DAYS OF FUTURE PAST PART 1

Friday September 4, 1980:



Wearing Daisy Dukes and a red and white striped tube top, Linda Danvers rolled her eyes and made a sour face as a group of teen boys in a car honked the horn and made rude suggestive comments about her ass and braless boobs as they drove by. "Hey baby, wanna come to the Holler with us." "You gots one smoking ass." "Come on, we'll show you a really good time." "Jump up and down a few times for us, make those jugs bounce."

Linda groaned as she walked up the driveway to her friend Lori Taylor's house. As the car with the crude boys disappeared down the street Linda climbed the few stairs and knocked on the screen door, the inner door was wide open to let in the breeze. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly high in the sky.

"IS THAT YOU LINDA?" she heard her friend call from inside. Linda twitched her nose, even outside she could smell they had babies in the house. Her sensitive nose picked up on the scents of baby powder, ointments and of course the strong odor of dirty diapers. But no matter the stink she was just like any girl of 19, just the sight of a baby turned her into jelly inside.

"WERE YOU EXPECTING SOMEONE ELSE?" Linda asked jokingly. Her knocking was usually not required as she was considered family, but she hadn't been around in months so she knocked this time.

"COME IN."

Linda walked in with a big smile. Lori sat on the couch in her bathrobe. The robe was off her right shoulder as she held the baby to her huge milk filled breast. And the other one was giggling as he rolled around on a blanket at her bare feet.

"You all moved in already?" The girls on the school paper or sports teams had been moving into the dorms all week.

Linda had already scanned the house and saw Lori's parents and little brother weren't home. "Are you kidding. Unpacking and making my bed was 37 seconds of pure hell." she replied with a smirk.

Lori snickered as Linda gave her a smug look as she walked over and sat on the couch. The little baby boy looking up and giggling at the sight of her.

"And how is my little nephew doing?' Linda asked in that funny high pitched exaggerated voice people use when talking to infants. Linda chuckled as little Alan's legs kicked out as he giggled some more.

"Oh, little Alan has been rolling over. Yesterday I was changing the bed and he rolled himself all the way down the hallway to find me."

"And how's his mom doin'?" Linda asked in a sad tone. She probably should have come to visit more, but the air had been very tense in the Taylor household. She had talked to Lori on the phone a few times, and missed the big family implosion.

Right after little Alan was born Lori got wind of the truth about her mom and Alan by overhearing a conversation between her mom and her Aunt Paula. Lori was mad at her mother and Alan. Lori's mom was upset with Alan. And the wedding had been called off. And Lori's dad had no clue, he was just happy the wedding was off.

"We're talking again. The wedding's still off, for now. But I guess I have to try and work things out." Lori whined. She owed him at least that. Even through all the bullshit there were still just a handful of people who knew the baby wasn't his. His name was on the birth certificate and he was giving her money every week to help support little Alan. Yet little Alan's real father was the former corrupt and sexually abusive Chief of Police.

"Are you sure?" Lori could be a bit one minded sometimes. She and Alan had over 4 years invested in each other, but some things you just can't get past. Finding out your mom was having sex with your boyfriend so he wouldn't pressure you was pushing that envelope.

"I still love him. And he came clean. And after that whole porn thing and he knew I was pregnant he still asked me to marry him, so I guess I should at least try to get past it." Lori said none too convincingly. She took a deep breath and sighed deeply. He had sex with her mom, and she was coerced by the chief into doing porn. But with her mom?

"And still can't believe your mother named her Elizabeth." Linda said as Lori pulled her sister away from her tit. Linda chuckled as Lori made a funny face as she closed the flap on her nursing bra then pulled her bathrobe back up onto her shoulder. Lori grabbed the cloth diaper off the arm of the couch and put it over her shoulder.

Lori placed her sister up over her left shoulder and started gently tapping her back. "And what's the matter with Elizabeth Taylor? You never know, she could end up being famous or something." Lori replied jokingly.

The two girls laughed as Lori burped Lizzie. They paused for a moment and laughed again as Lizzie gave off a loud belch. "That's some strong milk there missy." Linda jested.

Lori chuckled and put Lizzie down on a blanket near her nephew. As the babies giggled and cooed at each other, Lori sat back and relaxed. Linda could see Lori was a bit tired, but she seemed happy. "If you'd like, I could keep an eye on them while you take a shower or something."

Lori smirked as she looked at the wall clock in the kitchen, it was almost 12:30. "I'll shower in about 15 minutes." Lori said with a laugh.

"Why? What happens in 15.."

Linda's questions were halted by a knock on the front door. With her x-ray vision she could see Lori's 15 year old brother Tommy standing outside with 3 giddy looking teen girls. Tommy's hair was still wet from his shower after morning soccer practice, and two of the girls were wearing cheerleader uniforms. "Tommy knocks now?" And coming into his own house?

"Ever since he barged in on me and mom breast feeding, yeah." Lori chuckled. She turned her head to the door and called out "I'm decent." Tommy had come racing in and stopped dead in his tracks. His face was crimson and so was mom's. To Lori it was hysterical, but mom put the new rules into effect.

Linda and Lori smirked at each other as the 3 high school girls almost ran Tommy over and raced to the babies. They were on their knees cooing and making the babies giggle as Tommy went downstairs.

Linda already knew that's where his room was now. His father and his father's friends hastily set up a bedroom and a three quarter bath down in the walk out basement. The den area was gone, but the gym area remained. And Tommy got a 35mm camera and a small darkroom for his part in giving up his room upstairs.

Hearing the noise, Linda watched as Tommy opened up the basement door and pulled out the double stroller. Tommy brought the stroller, that would hold one in back of the other, to the front steps. Linda arched her eyebrows as he came back inside.

Linda and Lori smiled as two of the girls each picked up one of the babies and walked towards the door. The third girl grabbed the diaper bag and a couple of baby blankets that were sitting at the end of the couch.

While they headed for the door Lori snickered and commented in a whisper "It's been the same thing every day it hasn't rained after his morning soccer practice. He comes home with those three and sometimes a few others and takes little Alan and Lizzie for a walk."

"And it's a heck of a way to meet girls." Linda quietly joked.

"Tommy's had dates almost every night all summer." Lori chuckled.

Linda smirked, she was sure the girls following Tommy around weren't just interested in the babies. He was cute, and had gone through a growth spurt over the past year. The now 15 year old was almost 6 feet tall and was a slim trim 170 pounds or so. And he was quite good looking.

There had been the loud rumbling of a motorcycle getting closer, which at first seemed to be nothing to think twice about. But Linda watched Lori's eyes pop open and her posture stiffen as it sounded like it had pulled into the driveway. "Nooooo?" Lori whined.

"Hey look, Spike's here." Tommy happily stated as he looked out through the screen door.

"Who's Spike?" Linda asked Lori as her busty friend's whole body slumped.

"Alan's brother." Tommy answered as the bike was turned off.

"Alan's kid brother." Lori groaned. The last two times he'd been in town, the last time was two years before, the gangbanger was constantly hitting on her behind his brother's back. And not just hitting on her, a couple of times he had made passes. He had pinned her up against the wall and forcibly kissed and groped her.

Linda could see Lori wanted nothing to do with him as she stood up. Part of it could be she didn't seem to like him, the rest could be she hadn't showered yet or that besides her slippers she was wearing just a bathrobe over her bra and panties.

Linda stood up and followed Lori towards the front door as Tommy opened the screen door with a big smile, to Linda it seemed that at least Tommy liked him.

"Tommy? Wow you've grown." The tall, well built young man with long blonde hair commented happily as he walked in. The last time he saw Tommy he was a scrawny little 5'4" 13 year old.

"Could say the same for you Spike." Tommy chuckled. The last time he saw the 18 year old he was maybe an inch shorter, but he'd packed on about 50 pounds of muscle.

As Lori acted somewhat polite, and held the front of her bathrobe closed, Linda sized up the young man. He seemed to be about her and Lori's age. He was big, about 6'4" and about 250 pounds big.He was wearing jeans and black boots and a leather vest over a Greatful Dead T-shirt. His hair was blonde and very long, it reached halfway down his back. He was clean shaven, and generally clean all over, but at the moment he was suffering a bad case of helmet head.

Linda stood back providing moral support for Lori as Spike, whose real name was Rodger, met his nephew for a few moments before Tommy and the girls took the babies for a walk. He then let Lori know he'd be in town visiting his brother for the weekend. He was on a cross country ride with other members of his 'club' and they were waiting for him in Metropolis where a bike rally was being held that weekend.

And as he rode off, Linda could see some of the reasons Lori really didn't like him. Spike was totally checking her out the whole time. Lori wasn't back to her pre pregnancy body yet, but she'd come a long way over the summer. But the way Spike looked at Lori made even Linda feel violated.

"Seems nice." Linda whined as the bike rode off.

"He's a total pig who thinks he's gods gift to women. If I weren't here he'd have hit on you or any other good looking girl around." Lori grumbled.

"So you think I'm good looking?" Linda asked jokingly to help lighten the mood.




Meanwhile, over in Metropolis, Constance St. Cloud stood gape mouthed with the pay phone out in the dorm hallway up to her ear. "How much?" she asked, wondering if she heard right.

She had just gotten back from morning soccer practice when Justine Coleman called to her. Where most students wouldn't be moving in until the next day the place was pretty empty, so no one was around to over hear her conversation. A conversation where she was just offered $4000 to play dress up and have sex.

After her mom and Bill E. Dean got married, Connie having to whore herself was pretty much ended. But Lex Luthor's secretary was offering her a lot of money. More money than she'd ever gotten to have sex, a lot more. And the thought of doing it just for the want of the money instead of needing the money was seriously going through her head.

The year before she had been paid big money just to be laser measured. She later found out those measurements were used to make costumes that fit her like a glove. A Supergirl costume, a Wonder Woman costume, a Batgirl costume and others.

They weren't exact copies, but more sexualized versions. The Supergirl skirt was about half the length of the real Supergirl's, and the real Supergirl didn't wear a halter top and thong panties. And the Wonder Woman costume was a tube top with star spangled bikini bottoms. And each time she was called to play she was paid quite well, and picked up and returned in a limo. But she wasn't paid this well. Though this time they wanted her for a bachelor party, meaning she'd be patronizing more than one man. But 4 grand was a lot of cash.

Now though, there was no need for her to whore herself. Yet Merci had just offered her 4 grand. "Okay, make it forty five hundred ." the voice on the other end said after a long silence. "And if you bring a few really cute friends who want to play as well we'll give you 5 and each of them 2. And a $500 finder's fee for each pretty girl you bring up to 5."

Connie's jaw dropped. That was a lot of money. The tall well built brunette looked up and down the hallway to see no one was listening. "Okay. And I think I have a couple of girls that would be perfect to come with me."

Connie was also making no mistake in what she was agreeing to. A bachelor party wasn't the same thing as whoring like she normally did. Normally she, or her mother, knew exactly who she'd be screwing. A bachelor party was pot luck, she'd have to play with anyone there. Even a darkie, but for 5 grand Connie figured even her mother would agree to bending the rules. And there might even be attendees close to her own age, and again the money was worth bending. Five grand plus the bonus cash for the other girls was a whole lot of money, but she'd also be busy all night.

Connie hung up the phone and walked to her room. In one night she was going to make more cash than she did in a few months the year before. And where she was far enough away from home, her stepdad would never know. Mom would be on board if she knew how much money was being offered, but Bill would look yet not touch. Through Connie was confident enough that Bill would be on board with the extracurricular activities in time. And he would learn there were benefits for the man of the house who was on board.

And after the spat he had with his boys about him marrying her mom he should get something. And the sons were hypocrites. She had been paid to have sex with two of them, and the youngest one hit on her at the wedding reception. With his wife and daughter just a few steps away. And if his sons were against the marriage before, wait until they find out about mom being pregnant Connie mused.

Men were pigs. Pigs with money, and taking that money was like taking candy from a baby to her. Flash a little cleavage or wear a really short skirt and they were putty in her hands. Or at least their brains were, their cocks were rock hard. At least for a while she mused.

There was also another big difference now than a little over a year before. Back then when she was getting 200 bucks in her small town she could show up wearing jeans and have her hair in a ponytail. By the end of the school year she was meeting with corporate executives, they expected more. Though she was more comfortable dressed down being a tomboy, men willing to pay more wanted her dolled up. Make-up, nylons, fancy underwear and even high heels were required.

And they wanted more time. She had eaten dinner several times at some of the best restaurants in Metropolis. She had spent nights in the penthouse in the Metropolis Grand, getting breakfast from room service. And one guy took her to Paris for a weekend. Being a high class call girl instead of a small town whore raked in the bucks. But she hadn't yet gotten 5 grand from any job. And if she could find 3 or 5more girls she could walk away with 7500 to 8500. She knew of 2 that would jump at this chance and she had 2 more probable girls. She hoped one of the others could help line up the 5th. The more of them there were, the fewer guys she'd end up blowing or fucking. That's more money per cock. She wasn't a math major, but those numbers added up.

One of the girls she'd have no problem convincing was Mindy Johnston. The cute as a button 19 year old was, if you believe her that she was that tall, 4'10" and no more than 80 pounds with little A-cups. The way she could pout or smile and talk in a high squeaky voice had men wrapped around her dainty little finger.She had that creepy little adorable factor when she had her hair in pigtails with pink flower barrettes and wore those one piece footsie pajamas. The pajamas and her Catholic school girl uniform were the favorites of her clients. Who would think one of the tiniest and most innocent looking girls on campus would be one of the biggest money earners? Or a girl that actually graduated from Catholic school would be working her way through college one dick at a time?




