina. 

With a small moan she lowered herself onto him, until her pubes were pressed against his balls.

Arvin had only ever fucked paid whores, they may have once been tight but that was years before his cock entered their well used cunts and asses.

This little girl's pussy was very tight indeed, and he wondered what the fuck was going on here.

Grenville was obviously into a bit of Incest with his daughter, and her mommy didn't know about it.

'Er how many times doe's this make that we have played Mommies and Daddies?' he asked as she slid up and down his shaft.

Julia giggled and counted on her fingers as she continued to fuck him.

'This makes five times, honestly daddy your memory is getting so bad lately.'

Arvin had lost interest in her answer as his orgasm overwhelmed him. 

His back arched in a convulsion of lust, as he pumped his load up into her womb.

Julia held on tight, as he bucked underneath her gasping for breath.

She was a clever girl and intended that she would be her daddy's favourite, not her mommy. 

Julia had hatched her plan to usurp her mother, at the all female

College, that her bitch of a mommy had condemned her to for most of her life. 

Now she was free, and she didn't intend her mommy to send her away again. 

Using her little girl act, and by getting her daddy very drunk one night she had seduced him.

Julia definitely took after her father, when it came to morality and criminal expertise.

While his daughter was fucking Arvin senseless, Mort was walking in the cold driving rain.

The wind drove it against her leather-clad body, and she was glad of the heavy hooded cloak that kept her warm and dry.

She only went out at night, and preferably when it was raining hard.

This wasn't because she liked the rain; on the contrary she hated it. 

But it was only on nights like these; that she could almost guarantee that she wouldn't meet anybody else stupid enough to be out in it.

Unfortunately she forgot that some people had to be out in the rain. 

They had no home to go to, except for the odd cardboard box or garbage bin.

They would tell anyone who cared to listen, that they didn't have enough money for a room. 

Of course that was usually because they had spent their dole money on drink and drugs.

Two such dregs of humanity were sheltering under a tarpaulin, when they spied a figure walking down their ally towards them.

'Fuck me Charlie, that looks like the girl from the 7/11. 

You know the one with the big tits,' said Bob, 'perhaps she has some spare change do you think?'

Caroline was bushed she had been working a double shift and just wanted to get back to her room as quickly as possible. 

She needed to take these fucking shoes off, and crash out until it was time to go back to that fucking shitty shop for another double shift. 

She normally would keep to the lighted streets, but she was tired and wanted to get home as soon as possible. 

She also thought that no one would be about on such a fucking horrible night.

Suddenly two piles of cardboard seemed to come alive, and she was faced with two bums blocking her way.

Her tired eyes recognised them as Bob and Charlie, the gunslingers.

The locals called them that not because they carried guns, but because they were always shooting up all the time.

At the store she had to be polite to these idiots, and put up with their leering at her breasts. 

They were always making lewd remarks and suggestions, and she was not in the mood for them tonight on her own time.

'Get out of the fucking way Charlie, I'm tired and can't be arsed with you tonight,' she said glaring at them.

Charlie was hurt and then angry, he was sure she fancied him and he knew that this was her payday. 

She had cash, and he needed a blast to get him through the night. 

She kept her money in that purse. 

Caroline yelped in surprise, as she felt her purse ripped from her arm. 

The sudden jerk tripped her up, and she fell sprawling on the wet ground. 

Her skirt rode up and exposed her panties to Bob; his drugged soaked brain took this as an invitation to grab her ass. 

Caroline screamed in shock and rage, and kicked out hitting Bob in the face.

'Aarrggh you fucking bitch' he shouted, and booted her in her side.

Caroline felt sick and doubled over in pain.

'Step away from the woman,' ordered a cold voice from the end of the alley.

Bob looked up from drooling over Caroline's knickers, and saw a dark hooded figure silhouetted against the street lamp's weak light.

It looked so much like the popular image of Death; that he found himself looking for the scythe.

However apart from that one verbal order, the figure just stood there.

Bob's drug soaked brain had to keep things simple. 

The dark figure had no visible weapons, so it was powerless to stop him doing what the fuck he wanted with this big titted whore.

'Fuck off before you get hurt' he shouted, and turned back to his task of pulling off the stunned woman's knickers.

'Hold her down Charlie while I go first,' he growled to his partner.

'Watch out Bob, it's coming closer,' warned Charlie as he saw the cloaked figure glide towards the struggling group.

Bob couldn't think about fucking Caroline, and worry about this nosy bastard at the same time. 




Superheroines Bk. 06



He decided to get rid of the intruder first, and then fuck the woman.

With Charlie beside him, he advanced on the dark figure; he drew his knife fully intending to cut if necessary.

The figure waited for them to come closer, and then lifted its arms to remove the mirrored glasses that had covered its eyes.

Although its eyes were still in the shadow of its hood, they seemed to be two pinpoints of utter blackness. 

Blackness reminiscent of a black hole, they did not reflect the little light that there was in the ally. 

On the contrary they seemed to suck all the light and life out of whatever they looked upon, and they were looking upon Charlie and Bob.

Bob had the misfortune to be slightly ahead of Charlie, and so was first to look into those terrible pits of emptiness. 

He was too far-gone to appreciate the full horror, as his life force was sucked out of his body.

Charlie saw his partner in crime come to a halt, and just stand there transfixed. 

In front of his disbelieving eyes, he saw Bob's body seem to dehydrate in front of him. 

In seconds Bob was as dry as a mummy, and as Charlie shook his shoulder to snap him out of his trance, Bob's dry body crumbled into dust.

'What the F...' he managed to get out before he too caught the eyes of the dark deadly figure.

'Noooooooo...' He managed to moan as he felt his soul being drawn from his drug soaked body. 

Soon his body crumbled to dust, as his life energy was sucked into those pitiless eyes.

The dark figure staggered, as a dark joy similar to an orgasm ripped through her body.

'Oh fuck, Oh fuck me, wow what a rush' she gasped, as she felt her energy increase exponentially, as her body absorbed every drop of the two men's vitality.

Mort had only meant to scare the thugs away, or make them sick. 

However she had been so angry at their treatment of the helpless woman, that she had held their gaze for too long.

She was embarrassed to find that her pussy was soaking wet. 

She had orgasmed, and her juices were running down her inner thighs in a warm rivulet.

Her body was buzzing with energy, she had never felt so alive in her life.

Mort replaced her mirrored glasses, and went over to the shaken woman.

'Are you OK Mam?' she asked.

'Yes thank you, where did those bastards go? I was too sick to notice.' asked Caroline. 

She had not only been knocked over by Bob, but had been caught in Mort's deadly aura.

'Ah, they ran off into the rain, I don't think you will ever see them again.'

A black-gloved hand was offered to Caroline, and she was lifted up easily by the dark figure.

'Are you a Super heroine? What's your name please?' she asked, looking to the figures eyes and only seeing her own refection in the mirrored shades.

'My name is Mort, I don't get out much I'm afraid,' answered Pamela.

'I don't know how to thank you Mort, could I please make you a coffee at my place. 

I would be so honoured to have a Super heroine as a guest.'

Pam had a choice of walking back alone to her basement in the pouring rain, or having someone actually make her a hot cup of coffee.

A no-brainer.

'Thank you Mam, I would love a coffee, let me assist you.'

'Oh please call me Caroline, Mam makes me sound so old.' 

Caroline said accepting the dark figures arm, and together they walked the remaining distance to her apartment.

Caroline hadn't actually seen her rescuers face, but she was certain that it was a woman. 

However she seemed so strong and vibrant. 

Caroline found herself leaning on her just a little bit more than she needed too.

Back in her clean and tidy home, she offered Mort a chair and bustled off into her small kitchen to make the coffee.

While she was gone, Pam was puzzling over a strange fact. 

Caroline wasn't feeling ill in her presence. 

So far everyone felt ill when she was in the same room, it was as if her mere aura sucked life force automatically. 

She could only attribute Caroline's safety to the fact that she had just absorbed two extra life forces, and her bodies need for energy was temporarily sated. 

Caroline came back with the coffee and excused herself, she had to change out of her wet clothes and have a shower to wash off the dirt and the touch of Bob's hands on her body.

Pam said it was fine, and she would wait out here for her to finish.

'Oh! I was hoping you would sit in the bathroom and talk to me as I showered,' said Caroline. 

'I have so many questions, and I still need to find a way to thank you properly. 

Er this is a bit embarrassing, but I am right in believing you to be a woman aren't I? 

Only it's hard to be sure while you wear that big cloak'

Pam took the hint, and unclasped the fastening of her cloak and placed it on a chair.

She was still dressed in her black leather cat suit with matching gloves and boots. 

Her identity was hidden by her mirrored shades.

'I thought you were a woman, but I had to be sure before I stripped off in front of you,' said Caroline in a matter of fact way.

Pam watched in amazement as Caroline stripped off her wet uniform and bra, and threw them in the washing basket by the bathroom door. 

She pulled down her knickers, and threw those in the waste bin. 

'There is no way I'm wearing those again after that bastard handled them,' she said.

Suddenly the shock of her attack and humiliation hit her, and without warning she burst into tears.

Pam stood indecisively for a few seconds, and watched the naked woman standing in front of her crying. 

Her kind heart went out to her, and before she knew it she had gathered her into her arms and was holding her as she sobbed uncontrollably.

'There there, you're safe now, I promise you that you won't ever see them again,' whispered Pam into Caroline's ear.

She was stroking the woman's naked back, and was very aware of her heavy naked breast pressed against her own leather clad ones.

Caroline was so alone, and the encounter with the two men had shaken her confidence badly.

'Please don't leave me Mort, I can't be alone tonight, I'm too scared' she begged holding on to Pam tightly.

As Pam looked down at the shorter girl Caroline looked up, and before Pam realised what was happening, their mouths met. 

Pam was being kissed for the first time, in the many months since she had come into her deadly power.

If Caroline was lonely, her loneliness paled into insignificance compared to Pamela's.

Pam hadn't been touched or hugged or kissed for months, and her kind and loving heart cried out for these simple things. 

Without thought she returned the kiss, thrusting her tongue into Caroline's mouth. 

Her leather-gloved hands roamed over the woman's naked voluptuous body, squeezing her large breasts and her soft naked ass.

Caroline surrendered totally to Mort's caresses, and revelled in the feeling of utter safety that being in the presence of this powerful Super heroine engendered.

Suddenly Pam came to her senses, what the fuck was she doing? 

There was no point her wearing gloves when she was kissing Caroline full on her mouth.

She pulled back and stared at the panting naked woman.

'Caroline are you feeling OK?'

'I'm feeling fucking randy, if that's what you mean' she gasped, trying to kiss Pam again.

'No NO I mean are you feeling ill or anything?' Pam persisted.

'I feel fine, why is there something wrong? 

I only want to thank you properly, and as you can see the only semi decent thing I have to give you is my body' replied Caroline, kissing Mort on her cheeks and unzipping her leather cat suit.

Pam was stunned, her deadly power had disappeared and she seemed to be a normal woman again.

She was so taken aback by this turn of events, that she allowed Caroline to strip off her leather cat suit to leave her clad only in her bra and panties.

'Do you mind me doing this Mort?' asked Caroline.

'My name is Pam, short for Pamela Black, confessed Pam, needing to tell the truth to this woman

Her unresisting response encouraged Caroline to continue, and she soon had Pam's bra off, and then knelt down to pull off her panties.

Pam gasped in joy as she felt Caroline's mouth on her labia. 

Caroline sucked Pam's cunt lips into her mouth, and licked between her legs. 

She soon brought forth a second flood of juices, to trickle down her inner thighs.

Pam allowed Caroline to drag her into the shower, and stood happily watching as the water gushed out over them both.

Caroline soaped her sponge and rubbed it all over her body, to wash off the mud from the ally until she was clean and sparkly. 

Then she soaped Pam's naked body, paying special attention to her pussy and large firm breasts.

In the process Pam's naked fingers found themselves deep inside Caroline's vagina. 

She had to hold her tightly, as the woman orgasmed over her probing fingers.

Pam couldn't get enough of Caroline's body. 

She wasn't a lesbian, but she had been starved of human affection and touch for so long she was helpless with need, and would have reacted in the same way to any caring human be it male or female.

She was helpless to resist, as Caroline dragged her from the bathroom and onto her lonely single bed.

All that night they made love, first with a hunger and passion, and then later more languidly and gently.

Pam couldn't get enough of Caroline's naked body, she was constantly running her naked hands over the woman's breasts and between her legs, revelling in the feel of skin on skin.

Caroline giggled as Pam kissed her all over, lingering between her legs and around her prominent nipples.

'Wow Pam, this has been the strangest night of my life; it started out so horribly and ended so fantastically. I will never forget it or you my hero,' she said kissing Pam deeply on her eager mouth.

Suddenly Caroline felt a bit sick, and sat up suddenly on the bed.

'Oh God Pam I feel so ill all of a sudden,' she whispered holding her head in her hands.

'Oh God NO' gasped Pam, jack-knifing out of the bed. 

She hurled herself across the room, to put as much distance between her and Caroline as the room allowed.

'Stay on the bed Caroline, don't move' she ordered, as she frantically donned her suit gloves and glasses. 

She was pulling on her boots, when she remembered to ask Caroline for her phone number. 

'I'll ring you in a few minutes, but I have to get away from you now. 

I promise I will explain this to you,' she said as she ran out of the apartment and down the stairs into the street.

Caroline burst into tears, Pam had left her when she was ill and vulnerable, what had she done to deserve this?

Strangely enough she soon felt her energy returning, and within a few minutes was able to get up and make herself a strong cup of coffee.

She was sipping this when her phone rang.

'Are you feeling better Caroline? Please tell me you are feeling better' begged Pam's voice in her ear.

'Pam, where did you go? Why did you leave me like that I thought you liked me?' sobbed Caroline.

'I had to go darling girl; it was me that was making you ill. 

It is a by-product of my power, I thought it had gone away but obviously it was only a temporary reprieve. 

I'm so sorry Caroline, I really want to be with you but it is too dangerous.'

Pam decided to tell Caroline all about herself, she was so alone and desperately needed a friend to confide in.

Caroline listened in shocked silence as Pam explained about her power. She put forward her theory that it was only because she had drained the life force from the two thugs, that she had a temporary respite from it.

'So you killed Bob and Charlie?' asked Caroline.

'I'm afraid so, do you despise me for killing them?' Pam asked, dreading to hear condemnation in her friend's voice.

'Are you fucking joking? 

The bastards were going to rape me, and knife you. 

Also they knew that I knew them, so it would be unlikely that they would have left me alive to sic the cops onto them. 

You saved my life Pam, and you have been the first person to love me in years. 

I think you are right, your body needs energy all the time and that's why those around you feel ill. 

Your body is draining it from them in small increments. 

By taking someone's entire life force, you can be normal for a while. 

You can be loved for a while,' she concluded.

'So you don't hate me for being this way?' asked Pam hesitantly.

'No I certainly don't, in fact I think I love you Pam. 

I know we met under stressful circumstances, but I feel so safe in your arms, and I want you in my arms again as soon as possible,' said Caroline into the phone.

'I want to be in your arms again Caroline, but I can't kill someone just so I can be with you,' sobbed Pam in anguish.

'Why the fuck not? asked Caroline.

These weren't decent people you killed, they were the scum of the earth. The city is full of such low lives, they kill and rob and rape with impunity and you were given this power to use in the service of humanity.

YOU ARE DEATH, Pamela Black, accept it, and do your god given duty to clean up the underbelly of this city.

All I ask is that when you have made it a bit safer for ordinary decent people to live, that you come into my arms. 

I need you Pamela Black, I love you,' whispered Caroline.

'I love you too' she heard, before the phone went dead in her hands.

Pam had a lot to think about, since coming into her power she had fought against it alone. 

She had been so unhappy; surly the Gods didn't expect her to spend the rest of her life unhappy and alone. 

Caroline was right, she was the personification of DEATH, and it was her duty to fight crime in her own inimical way.

The next morning a tearstained Caroline was getting ready for work as usual. 

As she went out of the door she saw a bunch of roses on her mat. 

They were dead, and there was a note. 

It said 'I'll see you soon'.

Her heart lifted, and she almost skipped with joy as she went to work.

A dead rose from her lover tucked safely in her purse.

Arvin was exhausted; his daughter Julia had been fucking him for an hour.

She was insatiable, and her youthful energy was refreshing.

When he complained that he wouldn't be able to get it up again she had given him a Viagra.

He had at last figured her out, Arvin was a conman and he could spot a fellow con artist.

Julia was working her daddy like a pro, in between sucking and fucking him, she was saying how much she needed this, and how all her friends had some of that etc. etc.

'Well darling daughter,' he had replied, ' if daddy can have some of your tight little ass, then perhaps I will buy you that Porsche that you must have.'

'But Daddy, my little bum hole is too small for your big cock,' she pleaded looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

'If you want Daddy to buy you that car, then spread your ass cheeks for me now,' he ordered.

Julia pouted and sulked but she really wanted that car. 

Her friends would shit green with envy, and so she knelt up on the bed and pulled her bum cheeks open for her daddy.

Arvin made sure that she felt every thick inch of his cock as he slowly shoved it up her ass hole.

By the time his balls were pressed hard against her naked ass, she was sobbing with pain and humiliation.

He pinned her to the bed as he fucked her ass deep and hard, she yelped as he finally shot his cum up into her rectum.

'There's a good little girl for your daddy, did you enjoy my big cock up your ass? Tell daddy how good it was for you,' he ordered as his cock pulsated in her anus.

'Sob, it was lovely daddy,' she snivelled feeling his big cock shrinking in her ass.

'Good girl tell me you want it up the ass every night,' he said twisting her nipples painfully.

'Ow Daddy that hurts,' she wailed.

'Shut up, we are going to stop playing Mommies and Daddies, and start playing Whores and Masters,' he growled.

'Now tell me that you want me to fuck you up your ass every night.'

'Sniff, I want you to fuck your little whore up her ass every night,' she sobbed as ordered.

'Good girl, now fuck off and let me get some sleep' said Arvin, slapping her naked well-fucked ass.

With a yelp she jumped out of the bed and ran out of his room, a big red handprint clearly on her naked ass.

Julia was surprised and dismayed that her Daddy had become so domineering. 

Still she was a pragmatist, and if she had to take it up the ass then she would do so. 

She knew who controlled the purse strings at the moment.

Arvin was annoyed; he didn't need daughters and wives complicating things. 

Had he known about this he would have picked someone else to jump into. 

It was because he was annoyed, that he had decided to take it out on Julia's virgin ass hole.

Well he smiled to himself; it wasn't a virgin ass hole now. 

By the time he had finished fucking it, her ass was gaping like a two-dollar whores.

Which seemed fair to him, as his darling daughter had the morals of a two-dollar whore.

Still he had better start looking around for his next jump; he picked up the phone and told his accountant to meet him later on that night. 

He wanted to know just how much money he was worth.

Arvin also contacted a private detective agency; he wanted a complete rundown on all the rich and powerful men in the city.

He was looking for a young man, rich powerful and single.

That small task done he lay back on his expensive bed and crashed out.

Mort was sitting alone in her basement; she was naked and studying herself in a mirror. 

Up until this point in her life, she hadn't taken much interest in how her body looked. 

No one but her ever saw it anyway, so why give a fuck. 

Now however Caroline would be looking at it, and Pamela hoped that she would like what she saw.

Pamela was tall and slim with the tell tale big breasts of the Super human female. 

Her face was pretty and normally cheerful, it was only since she had come into her deadly power that she had become sombre.

She had thought that she had nothing in life to smile about anymore. However that was before Caroline had come into her life. 

Now she found herself smiling to herself often.

She still had a very big problem, to be with her lover she would have to kill humans. 

She had thought that she could get away with just bringing her victims close to death and then walking away. 

The problem with that, was that the victims would recover and tell their story to all and sundry.

There was only one person in the city that matched her description, and that was herself. 

She wanted to talk to Shiva about this, but knew that the rules of the crime fighting game were simple.

Shiva had sat her down and explained them to her.

Don't kill humans unless your life was in desperate danger.

Never kill another Super human, there were too few of us as it was.

If you capture the bad guy they go to jail.

If they capture a Super heroine she gets raped.

When Shiva related this last rule she smiled at Mort, 

'Well at least that's one thing you won't have to worry about Mort. 

Any thug who tries to rape you will die, and it won't be held against you.'

Pamela suddenly sat up, as she realised that she had the answer to her moral dilemma.

She wouldn't have to go out and kill humans; she would just go out dressed as a normal girl and see if anyone tried to rape her. 

If they did, then as far as she was concerned their deaths would be on their own heads.

She grinned to herself, and went to her wardrobe to try on her sexist outfits.

That night in the gang controlled part of the city a pretty young woman walked alone. 

Ordinary men, and the police, avoided this area like the plague. 

Rival gangs were continuously warring over their territories, and any stranger caught here was treated harshly.




Superheroines Bk. 06



The tall young woman in her low-cut top, mini skirt and high heels, was a walking target for the first thug who spotted her.

The person who did spot her first was at first glance not a person at all, but a small red imp with horns.

It was crouching on top of a burned out car watching the girl approaching with stunned surprise.

