With A Little (Secret) Help From Our Friends
Saturday December 1, 1979:
Pheromone walked through the alley that would bring him to the bank's parking lot on the side of the building. His intention on this visit was purely to check things out unless the opportunity was just too good to pass on.
It was almost noon time and Alison was sound asleep with a big smile on the shattered bed and wrapped up in the torn sheets, Helen hadn't gotten back from meeting with her mother so Frank figured to at least see the layout of the bank before taking steps to rob it. With it being closing time everyone would be working, meaning none of the guards would be hiding out in the back.
Pheromone walked passed the old man sleeping in his Lincoln Town Car, probably waiting for the wife he thought. The man who had to be in his 60's was sitting there in the driver's seat with the engine running. His head was tilted back and he was snoring away.
For this visit he wore his jeans, T-shirt and his overcoat. At the time there wasn't a need for a disguise. If it looked too good to pass up he could leave, take off the coat and put on the nylon stocking he picked up off of Ali's floor.
Pheromone gave a quick look from side to side, looking for cops, as he walked around to the front of the bank and spotted the middle aged black woman sound asleep on the bus stop bench. Frank paused for a moment thinking it was a bit odd, but then proceeded into the bank.
"What the fuck?" Pheromone was shocked. People were laying on the floor and slumped over desks. Everyone was sound asleep. Everyone but.
"FRANK?!" John Manchester, wearing a trench coat and nylon stocking over his head, was behind the counter stuffing money from the drawers into canvas bags.
"What the hell you doin' here?"
"I'm on the run like you now. I need money. Come on, get what we can and get the hell outta here before someone catches on." John replied as he never stopped stuffing money in the bag.
A few minutes later Supergirl was passing over Metropolis. She had gone to visit Barbara and taken too long. Her last payment for her room and board for the spring semester was due on Monday and she needed to get the cashier's check in but 10 A. M. Monday morning. It was too late to zip back to Stanhope and hit the branch on campus, but there was a branch near the Daily Planet building that would be open for another 5 minutes or so. At school she would need to change into Linda Danvers and walk across campus and through the campus center. At the city bank she could do a quick change in the alley and walk around the corner.
Linda smirked at the old man asleep in his car as she walked by him, the arched her eyes when seeing the woman on the bus stop bench. Kara thought it was a bit odd, but made her way to the front door where there was a man laying on the floor about 10 feet inside.
"What the?" Kara used her x-ray vision to see the inside of the bank, where the clock read two minutes to twelve. Except for two men everyone else was seemingly asleep, one man being a big black man that could be the guy who almost killed Barbara and the other she could see even with the stocking over his head was the creep from Stanhope. Her question as to the big man's identity was confirmed as he easily picked up a 200 pound teller and moved him out of the way so they could empty his drawer. "Dream Weaver and the professor together." she mumbled as she walked away. She'd have to hit the bank on campus as soon as it opened Monday, then rush the check over to the bursars office.
"Come on, let's get going before someone else comes." Pheromone said anxiously while standing there holding 4 bags full of 10s, 20s and 50s. They had hit the jackpot, but John was still filling bags.
"Fine." Dream Weaver grunted. He had two bags of his own now a with Franks help he would have more than he had expected even after they split it up.
Supergirl hovered high in the sky as the two men walked out of the bank, and quickly around the corner. The big black man carried 4 bags while the pervert had one in each hand. As they approached a white Montego she folded her arms across her chest and put on a stern face. "CHANGING OUR GAMES ARE WE? SHOULDN'T YOU BE TRYING TO KILL A HEROINE. AND SHOULDN'T YOU BE MOLESTING LITTLE GIRLS." she said loudly from about a hundred feet up.
"Put her to sleep." Frank gasped as he and John looked up into the sky. There was Supergirl, glowing in the mid day sun. And the view up her wind blown mini skirt wasn't bad, but she was someone they were better off not tangling with.
"She's a little too high." John answered as if he were board. How was she going to arrest them from that far away. She could nag them to death, but she couldn't lay a finger on them or she'd be taking a nap, just like anyone else who tried to stop them. But before he could explain his plan Frank dropped his money bags and jumped up into the air.
"What the?" Kara gasped as the 6'5" monster of a man barreled into her. He was strong, but not as strong as she was. She wrestled with him for a moment before she could get him off of her. And as he crashed down on the roof of an old Olds she suddenly felt very sleepy again. The realization that in her struggle with the professor she had dropped in altitude hit her just before everything went black.
"Quick, throw her in the back seat." John stated while Frank climbed to his feet as he hastily tossed money bags into the car.
Frank smiled as he stood over the slumbering beauty sprawled out on the pavement at his feet. The under scent of each person was like a finger print to him now. Everyone was a little different. Especially an alien like this one. Frank chuckled as he turned to John and stated "Your not gonna believe this, but this is that brunette from the other night."
At the moment Dream Weaver couldn't have cared less, they needed to get going before someone else stumbled upon them. It was just a matter of time before someone in the street spotted them and slammed on the brakes. Nothing would get people looking around like a traffic jam. "Just get her in the car." They could worry about who she was and wasn't later.
Frank gave John a quick glance, but John was right. They needed to get moving. He easily picked up the slumbering blonde and flopped her over his shoulder, her short skirt flipped up giving anyone who might see a nice view of her tight little red panty clad ass. "What about the trunk?" he asked as he walked to the car, her arms and long blonde hair swaying with each step.
"That's where the old lady who owns the car is. Just stuff her in the back seat." Sure it would be better to hide the heroine from view, but they only had so much time and keeping the old lady asleep would keep her from reporting her car missing. But sooner or later someone was going to report her missing.
He had stumbled onto her in a grocery store parking lot and put her to sleep. He pushed her across the bench seat and got in, then drove away. After finding a treed area in the park he struggled for a few minutes and stuffed her in the trunk. And after robbing the bank he'd return to the grocery store and drive off with the money in his own car. But his plans were changing with Frank showing up. Either one of them could be a force, but if they teamed up there could be no stopping them.
Pheromone wore a big smile as he stuffed Supergirl into the back seat of the two door sedan, copping a few feels as he did. He had wished for a chance to play with her and now he might just get it. But even better was they could now find out who she was when she wasn't Supergirl. And in doing so they might even be able to finger her cousin. There were a lot of unsavory people who would pay a fortune for such information. He and John could be set for life. They could soon be millionaires on an exotic island drinking drinks with umbrellas. And having hot young girls throwing themselves at them. Even John, while they're awake.
John was already in the driver's seat with the car running as Frank finished stuffing the heroine in the back seat of the two door car. He stood up, admiring her camel toe with the way her skirt was flipped up, and was ready to flip the back of the seat up when a young black woman came through the alley screaming and in a panic.
"HE'S COMING. HE'S COMING THIS WAY. GET IN AND HIT THE GAS!" she screamed as she jumped past a stunned big black man and into the front seat.
Frank was just about to grab her and toss her across the parking lot when John asked "Who's coming."
"THE BIG GUY WITH THE BIG TEETH AND CLAWS. HE KILLED A COP AND NOW HE'S COMING THIS WAY. HURRY!"
He's alive? Frank jumped into the car and closed the door. "You heard her. Unless you really want to see that beast again."
As John hit the gas the young woman asked to questions in a whiny voice. "You know him?" and "Is this Supergirl?"
As they pulled out onto the street, without bothering to look, horns were blowing and the young black woman slumped over.
"How? I tied an anchor to him and tossed him in the lake?"
"Are we sure it's the same guy." John asked as he looked in the rear view mirror. In the panic he put a lot of people to sleep, including some who were driving. The insurance companies were going to be very busy.
"You wanna go back and find out?" Frank asked as he looked into the back seat and took the time to check out the pretty black girl. She was tall, 5'10" to 6' 1", but it was hard to tell with her slumped to the side in the back seat. She wasn't overly slender, but she wasn't fat either. And she had a good sized rack, DDs at least Frank thought. But he'd wait until after he got her bra off to judge how good they were.
With her sleeping on her side as John drove where ever they were going Frank continued to size up the fairly nice looking woman. She was wearing high heel ankle boots and a denim mini skirt with no tights or stockings. She had on pretty white lace panties. Her top was a pull over sweat shirt and her long black hair was held in a ponytail with a colored elastic band. She was clutching a small black leather purse that he'd be looking through in a little while. And to Frank she smelled great. She wasn't pure, but he didn't smell like a slut.
She was more than pretty enough for Frank to want to play with her, but she'd have to wait. Pheromone wanted to see what he could get from the blonde bimbo. So what if she was forced to do porn back in the summer. And so what if John fucked her a few nights before. Now she was going to scream when he fucked her, if he could. If he could get in her alien pussy was going to be stretched like she never could have imagined.
Pheromone turned around to face forward and thought things over. John said he wasn't able to even wiggle a finger inside her as Supergirl, yet the other night when she was a brunette a had on problem fucking her. Odd, very odd. She could be fucked as a brunette, but not a blonde?
Pheromone wondered if maybe it was something like her costume that gave her powers, but he remembered the news reports that her captors had to have her exposed to Kryptonite to exploit her. But how did John fuck her without Kryptonite? He would love to know the answer, too bad he didn't have Wonder Woman's lasso.
A little after noon time Bill Dean was back from the hardware store with two plastic shopping bags. One with a new showerhead for the girls bathroom and the other with a replacement light fixture for the kitchen. Paula turned from the counter and smiled as she rolled out the crust for an apple pie. "That was quick." He had only been gone an hour or so. Mitch, god bless his soul, would have spent half the day at the hardware store. It was a wonder sometimes he ever got anything done.
'Thwack, ping, BANG.' Bill flinched, but he noticed Paula didn't even blink. And he didn't even need to ask. Someone, probably Connie, was using the batter's cage downstairs.
"Holiday shopping season. The place was deserted." Bill commented as he put the bags on the kitchen table and took off his jacket.
Paula would let it slide that he put his stuff in her way this time. They were still in the get to know each other phase and it would put a kink in things if she started badgering him already.
'Thwack, ping, clank.'
Bill had to hand it to Paula. She had raised 8 kids, the youngest still 14, but the boy had a paper route and from what his mother said he got god grades too. All of her kids studied hard and were expected to make honor roll every term.
And she still looked great. The woman in her early 40s had a body younger mothers in their 20s would kill for. Her DDs were still nicely shaped and firm. Her butt was round and tight. Her thighs were toned, as were her arms, indicating she too used the exercise equipment downstairs.
'Thwack, ping, BANG.'
As she made him his favorite pie she was wearing a floral print knee length dress that had a nice vee in the front. Over the top of her full length apron she was showing a good amount of cleavage. "I need a few tools." he said as his eyes wandered over the vision of loveliness before him. Paula was hot, Connie was a goddess.
'Thwack, ping, BANG.'
"Downstairs next to the gym area. The hand tools are in Mitch's old tool box." Paula replied in a flirty tone. There were tools in the junk drawer in the kitchen, but he wouldn't get a look at Connie that way.
'Thwack, ping, BANG.'
Bill walked across the basement, the 66 year old's eyes opened wide. Connie gave him a smile as she spotted him, but quickly refocused as the yellow softball came in from the machine. 'Thwack, ping, BANG.'
The young girl batting right handed swung her aluminum bat like a boy, hitting a line drive up the middle that would have taken off the pitcher's head. Her swing was smooth and with power, her hips led then her upper body followed delivering power from her strong legs. And she was dressed to attract attention as well. She had on her batter's helmet and her sneakers, but not much more. She was wearing a pull over sports workout bra and skin tight spandex shorts.
'Thwack, ping, clank.' foul ball. Bill walked over to the tool box trying not to get hard.
Connie smirked as the old man seemingly was trying not to look. "I can bat from both sides." she commented just before the pitching machine sent another ball her way. 'Thwack, ping, Bang.' Connie quickly switched to the left hander's batters box and gave her toned butt a little wiggle before the next pitch was delivered. 'Thwack, ping, BANG.'
"Ahem..Very good." Connie made sure not to giggle as she teased him. His clearing his throat before commenting was a tell that she was getting to him. She could see him looking out of the corner of his eyes as he kept his head down and went through the drawers in the old Craftsman rolling tool box at the far end of the cage. She gave her butt another wiggle, then the next pitch came. 'Thwack, ping, clank.'
Bill found what he was looking for and started to head back upstairs. He figured Connie shouldn't need to try so hard, he was interested in Paula. That is unless the girl was also interested in him, but that would be weird. He was old enough to be her grandfather.
'Thwack, ping, clank.'
Paula on the other hand was an attractive woman in her own right. And very old school. She was a throw back to when a man would come home from a hard day of work to find supper on the table and a cold beer waiting for him. In her own way she had stated a woman's place is in the home and it was her job to take care of her man, the house and the kids. A man should be able to sit down and relax when he got home. On the weekends he'd do the yard chores, or the boy children would. He should make sure the cars were taken care of and he and the boys would shovel the driveway after it snowed. Of course with him the snow removal would be a lot easier, he'd have one of his men come by with the bucket loader to handle that chore.
Bill headed back upstairs figuring he should take a shot with Paula, but he'd have conditions. If her sexual escapades were true then they'd need to stop. His boys would be more than concerned and he wouldn't stand for having a wife that slept around. And after a long life of hard work why shouldn't he have a young attractive second wife? One that keeps a clean house and cooks. And obviously likes sex. His 50th high school reunion would be coming up in a year and a half and he wondered what the other guys would think if he walked in with Paula on his arm.
"We have a lot on them." the female voice on the other end of the line stated with a bit of an attitude. "But you need to.."
"I need to finish some private business first." Axel was quick to snap. He was sitting on the bed of his cheap motel room with the TV on and the sound down low. The good thing about working for the CORPS was the resources. They had access to all sorts of government files. And they had people everywhere.
"They have frat brothers all over the country, but Carl wants you in Seattle."