"This has to be it. You have to stop coming here." Diana whined. She sat in her ransacked bed, the covers up over her heaving chest. Her arms crossed and her sweat soaked hair clinging to her face and shoulders. It was mid afternoon and Axel had showed up just before noon.

"We both know you don't mean that." Axel replied smugly as he sat next to her. After that pre Christmas fun time he had returned once or twice a month the rest of the school year, each time with her telling him no and he had to leave. Each time he would rip her clothes off and forcibly take her, though each time she was fighting less and less.

'Hera help me.' Diana hung her head in shame. She knew it was wrong, yet she kept allowing it to happen. He'd show up unexpectedly and she would resolve to be strong. But in minutes she'd be naked and either sucking his cock, which was totally against Amazon code, or have him fucking her brains out. She had no affection for him, yet she was finding herself powerless to stop it. "EEEEOOOOFFFF!" she grunted loudly with frustration, and slammed her fists down on the mattress.

And just to irritate her more, Axel leaned to his left and kissed her on her cheek before climbing out of bed. He'd leave her smoldering one more time. It was all a game, one very enjoyable game.

'How?' she asked herself over and over as the smug big man got dressed. How could she allow this? How could she stop it? How will her mother react if she ever got wind of it?

Axel left with a big smile as Diana angrily got out of bed. Banging Wonder Woman was turning out to be some of the best sex he'd ever had. Her competitive nature, and laughably her Amazon code, wouldn't allow her to ask him to take it easy on her. The result was passion, a lot of passion. After they'd get going he could roll her on top where she'd ride him like he was a prized race horse. Her own competiveness forcing her to make sure she fucked him better than any other woman had. He was surprised they hadn't broken the bed, though there were times it sounded like it would break.

Diana angrily pulled the sheets and mattress pad off her bed. She'd stuff them in the washer, then take a long shower. And then she'd go spend 12 hours sitting in the Watch Tower. 12 hours where if nothing was going on she'd have a lot of time to think this over, again.




It was around dinner time when Mae Carver drove up to her assigned dorm building at Metropolis State, just in time to see 6 girls oddly climb into a limo with Luthor Corp. plates. LTHRCO4 drove off as Mae climbed out of her red '77 Toyota Corolla. She was a day early, but she had caught the only direct flight from Japan for that entire holiday weekend.

Mae walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk. She pulled out one of her suitcases and put in on the ground. She already had her room number and key, having had it express mailed to her when the only flight she could get was arriving around 4 the day before freshman check in. And she had used Diana's address to get in state tuition, which worked well considering she graduated from an in state high school. It also allowed her to have a car registered to that address, it was a used salesman's car from The Carver Drug Corporation, waiting for her.It had high mileage, but it was clean and in good shape.

The car was a girt from her aunt who was trying to let Mae allow her sisters to come back to America. It wouldn't be right away as the twins were still doing the afternoon teen oriented TV show. But once they turned 16 the show would cut them free. The twins had stayed in contact with their aunt and grandmother. But Mae knew the real reasons they wanted to come back, boys. While doing the show they stayed in Tokyo with their aunt and uncle there, but when they weren't taping they were out in the village with their grandfather and great grandfather. In the city they didn't have time to meet boys, but out in the village the boys wouldn't even look at them for fear of their ninja great grandfather.

Mae locked up the car and picked up her bag. This was going to be an adventure, her first year of college. A lot had happened over the past year and those thoughts of being a lawyer or corporate business woman were long gone. She had found her calling. After spending 2 months in the central American jungles back in the spring, and seeing how the people lived, she saw there were people everywhere that needed help.

Mae was going to study nursing. Being a nurse would allow her to go almost anywhere. She could travel the world, always having an excuse to travel to the remotest and most dangerous places. Slave traders and drug lords would be left wondering where the Shadow Warrior came from. And with her gift of languages she could go in a lot of places Americans aren't welcome. After all, being half Japanese left her not looking very American.

The building was seemingly deserted as she used her key to get through the outer set of glass doors. She walked up to the elevators and inserted her key into the slot to call for one of the 3 cars. Mae was happy to see the state school took the security of it's students seriously. The key was needed to access her building, the elevator and her room. As well as access to the stairwells on the street level. And there were several cameras in the lobby though she did find that level of security a bit intrusive, every time she'd come home she'd be videoed and if someone wanted they could keep track of every time someone entered the building.

Mae turned left as she walked off the elevator on the 7th floor of the 12 story dorm building and carried her bag all the way to the end of the hall. They must give freshmen the longest walks she mused, but then she had a corner room with probably more windows. And a longer walk to the bathrooms which were back by the elevator. Bathrooms because there were two, it was a coed floor. There would be boys and girls sharing the same floor. Not having even had a brother the idea of living in close quarters with boys would take some getting used to.

Mae opened her door and walked in. She dropped her bag and sighed deeply. The room was stark to say the least. Two cots, two dressers, two desks and two closets. At least she'd been advised to bring her own pillow and sheets. But she was stuck with the worn out light blue carpet.

With it seeming she had arrived before her roommate Mae figured she should get first pick of cots. The one across the room was furthest from the door and between the two windows so she walked over and laid down to give it a test.

The cheap mattress was worn and very uncomfortable. The one on the other cot looked almost new, so Mae tested that one. That one was much better. Mae chuckled with the obvious choice facing her, and 3 minutes later the mattresses were switched.

As she left to get her next bag the door across the hall opened and a geeky little guy walked out and at first seemed surprised to see her. "Oh hi. I'm Todd. Todd Billings." he said sticking out his right hand.

Seemed nice enough Mae thought as she shook his hand. Even if he wasn't much to look at. He was all of 5'3" and 100 pounds soaking wet. He had short back hair and thick rimmed glasses that were too big for his face. At least there was no tape over his nose she mused. "Mae. Mae Carver." Mae replied.

"Oh, like the Carver Drug family. Their owner is named Mae Carver too." the boy seemingly a few years older than her stated as he awkwardly was still shaking her hand.

"Exactly. That Mae Carver is my Grandmother." Mae replied with a chuckle. "And a girl likes a firm handshake, but usually not this long." she commented with humor. The boy obviously had issues with girls. And it was something she could totally relate to having had similar experiences with boys just a few years earlier. For the longest time she couldn't even talk to a boy her own age.

"Oh, sorry." the boy gasped as he pulled his hand back like he'd been chastised or something. His face was one of total fear and humiliation.

"It's fine. Just relax." Mae chuckled. "But how did you know about my Grandmother's name?" it wasn't a big secret but it also wasn't that widely known outside the company. It wasn't like Carver Drug was a big company like CVS or Rite Aid.

"I'm working on my Masters in business. I know names of all the big corporate CEOs from this area. Though Mrs. Carver no longer runs Caver Drug. Someone called Malina Provost runs things now. With input from an executive at Queen industries."

"And your right again." Mae commented. "I'm impressed." With his knowledge, not so much with him. He wasn't looking at her. He'd look down the hall, or down to the floor. But not at her.

"Well I should go now." the boy said nervously. Mae could tell he wasn't used to having a normal conversation with girls. Or probably any conversation at all.

"I don't bite." Mae chuckled.

The boy arched his eyes as he took a few steps down the hall and turned around. He wasn't used to girls talking to him, at least like a person. "Get lost." was usually about it.

Todd bit his lip and cringed as from his new position he could see into Mae's room. "Little secret. Switch'em back. Elisa is very mean. And big." he said with a shaky voice.

"Huh?"

"Your roommate. Elisa Carson is on the women's wrestling team. She's a heavy weight and she was here yesterday putting her stuff in the closet. If you know what's good for you you'll give her the good mattress."there was fear of the girl etched on his face and in his trembling voice.

"Why are you here so early?" Mae asked curiously.If he wasn't on a sports team, he just didn't seem the type, there was really no need for him to be there yet.

"Oh, sorry. I'm one of the floor RAs. We get free room and board and a single room to help students with issues in the dorms. And the first one will be if Elisa sees you switched mattresses." Todd stated.

Mae could see fear in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he mentioned her roommate. Could she really be that bad? But she wasn't about to switch back the mattresses just yet. And it seemed to her a bit odd that a boy that was very nervous just talking with her was an Resident Assistant. After all, how does one help girls and help keep the rules if you find it hard to maintain eye contact with girls?

Todd walked away hoping the new girl listened. Elisa was scary. The year before she got mad at him and held him upside down over a railing on the stairway. All girls intimidated him, but Elisa was just plain mean when she didn't get her way. She could be nice most of the time, but she could be very intimidating.

Mae returned about 10 minutes later with another bag and stopped dead in her tracks as she walked through the door and into a brick wall. Mae's neck slowly craned as she looked upwards, and into the scowling face of one big girl. She had to be over 6 feet tall and weigh more than 220 pounds, and she wasn't fat. "Okay, I'll switch'em back." she squeaked. Discretion being the better part of valor.

The big white girl with short blonde hair, wearing a tight fitting sleeveless T-shirt and equally tight fitting gym shorts, was built like a brick shit house. She had a physique boys would want, minus the D or C cup boobs. It was had to tell, and on her they looked small. But she had a broad chest and trim waist. And her calves looked to be rock hard.

"Good. I think we understand each other." the big girl snarled as she gave Mae a smile, and a nudge as she walked out.

Mae arched her eyes seeing the big footlocker at the foot of the other bed. She looked out the door as her roommate with an ass of steel walked passed the elevator and to the stairwell she was thinking 'Holy crap.' with no one else around that big goliath had to have carried that thing up by herself.

Mae spent a few minutes switching the mattresses, then placed her suitcases near her bed. She walked back to the elevator to head back down and get her last bag and move her car. As the elevator doors opened so did the door to the stairway. Mae stood gape mouthed as her roommate carried a heavy looking suitcase in her left hand and a small refrigerator on her right shoulder. And it wasn't one of those little dinky dorm fridges, it was 2 or 3 times that size. Mae could see why Todd was a bit wary of her. She was a beast.

Elisa frowned as her young roommate stepped on to the elevator and the doors closed. The girl was a cutie and probably had the boys lining up. The boys seemed to like the cute little girly types. Though this one didn't seem helpless, she was carrying her own stuff up. She was using the elevator, but she was doing it herself.

Elisa put her bag down next to her bed and then placed her fridge on the floor in the corner. Being a senior she had a lot stuff a freshman like her cutie pie new roommate wouldn't yet. Like a fridge to keep her protein drinks cold. She also had a TV and even a VCR so she could watch her training videos.

"Where you want this?" the big burley man carrying another trunk asked as he came into the room.

Elisa smiled and pointed to a spot near the foot of her bed for the 6'6" 330 pound muscle man to place her trunk. "That'll be fine dad. Thanks."

The man groaned as he put the heavy load down, he wasn't as young as he used to be. "This is your last year. Try to enjoy yourself a little more."

Elisa rolled her eyes. She knew what her father meant by that, find a boyfriend. But the boys didn't want her, she was too big and too strong. They wanted the little frail girly type like her little roommate. "I'll try dad."

"And try not scaring your roommate to death this year." Dad whined. In her first 3 years the girl had gone through 5 roommates.

"It's not."

"You hung one out a window. And beat up another's boyfriend." dad groaned.

"Fine. I'll try." Elisa grumbled. Dad meant well, but no girl likes to be called Moose. Even it they are as big as one. As for the boyfriend, he gave her roommate a black eye just because she wouldn't put out on the third date. Elisa thought she was doing the right thing by teaching him a lesson.




Connie was chuckling, she'd never been referred to as 'The Main Attraction' before. The other girls were already working the room as she crouched down inside the big cake. Two of the girls being strippers, had already preformed. And the others wearing various costumes were led into the room earlier.

The rehearsal dinner had ended about an hour before and all the men were now ready for a night of fun. Connie and the girls had spent a good couple of hours getting ready with a hair dresser and make-up artist provided for them. This was going to be the biggest money bachelor party she ever worked, and probably ever would.

Connie had been right about a few things. There were guys her age, though none she knew. And there were a few black men as well. Hopefully the other girls would end up with them.

Connie's assignment at first was easy. Pop out of the cake dressed as the soon to be groom's favorite heroine, Supergirl. Though this costume was closer to the real Supergirl's costume, yet the tunic still fit her like it was painted on. And the red boots were half way up her thighs. But the skirt was more like the real one.

The young man in question was the son of a close friend to Lex Luthor. The 28 year old was an executive with the company and Connie would be his to play with first. They had the entire floor rented out with nearly 60 men attending, that was a lot of cocks she mused.

As the cake was rolled in Connie smiled. She'd pop out, then give a little dance before pulling him to another room. She'd give him the ride of his life and then they'd return to his party. She had done a few bachelor parties and knew the routine, though this was quite the affair.

A whole floor at the Metropolis Grand was expensive enough. But a live band? And a DJ for later on? They planned to go well into the night. Connie knew she and the other girls were going to be earning their pay. But then again, with enough booze the guys would have a hard time getting it up later.

The music played and the men cheered as she popped up out of the cake. She danced a little then stood and stared flirtatiously at the guest of honor. Two good sized men assisted her out of the cake, holding her arms as it looked like she was flying as they softly placed her down a few feet in front of the smiling groom.

Connie immediately took the familiar heroine power pose and in a sweet little girly voice stated "Someone's been a very naughty boy. I'm gonna have to take you with me." She hated using that voice, but the men all seemed to enjoy it.

The men cheered and laughed as she flirtatiously took his tie in her hand and started leading him to the door with a big smile on her face. She led him like an obedient puppy down the hallway and into a very nice room with a plush looking king size bed, which was already turned down and waiting for them.

Connie locked the door and turned to face the not so bad looking man. He was a few inches shorter than she was, but he was okay looking. For the nerdy type that is. A bit skinny and pale skinned, but she'd done worse.

"III can't." he stammered as she stepped towards him.