'Hey you!, yes the stupid one with the mirror shades. 

What the fuck you doing girl, this isn't your part of town. 

Turn around now and fuck off before you get hurt,' yelled the imp.

Pamela stopped and studied the small figure. 

From Shiva's records, she recognised Demoness. 

This small woman was a Super villain, a powerful Coercer and a cold- blooded killer.

'Fuck it, thought Pam, I don't need her interfering.

She decided to try and brazen it out.

'What the fuck are you supposed to be? 

Just fuck off yourself and leave me alone freak,' she yelled back.

Demoness was stunned; everyone around here knew her and was justifiably scared of her power.

This stupid fucking idiot was defying her; she sprang from the top of the wreck and landed in front of the tart.

Pamela couldn't let this girl touch her, if she did then she could coerce Pam to do anything she desired.

'I told you to fuck off imp,' Pam snarled, as she removed her mirror shades.

Demoness was just about to grab this stupid cow, and order her to run home when she saw the girls deep black eyes.

She felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach, her knees went weak and she collapsed onto the sidewalk unconscious.

'Well well, two little girls to play with,' sneered a deep voice from behind Pam.

Pam was to upset by Demoness's appearance, to follow her prepared script. 

She had planned on playing the innocent prey, and allowing the thug to try and rape her. 

Now she was too shaken to bother, and just told the leering thug to fuck off unless he wanted to die.

Tommy was taken aback by the young woman's attitude. 

He had expected fear and trembling, just as his last victim had exhibited before he had ripped off her clothes and raped her. 

This cheeky tart needed a good beating before he raped her. 

With a growl of rage he leapt forward, and grabbed the stupid cunt by her throat. 

He just had time to realise that she was just standing there unresisting, before he felt a terrible weakness overtake him. 

He glared into the bitch's eyes, and saw Death looking back at him.

Mort stared deep into his eyes and watched as his body collapsed into itself. 

Drying up in front of her, until all that was left was an untidy pile of clothes covered in dry dust. 

Pam gasped in ecstasy as his life force flooded into her, it was such a good feeling that she had to have more.

Her eyes fell upon the small figure of Demoness, lying there helpless. 

For a few seconds she seriously debated whether or not to kill her, and drink her life force as well. 

Only her respect for Shiva held her back, and putting on her mirror shades she walked off deeper into gangland.

Mort was furious; didn't she deserve love and affection? 

Why the fuck did that murdering cow Demoness interfere. 

Caroline was waiting for her, and Pamela needed her love desperately. This was why she was here for fucks sake. 

She was doing this for love, and God help anyone who got in her way.

Chloroform Phil, was the one who got in her way. 

He was a small man with a taste for women. 

His fetish was that they should be unconscious when he fucked them. 

To this end he liked to creep up on them from behind. He would then cover their mouths and nose with a chloroform soaked rag, until they collapsed unconscious. 

He would then strip them and rape them; afterwards he took all their clothes as a trophy. 

Phil had a collection of tailor's dummies at home wearing these clothes.

He saw the girl walking along talking to herself, and realised that for whatever reason she was sufficiently distracted to allow him to grab her.

Fortunately for Phil he grabbed the girl around her chest, as his other hand pressed the drug soaked pad to her face. 

At no time did he touch her bare skin, or look into her eyes as he held her tightly. 

He was starting to feel a bit sick, but as soon as the girl succumbed to the drug he felt better again.

As expected the girl had soon weakened and collapsed into his arms.

Looking around furtively he grabbed her under the arms of her jacket and dragged her behind a wooden fence out of sight of any passers-by.

Phil always wore thin black leather gloves, as he didn't like to leave any fingerprints. 

With shaking hands he stripped the girl naked, gloating over her large firm breasts and neat pubes. 

She was one of these girls who favoured a Brazilian cut, a strip of pubic hair vertically above her cunt. 

The rest of her pubes were shaved.

Phil's cock was rigid with lust as he surveyed his latest victim.

He opened her legs wide and knelt between them; with no foreplay he thrust his cock deep into the unconscious woman. 

He loved the fact that his victims were limp and unresisting, as he took his pleasure in their bodies. 

As he was fucking her he sucked one of her big nipples into his mouth. He liked to suck big nipples and also loved to bite them, to leave the whores with a reminder of him.

This girl was so sexy that he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly. 

He grunted loudly as he released his sperm deep into her abused vagina. It was only when he withdrew and looked at his wilting cock, that he noticed the girl's virgin blood on it.

'Well I'll be fucked' he chortled to himself, 'a fucking virgin. I've just fucked my first virgin.'

'And your last you piece of shit' snarled Mort as she looked up at the man who had raped and deflowered her.

Phil screamed in fear as he felt his soul ripped from his body, and drawn into the woman's black eyes. 

Mort held his head in her hands so that he couldn't look away, until his skull collapsed and his body dusted.

Pamela lay there sobbing with shame and pain; she had been stupid and had paid the price for it.

She could feel his cum dripping out of her swollen vagina, and knew what that meant to her.

Shiva had recited the general rules, about Super heroines and humans. Then she had added a piece of information that was not widely known. When a Super human female came into contact with human male sperm, it caused an allergic type of reaction. 

This resulted in the female's breasts starting to lactate, and they continued lactating for a long while. 

During this time if a human were to drink this milk, he or she would temporarily acquire the same power as the Super human. 

Scientific tests had proved the veracity of this, and consequently it was one of the most highly guarded secrets amongst Super heroines.

Some Super villains knew, but the general public didn't.

Pam had been well and truly fucked, he had filled her with his cum and she could now look forward to having milk filled breasts.

There was also the small matter of possibly getting pregnant, but Shiva had told her that so far no Super heroine had become pregnant from being raped by a human male.

She still remembered Shiva's final words to her.

'Don't worry about that side of things Mort, if anyone were to touch you they would die, so you are quite safe from being raped.'

'Yeah right, unless of course I am fucking unconscious,' she muttered to herself angrily. 

She was upset and hurting, and needed Caroline badly.

She dressed herself and without a backward glance at the pile of dust that used to be Phil, went to see her lover.

Had Mort looked back she would probably not have seen Demoness anyway. 

Mandy was too skilled at creeping and hiding to be spotted unless she wanted to be. 

She had regained her senses, and gone in search of the girl who had bested her. 

She had arrived too late to stop the rape but had seen what the girl had done to the thug when she awoke.

Mandy didn't know what to make of this, she had been helpless but the girl hadn't killed her. 

She decided to follow her, and see what she would see.

Demoness was outside on the fire escape, when Pam knocked on Caroline's door.

The first thing she said to Caroline was 'It's OK I'm safe to touch.'

The second thing she did was burst into tears and threw herself into the shorter woman's arms.

After a while Caroline had comforted her, and calmed her enough to relate what had happened that night. 

Caroline helped Pam undress and then did so herself. 

'Come on darling girl lets get in the shower and wash that bastards smell off you. 

I have a douche bag, and I will try and wash out his sperm from your vagina,' she said taking charge of the trembling woman.

Out on the fire escape Demoness was virtually invisible, her dark red leathers blended with the night.

She watched dispassionately as the women eventually went to bed and just cuddled, until the taller girl fell asleep in Caroline's arms.

Demoness had her own business to attend to that night, but she was back in the morning on the fire escape, to witness the tall woman kiss the shorter one goodbye and leave. 

Mandy waited a few minutes and then entered the room. 

Caroline looked upon to see a small red figure looking at her quizzically.

She flinched back as the red imps fingers brushed her cheek.

'Tell me everything about yourself and that woman who has just left,' Mandy ordered quietly.

Caroline was powerless to resist her coercion, and related everything that had happened between her and Mort.

Demoness listened carefully to the woman, and when she thought she had all the information she touched Caroline again.

'Forget I was ever here, forget that you told me anything, go about your day as usual' she ordered, and slipped out of the window and back to her own home.

Safe in her home Mandy pondered the new information.

There was a new Super human named Mort.

She could kill with a look or a touch.

The only defence against her was to render her unconscious.

All of that was very interesting, but Demoness was drawn to one aspect of Mort that fascinated her.

She killed humans, just as Demoness did. 

Perhaps they had a common ground there, she filed this information away for later use.

Part of her envied the two women their love and friendship. 

Mandy had no friends at all, and certainly didn't love anyone. 

She had sexual desires, some would say twisted sexual desires that involved being raped and buggered by anonymous thugs that she killed after she had orgasmed.

But sitting on the fire escape looking in at the two women cuddling each other, made her realise that perhaps there was more to this love thing than she knew.

She climbed into bed and composed herself for sleep. 

She had a busy day tomorrow, so many things to steal, and only one Demoness. 

In her dream filled sleep, it was her that Pamela was cuddling and kissing, and she was kissing her back passionately.

Back in his mansion Arvin was looking through a sheaf of biographies that his detective agency had prepared for him.

He was trying to pick his next host and was spoilt for choice. 

There were so many young single rich and powerful men in the city. 

Who should he chose to possess?

Suddenly a shadow flickered over his desk, and he glanced out of his window to see a Super hero flying past.

His mouth fell open, and he slapped his forehead hard.

'You stupid bastard Arvin, of course why didn't I think of that earlier. Why possess a human when I can possess a Super human,' he swore to himself.

He picked up the phone again, and instructed his detectives to get him a list of all Super humans and their powers.

Feeling pleased with himself, he rang the bell for his daughter Julia. 

He was in the mood for sex, and he was going to try a bit of bondage tonight on his sexy little daughter.

He hoped she would like it, then again to be honest he didn't give a fuck if she liked it or not. 

He was going to bind her, gag her and fuck her in every hole.

Julia bounced into his room wearing a schoolgirl's uniform.

'You wanted me Daddy?' she asked.

'Yes darling daughter, Daddy has a new game called " whose been a naughty girl" come into the bedroom and play with me' he said, smiling at his dutiful daughter.

Mort was sitting alone as usual in her basement room at Super human's head quarters. 

She was tired and depressed, she had been fucked and deflowered and felt dirty and shamed. 

Had it not been for Caroline, she didn't know what she would have done. As it was she had decided to stay in for a while, and try and keep out of trouble. 

She would keep in touch with Caroline by phone but try and keep away from her for a while until she had straightened her head out over what had happened to her.

She felt that her breasts were already getting heavy with milk, although Shiva had told her at the lecture that it took about a week until the milk came through.

Pam was toying with the idea of letting Caroline drink her breast milk. Perhaps that would make her immune from Pam's deadly embrace and eyes.

It was a small hope but better than nothing.

To be continued.



Superheroines Bk. 07



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Featuring:- Shiva - Joy – Mort – Demoness – Verity – Introducing Catharine 

It was the middle of a wild and windy night; the Super humans that were patrolling the city; were cursing the wind as it screamed between the high rise buildings and blew dust and garbage along the alleys and rooftops. Only the most dedicated thieves and criminals were out tonight, and even they would rather have been in some warm drinking den.

The headquarters of the Super humans was dark and deserted, apart from two windows that were glowing with a soft warm light. One of these windows was on the very top floor, and the other window was in the basement.

The light from the lowest window was from Mort's room, she lived in the basement so as to be as far from everyone as she could get. Her very presence made people feel ill, her body sucked in energy from all living things without her control. If she actively desired to cause harm, she had only to touch or even look at someone to seriously drain them. More than a few seconds of either usually meant death.

The person's life force would be sucked out of them in seconds. Their bodies would turn to dust, and Mort would be invigorated at the influx of their energy. Mort had the potential to be a terrifying Super villain. Luckily for humanity Pamela Black was a very nice person, and tried her best to stay on the side of the law.

She was lying on her lonely bed watching the TV and wishing she was with Caroline, when she heard a tentative knock on her door. Pam was very surprised; she never had casual visitors. The closer a person got to her the worse they felt, which meant that no one ever came to visit her. 

Her lover Caroline had to wait until Mort was sated with life force, before she could be with her safely. Mort always went to see her, Caroline had never been to the Super human's headquarters. Assuming that it was Shiva, who Pam knew was still upstairs working on something, Mort walked to her door and opened it.

To her astonishment there was a young girl standing there. Mort was puzzled, as she seemed to recognise the girl, but was sure that she had never actually met her. Pamela had put on her mirrored shades before opening her door. She hadn't wanted to kill Shiva by accident.

'What the fuck are you doing girl? Don't you know who I am? Get away before you get hurt,' was her first startled words to the young girl who was standing nervously on her doorstep. The young girl just looked up at the tall woman, and to Pam's horror put out her hand and touched her face. 'Don't worry Mort, my name is Samantha, we almost met in the waiting room when Dynamo was assessing us. Don't you remember me?'

Pam had automatically jumped back from this mad girl, and was standing as far away from her as the room allowed. 'No I don't remember anybody that was there, it is too dangerous for me to stare at anyone,' she replied angrily. 'Please Mort, I know your power, but I really don't think that you can harm me,' persisted Sam. 

'My power is the opposite of yours; I am a healer I give out energy. Please let me touch you, I can feel your loneliness and it breaks my heart.' Samantha walked slowly towards Pam, her hand stretched out in supplication. Pam had to stop her touching, so reached up and took off her mirrored shades.

'Don't touch me!' Pam screamed in fear for the girl, she looked Samantha full in the eyes in order to stun her. She was ready to avert her gaze the moment the girl dropped to the floor. The deadly black holes of negative energy that were Mort's eyes looked into the warm loving eyes of Samantha, and were simply cancelled out. Nothing happened, it was as if Sam wasn't a healer and Pam wasn't the Angel of Death.

Pam couldn't retreat any further, her back was against the wall and she flinched as Samantha's fingers stroked her cheek. Again nothing happened, Sam showed no ill effects at all. 'Phew, I'm really glad I was right about this,' said Sam looking up at Pam's incredulous expression. 'I wasn't totally sure that this would work but I just had to try.'

'Are you out of your fucking mind? You weren't sure you could look into my eyes and survive? I can't decide if you are very brave or just fucking stupid,' yelled Pam in a mixture of anger and relief. 'Oh I'm not very brave, I was shitting myself at meeting you, but part of my power is that I am drawn towards those who need me. Any chance of a coffee?' replied Sam plonking herself onto a chair.

Pam was only too glad to do something as prosaic as making coffee, it gave her a chance to calm down and process this new situation. She had put her shades back on out of habit, and Sam didn't comment on it. Pam was afraid to believe her luck, this girl seemed to be immune to her deadly power. Pamela was so lonely, that the very thought of having an actual friend was intoxicating. 

She had Caroline and loved her, but she was always aware that it could be because Caroline was the only person who cared about her. 'You said you could feel my loneliness, how can anybody feel another person's loneliness?' she asked, as she handed Sam her coffee. 'Hey I'm just as new to my power as you are to yours, I have no idea how I do what I do,' said Sam sipping her coffee.

The other super humans that Sam had been in contact with had mentioned Mort, and how she kept away from them. Sam had taken it upon herself to ask Shiva if she could approach Mort. She had been proud when Shiva had trusted her judgment when it came to healing.

Since coming into her power, Sam had been busy healing as many people as she could. Her power seemed to work by the transference of energy from her, to her patients. Her energy was enormous but not limitless, she could usually heal four or five people depending on how ill they were. She had early on realised that she had to limit her healing, or she would end up exhausted and of no use to anyone.

Tonight had been her night off, and she thought correctly that if she were just using her power in a passive way to block Mort's power, she wouldn't be drained. Sam was smiling at Pam; she was studying this mysterious and feared woman. Pam was a tall, pretty woman, not classically beautiful but she had a cheerful face.

'You don't have to wear those glasses you know,' said Sam. Pam blushed and took the mirrored shades off, and placed them on the table. 'Sorry Sam, force of habit, you can't know how it feels to know you might kill someone just by looking at them,' explained Pam. The fact that Pam had already killed humans was her close secret; she had killed the two thugs that had attacked Caroline. 

She had then gone out hunting to lure prospective rapists to her, so she could drain their life force for the purpose of enabling her to make love to Caroline safely. She had killed two more thugs, but not before one of them had drugged and raped her. Pam could feel her breasts filling with milk as a consequence, and dreaded Shiva noticing this and asking embarrassing questions.

She had decided to keep a low profile for a while, and give up her love for Caroline. Mort had never felt so depressed in her life; she had managed to put up with being shunned by the other Super humans. She had got used to being lonely, but once she had a taste of love and affection, it was heart breaking to go back to her lonely existence again.

Dare she hope that she could have a real friend in Samantha? 'Fancy going out?' asked Sam. 'What do you mean, going out? out where?' asked Pam. 'I know a nice bar where we could have a drink or two,' said Sam grinning at her. 'I don't understand Sam; OK I accept that I can't hurt you because you are a super human with opposing powers. 

However if I go into a crowded bar I dread to think what would happen. Normal humans would only have to bump into me to be in danger.' 'Well I think that if I stay by your side my aura will counteract yours, and all around us will be safe. Anyway if anyone does get hurt I can heal them,' said Sam with confidence.

'Er can I ask you a big favour Sam? I would much rather go and visit an old friend of mine. If you were with me, then I could see her without any danger to her,' said Pam. 'No problem, lead on Mc Duff,' said Sam. Pam's heart lifted, she could go and visit Caroline without having to kill anyone.

Caroline was relaxing in front of her TV when she heard the doorbell. She had been thinking about Pam, and whether or not there was any future in their relationship. So she was astounded when looking through her spy hole, she saw her lover standing outside her door. Opening her door she threw herself into Pam's arms, kissing her passionately.

When she came up for breath, Pam blushed and introduced Sam who had been standing un-noticed behind her. Over a cup of coffee Pam explained the situation to Caroline. Sam's plan seemed to be working; her aura was cancelling out Pam's. As long as Sam stayed close, Pam was no danger to those around her.

Caroline was very happy and thanked Sam profusely. Although she wanted nothing more than to drag Pam into bed, she was content to just sit and chat to Pam and her new friend Sam. Caroline had never felt so happy and upbeat in her life, just being in the same room as Sam was a joy. 

Sam's power was so strong that even after cancelling out Pam's dark aura, there was enough left over to raise the spirits of anyone else close to her. 'I really envy you your power Sam,' admitted Pam, ' I wish I was you, everybody loves you and loves being near you.' 'What is your Alias Sam?' asked Caroline. Sam blushed as she told them that as her mere presence had such a positive effect on people, she was called Joy.

'I was going to call myself Nightingale, after Florence Nightingale the famous nurse. The problem with that name was that a Nightingale is also a song bird, and people might expect me to sing to them as I healed them.'

Sam understood where Pam was coming from regarding their differing powers, however there was a down downside to every power including hers. She knew that for every person she healed, there were hundreds that she couldn't. She was only one person, and couldn't heal the whole world. Sam had concentrated her efforts in healing children; they were her favourite patients. 

It was a fantastic night for Pam; she was just sitting with other girls chatting about nothing important. She was basking in the personal love of Caroline, and the all-encompassing love of Samantha. Outside on Caroline's fire escape sat a small figure dressed in red leather. Demoness was back; she was somehow drawn to this place.

At first she rationalised her return as being curious about Mort's power, or even that she fancied Caroline. Demoness could have sex with anyone she touched; she was a very powerful coercer, however she was also twisted sexually. She could order Caroline to make love to her, but that just wouldn't satisfy her at all. 

Demoness needed to be forcibly raped to enjoy her sex, it was the pain and humiliation that turned her on and made her orgasm. After she allowed whatever nameless thug she had allowed to jump her in some dark ally to rape her, she would touch him and order him to die. Her power was so immense that the thug's heart would stop immediately.

That was only if she was in a good mood. There were occasions when she had felt that the man wasn't putting in the effort. She would then order him to jump off a bridge, or stand in front of a train. She had lost count of the men she had killed.

Whatever the reason, she was back watching this normal woman called Caroline, who somehow had become involved with two Super humans. Demoness had interrogated Caroline as regards Mort, and now knew all that Caroline knew about her. Afterwards she had told her to forget the interrogation, and carry on as normal.

Demoness or Mandy as was her real name, knew about Mort, but this new Superhuman had her puzzled. She had never seen or heard of her before, and was intrigued as to why she was here, and what her power could be. What she did know was that she was feeling very happy and contented. Just to be sitting outside in the dark, looking in at the three girls laughing and chatting to each other over coffee and cookies, lifted her heart.

Demoness was living in a big isolated house on the outskirts of the City. She had found it by checking through the Internet house sales sites. The owner was out of the country and Mandy decided to live there for a while. She had popped into the office of the realtor in charge of the sale, and told them to destroy all paperwork regarding the house, erase the electronic data on it and then to forget that it ever existed.

Under her coercion they complied and she had herself a big house for nothing. Supermarkets were a doddle, as she simply loaded up her trolley and told the checkout girl that she had paid and to forget she was ever there. Being a coercer had it good sides, and living well free of charge was one of them.

However her house was big and lonely, and as she sat listening to Caroline and her friends, she decided to move in next door to this girl. She couldn't put her finger on it but she just felt so happy and contented here, compared to her big house. Decision made she faded into the night, and went about her nefarious business.