"Screw Carl, I'm not his dog." first things first it was to Axel. First he'd make sure those bastards were not in a position to cause trouble that could threaten his baby sister. Then he'd go back to work. "Besides, the teacher could be of use." If he didn't kill the pervert.
"But the professor is super strong." the woman replied.
"But that drug he's taking will drive him insane over time. The pipsqueak, if he can be trained, could be turned into a protector for the high council." Axel paused as the TV channel switched over to a breaking news story. The special alert signal had been sent out on the Metropolis station to report a bank robbery. A bank robbery where everyone was oddly put to sleep.
Carly's talking went in one ear and out the other as Axel focused on the news. It had to be them. Security footage was reported to show two men, one small with a stocking over his head and the other big and black. It had to be them, and they were together. "Just shut up. Book me a room at the Metropolis Grand. Then find out how many of their frat brothers are in the city, where they work and what they own."
Axel hung up the phone even as Carly groaned with frustration. She wouldn't like doing it, but by the time he checked in at the hotel in an hour or so she'd already have a short list for him to start with.
"Now what? And what is this place?" Pheromone asked with a hint of frustration. They were in an old warehouse just outside the city. They still had the Montego with Supergirl and the unknown black girl in the back seat. And the old lady locked in the trunk.
"Remember Greg Helms? His father been working for Metropolis State University in maintenance for 40 years. He runs the department. This is where they keep the surplus office and dorm furniture." John chuckled as they got out of the car. The warehouse had an overhead door with a remote control he now had for a while.
Frank looked around them for a moment to see desks, beds, dressers, chairs and file cabinets piled up everywhere. Right in front of them was a living room set up and off to the side was a cot. "The place has electricity and running water. We should be fine here for a couple of days." "John commented cautiously as he turned around to look at the car. Now they had to figure out what to do with the three women and the stolen car.
To Frank the first part was easy. He walked around the car and with a look of frustration grabbed the keys from John. "What're you doin'?" John asked in a panicked tone as his big friend marched around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. John flinched and grimaced as Frank roughly pulled the little old lady from the car and gave her head a sharp twist.
He tossed the old woman back inside like she was yesterday's trash and slammed the lid back down. He wouldn't have to worry about her waking up now as he dumped the car. "Now give me your keys and tell me where to find your car. I'll go get it. You stay here and keep our other guests asleep."
John was scared shitless as Frank pulled Supergirl and the black chick out of the car. He tossed the black girl onto the bed on her back and sat Supergirl in a nice soft chair, and then tossed the bags of money on the floor. He was trembling as Frank left after suggesting he have some fun with the black chick since he couldn't do anything with Supergirl.
John was shaking as he walked over and sat on the edge of the cot. She wasn't like his usual conquests. She was a light skinned black, but that wasn't an issue. He had played with a few colored girls over the years.
She was tall, a 6 footer. And she was a bit older than his former students he had visited in the night. But she was quite good looking. She had good features and seemed to be in good shape. He figured she had to be in her mid 20s with big knockers. John reached out with his left hand and gave each of her big tits a squeeze through her clothes. And was rewarded with a soft moan. Her boobs felt firm, but he'd do a more detailed inspection shortly.
John looked towards the overhead door and flinched, he had never seen anything like that. Frank killed that old woman right in front of him like it was nothing. But he knew if he was going to live on the road now he'd have to get tougher. He was now an accomplice to murder and even though he wasn't the one who actually killed her the courts would still be sending him off to jail for a very long time, that is if they didn't execute him.
John flipped up the young woman's skirt and admired her nether region and her tiny lace panties for a moment. The lace was fairly shear and he could tell she was nearly clean shaven. John ran the forefinger of his left hand up and down the crease in the middle and grinned as she moaned loudly and her hips bucked slightly.
John bent over and picked up the purse which had fallen on the floor. "Let's just see who you are why don't we." he said to the sleeping beauty. He opened up the small bag and looked inside in search of her wallet. Compact, eye liner, tampons, tissues, a couple different lipsticks and a few Trojans. Except for the condoms it could be his wife's bag he mused. He pulled out the folded wallet slash coin purse and opened it up. In the picture section he found her driver's license. Maryse LeBeau, age going by her date of birth made her 24 and she lived not far from the bank. He address was right up the street, probably in that big apartment building a few blocks away he figured.
John checked to find she had about 14 bucks inside, then closed the wallet and put it back in her bag. He put the bag back on the floor as he would need nothing from inside, not even the condoms. Why the hell would he use such a thing, he wanted to feel what her pussy was like not rubber.
John stood up and walked to the head of the cot. He reached over and grabbed the waist of her sweatshirt and pulled it towards him. Pajamas were definitely easier to remove he thought as it took a few moments to get the damn garment removed, but the effort was well worth it. Her big round brown tits were restrained by a matching lace bra to her panties. He could even make out her 2" diameter dark brown areolas.
John sat down on the edge of the cot again, and again gave each of her big tits a squeeze. And again she moaned in her sleep. He glanced over at Supergirl and wondered if she was that brunette from a few nights before why he was able to fuck her, but he couldn't the other times she had been in his grasp.
Bird in the hand he figured as he turned his attention back to the sure bet. He'd worry about the Kryptonian cutie after Frank came back. Until then he'd just enjoy this mocha lovely. Besides, he'd already played with Supergirl, and if Frank was right he had already fucked her. Maryse on the other hand was fresh flesh to him.
John rolled her towards himself and unhooked her bra. Then he rolled her onto her back again and pulled the garment free. Her big boobs had some sag, a lot more than Wonder Woman's, but they were still firm compared to others he'd seen. With his long career and all the girls he'd visited he considered himself to be a boob expert. Over the years he'd visited several girls with DDS and Maryse was a little firmer than average. John smiled as he took a few moments to massage both of her orbs and she moaned again. He got a really loud moan as he bent over and suckled her left nipple for a few seconds. But he wasn't a teen boy, he wanted a lot more than just some titty play.
John stood up and moved to the foot of the bed. He took a few moments to remove her high heel boots and her ankle socks. Then he unhooked her skirt and pulled down the zipper on the side. The boots and socks were dropped on the floor at the foot of the bed and her skirt was dropped on top.
John was almost drooling as he reached out and gripped the waist of her panties at her hips and pulled them towards him. He held them up to his nose and took a deep sniff, she smelled sweet. But straight from the source would be better.
John knelt down beside the foot of the bed and pulled her left leg out so he could get between her legs. Her tightly closed camel toe pussy was seemingly inviting him in as he leaned over and stuck his tongue out. "Oh god Mike." she moaned loudly when he licked her twat.
John sat up and checked her hands. No rings were found, Mike was a boyfriend he figured. He licked her pussy a few more times, enjoying her sweet taste, and was rewarded with more moans and her hips bucking as if she wanted more attention. And more attention she was going to get. These cots might look cheap, but they were made to be used by teens. Teens that had a tendency to fuck like rabbits.
John ate her and fingered her for a few minutes until she was good and wet, inside and out. Then he stood up and undressed as she squirmed in her sleep, her body looking for the attention she had just been getting.
John let her wake up about a quarter of the way to get more of a response from her as he climbed on top of her. He slid his full 7 inches into her very wet and very welcoming vagina with a deep throaty moan from her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and her feet pulled him in as far as he could go.
"More, more." she called out as he started rocking his hips.
John grabbed the frame at the head of the bed with his left hand for support and his right hand groped her big wobbling tits. He fucked her hard and deep as the whole cot moved with the motion. Her big brown DDs looked like they were fluid filled as they undulated to the rhythm. "Yeah Mike. Yeah Mike." She kept calling out her boyfriend's name and her moans grew louder and more wanton.
John plowed Maryse with everything he had, the cot was sliding across the worn smooth concrete floor. The metal frame squeaked loudly with each hard thrust. Maryse grunted with each thrust and was fucking him back, then she gave a deep groan of disappointment as he stopped and came inside her.
As he climbed off her hands moved to her pussy to finish what he started. John allowed her a state of half alertness as she masturbated and he got dressed. Sure he was done, but if her body wanted more he didn't see any harm in her getting herself off. The body wants what the body wants. And her playing with herself would provide a little entertainment until Frank got back.
Diana returned to her apartment with a lot of thinking to do. Shayera was a bit off the mark in giving her opinion. The commands Axel gave her were now removed, but there was no way she deep down liked Axel in a sexual way. Sure she had him and let him go, and sure he had her and let her go. But she had her reasons for not turning him over to the authorities at the time. And she was sure him not killing her or turning her over to The Corps was somehow a plan of his. But what was his game?
Diana closed and locked the door, she'd never out live the embarrassment of the Olsen brothers across the hall catching her buck naked as she got off the floor after cumming three times and lunging for the door to close it. No one saw her masturbating, but she was embarrassed beyond words and Axel would pay for it someday.
But first things first. First she'd change from her jeans and nice blouse into one of her suits. Then it would be off to Metropolis to track down the bank robbers. Axel could wait, the professor and the pervert school teacher couldn't. Everyday the professor was on the loose the more dangerous he would become. And the more likely he was to kill again. He was the top priority at the moment.
Come mid afternoon Bill E. Dean had finished with the showerhead and the light fixture. The smell of the two fresh baked apple pies filled the air and so did the sounds of Connie's pitching practice. Every 15 seconds or so for the past half hour there was a loud thud as the ball hit the big board covered with a pad.
He went down the stairs where Connie had been for hours, practicing and working out. And her mother was down there too. An hour before she had walked by wearing a skimpy spandex outfit and carrying a towel.
In the basement he saw Connie deliver another amazingly fast pitch as her mother sweated heavily on the rowing machine. Paula worked hard to keep her trim waist and her tight ass. And smoking was a big no no as well. "Smoking causes lines." she had said during dinner the night before.
Paula stopped her workout and stood up. She grabbed her towel and wiped off the sweat. Stopping wasn't a good idea, but she had to show he was more important. "You finished already?" she panted.
Bill put the tools away trying not to notice Connie's sweet ass as she delivered another pitch. Paula came over to him with a smile and gave him a quick kiss.
"I think I'll check out that new showerhead." Connie stated as she took off her glove.
As her mom and Bill whispered who knew what she came out of the cage and walked over to them. "Thanks for fixing the shower." she stated sweetly, then leaned in to give the elderly gentleman a quick kiss on the cheek. She walked away knowing the plan. First were quick pecks on the cheek and short hugs. Then longer hugs and quick kisses on the lips. And hopefully that was all that would be needed from her. But if need be to get him hooked on mom she'd progress towards even giving him head. And if that wasn't enough she'd sleep with him. But everything was adlib. Look for opportunities and exploit them.
She went upstairs knowing just how important getting Bill to marry her mother was. During the courtship mom wouldn't be dating other men, and she wouldn't be dating as much while at home. At school she was far enough away to earn some money. But the deal was he and mom needed to be married before what money they had and could earn ran out and they lost the house. The house was paid off, but they were still paying off the medical bills from her father's prolonged illness. The insurance money and the military pension from her first step father had helped, but they still owed thousands to the hospital and were still paying for two of the funerals.
"So you'll be back?" Paula asked with a big smile.
"A home cooked meal would be wonderful." Bill commented back with a big smile of his own. With his two married sons being from out of town he had only been getting home cooked meals a couple of times a week. The rest of the time it was leftovers or take out. Or he had to cook for himself, and he wasn't much of a cook.
"Okay, dinner will be at 6." Paula led him up the stairs, letting him see her nice ass in her skin tight shorts. The ass he would have access to anytime he wanted as long as things progressed. She'd send him home with one of the pies. She'd finish her workout and shower, then she'd start making the spaghetti and meatballs. It would be a quick easy meal. She had some of her meatballs and her home made sauce in the freezer. She had learned to make big batches and freeze some for later use.
John snickered as Frank almost had to struggle to get out of the beetle. The big 6'4" man looked like he was climbing out of a clown car. And at least it was an automatic and he didn't have to shift. "One of these days your gonna have to get a real car." Frank groaned as he stood up and felt like crushing the damned car with his bare hands. And the thought crossed his mind that it was something he just might be able to do now.
Frank spotted the naked mocha girl asleep on the cot, and that there were now 3 more cots ready to be used, not that he was going to be comfortable on one of those damned little beds. "How was she?" he asked as be walked over to look down at the still slumbering cutie slumped to the side in the chair.
"Nice tits, tight and wet twat. All and all I give her an eight out of ten. I'd give her a 9 but she's 24 and kept calling out Mike." John said laughingly as he joined his old friend and looked down at the Kryptonian. Now they needed to figure out what to do with her.
Frank glanced down at the blonde's long supple legs, and where her skirt was flipped up a little he could see the camel toe in her bright red panties. "I think it's time to test just how strong I am now." he stated with a lustful smile.
John stepped back and chuckled as Frank used his super strength. Frank first took off both of the young heroines knee high red boots and tossed them aside. Next he stepped behind the chair and reached over to grip the bottom of her tunic. Both men wore big smiles as Supergirl's D-cups sprung free as he pulled her top up and off.
Frank would have paused for a moment to let John fondle her for a moment, but he'd already had 3 chances with her. Now it was his turn. He walked around front and pushed her legs apart, taking a moment to admire how cute her red clad crotch was. He then pressed his left hand against her stomach and took a firm grim of her panties with his right.
"NNNrrgg." Supergirl grunted loudly as he roughly ripped her underwear off. He held them to his face in inhaled her essence. She was sweet, and thanks to her unique physiology she was virginal fresh.
But Pheromone still didn't know for sure if he could penetrate the strongest pussy known to man. He tossed the ruined undergarment away and reached down with his right hand. He pressed at her most private area with his middle and forefingers. Her pussy strongly resisted, but with a lot of effort his fingers slipped in. And she at first gave a loud groan, but as his fingers penetrated she let out a long delightful sigh of pleasure.