"I'm sure you'll be just fine once we get started."Connie giggled. With her looks a lot of fairly inexperienced guys would have trouble, but once her talented lips touched their penises they were all rock hard in a minute or so.

"That's not what I mean." he said nervously as she started pulling her tunic over her head. The young man's eyes popped open as her perfectly shaped D-cups popped free. "We promised each other we'd..you know."

It took a second, but then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh crap.You mean you're a."

"SSSHHHH.Not so loud."

Connie stood gape mouthed and wide eyed, and topless. He was a virgin, a virgin committed to loosing it with his bride on their wedding night. "And they don't know?" she asked in shock.

"Do you have any idea what it would be like for a man my age if they knew?" he asked fearfully.

It was beyond weird, but very sweet.He had integrity. And a bunch of friends who were going to be asking him how she was. And it would raise a lot of eyebrows if they went back too soon. "Your not joking? Are you?" she asked after a few moments, just to make sure.

"No.And you can't say anything. Please?"

The man was pleading with her, and she was still standing there with her boobs exposed. But then the idea occurred to her that his friends might want a description of her. "Well, if we're going to fake it we need to make it look good." she stated as she walked over to the bed and started messing up the covers.

"Huh?"

If he didn't want to then who was she to say he had to. It was romantic what he was doing. But to save his honor with his pals she'd make sure everything was right. She'd strip down so he at least got a good look at her body, and maybe he'd feel up her tits. He'd be able to maybe describe her tight little camel toe pussy and the small tuft of hair. He'd see how nice and round her ass was. But the final pieces would be he'd have her scent on him after she rolled around with his clothes, and he'd have her panties hanging out of his pocket when they returned to the party.

They returned to the festivities almost an hour later, a good 15 minutes of which was spent getting him to take off his shirt and slacks so she could roll around on the bed with them. But it was all worth it, as they entered the room his friends were slapping him on the back and cheering him. Connie feigned being delighted, and exhausted. She fanned herself with her right hand and exclaimed "Whew, after a ride like that a girl needs a bit of a breather."

"Not so fast sweet tits."

"Whew!" Connie gasped joyfully as she was pulled into a hug. The fairly big man nuzzled her neck as he swayed to the band's music. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands slid down and cupped her ass, then using his finger tips he pulled up her short skirt to grab her bare butt. And giving all the men behind her a look at her nicely toned butt,

Moments later, Carl, led her to another room. Carl was the only name he'd give, but he was drunk enough for her to find out he had kids and a few grandchildren. He was almost 50 and had three girls older than she was. He was about her height and a bit overweight. He was actually a little pudgy.

Carl's tie was long gone, and he wasted no time in undressing as he lustfully eyed her. His type made her skin crawl. The father of girls older than she was And he was a grand father with granddaughters. But here he was in a hotel room with her about to fuck her. But then this was her job. This is what she signed up for. Sometimes it was better not to think about those things, just get on with the job and get it over with. Except in this case where it was a bachelor party, in this case her experience had taught her to take her time. The longer she was with a man the less men she'd end up having to fuck. With a long wait the other men would settle for one of the other girls.

"Come here Superslut." Connie could smell the beer as he pulled her into his embrace and planted a kiss on her lips. Beer breath sucked, but then work is a four letter word and this was her work. It was nice to enjoy one's work, but this job did have it's ups and downs.

Connie managed to slip her right hand in between them. She grabbed his 7" cock and slowly started stroking him. Depending on how faithful he'd been to his wife Connie might be able to get him off without fucking. But these big business types were rarely faithful. Yet with the mixture of his drinking and her looks she might get him off with just a blowjob.And if she could there was no way he was going back in that room and say he came too soon. He'd live the rest of his life and he'd never tell them.

Connie let go and stepped back as he grabbed the bottom of her tunic and started pulling it upwards. Men were visual animals and she'd never think of not letting any paid customer not have them. Her mother always told her "Give them as little as you can and still leave them happy." What mom meant was if you can get a guy off with just your boobs and your mouth then all the better. And in a situation like a bachelor party he'd go back saying she was the best lay he'd ever had, even if he came in her hand. She had a reputation and no guy that was in a hotel room alone with her was going to say he didn't screw her.

Connie started to unbuckle her belt to remover her skirt, but Carl seemed to be in too much of a hurry. "Whoa!" she gasped as the man grabbed her by her right wrist and roughly threw her face down across the bed.

Connie reached for the night stand on the other side of the bed, each room had been stocked with condoms. "Won't need that." Carl snarled as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up on her feet with her hands on the bed.

"No glove, no.."

"Can it sister. I'm taking the back door." Carl gruffly stated.

Connie's eyes shot open as he flipped the back of her skirt up. Carl pressed his manhood against her anus and violently pulled her back against him. "Uggh." she grunted. His entry was a little rough and uncomfortable, she wasn't wet yet and he didn't use lube. But she also had an experienced butt hole. What the man was dishing out wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Though she would prefer the rubber, and lube. She couldn't get pregnant anymore, but she also didn't want to catch anything from a guy like him. This time though she had to let it slide, it was a big money event and she wouldn't want to insult the friends of an important man like Lex Luthor.

"Let's see if you ride as good as you look." Carl chuckled. His tone sending a chill up her spine.

"Na.na..uff..ar.nnrr.eeer.." Connie wasn't faking. The man was hurting her a little. He wasn't big, but he was driving into her like a jackhammer. Connie gritted her teeth as he took a fistful of her long black hair. He pulled her head back with his right hand as his left held onto her hip. The sound of flesh slapping together was drowning out the music from the party. Yet she had the same thing done to her on dozens of occasions.

"Your gonna like me slut. You know what I did for a living when I was your age?" Connie couldn't care less. The guy was being a jerk and seemingly trying to make her cry or ask him to stop. But she wouldn't, she was a pro. Anything a man could do with his dick she could take. She could even stuff his little prick down her throat and hold it there for a good minute. And referring to her as a slut was a bit uncalled for, even if she was one.

After the slut only grunted from his thrusting Carl chuckled. "I'll tell you. I used to do porn."

'Oh crap.' Connie's eyes shot open. She thought of herself as a pro, but this guy really was a pro. Connie's whole body jerked, and her D-cup tits slapped together, as he roughly assaulted her ass. But something was happening. She was getting wet, and she was feeling the heat rising inside her. With her level of experience she knew. She knew pain and pleasure were closely related. This guy was giving her the perfect combination of both.

Connie could feel it brewing. She pushed her ass back against his thrusts as she went after an orgasm. "OH.YEAH.OH YEAH.COME ON..FASTER..FASTER.." The loud slapping of his flabby stomach against her ass was matched by the sounds of her tits slapping together.

Carl wore an ear to ear smile, the girl was asking for it. And if she could keep impressing him he still had some contacts in the business. With her body she could be bigger than Marilyn Chambers. This girl could be famous.

Carl pounded her ass for a few more minutes, then held on as she climaxed. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" she screamed.

As she gasped for air Carl tossed her on the bed, then walked around to the night stand. He pulled out a Trojan and looked at her as she rolled onto her back. Her awesome chest rose and fell with each deep breath as he ripped the packet open. "Now let's see if you can ride yourself to another one. This time with that pretty little pussy of yours. And if your really good I'll give you another with my tongue."

He was a cocky bastard, but Connie realized she was starting to perspire. She had had a few men make her sweat, but never this fast. Then again no man had made her cum that quickly either. But he did just issue a challenge of sorts. If he wanted her to ride him then she was going to ride. And ride with at least the effort he gave her ass. She had never been with a pro before, and she was kind of liking the idea. She had no intentions of ever doing porn herself, yet she was curious to see just how good this guy was. And who'd finish first.

He wasn't much to look at. He was 5'11" or so, about 230 pounds and a bit hairy. And given his age Connie found it interesting he still had a full head of hair. A full head of greasy hair like they wore in the 50s. Maybe the Vitalis was holding it in she mused. Somebody should tell him the wet head is dead. Greasing one's hair was long out of fashion.

When Carl laid on the bed Connie climbed on board, facing him. She started off slow then picked up speed. She had the bed springs squeaking loudly as she rode him at a fast and furious pace. But she found it odd at first, he wasn't reaching for her bouncing boobs.

'Not fair.' she thought as she realized what he was doing. He was just laying there with his body relaxed and his eyes shut. And he was probably going over baseball stats in his head she grumbled to herself. But she could play a game like that too.

"So you think Tim Kramore can beat the home run record?" she asked. The Metropolis first baseman was sitting at 52 dingers with a few weeks left to the season.

"Huh?"

Connie smiled as his eyes opened. "You know, the first baseman. I think he'll end up just short with about 58 or 59."

"What makes you say that?" Carl asked curiously. Not many girls talk baseball in bed. It intrigued him a bit.

Connie called it a small victory as his hands rested on her thighs. She had his attention, probably more than he wanted her to have it. "They still have 7 games to play against the Yankees, 4 against Baltimore and 6 against Kansas City. He'll be facing the toughest pitching. There's no way he's hitting more than 61." Connie stated. She smirked as his hands had slid up to her hips.

Connie stopped bouncing and switched to gyrating on his lap. Swiveling her hips had drove many a man over the edge quickly, and she was out to test Carl just like he was out to test her.

"All he needs is to get hot for a few days and it will happen. I wouldn't bet against the kid if I were you." Carl was impressed with her knowledge. Not many girls followed sports. Hardly any that looked like Connie. He knew a few dykes down at the sports bar, but none of them came close to Connie's looks.

Connie stopped moving and just looked down at him with a wicked grin. She had knocked Dick Malverne off his high and mighty throne back in the spring, why not take this guy for something? Dick had showed up at her softball practice and made comments to the effect softball was played by girls because it was easier. Connie challenged him to put his dignity where his mouth was. After chasing her most of the school year he got one at bat, if she got him out he had to wear a dress of her choosing everyday for a week. But if he had won she would have gone out with him and he'd have been awarded the base he earned. A walk or a single and he could play with her boobs. A home run and he'd get the home run. After striking him out on 3 pitches he looked ridiculous walking around in a halter dress with a deep vee in the front. Though she did still regret not throwing in he had to wear high heels in too.

Connie slowly started gyrating again as the wheels in her head went to work. She had what he'd want, her. For free. But what did he have to offer? She didn't want him. "I'd bet on it. But what do you have to offer?"

"And what are you going to put up?" Carl asked laughingly.

"Me, of course. Depending on what you have I'll spend the night with you or a whole weekend. The second weekend in October works for me. When we're not screwing we can watch the games together." Connie said with a big smile. It would be interesting to see what he brought to the table.

"That's steep. How about 500 bucks?" He wasn't one of the wealthy guys at this party, he was just an old friend of the family.

"I don't work for that little." Connie groaned. "What do you do for a living? What hobbies do you have? You gotta have something a girl would like." Connie had to find something, his hands were moving back down to her thighs.

"I work for the Metropolis Arena handling special events. As for hobbies, I shoot skeet and go hunting." Carl said sadly. He had a non glamorous job and a non girl friendly hobbies.

Connie stopped dead again and looked at him with a big smile. Her dad was a hunter, but where she was so young when he died her mom gave all the guns to her older brothers. Mom's other main reason being Connie should stop trying to be a boy and learn how to be a girl. Her older brothers though still took her to the range a few times a year. "Do you have a Browning over under?" she asked hopefully. Her dad had one of the two barrel shotguns and she loved it. It was too strong for her back then and her dad would stoop down behind her to help her shot it.

"Bought one last year." Carl replied warily. It took him 5 years of nagging to get his wife to allow him to buy it.

"Then the bet is your Browning and two front row tickets to every concert for a year against you getting me for a weekend." Connie smirked at her proposal, it was a lot. But she figured she was worth a lot.

"Just the Browning." Carl countered. Two tickets to every concert would be a fortune.

"That would just be a quickie." Connie cooed as she slowly started swiveling her hips again. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who wants to win just a quickie. How about the Browning and front row tickets with backstage passes for 4 to the Styx concert in November and Billy Joel in December?"

Carl grinned as his hands found their way to her tight ass. The girl was one of the hottest he'd ever laid eyes on. And she made a pretty good offer, but there was no way he was going to be able to get her front row seats. "Best I can promise is 5th row center. And only for two seats if you want backstage passes." Carl stated sadly with hopes she accepted. He could already see them spending the weekend at his hunting trailer out in the woods. Not that it was that deep in the woods, but it was far enough away from home. And it had electricity and cable. He and his pals would frequently go there just to get away from their wives. They'd spend the weekend playing cards and watching sports without anyone nagging them. And there were always a few interns around looking to get full time jobs at some point. They'd keep the place clean and suck his dick.

The details would be worked out later. The main sticking point would be how would she collect without actually knowing his last name. "You have a bet." Connie stated. She stuck out her right hand and they shook on it. She then brought his right hand up to her chest with an ear to ear grin and placed it on her left boob.

Carl was in heaven, Connie had probably the best knockers he'd ever seen. Or touched.And he had gotten more than his share, but none were like Connie's perfect Ds. Firm and round and topped with little pink and erect areolas. Just about all of his daughters' friends, nieces on his wife's side and their friends had at one time or another offered themselves to him to get to meet a performer. Even his wife's younger sisters had secretly slept with him so their boys could get hockey or basketball playoff tickets. But none of them compared to this hot number.

Connie bit her lip and moaned as his hand gripped her breast. His other hand was soon massaging her right tit. Connie knew she had him, but she also still wanted that promised tongue lashing. She figured she might as well enjoy herself and if she came while on top of him he promised to eat her until she came again, and she was going to hold him to his word.

Connie slowly started to bounce again, and she vigorously rubbed her clit with the fingers on her right hand as Carl manhandled her boobs. She was already feeling the heat rising. But she had to get off before she got him off.