Back at headquarters, alone in her office on the top floor, Shiva was burning the midnight oil. She was trying to make some sense out of this Super human thing. Shilpa was now the acknowledged leader, of this bunch of Super mutants in and around the City. It would be nice if she knew a few basic facts, concerning numbers and abilities.

She was trying to work out some form of league table, with the strongest at the top and the weakest at the bottom. She was also doing this, in total secrecy. If the Super humans realised what she was doing, there would be an Ego explosion. Shiva had just come from a meeting of quiet spoken men in black suits. They represented the Government, and had asked her to compile such a list. 

They had reminded her that Super humans were allowed to run around doing their own thing, because the Government allowed them too. No threats were overtly made, but she could read between the lines as well as anyone. This was a matter of National Security, and she had to try and comply with the needs of her country.

She had started the list from the bottom, and was working her way up. Most Super abilities were innocuous, and barely changed the person's life. However the government was only interested in the top ten of the list; and she was trying to find a way to rate her fellows in a fair way. To her great embarrassment, the smart money had her down as the most powerful Super human of them all.

She could lift far more than Tank, she could fly as well as any of them, and she could throw up a shield stronger than Shield maiden. True she couldn't set fire to things or walk through walls, but these other talents came under the heading of parlour tricks to the government. Blaze could set things on fire with her mind, but so could a soldier with a flamethrower.

Mist could walk through walls, but a tank could smash though the same wall. Come to think of it Mist could smash through a wall as well as a tank, depending how she felt at the time. Shiva was thinking along the lines of some sort of competition to determine who was the top dog.

It was like trying to compare apples with pears, it was difficult to make any competition fair. Verity was a very powerful telepath, but she didn't look very imposing unlike Amazon. However Shiva knew that Verity could get into Amazon's mind, and influence her to do anything. 

Which reminded her of Demoness, she was a weapon and no mistake. What if she coerced a head of state and told him to attack America. Demoness couldn't fly, but did that make her less powerful than Eagle or Falcon. They could fly, but apart from having super strength and attitude, they had nothing else. 

Then of course there was Angel; she looked like an Angel, beautiful and innocent. However she had recently made the most powerful Super human in the world i.e. Shiva, lick her pussy. Angel gave out sexual pheromones that blasted all control from those around her. All that was left in their minds was the imperative to fuck. 

To her deep and lasting embarrassment Shiva had been affected in just such a manner. She had made love to Angel in a mad passionate daze. She was only brought back to her senses by Mort, who's deadly aura counteracted Angel's sexual one. Was Mort the most powerful Super human? She could kill at a glance, Shiva was glad that the Government didn't know about Mort, she would be the ultimate assassin. 

Normal people looked up to Super heroes, they envied them and wanted to be like them. What they didn't realise, was that there was a lot of deep-seated fear of them as well. It was because of this fear that a Super human could be evil; that the Super heroes and heroines existed. It only took one Super villain, to set their public relations campaign back years. There was always the story of the witch trials of Salem, to remind them how tenuous their existence was in the world.

Shiva hadn't realised until she became leader, that the US Government subsidised Super humans. This very building was Government sponsored, and quite a few of the Super humans worked directly for the government. Shield Maiden was the personal bodyguard of the President, she was always to be seen standing behind him. She could create a force shield impervious to bullets or even bombs, in an instant.

The FBI had also called in the Super telepath Verity on various occasions, to read the mind of a suspect. Unlike Shield Maiden, Verity worked covertly, as mind reading was considered by the law to be a breach of the suspect's human rights. Although her evidence could never be used in court, it was usually sufficient to solve the case and put the suspect behind bars for a long time.

The Powers that be were astute enough to realise that other countries had their own Super humans. It paid the Government to keep their own home grown American Super humans sweet. In the end it all boiled down to money, everybody needed money even Super heroines and heroes. It was a pretty stupid Super human, who couldn't make a few bucks by exploiting their power.

Shiva had been pleasantly surprised to learn that she was now considered a member of the Civil service, and received a generous salary with benefits. This made it easier for her to tell her parents that she now had a good job, and had decided to leave college. Being leader of the Super humans was a full time job, and sometimes a thankless one.

Not all the Super humans agreed that she was fit to be their leader. There had been that incident at her inaugural meeting when the Super villain Falcon, had challenged her right to tell her what to do. Falcon was a female flyer with a nasty attitude, she hated men and loved to swoop down on any man that she didn't like the look of and rip him with her strap on claws.




Superheroines Bk. 07



She had a mental problem and was very unstable. She thought she would show Shiva up in front of the gathering of Super humans, and dived at her from the balcony. Shiva had seemingly ignored her, but in the midst of her dive Falcon was slammed to a halt in mid air. While Shiva continued her speech Falcon could be seen frozen in space. 

Shiva's telekinesis had gripped her and held her immobile, despite her super strength. When Shiva finished her acceptance speech, a window opened apparently by itself, and Falcon was thrown through it to land in the ornamental pond outside. The Super humans watched as an embarrassed bedraggled Falcon, flew away.

What had impressed them; was the total lack of effort Shiva exhibited in disposing of Falcon. Shiva decided that like children, the Super humans needed a strong mother figure that they could respect. The first step was to prove once and for all that she was fit to be their leader. 

She would create a contest designed to show off the powers of all the super humans. There would be prizes and trophies; this would be an advertisement for the Super humans taking part. It would also draw in sponsors and advertising contracts for the successful contestants.

Shiva was one of the few people who actually knew how many Super humans were out there. She instructed her staff of normal humans, that all the known Super humans would be invited to show off their talents. She was sure that their egos would force them to participate. God bless America she thought, the more successful a Superhero was in catching criminals, or protecting the people, the more money was available in advertising franchises. 

This contest would be a money-spinner for the winners. Shiva herself had already been approached by many organisations wanting her to feature in advertisements and promotional films. Her demonstration of her power by lifting the Aircraft Carrier last month, had to the ordinary human, put her head and shoulders above the rest.

However it wasn't the normal humans she had to impress, it was the Super human's. Shiva was writing her journal, she had always kept a diary since her mother had given her one as a girl. Shiva had been a well brought up Indian girl, so the entries in her diaries had been somewhere between innocuous and boring. 

That was of course until she had come into her power upon puberty. Since that event, her diary had become something akin to an adventure novel crossed with a DC Comic strip. She wrote it in code for secrecy, and tonight she was recording the events of the last few days concerning Mist and her mission for the US Government.

It had started when Shiva had received a visit from a Special Agent from the N.S.A. The world was becoming a dangerous place after years of relative peace. At the root of this was Money and Power, both of which came with control of Oil, in this case disguised as Religious differences.

Terrorism had reared its cowardly head again, bombs against soft defenceless targets being these animals weapon of choice. The Special agent had been very open and honest, as he sat in the office of the most powerful woman in the World. He himself was an ex-quarter back, and could have graced the covers of any muscle magazine. The woman sitting in front of him seemed dwarfed by her desk and chair.

Shiva who's real name was Shilpa Patel, was a typical 20yr old Indian girl. She was short and small bodied, weighed approx 100lbs, and had long black hair with unusual blue eyes. He knew he could pick her up and spin her around like he did his youngest daughter. He also knew from his briefing on this woman, that she could do the same to him despite his size. 

The difference was that she could do it without moving from her chair. He had read all the reports on this woman, and had been amazed. The Government now had a special department dedicated to the overview and recording of America's new sub-class, the Super humans. In the corridors of power in the Pentagon, there were two differing views concerning these so-called Super humans. 

One side hailed them as a blessing, the next step in human evolution. The other side regarded them as freaks of nature, that sprang up now and again like circus side show freaks. This group regarded the Super humans as possibly dangerous deviants that should be controlled.

It was thanks to the Super humans who used their powers to help ordinary people, that the positive group were still holding sway at the pentagon. It was against this political background, that Shiva listened to the agent's request for aid. He wanted to borrow one of "Shiva's Sisters" as the Super heroines were known.

They needed someone to covertly enter a suspect warehouse, and tell them what was in there. It was suspected that there was a large quantity of fertiliser and other chemicals. These had been collected over the last few weeks by a group of foreign nationals. However the special agents were trying to achieve a balance between getting as much evidence to arrest this group, and of course giving the terrorists enough rope until they found out what the target was.

The warehouse was guarded 24/7, so none of their agents could get close enough to eavesdrop on the terrorists. 'That is the situation Shiva, can you suggest any of your sisters that could be of assistance?' asked the agent politely. Shiva was torn between her loyalty to her country, and her worries about the safety of her girls.

There were those of her girls who could protect themselves easily against terrorists, or any other type of bad guy. Amazon, Blaze and Dynamo to name just three off the top of her head. However this task needed stealth and cunning. Shiva wished that there was an Invisible girl in the city, but so far the only invisible girl that had gone public was Shimmer, and she was based in New York.

Shimmer couldn't actually become totally invisible; her power ensured that she was always in the blind spot of those around her. It only worked within a 20-yard circle but within that range she appeared to be nothing more than a heat shimmer, hence her Alias. Outside of that circle; she could be still be seen by those who were not being influenced by her semi-hypnotic power.

'Why not use Shimmer?' asked Shiva. 'She is busy on another case that is deemed more important than this one,' replied the agent. 'Well we don't have an Invisible girl but we do have Mist,' suggested Shiva.

'We were hoping you would offer us Mist, we believe she would be ideal for getting into the warehouse by simply walking through the walls. Once she has recorded incriminating conversations, she can report back to us,' said the Agent. This remark told Shiva that the Government knew a great deal about her girls and their powers.

The Agent, who had never offered his name, left Shiva a file containing all the information that was deemed necessary for Mist to complete her mission, and with a polite handshake left the office. This left the buck on Shiva's desk, and not being one to put off things she called Wendy Armstrong alias Mist, on her cell and asked her to come and see her.

Being a new Super heroine, Wendy still had a gung ho attitude to being a Super heroine. So it was only 20 minutes, before Shiva looked up from her paperwork to see Mist standing quietly in front of her desk. She had entered the office by walking through the wall for two reasons. One she wanted to impress Shiva, and two she was young and just loved to use her power at any opportunity.

Wendy was a beautiful young girl, long blond hair, blue eyes, and big tits. This was what worried Shiva; Wendy was still an eighteen-year-old girl. Was she ready for such a dangerous mission? These terrorists would kill to protect their mission; they weren't ordinary bad guys. Mist knew what happened to Super heroines who were caught by home grown bad guys. 

They were raped and humiliated and sometimes even milked. Mist had experience of this when she had rescued Blaze from a gang of drug dealing thugs earlier in the month. Mist had used her alternative power to free Blaze, this was her ability to increase her mass so as to make her body as strong as steel. 

She had single-handedly beaten the gang into submission and rescued Blaze, but not unfortunately before Blaze had been raped. Terrorists wouldn't bother raping them; they would simply kill them without compunction. Still at the end of the day Wendy was an American, and deserved the chance to protect her country.

'Hello Mist, how are you keeping?' asked Shiva smiling at the eager young girl. Shiva usually referred to her girls by their Alias as a matter of security. It would be too easy to let slip their real names in front of someone not cleared to know it. Mist was almost bouncing up and down with anticipation, this made her large firm breasts move distractingly. Shiva told her to sit down before she knocked herself out with them.

Ensuring that her mass was normal, Mist sat down on the chair and leaned forward, impatient to hear the details of her first solo mission. Shiva spent some time explaining the details of this mission to Mist. She stressed the danger, and also stressed that this was just an intelligence-gathering mission.

'Do not under any circumstances try and confront these men. They are basically suicide bombers, and will kill themselves and all those around them if they think their mission is compromised,' warned Shiva firmly. 'Yes Mommy, I hear you I will be a good girl and stay out of sight,' grinned Mist, anxious to get started on her first real mission.

Shiva was very tempted to go with her as backup, but decided that Mist had to be given a fair chance to prove herself. With Shiva's final 'Be careful' in her ears, Mist almost ran out of the office before Shiva changed her mind. Mist was so excited that she Misted and ran straight through the wall into the corridor, and was away.

Shiva picked up her cell phone and made a call. Mist reached the warehouse, and had a sense of déjà vu when she saw the rundown building near the docks. This was reminiscent of the warehouse from which she rescued Blaze. However this time Mist was alone, and the success of the mission was down to her.

She watched the warehouse for a long while, checking its doors and windows. All the doors had a man standing outside it, and all the windows were barred. A normal spy would have to overpower a guard before they got inside, and that would alert the terrorists that their plan had been compromised. 

Mist had been shown a floor plan of the building and had a sketchy plan worked out. She positioned herself at the wall of the warehouse where there were no doors or indeed windows. She Misted, and kneeling down pushed her head through the brick wall for a look around.

She was as far away from the group of men inside as she could have got if she had planned it. Breathing a prayer of thanks to the Gods, she crawled through the brick wall. Staying misty she continued on her hands and knees, and eventually ended her advance by crawling through the wooden wall of a large crate that was next to the group of men.

This was a far cry from rushing in and bravely capturing the gang as she had done when rescuing Blaze, but she was becoming wiser in her old age. There must have been eight men in the group and all of them had Uzi machine guns hung around their necks by straps. These were very serious men and they had mass murder on their minds.

It was a large crate, and the light that filtered though from the outside showed her that it contained Bags of Nitrate fertiliser. She had counted dozens of these crates, and she could now confirm the N.S.A's suspicions. She was close enough to the group to overhear them talking. However they were conversing in their native tongue, and Mist couldn't understand a word of it. 

Still that was why Shiva had given her a small recording device. It had to be small to fit into her mouth as she Misted, otherwise she would have lost it. Mist couldn't carry anything on her person apart from her skin-tight cat suit; it was the downside to her power. 

Even if she had wanted to, she couldn't walk into a bank vault and steal bars of gold or packets of cash. When she Misted, the items would simply drop through her insubstantial hands. By holding the small recorder in her mouth it was inside her body, and Misted when she did.

She stayed hidden in her crate patiently recording the gang's words until the recorder was full. Then realising that she could do no more, she crawled out of the crate and along the floor back to the wall through which she had entered. She was congratulating herself on a sneaky job well done. 

She didn't notice that one of the gang, who had been to the john, was on an intercept course with her. In a moment he would turn a corner and see her as plain as day. The strange thing about Mist's power; was that regardless if she was walking through walls, or smashing through them, her body looked no different than when she was normal.

She didn't really lose or gain mass, she was however able to adjust the atomic binding of her atoms to one another. By loosening them, her atoms could slip through solid objects. By increasing her atomic binding forces she became exponentially more solid and dense, and the mass around her became relatively weaker.

Consequently although Misted, she looked just like a girl in a black cat suit crawling along the floor. The gang member would be sure to find this suspicious, and raise the alarm. Before the man could turn the corner he staggered, stopped, and leaned against the side of a crate. He felt ill and dizzy, and had to slide down the side of the crate until he was sitting on the floor. Such was his distress, that he didn't notice Mist crawl through the warehouse wall and into the night.

High above the man, crouching on the roof of the warehouse and looking in through a small skylight was the Super heroine Blaze. Shiva had informed her of Mist's mission, and had asked her to secretly back her up. Blaze jumped at the chance, she owed Mist big time for rescuing her from the gang who had planned to milk her dry. 

She had been prevented at that time from using her pyrotechnic powers because each member of the gang had been wearing an explosive vest. The particular warehouse that had been the gang's headquarters had been located next to a busy hospital. Had Blaze cut loose with her flames she would have detonated the explosives and destroyed part of the hospital. 

She had been neutered by her own sense of honour and justice, and had to submit to her rape and humiliation. However Blaze had a motto " Fool me once, Shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." She had come up with a way to use her powers more subtly.

She had the power to create a heat that would melt through steel plate and incinerate a human being instantly. She realised that she needed a finer more delicate weapon, so that she would never be helpless again even if she were surrounded by high explosives. Her new weapon was very simple, Heatstroke.

By raising the body temperature of her target, she could induce an attack of heat stroke. This caused disorientation and illness, culminating in the target passing out. However depending on how long she subjected her target to her attack they could either die, or as in this particular case, recover in a few minutes simply believing that they had fainted.

She had been watching over Mist, and was very proud of her young lover. Mist had followed the mission guidelines in an adult and responsible manner, and had come away undetected with the data. It was now up to the N.S.A. to translate the data and make the next move. Blaze smiled to herself, and slipped away into the night. 

Mist was over the moon, she had completed her first solo mission and it had been a very important one. Shiva had heaped praise on her when she had handed over the recorder and had called the Agent straight away. Speed was of the essence, and he arrived quickly to take charge of the recorder and to personally thank Mist on behalf of the Government of America.

That had been nice to hear, but it was Shiva's proud look that had meant far more to Mist than a pat on the back from the Government. When she returned to her apartment she was overjoyed to find Blaze whose real name was Helen Armatage in her civilian clothes, and she had brought pizza.

Blaze was six foot tall, willowy with broad shoulders; trim waist and large firm breasts. Her face was beautiful; she had a mane of bright red hair and her eyes were a brilliant green. When she was in uniform, she wore a skintight costume that revealed her perfect body in an almost indecent way. 

Her costume was a scarlet cat suit, with a Golden flame emblem on her magnificent chest. Her face was partly hidden by a red mask that covered the upper part of it. It was shaped like flames, and complimented her red eyes perfectly. She was a green eyed red head, who wore red contact lenses. 

Blaze was a beautiful woman and her thick pubic hair was red, it was startling compared to the creamy white of her groin. Blaze never sunbathed in the nude, so had white areas on her groin and breasts. The rest of her was a golden brown. Wendy knew all this because she and Helen were lovers. 

Mist couldn't wait to tell her about her first solo mission, and Helen ooohed and aaahed in the appropriate places, never letting on that she had been there looking over and guarding her young lover. Wendy celebrated her first mission by taking Helen to bed, and for a brief while they forgot the rest of the world.

Back in his stolen Mansion, Arvin was reading the latest report from his private detective agency. Money meant power, and he now had enough power to obtain a copy of the flyer inviting the Super humans to this contest. He was a happy man.

Arvin was a Body snatcher; at the point of death he could jump his spirit, soul, life force, whatever it was called, into the nearest body. He had started out as Arvin the sneak thief, jumped into Stone the gang boss, and then into Mr. Grenville the respected businessman and criminal mastermind.

He would have been happy to stay as Mr. Grenville, had it not been for the fact that the man was married and had a daughter. Arvin hadn't known this when he decided to jump into the man's body. He was still tempted to keep this body, because of the fact that he was fucking Grenville's daughter.

She of course thought she was fucking her father. Julia was a material girl and wanted all the good things in life. She had decided to seduce her father so as to have leverage over him. Arvin was happy to play along, and had already bought her a new Porsche for allowing him to fuck her up the ass.

Be that as it may, Grenville's wife would be back from holiday shortly, and he couldn't risk making a mistake that she would notice. Arvin regretfully decided to move on, this time he wanted to jump into a Super human. It seemed serendipitous that they would be having a contest to choose the most powerful of their number. Arvin was content to wait for the result, and then he could plan to jump into the most powerful Superhuman in the City.

In the meantime he intended to get his money's worth out of his darling daughter Julia. He fancied gags and whips tonight, it wouldn't matter if he marked her young body as he intended to be out of here a.s.a.p. He wanted to ensure his dirty daughter had something to remember him by.

Using his crooked accountant he was in the process of liquidising all his assets into cash, which he was putting into a secret bank account in the Cayman Islands. He would leave the Grenville family broke when he jumped out of this body and into his next one. Julia would always survive as long as she had her ass to sell.

Caroline had just met her new neighbour Mandy; she was a small black girl with big tits. She seemed a nice little girl and Caroline hoped they would become friends. Mandy, alias Demoness, felt at ease when she was visiting Caroline. She was always more comfortable around the female sex than she was in the company of men.




Superheroines Bk. 07



Using her power she soon had Caroline telling her all about Joy, and like Mort, she wished she could be universally loved as Joy was. Little did she know that Joy had a big problem that was growing quietly into an enormous one. Alexandra Armstrong, Alias Verity, was taking her turn in the HQ.

She was currently scanning the weekly report on the fan mail for the Super Heroines and Heroes. All the Super humans that had chosen to fight crime and help the people had a fan club. Americans loved fan clubs, and although certain Super humans were only well known in and around their home cities, some had a world wide following.

Shiva was a world-renowned Super heroine, her demonstration of power in lifting the President on board the Aircraft Carrier had been shown on Television around the world. Her fan mail was enormous, far too much for any one person to read let alone answer.

However thanks to the Federation, SHHQ (Superhuman Head Quarters) had a department solely dedicated to reading and answering this mail. This was financed by those in the Government that wanted to keep their home grown Super humans happy. The Government also used the feedback from the general public as an indicator as to their future posture regarding Super humans. Like all Governments they had their own agenda.

Verity noticed a strange trend in the volume of feedback; one of the lesser-known Super humans was getting more mail every week. This was a gradual increase, but very noticeable to someone with all the data at her fingertips. The strangest thing about this Super human's mail, was that all of it was positive. 

No hate mail, no death threats, and no envy at all. Every other Super humans mail was a mixture of all these things. It was just accepted, and even normal human celebrities had to endure this. However Verity noticed that the Super human known as Joy, was becoming inundated with what she could only describe as Love mail. Alexandra had yet to meet this Joy, and made a note to do this as soon as practicable.