"The slut likes it." John laughingly commented.
"Considering she was fucked silly and forced to do porn for months it's just a natural response for her now. Her body has been trained to respond favorably to sexual stimuli. Her conscious mind has healed enough for her to say no, but subconsciously and physically she's been trained for sex." Frank answered in scientific fashion. And as he slowly pumped the sleeping beauty he marveled at how that training now made her pussy become extremely wet very quickly. In a minute he was getting a loud sloshing sound.
"Let her wake up some. Let's see if we can get her to do more than moan a little." Frank wasn't his friend. He liked the interaction. If he wanted to fuck a dummy he'd get a fuck dummy.
Kara bit her lip a squirmed in the chair as Frank, with more effort than a normal man could provide, finger fucked the strongest girl on the planet. And without Kryptonite. Droplets of her vaginal juices splashed him as he chuckled.
"She's about half awake. I don't think it's a good idea to go much further with her." John stated as he watched with teen excitement bordering on giddiness. He could see Frank had to use some effort to do what he was doing. So the question remained, if she was the same girl as the other night how the hell did he fuck her?
"I'll decide how awake I'll want her. And I bet half my share of the bank money that by the time I'm done we can have her fully awake." Frank was confident that between the slave training she received and his supercharged pheromones he could control her. And in doing so he'd have done what he figured no one in the world had done so far. If someone did fuck her without Kryptonite then you'd think someone would have boasted about it. And cheap rags like the National Enquirer and The Globe would surely have printed that story. Or at least it would have been in the Penthouse Forum where he was going to tell his story. Pheromone would forever be a name to remember.
"I don't suppose you have a camera?" Frank asked. What good would claiming he fucked Supergirl be without the proof? The pictures of his monster black dick making her scream, and the pain etched on her face would speak louder than anything he could write.
"In the trunk of the car." John walked over to the car as Frank tossed him the keys. Over the Thanksgiving weekend he and the wife were supposed to go away alone, but she came up with some lame excuse why they couldn't go. Her mom wasn't feeling well.
John caught the keys and popped open the trunk in the front of the car. Not knowing which camera Frank wanted He took both, the Polaroid instant camera and his old 8mm movie camera along with the tripod. The movie camera had almost outlived it's usefulness. It was nearly impossible to find film now. The instamatic had half a cartridge and a full 24 shot cartridge also. He walked back over to the living room area were Frank was almost done undressing, and sporting a 15" monster boner.
"Stocking? You got another stocking?" Frank asked. If they were going to make a movie then it was only proper he go for the full effect and hid his face.
"Right pocket, overcoat." John replied. He then put the camera case sown on the coffee table and opened it. The movie camera had a new unused roll of film ready to go, but he'd have to use it sparingly. He had one more, but they were only good for 20 minutes each.
In a few minutes John was ready, and so was Frank. Frank had Supergirl laying on the cold concrete floor away from any furniture with her tunic laying on her chest and her skirt over her crotch area. Her red boots were laying on the floor beside her and Frank was standing over her wearing nothing but a stocking over his head.
"I got 35 still shots and about 40 minutes of film." John stated as he pointed the movie camera at the slumbering heroine and Frank from about 20 feet away and adjusted the lens settings. What good would it be if the images weren't clear, it was bad enough they were going to be in black and white. And without audio, but they still would have the color instant photos.
Frank still didn't really know if he could do it. Sure he got his fingers inside, but it took a lot of effort. Frank gave John a nod to have him start the movie. As he heard the old motor whine he looked down at the blonde beauty, her hair splayed out on the floor around her.
Frank bent over and removed the top, then held it up for the movie camera to get a good couple of seconds look, he then tossed it to the side. John hovered around with the instamatic at the ready as Frank showed her skirt to the camera as well.
John focused his mind on Supergirl as Frank picked her up and held her erect for the camera to get a full frontal shot of her naked glory. He held her with just his left arm around her waist, and his big cock sticking out from between her legs, as he brushed the hair away from her face and held her head so she was facing the camera.
Frank then grabbed the cushions from to of the chairs and put them on the floor, one on top of the other. John took a still shot of the odd dance as Frank moved about still holding Supergirl and his cock still between her legs. Her arms and legs dangled and her big firm boobs jiggled as she rode on his tree branch.
John walked back over and adjusted the focus and aimed it lower as Frank laid her over the cushions, her head towards the camera and her cute little round backside up in the air. "Don't let her wake up until I say so." Frank said in a serious tone as he knelt behind Kara and straddled her silky smooth thighs.
"Are you kidding? I don't want her awake at all." John whined. Letting her be alert to what was happening could be very dangerous. She was someone who could reek a lot of havoc in the blink of an eye. And she could shoot heat beams from those bright blue eyes too. And what they were doing fit squarely under the column of drastic.
"I want her fully awake by the end, but I'll determine when and how much. You just get the pictures and keep her mind at bay." Frank also knew just how dangerous what he was doing could be. If she reacted violently and was too awake she could toss him off and turn around and attack him. She could snap his neck in the blink of an eye, probably a lot faster than John could put her back to sleep.
Frank readied himself mentally as he stroked his cock with both hands. "A little K-Y would be nice." he groaned. With her asleep he couldn't have her cover his tool with saliva, he'd be going in dry. She was wet from his fingers, but that extra lubrication would be helpful.
John chuckled, he had planned on filming himself and the wife, and he had some lube in the camera bag. At her age she was starting to have a few issues with vaginal dryness. "Got some."
John tossed him the tube and Frank wasted no time in applying it to his huge cock. John was hard himself as Frank lined up his cock then took a firm grip of both of her hips. "The movie camera will get it from the front. Take the stills from the side. Let's show the world what my cock can do to even her." Frank joked. The powerful boasts were ones as he still had questions as to if he could really do it, but saying those words like that before hand would sound cool later when they told the story.
John concentrated on Supergirl and stood ready, and a somewhat safe distance away. His shot would encompass all of Supergirl and all of Frank's cock. John took the first still, then as the movie camera hummed and the instamatic whined Frank pushed his hips forward and pulled back on Supergirl with a lot of force.
Both men were shocked by the swiftness of her reaction. In the blink of an eye she was on hands and knees, her head up and pointed towards the camera. Her eyes were wide open as was her mouth. She took a long loud gasping breath from the shock and was then frozen in shock with half of Frank's monster jammed in her tight pussy. Her face turned crimson as she was frozen in place like an obscene statue, trying to scream but nothing coming out.
John snapped one more shot, but otherwise was focusing hard on keeping Supergirl under control. "I can't put her more than 10% or so. Drastic. Remember drastic can override my commands."
Frank didn't panic though. He had expected a strong reaction, but after the initial shock her reaction had yet to proceed further. "Fine, but don't let her wake up further yet." Even without John's abilities the scientist knew enough. The mind takes a few seconds to become fully aware as to what's happening when waking up. The conscious mind was the part that he feared. Her body had been exposed to his pheromones long enough for her to be fully effected. If they could keep her from the state of full alertness until her own body overruled her mind then he just might be able to do what he said. It was a gamble, but one the scientist in him had to know if he could get the job done. This was in the interest of science as much as for his own enjoyment. Could Supergirl be fucked by someone without Kryptonite? The answer was a resounding yes. But now the question was could he fuck her when she was fully awake and alert? The jury was still out, but he would soon know.
Kara finally took a long gasping breath. Her face was scrunched up and beet red as Pheromone slowly rocked behind her, his big black anaconda stimulating her. Frank's eyes opened wide in shock as her hands dug into the concrete floor as easily as a human hand could dig through sand.
Kara continued to claw at the floor as Frank held her hips and they both rocked slowly. Supergirl's body slowly relaxed and her head fell limp as the initial shock faded and John was able to get more control over her. "I don't know about this." John grumbled. The bet was stupid. Letting her wake up was a bad idea in everyway. She had been stupid with them so far, but there was only so long their luck would last with someone who can move in the blink of an eye.
"It'll be fine. She'll fall under my spell sooner or later. We just have to proceed cautiously. She had slave training, it'll come back to her. You'll see." Frank spoke confidently, even if he was questioning it himself. But the scientist in him had to know the answer.
Supergirl's muscles relaxed and her arms collapsed, her head fell to the floor. Frank held her by the hips and continued to slowly work his way in. Almost every muscle in her body was limp, but her pussy was clamping on to his cock with a powerful grip. She was tighter than any girl he'd ever fucked by a large amount, and that was taking into account his super strength now. She was incredibly tight, but he was enjoying every inch of her.
"nnaa nnaaa..uuuhhh..uuuhhh." Supergirl moaned with each thrust and each centimeter of his invading member.
"Too bad I can't see what she's dreaming right now. I bet it's a good one." John joked as he snapped another picture.
"How asleep do you have her?" Frank asked. Sure she was moaning, but she was just laying there. He wanted some reaction from her. He wanted the pain etched on her face. He wanted her to be gritting her teeth. And most of all he wanted her to be fucking him back.
But that might just have to wait a moment Frank thought as he hit an obstacle. He was about two thirds of the way in and his cock was hitting a barrier. Frank held firmly to her hips and pulled her towards him, but it wasn't enough. He was blocked and all Supergirl did was grunt loudly. Frank tried again, pulling her towards himself harder. This time a shiver ran through her body and she expelled a louder grunt.
"Be ready John. It's all or nothing." Frank stated with determination.
"Oh crap." John squeaked as Frank grimaced and pulled her towards him as hard as he could and at the same time lurched his hips forward with the same intensity.
John fought her with everything he had as Supergirl's head shot up again. That look of shock and pain was back but this time she screamed loud enough to shatter several of the windows. John dropped the camera, but at least he had the strap around his neck. Both men had to put their hands over their ears and John almost passed out.
John fell to one knee, but he was awake. Shaken, but awake. As his vision returned to normal he saw Frank gritting his teeth with a look of pain on his face. He was holding on for dear life as Supergirl's whole body shook with a powerful orgasm. To his horror she was fully awake, but at the moment unable to do anything but ride her waves of pleasure.
"NNNNRRRGGGGAAAAA." She grunted loudly as she again was up on her hands and knees. Her pain etched face was looking straight at the camera. Her eyes closed, her mouth open and her right hand in a fist slamming into the concrete and pulverizing it.
Frank had a look of total shock after the wildest ride of his life. He was fully sheathed in the equally shocked heroine. But John was able to regain his senses that much quicker. As Kara came down from her high, her eyes opening as she started to become aware of her painful situation her eyelids grew extremely heavy too quickly for her to do anything about it.
"ARE YOU FRICKING CRAZY?" he screamed as Supergirl's body went limp again. But all Frank did was laugh as he raised his right hand in the air and gave Supergirl a hard and loud spank on the ass. "Your nuts."
"But I'm all the way in. .. And she just had an orgasm on camera." Pheromone was going to be a legend. He had done the impossible, and now he was going to push it even further. He was going to tame this meddlesome bitch. With the movie as evidence he was going to make her his little alien fuck toy. Though with that orgasm it felt like she was going to crush his cock into nothing. But she hadn't. He survived it. And so did not so little Frank.
"Your certifiable."
"The hard part is over, I'm all the way in. All we have to do now is let her slowly wake up. And then show the world I made her my bitch. Pheromone will be a name to be remembered. And one she won't ever forget." he bragged. Frank gave her another loud and powerful slap on the ass before looking at John with a cold stare. "Slowly let her wake up. Just be ready if she tries anything."
"If she tries anything we could be dead before I react." John snapped. But he could see by Frank's face he had no choice in the matter. He wasn't going to have to be ready to help Frank, it was going to be to save his own neck.
But Frank was confident she had inhaled enough of his pheromones for him to have her under control, that is if Kryptonians had pheromones. But they had to. Superman made goo goo eyes at that reporter, Lois Lane, for years. There were plenty of more attractive women out there, but he always seems to be there when she's in trouble. She may now be with that other reporter guy, but the whole world knew there was something between Superman and Lois Lane. There had to be a power of attraction going both ways.
John closely monitored Supergirl's reactions as he slowly allowed her to awaken. The pained expression on her face grew stronger and she gritted her teeth as she raised her upper body off the floor again. She rocked on her hands and knees as her eyes slowly opened.
"Wha?" she groaned loudly as she turned her head and looked behind her. There was a deep questioning in her pain filled eyes. Tears streaked her face as she hung her head and gritted her teeth. "Too big." she managed to groan as John almost laughed himself when noticing she was rocking on her hands and knees and Frank was just kneeling there with an ear to ear smile. He was right. He had Supergirl fucking him back. But could they make her do it until he came.
And that's when he showed up again. There was a loud noise to Frank's left as someone ripped the steel bars off the soaped up window. Before he could get to his feet the big blonde beast came hurtling through the window, sending shards of glass everywhere.
Kara collapsed to the floor clutching her stomach that hurt as if someone had given her a severe beating. But it didn't last long as everything again went dark.
John wasn't about to wait for the result as Frank lunged at the intruder with equal fury. As the two powerhouses smashed up the warehouse he grabbed two of the bags of cash, after all Frank won the bet and if he lived through this he didn't want Frank out for his head too. Then going back for more of the money was also a dangerous proposition. And he wasn't about to go get the movie camera, but he did have a few nice snapshots in his jacket pocket.
John threw hat he figured was his share into the car and got the hell out of there. The last thing he saw as he backed out through the overhead door was Frank flying through the air and crashing into a pile of furniture.
Kara slowly started to awaken moments later, as did Maryse. As the two bloodied up monsters fought the black girl hightailed it out of there quickly. Kara slowly rose to her feet, confused with an aching stomach and with a very sore pussy. She wavered on her feet for a moment, then grunted as she was knocked to the ground when Axel was thrown into her.
"What in Rao's name?" she whined as she reached for her tunic that was on the floor close by. As she became more aware she could tell the two combatants, the professor and for some unknown reason Axel.