There was a mirror on the dresser off to her right. Over the summer she had seen movies on the late night cable. Movies that had nudity and faked sex scenes. She had seen girls riding men like she was doing. Yet none of those girls were as hot as she was.



Saturday Sept. 5, 1980:


Around 8 A.M. Connie's bloodshot eyes slowly opened, she was beat but it was time to get moving. Around 2 in the morning the party started to break up and she and the others girls were paid. A limo brought a few of the girls back to school and another would be waiting downstairs at 9 to bring her and the others like herself who stayed to make a few extra bucks back to the dorms. In Connie's case an extra grand was received to spend the night with one of the party guests.

Connie smirked as she could see her purse sitting on the nightstand with $8500 inside, all in crisp one hundred dollar bills. And the extra grand was as easy as could be. The older gentleman with his right arm draped over her, clutching her boob, was so drunk he couldn't even get it up. Though she could feel his boner pressed up against her ass now. All she had to do so far was just lay there and let him snuggle up to her.

Connie slowly crawled out of bed and started getting dressed. Her pussy and butt hole were a bit sore, but all that money would go a long way to alleviate any discomfort. With her bra and panties on she jumped up and down pulling her skin tight jeans up. She slipped on her flats and grabbed her button down blouse. She wanted to get out before the old coot woke up and wanted what he was too drunk to get earlier. She'd shower back at the dorms, but first she'd pee and wash up while waiting for her ride in the bathroom down in the lobby.

Connie undid the chain on the door and opened the door, and was startled by the little old woman who was about to knock. Connie's eyes were open wide in shock figuring she had just been caught with a married man old enough to be her grandfather.

But instead of being upset the 5'2" grey haired woman that had to be pushing 80 smiled and sweetly asked "Did Harold enjoy himself?"

Connie just stood there shocked, holding the door open. "Oh, it's fine sweetie. I'm long past the jealous stages of life. As long as he comes home at night and leaves me alone he's free to screw any girl that'll have his sorry ass." the old woman said dismissively as she walked by and over to the bed.

Connie chuckled after the wife whacked her husband a few times with her handbag and shrieked "Com'on Harry. The wedding's at 10. Get your sorry ass outta bed."

Connie was still chuckling as the elevator doors opened and she walked out into the lobby area. She shook her head thinking how crazy life could be sometimes as she headed to the left and the ladies room. It was amazing to her that some old women were okay with her screwing their husbands. Young women weren't. And most older women would be upset, but not as upset as a middle aged or young woman. But it seemed the older they got the more secure the women were in their relationships and as long as the men made it home everything was fine, as long as it was kept secret. No woman likes to look like a fool if her man is screwing around, no matter how old they are.



"nnntttaaaggg." Mae Carver stretched and groaned as she yawned loudly. Her eyebrows arched as she was awakened by the sound coming from the TV.

"Oh, and Andre body slams Mad Dog."

"Com'on dad, get up." Elisa said anxiously as she stared at the TV.

"Dad?" Mae groaned as she stretched some more. Mae figured this could get very irritating very quickly if she was going to wake up early every Saturday to wrestling. Then it could be her irritation was from getting little sleep after paying a nice visit to Bill Winslow and getting laid. She hadn't gotten back from his apartment until after 2 in the morning. She very easily could have spent the whole night, but how would it look of she didn't come home on her first night in the dorms? Even if there weren't that many people around to notice.

"Oh, morning. Yeah, my dad wrestles." Elisa stated as she intently watched the show. Mae sat up and saw the two big men battling as the crowd cheered. "What's your dad do?" the big girl asked innocently.

"My dad was killed last year."

Elisa gritted her teeth and cringed at her blunder. "I'm so sorry..I."

"It's okay. There's no way you could have known." Mae said as she stood up and grabbed her bathrobe off the foot of the bed. "And before you ask, my mom died when I was 12."

Mae shuffled towards the door as Elisa looked at her with a stunned expression. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." Mae replied before yawning again. "So your dad's in show biz?"

"Mad Dog Carson, the uncrowned world champion." Elisa said laughingly.

Mae arched her eyebrows as she reached for the door knob, Elisa was sitting there on her chair, legs spread like a boy. She was wearing grey sweat shorts and a man's muscle shirt, which was stretched across her chest to the point her areolas were noticeable. The big girl wasn't wearing a bra. And given the shape she was in it wasn't needed for support. Some modesty, yes. Support, no. "I'll be right back."

"Unless you want everyone to think you're a prude you might wanna to forget the robe."Elisa stated. Being an upperclassman it was her job to help out her freshman roommate. The first thing would be to keep Mae from making a big social faux pas.

"Huh?" Mae looked quizzically at her manly roommate. Why wouldn't she where a robe in a coed dorm when all she was wearing underneath was her panties and a T-shirt with thin shoulder straps.

"Trust me. Your gonna see girls and boys walking around wearing less than you wore to bed last night. If you walk around in that robe they'll think your weird or something." Elisa said just as the bell rang after her dad was pinned on the TV. After dad was hit over the head by a steel chair behind the blundering ref's back. It was always amazing that everyone in the place and at home could hear the loud clank, but the refs never seemed to have a clue.




Diana walked out of her bathroom wearing just her bathrobe and sat on the sofa. After a long boring night in the Watch Tower she'd watch the morning news then get a little sleep. The news had the normal assortment of stuff, including the sports scores and weather.

After about 20 minutes she yawned and reached for the remote, but that's when the emergency alert signal blared. The picture went to a nervous looking reporter nodding before he began to speak quickly.

"Good morning Metropolis. For those of you who are watching there is an awesome sight in the sky." The camera panned up to show a huge space ship in the sky above the city.

Diana ran to her room to grab some clothes as she listened. "Some 37 ships have arrived and taken up positions over major cities on 6 continents."

Half dressed, Diana walked back into her living room hooking her bra as all that was on the TV was static. She watched with great interest as a face and a plain white background appeared. The face wasn't human, but the man was humanoid. Scaly green skin, short black hair and some kind of uniform. "People of Earth, I am Fleet Commander Coltar of the Atar Protectorate. Your world in now under the control of the Arar Protectorate. Your pitiful lives will now be given purpose. We will reach out to your leaders and they will be given instructions on the future of your world."

"Somehow I don't think so." Diana stated as she grabbed her slacks and a blouse from her closet. The closest ship would be over Metropolis and that's where she was headed. That was a Metropolis station and other heroes would protect other cities. She would first help deal with the closest one.

Lex Luthor looked odd as he raced into the lab wearing a Tux. "Tell me the ion canon is operational." He had long made weapons for the military and it was doubtful to a man of his intellect that any ordinary weapon's system wasn't going to help. But hopefully he had something in the testing stage that could. Like the Kryptonite based ion and tachyon pulse canon he was developing to rid him of a certain big Kryptonian pest. It seemed a bit odd to him that for the moment he'd have to fight on the same side as the overgrown boy scout. But he was no one's servant and had no plans of ever being anyone's slave.

"We have reports of militaries around the world launching aircraft, and of being shot from the sky." an engineer stated as he punched some lines of code into the computer. "The plans for this weapon have been sent to other Luthor Corp locations."



Connie and the other girls stood on the sidewalk outside the Metropolis Grand Hotel, staring up at the big ship just like everyone else. She watched as Superman approached the ship along with the Green Lantern, and were fired on. A green beam sent Superman reeling and a yellow one sent the Green Lantern crashing into a bakery delivery truck.

Connie and the other girls ducked for cover as all hell broke loose. A green beam was fired from a building a few blocks away that cut through the ship's shields and caused minor damage. The ship returned fire quickly, knocking a big hole in the Luthor Corp. tower.

Wonder Woman arrived as alien warriors were teleported to the surface. The soldiers opening fire on anything that moved.With shield and sword in hand the Amazon Warrior charged the enemy.

Superman charged at the ship again, this time dodging the green beams. Diana swatted away several 7 foot tall armored soldiers. She was tackled to the ground, but was quickly rescued by a blue blur. "Thanks." she said to Supergirl as the youngster punched and kicked attackers.

Kara stood smugly, staring at one of them, as he aimed his rifle. Her smugness faded quickly as she felt the searing pain of a Kryptonite based weapon. Kara shook the fog from her head as she sat on the pavement where she had crashed into a limo out in front of the Metropolis Grand. Her legs spread wide open and her short skirt flipped up would have been an awesome sight for anyone foolish enough to be standing around and watching.

Kara was still feeling the effects of momentary weakness as the soldier aimed the weapon at her again. But he never got the shot off. The gun was cut in half, then the Shadow Warrior appeared. Mae delivered a series of spin kicks, sending a half dozen of the soldiers flying across the street.

"What took you so long?" Diana joked, but she paid for it as she was jumped on from behind.

Kara and Mae rushed to help as dozens of the big aliens attacked Wonder Woman. Kara and Mae punched and kicked as Diana feverishly tried to shrug them off. "AAARRRGGGG!" Kara screamed as she was hit by another green beam, the force sending her, Mae and Diana crashing into the limo again. Diana though had lost her belt, it was in the hands of one of the aliens as he stood up. And to her shock, her tiara was in the hands of another.

"Stay down!" Lex Luthor barked to Connie as she slowly sat up after having been dazed earlier. She was scared out of her wits as Mr. Luthor held something that looked like a weird bazooka. The other girls had run off and left her on her own. As the alien leveled his aim on Supergirl again, Lex jumped up and took aim at him.

There was a bright flash, then everything was changed. Lex shook off the dizziness and sat up. "What the?" He looked around as he stood up. His head ached, and there was a little blood from the bump on the side of his head where he must have whacked the big car. Where was he? Who was he?

Lex spotted the wooden buildings a mile or so away, and an old abandoned stagecoach a hundred feet or so off to the east. Around him lay 4 young women. Two wearing strange costumes, one really hot brunette in jeans and a button down blouse clutching a black handbag and a little Japanese girl wearing just her underwear. And with a sword in her hand.

Maybe he'd send help for them once he got to town. Lex started walking, having little regard for the others. What was this place? And how did he end up our in the middle of nowhere with those 4 girls?

A little while later Mae groaned as she sat up. The shock hit her as she looked around. They weren't in Metropolis anymore. And her power suit had turned off. "Suit, engage." When nothing happened she spoke again. "Suit engage." Well that sucks, she thought. Her clothes were in the power suit's pockets. She still had her sword, but she was just wearing her underwear. At least it was warm out she thought. She sheathed her sword and turned to her right

"Kara. Kara wake up." Mae nudged her friend who was laying next to her. Mae looked at the big black limo as she slowly stood up and Kara groaned and stretched. There was blood on the chrome door handle to the front door on the passenger side.

"Where are we?" Kara asked as she sat up. She groaned, then froze in place. She felt discomfort. She was sore. She shouldn't be feeling sore. She tried using her super eye sight to see off into the distance, but couldn't. She tried to levitate, but couldn't. "Oh crap."

"What?" Mae asked calmly as she spied the cluster of wooden structures off in the distance. Could the combination of Lex Luthor's weapon and the alien's have sent them somewhere? And if so, where?

"I don't have my powers." Kara groaned as she and Mae turned there attention to Diana, who was laying in the tall grass without her power belt.

The girls walked over and gently shook the Amazon princess. "Just great. Where ever we are we're three super heroes without our powers." Mae groaned.

"What happened?" Diana asked as she slowly awakened.

"All I know was Lex Luthor fired a strange weapon at the same time one of those aliens shot at Kara. Next thing I know we're all here. All but Luthor for some reason." Mae answered.

"And who is she?" Diana asked as she sat up and spotted the brunette laying a few feet away.

"That's my friend Lori's cousin." Kara replied.

"The..?"

"Yeah, that one." Kara answered Mae' question. It had become an unwritten rule with the heroines not to use words like whore or slut when referring to promiscuous girls. Not after what some of them had been through. Those words had been used to refer to them and they were hurtful.

Connie awoke seeing three girls staring down at her. Two she recognized, the third was a pretty little Japanese girl standing around in her underwear. "What happened?" she asked. She clenched her hands as if to make sure her bag was still with her.

"We don't know yet." Kara replied as Connie sat up.

"Best we can guess is there was some combination between one of the alien weapons and whatever Lex Luthor was using. The interaction must have sent us here." Diana speculated as Connie stood up, still clutching her bag. She had a lot of money inside and she was going to keep it safe.

"Hey, you're the one that was all black." Connie stated as she eyed Mae while standing up. It was hard not to notice a heroine who chose to wear just her underwear to fight in. And then there were girls that called her a slut, at least she wore clothes in public.

"Not the time." Diana barked as she took command, just like always. She turned to Kara and asked "Can you fly us out of here?"

"Seems what ever happened kind of shorted out my powers." Kara replied with concern. Without her powers she was just as helpless as a human girl, though a little stronger due to her home world's higher gravity.

"My power suit isn't working either." Mae added before Diana could even ask.

Connie stood off to the side as the three heroines discussed their plight. Something was very odd. She arched her eyebrows as she spied the town off in the distance. "Hey guys" When the three heroines kept talking amongst themselves she called again, but louder. "HEY GUYS."

"What?" Diana asked in an annoyed tone.

Connie flinched a bit with the hint of anger, but stated her observations. "We might not be a where. We might be a when."

"What?" Diana whined. How could the kid have come up with something so outlandish?

"That town."

"What about it? There are hundreds of little obscure towns all over the mid west and south west." Diana said with more than a hint of annoyance. This was heroine work and the school girl should just be quiet for the time being.

Connie could take being talked to that way only so much. She turned to Wonder Woman with her arms folded across her chest and in an equally snide tone asked "Did any of you really look at that town?"