The next day, Shiva found a message from the Special Agent that had taken the recorder for analysis. There was a note that accompanied a transcript of part of the conversations of the terrorists. Shiva read this note and then read the transcript, by the time she had finished reading this her normally placid countenance was almost snarling with suppressed rage.

The transcript of the terrorist's conversations was chilling; it proved that the Super humans were being targeted specifically. All terrorist cells were kept separate, and usually this meant that one cell didn't know what the next cell was up to.

However men being men; one of them couldn't help but brag about the women that they had captured, and the fun that they had with them before they were executed. The Note expressed the sorrow and regrets of the NSA as regards the deaths of these girls, and suggested that the Super humans investigated this story and retrieve the bodies of the girls for burial.

Shilpa did something unheard of, 'Fuck it, this is my responsibility they are my girls and I will be the one to clean up this mess,' she swore. Shiva knew more than any other about the Super humans. The Government knew a great deal but not everything. Shiva made an executive decision and decided to visit one of the Super humans most closely guarded secrets. She contacted Verity and asked her to meet with her at the care home where Catharine lived.

Catharine was a Super human female with a very singular power. She could travel in time and space by the sheer power of her mind. Tell her any moment in time and she could jump you there. The duration of the jump depended on the traveller. When they wanted to return they just had to concentrate and say Catharine's name loudly.

An envious power some would say, to be able to send people and things backward and forward in time. Yeah right, Catharine was blond, beautiful and had the large breasts of the female superhuman. 

She was also autistic and paralysed, except for her neck upward and one arm. She had spent her life in care homes, and was in a wheelchair for most of it. She had been discovered by Verity when she had visited the home on another matter.

Verity was probably the most powerful telepath in the world and made a habit of lightly scanning all those she met as a matter of personal security, and to be honest feminine curiosity. When her scan brushed over Catharine she stopped in her tracks. Catharine wasn't so much autistic, as preoccupied with the flood of information her brain was receiving from whatever time it was observing.

Verity was astounded; at the moment she joined minds with this girl her mind was back in the Middle Ages watching a medieval joust. 'Hello Catharine my name is Verity,' she sent to the mind of the young girl. There was a blast of sheer surprise as Catharine realised that someone was talking to her. The next thing Verity knew was that she was standing by the side of the lists back in the middle ages, watching two knights charging down towards each other lances lining up for that elusive strike.

'What the fuck is going on' gasped Verity, as the sights sounds and above all smells of this scene assaulted her mind. 'Welcome friend come and join me, isn't it exciting?' sent Catharine happily. 'Where am I and where are you?' asked Verity still stunned by her transition. 'Oh no one can see me here, but they can see you,' replied Catharine.

As Verity was in Catharine's mind, she knew what she meant. Catharine was merely a mental observer with no physical presence, but her mind had the power to bring Verity physically to her. There was an almighty crash as the lances of the knights slammed into steel breastplates and shattered. 'It's a draw' declared Catharine, and jumped back into her body pulling Verity with her. Needless to say Verity spent the rest of the visit silently communing with this marvellous girl, and becoming friends with her.

Shiva went to her locker and filled a small bag with items that she thought might be useful. Tucking the note into her belt, she went to the window and looked out east towards the coast. The NSA had pinpointed the location of the terrorists, and Shiva punched the co-ordinates into her GPS and with no effort lifted off the floor and flew out of her office window. Before she went to confront the terrorists she had to visit Catharine.

Shilpa was a very nice girl, kind considerate and very polite. She had been brought up well by her parents. However since she had come into her power, she had found herself in situations where she had to be forceful and sometimes outright violent. Moving silently through the air over the city, she was unaware that the normal people going about their day were looking up at the tiny golden gleam in the blue sky.

There was already a group of people who collected sightings of Super humans, much like collecting sightings of birds and airplanes. Some of these people were jumping up and down with glee when they definitely recognised the small golden gleam as the most powerful Super heroine in the world, Shiva. Shiva couldn't care less what those below were thinking, she was totally concentrating on her plan of action. 

The note from the NSA had told of a small group of superhuman females being held captive in a farm towards the coast. Shiva didn't know of any Super heroines that were missing. She had to assume that these were budding Super heroines, that had yet to declare themselves to the federation. This had made them vulnerable and alone in an inimical world. 

The terrorists had somehow managed to capture four of these young girls and had held them for their own nefarious purposes. When that purpose had been served they had been killed.  Shiva was wondering what powers these girls had, and how they had been captured. She was a sensible levelheaded girl and had no intention of barging in.

Shiva floated down onto the lawn of Catharine's care home and saw Verity and Catharine waiting for her under a tree. She greeted Catharine warmly via Verity. The reason that Catharine's powers were a secret was that she couldn't communicate with the rest of humanity even if she wanted to. It was only because Verity was a telepath that she had discovered her. Catharine was very happy to talk to Verity, and found that she could also communicate with Shiva as long as Verity was there.

Shiva explained her problem to Catharine and asked for her help. She needed Catharine to jump back to the place and time when the four girls were held captive. Once there she was to pull Shiva back to that same time and place, so she could try and rescue the girls.

Catharine was over the moon to be asked to help such a powerful Super heroine as Shiva. She readily agreed to do this and Shiva and Verity watched as her body went limp in what her carers thought was a petite-mal. In fact her body relaxed because her mind was elsewhere and else when. 'Best of luck Shilpa,' whispered Verity just before Shiva disappeared from view.

To be Continued.



Superheroines Bk. 08



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

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There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Featuring Shiva and Angel Shiva had received a message from the Special Agent that had taken Mist's recorder for analysis. There was a note that accompanied a transcript of part of the conversations of the terrorists. Shiva read this note and then read the transcript, by the time she had finished reading this her normally placid countenance was almost snarling with suppressed rage.

The transcript of the terrorist's conversations was chilling; it proved that the Super humans were being targeted specifically. All terrorist cells were kept separate, and usually this meant that one cell didn't know what the next cell was up to.

However men being men; one of them couldn't help but brag about the women that they had captured, and the fun that they had with them before they were executed. The Note expressed the sorrow and regrets of the NSA as regards the deaths of these girls and suggested that the Super humans investigated this story and retrieved the bodies of the girls for burial.

Shilpa did something unheard of, 'Fuck it, this is my responsibility they are my girls and I will be the one to clean up this mess,' she swore. Shiva knew more than any other about the Super humans. The Government knew a great deal but not everything. Shiva made an executive decision and decided to visit one of the Super humans most closely guarded secrets. She contacted Verity and asked her to meet with her at the care home where Catharine lived.

Catharine was a Super human female with a very singular power. She could travel in time and space by the sheer power of her mind. Tell her any moment in time and she could jump you there. She had agreed to transport Shiva back in time and space to the location of the terrorists in an attempt to rescue the four girls before they were killed.

With Verity's 'Good luck,' in her ears Shiva vanished back into time. Shiva appeared in a small copse of trees, the farm was in sight. She stripped off her distinctive golden costume and donned her street clothes. She now looked like what she in fact was, a small girl of Indian extraction. Slightly built, apart from the trademark large breasts of the female Super human. Long black hair and striking blue eyes, all wrapped up in a floppy jumper and jeans.

Shilpa had thought of and discarded various plans on the way, and had finally decided to try the straightforward approach. She would walk up to the front door and ask for directions to the nearest town. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, as she crunched her way up the long gravelled driveway to the farmhouse front door. After all her subterfuge it seemed as if there was no one in residence, and although she knocked loudly there was no response.

Shilpa thought she heard a noise coming from the rear of the building, and walked around to the back. There was a large barn with crates of milk churns stacked outside its double doors.

The terrorists were all young men and discipline had become lax due to the fact that the farm was very isolated. Had it not been for the intelligence gathered by Mist they would never have been discovered. Also like all young men forced to stay isolated they were very horny and were unable to believe their luck at the particular mission they were involved with.

Their leaders had heard the rumours about the effects of imbibing the milk of superhuman females. It was said that if a normal human drank the breast milk of a super human then they would temporarily gain the same powers as the super human. If true this would be another weapon to use against America and it's allies.

The main problem would be to capture such super human females in the first place. They had already almost lost a complete cell by foolishly trying to capture Amazon. The leaders had reasoned that with her strength they could increase the effectiveness of their agents ten fold. 

However as in making rabbit pie the first step is always to catch your rabbit. Amazon was no rabbit as the gang discovered when they ambushed her on patrol one night. She had been striding down a dark ally when six men jumped her. She liked to walk down dark alleys, as it was almost certain that she would find trouble and Amazon loved to find trouble.

As they wanted her alive there were no guns used which guaranteed they were going to get hammered. With a scream of pure joy she hurled herself into the gang and laid about her. As the men were normal humans and unarmed, she restrained herself by simply slapping everyone in reach. Being slapped by Amazon's iron hard hands was like being hit with a oak plank and men were flying backwards stunned and bleeding from broken noses. 

Within a frantic minute she was standing over a heap of groaning bodies. Using her cell phone, she called the cops who took the injured men away for questioning. However they're training in keeping silent held; and they were eventually fined and released back into the population. This experience had made them anti Super human, and they longed to get their revenge.

The wiser heads in the terrorist organisation had decided to advertise on the Internet for all those new Super humans to join a help and advice Website. This was working well and as new Super human females joined the site they were eventually lured to a secluded place where they were drugged and taken to the farm for processing.

Their catch so far consisted of four girls, their powers were flight, speed, sonic blast and one girl who could stay immersed for over an hour without needing to breathe. They had kept these girls sedated and tried to express milk from their breasts but with no success.

It was then that additional information reached them informing them that in order to lactate the girls had to be deflowered and their wombs filled with sperm. This would initiate the allergic type reaction in their bodies that would cause their breasts to lactate.

One of the girls was named Jane, and although she was kept drugged she was still aware of her breasts hurting. They were bruised and sore, where the men had been squeezing her nipples trying to get milk out of them. Jane was a virgin, and there had been no chance that her breasts had any milk in them. However that hadn't stopped the men from playing with her large soft breasts, and squeezing her nipples until she moaned in pain.

Her power had manifested at puberty, and had been growing ever since. It was Super speed, and she had hidden it as best she could for fear of being ostracised by her friends for being a freak. The strain of consciously having to slow her speed down was making her miserable. She had discovered a Website that held out hope of helping her, and had become involved.

She had met the organisers at a Motel, and after drinking a beer had fallen asleep. Jane had regained consciousness at the farm. All four of the girls had been kept lightly drugged and naked, in a shed next to the main farmhouse. Up till this point the leader of the group had forbidden his men to have sex with the girls.

This was not due to any desire to protect the girls; it was simply a way in which he could enforce his power over his men. The terrorist cell used code names instead of real names to protect their identities. The leader was referred to as Racoon, and he was a fundamentalist of the strictest form of his religion. 

He regarded women as only one step higher than animals, and treated them accordingly. He had no feelings whatever for the girls, as he planned on executing them once their mission was completed. This all changed upon the new information and he relished raping these soft western women. However he could still pick whom he wanted to do the actual raping of the girls.

Jane had been given to a thin man with the burning eyes of the zealot. He was named Hawk and despised anyone who wasn't of his faith and treated all women with distain. He was pleased when the leader chose him above the others to humiliate the western girl and tied her down over a table.

It was fortunate in a way that Jane was drugged, as it made her defloration less traumatic than it would have been if she was wide awake and alert. Even though she was drugged it still hurt as he thrust himself into her virgin vagina, and pounded away at her making her breasts bounce from the force of his assault. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman, and within a minute he was pumping his cum deep into her abused womb.

To make sure that Jane was well filled with semen, Racoon told two more of the men to rape her as well. They did so with wild enthusiasm, and when they had finished their cum was running out of Jane's vagina and pooling on the floor between her naked legs. The other three girls were then raped in a similar manner, and then they were all thrown back into the shed and locked in.

The next day they were again tied down and raped, this time the leader watched as his men fucked the girls up the ass. He was determined that their every hole should be filled with male semen, and loved to watch the faces of the girls as they were buggered in front of him and the men.

Jane was not the only girl to scream in pain, as her virgin anus was cruelly stretched by the men's rampant cocks. Their abasement was still not complete, as the next day they were made to suck the men's cocks until their mouths were filled with cum. They were ordered to swallow all of it, on pain of a whipping if any semen ran down their chins onto their naked breasts. The repeated rapes had broken their spirits, and all the girls dutifully sucked and swallowed as ordered.

After a week of this constant sexual abuse, Jane felt her breasts becoming heavier as they started to fill with milk. One morning when the leader roughly squeezed her breast, he saw a drop of milk ooze out of her swollen nipple. He was relieved to see this, as he was beginning to believe that this story about Super human breast milk was just a myth. At last there was some small proof that the theory was valid.

He ordered that all the girls be thoroughly raped again. After checking their food and water rations, he locked them in the shed again. They spent that night as they had spent the previous ones, huddled up to each other for warmth and some comfort. The other three girls looked to Jane for comfort, as she seemed to be the strongest of the four.

The next morning all the girl's nipples were leaking milk. Racoon took great pleasure in squeezing a small amount of this milk from each girl and labelling it, before sending the samples to a laboratory run by friends of the terrorists for analysis.

The next day he received orders that the girls were to be well fed and watered, in order to ensure they could produce sufficient breast milk for human testing. Jane and the girls were so hungry that they tore into the food and drink provided and then fell into a deep sleep. The food had been drugged again, and they awoke to find themselves strapped into the stalls where the farms cows had been penned whilst being milked.

To the girls horror the suction pads of the milking machines were attached to their nipples, and the machines began to suck their milk from their breasts. All the girls' breasts were full of milk, and the machines suction drained their breasts steadily until they were empty and their nipples were sore from the intense suction.

Each girl had produced about a pint of milk and then they were un-strapped from the milking machine, and thrown back into the shed to eat drink and sleep. The leader had been authorised to experiment with one of the samples, to see if the milk did indeed impart the powers of the donor to the imbiber.

He had labelled the bottles with the names and powers of the donors, and was sitting at the table deciding which power to try out. He had no interest in making a noise or holding his breath, so that left flight or speed. Like all normal humans he had always dreamt of being able to fly, and so chose the sample from Sandra the flyer.

With a prayer to Allah for protection from devils, he swallowed the entire bottle and sat still trying to feel if there were any changes happening to his body. After repeated raping the girls had told their captors everything they knew about their powers, and how to implement them. The leader knew he should relax and think of getting lighter and floating. 

He was just thinking that it was a complete waste of time, when he felt the pressure of the chair seat on his bottom fade, and he began to rise up into the air. His first reaction was to panic and try and get back down again, but his men grabbed hold of him and steadied him until he regained control of his fear. Once he had settled himself mentally he told his men to release him, and with a mental effort lifted himself up into the air until he could touch the ceiling of the room.

He thought this test had proved the theory of power transference via breast milk, and decided not to try and fly outside until another time. All that was left to do was to time how long a pint of milk lasted. As it transpired it lasted just under one hour, before he felt gravity reasserting itself on his body.

Mission accomplished he thought, he would authorise one last milking of the women before executing them. He informed his men of this decision and told them that as the mission had been such a success, tomorrow they could rape the females one last time after their breasts had be pumped dry by the milking machine. Thankfully the girls knew nothing of this, and were comforting each other as best they could under the circumstances.

Little did they know that the next day when they were dragged to the milking machine, that it was to be their last on earth. Up until now when they were being milked they had been left alone. This time as the suction pads drained their breasts, the men stood behind the girls and fucked them unmercifully. 

All their holes were used and abused, as their milk was pumped from their breasts. By now they had been raped and buggered so many times, that they barely made a noise during the assaults. The only noise was the mechanical sucking of the milking machine, as it did what it was designed to do.

Four bottles were eventually full of the girl's breast milk, and the leader checked that his pistol was loaded for the execution. He ensured that all his men were wearing their suicide vests, and pistols. This was standard practice when the team was driving, as it was vital that the American Government didn't capture them alive. Once the team were in the van and ready to go, he supervised the loading of the milk into the van and went back into the shed to execute the females.

It was the noise of the milking machine that attracted Shiva's attention, and she had arrived just as the men were loading their van preparatory to making their escape. Shiva was looking through a window at the back of the milking shed, and saw the four naked girls strapped to the machine. They were almost comatose, from the draining and raping that they had just undergone. 

None of the girls noticed the leader approaching with his gun ready. Shiva did notice this however, and she also noticed that the man wore a suicide vest. The special agent had warned her about these men. If there were a good chance of being captured they would detonate their belts, and kill themselves and all those around them with out hesitation.

The vests contained C4 explosives and were detonated by a switch on the belt; and it was always within easy reach of the wearer. From her position Shiva could see the leader approaching the helpless girls, and behind him the van with the rest of the team in it. They were waiting to hear the shots that would signal the deaths of the females, and the end of a successful mission.

Seeing the bruised and battered state of the four girls, and noticing the trails of semen that were dripping from their vaginas and anus's brought a cold rage into her soul. For the first time Shilpa seemed to feel the goddess Shiva possessing her body, and Shiva was the Destroyer of Worlds.

She realised that she had to put the leader as far away from the girls as possible. Shiva concentrated her immense power on the man and picked him up off his feet. Shiva then threw him with all her power at the van waiting outside the shed.

The sheer impact with the side of the van crushed him like a bug. However Racoon didn't have time to feel it, as Shiva activated his belt switch telekinetically. The van disintegrated into a fireball of heat and jagged metal. At the instant of the gigantic explosion Shiva formed a mental shield around the entire shed. This protected herself and the girls, from the flame and shrapnel that blasted the area in a circle of destruction around the van.

The rest of the team's explosive belts had triggered at the same time as the leaders, and there was nothing left of the men or the van. Shiva felt nothing for these men; they were cowardly scum and deserved to die. 

She now concentrated on releasing the girls and carrying them with her power out of the shed and into the warm sun. The farmhouse was still standing and it had a bathroom and shower. Shilpa helped the girls clean themselves up, and cooked them a good hot meal while she decided what to do with them.

Jane had taken charge of the girls and had found their clothes where they had been thrown into a corner of the farmhouse. She ensured that the girls were clean and dressed and was helping Shilpa cook a good meal for them all.

Despite putting on a brave face Jane was just as traumatised as the other girls and Shilpa told her to sit down and rest while she served up the food. Even though the girls were weak and shaking from their experiences, they were still amazed when they saw the plates of food floating towards them guided only by the power of Shilpa's mind.

Watching the girls eat gave Shilpa the chance to consider her next move. She realised that she couldn't be associated with this rescue, as she was not supposed to be here at all. She called on one of her most trusted sisters, Blaze. Shiva gave Blaze the location and asked her to get there as quickly as she could.

Less than an hour later Shiva heard the scream of Blaze's powerful sports car, as it sped towards the farm. It skidded to a halt in a spray of gravel and Blaze jumped out. Blaze was a pyrotechnic and her costume was themed to suit. It was scarlet and her mask was shaped as a flame, her eyes also were a blazing red. 

She hugged Shiva warmly and asked how she could be of assistance. Shiva told Blaze the whole story, trusting her with the secret of Catharine. She asked Blaze to take the credit for the rescue, and the destruction of the terrorists. Blaze was honoured to be trusted with this information, and promised to take care of everything. 




Superheroines Bk. 08



The girls were to be taken to a secluded hospital until they were fully recovered from their harrowing experiences. From there they would be taken into the Federation and trained by the experienced Super humans. They would be sworn to secrecy regarding Shiva's involvement in their rescue. 

Apart from Jane the rest of the girls were still too groggy to remember to many details of their rescue and were content to do as they were told. Shiva knew she could leave Blaze to tidy up, and with a smile at the girls she walked back to the copse of trees and out of their sight. She donned her golden costume and addressed the air around her. 'Catharine, I want to come back,' she shouted.

Catharine had been observing everything that had been going on, and with an effort of will drew Shiva back to her correct time and place. Shiva reappeared by the tree, and saw Catharine and Verity waiting for her. 'Well done Shilpa,' said Catharine via Verity's mind link. Verity hugged the small golden woman warmly and kissed her.

They spent another hour chatting with Catharine before Shiva gave Verity a lift home. As they flew over the city Shiva went over the events of the day. Hopefully the myth that Super heroines milk conferred super powers would stay as a myth for a while longer. She made a note to increase her efforts to attract all budding Super humans to the Federation.

She dropped Verity off at her father's house and flew back to her own apartment in SHHQ. She was looking forward to a bath and a rest before getting back to the paperwork. 

On the other side of the City, Angel was in conference with her mother. Mary Latimar was in the process of getting as much money from her daughter's transformation as was humanly possible. Mary was Angela's manager, and had guided her all her life. First as a child model and then as a fashion model.

Now that her daughter had metamorphosed into an Angel, Mary saw no reason not to continue being her manager. Mary was a hard-headed business woman, and had various options to follow regarding her daughters future career. There was money to be made from the sexual aspect of Angela's transformation.

Mary had no compunctions about turning Angela into a glamour model. This had never been an option before the transformation, as although Angela had been tall and beautiful, she had also been flat chested. Now however she had the large firm breasts of the typical Super human female. Mary knew that the Men's magazines would pay big bucks for nude photos of her daughter.