Kara sighed as she pulled her tunic over her head and spotted the camera. As she pulled her top down to cover her tits her eyes glowed red. "One less problem." she grumbled as the camera burned.
Axel and Pheromone continued to tear up the warehouse as Kara located her skirt and put that back on. She rolled her eyes and sighed though when finding what was left of her Kryptonian underwear. It took a lot to rip them and the professor would pay. Even if it was because the drugs were effecting his mind. He could have still been a gentleman and just slipped them off. There was no need to ruin them. The odd part was they were super tough, nearly indestructible. But her panties were nothing but a rag now.
Kara sighed as she watched the two blood covered men go at it as she grabbed her boots and sat in the chair to put them on, then stuffed what was left of her underwear in her left boot. She could almost smell the testosterone. And it could have been the chemical cocktail the professor's body was emitting, but for some reason she felt she should help him.
"I guess I better stop this before someone gets killed." she grumbled as she stood up, fully clothed except for her panties, and took her power pose. She sighed, then put a look of determination on her face. No matter what, she wasn't going to give into base animal instincts. It was time to bring the professor to the law. And Axel too. He might have just helped her, but he was still a wanted man.
Kara cringed as two patrol cars came in through the open overhead door with their lights flashing. As four officers jumped out while drawing their guns she heard more coming. She'd like to have finished it then and there, but she wasn't about to be talking with a group of police officers while wearing a mini skirt and no underwear. She had a problem with her reputation already.
With several cars surrounding the warehouse Kara ran out through the overhead door. And in the blink of an eye she was miles away. With that many cops they should be able to get things under control, but just in case she raced out to the farm.
She had clothes at school, home and on the farm. Kara raced up to her room and opened the secret storage nook to grab another pair of her super strong undergarments. Pheromone would pay for ruining a pair of them. She only had so many and it was nearly impossible to get more. She'd have to get them from off world.
With underwear on she raced back to the warehouse, she hovered high in the sky and gasped. More cops were showing up, but the first 4 inside were on the ground dead. And the professor and Axel were both gone.
Kara scanned the area from overhead, but found no sign of them. She looked down with great sadness. Four police officers were dead. And they were dead because of her. She had chosen her modesty over protecting them. A thousand feet up she hung her head in shame. Tears streaked her cheeks as she slowly flew away. The papers wouldn't blame her, no one would know she was there, but she blamed herself.
Pheromone stopped in an alley miles away. He wasn't just super strong, he was fast now too. He wasn't in the league of Superman or the Flash, but he could out run a car down city streets. He and the big beast man took off in different directions after dispatching the cops with guns pointed at them. Then as more and more cops showed up they both took off in different directions. Though he and the beast didn't talk it over Frank figured he had the same reason as himself. Get the hell out of there before Supergirl came back or Superman showed up.
Frank stood deep inside the ally wondering what to do next. The warehouse was out of bounds, as was the garage after the bank robbery. That whole area was crawling with cops now. And to piss him off that much more the beast man had run off with his share of the money. That Son of a Bitch didn't just attack him, he robbed him. "Damn prick will pay." he grumbled.
But first he had other issues. Namely he was alone in an ally with no money. And more importantly, no clothes. Fortunately he was extremely fast, but people did notice him as he streaked through the city streets, but then in Metropolis people were used to seeing strange things. Frank sighed as he looked up. Starting a few floors up there was laundry hanging out to dry. The sun was starting to go down and it was getting quite cold. Frank leapt up onto the fire escapes and started looking for stuff he could wear.
Axel hid in a patch of trees in the park. With it getting dark people would be leaving now. He stood looking around holding four big bags full of cash. The Corps paid all his expenses and gave him a fairly hefty salary so all this money would be going straight into his overseas bank account. Swiss banks weren't just for the ultra rich to hide their wealth. He wasn't a millionaire, but he was getting close to having a million of his own. And in time he wouldn't have to be anyone's lap dog. He'd be his own man.
Axel looked at his feet to find his gym bag right where he left it. He was no boy scout, but he still had the motto of always being prepared. He couldn't go back to the hotel covered in blood, people would talk. He'd hide out in the trees until his injuries healed, then go back to the hotel and think of his next move. That guy was still getting stronger, and more dangerous. Sooner or later he'd have no sense of reason. He had to be stopped.
But if his research could be fine tuned it could be quite valuable to the right buyer. If the mental side effects could be eliminated, and who gave a fuck about the sexual effects, then the enhanced strength could be worth something. Axel imagined himself as strong as Superman. But super strength without metal stability was a danger to all around.
For Axel the answer was kill the big black jackass and get the lab assistant. In fact the Corps was already considering moving her somewhere. As soon as she wasn't being looked over by the cops. In a few weeks she'd have a nice lab set up for her in Costa Rica.
Linda Danvers walked into the library with her back pack full of homework, head hung low. She was shocked to see Lori sitting at their usual table. It was a weekend and dinner time. Lori should be at home.
"Not hungry either, huh?" Lori groaned softly as she spotted her friend who should be at the dining hall.
Both girls could see the other was dealing with something, but Kara sat down across from Lori in silence. Just being together would bring moral support until each could talk about what was bothering them.
Kara sat there thinking how do you tell someone you are responsible for people getting killed.
Lori sat there wondering how do you tell people you come from a long line of whores.
"Your late." Janet said with a big smile as Richard walked through the front door and took off his jacket. Tommy was already sitting at the table with the freshly cooked steaks in front of him.
After unburdening herself of the family secret to Lori, Janet was suddenly feeling a lot better. Better than she had in months. She didn't need a psychology degree to understand her illness had been a result of stress. A result of holding in that dreadful secret.
"Steak? Your feeling better?" Richard wore a big happy smile as he walked over and sat down. Coming home he felt great as it was after Connie came to the store and he spent half an hour in the stockroom with her. Now with Janet feeling better, and color back in her cheeks, things couldn't be much better.
Steak, mashed potatoes and green beans. His favorite meal. "LORI, SUPER TIME." he called out.
Janet smirked as she sat down. She was already showing a bulge from her pregnancy. "Lori's not home."
"Oh."
It wasn't unusual for a girl her age to be out. And after supper Tommy would be going over a friend's house for a while. Janet would let Richard know about what she had told Lori. And she knew about him and Connie. And that it had to stop, just like her sneaking off to be with Allen had had to stop.
Richard was seeking comfort for his own needs, and because she was sick and couldn't provide. He had found out months before she had been sneaking off to satisfy Allen so he wouldn't be pressuring Lori for sex. She and Richard had gone off for a weekend to resolve things, and that's when she became pregnant. And there was no question the baby was Richard's, Allen had always worn a condom. And his didn't rip.
It wasn't like it was a you did it so I can situation. They had both strayed over the years. But they both needed to sit down and talk. They did love each other, but with another baby coming into the house that kind of shit had to stop. Richard was working in the small town he lived in now. People would find out, there would be talk. Besides, Lori was the same age as their own daughter. Connie might be a lot more sexually mature, but she was still just 18.
And someday soon, like after finals when Connie came home for Christmas break or even sooner, she would have a woman to woman talk with Connie. Connie and Lori might have their differences, but she and Paula were still close. And if Paula found out Connie was giving it away there'd be hell to pay. Janet also had an ace in the hole. An old high school friend had been in town for the holiday weekend and gave her a call. They had a nice long chat, Connie being one of the topics.
Connie was up to something, that Janet knew. But if the little witch thought she was going to cause some kind of trouble she had another thing coming. Connie was going to find out she was out of her league.
Sunday December 2, 1979:
Linda snickered as Lori groaned loudly and dove over her to shut off the damned alarm clock. "Damn I hate when I do that." It was 6 in the morning, 6 on a Sunday morning, and Lori had stupidly set the alarm clock.
"It's not funny." Lori chuckled as she returned to her side of the bed. After the long heart to heart Linda had gone home with Lori to spend the night, again.
"How you feeling?" Linda asked. Finding out your from a long line of whores and your mother had slept with men for money could be Earth shattering news.
"It's weird. Mom had me believing she was sweet and innocent until she married dad. And she raised me to be the same way, but it was all a lie." Lori whined, evidently not over it yet.
At least she still had her mother, Kara thought. Kara had learned that her parents, and her aunt and uncle, didn't live up to her memories either. "You are what you are. Your mother broke that cycle. Your free to be you. No one says you have to sell yourself." Kara replied.
"I guess your right." Lori grumbled as they laid beside each other in the bed. "But I know mom. If she told me that much there's a lot more."
"Let it go Lori. If what she told you upset you this much don't go looking for more. Let it lie."
Lori mumbled something under her breath, then asked Linda how she felt. "And you? Your body heeled, but what did that bastard do to your head?"
"I'll be fine. It wasn't my first time. Though it was the first time I had all my powers and there was no Kryptonite. He still hurt me, but it was different." To Kara it was a totally odd sensation, to have sex without weakness or the Kryptonite pain. She still felt pain, a lot of it when she was awake during and immediately after, but it was totally different. The pain this time was more localized.
"You know what it means don't you?" Lori gave Linda a little playful nudge as she asked.
"What?"
"You can't get pregnant because Kryptonite will kill the ova after it's released you said. But that guy didn't need.."
"No way I want a baby with some sick.."
"Not him. But if he can, then there has to be others who can."
A glimmer of hope flowed through Kara. For the first time since she ever thought of having a kid of her own someday she sensed it was possible. She'd have to find someone with incredible strength, and a more normal sized dick. But Lori was right. There had to be someone else, and hopefully sane, who could screw her without Kryptonite. It was a needle in the haystack, but the needle had proven to be there. She just had to find it. Someday. Someday after college.
"You gonna go to the school paper?" Lori asked next. Linda was a journalism major and they all work at the school paper. First semester students weren't allowed, but the notice had been posted. There would be a meeting for all interested Monday afternoon who wanted to join for the spring semester.
"I don't know if I should." Linda whined. Two of the girls in the old police chief's porn ring were seniors and would have a lot of say who was taken on. Even if Todd Bernstein, a former reporter for The Daily Planet, was the faculty advisor and editor.
"They can't keep you out if Professor Bernstein says yes."
"But they hand out the assignments and can make my life miserable." Linda groaned.
"For 4 months. The Corps held you prisoner and made you do awful things. How bad could it be?"
Connie sat in the living room watching the TV news in her nightgown as Bill Walked out of the bedroom. He gave her a smile as he walked by seeing her sitting on the sofa like a boy even though she was wearing a nightgown, one knee up her legs slightly spread and not bothering to hide her panties from view.
Bill walked into the kitchen, after spending the night again, to a hearty pancakes and sausage breakfast. He enjoyed her flash, but he had seen more of her the morning before. But he doubted the flash was for him anyway, she barely noticed him as he walked by. She, her sister and a few of her brothers were waiting for the list of Heisman Trophy nominees.
"And from Metropolis State University, Richard Malverne" Connie's jaw dropped to the floor. But she quickly composed herself.
"Hey, that's your school." her twin brother Ray said laughingly.
"You know him?" Her younger brother Leo asked hopefully. His sister was going to school with one of the best college quarterbacks in years. A celebrity.
"It's a big school." Connie groaned as she hoped her brothers couldn't read her mind. She had a rule about not dating boys and concentrating on school. But that big muscle head had been hitting on her since day one.
On the first day of school he walked through the weight room with a cheerleader on each arm and tried to get her. "Well looky at what came in this year." the 6'4" 227 pound senior said as he lustfully eyed her toned body in her skimpy workout outfit. He was hot, but she had her rules. Beside, he chased everything in a skirt that was good looking. And most of the girls were more than willing.
Connie thought it amusing. Literally thousands of girls at the school would sleep with him for free knowing he'd dump them the next morning for the next girl to come along. Yet those same girls if they knew of her activities would label her a slut or a whore.
Connie cringed at the idea if her mother finding out the self centered jackass had asked her out dozens of times. Mom would see the dollar signs and go nuts. The boy had a brilliant future and was going to make a ton of money in the NFL.
But Connie wanted no part of him. He'd be traveling all over the country, sleeping with who knows who. She'd be well off, but stuck at home. And if she so much as had dinner with another man it'd be front page news. It was a big double standard. He'd be well regarded as a womanizer while if she did the same thing she'd be called a slut in every paper across the country.
Money wasn't everything, she just couldn't tell mom that. Connie had her own dreams. Her own aspirations. She was going to the Olympics. She was going to be a big sports star and make her own fortune. She wouldn't make as much as a man, but that just meant she'd have to work harder. And if she had to whore herself to get there, then so be it. She'd make no apologies. She'd be her own woman, beholden to no man.
Her big problem though was that softball wasn't an Olympics sport, though there were efforts to change that. But as part of her agreement to attend Metropolis State on their scholarship was that she be allowed to participate in track and field meets on days she wasn't pitching. It was good physical training and she couldn't pitch every game anyway.
As the early morning sun shown through the bedroom window, Mae Carver awoke with a big smile of satisfaction. The sex had been great and Bill looked very handsome in his dress uniform. But she also had a better understanding of what was going on in his head. A better understanding of what his hang up was about being with her. She saw the picture. She had escorted him to the wake and on a board above the casket was a collage of photos. One with a group of soldiers, including Bill and George, and a young Vietnamese girl. A girl who looked very much like her. So much so it was scary.
Some of the other men in uniform gasped when she walked in on his arm, it was like they were seeing a ghost. But by the end of the night she had the story. How Bill's unit befriended her family and village. How the Vietcong strapped a bomb to her and threatened to kill her whole family if she didn't do as told. And how Bill spotted her heading for the command tent and had no choice but to kill her.
She also heard how their unit raced to her village to find everyone dead. The Vietcong had wiped them out. It was something that had shaken Bill to the core. And something he'd have to work through before their relationship could go further.