"What about it?" Kara asked, in a more civil tone before Diana could snap at the girl again.

"I know there are a lot of towns without paved roads. But has any of you ever run across one without power lines?" Connie asked with a bit of concern.There were no transmission lines to be seen anywhere. "And while we've been her has anyone seen a plane in the air. If you look to the sky you almost always see a couple of them in the air. I haven't seen one yet. How about a highway?"

"No power lines and no.?"

"She's right." Mae said as she interrupted Diana. "There's a picture in the school library. We're still where we were, and that's Metropolis. Probably from before the Civil War."

"That's impossible." Diana replied, then something clicked in her head.

"it would explain the loss of my powers. Kal has been sent back in time on a few occasions. The effect on him was a loss of his powers for a few days." Kara stated.

"And it might have caused my power suit to overload, but for me the duration it will take to be restored is unknown." Mae added.

Diana sighed deeply as she stared off into the distance at the town. Could it be?Early July 1856 is what the computer told her a year before that she'd have been talking to Jor-El. But how?Where?And was this the time she was actually supposed to meet him?Was this 1856? They needed to know, and quickly. The longer they remained in the past, the harder it would be to get back home. They needed to keep from changing history. And they obviously couldn't be seen walking around dressed like they were. For her and Kara their costumes would seem odd, but Mae might get arrested for indecent exposure. And that was if they were even really in the past, Diana still had doubts.

"Before we go anywhere we need clothes." Diana stated. "We can't be seen dressed like this."

"Speak for yourself. I look fine." Connie argued. Jeans and a blouse was coverage enough, and jeans were certainly around that far back as far as she knew. The blouse and her shoes were a different story, but at least she was dressed.

"Maybe so, but you still look out of place for the time period if we are in the 1850s." Diana stated as her eyes became focused on the old deteriorating stagecoach.And Diana doubted they had underwire bras back then too. "Maybe we can find something useful over there."

Two identical looking young black men each watched through telescopes from a ridge a half a mile away. "And this is all we do?" one asked.

They'll fix things. All we need to do is give just a little help here and there this time." the other said with a big grin as Wonder Woman shook the dirt off and old duster she found inside the coach. It irked him they had to rely on these four, but fixing things themselves could attract the attention of temporal agents. And the lower the profile they maintained, the better.

During the summer of 1942 he and a few of the others were about to have a little fun with Wonder Woman and her kid sister, but that was interrupted by a call to action by his future selves. And he was kicking himself for not insisting they had fun first, then do this.

Chameleon, the shape shifting meta human from the future, watched with one of his other selves as the girls decided who should wear the long coat. It looked like they were picking the non heroine as she was the only one wearing something near appropriate, but she seemed to want nothing to do with it. "You do know who she is don't you?" he asked the younger version of himself. It would be fun watching the two future enemies interact.

"Who?" the other asked. It was an annoying tendency of his older selves to ask things like that. Just because they started out as the same person doesn't mean they all shared the same memories after they started time traveling.The very concept of being an aberration was that their lives had deviated after a certain point, and the more deviations the more of them there were.

"Are you kidding? That thing is filthy, and it probably has bugs. Besides, it's like 90 degrees out here." Connie shrieked.

"You're the only one who has anything to wear that could fit in in both 1980 and the 1850s, so you need to go." Mae stated.

Connie didn't like it. It was up to her to walk into town and find out just exactly where, and when, they were. Wonder Woman had spun around a few times and in a flash of light she was holding a small bag of coins, all pre 1850. "They were to sell to collectors should I have needed quick cash." she explained. If they were in the 1850s then Connie would need to find a store and buy some clothes. But what irked Connie the most was they were insisting she leave her hand bag behind with them.




A half hour later Connie walked into town under the watch of several suspicious men. She passed an area on the edge of town where there were rows of tents, and the place reeked. The smell of bodily waste, body odor and horse excrement assaulted her nose.

A pretty, and somewhat tall, girl entering town on foot was a bit out of the ordinary. Especially since she looked like she hadn't been on the road long. Her coat, like she needed one in the heat, was dirty but the rest of her wasn't. The men she passed were all noticing her, and her somewhat odd looking footwear.Connie had on leather shoes, but not in any style from the 1850s.

In a town of a few thousand it was possible not to know someone, but a pretty girl like her wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Connie's first stop was to a boy selling newspapers on the corner, getting confirmation they were in 1856. She then headed over to the general store, and noticed that there were fliers for the 4th of July shooting contest everywhere. She could shoot pretty well and having a competitive nature she'd love to give something like that a try, but she wasn't good enough to go up against men who were making their living off the use of a gun.

Connie walked into a store and over to the women's clothing section where there were a few racks of dresses. Doing her best to guess what would fit the others she grabbed 4 dresses and some really ugly underwear. She couldn't believe women of this period wore crap like bloomers. She got some stockings, hair ribbons and a couple of tins of black shoe polish. The red boots of Supergirl and Wonder Woman would stick out. Her shoes were okay, but the Japanese girl was bare foot and there just wasn't enough money to get her a pair of shoes.With the last bit of cash she picked up a few biscuits figuring they'd at least all get a little something for breakfast.

"My, aren't you a pretty one." a man blocking the door commented as Connie tried to leave, carrying two big bundles.

Two men stood behind him out on the wood sidewalk. One of them looked her over and commented "And those is some fancy looking shoes. She's probably worth some money to somebody."

Connie sized up the men. None were that big, but there were 3 of them. The one in the doorway was the bigger of the three and he was a few inches shorter than she was. All three of them wore slacks and long sleeve shirts that looked like they should have been thrown out years ago and their boots didn't look much better. She wasn't looking for trouble, but it seemed to have found her anyway.

"Is there a problem here?" a man's voice asked from out on the sidewalk to the right. Connie gave a big sigh at her good luck as 2 constables approached.

The man in the doorway and the others became very nervous. "Er..no problem." The three of them scurried away like scolded dogs.

"Thank you." Connie said sweetly to the two men in blue uniforms stepped up on the sidewalk.

"Our pleasure miss." one of them said as the both doffed their hats to her and kept on their merry way. Connie rolled her eyes at her bit of good luck and hurried back to the others.

"You think we should have done that?" one of the constables asked as they walked away.

"I don't know about you, but I got 5 dollars." the other said jokingly. "And the sooner she gets back to them the sooner the fun will start. Now lets get outta here before the real constables show up." Being a shape shifter had it's advantages, but there was only so far you could push things, especially in a town of just a few thousand. If you impersonate someone from town you just might run into the real person at some point, then things could get awkward.




"I'm not wearing that damn coat again. I was sweating my ass off with that thing on."Connie growled. It had been about an hour since she left the store and the others looked ridiculous in dresses that dragged on the ground, especially Wonder Woman who was so tall.

"Now what?" Mae asked. She had to try hard to keep from laughing, because she was sure she looked just as stupid as the others. But Diana was making it real hard. She was wearing enough fabric to make a tent. But then Mae was also wearing a sword strapped to her back.

"We find Jor-El." Kara stated as if it were an easy thing to do. While Connie was gone they had talked over a few things amongst themselves. With confirmation they were in the summer of 1856, then by his own words to Diana in the Fortress of Solitude he must be on Earth. Diana couldn't remember the exact date, but she was sure they needed to find Jor-El quickly.

"Or more like we make him come to us." Diana said as she tugged on the uncomfortable garments. How was any woman to fight in such clothes?

"And how do we do that? None of us has their powers." Kara grunted.

"The old outpost on the Kent Farm." Diana said softly so Connie wouldn't hear. They had to be careful what they said around the girl, she wasn't a heroine and had no clue as to their secret identities. Diana was using her first name as it was doubtful she and Connie would run into each other after they got back to 1980. Kara was of course just using her own name, but Mae needed to use another after recognizing Connie as one of the girls she spotted leaving the school in a Luthor Corp limo the evening before. Mae was using the name Hitomi Jones.

"That's a good 50 miles from here." Mae shrieked.50 miles on a fairly straight highway with bridges over the river. Traveling the old dirt trails the distance would be much further.

"And how do we plan to get there?" Kara asked. It would take a good couple of days on foot. And they had no supplies. No food, no tent and no canteens even. They had nothing but the clothes on their backs. And Mae didn't even have shoes.

"We walk." Diana stated firmly. "We should be able to make it in 1 or 2 days."

"With no food or water?" Kara squeaked.

As the heroines discussed things Connie sat up on the old stage and watched the town, or more like the stagecoach leaving town and heading in the direction of Smallville. "HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT WOULD TAKE A STAGE TO GET THERE?" she called out.

Connie looked down smugly at the heroines as they turned to her with questioning expressions. "Less than a day I'd think." Diana replied. A horse moved a lot faster than a human.

"Well I don't know about you three, but I'm riding to Smallville. And I'm not going to be hungry or thirsty either." Connie jumped off the stage and started walking back towards town. On her way out of town she spotted a sign on a few tents saying they were for rent and to see Stanley Nygma. Bang Stan for the rent, then bang a few more guys to get dinner and a ride to Smallville. It was that easy to her.

"Your coming with us." Diana stated firmly.

Connie turned around with a stern expression. "I don't take orders from you. And I'm not walking all that way for no good reason. It's too far and will take too long to look for someone who might be there, and then again might not. We'd have to walk along the road leaving us unprotected out in the open for whoever might come by. And we have no way of knowing where and when we'll find good water. I'm going to be on the first stage going that way in the morning."

"The stage costs money." Diana snapped at the child. They had used all she had to get clothes so they'd look like women from the period.

Connie walked up and stared defiantly into Diana's eyes. "I know I'll need money. But if you really want to look like your truly women of this era you need to act like a woman of this era. We're young women alone out on the prairie.We get to Smallville doing what a young woman back then would have done." Connie stated sternly.

Diana's jaw dropped. "Are you suggesting we?"

"Earn the money." Connie stated with conviction. And she was more than a little pissed at the high and mighty Champion of all Women. Their future clothes, except for Diana's who had a different way of hiding her stuff, and her purse holding a big wad of cash were buried ten paces north of the stage. Some bullshit about not being able to walk around with stuff from the future. All she knew was somebody was going to feel her ire if she didn't get it back. And it seemed odd to hide all that stuff when they couldn't do anything about the damned car.

"What are you talking about?" Mae asked.

"The oldest profession. We rent a tent, then we rent out ourselves." Connie stated with a hard stare at the Amazon Princess. "From what I hear your old enough to know what it was like for woman in this era. As a woman you were either married, or a whore. In some states a woman couldn't even own property. The choice is yours. You can sleep on the ground with snakes and who knows what. You can risk being attacked by Indians, or be caught out in a sudden storm. It is tornado season. You can walk over 50 miles and have blisters on your feet and have a rumbling stomach. And if tomorrow is as hot as today you can risk heat stroke. But I have no intentions of facing those dangers if all I have to do instead is have sex with a handful of men. Besides, it's not like anyone knows who you really are. Don't let your pride overrule a good decision."

Diana was left gape mouthed as Connie calmly turned and started walking towards town. "AND IF I FIND THAT JOR-EL GUY, I'LL LET HIM KNOW YOUR COMING."

"She might be right." Kara squeaked. It would take longer and be a lot more dangerous to go on foot as Diana wanted. Who would know if they did? How do you weigh one's vanity and ego against the risk of death? And they didn't even really know the way, none of the familiar landmarks would be around to help them. And the older roads were no where near straight. The 50 miles by the highway in 1980 could be 70 or 80 miles in the old wagon trials of 1856. They'd have to find crossing points in the river they could use where before they could drive over bridges.

Kara wondered if they even had to go at all. If what Kal had said worked for her then she'd have her powers back in a few days anyway. So there really was no reason to risk walking. They just had to wait until her powers returned, then she could fly them there. But if they stayed they'd still need money. The only reason they were going to walk was because Diana felt a need for urgency. "If what happened to Kal works the same for me then I'll have my powers back in a few days anyway. There really is no need to risk getting killed." Kara said.

"We can't stay in town without money." Diana stated insistently. Besides, staying in one place too long would bring questions about them. The less interaction with the people of this period the better.

"I know." Kara said sadly. "But I had to have sex to survive before. And it's not like any of us are virgins." The Corps held her for months, turning her into a sex slave. She had sex with anyone they told her to have sex with. And was forced to do porn as well. A few days of degrading behavior seemed a bit trivial in comparison.

"Are you seriously suggesting we become prostitutes?"

"I'm kinda with Kara." Mae whined. "My suit has been overloaded before. I'm pretty sure it'll be back in a day or two. It's better if we wait, or take the stage."

"I can't believe you two.."

"You need to let go of your Amazon pride for a little while. Think logically. We don't need to risk the dangers of the road. And once we get our powers back we won't have to worry about catching anything from these guys." Kara stated.

"Think of it this way. If in the old days the Amazons were going to go into battle in the morning and they could distract the sentries by having a few warriors disguise themselves as prostitutes and have sex with them, would they have done it to gain the advantage? Would an Amazon warrior consider that act honorable if it helped gain victory?" Mae looked questioningly into Diana's shocked face.
"Trickery has been a part of war since the beginning of time." Kara stated.

"We are not at war. "

"Actually we are. Back in 1980 we are and we need to get back. If we need to do some distasteful things to make sure we get back and save the world then I guess it's what we need to do. We don't have to like it, but it seems the only course we have open at the time. I don't think getting a job washing dishes is going to get us home, but having sex for money just might. Sometimes we need to let go of our own pride to do what's best." Kara argued. Besides, if Jor-El couldn't help them then they'd have to find a way to fit in somewhere somehow.

But then Kara figured she could also possibly go home. She could see her mom and dad, who oddly weren't born yet. And maybe she could convince the counsel to evacuate the planet and save her people. But something like that would have serious ramifications on the space time continuum.Yet she'd be home, with her real family.