This would be nice but Mary also was considering getting Angela involved with one of the largest Evangelical Televised Churches in the country. She knew that they would compete to acquire their very own Angel to front their advertising campaigns. If she intended to guide Angela down the religious road, then she wouldn't be able to exploit those beautiful naked breasts of her daughter.

Angela for her part was perfectly happy to let her mother arrange her life. She had been arranging Angela's life since she was a little girl, and had done a pretty good job so far. Angela was listening to her mother whilst she was checking her wing feathers. Like all feathered creatures her wings had to be preened and kept clean and tidy. 

Angela was naked as usual indoors; it was more comfortable for her not to have to wear the specially modified clothes that were required due to the change in her body shape. Her wings although beautiful, were a fucking nuisance when it came to fashion. She had just finished modelling her mother's latest attempt at covering her daughter's naked body.

It was basically a white silk robe, it had a halter neck and was held to her waist by a semi rigid half-belt. It made her look even more like a Story book Angel, and Angela hated it. The only good thing about it was that as she couldn't wear a bra, her nipples were very prominent and showed that she was naked beneath it.

Apart from growing real wings, Angela had acquired a unique power of her own. She now produced Pheromones, powerful sexual pheromones that affected all those in her vicinity. The good news was that she could attract anyone male or female that she desired. The bad news was that as yet she couldn't control this power. 

Consequently if she had walked outside to where the pack of people from the press were waiting for a glimpse of her, then there was a good chance that they would all be driven mad by her pheromones and try to fuck her. As far as she was concerned, the production of these pheromones had a massive effect on her own sexuality. All her life Angela had little interest in sex; she had no sex drive at all, and couldn't understand her friend's interest in the males that surrounded them.

However since her transformation she had become very aware of her sexual organs, especially as her pubes were now covered with tiny white feathers instead of hairs. Her libido had increased exponentially, and she found herself thinking about sex all the time. Angela was still a virgin and Mary wanted her to stay that way, if she could have devised a chastity belt that would fit her daughter she would have locked that white feathered pussy away safely.

However as Angela's wings were connected both to her shoulder blades and the top of her hipbones, it made wearing panties very difficult, let alone a chastity belt. Angela was content to follow her mother's plan but in the meantime she really needed to be fucked.

She had nearly lost her virginity to The American Eagle, a local Superhero that she had met on her first day as an Angel. She had teased him until he had cum in his pants, and then had flown away. Since then her sex drive had increased, and it was driving her mad with lust.

She decided to slip away for a while and see if she could find Eagle again, or failing that any man with a hard cock. When Mary looked up from her paperwork, she found that her daughter had gone.

Angel had sneaked out of the house by the back door, and had flown straight up into the air avoiding the sight of the press. She thought that the best place to find a Superhero was at their headquarters, and so made a beeline for it.

She landed on the roof and folding her wings neatly, walked down into the main building looking for a man. It was Verity's shift on duty, and she was sitting at Shiva's desk when Angel walked in. Verity was a telepath, and made it a habit to scan any unfamiliar people that she met in order to check that they meant her no harm.

Looking into Angel's eyes she instantly read her entire story and the reason she was here in the building. 'Hello Angel, I see you have a problem,' said Verity. 'Hello, who are you? I am new here and I really don't know who is who yet,' replied Angel warily. ' My name is Verity, I am the duty telepath and I can see that you have a power that you cannot control,' said Verity coming straight to the point.

Angel just shrugged causing her naked breasts to move sensually. 'Tell me something I don't know Verity, I wish I could control it but I don't know how,' she admitted. Verity found herself looking at Angel's breasts with intense interest. 'Oh no you don't young lady' she muttered, and went deep into Angel's mind.

Verity saw the problem immediately; Angel did have the ability to control her power, but needed to be in the right frame of mind to do it. What she needed was some sort of mental trigger, complete with a safety switch. Verity had discovered that she was far more than a straightforward telepath. 

A telepath could just read minds, some could just read the surface thoughts and emotions, and others like her could go deep inside right down to the id. Verity had discovered that she could place subliminal commands inside a person's mind, to affect their conscious decision-making.

She had done this earlier with the super villain Demoness. She had slipped into her mind and gave her an aversion to touching Verity, Dynamo, Amazon and Tank. She could only achieve this surreptitiously because Demonesse's willpower was phenomenal. 

Her Coercion had been formed from hurt, pain and humiliation inflicted upon her by a gang of thugs. Her will was so strong that Verity was sure that if she realised what had been done to her she could break the sub-lim by sheer mental effort.

Verity now had to do something to assist Angel to master her power, instead of being a slave to it. Verity herself had a similar control mechanism that she had placed into her own mind to help her to focus her own powers. She had a mental visor that she lifted before she could read someone's mind. 

Without this, she had been constantly bombarded night and day by the thoughts of everyone in range of her mind. She smiled as she thought of a trigger that would suit Angel. To start with, she surrounded the part of Angela's brain that stimulated her pheromone production with a strong mental barrier.

This could only be accessed by Angel when she consciously opened her arms and spread her wings, whilst thinking or saying the words " Bless you" Verity also gave Angel the ability to adjust the power of her pheromones from " Like me, to Fuck me". As was Verity's way she had done all this without Angel's knowledge. She had slipped the knowledge of how she could control her power into her mind so skilfully, that Angela simply knew what to do instinctively. Verity finished off by making Angel forget that they had already spoken.

'Hello Angel, my name is Verity I'm the duty officer tonight, how can I help you?' she asked the naked winged woman standing in front of her desk. Angel had to think quickly, she couldn't actually remember why she was here in Superhero HQ.

'Er hello Verity I'm new at this and thought I would come and introduce myself,' replied Angel smiling at the tall woman in the white suit. 'Have you joined our Federation yet?' asked Verity. She explained the benefits of joining the federation of Super humans, and handed Angel some paperwork to pass on to her mother.

Angel now fully realised that she was naked in front of this woman; she had nowhere to put the papers. Without her omnipresent cloud of pheromones, Angela realised that she really should be wearing something to cover her breasts.

Holding the papers rolled up in her hand, she made her excuses and flew out of the window towards her home. Oh to be young, thought Verity watching the beautiful young woman flying away. Hoping she had done a good thing she returned to her paperwork.

Verity didn't mind being on duty tonight as her lover Dynamo was patrolling the city and wouldn't be able to see her until the next day. Thinking of Dynamo brought a smile to Verity's face as she remembered the last time they were together. Dynamo didn't need sexual pheromones to turn Verity on; the simple thought of her made her wet.

Angel had to power dive through her bedroom window so as to avoid the paparazzi getting pictures of her naked body. Angela wasn't particularly worried about showing her lovely big tits, but her mother had explained that she might be needed to portray a virginal persona for the religious path. 

Mary had finally decided to guide Angela along the religious path to her fortune. She had received an offer from the Rev. Barry Whiteman, a famous television Evangelist. He wanted Angel to attend his next telethon, to raise funds for his Church.

Mary had sent him pictures of Angel dressed in her most virginal clothes, and even she had to admit that her daughter really looked the part. Barry was desperate to have Angel at his rally, and had offered Mary a very lucrative deal. An appearance fee up front, combined with a percentage of the donations.

Barry did it all, exhorting the masses to pray for peace, healing the sick, and above all sucking the money from sinner's pockets into his churches coffers. He was a very handsome man, tall, wide shouldered with a strong square chin, blazing blue eyes and a shock of pure silver hair. His congregation of millions loved him, and he revelled in their adoration. Strangely enough, he actually believed in what he did and considered himself a warrior of God.

However television Evangelism was a very competitive business; and he was always having to think up new ways of getting funds. He was taking a chance with Angel, sure she looked like an Angel, but she was obviously a Super human, and his Church had so far avoided taking a stand either for or against Super humans.

Some Churches had branded them inventions of the Antichrist, whilst other more compassionate churches had gone along the path of guarded acceptance regarding the new humans as just another of Gods creations. Barry was of this opinion himself, and was hoping that Angel might swing the congregations vote towards acceptance of the Super humans.

Mary had spent hours dressing her daughter, although Angela moaned about having to wear a bra, she was told in no uncertain terms that not only would she wear a bra she would also wear panties. Eventually Angela was dressed to her mother's satisfaction, and looking in the mirror she had to admit that she could have walked off the page of the bible.

Angel was stunningly beautiful, a tall blue eyed blond with very large firm breasts. As if that wasn't enough, she now had the most amazing brilliant white-feathered wings that reached from above her head to her heels. Her white gown was complimented by a golden girdle and sandals; matching her golden blonde hair.

As she admired herself Angel spread her wings out and raising her arms whispered 'Bless you'. She felt a cloud of pheromones surround her, and with a lazy flap of her wings she sent it out in front of her. Angel grinned a wicked grin as she played with her new control.

Barry Whiteman watched as the white limousine drew up in front of his church. He was very nervous, as this would be the first time he had actually met a Super human. He looked perfect, his make up artist had just spent two hours on him and his face and hair were immaculate. His smile was brilliant, and had cost him thousands of dollars in dental work. His suit was a dazzling white, as were his shirt, tie and shoes

He switched his welcoming smile on as the door of the limousine opened and a smartly dressed woman stepped out. She was beautiful, but there seemed to be a distinct lack of wings about her. 'Hello Mr. Whiteman, I am Mary Latimar, Angel's mother,' she said shaking his hand.

'Oh yes, Mrs Latimar, I'm sorry but I was expecting Angel to get out of the car,' he stuttered shaking her hand warmly. 'Oh good heavens above Mr. Whiteman, Angels don't need cars, they fly' replied Mary, looking up into the blue sky. Barry followed her gaze and saw Angel descending towards them, her white-feathered wings fully extended and flapping lazily as she floated down to stand in front of him.

'Bless you,' said the Angel smiling at him. He was gob smacked, stunned, awestruck, he felt like kneeling down in front of this vision of loveliness and worshiping her. Barry wondered what on earth he had been worried about; this beautiful creature was totally good. She was obviously virginal, and worthy herself of being worshipped. He was so lucky that she deigned to smile at such a worthless sinner as he.

'Angel?' said Mary sharply; she knew about her daughter's power and how she could control it. Angela realised that she was coming on a bit strong, and throttled back on her pheromones to give Barry a chance to breath again. 'Hello Mr. Whiteman, it's a great honour to meet you,' she said in her sexy dulcet voice. Barry almost wriggled with pleasure like a puppy, at being directly addressed by this paragon of love and virtue.

'Welcome, Welcome, Bless you my child I am so glad that you decided to join our movement,' he gushed. He was going to shake her hand, but he was simply too scared to touch her uninvited. Angel solved this by offering her hand to him, and to her surprise he kissed it gallantly. He led her into the tabernacle of his church, backing into it so as not to turn his back on her.

Barry was proud of his church, it was built entirely of Italian marble, and the interior was always cool regardless of the Californian heat outside. The pews were finely carved, and made from mahogany, and had red silk cushions. He was taken aback when he saw Mary shaking her head in disappointment as she surveyed his church.

'Oh dear Oh dear Mr. Whiteman, this just won't do, it won't do at all. Angel needs flowers, lots of flowers, white roses of course. There has to be flowers and the smell of roses, for her to fully blossom and inspire others,' Mary stated. Barry felt like slapping his stupid face, what a fool he was of course she needed roses, why on earth hadn't he thought of that.

He wandered away with Mary, discussing the fine details of Angel's first public appearance. Angel was left alone in the marble church, and took the opportunity of the vast cool space to fully open her wings. One of the drawbacks of having a full set of feathered wings was that it was like carrying a warm duvet on your back. It was very nice in the cold weather; but a pain in the heat.

Spreading her wings cooled them, and she hummed to herself as she slowly danced across the marble floor. Angela was beautiful and had been trained in all the arts. Singing had always been easy for her, as her voice was a beautiful soft soprano. 

Her lithe body had taken to the dance lessons with enthusiasm, and she was a master of all types of dance from rock and roll to the tango. She was a joy to watch as she sang and danced across the marble floor. Angel was totally unaware that a coach load of the Faithful had arrived at the rear of the church. 

For a reasonable donation, the Faithful could apply for a tour of the headquarters of the Church of the Angelic Host. It was often shown on television, but nothing could compare to actually being in it especially during a televised service conducted by the Rev. Barry Whiteman himself. Such a service was due to be televised that night, and this was the lucky congregation that was to be there.

This group of the Faithful had expected that their first glimpse of this centre of their faith would be uplifting. However none of them were prepared for the sight of a real Angel singing and dancing in the centre of the marble edifice. One of most devout of them started it off, he groaned in religious ecstasy and fell to his knees.

'Hallelujah, Hallelujah' he cried, lifting his arms to the marble roof of the church, ' Praise be to the Lord.' Quietly the rest of the group knelt down beside him and gazed with awe upon the Angel as she danced and sang to herself. Angel was using this time to herself to practice controlling her pheromones. She was practicing adjusting the cloud of pheromones around her from mild to compelling. 

Fortunately for the group watching her, the church was so vast that her power was diluted by the sheer scale of the room. Even so when part of her power washed over them, they fell into rapture. Some of them began to writhe about on the cool floor, and speak in tongues. It was this noise that brought Mary and Barry hurrying back to the main hall.

They were greeted by a sight that would stick in Barry's mind forever. Angel was dancing around with her eyes closed and her wings open. She was now in the centre of a group of the Faithful, who had crawled across the marble floor to be near her. They were all in the grip of religious fervour, and some were actually frothing at the mouth.

'Angel, please stop dancing and see what you are doing,' shouted Mary. Her mothers voice snapped Angela out of her reverie, and she stopped singing and stood still. She was amazed to find herself surrounded by strangers lying on the floor and looking at her with abject adoration in their eyes. 'Oh Oh,' thought Angela, ' what the fuck is going on here?'

Once again Mary thanked her nose filters that she had to wear around her daughter. They had been protecting her ever since Angela came into her power, and she dreaded to think what she would have done if she had been exposed to the full power of her daughter's spell. Mary had held Barry back, he had wanted to run into the room and see what was going on. Mary knew that it would take a minute or two before her daughter's spell wore off, so held him back.




Superheroines Bk. 08



'Please Mr. Whiteman, give her room, she cannot help her effect on people, they love her and want to touch her.' Barry could understand this; he wanted nothing more than to join his people on the floor in adoration of this celestial being. 'Go sit on top of the church for a while please,' ordered Mary to Angel. With a graceful sweep of her wings Angel sprang aloft, and flew out of the door and up into the air above the imposing church.

It was complete with a steeple and viewing platform, she landed on this platform and enjoyed the view while her mother sorted out things below. Mary knew she had them in the palm of her hand, and made the best possible deal for her daughter. While they were here in California; all their expenses would be paid by the church, on top of the appearance fees. 

Mary also had a clause put into the Contract that gave her an additional fee for every new member of the congregation that joined after Angel started work. She had a plan to ensure that this would happen. Angel was well aware of this plan, and commenced to put it into operation.

The wind was blowing towards the centre of the town and she stood facing it and called forth her strongest cloud of pheromones. Her wings were hardly needed, as the cloud drifted away towards the busy streets of the town. 

She knew that it would lose a lot of its potency due to being out in the open, but enough should remain to cause a reaction later. The big event was scheduled for that evening, the television networks were to be there, and the national news would be covering this first televised appearance of the Super human, Angel. 

The moment came, and as usual the curtains concealing the altar of the church were pulled back to reveal the Rev. Whiteman in all his glory. He spent the first part of the service as usual, giving his sermon for the evening and exhorting the Faithful to increase their efforts. Angel was standing at the back of the vast auditorium, up where there was a balcony reserved for the very privileged to watch the service from. On either side of her balcony were others, where the television crews had set up their cameras.

She had nearly perfected her powers and had been told by her mother to just give out enough pheromones to induce a strong positive feeling in the congregation. Barry was whipping up his flock into a religious orgasm, as he stalked back and forth across the stage calling upon the Lord to give them a sign that their Church was true and on the right path to salvation. 'Give me a sign Lord, Give me a Sign,' he screamed into the air looking up towards heaven.

This was Angel's cue, and drawing aside the curtains that had hidden her up until then, she leapt off the balcony. She contented herself to simply glide around the vast hall until she was sure that the entire congregation had noticed her. As she fly over them she was releasing her pheromones that settled down over the upturned faces.

Screams of ecstasy were issuing from the congregation, and hands and arms were outstretched towards her as she glided silently above them. The entire congregation already primed and in a state of near rapture, suddenly felt a sense of Love pouring into their souls. Knowing that her power was well spread she landed gracefully in front of Barry who without conscious volition sank to his knees.

'I heard your call, I am here to help you,' Angel said her voice transmitted through the microphones embedded in the stage. The crowd went wild, and as one they stormed the stage to touch this wondrous being. Like all shows this one had Security, Barry had a cadre of men and women who were dressed in white robes and were referred to as shepherds. 

It was their job to control the crowds when Barry had whipped them up into a religious frenzy. They were now pressed hard, as men and women surged forward to try and get to Angel. Angel became suddenly afraid of what was going on here, she had witnessed rock concerts where fans had surged forward and people had been trampled in the crush. Barry seemed out of it, so she did something that she would never normally have done.

'BE STILL, GET ON YOUR KNEES,' she ordered the wild crowd advancing upon her. Her imperious voice was amplified by the sound system, and to her relief and surprise the crowd dropped to their knees as one, and stayed there looking up at her.

She knew she had to do something to keep their attention, so from the back of her mind she remembered a school hymn and began to sing it to them. It was a child's hymn, " All things bright and beautiful " and it was the only hymn she knew. The people knelt entranced as her clear voice washed over them, and they swayed as their voices joined with hers in singing the song.

This gave Barry time to come to his senses and he stood up and waited until the song had finished, before taking charge of his flock. They were now content to resume their seats and listen to him. He was shaken to his core, he hadn't realised the effect that Angel would have. He was now using his own powers of oratory to calm his people and explain that the Lord had sent them Angel to help them help others. By this time Angels pheromones had worn off, and they were happy to listen to him.

Barry was just congratulating himself on salvaging the situation when one of his Shepherds ran up to him and whispered in his ear. He told his flock to sing a long hymn in praise of the Lord, and went to the side of the stage to look at the monitors situated there. Like all modern buildings in California there were security cameras scanning the outside perimeter. 

He was stunned to see crowds of people walking up from the town towards his church. They were silent but determined, and there was no way that this crowd could fit into his church. At a quick estimate there must have been ten thousand outside.

'I believe they have come to see Angel,' whispered Mary into his ear. 'It might be best if she went out to greet them,' she suggested. Barry was overwhelmed, he gratefully gave control to Mary and stood back as she organised things.

Barry had a welcome speech that he always made to new members of his followers, and he gave a copy of this to Angel. Mary told her to wear a remote microphone, and fly out of the church to a small hill in the gardens and address the crowd from there. The external speakers on the church; would ensure her words were heard by all.

She was beginning to enjoy this and flew over to the hill, she made sure that the people saw her and they surrounded the hill where she stood waiting for them. This time she didn't use her power and simply raised her arms and waited for the crowd to quieten. When she lowered her arms they all sat on the grass, and waited for her to speak.

She had their attention, and read out the welcoming speech in her clear calm voice. At the end of the speech, she spread her wings and flew off into the night. She had arranged to meet her mother at the private house that the church kept for visiting dignitaries. Mary was waiting for her and hugged her warmly, ' Well done Angela, that was almost perfect, and I think we will be very rich, very soon,' she whispered into her daughter's ear.

Angela was starving, and the rest of the evening was spent eating and talking about the day. Mary was talking about the money and advertising revenue, and Angela was listening and nodding in the right places. She was thinking about something completely different.

Power, sheer power, that came from controlling masses of people. She knew that they would have obeyed her regardless of what she ordered. Compared to that, mere money seemed insignificant. While her mother was droning on, Angela was considering what it would be like to be a Goddess.

To be Continued.



Superheroines Bk. 09



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Featuring Jane alias Supersonic, and Demoness.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was warm and scented with lavender from the many bushes dotted about the grounds of the Sanatorium. The undulating hum of bees industriously working away soothed the shattered nerves of the convalescing patients. It had once been a large private retreat for a Senator, and nestled in an estate that was measured in tens of acres. It was very private and secluded, and ideal for the recovery of Super humans hurt in the line of duty, or by any other means.

Jane was recovering nicely at this private sanatorium in the country. It was sponsored by the Government; for the benefit of the Super humans that needed it. It had been a month since she had been captured by terrorists and gang raped, in order to force her breasts to lactate. She had eventually been rescued, by the Super heroine Blaze. 

The actual details of the rescue were still fuzzy in her mind, as she and the three other girls had been drugged and abused until they were in a constant daze. At the moment Jane was stretched out in the warm sun in her bikini on a sun bed, sipping a soft drink and feeling the buzz again. She was a budding Super human, her power was Super speed. She had been trapped via a Website, when she had tried to get some advice concerning her powers.