Mae leaned over and kissed Bill on the cheek. She then climbed out of bed with a greater understanding. He did love her, but just seeing her reminded him of a great pain. She knew that with a phone call he'd be at her side, and it was the same the other way around. But for an unspecified time their relationship would be nothing more than moments here and there. And of course great sex. His heart belonged to her, even if his mind was still in the jungle. Bill had no interest in other women so it was turning out that he had a lot of pent up sexual energy. At least he had until that 4 hour session where he came for her 3 times and she was sent over the edge a good dozen times.
Mae picked her dress she wore to the wake up off the floor. She found her panties and her stockings. But in the dim light she couldn't find her bra. She sighed, then figured he could keep it. His bedroom was as messy as the rest of his apartment and she didn't have the time to mess around. She needed to hunt down the professor and his partner. Help was on the way, but she needed to know where they were.
Mae grabbed her black high heels and stepped out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door. She'd be back for the funeral Monday morning, but she needed to get to work on the case. She walked towards the bedroom carrying her stuff, then paused and gave a smile and a little wave to the older gentleman looking across the alley while holding his coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.
Mae had the dress hiding her private parts, but the man could see she was naked. She rolled her eyes with a smirk as she blushed slightly. She double timed it into the bathroom and closed the door, giving the old guy a quick look at her naked butt.
Around mid morning Connie ran down Clover street, about three quarters of the way through her 4 mile run. And she was running. There was a big difference between jogging and running. Jogging was for those just trying to stay in some form of shape. Running was for real athletes. Running required good form, not everything bouncing all over the place like with jogging.
Connie had great form. Her hands were loose and at her hips. From her waist up everything moved on the same plain, there was barely any jiggle in her boobs. There was no wasted energy. Her high school coach had complimented her, saying she ran like a boy. And it was why she was so good. And when she practiced with the track team the coach would push her. She'd run the mile against the 4 girls running the 4x440 relay. And some times she'd win.
Soccer season was just ending and it was time for basketball. There was no rest for Connie. Working out was no fun, but playing multiple sports allowed her to mix things up and gave her reasons to stay in shape all year round. And she enjoyed the feeling of competition.
Connie was pushing herself, trying to finish her 4 mile run in under 20 minutes. She had beaten 14 minutes for 3 miles a year earlier. And once she obtained her 20 minute goal she'd shoot for 19. Then she's push for 5 miles in 25 minutes. If she was going to make the '84 Olympics she needed to get stronger and faster. The 1980 Olympics was too soon for her, but in 4 more years she planned to be one of the best in the world, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Especially some self centered over sexed boy.
Janet drove down Clover with a scowl on her face. The blue sweat suit gliding gracefully down the street with the long black ponytail barely swaying from side to side was Connie. And the pair of middle aged men walking their dogs that had just smiled at her, then turned and watched her ass were pigs. Then again at least it wasn't summer. The girl had been responsible for numerous accidents while out running in a sports bra and her skin tight spandex shorts.
But Connie had that effect on men. Angelic face, 34D-23-34, she was tall and besides her boobs there wasn't an extra ounce on her body. She was strong, yet she had obtained her physical prowess without sacrificing her feminine form. She had a body every red blooded man drooled over.
Janet pulled up just in front of Connie and put the car in park. She threw the passenger side door open just as Connie was getting there and barked. "Constance Sandra St. Cloud, get your ass in this car."
Connie stopped in her tracks, then stepped back warily. Aunt Janet sounded very angry, and she used her middle name. When adults used your middle name in that tone of voice it was never good. But to Connie she was the one who should be upset. Aunt Janet was the one who got between her and Allen, even though she didn't care about him anymore. But she had over stepped her bounds in the matter and never apologized. So why was she so mad unless.. "Oh crap." she mumbled. Aunt Janet knew about her and Uncle Richard.
"I think I'd better finish my run. We can talk at home." and mom would be there to run interference. Mom would be mad as hell she was sleeping with Uncle Richard for free, but she'd get over it. He was family after all.
"I don't think you want to have this conversation on the public street or where your mother will hear." Janet growled. Yet that look in Connie's eyes was priceless. Connie was actually afraid.
"I really think."
"Dick Malverne." Janet gave a big knowing smile saying the name. She had the trump card and was playing it early. Game, set, match. Connie just got aced.
"I don't know."
"Can it Connie, get in. I know he asked you out a bunch of times. And I know how pissed your mom'll be if she finds out that you keep shooting him down." Janet barked. "I know you have reasons for wanting nothing to do with him. And I agree, but your mom won't."
"You wouldn't." Connie squeaked. "You're my Godmother."
"And Uncle Richard is your Godfather. Now get your ass in the car and shut the fuck up and listen." Connie was too old to be put over her knee, but the experienced mom knew how to out think a teen.
Connie flinched as she cautiously got into the Corolla and closed the door. Janet drove off with a smug expression. The kid was going to learn a lesson, and the bad blood between her and Lori was going to end.
Pheromone awoke with a big smile. He lay on his back with Alisha on his right and Mona on his left. The twins shared the apartment, and for a good couple of hours the night before they shared him. The two beautiful black girls were completely exhausted.
Or was Alisha on his left and Mona on his right. It was hard to tell, they were identical. Both 5'10, both with DDS, both with stretched out pussies now he mused. The only way he could tell them apart was by their scents. Alisha smelled just a little sweeter than her sister.
After getting himself dressed the night before he climbed further up the fire escapes, then he spotted the pair cooking supper and giggling. He climbed in through the window the idiot 27 year olds never bothered to lock, and in the bad part of the city. He tied them up with lamp cords, planning just to have a warm place to spend the night. But in time his pheromones worked their magic and he got a lot more than just a warm bed, even if he had to contain himself with them.
Frank sighed as he wondered what to do next. He couldn't just go anywhere he wanted, and he had no money again. That beast man had all his cash, and sooner or later he'd get his. The one sure thing Frank knew was that for some reason that jackass was after him. And soon they'd get a chance at each other again. And Frank was resolved to making round three the final round.
Frank wore a big smile as he carefully climbed over Alisha to get out of bed. He'd like one or both of them to join him in the shower, but he doubted they could handle another fucking by him so soon. His best bet was to find any money the pair had hanging around, then try and figure out where John had taken off to. It was clear to him they needed each other. They could work good together. If that dumb prick hadn't interfered he would have fucked Supergirl into the ground. And had film evidence he did it that could have been worth a fortune..
As Frank walked to the bathroom he remembered something. A big smile came to his face as he recalled John had a cousin, a very cute cousin. At least she was when they went to school. And her family lived in Metropolis. At least they did. And maybe they still did. And it was doubtful her name had changed, she preferred girls to boys. He'd check the phone book for Valerie Champagne. At least it was a start. And hopefully she had no clue John visited her a few times back in the day, that could be awkward.
Dream Weaver plowed the young woman asleep beneath him. It was a stroke of luck having stopped to get gas late in the evening and run into one of his former students, and her three daughters. It was even a bigger stroke of luck they hadn't been following the news.
She was older now, well off and married. And the girl he was molesting was a freshman at St. Agnes College on the edge of the city. And it was a bit of a surprise, even given the fact she was going to an all girl's catholic school, that she was still a virgin. Or she was until about 10 minutes before. The girl didn't even groom down below. Her underarms were clean shaven, but her sparse blonde bush was still growing wild.
With no where else to go he followed them home and got inside before they locked the door. Mom was still asleep on the floor near the front door, and dad was on the sofa. The two younger girls had raced inside as soon as they got home. One was laying across her bed, and the other was on the floor just inside her bedroom door.
Jamie had dropped next to her mom and had to be dragged out of the way so he could close the door. He had pulled into the driveway in the upscale area of town just as they walked in the door, he then put them all to sleep where ever they were. He walked into the house, and put the annoying beagle out on the back porch. It barked and howled for a good half hour, then quieted down.
John had gotten the 5'3" blonde with perky B-cups onto her bed and undressed. He put her under the covers, then got undressed himself. Being exhausted he climbed in and snuggled up to her for the night. But now it was morning and time to get out of there. His car didn't exactly fit in this neighborhood.
But before leaving the Dream Weaver couldn't resist adding another name to his list of honorees. And he still remembered her mother. Carol was just as cute, and just as annoyingly pure when he visited her 22 years earlier. The enjoyable difference was Jamie only grunted loudly when he popped her cherry. Mom on the other hand he remembered screamed loud enough to wake up the neighbors in the next apartment. And mom had slightly bigger tits if he remembered right.
John had played with Jamie's tits, and tasted her sweetness. But the sun was getting high in the sky and he had to get moving. John held himself up on straight arms, the bed and her boobs shaking with his rhythm. "uuhh, uuuhhh, uuhhh." she squeaked with an adorable high pitch each time he buried himself in her tight pussy.
John was rocking her fairly vigorously in an effort to get off quickly. It'd teach him to sleep late, now he had to hurry. John looked down at her face which showed a hint of pain, yet also a bit of pleasure. And as she moaned loudly and bit her lip he lost it. With a loud groan he stiffened and came inside her. What was the point in pulling out now? He was already being hunted. Why bother not cumming inside her?
John rested on top of her for a few moments, then got up and took a quick shower. He grabbed a package of Blueberry Pop Tarts from the box he saw on top of the fridge and made his way towards the front door with a chuckle after looking out the back door to see the dog took a dump on the porch. He paused for a moment and looked down at Carol. He had an unanswered question. He put the package of Pop Tarts in his jacket pocket and bent over.
John chuckled as he grabbed the front of her pretty button down blouse and ripped it open. He pushed her bra up and stood up again. He looked down with affirmation mom was indeed bigger. Or at least she was now. He bent over again and gave both of her still fairly nice shaped orbs a squeeze.
John smiled as he walked out the front door and closed it behind him. He walked to his Beetle and waved to the friendly chap next door out getting his morning paper in his bathrobe that had smiled and waved at him. It wouldn't be long before the cops knew where he was, so John got in the car and had to find another spot to hide out.
John had a cousin in town, but the cops would be looking there. But if she was still friends with the dyke she used to hang out with maybe her house was a good location. She lived just on the other side of a wooded area behind Metropolis State. The school owned the wooded land and it was planned to be turned into a new science and engineering building. That is until the tree huggers got involved. The 15 acre wooded area had a few paths running through it, one of which exited right behind the house. It had been used for years by kids from the neighborhood as a short cut rather than go the mile and a half around by the streets.
Axel laid on his back as the fairly pretty brunette gyrated on his manhood in his hotel room. He had his cock at 9 inches as he reached up and massaged her chest. "Harder, squeeze'm a little harder." she moaned.
Axel happily obliged. Debbie wasn't the best looking girl he'd bedded by far, but she wasn't bad looking either. Yet when one wants information, one pays the price. Debbie was an information broker for The Corps and he'd worked with her before. But now since he was freelancing she was expecting payment for her work. The price was he had to fuck her with a cock size of her choosing until she was totally exhausted. Whenever he freelanced it was what all the girls wanted. It was his advantage to have total control over the size of his cock, and well known great stamina.
Deb was almost 30, but still fairly good looking. She had a few extras pounds, but she wasn't fat. Yet he did prefer women with long hair, Debbie's was short. Like Pat Benatar short. And her tits weren't bad either. At 5'7" her D-cups fit her nicely. She could certainly fill out her army captain's uniform.
Axel rocked his hips, driving up into her. And increasing his size to 10 inches. He had found no girl likes to be thought of as a slut, so as such they always ask for less than they truly want. She asked for 9 so what she really wanted was 10 or even 11. And she wasn't exactly a good girl either, so in a minute or two he'd roll them over quickly and give her the ride she really wanted.
"Oh god, just like that. Just like that." she called out with her head tilted back.
Axel smiled as he got his cue. He was a bad boy after all, so the girls expected him to be a little rough. With little effort, due to his super strength, he quickly flipped them over and pinned her wrists to the bed next to her head.
"WHOA?!" Debbie gasped. "This isn't THE DEALLL."
Axel gave her a big toothy grin as he picked up the pace. "STOP AXEL.STOP!" she screamed. Her mouth said stop, but the tone and her body was screaming even louder to keep going. Her back arched dramatically, she took deep wheezing breaths and her big boobs juggled like they were filled with jello. But the biggest sign was her feet hooked behind his thighs spurring him on.
"OH GOD AXEL OH GOD.NOT SO FAST.YOUR HURT ING MMMEEEEEEEE!!!." Axel laughed as her whole body trembled and her pussy clamped down on his cock. But he wasn't going to let up. The deal was she had to be exhausted. And a deal was a deal.
Axel kept the pressure up and as she gasped for air and her big brown eyes looked up at him as if in shock he quickly jumped off. He forcefully pulled her up on to her feet and turned her around. "NOT SO HARD." she shouted as he bent her over. Axel squatted down to re-enter her. "OOOHH GGOODD." she screamed as he grabbed her by the elbows. Her feet hooked behind his knees and he vigorously shook her. He had her suspended by her elbows and twat and her feet hooked for balance as he bounced her hard over and over again.
"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD." Her short sweaty hair swayed and her big tits bounced and slapped together. The sound of his stomach bouncing off her ass and her high pitched squeals of pleasure were like music to his ears.
And it didn't take long. Just another minute or so and. "OH GOD I'M CUMMMIINNNGGGGG!"
As she gasped for breath afterwards, Axel slid his right hand up under her arm and behind her neck. He then did the same with his left. He held her in a full nelson as he pounded her harder than she asked for. Her arms flailed about helplessly as he gave her what she wanted, but was afraid to ask for.
"OH GOD OH GOD GIVE IT TO ME. FUCK MEEEE!" Axel chuckled as she gritted her teeth and rocked her hips. Pounding her backside into him. Fucking herself even harder.