Diana would have the worst choice. Her home was there, and so was her younger self. She could try and contact her mother once Kara got her powers back, but that would alter history and they'd never get back home to the right timeline.

"I can't let you two go in there alone. I guess I have no choice." Diana groaned in defeat. She had been out voted and she couldn't believe it. Mae and Kara were both on board with taking money for sex.

"We have choices, this just seems the better of the bad ones." Mae answered with a smirk. Risk death or have sex, not much of a choice.

Connie arched her eyes as the three heroines ran up to join her. That was very unexpected. She looked to her right and left as they marched towards town. "I saw a few tents with signs saying the price was two dollars, but those women were like butt ugly. I say we shoot for five. The way we look I'm sure some of the men would cough it up. The higher price will also keep the riff raff away." The way she looked she figured on 5, but Diana was really tall. Especially in her boots. And the short one was Japanese. Supergirl on the other hand could probably get 5 bucks per guy too, but would she really do it? Would any of them really do it?

"We do have one little problem though." Kara cringed as she spoke. "It's been over a week for me."

"I don't think you forgot how to."

"That's not what she's saying." Diana grunted, interrupting Connie. She and Kara spent the next few minutes explaining how after a few days or so Kara's hymen would grow back. And the girls all saw the big smile on Connie's face and heard her laugh to go with it. It seemed Connie had a plan.

By the time they got to town Connie had a better plan, one that might require only her and Supergirl to bed a man. Supergirl's hymen could be worth a small fortune. Connie led the others into the tent village part of town and selected a tent off to the side near the edge of town. And one of the furthest up wind.

The tent was about 15 feet long and 8 feet wide. Connie opened the flap and looked inside to see 4 cots, and nothing more. Just two cots on the left side and two on the right. But then they really didn't need much more. With luck they'd be on a stage sometime the next day. "Wait here." she said, then walked away.

"How did she become the boss?" Mae asked with a chuckle as Connie started asking people questions.

Diana also watched the reactions of the others in the tent city around them. The women looking at them with distrust, and the men eyeing them with lust. Some things just never change. Men had been undressing her with their eyes since the first day she left Paradise Island.

Connie returned a few minutes later with a tall thin clean shaven older man in a suit and hat. "This is the tent we'd like." she told him as she walked past the others, him eyeing each of them. He studied them with a mixture of pleasure and concern. He had several families already that weren't paying with cash, and these 4 young attractive women seemed to want that plan as well. He could see it in their eyes.

"There's just enough to get us by for a few days. Hopefully we can get on a stage to Smallville in the next few days." Connie stated as she and the gentleman stepped into the tent. She gave the other girls a smile as she closed the flap.

"The noon stage heads that way every day, except for Sundays and tomorrow. Tomorrow the town celebrates the 4th of July." Stan replied with a bit of boredom in his voice. One that said here it comes, these women were going to offer him something other than cash to rent the tent, he could just feel it.

Connie cracked a smile for a moment with news tomorrow was the 4th. That would mean more people were in town, and with money to celebrate with. Like taking candy from a baby she thought to herself.

The fairly tall beauty stood a few feet in front of the man who had to hunch over slightly in the tent, he had to be about 6'4" she figured. "We should only need the tent for a few nights tops. But we don't have any money left." she said with a hint of sadness. She had learned a few things even her mother hadn't taught her. Look helpless in front of a man and he'd bend over backwards to help, especially if he was going to get sex act out of it. The act depending on the size of the favor. It was amazing how effective a nice body, good set of tits and a tight pussy could be. She took pride in being able to handle herself, but there were times when being an attractive young woman paid off. A pouty whine from a pretty girl can sometimes be just as effective as a flash of cleavage.

"Look, I'd like to help. But I already have a man chopping fire wood, another fixing fences and a woman cleaning my house. If my wife finds out I gave away another 5 dollar a week tent she'll scream so loud they'd hear her in Smallville.

As he turned to leave Connie reached out and gently took his right wrist in her left hand as she hastily undid a few buttons on the front of her dress. "I have no intentions of cleaning anyone's house." she said seductively as the man stood facing her with deep concern.

"It's just for a few days and does your wife have these?" she said as she placed his right hand inside her dress and onto her firm round and big left breast. She smiled as she pulled her hand away and his stayed. She had his full attention now. And she figured even if his wife had nice boobs, she didn't any longer. The man looked to be pushing 50 and she figured so was his wife. And this move worked a lot better when one wasn't wearing the layers of undergarments of the period, or her bra from the future.

Stan was a business man though. He could see, and feel, the potential. As his hand freely massaged the big firm boob the wheels turned in his head. Even when they were young his wife's tits weren't this firm, or big. And Constance was a lot prettier than his wife ever was. If fact she just might be the prettiest girl he'd ever met. And the other three were really attractive as well.

Stan nervously looked to the south, as if his wife could see him. "Okay, I have a proposition. You for tonight, then a different one of you for each other night. Tomorrow the little china girl pays the rent. Then the blonde and then the really tall one."

Connie didn't like the man's dirty grin, she could see he'd taken advantage of other young desperate women. "The rent is 5 dollars a week. I figure I'm worth that. And so are the others. If we're still here."

"No dice sister. Without cash the rent is one of you each day." Stan growled as his hand firmly gripped her tit. Connie gritted her teeth and grimaced, he was a lot stronger than he looked. But he also had her over a barrel, he had what they needed. They had what he wanted, but could get somewhere else. If anyone else had squeezed her tit that hard she'd slug them. But she needed this tent, and he was just trying to get his message across. They were women alone out on the prairie and he and any other man was a danger to them.

"Deal." Connie groaned, then breathed a sigh of relief as he released her tit.

"Good." Stan chuckled as she stepped back and eyed her. Constance was perfect. And not in the usual way. The girl didn't have a single blemish on her pretty face. Most girls would have one or two pimples, but not this one. "Now get undressed, I got other things to take care of." he stated gruffly.

'Just two days and then get on the stage.' she told herself as she started undoing the buttons on her dress and Stan hurriedly started shedding clothes. Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do is something her mom had taught. And what her mom taught her was how to survive. How to use what god gave her to achieve her goal. Her body was a commodity to be used and in a short time she and the others would have a place to sleep. Then the real work would start. First priority was having a roof over one's head, then food and water. The food and water would come from providing services, which was easier to do with having a roof over one's head.

Stan was fully undressed by the time Connie started removing her bloomers, but then woman always wore way too much for his liking. Stan looked her over as she bent at the waist, her back towards him. Something just wasn't right. Not only was her face perfect, so was the rest of her. Besides not having an ounce of fat, Constance didn't have a single blemish on her oddly tanned skin. Her skin showed sun exposure everywhere except for her butt and thin strip across her back. And as she turned around he saw that paler skin was also over most of her perfectly round and rather large breasts. And her equally odd nearly hairless mound.

Stan was an educated man, he had attended college back east. Something was definitely off with this girl and her friends, they just seemed totally out of place. But when one has a willing teen girl with a body like Constance's standing naked in front of you, questions were to be asked later.

The shipment of tents and the large vacant lot on the edge of town his father left to him had turned into a gold mine of sorts with countless people heading west. He had used those gifts to amass a small fortune and compromise many a young lady. But none of those girls had a body like Constance.

He had found girls close to Connie's beauty. There was Brad Mitchell's daughter, Sally. She was married with two babies now, but 3 years earlier she was a teen girl with four younger brothers, no mother and a father who had been thrown into jail for public drunkenness.The rent was due and she needed money to get her father out of jail. The little blonde was a looker, and also not a virgin. She had been courted by several young men and at least one of them got her before he did.

Then there was Betsy Vaas. The tall thin girl turned out to be one of the biggest whores in the camp during her short stay. And surprisingly her father was more than okay with the idea, him serving as her agent. They made a small fortune before heading further west. It was her father's idea she be the one to pay the rent. And even though he enjoyed bedding Betsy, her father, Jason, gave him the creeps. It wasn't often you came across a man like him who was willing to use his own daughter that way.

Connie laid down on one of the cots and spread her legs. There would be no kissing or anything extra. This was pure business. Let him fuck her and make him cum as fast as possible. Though he was relatively clean, this place and even Stan had an off odor. The faster this was over the happier she'd be. And the sooner they got to Smallville the sooner they'd get back to their own better smelling time, hopefully.

Stan took a deep breath as he gazed down at her, his 7" cock hard and ready. He had to admire her beauty, and her oddly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. She had no hair on her legs or under her arms, and on her mound there was just a small patch of dark hair. It was another oddity, but he liked the clear view of her camel toe pussy.

"OOOFFFF..OOOFFFF..OOOFFF." Mae bit her lip as her eyes were popped open wide. Kara and Diana wore similar expressions as they heard Connie repeatedly grunting and the sounds of a cot straining under the efforts of Connie and Stan.

The real shocker to Mae was no one else seemed to care. The woman across the way sat on a crate brushing her daughter's hair while a man chopped wood not far away. People walked by and the family next door was eating lunch. Yet no one seemed to notice, or care, what was going on inside the tent.

"Obviously privacy in this part of town is more than a bit limited." Diana said softly.

Connie gritted her teeth and tried to be quiet as Stan fucked her about as hard as anyone ever had. She had been fucked like this a few times, and the good side was the man always came quickly. 'Time is money.' she told herself as Stan manhandled her left tit.

Connie was wet, but she knew she wasn't going to get off herself. Nor did she really care if she did. She rocked her hips and caressed his back and ass while he nuzzled her neck and played with her tits. His efforts were sophomoric at best, but she'd had worse. He had experience, but he just wasn't good. But it didn't matter.

Stan couldn't believe how nice this girl was. For a slut she was relatively tight. And she smelled nice too. Not like a woman who had just bathed, but compared to the other women around Connie was fresh as a daisy. And her hair was silky and clean as well.

Stan pushed himself up and looked down at the dark haired beauty writhing below him. He had a grip on both of her big round tits and the cot sounded like it would snap at any time. The two of them rocked together, her feet hooking the backs of his thighs, as he quickly approached his climax.

The 3 blushing heroines outside the tent rolled their eyes and gave a sigh of relief as they heard a low grunt, and the cot stopped creaking. The deed was done and they had a place to spend the night. And still no one around them seemed to care.



"I really don't like this." Kara whined as the four of them marched into the bar area of the Regency Hotel around sundown. The big 5 story structure was one of the biggest buildings in the young city. Connie had made a deal with the hotel manager to provide a room and the hotel would get 25% of the take for this.

"SSSHHH." Connie smiled as she quieted Kara and looked at the wager board for the shooting contest. Maggie Sinclair was a 50 to 1 wager.Before there was a Belle Starr or an Annie Oakley there was Maggie Sinclair.The young girl having been a local celebrity of sorts, her story was told in history class. She could have been just as famous as the others, but her life was destined to be tragically short. She'd be stomped to death by a horse shortly before her 19th birthday. But before that she'd win local shooting contests for years, and this would be the contest that makes her a local legend. The 15 year old would out shoot men from all around and in the following years the odds would be in favor of her winning.

"If she and Mae are correct this could give us enough money to do everything we need to do." Diana stated with a grin. Get money for Kara's hymen, then bet it on the shooting contest. The sure thing should fund all their activities.

"All you need to do is act like you really are a virgin." Mae coached.

The 4 young women, the short Oriental with a sword strapped to her back, marched into the posh smoke filled bar and closed the double oak pocket doors behind them. High back leather chairs and fancy wood work stated that the men in this place had money. The room was packed with well to do men staying at the most expensive hotel in the city.

Kara hated the idea, but Mae and Diana were on board with Connie's plan. And if it worked none of them would have to resort to whoring again for a long while.

"Women aren't allowed in here." the bartender was quick to state as he quickly came out from behind the bar. The man wearing clean slacks and a shirt had on a bow tie and an apron as he quickly moved in front of them.

Connie smiled from ear to ear as she held Kara by the right elbow and led her by the man like he wasn't even there. The young blonde had on a tan dress and her long blonde hair was held in a ponytail by a white ribbon bow. "We have management's consent. We aren't here to drink, we're here on business." she stated as they walked by.

Not a murmur could be heard from the 50 or so patrons as the girls made their way across the room to the stage. "What kind of business?" the bartender barked loudly.

It didn't take long for him to find out. Diana and Mae stood off to the side of the stage as Connie led a reluctant Kara to the front and center. Connie cleared her throat as she looked out and had the full attention of the room full of rich men. "Gentlemen, let me introduce myself. My name is Constance and this is Kara. Over there we have Hitomi and Diana." Mae and Diana curtsied on cue as the men smiled at them.

As Connie got their attention back she continued. "We are 4 young women with a problem, we are extremely short on funds."

"This isn't a home for charity." the bartender barked.

"Let them speak Sam!" one of the patrons barked back.

Connie gave the man a nod then continued again. "We are not looking for charity or a hand out. We are offering a pure business arrangement."

"What kind of business arrangement?" a good looking young man in the back of the room called out.

"Well I'll tell you." Connie said with glee. "My blonde friend her is a virgin and her virginity will go to the highest bid."

"Your auctioning off her virginity?" a man up front asked.

"Exactly." Connie stated with smugness. It was all a con, but thanks to Kara's constantly returning hymen it was a scam that could work. And if need be they could do the same thing in another town in a few days , maybe. The questions were if her hymen would return without her powers and if they did how could anyone screw her without Kryptonite. But those were questions that they'd need ask going forward.

"And how do we know she's really a virgin?" another man asked.

"She's a little old to still be pure." another stated. At their age all four girls should be married off.