Her Super speed had left her during the aftermath of her drugging. It was only now that she felt the return of the buzz, that told her she was fully recovered and ready to roll again. Her glass was empty, and she felt it was time to stretch her legs so to speak. The woman who was working behind the bar jumped, as she heard what seemed to be a sonic boom. She blinked her eyes in disbelief as a bottle of coke seemingly disappeared from the chiller in front of her.

'Oh Fuck, I had forgotten about this,' swore Jane as she stood over her sun bed holding the bottle of coke. She was naked. Her bikini had been ripped off her body by the friction of the air, when she had run to the bar and grabbed the bottle. 

She had no idea how fast she actually moved, but it was certainly faster than a speeding bullet. She knew it was supersonic because of the boom that accompanied her dashes. Such was her speed that the air resistance ripped off her clothes every time she used her power. It was because of this and other drawbacks of her power, that she had looked for advice.

Jane now knew that she should have gone to the Headquarters of the Super humans for advice. She had been unsure of how they would have treated her. Before her power had manifested, she like many normal humans had been a bit suspicious of Super humans. She now admitted to herself that she had been wrong, and determined to use her power to help the Super human's cause.

In the meantime she had to try and think of a way to stop becoming naked every time she zipped. Jane thought of what she did as zipping, for want of a better word. She wrapped a beach towel around her naked body, and walked at normal speed back to her room to get dressed. She had asked to speak to Blaze when it was convenient for her, and a meeting had been arranged for this afternoon.

Jane spent a while over her appearance, as she wanted to give a better impression now than she did when first they met. When Blaze had rescued her and the rest of the girls, Jane had been naked and drugged out of her mind. Her body had been raped and bruised, and her breasts had been milked. Every orifice in her body had been filled with semen, and she had been filthy and stinking.

Now after a month of rest and care she was back to her glamorous self. Jane was a beautiful tall dark haired young woman, with the large firm breasts of the superhuman female. Since her rape these breasts were full of milk, and seemed a lot heavier than they had been before her capture.

She had just made herself presentable, when she heard the throaty roar of Blaze's sports car approaching the sanatorium. The scarlet sports car swept up the long drive of the rest home, and pulled into a parking slot. Jane watched in admiration, as Blaze leapt out of the powerful machine and strode towards her.

Her entire demeanour screamed of confidence and power, Blaze was as tall as Jane but red headed. Her costume was a skintight affair in scarlet that was frankly indecent, as it showed of her perfect athletes body as if she was naked. Blaze was so powerful, that she could walk through the city naked without any fear of attack by men. 

Blaze's power could kill easily, and everyone knew this and treated her with the utmost respect. She wore a red mask to protect her identity, from behind which her brilliant red eyes surveyed the world. If Jane had any lesbian tendencies, she would have fallen in love with her at first sight. As it was she respected this woman immensely and owed her life to her.

'Hi Jane, you're looking good, how can I help you,' Blaze said in her pleasant voice without preamble. Jane realised that Blaze was a busy woman, and quickly explained her problem and asked if she could help her solve it. 'You want to be a Super Heroine but not a naked one, is that it in a nutshell?' asked Blaze smiling at the newbie. 

'Shiva, when in doubt seek her out,' suggested Blaze, and decided to take Jane to SHHQ then and there. 'Hop in girl, no time to waste,' she ordered as she walked back to her car. Jane held on tight, as they roared out of the Sanatorium and towards the city. 'How fast can you go?' asked Blaze as they sped along the road.

'I have no idea, I've never had the facilities to measure myself, but I think I go supersonic at least,' she answered. 'I would race you to SHHQ but I don't know the way there, and I would only arrive naked if I tried,' she continued. 'Don't worry girl, Shiva will know what to do, or if not she will know someone who doe's know,' assured Blaze with a grin.

'What is Shiva like? They say she is the most powerful Super heroine in the world,' asked Jane nervously. 'Oh she is that, I know that I wouldn't want to go up against her. I honestly can't think of any other Super human who would stand a chance against her,' replied Blaze. They reached the Headquarters building, and shaking with trepidation Jane followed Blaze into Shiva's office on the top floor.

Both Jane and Blaze were over six feet tall, and when Blaze moved to one side Jane's gaze passed right over the head of the small golden woman standing in front of her. 'I'm down here,' said a kind voice and Jane blushed as she looked down into startling blue eyes set into the face of a small Asian woman partly hidden by a golden mask. 

'Oh my God, I am so sorry Shiva but.....' 'You expected someone taller? Don't worry dear girl, I'm used to this and it doesn't bother me a bit,' reassured Shiva inviting them to sit down. Blaze reiterated Jane's problem and Shiva thought for a while.

'Strip down to your bra and panties and show us,' she said. Jane shrugged and undressed as told until she was in her underwear. She looked like a Playgirl with her large heavy breasts, long legs and curvaceous hips. 'There is a flower bed in the foyer of this building, please fetch me flower,' asked Shiva. 'As fast as you can please.' Despite themselves both Blaze and Shiva jumped as a loud crack reverberated from the walls of the office.

Jane stood there naked holding out a rose to Shiva. It was as if she hadn't moved but had suddenly become naked. 'Fuck me, I don't believe this,' gasped Blaze 'I think the word you're looking for is Gosh,' scolded Shiva to Blaze. Shiva was a well brought up Asian girl, and hated people swearing in front of her. 'Sorry Shiva' said Blaze meekly. 'I held the rose in my hand to protect it from the wind,' explained Jane.

'Hmmm, this looks like a job for Mrs. Wainwright, she makes a lot of the costumes for our new members and she has recently had to make costumes for Amazon and Tank,' said Shiva. 'As you may know Tank is so strong and tough, that he can withstand an explosion that would kill a normal man. However the first time that happened his shorts were blown to shreds, and he tells us that grown women fainted at the sight.'

Despite her puritan upbringing, even Shiva had to smile at the mental picture of Tank naked. 'Mrs Wainwright made him a pair of shorts from Kevlar, and so far they have survived intact. Needless to say that Amazon decided that she too had to have a costume made from Kevlar to match his.'

While she had been talking Jane got dressed again, albeit minus her underwear. 'I believe that Kevlar is the only material that has a chance of surviving the speed that you move Jane. I will ask Mrs. Wainwright to measure you, and create a costume that pleases you,' decided Shiva.

'By the way you will need an Alias if you wish to join the ranks of the Super heroines, do you have any ideas? asked Blaze. 'First of all, thank you Blaze and you Shiva for helping me. I can't thank Blaze enough for rescuing me from those men, and I will always be in her debt,' said Jane sincerely. Blaze looked at Shiva guiltily. 

Only Shiva, Blaze and Catharine, knew that it was Shiva who had rescued the girls from the terrorists, not Blaze. However she had used Catharine, the most secret of the Super humans, to achieve this feat. In order to protect this secret, Shiva had decided to give the credit of the rescue to her trusted lieutenant Blaze.

'As for my Alias I was going to call myself The Flash, or Blur, but both those names were already taken. I thought of calling myself Supersonic, as I seem to be,' said Jane blushing. 'Supersonic seems to be a good name as far as I am concerned' said Shiva, and asked Blaze if she would escort Supersonic down to see Mrs. Wainwright for a fitting.

When the two women had left her office, Shiva sat back in her chair and sighed. Yet another one of Shiva's sister's to worry about, as if she didn't have enough worries at the moment. Her parents were from Calcutta, and had been living in America for over 30 years. 

Her real name was Shilpa Patel, and she had been educated as an American girl all her life, but she had the upbringing and morals of an Indian girl. Her long shiny hair was jet black, and her flawless skin a pleasing golden coffee colour. She had enormous eyes that captured the attention of all that met her. They were bright blue, an extremely rare colour for an Indian girl.

Shilpa was a bit of a loner in college as she just couldn't bring herself to chatter about sex and boys like all her friends. She had been brought up to believe that sex, and other personal things shouldn't be mentioned in public. Her large breasts had always embarrassed her, but she couldn't do anything about them except try and hide them under her usual loose clothing. 

However when she appeared as Shiva she wore a skin-tight body stocking that made her appear from a distance to be naked. It was golden and matched her face perfectly; she had deliberately chosen this costume so as to separate her two lives as fully as possible.

When she had come into her power she had suffered a slight personality split. Shilpa was the perfect little Indian girl, whilst Shiva was the avatar of the Goddess herself, "The Destroyer of Worlds

Shilpa was 20 years old and the leader of the Super Humans of the City. Her parents wanted had her to become a lawyer but she had told them that she now had a good career working for the Government. She was still a virgin, a rare thing indeed for a beautiful young woman in a college environment. Like all Super heroines she had come into her power at puberty. 

Her mental powers had started of weak and intermittent. She found she could bring small objects to her hands and close doors from a distance. Shilpa thought that doing such things was somehow naughty, and had hidden her ability from her parents. This reinforced the naughtiness, as she knew that she shouldn't keep things from them. 

To this day her parents had no idea that their small well-behaved daughter was the world famous Telekinetic, Shiva. All they knew was that their beautiful daughter was 20 years old and unmarried. This was a big worry to her mother, and she had been doing some matchmaking.

The last two times Shilpa had visited her parents, there had been a good looking Indian boy invited to dinner. The first time this had happened Shilpa had thought it was cute, and although polite to the boy, had made it clear that there was no chemistry between them. The second time it happened she began to get annoyed, this distressed her immensely. She loved her mother dearly, and knew that she was simply trying her best to make her daughter happy.

Shilpa had never been with a man, never kissed one and at this moment in time had no desire to do either. The only sexual encounter she had ever had was with the Super human Angel. She still blushed when she remembered sucking and licking Angel's pussy and having her do the same to Shilpa. This incident had occurred due to the powerful sexual pheromones involuntarily produced by Angel, and Shilpa had been powerless to resist them.

Thankfully Mort had intervened, and since then Verity had enabled Angel to control her pheromone production, and there was no chance of a repeat performance. Be that as it may, Shilpa didn't need this added worry in her life and she was thinking of a way to wriggle out of visiting her parents for a while.

On the other side of the city it was dull and overcast. It was as if the sun was reluctant to shine down and illuminate the dirty streets and alleyways. Demoness was waiting in a side booth in a Bar in gangland, the roughest part of the city. She was there because of an advertisement in the newspaper that had cryptically asked for a meeting with her. She had nothing better to do that evening, so had decided to turn up and see what happened.

To an onlooker the sight of a small young black girl sitting alone in a biker's bar wearing a skintight red leather cat suit would be a recipe for trouble. The clientele were the roughest denizens of the streets, and would think nothing of dragging a unprotected young girl into an ally and raping her. However the bartender knew of this particular girl, and when any of his regulars seemed to be deciding to go over to her table, he quickly caught their eye and shook his head in warning.

The two young bucks that were too drunk to heed his warning had indeed gone over to her, and stroked her pretty face whilst making obscene suggestions to her. The bartender watched unconcerned as he saw them both walk into the men's toilet, and a few minutes later emerge with a blank look and their heads soaking wet.

Demoness was a fantastically powerful Coercer; you only had to touch her, or her touch you, for her to be able to order you to do anything. She could, and often had, ordered men to die. Upon this order their hearts would cease beating, and they would drop dead in front of her.

Luckily for these young drunks she was in a playful mood, and had simply ordered them to go into the men's toilets, stick their heads in the loo and flush it. Then she had ordered them to forget they had ever spoken to her, and to keep away from her for the rest of the night.

She was sipping her drink and thinking of getting another one. Her name was Mandy and she never had to pay for anything, she simply told the bartender that she had already paid and he believed it. She looked up when a tall Arabian man approached her table. He prudently stood still when he realised she had seen him, and waited for her to beckon him forward.

Demoness noticed that the man was wearing a full-length leather coat and leather gloves. This was obviously an attempt to protect himself against her coercion. 'I see you know something about me,' she said coolly ' it appears that you have cleverly nullified my power. You are obviously a very clever man' she continued.

'Call me Mr. Johnson, I pride myself on being prepared for most occasions,' he replied shortly. He was an Arab terrorist and had no time for the weaker sex. He wouldn't have lowered himself to be here talking to a woman unless he had been ordered to do so by his cell leader. This silly little girl's vaunted power; could be avoided by a simple pair of gloves; he despised her misplaced arrogance.

'Crusher, if you please,' said Demoness clearly. Johnson suddenly felt himself held firmly from behind, as a hulking great brute of a biker had come up behind him and wrapped his muscular tattooed arms around him pinning him to his chair. Demoness leaned forward and brushed her fingers across Johnson's cheek.

'Sit still Mr. Johnson do not move or speak,' she ordered. Mandy had previously positioned various members of the biker gang around the bar after putting them under her spell. Crusher just happened to be the closest, and had served his purpose. There was no need for him now, so she sent him back to his interrupted drink.

Inside his mind Mr. Johnson was screaming in frustrated rage, his body was no longer under his control. Demoness sat back comfortably, and told Mr. Johnson to tell her everything he knew concerning her and his plans for her. She listened intently as he told her everything. 

He was a Warrior of Islam, and had intended to offer her lots of money to work for them. They would then capture her and use her milk to give his group the power of Coercion. They were then going to coerce someone close to the President, to act as a suicide bomber and kill him.

Mandy then asked him what they would do with her when this had been done. He explained that she would be too dangerous to be allowed to live, and it was arranged that she be killed. She then asked him if he was alone. He wasn't alone; outside the bar on the roof of the opposite building was a sniper, with orders to kill her as she exited unless he was given a code word from Mr. Johnson.

'Very clever, if I didn't fall in with you I would be killed to shut me up,' commented Mandy. 'Any other things I should know about?' she pressed. She was surprised when he told he that he was wearing a suicide vest and only had to trip a switch on his belt to kill her and everyone in the bar.

Cold-blooded killer that she was, Demoness was taken aback by the sincerity in the man's voice. He would kill himself and her without hesitation; she had to grudgingly admire such misplaced dedication to his cause. She herself had no morals that she knew about, and would sell out anyone if it served her purposes.

Her first impulse was to kill him, after of course making him give the sniper the correct code. However Demoness had a secret that she would kill to protect. The secret was simply that she was in love. The person she loved however was a straight arrow, and Demoness needed a present to give her that would encourage her to look kindly on Mandy.




Superheroines Bk. 09



She realised that handing Shiva two terrorists complete with their plans, was better than a bunch of flowers. No one in the world knew that Demoness loved Shiva, not even Shiva. They had experienced a sort of mind meld, when she had helped Shiva to deflect the killer meteor from the city. Mandy had seen the soul of Shilpa, and had fallen in love with her on the spot. 

Shiva was everything that Demoness wasn't, it was said that opposites attract and she was certainly attracted to Shiva. 'Give the sniper the correct code and tell him to come here to escort me to your base,' she commanded. Johnson had no choice but to comply, and after a few minutes a man walked into the bar carrying a black holdall. Demoness stood up and smiling at him, kissed him on the cheek.

She told him to freeze, and got Crusher to frisk him. He also had a suicide belt, and she had Crusher relieve them of these and the other weapons that they had concealed about their persons. When she was convinced that they were as harmless as possible, Demoness told them to follow her and walked out of the door. Although both men were trying to fight her Coercion, they were helpless and followed her obediently. Demoness had a will of iron, and her Power had been forged from pain and humiliation. Their minds were totally dominated by her power, and she told them to lead her to their van and drive to SHHQ.

Mort was on duty this evening; she often covered the night shift at Super Human Headquarters. It was usually quiet, and she was no danger to the rare out of hour's visitor, as she wore her glasses and gloves. She had been told that looking into her mirrored glasses gave people the shivers. She shrugged when she heard this, if she didn't wear those glasses then the people looking at her eyes would die. Mort was the Angel of Death, and consequently had no fear of anyone in the world.

Be that as it may when she saw Demoness walking towards her, she instinctively reached up to touch her glasses. Mort could stun anyone just by looking at them, and if she actually touched them with her hands they would die. 'Stop right there Demoness, not another step or I will drop you where you stand,' she warned. Although Mort was rarely mentioned in the media, Demoness knew about her power through a mutual friend called Caroline. 

This woman was Mort's lover, and Mandy's next-door neighbour. Mandy had moved next door to Caroline when she had discovered that she was a friend of Mort and Joy. ' Do not be concerned Mort, I am here as a Super Human, and these two men are terrorists that I have captured. I need to see Shiva, to inform her of their plans and impart certain information she needs to know,' explained Demoness coming to a halt as ordered.

Mort really wished that Verity were on call; she would know for certain that this wasn't a trap. 'If these men are terrorists why are they handing themselves over?' she asked. Demoness snorted in derision, 'They have no choice in the matter, they will do as I say and that is all there is to it.' Mandy was disappointed; she had hoped that Shiva would have been there so she could have presented her with her gift. 'Please contact Shiva, I will wait in a secure room with these men until she arrives,' said Mandy reluctantly.

Mort was surprised, the dreaded Demoness saying 'Please', this must be important. Mort agreed to this, and escorted the group to a waiting room down the hall. Mort then contacted Shiva on her cell phone, and explained the situation.

Shilpa had just got out of her bath, and had been looking forward to a restful night in. However the mention of Demoness in SHHQ; made her frantically don her costume and call Verity, as she flew up into the sky and sped towards SHHQ. Demoness frightened Shiva, she alone knew how Mandy had come into her power and why. 

The girl was clinically insane and terribly powerful. In the moments when she had shared the mental connection with Mandy, Shiva had realised the depth of hurt and pain that had created this monster. Shiva's main worry was that Demoness would try and control her for some nefarious purpose. To protect herself, Shiva put into place a mental discipline she had been working on with the aid of Verity. 

The code word " Armour " caused a skintight mental force field to surround her body. This was invisible and permeable to air so that she could breath, but would prohibit anything from touching her. 

Verity assured her that this field driven by the colossal power of Shiva's mind would be able to protect her from everything from a butterfly landing on her skin, to a high velocity bullet. Not of course that she would want to test it to such a dramatic conclusion. As long as it would stop Demoness from touching her skin it would be enough.

Mort had opened the window of Shiva's office to facilitate her arrival, and she was soon walking down the corridor towards the waiting room. She was confronted by a strange tableau; Mort was standing guard over Demoness and two men of Arabic cast. 'Thank God you are here Shiva, this situation is out of my league,' said Mort.

'Hello Shiva, nice to see you again,' said Demoness smiling at the small golden woman. 'Hello Demoness, I must admit to being surprised to see you here,' replied Shiva politely. 'I have a present for you Shiva, these men are terrorists and I captured them for you,' Mandy stated proudly.

'What makes you think they are terrorists?' Mandy couldn't be bothered to go over all that the men had confessed, so simply told them to explain the entire plot to Shiva. Shiva stood stunned as the men told her of their plan from start to finish. Shiva now realised just how powerful Mandy was. 

These men were fundamentalist zealots who would happily die to keep their secrets. However under her compulsion they were spilling the beans without any sign of hesitation. Shiva had matured during the time she had been voted leader of the Super humans. Only recently she had killed an entire terrorist cell in order to keep the secret of Super heroines breast milk. 

It now seemed that the terrorists knew that it wasn't a myth, but a fact that their milk would confer their powers. As Shiva considered her next move, she heard Verity coming along the corridor. Just as Mort had breathed a sigh of relief when Shiva arrived, Shiva breathed a sigh of relief when Verity arrived.

Now the whole truth would be known, Verity was the most powerful Telepath in the world. She could read minds down to the id, and nothing could be hidden from her. Verity was another word for the truth, and she always knew the truth about a person.

Shiva greeted her warmly and explained the situation. 'Please scan these men and verify the truth,' asked Shiva. Verity had scanned many suspected terrorists on behalf of the Government, and knew what to expect before she started. However she was stunned to find that she couldn't read them. 

The only mind in their heads belonged to Demoness, her will totally suppressed the men's own minds. 'Er we seem to have a problem Shiva' said Verity, and explained about the effect of Demoness's Coercion. 'It appears that in order for Verity to read their minds you will have to release them,' said Shiva to the small red-garbed girl.

'These are extremely dangerous men Shiva, and if I release my compulsion they will try to kill us,' warned Demoness. 'Trust me dear girl, I will hold them whilst Verity reads them,' replied Shiva. Shiva stared at the men and Demoness released her iron grip on their minds.

Mr. Johnson regained control of his body and immediately went to lunge at the small red girl. He was crushed to realise that his body was now under the control of Shiva's power. Her mind held both the men rigid; it was as if they were coated in transparent steel. Their minds were now their own, and Verity went in and scanned deep.

While Verity was doing what she did best, Mandy was looking at Shilpa. Mandy knew a lot about Shiva including her real name, it was amongst the bits and pieces that had come across during the mind meld when they deflected the meteor. Shilpa was worthy of Mandy's love; she was honest and caring, and of course beautiful. 

She was also the same height, which meant a lot when you were only 5ft tall. Above all Shilpa was so fucking powerful. The very thought of such power, turned Mandy on in a big way. Mandy desperately wanted Shiva to like her and trust her, she had no friends at all and wanted to belong.

'It appears that Demoness was correct in every detail,' reported Verity as she finished her scan of the two men. Mandy bathed in the warmth of Shiva's smile as she turned towards her. 'Well done Demoness, as a fellow Super human I thank you on behalf of us all,' said Shiva. 'If I wasn't afraid of touching you I would give you a hug,' she whispered to the small girl.