Axel was laughing inside. Debbie liked to put herself across as prim and proper, but he had read her right. Debbie had a wild side. He had known her 4 years and this was the first time they had sex. For years he'd seen her wantonly looking at him. But if he had pushed for sex her pride would have denied both of them. She was a woman who like the illusion of being in control. She had files he wanted, she wanted him as her sexual pet. But what she really wanted was to be taken by him. To be man handled and abused. To be physically bested. To be fucked like no man had fucked her before.
After she came again Axel tossed her over the bed, as if he were disgusted with her. He held his left hand firmly on her back as he slid his cock back into her pussy, getting a big groan of satisfaction from her. Axel could read women, and deep inside Debbie was slutty. She demanded respect, but behind the bedroom door she needed to be dominated.
Axel wore a big toothy grin with his right hand resting on top of her ass. She was rocking her hips and almost giggling as her sweat covered body enjoyed every inch he gave her. Axel had his hand up near her tailbone and let his thumb slide down to between her bouncing butt cheeks. There was a gasp of shock, and she froze in place, when she felt his thumb press against her anus. But then she sighed with satisfaction as his thick digit slipped inside. "Oh god, yes!"
"This seems wrong." Lunesta squeaked. Diana was a friend and it just seemed wrong to break into her apartment. Mae and her fairy friend were outside in the alley looking up at the bathroom window. Everything else was locked up tight and Mae wanted in without Diana knowing. But before going in they needed to make sure Diana wasn't home.
If anyone was going to have information as to what was going on it would be Diana. Diana was a take charge person, but most importantly she had access to government files and those from the JLA. Diana wouldn't want Kara involved, and probably not she and Lunesta either where this professor was so dangerous. But Mae wasn't about to sit on the sidelines.
"You dress like that, then you have second thoughts." Mae groaned. The fairy was dressed like batgirl this time around. A skin tight purple and gold outfit with as little tiny bat emblem on her little tiny chest. "Besides I think you have to pay a royalty or something to wear that on your chest."
"Ha ha." Lunesta replied snidely. She hovered in the air and looked up at the window. "Fine, I'll look around and signal you if the coast is clear." Then she'd go unlock the front door. For some reason the spare key wasn't in it's usual spot.
Moments later Mae was grinning as she stood in the kitchen looking at a pile of folders. The great thing about having an eidetic memory was she could quickly scan everything and get out quickly before Diana came home and caught them. But somebody had to stop these jerks and Mae had her own plan. One that was just too simple.
Mae smiled as she picked up a file of known associates and their addresses. Two men on the run who hadn't had a long history of crime would be turning to people they knew for help. That was the starting point. The list was long, but only so many were in the Metropolis area.
"Well I guess it's back to the city. The flight will be here in a couple of hours anyway." she commented as she headed for the door.
"Let me guess. Lock the door and go back out through the window." Lunesta grumbled. It was bad enough having to come in that way, but the window wasn't open to air out the entire apartment. Just the bathroom. She had to squeeze under the door to go let Mae in.
Pheromone parked the car on a street a few blocks away. He hated killing the twins, but he had to cover his trail and it would hopefully be days before anyone stumbled upon their bodies. He took what money the had and the key to a black 1974 Challenger with the powerful V-8 engine.
Frank arched his eye brows as he peeked through the garage windows on his way to the side door and spotted John's beat up old Beetle. The address for John's cousin was this house and by a stroke of luck he was seemingly here.
Frank still wanted to be cautious though. The back door had a partially obstructed view from the street, and hopefully no one noticed him walking up to the ranch style house. Through the big window in the door he saw John taking a bite out of a sandwich and looking at him as if in total shock.
John dropped his sandwich and jumped from his seat. He quickly unlocked the door and opened it. "Get in here quick. There aren't any black people in this neighborhood."
"Well hi to you to." Frank joked as he walked in and John closed the door.
"Can it. Val and her girlfriend are asleep in the bedroom. They kind of freaked when I showed up."
"You did rape both of them multiple times." Frank grumbled as he calmly walked over to the fridge. He was famished and he was starting to see the humor in raiding his victims refrigerators like John had been doing for years. He'd rape a teen girl, then eat their food while everyone slept. The pervert's antics were starting to seem cool.
"They were asleep. They have no idea."
"They've been watching the news I bet. I'm betting they put two and two together and it added up to you." Frank said laughingly as he pulled out half a chicken, some mashed potatoes and a bowl of green beans. He put them on the counter next to the microwave oven and returned to the fridge for a beer.
First he'd eat, then maybe he'd see how Val held up over the years. If he remembered her dyke girlfriend was into keeping fit so there was a chance she at least looked okay.
"Well at least we have a place to spend tonight. After that I think we need to get the hell out of Metropolis." John stated as he sat down and then took another bite from his sandwich.
"Not in your piece of shit car. I got a Challenger with a V-8 a few blocks away. At least the cops won't be looking for it for a while." And it had a lot more room than a Beetle.
"After we eat I'll go get it and put it in the garage. With our luck we'll go to get it and someone would have stolen it." John grumbled. Frank could babysit his cousin and her girlfriend for a couple of minutes and make sure they didn't call for help. It wasn't like he'd bother them, neither one aged well. But by the pictures on the living room wall the girlfriend might have had kids, he never heard anything about his cousin being preggers. There were pictures of two boys and three girls. The latest photos would indicate the oldest ones were probably in college now. But what he could tell from the bedrooms was none of them lived here full time. They must not have full custody of the younger ones.
It was just after dinner time as Connie walked out of the dorms and headed towards the wooded area out back. Mom had dropped her off, she ate before they left the house. Mom's cooking was so much better. And she had to pose as the wonderful sexy step daughter so Bill could stare at her all through Sunday dinner. The spaghetti strap crop top with no bra showcased her boobs and her flat stomach, and had the man chocking on his roast beef a few times. The best one was when she leaned way over the table right in front of him to get a dinner roll. She held her head up enough for him to get a nice close up look at her cleavage.
As she left the lighted walkway she turned on her flashlight in her right hand as she carried her purse in her left, her bag of course always stocked with a few condoms. By now it was already dark and the wooded area wasn't lit. But it was a lot shorter of a walk to Professor Lindberg's house, and the sooner she got this over with the sooner she could get back and do her studying. Aunt Janet insisted as part of not talking to mom about certain things that she needed to do a special job for her professor, who turned out to be one of Aunt Janet's high school friends.
Connie was wearing her jeans and a hip length leather jacket over a Kiss T-shirt. Considering she was walking through the woods she decided to wear her sneakers. And she was wearing a bra, she wasn't trying to impress anyone. And though she hated bras, it was something she usually wore when not going on a date. Unless her date requested an outfit with a request she have on a bra., like Mr. Harrison wanted her in back in May. It was a good thing he bought that dress Connie thought, the man wanted a rape fantasy and ripped the $300 dollar dress to shreds. He wanted her in a pretty and innocent looking prom dress, bra and all. If was a fact that some men preferred to see her in a bra before seeing her naked boobs. It was weird to her, but they were the customers.
About a 150 yards in Connie took the fork to the left. The path would dump her out on Maple Street about 200 yards from the professor's house. Connie carefully navigated the obstacle course of tree roots and walked out onto the sidewalk and turned right.
Connie crossed the street and walked up the drive at 382 Maple. The place was a very nice stone façade Tudor style with stained glass accents for the windows and ivy running up the walls. And it was significantly bigger than her house, but then college professors with PhDs made good money.
Connie walked up to the well lit front door and used the lion head knocker to announce her presence, rapping on the big carved oak door. Moments later she smiled as a middle aged man, hunched over slightly, opened the door whole drying his hands with a dish towel. He wore an apron over his jeans and flannel shirt and looked to be a little over 60. "May I help you?" he asked.
"I would like to speak with Professor Lindberg please."
"I take it your one of her students then." the man said as he stepped aside making a gesture with his left hand beckoning her in.
"Psychology 101." Connie answered the man, figuring her professor was doing even better than she thought. Not only did she have a very nice house with tile and hardwood floors, she had a man servant as well. A not so nicely dressed man servant, but he did dishes.
"She's in the library." the man stated as he led the way to a set of oak double pocket doors. He opened them up were the professor was sitting behind a very nice looking old hand carved oak desk behind stacks of papers. "You have a guest my dear."
'My dear?' Connie was a bit stunned he was the professor's husband. He looked to be at least 15 to 20 years older than she. He seemed nice enough, and oddly he didn't ogle her like most men do.
Connie warily walked in, still having no clue as to the special job. But then she had been hired by women before. Satisfying a middle aged woman wasn't as enjoyable as a middle aged man, but money was money. And for a woman her mother's age Professor Lindberg wasn't bad. She was no raving beauty and probably never was. She was what one might call a plain Jane. Tall, graying black hair, slightly overweight and very small boobs.
"Oh, hello Miss St. Cloud. Please come in. Your aunt called this afternoon and said you might be talking to me soon." the woman stated as she stood up and gestured to the pair of leather arm chairs in front of her desk. "Most students would visit during office hours, but for what I'd like to discuss this would be more appropriate."
Connie sat in the first chair as the professor sat down. "I was just grading Friday's quiz. I might say you have a good grasp of the material. But before we get to business I'd like to talk with you for a moment. Sort of to see what makes you tick." the older woman stated. As she folded her hands together on her lap and sat back in her chair.
"Okay I guess."
"Let me start by saying I had no idea you were, how should I say it? A business girl."
Connie smirked, it wasn't what she would have called it, but it sounded a lot nicer than whore. "I make more money in an hour once or twice a week than I could make working all my free time at a fast food place."
"I see. But after you graduate how do you address critics who will say you sexploited yourself?"
'Sexploited?' That was a new word. Connie looked at her professor with a serious face. "I'm not sexploiting myself. I'm sexploiting men. I take advantage of their weakness. They see a pretty face and a hot body and they'll do just about anything. And a lot of them will pay big money. I know I'm lucky to be very attractive, and it won't last forever. But I need money and this allows the most time for my studies."
"And what is it you intend to be? What are your goals?" the professor asked. To Connie she wasn't sounding judgmental. She sounded more curious than anything else. "And I'm not trying to be rude or invasive, but you sound a lot like the roommate I had as an undergrad back when I was your age. She too needed to make money and do so in a way that gave her time to study."
Connie arched her eye brows in surprise at that revelation. But then it was called 'the oldest profession.' "And you want to hire me? But frankly I never thought of you as that type. I've seen you eye a few of the boys, but you never seem to notice the girls."
"Blunt, but good insight. I would like you to do a job, but not with myself. My husband." Connie looked towards the doors as the professor did. "Let me explain."
Connie turned back to the professor, all ears. This should be interesting. A few women had hired her to do their husbands, and for some reason she just never thought a college professor would. "When I was your age I was far from pretty. I was never even asked out on a date until I was 20, and then I found out the boy only did it to win a bet. Then I met Ben. He was one of the security guards at the school. He made me feel special. One thing led to another and we got married. He worked two jobs and over time to pay to finish my education. He gave me three wonderful boys who are away at school and now he's turning 50. And for a man 50 is like the world is ending."
"He's 50?" Connie couldn't believe it. He looked much older.
"He's had a hard life, but he's a good man. He wasn't a looker either. And he wasn't good at sports. And he wasn't smart enough for college, but he had a nice heart. No girls ever gave him a chance. In fact we lost our virginity to each other on our wedding night about 20 years ago." Professor Lindberg explained. She had a sad expression reliving the past, but had great love for her husband.
"And you want me to."
"I would like you to be his 50th birthday present. Providing you don't charge too much. A good man like him should have at least one memory of being with a girl who looks like you."
Connie looked at the double doors as if she could see the man somewhere in the house. "I usually do it for 200, but I think I could drop it to 100." Connie softly replied. It was a touching story.
"I'll pay the 200. If anyone should ever find out I don't want any suggestions I got a lower rate in trade for something else. Like grades. But you never answered the question about what your goals are."
Connie arched her eyebrows again as the her teacher sat calmly and looked at her with a smile. With Connie it had been the same dream forever. "I want to be an Olympic champion. After that I'd like to be a sports commentator for ABC's Wide World of Sports. And if not, then I'd teach high school gym class." Connie had a wry smile of her own as she looked around the library at the nicely made built in book cases. "Then again being a professor might not be so bad either."
The professor chuckled at her student's jest. "Don't let the house fool you. I inherited it from my grandfather."
"Oh."
The professor wore a smirk as she asked "And just what do you think of Dick Malverne?"
Connie groaned and rolled her eyes. "He's hot, but he's a man slut."
Professor Lindberg chuckled. She then looked Connie square in the eye and asked. So what makes you so different than him?"
Connie unapologetically looked her teacher square in the eye and calmly and proudly replied "I do what I do because I need the money and the time it affords me to make the most of my education. He's just out for his own personal pleasure. I pity any girl who falls for his sweet talk because there's no way a guy like him can be trusted."
"I like you Miss St. Cloud. You have a strong grasp of things and a clear vision of what you want. And I pity anyone who'd be foolish enough to get in your way."
Except for Aunt Janet, Connie thought. She'd be cutting off Uncle Richard and apologizing to Lori, but it wasn't over. Things would need to calm down for a while, but she'd still get her revenge. Aunt Janet and Lori were both pregnant, and she had a plan for down the road. Long after the effects of boinking Uncle Richard and the Dick Malverne thing would have run out. If they had boys, she'd sleep with the boys. If they had girls it would be even better, she'd turn them into total sluts. Connie had a plan, she just had to stay in the picture and play nice. And she couldn't get much closer than making Tommy hers.
Moving forward she'd get close to Tommy, and being the hottest thing in town he'd have no chance. And what boy when he goes to college wouldn't want all his friends to know he was banging an Olympian. Tommy was no different than other boys when it came to the way he looked at her. Lori's kid, or kids, would grow up calling her auntie. While Janet's new baby would think of her as an older sister. The plan was perfect.