"Is there a doctor in the house?" Connie almost lost it. She had always wanted to ask that question. "If she's not we'll give all the money back." Connie stated as she gave the man a cold stare.

Connie turned to face Kara with a big fake smile. "Show'm a little of what they'll be bidding on."

"huh?"

Kara's expression and those innocent blue eyes were a godsend. Kara looked back quizzically and Connie loved it. "Open your dress and show'm your boobs." Connie stated.

"Are you kidding?" Kara squeaked. This wasn't part of the deal she agreed to. No where was she told she'd have to flash 50 men.

The shock on the blonde's face was priceless, and just what Connie was looking for. "We'll get more this way." Connie stated as she herself unbuttoned the front of Kara's dress. "Now hold it open." she said sternly. She pulled Kara's top opened to expose the young Kryptonian's firm round pearly white orbs. Two big round semi-spheres topped with half inch pink areolas, her nipples even hard and pointed. And unlike herself, Kara had no tan lines. The sun gave her strength, but she was impervious to it's other effects.

Connie looked at the way the men stared with lust at Supergirl's perfect D-cups. And the total embarrassment on the Kryptonian's face was just what the doctor ordered, it made her truly look innocent. Kara stood there with sad eyes and even a few tears streaking her cheeks as she trembled while holding the top of her dress open. Then after a moment she quickly closed the dress and held it with both hands.

"I'm a doctor, and if the other men wish I would be willing to examine the young lady in question." A middle aged man in a nice suit called out.

"Good idea. Let Doc. Holstrom check her out." another man commented.

"Yeah, let the Doc look at her." there was a hint of distrust in that man's voice.

Kara and the doctor retuned from the store room behind the bar moments later, the doc indicating her hymen was indeed intact. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life." she snarled at Connie in a whisper. But the doctor's word would insure they wouldn't have to give back the money.

"I'm sure you."

"He told me he'd lie if I didn't let him feel up my boobs." Kara grunted back quickly. And Connie's snicker was doing nothing to help cool her ire. At least the asshole didn't have enough time to insist on a blowjob Kara thought.

"Just remember. It's this or we spend the rest of the night whoring ourselves to any man with 5 bucks. One and done. Now put a sweet smile on your face, or at least don't be looking like you want to rip someone's head off."

"I'd like to rip that doctor's head off." Kara growled as she gave the pervy doc a hateful stare, then forced herself to smile.

"What's say we start with 50?" Connie asked the eager looking group of men. "The bid comes with a room for the event as well. The winner will have my young innocent friend here for a full hour."

"50." a man in the back was quick to call out.

"60."

"75."

"100." Diana and Mae stood with arched eyebrows. It seemed Connie knew exactly what she was doing. And as the bids quickly climbed to over 200 it was clear they'd end up with enough cash to get to Smallville.

"250."

"300."

"500."

There were gasps as a sharp dressed older gentleman holding a silver tipped walking stick in the far back called out "1000." The 4 girls all stood with stunned expressions, They had figured on only getting about $200 this way. A grand was a godsend to them at the moment.

Kara stood wide eyed as no other offers were called out. All eyes turned to the big money in the back of the room. Connie wore a wicked grin, she had called it perfectly. In a room full of money men the final offer would be as much about social standing as it was the girl. With a young girl as pretty as Kara the men with the most money had to show their social dominance by out bidding the others. It was how they sorted out who was the better man. And the older gentleman sitting in the back was seemingly the big man in town, or at least at the hotel at that time.

Diana and Mae were more than a bit shocked as to just how much the offer was. It was so high that they wouldn't even have to wager on the shooting contest. Heck they wouldn't even have to stay in the tent, they could stay in a hotel and even have a nice bath. They could buy more clothes and stagecoach tickets. And get Mae shoes. They could even forgo the stay and buy a couple of horses and leave the next morning. After the house take they'd have $750 as a stake. That kind of money could go a long way.

"I though you said they'd all be asking 5 bucks. With that kind of money they're not gonna be doing what you said." the youngest aberration of the Chameleon was miffed. He wanted to have a go with the Amazon Princess. Now he wasn't going to get that chance.

"Have faith young one. Have faith. It ain't over." the older one stated with a chuckle. They were in the room sitting in the back while enjoying the auction. And as long as things progressed according to plan they wouldn't interfere.

The two inconspicuous white men in nice suits stood up and walked out before anyone could figure out they weren't who they were pretending to be. Disguising yourself in a city of millions was a lot easier than doing it in a city of thousands. Sooner or later you'd run into someone you were impersonating, which could create problems.



William Cohan III led the way into the lavish hotel room as she warily followed. Kara tried to calm herself by looking at things that stood out, like right across the hall from the lavish room was a bathroom. The expensive hotel had running water and flush toilets, a big time luxury in 1856. But the hotel also still had the bath tubs in the rooms. This particular room having two oak trimmed flip down tubs, side by side, that still would need to be filled by hand.

William on the other hand noticed the bottle of champagne in an ice bucket next to the oil lamp on the small table off to the side with two high back leather chairs. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked the overly nervous looking blonde. He put his silver tipped walking stick, which was seemingly for show, on the table and grabbed the bottle.

"No thanks." Kara replied as the man closed and locked the door. This was going to really suck she told herself, not just because she was going to have sex with some man she never met before for money. But also because it was hot. Normally she wouldn't be bothered by the heat, but without her powers and wearing a lot of clothing she was sweating. It was getting later and the clouds had rolled in and dumped some rain, but it was still hot and muggy.

William gave the young girl a smile as he popped the cork while stepping back over to the table and the couple of glasses, he'd at least get a few belts down. The 59 year old mentally undressed the girl that looked almost young enough to be one of his granddaughters, though too old to not be married off already. Young Kara was quite the looker, just like her friends. Even the little Asian girl with the sword was striking. "Well then, why don't you get undressed while I have a few sips then."

"Yes sir." Kara replied sadly. She found herself not having to act, she really was apprehensive about this. She had been raped and forced many times. And had consensual sex. But having sex for money was something new, and it was degrading. And she silently thanked her gods he wasn't asking her to get in one of the bath tubs.

But Kara knew she had to do this. The others were counting on her and it was a lot of money. A whole lot of money. In 1856 a grand was a small fortune. No matter how disgusted she'd be with herself afterwards, Kara knew she had to go through with this. And the elderly man wasn't that bad. A bit thin, but he was almost 6 feet tall and had a kind face and short neatly kept grey hair. And a very distinguished grey moustache.

Kara turned down the bed, then slowly undressed as the older gentleman sipped on champagne while sitting in one of the chairs watching her. She propped up her pillow before getting into the bed, holding her hands across her chest while positioning herself to hide her hairless pussy she climbed in and pulled the top sheet over herself.

Given his age William hadn't had too many virgins, the darkies on the plantation back home didn't count. But they too undressed with their backs to him and climbed into the bed while covering themselves just like the little blonde girl had just done.Not having anything else to go on William miss read Kara's apprehension as a girl who was truly innocent.

Kara's face twitched as she fought with her own emotions. Not only did she have to do this, but she had to pretend like she'd never done anything before. But she was no actress and had no idea if she could fake it. As the man undressed she asked herself if she should cry, or scream out in pain when he popped her cherry. What if she started fucking him back? Would a girl do that on the first time? She had no idea, the memories of her early sexual encounters were fogged by rapes and coerced sexual servitude.

Kara trembled as she mentally struggled with her own pride while William undressed, then climbed into bed with her on her left. She gave a little whimper as he turned to her and kissed her on the cheek, then moved down to her neck.

Kara whimpered again as he turned more towards her, his left hand sliding under the sheet and over to her firm round left breast. Kara's whole body went stiff as he squeezed and kneaded her boob and pressed is tongue into her neck just behind and below her ear. Her whole body shivered as he hit a spot that sent a wave of pleasure through her body. It was as if he gave her a small orgasm and she found herself hoping he hit just that right spot again.

To William, Kara was acting just like his little darkie girls back home in Georgia when he'd take them for their first time. They too would be stiff and scared. They too would sometimes tremble when he kissed them behind and below the ear like he was doing with Kara.

It was too bad he could only get an hour with young Kara, and he wouldn't give to enjoy all of that hour either. He still had to get a few things done before leaving town in the morning. He'd like to get a good distance before nightfall so he'd leave at sun up. Metropolis was a growing city, but it still didn't have rail service. He'd have to ride 2 or 3 days to get on a train.

He had been away from home for months and he was missing his family. By now his youngest daughter, Harriet, had had her first child and he wanted to meet his new granddaughter or grandson. He also had 4 darkies waiting to have their master take them for the first time. He had been gone nearly 3 months now and it was time to get back home.

Kara looked terrified as he got up on his knees and gently gripped her by the hips. She held the sheet up over herself as he pulled her away from the headboard so she'd lay flat. "Just relax. It might hurt for the first little bit, but then you'll be fine." he said in a tone that to Kara was oddly assuring. It was like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he'd taken a lot of virginities.

Kara grimaced and braced herself as he climbed on top of her. He reached down with his right hand and gently grabbed her behind the knee, noticing her skin was silky smooth. She was hairless. He pulled her leg out, then did the same thing on the other side.

Kara could feel his manhood pressed against her mound. He was hard as a rock as he raised himself up slightly and reached down with his right hand.

William noticed it wasn't just her legs that were silky smooth, her mound was hairless too. And he also then noticed she had no hair under her arms. If was completely odd, but he liked it. And as long as she bled when he stuck his cock in, her extensive grooming was fine with him.

Kara cringed as she looked up at his grandfatherly face. He gave her a comforting smile as she felt his manhood press against her womanhood, her surprisingly damp womanhood. 'Why am I damp?' she asked herself.

William thought nothing of her being damp. A good number of his darkies were the same way. Thoughts of what to do filled their minds and the excitement flowed through them, making them get wet.

"nnaahh." Kara's whole body stiffened, her back arched dramatically and she gave out a short whimper as William lurched forward. Kara could sense the man's experience with this type of situation as he paused halfway in and allowed her to adjust. He gave her a minute of so to let the pain subside, then slowly started to rock his hips as her body relaxed.

Kara laid there with her arms at her sides as the older man laid on top of her, sawing his way in deeper and nuzzling her neck. She gave a squeaky whimper as he found that spot behind and below her left ear again, and another shiver ran through her body. 'He's good.' she thought. 'And he's big.not huge, but he's got to be a good 8 inches or so.' She grimaced and groaned. He was big enough to cause pain in her virginal tight pussy, but she had become somewhat accustomed to that particular pain having had to endure her hymen being pierced several times.

"nn..uuu..nnn..nnnggg." Kara grunted in rhythm with the creaking of the bed springs as the older man picked up his pace. His hands slipped in between them and he laid claim to her firm round tits.

Kara closed her eyes and laid dormant as the man got what he paid for, or at least he thought he was getting what he paid for. She had a hymen, but she was no virgin. Kara felt his right hand slide down her body, and his weight shift as he moved his hand between her legs. 'He's actually checking.' Kara opened her eyes and did her best to ignore the bit of mistrust as he looked at his fingers moments later and smiled. He rubbed his fore and middle fingers with his thumb, smearing the blood.

William was finding his prize very enjoyable. She bled as promised, the only white woman that ever did that with him was his wife on their wedding night. And the girl was tight, one of the tightest pussies he could remember having. She could probably be the tightest, but over the years he'd popped hundreds of cherries and it was hard to keep track of who had the best pussy. The one thing that was clear was this girl would give any of them a run for the money. A white girl pussy was far better than a darkie pussy. And it'd be better if she showed some life. But experience had showed him virgins pretty much just lay there and do nothing, they need to be taught what to do. What he wouldn't give to have the time to teach her. But unlike his slaves that he had as much time as he wanted to instruct, Kara here was a girl he only had for a short time. Someone else would get the pleasure of being her teacher, and he'd have to settle for being the one who had her first. She had probably the best figure of any girl he'd bedded, black or white. But she was no New Orleans whore. Those ladies knew how to treat a man.

Kara grimaced in the heat as both he and she started sweating heavily. To her it would be a lot better in air conditioning, but in 1856 they didn't even have electricity. No AC, no fans and no real way to cool off. To a girl from the future it was quite gross to have a man sweating as much as he was rubbing his body all over her. But mercifully it was then over. Kara rolled her eyes as the sweaty older gentleman collapsed on top of her after cumming inside her. If this guy was an indication of what men of this era were like in bed she was glad to be from the future. With this guy she didn't even get close to a vaginal orgasm. But then again, at least the older man didn't have a heart attack Kara mused. He was kind and gentle and knew how and where to touch, but he just couldn't last long enough.

Kara waited for a moment as the man gasped for air, his waning manhood still inside her. Kara clutched the sheet to her chest as a wave of shame flowed through her when the grinning man climbed out of bed and started getting dressed. Before she had been called a whore and other things, now she had actually whored herself. At least this time the whole world wouldn't know.

To her own shame she had mixed feelings about the encounter. She had degraded herself by having sex for money. Yet part of her felt cheated it was over so quickly. He was sweaty and that was a bit gross, but deep inside she would have liked an orgasm.



7:37 A. M. Friday July 4, 1856.

"That's all there is. The last group that headed out a week ago bought out just about everything. I got those two horses and those two wagons . I got more horses coming in on Monday or Tuesday." the tall thin man stated.

Diana rolled her eyes as she looked at the broken down older draft horses and the two conestoga style covered wagons. One looked like it had been around since the revolution. He had no riding horses, and just the thought of spending 2 days on the bench of one of those wagons was making her butt sore. There was a reason most people walked along beside their wagons, and it wasn't to take the load of the animals. The wagons had no springs and were a rough ride. But it would be better to sleep in one than on the ground. At least they'd have cover if it rained.