'I would never coerce you Shiva, Never, I swear on that, please believe me. Ask Verity to check that I am telling the truth please,' begged Mandy. 'Demoness, if I scan you, I will know more about you than you may be comfortable with,' warned Verity. 'Rest assured however, that providing I discover nothing that will hurt Super humans, I would keep everything I learn a secret.' Mandy blushed as she realised what Verity was saying, but this could be the only chance she had of getting close to Shiva.

'I understand, please Verity scan me and see that I am telling the truth. I would never hurt Shiva I swear it,' she said firmly. Shiva watched as Verity's eyes went out of focus as she scanned Mandy's mind for the truth. Suddenly Verity gasped and groaned, as the truth about Demoness poured into her mind.

Shiva stepped towards Verity and held her steady in case she collapsed. This distraction enabled the two men to regain a small amount of freedom of movement. As one, they chose to bite down hard on a special tooth that had been inserted in their mouths for just such an occasion. Both their bodies stiffened as the deadly poison took effect and they willingly died for their cause. 

Verity pulled her mind out of Mandy's gratefully, she had been horrified at what she had found inside the small girls head. This explained a lot about Demoness, and what had created this feared Super villain. Verity was shaken, but managed to confirm that Demoness could be trusted not to harm Shiva.

It was only then that they realised they had lost their prisoners. Shiva cursed to herself and released her hold on the two bodies. Without her mind supporting them, the bodies of the terrorists slumped to the floor limp and lifeless. With the terrorist's dead and Demoness vouched for by Verity, Shiva invited them all to the hospitality room where they could fix themselves a drink and a snack if required.

The three women sat down together, Shiva had a coke whilst Verity and Demoness preferred a beer. Although trusting Verity; Shiva still maintained her force field. As it was invisible she didn't worry about upsetting Mandy by this demonstration of mistrust. Verity sipped her beer and considered the information she had learned from Mandy's mind scan. She had to write the information down as quickly as possible before she forgot any of it.

Verity's real name was Alexandra Armstrong. She was a beautiful young socialite, a tall slim Blonde with long shining hair, blue eyes and eye-catching breasts. Her father was Chester Armstrong, Mayor of the City, and one of the richest and most powerful men around.

The Gods had given her everything a young girl could possibly want. Then they went and spoilt it by giving her an extra gift, Telepathy. Alex, as she liked to be called was a Super human. Her gift had manifested itself at puberty, as did all Super humans. She wasn't an Empath; she wasn't someone who could subconsciously read body language. Alex was a full blown, fantastically powerful, Telepath. 

She had sometimes felt sorry for herself, poor little rich girl cursed with Telepathy. She now was disgusted with herself; compared to Mandy's life, hers was an earthly paradise. It wasn't just that Mandy had been gang raped and degraded in every way possible to a woman, that was bad enough. 

The worst thing was that Mandy had been abandoned by her family; long before that. She had survived like a rat in the city's sewers, before being captured by the gang that had then enslaved her for so long. It wasn't until she entered puberty and her power manifested, that she was able to kill her captors and escape. 

However they had been raping and degrading her for months prior to her becoming a woman, and had twisted her mind in the process. Mandy had been turned into a monster through no fault of her own, and Verity's heart was full of pity for the little girl she could have been. But what had shaken her the most was the fact that this twisted little girl loved Shiva. Deep down under the filth and sewage that filled Mandy's psyche, there had been a spark of love buried deep.

Verity held many secrets; she had devised a system inside her mind to hold them. She envisioned a row of cells with iron doors into which she placed all that she had learned from scanning a person. Their name was then put on the door and it was closed and locked. Only in this way could she operate without being swamped by other people's sins. She carefully created such a depository for the memories of Mandy, and closed the door on them until needed.

The men's memories she was in the process of transcribing onto her laptop for further study by Shiva, before she decided how much to pass on to the Government. Whilst Verity typed away on her keyboard; Shiva considered what to do about Mandy.

Shilpa liked Mandy; she had liked and respected her ever since Mandy had chosen to stand with her at ground zero during the meteor incident. She had risked her life to help protect Shilpa and the city. Without her timely intervention, Shiva might have weakened and been killed along with thousands of people. For that act of bravery, Shiva owed her a chance to prove herself. 

However the main problem with Demoness was that her sexual adventures ended in the death of her partners. True her partners were the scum of the earth, but they were still normal humans. She would have to stop killing people, if she was serious about joining Shiva's Sisters.

Strangely enough the police knew nothing about Demonesse's kills. They knew she was a thief, but as all her kills had been coerced suicides or heart attacks, none could be placed at her door. Shiva was no longer the squeaky clean Super heroine that she had been. Shilpa had killed humans, and this had coloured her recent judgements regarding Demoness, she was now less self-righteous.

Demoness and Shiva had both de-masked, as there were no more secrets between them. Verity kept hers on, as although Shiva knew her secret identity, no one else but her lover Dynamo did, and that's the way she wanted to keep it. Her father was Mayor of the City, and she didn't want him to discover that his precious daughter was the Super heroine Verity.

Shiva decided to give Mandy a chance, however Demoness would have to disappear. In her place would appear a new Super heroine, called Enchantress. She would need a completely new costume and would be a probationary Sister until she had convinced Shiva that she was serious about changing her ways. Shilpa put this idea to Mandy, and was pleased when the little girl squealed with delight and jumped around the room happily.

Now that was settled all Shiva had to worry about was what to do with the two bodies. Mandy had left the building to go and design and obtain her new costume and had promised to return in a few days. Shiva would have to wait for Verity's report before she could inform the Special Agent in charge of Terrorism. In the meantime she would have to store the bodies in the walk in freezer in the canteen. This done she flew back home to get some much-needed rest.

Tank and Amazon were fighting again; they were often fighting as Amazon's personality was aggressive in the extreme. This was the main reason she had stayed a virgin for so long. No normal man could stand against her physically or mentally. She was a very proud dominant woman, and until she finally met Tank she had been uncontrollable.

Amazon loved fighting Tank; she was so strong and powerful that she had to be very careful when fighting normal humans. If she used her full rage fuelled strength, she could easily kill a normal human. She had been known to punch clear through a solid oak door that had been two inches thick before it got in the way of Amazon. This restraint infuriated her, and she often came back from a patrol seething with unused energy.

Tank grunted as her iron hard fist slammed into his stomach with all the massive power of her muscular body behind it. He responded by backhanding her across the gymnasium, as he rubbed his belly to ease the sting. Looking down at his belly was a mistake, as Amazon had rolled with his blow. Using the wall of the gym as a platform she had launched herself straight back at him. 

He looked up just in time to receive a smashing blow to his chest, and he fell over backwards with Amazon on top of him. In order to distract her and gain a few seconds, he reached up and ripped off her Kevlar halter that constrained her large firm breasts. 'Bastard!!' she screamed and brought her fist back to slam him on the chin. 

However this tactic had given Tank time to set himself, and grasping her around her waist he threw her bodily over his head and away from him. With a flex of his oak thick legs he sprang back to his feet and faced his enraged lover as she hurled herself back into the fray. Amazon was really enjoying herself, despite being thrown around the gym like a rag doll.

She could throw off all restraint when she fought Tank, she could hit him with every bit of her Super human strength and know that she wouldn't kill him. Kill him? she wasn't even sure that she hurt him, let alone came anywhere near killing him. Tank was accepted as the world's strongest man. He was gigantic, and looked like a Tanned version of the comic book Hulk. He was a bit taller than she was, but more than twice her weight. 

His shoulders were wide and massively muscled. His whole body was stocky, and his legs were pillars of muscle. He was only wearing a pair of shorts. He used to wear leather shorts, but he had recently upgraded to Kevlar after an embarrassing incident with a bomb. He was almost indestructible but his shorts hadn't been.

He had been in the same situation as Amazon; he was so big and strong that he couldn't risk making love to a normal human. Another problem was to do with his looks. Although Amazon was Super strong she was still a good-looking woman. She was 6ft 6" tall and built like a brick shithouse. 220 lb of solid muscle all packed into a beautiful female body. Her face was attractive rather than pretty, her eyes were a stormy grey. She had the overdeveloped breasts of the female Super human, they were barely restrained by her halter.

She wore a loincloth with nothing underneath; Amazon didn't do panties. Often in a brawl her breasts would burst out of their restraints, and her loincloth would be ripped off exposing her hairy pubes and naked ass to all and sundry. Amazon didn't give a shit; she regarded her tits and ass as distractions for her foes, and had often taken advantage of this in a battle.

Her pubic hair was thick and wiry and as black as the hair on her head. She also had matching underarm hair; Amazon didn't do shaving. A pair of tough leather sandals finished off her costume, if indeed it could be called that. Amazon carried no weapons; she was the weapon.

She had been compared to the comic book heroine Wonder woman. She was nothing like that well brought up lady, and she didn't have a magic lasso. If she wanted the bad guy to tell her the truth, she simply kept hitting him until he did.




Superheroines Bk. 09



In comparison Tank was to be brutally honest, a monster. He was over seven feet tall and seemed to be the same wide. His face was plain to homely, and had been compared to a bronze bust of a Greek god that had been run over by a bulldozer. Luckily Amazon didn't care about his looks, she loved his personality, and it helped that he was hung like a horse. She was a big woman, and needed a big man in every way.

She hurled herself at him and tried to pull down his shorts, to distract him as he had distracted her. However he was ready for this trick, and grabbing her grasping hands he spun around and slammed her into the wall. Such was the impact that it stunned her for a few seconds, and he used this time to rip off her loincloth exposing her naked ass to his eyes.

She growled in fury as she felt herself being bent over. Amazon howled in rage as she felt his hard cock thrusting between her naked legs and deep into her vagina. Hands that could crush boulders held her firmly, despite her most strenuous efforts to escape his sexual assault on her naked body.

She was grunting at the shock of his powerful strokes as he fucked her mercilessly. Her growls of rage turned into moans of pleasure; as she was mastered and controlled by his superior strength. This was what she needed, a good work out, followed by a great fucking. 

Tank was too big and clumsy to make gentle love to a woman, but he could certainly fuck her, and proceeded to do so with enthusiasm. Amazon loved him with all her loyal heart, and blessed the fate that had brought them together. In fact it had been Demoness that had brought them together, and Amazon still owed her one for it.

The gym echoed her screams of pleasure as she orgasmed for him, and only then he release his own semen deep into her womb. Afterwards they just lay on the floor happy and exhausted, Tank was cuddling his woman and thinking how lucky he was to have her. Amazon was wondering what Demoness was up to these days.

Mandy was as close to being happy as she had ever been, she was going to be the Enchantress and was choosing her new costume carefully. She was a small black girl, very pretty when she chose to smile, which was rarely. She would have loved to be able to wear a long flowing white gown similar to those the Greek goddess's were portrayed as wearing. 

However, she was simply too short to carry something like that off. Her old costume of skin-tight red leather wouldn't do, and she had to make a complete break from her old alias. She decided to go with the white leather cat suit with a white cloak. Mandy had become comfortable with a leather cat suit and thought she may as well stay with what she knew.

She wore golden high-heeled boots to try and gain a few inches, but as her power was mainly in her hands she dispensed with gloves or gauntlets. However to mislead her future enemies she also intended to use a wand to give the impression that her power was magical. She chose a small golden wand as her logo to represent her power. She finished it off with a golden eye mask to hide her face.

When she was satisfied with her new outfit she instructed the well known designer who had created it for her to forget all about it, and go about her day as usual. She couldn't wait to show Shiva her new identity.

Dynamo, Blaze and Mist were dining out at " Renaldo's ", a restaurant that had become something of a gathering place for Super humans. The place was packed with Super humans and those normal humans that wanted to be seen with them. 

There was a rumour that Renaldo was a Super human, but he would never admit or deny this. The three girls at the table didn't know or indeed care; they came here for the same reason as everyone else. The food was good and plentiful, and the service was caring and prompt.

Blaze and Mist were still an item, and were often touching each other fondly. Dynamo was still involved with Verity, who was on duty tonight. All three of them looked up, as a hush settled on the busy restaurant. All eyes were turned towards the entrance and it was obvious why.

The Lady Shiva had just entered, and beside her were Verity, and a new Super Human that no one had ever seen before. Shiva was wearing her golden skin-tight costume that made it appear that she was naked and covered in golden paint. Her modesty cape helped to preserve some of her modesty from the rear, but did nothing to hide her large firm breasts with her prominent nipples. It was a mystery to those who worked with Shiva, that such a straight-laced young woman would actually wear such a daring costume.

Verity was as usual wearing her white cat suit with cape, and looked her aristocratic self. She was one of the city's most eligible heiresses and it showed in the self assured way that she held herself.

Walking between them was a small woman the same height as Shiva. She was obviously African American, and was wearing a white leather cat suit and carried a golden wand. Renaldo himself came bustling over to greet his most famous guest.

'Lady Shiva, what a great honour for my humble restaurant, welcome. Welcome also to you Verity, and who is this charming young lady with you?' he asked the question that was on all their minds. 'Hello Renaldo, thank you for your kind words,' replied Shiva politely. 'May I introduce the Super human "Enchantress", she has recently joined my Sisters and I am sure you will be hearing a lot about her soon,' she said.

Renaldo took Enchantress's hand and kissed it gallantly. Nodding and smiling at those she knew, and some that she didn't, Shiva Verity and Enchantress, went over to join the three girls at their table. Shiva had been pleased at the effort Mandy had taken in her new identity, and intended to give her every chance to prove herself. To that end she had decided not to tell anyone that Enchantress had once been Demoness.

She regretted not taking her Sisters into her confidence, but knew that a secret was impossible to keep if too many knew about it. She wanted to give Mandy a clean start in her new identity. In answer to their question 'What is your power?' Mandy just giggled and replied 'Magic'.

Shiva didn't drink alcohol, and Mandy had decided to emulate her secret love and also was content to sip a soft drink during the evening. Unfortunately one of the normal humans who were there that evening was a drinker, and had imbibed enough alcohol to give him the nerve to approach their table. He was a freelance reporter, and had come to Renaldo's seeking a story that he could sell to the papers. This new Super heroine seemed to be the perfect chance for a scoop. 

He was as polite as a drunk could be, and asked if Enchantress could give a demonstration of her power for those in the restaurant. Mandy looked at Shiva for permission and Shiva nodded. 'I'd be pleased too' said Enchantress shaking the reporters hand. 'You are a very good singer and I know that you really want to sing a song for The Lady Shiva. 

The rest of these people also want to hear you sing, so nice and clearly please' said Enchantress, tapping the enthralled man on his shoulder with her wand. The reporter had a very nice voice and without any sign of nervousness sang a love song made popular by Doris Day years ago. It was called 'Secret Love' and he sang it unaccompanied to Shiva. 

He was very good, and when he had finished the audience applauded him. Enchantress giggled with delight and kissed him on the cheek, whispering that he was to go back to his table and not bother them again. The man stumbled off happily, and the next day wrote a very good piece welcoming the new Super heroine to the city.

Shiva was very pleased at the way Mandy had handled the situation, and praised Enchantress in front of the rest of the girls. She still had a few misgivings about Mandy. The main one was her sexual predation amongst the men that lived in the roughest parts of the city. She had told Mandy that these excursions must stop immediately, and warned her that if she strayed Verity would know.

Shiva knew that if it became known by the humans that Mandy had been killing them, then all hell would break loose and their cause would suffer an enormous setback. Mandy had promised Shiva that she wouldn't kill any more men for sex, and Verity had sensed that she meant to keep her promise.

Shiva was enjoying this rare chance to socialise, she led a serious life and it was nice to sit back and let the hubbub of chatter wash over her. Enchantress was getting on fine with the rest of her Sisters, and things seemed to be going well. Again the crowd in the restaurant fell silent as another Super human entered.

This time it was Angel, she was beautiful, stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a white gown and looked just like a storybook Angel. When she judged that everyone in the room was looking at her, she raised her arms and smiled at them. 'Bless you all,' she said clearly, and flapped her beautiful white feathered wings gently.

'Shiva, shield us, NOW,' screamed Verity in a panic. Verity alone knew what Angel was doing; it was Verity who had enabled Angel to control her pheromone production. However she had given her a trigger to release them into the air. That trigger was the phrase ' Bless you' and Angel had just used it.

Verity knew that a cloud of pheromones was now filling the room, and that all those who breathed it in would be under Angel's spell. Shiva expanded her personal force field to include her sisters sitting around her. It was to no avail; by it's very nature her force field was permeable to air so that she could breathe. Angel's pheromones wafted straight through it, and they were under her spell.

Angel stood with her arms stretched out in blessing as the entire room looked upon her with love and devotion. She had heard that Shiva was here, and knew that for her plan to work she would need Shiva's support. Looking into Shiva's eyes she knew she had it, Shiva loved her as did all in the room. This was as it should be; she was an Angel after all.

To be continued...



Superheroines Bk. 10



WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.

If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. 

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There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.

Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. 

On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. 

As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. 

Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.

These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.

They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple

If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.

If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Angel

Shiva and a few of her Sisters were relaxing in Renaldo's restaurant, when another Super human entered.

This time it was Angel, she was beautiful, stunningly beautiful. 

She was wearing a white gown and looked just like a storybook Angel.

When she judged that everyone in the room was looking at her, she raised her arms and smiled at them.

'Bless you all,' she said clearly, and flapped her beautiful white-feathered wings gently.

'Shiva, shield us, NOW,' screamed Verity in a panic.

Verity alone knew what Angel was doing; it was Verity who had enabled Angel to control her pheromone production. 

However she had given her a trigger to release them into the air. 

That trigger was the phrase ' Bless you' and Angel had just used it.

Verity knew that a cloud of pheromones was now filling the room, and that all those who breathed it in would be under Angel's spell.

Shiva expanded her personal force field to include her sisters sitting around her. 

It was to no avail; by it's very nature her force field was permeable to air so that she could breathe. 

Angel's pheromones wafted straight through it, and they were under her spell.

Angel stood with her arms stretched out in blessing as the entire room looked upon her with love and devotion.

She had heard that Shiva was here, and knew that for her plan to work she would need Shiva's support.

Looking into Shiva's eyes she knew she had it, Shiva loved her as did all in the room.

This was as it should be; she was an Angel after all.

Verity was the only one in the room who knew what was happening but there was no time to do anything to stop the cloud of pheromones that was filling the room.

Then she realised that she was worrying over nothing, it was Angel and she was good. 

'I love you all,' said Angel clearly.

'We love you Angel,' the people replied sincerely. 

'I want you to do something for me please,' asked Angel of the roomful of people.

'I want you to be nice and law-abiding and make this city a nice place to live. 

Will you do that for me please?' she asked.

'Yes Angel,' they all chorused as one.

Angel smiled at them all and walked over to Shiva.

'Hello Shiva, it's lovely to see you again,' she said smiling at the leader of the Super humans.

'Hello Angel, it's really lovely to see you again, I still remember the last time we met,' said Shiva blushing.

'Don't be embarrassed Shiva, love is what we need more of, and I intend to make this city a better place. 

However I will need your help and that of your sisters.'

'You know that you only have to ask, I will do anything to help you,' said Shiva looking into Angel's eyes adoringly.

'Well for a start I would really love you and all the Super humans to come to my church for a meeting. 

I have something to say to you all, and it is meet that I say this in a church. 

Can you have them all there tomorrow night please?'

'Certainly Angel, is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?' asked Shiva, wishing that she was alone with her first and only lover.

'When the Super humans have heard my message, we will get together and talk about old times,' promised Angel.

'I must be off now, so many people and only one of me,' said Angel as she turned from the table and walked out of the room.

As she walked across the room all those nearest to her held out their hands to touch her.

The door closed behind her, and as one the people groaned in disappointment.

The evening continued, but without the presence of Angel it seemed a bit pointless.

Shiva was distracted, seeing Angel again had brought back wonderful memories of her first sexual experience. 

She had made love to Angel, and Angel had made love to her. 

She was a virgin, and knew that Angel was a virgin, and the taste of Angel's virgin pussy was exquisite. 

That first meeting had resulted in both of them experiencing their first ever orgasm. 

She could still remember the feel Angel's tongue on her own labia, and she realised that she was soaking wet between her legs.

Making her excuses she left the party, and flew swiftly to her apartment.

Once behind closed doors, Shilpa did something that she had never done in her life.

She stripped naked and lay on her bed, closing her eyes she allowed her mind to recall that first sexual experience with Angel.

Angel had come into her office and Shilpa had never seen such a beautiful creature.

Her power was Love, and it had certainly worked on Shiva.

'Stand up please and open your wings as wide as you can,' Shiva had asked walking around her desk and standing in front of Angel.

Shilpa was enthralled at the sight of this beautiful creature; she was like something from a fairy tale.

Just looking at her semi-naked body with those large firm white breasts, had made her feel uncomfortably hot.

Shiva had run her hands down Angel's wings, feeling the softness of the brilliant white feathers. 

Shiva was feeling very strange, and became aware that her pussy felt damp and hot.

Then she had lifted each of Angel's heavy breasts, and inspected them closely. 

'Yes you definitely have our breasts' she had murmured, brushing her finger across Angel's swollen nipples. 