Up atop the Daily Planet building Superman was meeting with a beautiful dark haired woman. And it wasn't Lois. Diana looked out at the city lights and sighed. "The bodies are starting to pile up."
"If they're in the city, I'll find them. You and the other's are too vulnerable." Superman stated as he stood shoulder to shoulder with his colleague. Even though he didn't know the whole story Kal knew either one or both of the men had had run ins with Batgirl, Wonder Woman and his young cousin who should be concentrating on her school work.
"You listen, you arrogant jack ass." Who the hell did he think he was calling her vulnerable? She was saving the would before his egotistical ass was even born. And after what the professor did to Barbara, and the embarrassment he caused her, she was going to break the professor in two. And she'd settle with that science teacher too. Kal might know about the parking garage, but there was no way she'd want him to find out about the weaselly man sneaking into her apartment and raping her. Or how Axel was now involved and had his way with her too. It was now her self pride that was propelling her to get those creeps. "You hunt them if you want, but stay the hell out of my way." the Amazonian Princess growled. In this whole situation there were just two points she and Kal agreed on. Kara should focus on her school work and Pheromone and Dream Weaver needed to be stopped.
"If they're in the city, I'll find them." Superman stated calmly as he leapt into the air.
"And he does it again." Diana grumbled. "Rather than talk things out you just say something then leave before someone else can talk. And I know you hear me." she loudly and angrily stated. "Asshole."
Connie shifted positions as she looked herself over in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She was upstairs in the master bedroom suite with Professor Lindberg getting ready. The master bath in the 120 something year old house was converted from one of the bedrooms and was on the large size. It was bigger than her bedroom back home. Claw foot tub, glass enclosed twin headed shower. The toilet was even off in a closet by itself. And there were two sinks, Connie hadn't even heard of such a thing. But then having it at home would have been nice. She and her sister could have each had more time in front of the mirror when getting ready for school.
Connie had on a pair of the professor's high heels, they were a bit tight, but she wouldn't be on her feet long. Her face was lightly made up with lipstick and eyeliner. The professor had some colorful birthday wrapping paper and between them they developed the idea.
Connie had a band of wrapping paper folded a couple of times so it was about 4 inches wide wrapped around her chest as a bandeau style bikini top, the words happy birthday readable several times across her chest. More of the colorful paper was between her legs and attached at her hips like bikini bottoms. Connie figured the top would work , but was delightfully surprised as to how well the bottoms turned out.
Connie had showed up with her hair in a ponytail, but now it was loose and draped over her shoulders. According to Professor Lindberg Ben preferred girls with long black hair and with it hanging loose. To Connie she found a lot of men preferred either ponytails or pigtails. During a vigorous fucking from behind they would grab her hair and pull her head back, but Professor Lindberg was the customer.
Having to help Connie get ready, Professor Lindberg was more than impressed. Connie's body was flawless. The ancient Greek sculptors would have used her to inspire their artwork if she were alive back then. Professor Lindberg could see where they'd use her to model for the sculpture of a goddess. Connie's boobs were like two perfect semi-spheres, topped with tiny pink areolas. They were remarkable how they stood proud of her chest given their size. Her butt was just as perfect, tight and round. Her legs were long and supple. Her waist trim. Connie could put any Miss America to shame.
"What you think?" Connie asked as she turned and studied herself in the mirror. Professor Lundberg was the customer, it was up to her what the outfit should look like.
"I think anything would look beautiful on you." Connie smiled and blushed at her professor's comment. She liked being complimented, yet she knew how lucky she was to look like she did. And she worked hard to achieve her body. God only helps so far, you have to work for the rest her mother taught her.
"Did you ever think of entering a beauty pageant?"
"Now who's talking sexploitation?" Connie chuckled. "Get up on stage and prance around in a bathing suit while a bunch of guys grade how I look. I'd rather be in charge of how my body is displayed."
The professor smiled and walked to the bedroom door. "I'll send him right up."
Connie moved to the middle of the bedroom at the foot of the large king sized canopy bed, that had to be as old as the house. She stood with most of her weight on her left leg, her right bent at the knee. She stood sideways to the door with her head turned. In this position the man would get a nice view of her toned butt and the firmness of her chest when he walked in.
"WHY, WHAT'S IN OUR ROOM." Connie giggled, the man had no clue.
"YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT, GO UNWRAP IT AND ENJOY." Professor Lindberg shouted from down the hall.
Connie struck her pose as the door knob turned. "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT."
"Enjoy my dear." The professor stood behind her gape mouthed husband and gave him a gentle push into the bedroom. "Go unwrap her. And enjoy my sweet." The professor gave Ben a loving kiss on the cheek from behind. She left, closing the door behind her.
Connie wore a calming grin, the stunned man staring gaped mouth at her wasn't the first to be frozen in place. That seemed to happen when ever a wife gave her to her long time husband. The men just didn't know which way was up.
Connie slowly took the few steps up to the 5'8" man that she towered over in the high heels. "Just relax and we'll have fun." she said as she looked him in the eyes and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. "How long has it been since you got a blow job?"
Connie knew the answers. The professor interviewed her earlier, but to do the job right Connie insisted the Professor answer some questions honestly for her. It was a generational thing, women Professor Lindberg's age and older saw it as degrading to suck cock after marriage. You lay on your back and in a minute or two he's done and you can go to sleep. Connie had heard the same thing several times before, both from the women who hired her for their husbands, and from the men.
Connie placed her right hand on Ben's bulge, he wasn't fully hard yet. Men who hired her would be, but men whose wives hired her seemed to take longer. It took time for them to relax, probably figuring it was some kind of trick.
Connie smiled as she looked up into the face of the stunned man. "You don't have to answer." she said softly as she undid his belt. She then unbuttoned the jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper as he got harder. 'That's it.' she thought.
Connie pulled the man's pants and shorts down as he nervously looked at the door as if his wife were going to burst in on them. Connie licked her lips, then gave his semi erect 5 inch cock a kiss on the tip. She sat back with a smirk after it jumped from her contact.
Connie knew it had been years since his cock was sucked, and for a few years now he'd had trouble getting and staying hard. But she was fresh meat, a change in his routine. And she was hotter than probably any girl he'd seen. To her the issue wouldn't be if he'd get hard, it would be would he last long enough to fuck her. But in this case that was the deal. The job was he had to enjoy her and fuck her. If he came while she blew him she'd stay around and snuggle with him until he got hard again and then keep going.
Connie looked up with her big green eyes, amused by the fact he kept looking at the door. "Relax Mr. Lindberg. It'll be fun." she sweetly said before leaning forward and opening her mouth. At first she took just his pink tip inside. She ran her tongue around it a few times, then took more of his manhood inside.
Connie placed her hands on his hairy and overly white thighs as she bobbed her head, and got him to moan a few times. He was hairier than she liked, but he wasn't unkempt. He was clean and shaven, but he was hairy.
Connie cracked a smile for a second after a few minutes as she felt his hands settle on her head, he was loosening up some. And his cock was standing erect like a tree limb and a full 7 inches. And at least he didn't blow his load in her mouth already.
Connie bobbed her head, getting him good and wet. She then gave him something he'd probably never got. Professor Lindberg just didn't seem the type. Connie grabbed onto his hips and pulled herself into him, taking all of him down her throat and pressing her nose to his furry stomach.
Connie slowly stood up and looked down at the man from just a foot and a half away. "Aren't you going to unwrap me?" she asked sweetly as he looked like he had no clue what to do. After a minute of him with the deer in the headlight expression doing nothing she placed her hands on his arms, then gently slid then down to his wrists and took his hands.
Connie brought his hands up between her breasts and hooked his fingers on the wrapping paper bikini top. With both hands stuffed into a small area his fingers were in contact with her big tits. And if what his wife had stated was true, her A-cups were the only tits he'd ever handled.
Connie let his hands stay for a few moments, guarding her reactions as she felt his fingers move a little, as if testing the waters. "On the count of three I want you to pull really hard on the paper. Rip the wrapping paper off me." Sometime when dealing with a man whose wife hired her she found herself talking like a grade school teacher encouraging a 5 or 6 year old to do something.
Connie smirked as she saw his cock twitch. "One." she kept her hands on his. Holding his hands in place. And if he didn't yank on three, she'd pull down. "Two." His cock twitched again. And little beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. "Three!" Connie helped, but he did pull weakly, as if not sure. Connie stood proud, his hand still in hers as he stood gape mouthed and with his eyes bugging out. Connie stood for a few moments and let him stare at her chest. Her big D-cup tits topped with little pink and very erect nipples. And the wrapping paper falling to the floor.
Connie couldn't help it. There was just something about doing a man whose wife hired her for. A man who had worked hard all his life and always did the right things. A man who deserved the nice things in life, but never seemed to get them. Cases like this always seemed to get to her.
Connie was more amused that Ben still wasn't talking to her, but he had stopped looking at the door. He was almost salivating as he eyed her chest, so Connie gave it to him. Connie placed a hand on each of her tits and held them there. "Gently squeeze." she sweetly told him.
She smiled sweetly, and in his case she didn't have to fake it. He was a nice older father type. "You can squeeze them harder if you wish." she said as she slowly pulled her hands away from his. Her hands hung loosely at her sides as he massaged her big boobs for a few moments.
Connie moaned approvingly several times as she gave him a few good minutes to enjoy himself. Then she reached out with her hands and gently pulled him towards her. "That's it. Enjoy me" she cooed as he didn't need to be told. His lips wrapped around her left areola and he sucked.
Connie stood there, moaning, as he massaged her boobs and took turns sucking on them. He wasn't very good, but he didn't need to be. She was a gift for him. It was all about his enjoyment. And when doing a job like this it was always good to get the wife's personal input, like in Ben's case he was never really into eating pussy. He'd do it back in the day, but he never really cared for it.
Connie moaned sweetly a few times as he enjoyed himself a few more minutes, then took his hand in hers again. She guided them down to her paper bikini bottoms and hooked his fingers again. This time she took her hands away, confident he'd do his part. She had become quite good at reading men, and she was sure he was into it now.
"one..two..THREE!" Connie giggled delightfully as he forcefully ripped the paper from her body. She smiled as she stepped closer to him again, almost chest to chin she mused. She turned her head slightly as she leaned into him. She closed her eyes as their lips met. And she moaned approvingly as when her tongue touched his lips they parted.
Connie took his hands, which were hanging sat his sides, and placed them on her hips. She kissed him as they swayed, like they were slow dancing. She then moved his hands to her butt, and was delighted she didn't have to tell him to squeeze. She squeaked and gave a little giggle as he forcefully pulled up and out on her backside, hard enough to make her go up on her toes.
Connie kept kissing him, letting his hands study her toned ass, then her eyes flew open for a second as she felt a finger press against her anus. Professor Lindberg had stated it was something they didn't do when asked, but Connie knew better. It was a generational thing, one just doesn't do certain things to their wives. It seemed Ben wanted to try something new.
Connie closed her eyes again, and only gave a soft moan as his finger slipped inside. She kept kissing him as his finger slid in and out of her butt hole. She then took his other hand, his left, and slid it around between them. She placed his hand on her pussy, his palm on her engorged clit and his fingers on her very wet vagina. She took her hand away and moaned her approval as his fingers slipped inside. She always told herself it was nice to have a job she actually enjoyed.
Connie led the slow dance as he fingered both her holes. She led them over to the side of the bed, his back to it. As he kept diddling her she kicked off the high heels, all the time still kissing him.
Connie sat him on the edge of the bed then pushed him onto his back, her on top of him. She smiled sweetly as she stood up and reached for her purse she had left on the pillows. As the man looked up at her wide eyed she pulled out a Trojan. She gave him a wicked grin. Then ripped it open with her teeth.
"Ever seen anyone do this?" she asked jokingly as she placed the rubber in her mouth and bent over him. She used her talented lips and tongue to roll the condom down his prick just like mom had taught her using a cucumber.
Ben was beaming as she climbed on the bed and straddled him. She'd usurp the choice of position for now. Female superior would free his hands to wander her body. Connie lowered herself onto his cock, and grinned as he placed his hands on her toned thighs. She knelt over him then sat down, taking all 7 inches inside her moist confines.
Connie sat straight up to give him the best view and slowly swiveled her hips as his hands slid up her legs, then around to her ass. He groped her butt for a moment, then slid his hands up to her boobs. He kneaded her breasts as she started bouncing. Slowly at first, then picking up steam. And if he weren't holding her tits they'd be bouncing wildly to the rhythm of the bed's springs.
"Is this good?" she asked. After all this was all about him.
"Fine." he weakly answered.
Connie cracked as smile as he actually talked. She knew it wasn't, he had expressed a desire to do something else without saying it out loud. Connie bounced on top of him for a good five minutes, letting him fully enjoy her pussy and her tits. She then asked "Are you sure? You seemed interested in my butt hole earlier. If you'd like to you could take off the condom to do my ass. A girl can't get pregnant that way."
Connie wasn't even working up a sweat, but Ben was starting to really breath heavily. And he had agreed very easily to try a girl's ass for the first time. After talking with her professor she was sure no anal was a one sided decision, but she had no problems with it.
Moments later she was grinning from ear to ear on her knees and elbows. The bed springs squeaked loudly and her big breasts swayed below her. Mr. Lundberg fondled her toned backside as he threw his crotch against her. The sound of his sweaty flesh slapping against her giving her amusement.
Old guys with poor sex lives were easy money. Find out what makes them tick and give it to them, and more. Connie beamed as a few minutes later his grip tightened on her ass and he groaned loudly. She was $200 bucks richer as his cum filled her colon. And because mom knew nothing about this date, it was $200 all to herself.
"So the college dorms are right on the other side of the trees?" Pheromone asked as he looked out the kitchen window at the tree line about 50 feet away. The half moon was out and bright as they were figuring out what to do for the evening.