Diana walked over to the others where they were watching some guy in a small traveling troupe juggle. The girls weren't going to like it, but they just might have to wait another day. And after spending the night at the hotel and buying some nicer clothes they might need a little more money too.Diana dreaded the thought of having to earn more. Connie had gotten them a tent, though they didn't use it. And Kara had been publicly humiliated. Diana knew if more needed to be done it was going to be hers and Mae's turns. Mae would need to handle Stan to secure their tent for the night which Diana knew that left her the job of taking the first John. Then again they could increase their fortune by betting on the shooting contest later.

"And?" Kara asked hopefully as Diana approached them. If they were going to get to Smallville they needed to get going. Mae had tried calling on her suit and Kara had tried seeing through a wall, they were both still powerless. And with no true timeline on the return of their powers they needed to do things the old fashioned way.

"All he has for sale are 2 old draft horses and a pair of covered wagons. The better of the 2 didn't look like it would make it half way." Diana groaned. "Looks like we may have to stay another night, this time in the tent." The stay in the hotel and the baths were an expensive luxury, one they couldn't afford again too soon without spreading their legs or wagering what they had.

Mae's eyes arched. She knew the tent's rent for another night. She'd have to bang Stanley Nygma, and for a second she wondered if he was some relation Ed Nygma. They had paid a lot of money for two rooms, and 4 baths. Mae shared a nice bed with Kara while Connie slept with Diana. They figured they had more than enough to buy 3 horses and other supplies, Connie didn't know how to ride. Now they had to play it by ear again. The thought crossed her mind that they had the $5 now and they could simply pay the rent, but the way Stanley looked at her the day before she was sure he'd insist on the original deal.

Kara and Connie chuckled and both wore a big smile as they spotted something down on the river. "How long would it take us to get there that way?" Kara asked as she pointed to the steam powered riverboat moving slowly towards the docks.

"I always wanted to ride on one of those." Connie stated excitedly.

"Looks like a cargo vessel, not a passenger ship." Diana said.

"But even cargo ships would have a few cabins." Mae added. And she wouldn't have to have sex with Stanley Nygma.

"We don't have that kind."

"We will this afternoon." Connie answered eagerly. Ever since she was a little kid she'd wanted to ride a riverboat, and she wasn't going to let this chance pass her by. It was one thing to ride a replica, but they had the chance to ride the real deal. An 1850s riverboat with a paddle wheel and twin smoke stacks.

"Before we go betting what money we have left we might want to see just how long that ship will be in port and where it's headed next." Diana replied. She too wouldn't mind a ride on as piece of American history. And a nice smooth ride on the meandering Metropolis River beat butt blisters from riding a covered wagon, or foot blisters from walking. And the trip to Smallville would take less than a day. If the ship left later in the day they could arrive well rested in the morning.





8:34 A.M. Saturday July 5, 1856.

Smallville certainly lived up to it's name thought Kara as she led the way down the gangplank. The town probably had less than 300 residents, most of them being farmers at the time. The riverboat ride was way more expensive than the stage or buying their own horses, but they were now in Smallville with a little money left over.

Most of Kara's powers had now returned, yet Mae hadn't tested her power suit. With Kara's X-ray vision back that morning she could see some of the crew spying on them in their cabin through cracks between the boards. They had paid the hefty sum of $250 for this ride, having to out bid a traveling businessman for the lone available cabin.

"What I wouldn't give for a nice bath again." Connie groaned as she trailed the others. But after Kara whispered in her ear about the spying men she was just thankful not to have fully undressed to go to bed. At least she got to sleep in the bed and not on one of the cots provided. She and Kara bunked together since they had done the most to earn the money they had so far. Diana and Hitomi each had to sleep on a tiny cot. It was still a bit warm after the evening thunder storm, but it was a lot cooler than the night before and all 4 of them slept a lot better.

"There should be a small river on the way." Kara replied as they got stares when heading into town. Four pretty women alone in a hick town didn't go unnoticed. But then they had no intentions of staying around and answering questions.

Diana liked the idea of bathing in the river. They could find a secluded spot and get cleaned up before meeting Kara's uncle. Diana hadn't realized just how soft she'd become. Trained to be a hard as nails warrior she was a bit miffed at herself for being concerned as to how she might have a bit of body odor. During her stay in the man's world, and even back home, she had become accustomed to having a nice relaxing daily bath. So much so that she didn't even consider it a luxury.

Once well out of the town the girls came to a fork in the road. The right one would lead them to the area out in the back of the Kent farm. The left led past a very familiar looking brightly painted Victorian house. Connie had seen that house her whole life, though in black and white.

Kara's eyebrows arched as two men, one older and the other younger, walked out of the house with big smiles. They climbed onto a wagon and started riding in the direction that would bring them near. With her powers returning Kara could see their faces clearly where the others couldn't. Kara didn't want to discuss recognizing the man. Like Connie had seen the house all her life, Kara had seen pictures of the man several times before. Elijah Kent was a tall good looking man and was the first of the Kents to be born and raised in Smallville.She had seen a number of old pictures in the Kent family photo albums that Aunt Martha had.

The girls looked back from a hundred yards up the right fork as the father son team took the road back to town and a road that would lead them to the farmhouse.Kara would love to meet the long dead family member, but not after he just left a whore house. And the fewer people they interacted with, the better. If they wanted to return to the right future they had to be careful of just who they interacted with. There was no telling how them being there might change things. It was better just to get in contact with Jor-El and have him hopefully get them home.

When they got to a treed area the girls turned off the road. With Kara's powers now almost fully returned she could see the small river that supplied water for the Kent Farm. A bath was in order, but first Kara had to go get their things they left behind first. She couldn't fly yet, but she felt she could now run fast enough not to be seen by anyone. She'd get their things, and also get rid of the car which hopefully no one had come across yet.

A few minutes later the four naked young women were laughing and splashing around in the waist deep cool water. It was almost noon time on another quite warm day and the refreshing water felt delightful.

While getting undressed when Kara was gone Mae tested the status of her power suit, and like Kara's powers it too was back on line. They now were in a better position to protect themselves against just about any threat of the period. And the really good news for Kara was there was no Kryptonite, meaning she had no danger facing her at all.

Mae splashed Kara, Kara splashed Constance and Constance splashed Diana. The girls giggled and laughed as they frolicked in the 30 foot wide river. Then Kara gasped and stood up, holding her arms across her chest as she heard giggles from the trees that were too quiet for the others to hear. With her powers returning she spotted a group of young men spying on them. She had 3 fingers on her left hand extended to let Mae and Diana know how many of them there were.

"Suit engage." Mae said softly just before dropping below the water's surface. Diana and Connie both folded their arms across their chests as well and squatted down so their boobs would be below the water's surface.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU BETER LEAVE BEFORE WE COME AND MAKE YOU LEAVE!" Diana shouted bravely.

After a minute Kara had squatted down as well, but she could still see and hear them as they chuckled at the naked young women in the river. But Kara could also see Mae with her power suit powered down again throwing her dress on and picking up her sword. Those boys didn't know just who they were messing with. Boys spying on girls might be an age old tradition, but when one of them is a little Asian girl with a sword and a short fuse it's a good idea to move along.

"WE KNOW YOUR STILL THERE!" Kara shouted at them a few moments later, both to let them know they in fact knew they were still being spied on and weren't going to stand up until they were gone. And to also distract them as Mae snuck up on them through the underbrush.

Kara had to hand it to her tiny 5 foot nothing friend. Mae had her long dress tucked up around her waist so her legs were bare from just above the knees down. She made her way up behind the trio of boys, being distracted more as Connie stood up with an angry glare and threateningly yelled out "IF I HAVE TO COME OVER THERE AND CHASE YOU AWAY I SWEAR I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR IT!" She might not know what was exactly up, but she knew Hitomi had a power suit, a sword and she hadn't come back up after going under the water. She and Kara were up to something.

"THERE IS ENOUGH OF US TO MAKE SURE YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN!" Diana shouted as she too stood up. The three of them stood defiantly in the waist deep water, hands covering their boobs as Kara grinned. Mae had made it to just a few feet behind them.

"AAAARRGGG." Kara chuckled as Mae pocked the biggest of the 3 in the ass. As he stood up screaming, his hands on his butt, Kara and the others chuckled. As his friends jumped to attention and turned around Mae, with a stern expression and long dripping wet black hair, held her sword at the ready. Where the sword considered these boys as not much of a threat it didn't glow, but it was still razor sharp. As the lad's ass could testify to.

"I suggest you get moving like you were told to do." Mae snarled as them. She stood back a few feet, staring them down as the one she poked looked at the little bit of blood on his right hand.

"You stabbed me." the young man who couldn't have been more than 19 whined. And to Mae the shocked expression on his face was priceless.

"Maybe we should go with you and tell your mother exactly what you were doing." Mae said back in a very sarcastic tone.

The boy knew his mom would tan his hide. He might normally be too old for a spanking, but for something like this his mom wouldn't care if he considered himself a man now. She'd make him bring her a switch. "Fine, we're leaving." he begrudgingly stated as he and his pals slowly backed away. They were relatively good boys and weren't looking for trouble. But these were very pretty women. Probably the prettiest they'd ever seen. And three of them had the best looking boobs of any girls they'd spied on. The little Asian girl with the sword aimed at them was pretty, but she didn't have the nice big round boobs of the others.

Mae listened as the boys moved away, she occasionally looked over to Kara as she watched them. Kara would keep an eye on them. "YOUR NOT FAR ENOUGH AWAY YET BOYS!" She shouted as the boys stopped about 50 yards up the river and were again peeking through the underbrush, in a position to slowly make their way back. "DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE. IF I DO YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HAVE SOMETHING TO BE EXPLAINING TO YOUR MOMS. AND IT WON'T BE A LITTLE PRICK LIKE THAT FIRST ONE!"

Kara chuckled and gave Mae a nod and a smile as the boys begrudgingly went on their way. But the fun time was over as she and the others now headed to the shore to get dressed and be on their way. They had wasted enough time.

Kara was dressed first, being super fast. As the others got ready she looked around to make sure no one could see her then jumped high into the sky. A half mile away she could see the out cropping of rock they needed to find. If Jor-El was on Earth he would be alerted somehow when they accessed the station. She remembered asking her father about such places as a child and having it explained to her that the old watch stations on primitive worlds were alarmed. If researchers were there then they'd be informed. If there were no Kryptonians around the technology inside would destroy itself if someone forced their way in. But that shouldn't be an issue, the station's sensors should pick up on her Kryptonian DNA and allow them inside. Or at least it should was what she was counting on.




The four women stood in the middle of the observation station as the door slid closed, sealing them inside. Kara was correct in assuming her Kryptonian DNA would allow her entry. But she would have also liked to have tested her theory that Connie, like Lori, shared DNA from The House of El. But at the moment there were more pressing matters.

The girls stood stunned. Not only was the interior of the outpost different, it seemed they weren't welcome. "Name not in Kryptonian registry." the computer stated in an annoyingly mechanical, yet female sounding way. This wasn't a Jor-El program. Kara had stated her name when the security program requested identification. But seeing she hadn't been born yet, or maybe for some other reason, the machine wouldn't recognize her as having authorized entry.

"Request notification of Jor-El in this matter." Kara stated as the machine prepared to take action at what it perceived as intruders. Action that would kill a human. She'd be fine, and so would Mae who had activated up her alien power suit. Diana had her bracelets, but Connie was without protection. Kara and the others would have to protect her as well as themselves.

Panels opened quickly around the perimeter of the room and dozens of the energy weapons were pointed at them. "Well, that's rude." Kara joked. The defense weapons would be dangerous for a human, but in the blink of an eye she was standing back with the others after ripping the emitters of the guns. She had her arms folded across her chest as she wore a smug expression.

The girls were still wearing clothing of the era. At Diana's insistence they were to try as much as possible not to do or say anything that could change the future. Kara wasn't happy about it, but one of the biggest concerns was to not let Jor-El or anyone else know about what happens to Krypton down the road. If they saved their people then Kara would have never been sent to Earth. If she wasn't sent to Earth then she couldn't be there with them. Everything she had done in her life on Earth would never have happened. The future they would return to would be very different.

"What else you got?" Kara asked with a hint of attitude. Her eyebrows arched as a cloud of gas started to envelope them. As Diana and Connie started choking Kara simply inhaled the mist. She held her breath until her body had absorbed the toxin and then calmly exhaled.

"I grow tired of these games. Alert Jor-El." Kara stated. Then her jaw dropped as a digital display appeared on the wall. The others couldn't read it as the characters were Kryptonian, but a countdown had been initiated. The chamber was going to destroy itself, and them with it with a powerful implosion. The destruction would be contained within he structure, but none of the technology would survive.

Kara raced against time, ripping panels off the wall and yanking crystals and wires in an attempt to stop the destruction. If she couldn't do it soon her only course would be to break them out of there before the bomb went off. They'd have to find another one of these chambers and to Kara's knowledge the nearest one was in California. And she had no idea if she could actually break out without setting off the bomb immediately. She'd more than likely survive the destruction, but the others wouldn't, she needed to shut down the computer quickly.

The sound of ripping metal made Kara stop and they all looked to the door as it was ripped open from the outside. When they were ruled to be intruders the chamber was locked and not even someone with access could open the door again until the area was sterilized. "Tralix, cease destruct." the average sized man in tanned leather clothing like a pioneer would wear stated authoritatively as he looked over the 4 young women. And the destruction inside the chamber.

He was shorter than Kal having not grown up on Earth, but the young man seemingly in his early 20s looked very much like his son. He was only about 5'10", but his face and build were the same. And to Kara he had that same unsettling look on his face that Kal got when she did things he didn't approve of. Then again she did just trash the place. "Tralix, identify intruders." he barked.

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