Angel gasped as her nipples reacted to Shiva's touch, by hardening and sticking out like strawberries.

Shiva had rolled the hardening nipples between her fingers and squeezed them gently.

Shilpa had then switched her attention to Angel's pubic region.

'Open your legs for me please,' she had asked quietly.

Angel opened her legs, and Shiva knelt down so her face was on the same level as Angel's pubes.

Angel twitched as Shiva pulled her thong to one side to expose her feathered pussy.

'Hmmm very unusual, may I ask if you are a Virgin?' Shiva had asked studying angel's pubes intently.

'Er yes I am, I never had any sexual drive at all until this happened,' Angel had confessed.

Angel had blushed prettily as she felt Shiva's fingers parting her feathered pubes, to expose her cunt lips and clitoris.

'How does this feel?' asked Shiva as she lightly rubbed her finger over Angel's clitoris.

Angela had groaned as fantastically pleasurable sensations radiated out from Shiva's caresses. 

Shilpa's mind seemed to have gone into a sexual loop, she found Angel's virgin cunt fascinating. 

She sniffed it, rubbing her nose over her feathered pubes sucking Angel's erotic scent deep into her lungs.

She sensed Angel opening her legs wider, and thrusting her now juicy cunt towards her in invitation.

Shiva had never slipped her finger up her own pussy, but after gently parting Angel's labia, she inserted her finger and massaged the inside of Angel's now soaking wet cunt.

Angel moaned in frustration, as Shiva's finger brushed over her G-spot and brought her to the brink of orgasm.

She gasped in disappointment, as Shiva pulled her finger out of her and stood up.

'Please turn around and bend over the chair,' she had said quietly.

Angel nearly knocked the small woman over with her wings, as she rushed to comply.

Shiva found herself presented with the most beautiful naked ass she had ever seen. 

She hadn't actually seen a naked ass before, but this shouldn't detract from the perfection of Angels.

The upper part of her buttocks was now connected to the base of her wings, but the lower part was pert and firm. 

Shiva had the urge to sink her teeth into those beautiful ass cheeks, and leave her mark on this sexy young virgin.

She saw the string that held Angel's thong together and snapped it, causing it to fall away leaving her ass naked for her inspection.

Instead of biting Angel's bottom, she gently parted her ass cheeks to expose the little pink rose of her anus to her gaze.

She lent forward and kissed it tenderly, before running her tongue around the puckered ring of sensitive flesh. 

Angel cried out in passion, as she felt Shiva's tongue exploring her most private of places. 

She thrust her ass towards Shiva, and closed her eyes in pleasure as she rubbed her naked ass over Shipa's face.

Shilpa was transported with lust and as this beautiful naked young ass was pushed into her face, she thrust her tongue deep into Angel's open cunt.

Angel groaned and moaned as Shiva licked and sucked on her cunt lips.

Then she couldn't take any more, and with a scream of ecstasy she orgasmed for the first time in her life.

Shiva's mouth was suddenly filled with the hot cunt juices of the young woman. 

Instead of flinching away, she had grabbed hold of Angel's slim hips and held her ass tight against her face. 

As fast as the juices spurted out of Angels vagina, Shiva was sucking and swallowing it. 

The flood was so great, that a lot of it splashed out and over Shiva's face and businesslike white shirt.

Shiva hadn't worn a bra that day, and Angels copious cunt juices soaked into her white cotton shirt. 

This revealed her breasts and nipples, as if she was in a wet tee shirt contest,

'Step back and kneel down please' she had said, licking her lips to get the last drops of Angel's cum.

Shilpa's cunt had been on fire, and she needed Angel to do something to ease her need.

Angel had compiled in a daze, and knelt down with the waves of her first orgasm still running through her body.

She had watched as Shiva took her place by the chair with her ass to her.

Shilpa had been wearing a business skirt, and unclasped the belt and let it drop to the floor. 

Shilpa had then pulled down her sensible white cotton knickers, to expose her naked bottom. 

Shilpa was a very prim and proper woman when she wasn't being Shiva. 

She dressed very conservatively and always wore knickers.

Her knickers were now soaked at the crutch for the first time in her life. 

Before her knickers had hit the ground, Angela had grasped Shilpa's hips and pulled her ass back towards her eager tongue.

Shilpa also had a tight little anus that had never been near a man's cock. Angela had kissed and licked it, she had tried to thrust her tongue into it but it was far too tight.

Instead she gripped Shilpa's labia, and pulled her cunt lips apart to expose her wet cunt to her tongues invasion. 

Angela had licked and sucked Shilpa's wet cunt with abandon. 

Shilpa's puritan upbringing had been fighting this flood of sensation. 

As if sensing this, Angela had thrust her two fingers deep into Shipa's cunt and ass simultaneously. 

This unexpected invasion of both her virgin holes slammed Shilpa into her first ever orgasm. 

She had screamed out loud as her cunt exploded with hot juices, soaking Angela's face.

The force of her orgasm weakened her knees and dropped Shilpa to the floor to join Angela. 

They had kissed passionately their hands exploring each other's bodies.

They were murmuring words of love and desire and Shilpa had never been happier in her life.

All these memories flooded back into Shilpa's mind, as she lay naked on her lonely bed. 

Her cunt was burning with need, and her fingers were rubbing it furiously to imitate Angel's fingers.

This was the first time she had ever masturbated in her life. 

Her parent's had never told her not to, but then again they had never mentioned sexual topics at all. 

She had just understood that only dirty girls ever touched themselves " Down There " 

Well she was certainly touching herself down there now. 

Her fingers felt fantastic as they stimulated her clitoris. 

Shilpa had to use her fingers, as she had never in her life even thought about acquiring a vibrator.

She screamed in ecstasy, as the second orgasm of her life ripped through her body and mind.

Her body convulsed as waves of illicit pleasure washed through her. 

She curled up into a ball, and imagined Angel kissing her between her legs again.

She was now aware that she loved Angel and wanted to be with her always. 

She was so lucky that Angel had chosen to be her lover; she needed her and wondered where she was.

Angel was doing her rounds; it wasn't easy becoming a Goddess. 

First she had to expose her people to her pheromones, this prepared them for further persuasion to her cause.

She had perfected her technique at the church; she had a captive audience so to speak.

Angel had found that repeated exposure to her power caused a deep and abiding need of her that verged on love. 

She thought that it was more a case of addiction to her pheromones, but the effect was the same. 

After a while those exposed to her wanted to please her in any way she asked. 

At first she had simply asked that they were generous in their donations to the church. 

This simple request had increased the amount of donations by 100% and the Rev. Barry Whiteman had been very impressed.

Angel's mother Mary had discovered that the Church of the Immaculate Angel was worth millions of dollars, and owned prime land in and around the city.

Mary was very interested in getting a piece of this action, and was already thinking of buying a new house in the country.

Knowing that her mother was very money oriented, Angela hadn't discussed her plan with her.

Angel planned nothing less than the elimination of all crime in the city. The main problem with her power was that it didn't work on television. Seeing and hearing her wasn't enough, she had to be face to face with her converts so that her pheromones could do their work.

This was why she needed Shiva in her camp, with her to organise the Super humans it would be easier to influence them. 

When they congregated in the church tomorrow, Angel would convert them all to her vision.

She knew that Shiva would fall quickly, as this had been her second exposure to Angel's power.

Thinking of this, reminded Angela that Shiva was in fact the only person she had ever made love to. 

Angela was still a virgin despite her sexual power. 

If Angela had known where Shiva lived she would have been tempted to fly over and see her. 

In order to really combat crime Angel would have to enter the gangland parts of the city. 

She knew she would need the protection of Super heroines, if she were to get out of there intact.

She now had the Rev. Barry Whiteman in the palm of her hand. 

He was convinced that she was indeed the reincarnation of the Immaculate Angel, and did whatever she asked.

He had arranged for a helicopter to fly her over the city in a few days time, so she could spread her power without the effort of flying. 

This would certainly speed things up and she was looking forward to it.

This reminded Angela that she was now tired and hungry, and she flew back to her mother.

Mort was getting edgy; she was missing her lover Caroline badly. 

It was all very well seeing her when Joy accompanied her, but seeing her wasn't enough. 

She wanted to make love to her, and couldn't do that while Joy was there with them.

The other Super heroines were still shunning her; it was her aura of negativity that kept them away. 

Wearing her mirrored glasses and leather gloves ensured that she wouldn't accidentally hurt or kill anyone. 

However they did nothing to alleviate her deadly aura. 

Only the presence of the Super human Joy, counteracted this negative force. 

Joy's power was Life and healing, and being in her presence defused Mort's deadly power.

Consequently Mort kept to herself a lot and brooded about the unfairness of fate.

She never heard the news about Angel's meeting, being too concerned about her own problems.

Like most Super heroes and heroines she always had a police scanner operating in the room. 

It kept them informed of any crimes or disasters that may need to assistance of a Super human.

A police bulletin was reporting a shoot out between the cops and a gang of bank robbers. 

A cop had already been shot and a Swat team had been called in to capture or take out the criminals.

The bank was very near to the SHHQ building, and on impulse Mort grabbed her hooded black cloak and ran out into the night.

The cops were having a very hard time of it; they were armed with the standard police revolver and a few riot shotguns. 

The bank robbers were armed with AK47's and were not afraid to use them. 

The cops were cowering behind their squad cars, as a barrage of bullets smashed into the steel bodies of the cars smashing window glass and bursting tyres.

The senior cop thought he noticed a small slackening in the almost constant firing from the bank. 

'I think they are finally running out of ammo,' he shouted to his men as they huddled behind whatever cover they could find.

These were not ordinary bank robbers; they were a terrorist cell and needed funds. 

Equipped with automatic rifles and suicide belts, they were determined to rob the bank and kill anyone that stood in their way.

The bank was surrounded, and there was a cop covering the back entrance in case the robbers tried to leave that way.

All the action was at the front of the building, and he was a bit disappointed to be here on guard instead of at the front fighting the robbers.

He was a fit young man and very strong, however suddenly he felt very ill. 

Without any fuss he collapsed onto the floor, and didn't notice a black-cloaked figure step over him and enter the rear door of the bank.

Mort was discovering various aspects of her power as she went along. Her touch could kill, her stare could kill, her aura made people feel ill. 

She could now by an effort of will, send her aura in a sort of beam towards a specific target and cause the person to faint away. 

This is what she had done to the cop. 

He was unconscious but otherwise unhurt, as soon as she was out of range he would recover.

She was now inside the bank, and as she walked quietly along a corridor she sent her aura ahead of her like a cloud of poisonous gas.

The terrorist guarding the rear of the building was having the same thoughts as the cop. 

He was a religious fundamentalist and wanted to fight the enemy, not guard the rear. 

He was distracted by the sound of gunfire from the front of the bank, and didn't notice the black-cloaked figure advancing towards him along the dark corridor.

He started to feel cold and nauseous, and tore his eyes away from the gun flashes to look towards the rear door. 

He had time to register the presence of a hooded figure, before he made the mistake of looking into its eyes.

His hands relaxed, and the AK47 fell from his numb fingers and clattered on the floor. 

He tried to scream out a warning to his comrades, but the eyes of this apparition were sucking the life and soul from his body. 




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He stood helpless, as Death approached and laid its hand on his face.

Every drop of life left his body, and it disintegrated into dust.

Mort gasped as she received his soul, but she was still hungry and stepping over the mall pile of dust she continued towards the front of the bank.

The leader of the cell was getting ready to leave the bank. 

He had gathered the hostages into the front of the bank, and had packed the money into backpacks that were now being worn by his men. 

All that remained was to strap a suicide belt to one of the young girl tellers, and send her out to the police. 

Once the cops surrounded her, he would detonate her belt by his remote control trigger killing her and all those around her. 

In the confusion he and his team would make their escape. 

Once they were clear of the bank, another explosive device would detonate and destroy the front of the bank and all those left behind.

It was a good plan and should work, he had been hot and sweating as he organised everything and was suddenly aware that it was getting cold in the room. 

The volume of firing from his men slackened, as they started to feel shaky and cold. 

Mort couldn't just take out the terrorists, as they were in the same room as the hostages. 

She had to accept that everyone in the room had to be incapacitated regardless of who they were.

As she approached everyone was shaking with a numbing cold, and were dropping to the floor helplessly.

Only the leader realised that they were under attack, and if he had been wearing his suicide belt he would have triggered it. 

However it was his belt that he had placed on the girl, and he had yet to reset his trigger to active it remotely. 

He tried to adjust the controls of the trigger but his fingers wouldn't obey him, and it dropped to the floor followed by his unconscious body.

The room was silent as the guns ceased firing; the terrorists were all unconscious as were the hostages.

Mort moved amongst them like the Angel of Death touching each terrorist. 

As she passed their bodies turned to dust as she absorbed their life energy. 

Soon they were all gone, only small piles of dust remained to show that they ever existed.

Mort was full of life energy, and for the moment satiated.

Her mission accomplished, she picked up one of the backpacks stuffed with cash and left the way she had come in. 

Stepping over the stirring body of the young cop, she disappeared into the night heading for Caroline's home.

The SWAT team arrived and were very cautious as they approached the silent building. 

When they finally entered they found only the hostages recovering consciousness. 

There was no sign of the robbers and they could only presume that they had escaped. 

What was a puzzle was the fact that the money had been left on the floor, along with piles of clothes and shoes.

The important thing was that the hostages were safe, and the money was safe. 

Well done the SWAT team, case closed.

Mort knocked on the door of Caroline's apartment, and smiled as her lover threw herself into her arms.

Caroline was surprised not to see Joy with Mort, but accepted the fact without question. 

It wasn't until much later that Mort remembered the backpack, and picking it up from the floor placed it on the table. 

'This is for you Caroline; regard it as housekeeping money. 

I earned it fair and square,' said Pamela smiling at her only love.

Angel sincerely wanted to end all crime in the city; she also believed that she had been given her power to achieve this great task. 

She was toying with the idea of becoming a Goddess, as she honestly thought this would be the most efficient way of convincing the people to become good honest souls.

However Angel was still a young woman and subject to a young woman's needs and desires. 

Her sexual desires were distracting her mind from this great vision, and she realised that what she needed was simply a good fucking to clear her mind.

Who to choose was her current problem, there were quite a few good-looking studs in her church. 

She finally decided on a tall dark and handsome Latino man named Manuel.

He had the looks of a film star and the body of a dancer, she had made him one of her personal guardians and he had been exposed to her power more than once.

All that was needed was to invite him into her private rooms in the grounds of the church, and subject him to a concentrated dose of her pheromones. 

Manuel was bursting with pride at being invited into Angel's presence. He was one of her most fervent supporters, and had worshipped her from afar as had everyone in the church.

He wondered what she wanted him to do, whatever it was he would do it for her. 

He was so devoted that if she had asked him to jump off the roof of the church he would have happily done this, and he would have sung her praises as he fell to his death.

'Welcome Manuel, thank you for coming to see me,' said Angel smiling her beautiful smile solely at him.

She was so transcendently beautiful, the sun seemed to shine out of her face and he bathed in her presence.

Angel was naked and she was the epitome of sexual beauty.

'I am so lonely Manuel, I constantly give out love but I find myself needing love also. 

I have chosen you to give me the love and affection that I need to continue my great work. 

Will you love me Manuel, I need you to love me' she whispered, staring into his eyes as she slowly wafted her pheromones towards him.

Manuel's heart nearly exploded with love for her, and with a groan he sank to his knees in front of her.

With a warm smile Angel glided towards him until her feathered groin was pressed up against his face.

Angela groaned with desire as she felt his mouth against her feathered pubes. 

Despite being the personification of Love, Angela was still a virgin. 

She had never been fucked by a man, and had never desired to be fucked. Only since she came into her power, had her libido exploded into life. From being an ice queen she had become a lusting slut as her own pheromones drove her to a sexual hunger. 

She had only managed to resist so far due to the efforts of the Super Telepath Verity.

She could vividly remember feeling disgust when she was first told about the sexual side of procreation. 

The thought of allowing a man to insert his cock into her most private place made her shudder. 

She had to listen to her college friends relating their sexual adventures in the dorm. 

All the girls seemed to love being fucked, and actively pursued the boys in the football team in order to have their cocks thrust up their willing cunts. 

What made it worse, was that it was the done thing at that time, that in order to avoid pregnancy the girls always made the men withdraw before squirting their cum into fertile wombs. 

Instead her friends were quite happy to take the cocks into their mouths and suck the cunt slick cocks, until the men's cum blasted into their mouths. 

Some girls swallowed this hot creamy liquid whilst others spat it out. Either way they all allowed the men to fill their mouths with it in the first place. 

She had barely been able to look at these girl friends without allowing her disgust to show on her beautiful face.

Is if that wasn't disgusting enough, her best friend Sarah revealed to her that she was too scared to risk losing her virginity due to religious beliefs. 

Therefore in order to preserve this priceless commodity, Sarah only sucked cock and allowed her boyfriends to fuck her up her ass. 

The mind picture of Sarah kneeling on the bed with a man's cock thrust up her ass hole nearly made Angela throw up. 

With a strained smile she had excused herself and made a run for the girl's cloakroom. 

Angela just couldn't understand why girls wanted to be penetrated in this way.

That was then, now she knew precisely why the girls wanted to be fucked. 

Her cunt was on fire with need, and she couldn't wait to open her legs for Manuel.

Manuel was in heaven, his nose was buried in her soaking wet pubes, and his tongue was licking her cunt lips and sucking hard on her clitoris. Angel had her fingers locked in his black curly hair, and was rubbing her pubes against his face as he licked her.

'Stop for a second, I want to see you naked' she panted, pushing his face away from her aching cunt.

Manuel quickly divested himself of the white robe of the devotee under which he was naked. 

To his amazement Angel dropped to her knees in front of him, and guided his rampant cock into her eager mouth.

The heat of her mouth on his cock was beyond pleasure; he stood transfixed as the suction of her mouth made his head dizzy. 

Angel had never sucked a cock in her life, but seemed to know just how to do it.

Her tongue licked around his bulbous knob end, and her teeth gently scraped his shaft edging him towards ejaculation.

For her part Angel was entranced by the size and taste of a man's cock. He was so long and thick that she couldn't get even a part of hic cock into her mouth. 

The thought of this huge shaft of hot meat ramming up her wet cunt, was both frightening and exciting. 

Folding her wings behind her, she lay back on the floor and opened her legs wide for him. 

Manuel lay on top of her, and his mouth automatically went to her erect nipples. 

He had lusted after her large firm breasts ever since he had first saw her, and couldn't resist squeezing and fondling them as he sucked hard on both her nipples.

'Fuck me Manuel, Fuck me now. I want your cock inside me, I want you to take my virginity,' demanded Angel huskily. 

She wrapped her long beautiful legs around his waist, and using the power of her super strength pulled him towards her.

As if by instinct his cock entered her cunt and slipped deep inside her smashing through her hymen with ease. 

He continued thrusting deep into her until his balls were pressed hard against her feathered pubes.

Angel growled in passion, as she felt her vagina stretched fully for the first time. 

She could feel every inch of his thick cock as it pulsated inside her tight virgin hole.

She felt fulfilled and ecstatic and realised why women needed this penetration of their bodies so desperately.

Even though his knob was pressed hard against her womb, she wanted him even deeper inside her, and lifted her hips to allow him a few extra inches of penetration.

Her big tits were bouncing wildly, as Manuel fucked her hard and fast. 

He couldn't believe he was actually fucking this Angel, and his mind had floated off into a type of dream. 

All he knew was the fantastic feel of her tight virgin cunt gripping his throbbing cock.

Totally by surprise his orgasm burst upon him, and with a scream of lust he pumped his hot jets of cum deep into her womb. 

She felt her own orgasm blast over her as she felt his cock pulsating inside her as he pumped her full of his hot cum. 

She also screamed in passion as her hips bucked under him, ramming her cunt hard against his swollen balls.

Manuel collapsed onto her naked body, and sucked on her nipples as his cock subsided in her. 

Angela lay quiescent, revelling in the feel of her satisfied cunt. 

She was relaxed for the first time in ages, her body languorous and the warm drip of her cunt juices mixed with his cum, made a small puddle of sex on the marble floor of her room.

'Wow,' she thought, 'that was fucking fantastic, I must do this again and soon.'

After ordering Manuel to secrecy, she sent him away whilst she dressed for the meeting later that evening.

Angel knew that she had to have the backing of the Super humans in order to achieve her great goal.

She had called a meeting of these people tonight to bend them to her will.

She felt very strange since she had been fucked, her hormonal balance had been permanently changed. 

She was now a woman, and unknown to her the sperm pumped into her body had set off the allergic response of the Super human female to human sperm. 

Her large breasts were beginning to lactate and grow heavy with milk. 

It was un-noticeable at the moment but it was unstoppable.

Also her powers had increase exponentially, her pheromones were now more concentrated and irresistible. 

She dressed in her most holy garb, a pure white robe and golden belt and slippers. 

She also wore a golden tiara on her head to set off her long blond hair.

Angel now had a bevy of beautiful girls to wait upon her and they all vied for the honour of preening her beautiful white wings.

At last she was satisfied with her appearance and made her way to the main hall of the church. 

To be continued...