There was nothing good on TV and Frank was in edge. He wanted pussy, but the two sleeping women weren't exactly fuckable material.
John rolled his eyes and thought of putting Frank to sleep too. But he'd be more than pissed when he woke up. "Take the binoculars and stay in the trees. We have a good deal here for a few days. Don't fuck it up." he whined knowing Frank would find a way to screw it up. He was a smart guy, but that drug he was taking was making him one minded. He just wanted primarily one thing. Sex. He ate, he took more drug and every hot girl on TV was getting him horny.
Frank followed the path just like John had stated. Take one left turn and stay out of sight. John was right about college girls not bothering to draw the curtains. There was a smorgasborg of beauties he could see. Blondes, brunettes and even redheads. Some walking around fully clothed, some half dressed in bras and panties. Some with no bras and a few even with boys in their rooms having sex.
Frank had his pants down to his knees stroking himself with one hand as he watched the best show in town. He'd prefer to take one of the girls and have some real fun, but he promised John he wouldn't step foot past the tree line.
Frank paused when he heard someone walking up behind him. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and ducked behind some bushes as a flashlight approached. The breeze was coming from her direction, and as she drew near he could smell her. She was freshly showed, but she had also just had sex. And she had had a lot of sex. The girl walking his way was a slut, and he liked it.
Connie tried to scream as the big black man jumped out of the bushes and scared the crap out of her, but he was too fast. His hand was around her throat in the blink of an eye. She tried to punch him, kick him and even resorted to using her short finger nails to scratch him, but he had her at arms length and off the ground easily with one hand. When he jumped out at her she was startled and dropped the flashlight. With trying everything else she knew she could have used the extra strong Mag light. The terrified girl quickly realized she was in the grasp of the man who had been in the news for the past few days. She was in big trouble.
Frank smiled as he saw her face in the moon light. She was very pretty. He used his free hand to open her jacket up and see she was built. Big boobs and small waist. Connie struggled with everything she had as he gripped the front of her T-shirt and ripped it open like it was made of paper. Her dad, if he were still alive, would have freaked if she even so much as ate with a nigger. Her skin crawled as his big strong hand ripped her bra off and he groped her tits.
Connie couldn't so much as utter a sound as he undid her belt. Her eyes shot open as she lowered her gaze and saw what was sticking up out of his trousers. The panicked girl kept fighting. He was very attractive for a nigger, but her dad would roll over in his grave if she ever had sex with one. She wouldn't even give a handjob to a darkie, even for money.
Connie was getting light headed from lack of air as she felt her jeans and panties being slid down her legs. Everything started going dark as he turned her around and she was forced to bend over, her pants holding her ankles together. She screamed into his hand as she felt searing pain in her pussy.
"I'm coming." Ben Lindberg called out as he walked to the front door. He had showered and in his pajamas. Someone had knocked on the front door , and he was pretty sure it wasn't another hot teen girl for him.
Ben stood on his toes and looked out through the small windows and didn't see anyone. It wasn't unusual for some kids to once in a while knock on the door and run away. He undid the dead bolt to open the door and take a look. But as he opened the door intent on yelling at some punk kids he got the shock off his life.
"HONEY, CALL AN ABULANCE QUICK!" the cute, nice girl was laying on their doorstep. Her shirt ripped open, her pants around her ankles and she had blood oozing from her twat and down her legs. And she was now passed out, or dead.
Janet Taylor was just getting ready for bed around 10 when the phone rang. Lori was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework as her mother hung up. From what she could hear someone was hurt, and bad.
Janet turned to Lori with her upset face. "They think Connie ran across that guy in the news. She's hurt pretty bad. I'm going to drive Paula to her. She's too upset to drive herself."
Lori's eyes were open wide in shock. She and Connie didn't get along anymore, but she was still family. "Is she gonna die mom?" she whined, concern evident in her tone.
"They don't know yet. They're still trying to get the bleeding under control." Janet replied.
"I'm coming."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You couldn't keep it in your pants for one fricking night?" Dream Weaver was ranting as he drove the Challenger out of the city. There were just so many places they could hide and they had to cross another one off the list.
There was no point in even tying up his cousin or her duke girlfriend, the cops were already looking for them around the school. And Frank thought he killed the girl, but then the call came over the police scanner about the dying girl on someone's door step. "You stupid son of a bitch."
The only advantage they had was they were on the road quickly, and they had a car the cops didn't know about yet. "And another thing.."
John was about to chastise Frank even more when he had to stop fast, slamming on the brakes to avoid the woman in the road waving her arms next to a broken down car. They didn't need to be running into someone else. Nor did they need someone to be leaving another body. A hostage on the other hand might be the difference between staying free a while longer and jail.
If they did nothing and drove away she might recognize them and report where they were seen. If they killed her they'd find her car, then her body. On the other hand if they took her with them she'd say nothing and all the police would have is speculation. And they'd have a hostage.
John flashed the tall looking middle aged woman a smile and watched her collapse to the ground on the desolate street. "Stuff her in the back seat." he whined in frustration.
Moments later they were back on the road as Frank went through her purse. "Ann Pasquel from Stanhope. Frank said. "322 Willow Road."
"Edge of town, and probably the farm." John said as they drove into the night. And if he remembered right and she was the one it caused quite a stir in town when a dyke bought the old farm and moved in with her young girlfriend. He didn't recognize Ann, but he'd seen the young 20 something girlfriend. And she was quite good looking. An isolated farm would also be a great place to hide out for a few days.
It was around midnight as Lori sat silently next to her mother outside the intensive care unit. Connie was hooked up to all kinds of equipment and was being given blood. Aunt Paula was sitting beside her, holding her hand as she slept.
Aunt Paula seemed pained as she nodded a lot to the doctor talking to her. She then hung her head as he slowly walked away. A moment later she looked up with tears on her face.
Paula slowly stood up and walked to the door. She sat down on the bench next to Janet with deep sadness in her tear filled eyes. "The doctor said she'd live." But Lori knew something was still very wrong. Her skin was covered in goose bumps. Paula quickly wrapped her arms around Janet and sobbed. "But that bastard ruined her. They said she'd never be able to have kids."
Paula sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes, then quickly composed herself. Her little girl was in deep trouble and that was the first concern. "I'll be staying all night." she said as she got up to walk back into the room.
"We'll be right here." Janet said softly. She and Paula were close and there was no place more important to be at the moment. The bench was very uncomfortable for a pregnant woman, but her discomfort was no where near the pain Paula was feeling.
Mae was gasping for air, even with her power suit on. It was a good thing an invisible Shadow Warrior didn't garner attention as she ran down the road behind a car. She had gotten to the house just as the men were leaving. She followed the Challenger on foot all the way to Stanhope, but she couldn't do anything yet. All her pieces weren't in place. She watched them settle in, then headed for town to make some phone calls. She wanted them badly, but she was also smart enough not to go after them alone.
She'd call Diana in the morning, but not before. She could be so impetuous sometimes, especially when one of her friends had gotten hurt. But Mae found them and to her reasoning it was her call now. She had her plan, and it would wait until morning.
But Mae wasn't the only one who had them located. Axel snarled as he approached the farm house. It was time to end this. The car had been spotted by a Corps agent and the information was quickly reported to him. He had already been on route to check on his sister with what had been going on, so he was there by the time they were just getting settled in.
The Corps leaders had agreed with his assessments. The big black man was a danger, the little pervert was of use. Axel was now officially back on the job. His mission was to bring in the pervert. The big man was of no concern, but if Axel wanted to kill him it was okay with them.
With his teeth and claws ready Axel charged through the back door, startling both men. He swatted Dream Weaver to the side as he ran past at the big black man. Frank managed to catch the wild man's wrists as he attacked and threw him through the wall.
Axel snarled as he was on his feet quickly and Pheromone grabbed a butcher knife. The pair squared off against each other outside as John groaned on the kitchen floor. "You're a hard man to kill, too bad you a lunatic and my bosses agree you need to die." Axel growled. He was stretching the truth, but what was Pheromone going to do? Call the Corps 1-800 number and ask?
"Maybe they'll ask me to take your place after I cut you head off." Frank threatened back.
The two big men charged each other. Slashing at each other and trying to get the upper hand. Axel rolled over backwards, using his strong legs to send Pheromone on a long trip. Frank was quickly on his feet and slashed at Axel as he tried to follow up.
John slowly came out of his dream state, and became aware quickly to just what was going on. He got to his feet and staggered out the door. The two women were asleep on the bed, but their stuff was still in the car.
As the two big monsters crashed into a tractor John got into the car and started the engine. He put a look of determination on his face and hit the gas. Frank chuckled as he and the big jackass stood up to face each other and John sent him flying through the air. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" Axel screamed in frustration as Pheromone jumped into the car and it sped off.
As Axel stormed off the two women in the house sat up. One Changed into Aphrodite's Daughter Helen and the other into Alison, the girl from the garage. "He's really starting to annoy me." Helen grunted.
"Which one. The professor or that hunk Axel." Alison asked with a giggle.
"You are so such a slut, you know that?" Helen groaned as she stood up. "I've been playing by the rules to distract him and keep people safe until my friends can stop him. But that big beast man keeps ruining things. Or they do themselves."
"You want I do something. A little more distracting sounds like fun." Alison said with a dirty grin.
"You don't have the powers to deal with them alone."
"I'm also not an Olympian and not subject to Zeus' decrees." Alison stated.
"Come on, I'll take you back to the car and try to find them again. Which shouldn't take long. His lust signals are strong." Helen stated.
It's too bad it got ruined. We could have had some fun with these guys for a couple of days while Ann and Janice were away on vacation."
"I can't believe your that much more a slut than I am."
"I have had 527 years of practice." Alison giggled as she then vanished.
"Oh no you don't Helen." Aphrodite stated strongly as Helen went to follow her friend and plan her next move.
"uh-oh."
"Uh-oh my pretty little ass. You know Zeus' decree. Just what in Hades do you think your doing?" The angry goddess of love growled as she appeared in all her glowing glory in front of her daughter.
"I'm living by the exact wording of his command. You shall not make your presence known to any mortal. You will fulfill the duties and roles you were born to fill. And you shall only interact it those manors. You may only interact with those who are already familiar with you, but you will not knowingly help them." Helen said making her voice low like her grandfather's. She then put a smug expression on her face as she looked at her mother who was still quite angry with her.
"Are you crazy?"
"You still fulfill your function and put people together who should be together. I work with lust. And I'm allowed to seek my own pleasure as such. So I make myself look like a little blonde pizza delivery girl, or a blonde bombshell who got lost while hiking. Or better yet, and I think that one was one of my best disguises, as a young black woman.."
"You are fricking nuts!" Aphrodite snapped.
"Yeah, maybe. But I'm also a bit miffed. These last two forms I didn't get so much as a finger fucking."
"I can't believe you. There's no way your grandfather meant his words that way."
"It's exactly what he said." Helen stated defiantly. "And doing what I'm doing is saving mortal lives. The more I can keep him busy the better every one else will be. But every time I think I got him someplace Diana or one of the others can finally stop him something happens like that Axel showing up." Helen groaned, then vanished.
"Oh, this ain't over." Aphrodite stated angrily as she gave chase.
Mae got back to the house moments later, and hung her head. The place was in ruins and everyone was gone, including the women. She rolled her eyes and headed back to town to call off her plan, for now.
Monday December 3, 1979:
Linda Danvers walked out of the dormitory bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair. She was headed back to her room to get dressed when Molly Diggers called out to her from the payphone in the hall. "HEY DANVERS. IT'S FOR YOU."
Molly wasn't one of the girls who was mad at her, but she wasn't showing she liked her either. The redhead held the receiver up, then dropped it as she walked away with a look of disgust.
As she walked away Kara walked over to the phone thinking sometimes it would be better not to have super senses. She hadn't gotten much sleep. With her roommate gone for the weekend Michelle Chen, the 5 foot nothing half Chinese girl in the room next to her own, had an uncle that really wasn't an uncle spend the night. Though no one else would have heard Kara could hear them kissing and fucking all night.
"Hello?" She asked as she put the receiver to her ear.
"I just wanted to tell you I won't be there today. These last two days of classes will just be review before finals anyway."
Kara heard distress Lori's voice. "Is something wrong? Is it the baby? Is it."
"I'm fine. The baby's fine. It's Connie." Lori said with sadness.
"I thought you and she."
"We are, but she's still family. She had a run in with that professor guy everyone is looking for and he almost killed her. We're at Metropolis General." Lori groaned.
But Kara could sense there was more. "She's gonna live right?" she asked in a worried tone that made a few girls nearby stop for a second to look at her before walking away.
"She'll live. They upgraded her to stable during the night. But she'll never be able to have kids. That bastard ripped her apart inside." Lori stated. And Linda knew that tone. It was a tone that said if she could Lori would kill the guy herself.
"Should I come and."
"We're fine. Connie woke up an hour ago. And the doctor said because of her conditioning she should be able to go home to finish her recovery tomorrow morning. I'll see you then." Lori replied.
"I'll still come, I can be there in no time." Linda said, being careful how she expressed herself with several other girls around.
"You need to go to that meeting for the paper." Lori objected. Linda needed attend that meeting if she was going to work for the school newspaper during the spring semester.
"I can do both."
Linda walked back to her room moments later and rolled her eyes. "Thanks for cumming Uncle Gary." the Michelle Chen cooed. With her X-ray vision Kara could see the pretty little naked girl standing on her toes, her arms up around the neck of the 6'3" middle aged man in a business suit. She was giving him a long good-bye kiss and his hands were cupping her ass. And Kara could also see the hundred dollar bills held firmly in her right hand.
"Best hotel in town." he replied with a chuckle.
"And she calls me a slut." Kara mumbled as she walked into her room.
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