The Super Heroine and The Villian

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

I'm bored and been itching to do some writing. Here is a concept.

I will be playing the of Karla Tane, aka Lady Steel. Lady Steel is a super heroine who is dam near indestructible, seeming endless strength, ect. Her source of her super powers? She is actually a humanoid alien, when she absorbs human seamen into her body, she gains her powers. So when she is not fighting crime, she is prostituting to collect that seamen.

So looking for someone to play the villain here. Someone who discovered her secret and develops a virus, or poison to reverse what human seamen does to her and captures her and makes her their slave.

 

[kurrginatorX]

I was just an average Joe. I worked my 9-5 like everyone else, then went home to my five cats named Spanky, Alfalfa, Buckwheat, Stymie, and Darla. My job at the CDC allowed for my research in mapping the human genome. I discovered, quite by accident, that there exists some semblance of evolutionary mitochondrial DNA in the sperm cells of male human beings.

While conducting a test one afternoon, a fragmented comet came crashing through the window of my laboratory, severing a power line in the process. The comet landed on my Petrie dish, and just as I reached for it, the power cable struck me. There was something in the combination of the electricity, the radiation from the fragment, and the DNA from the sample I had been working with that transformed me. I died for the briefest of seconds, then I was reborn.

I quickly cast aside any ideology of working toward the betterment of humankind, for humankind seemed intent on destroying itself. I stood, transcended--no, Evolved. I was no longer Clark Kellogg, lonely researcher at the CDC. I was now … SPERMACIDE!!! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

If you like this idea, let me know and we can take it from there.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

Just pm me some details and we can discuss in private, cause I have another person looking to join i'm talking to in pm and see how many people can get into this rp.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

(At the request of kurrginatorX, I'm going to get this started. I am also in talks with Greatstories1 about joining, if you two don't mind)

It was New Years Day in the city that really never slows down. While most were recovering from the night before hangover, out here was Karla Tane, dressed in pink and black wig, black and red mini skirt, black halter with red heart in center of the chest, ripped fishnets stockings, and punk boots that went up half up her calf with many straps. Her face was covered in pink ad black eyeliner, pink lipstick, and her ears dangled small skull earrings.

It was noon on the downtown corner she stood, most people passed her paying no mind. She didn't care, she just watched and observed. Karla learned in her teens, she wasn't an entirely normal woman. Ever since that day in high school when she lost her virginity, she discovered her body reacted differently to seamen than expected. She learned that absorbing seamen gave her comic book like super powers, so she decided to use these powers to help better the wold under the guise of Lady Steel. The only thing that limits her powers is the supply of seamen stored in her body, thus she spent her time as a prostitute out on the streets so she can have constant stream of people willing to supply her.

The day seemed to be getting off to a slow start though, as she hadn't had a client yet. She did have a busy night last night though, being hired by Edan Technologies, a leading A.I. firm, as entertainment for their New Years Eve entertainer but that ended at 4am. Then finally a sports car rolled up, rolled down the windows, smoke pouring out as driver leaded out the window.

"Hey chica, you look cold, maybe I could help you warm up in my car?"

Karla strutted over the car, and saw the man fanning out $600. Grinning, she pulled a keycard from her bra.

Karla-" You know the Pink Flamingo Hotel, 3 blocks from here?"

Man-"Yeah mamacita, I pass it everyday to work."

Karla-" Then drive."

Karla said with a smirk as she proceeded to climb into the passenger. seat of the car through the open window. Wasting no time reaching over and rubbing through his jeans, and leaning over licking his cheek, rubbing his chest.

Karla-" Mmm baby whats your name, so I know what to yell out as we get nasty."

The man replies through stammers as he tries to focus on the road.

Ricco-"Ric....Ricco, wow you are so hot think you're hornier than I am. By the way whats your name?"

Breathing heavily into his ear. "I just really enjoy my job. You can call me Karla"

It wasn't much longer until they got to the motel, Karla had rented the room closest to the parking lot, practically tugging Ricco inside as she pushed him onto the bed, and ripped her clothes off rather quickly and worked on getting him out of his.

"Mm I like a feisty lady.

Wasting no time again, Karla started to ride Ricco, fucking him hard and fast. Karla wasn't like other working girls, charging by the hour with johns like this. She fucked until she completely drained a guy's balls, which was about 3 or 4 orgasms in her experience. While she was working on coaxing the last load from Ricco, her earnings started to go off, with a frequency only she could hear.

Her ear rings were actually transceivers patched into radio chatter of the police department. There seemed to be a bank robbery happening at the Second National Bank, 10 blocks south of the hotel. Gritting her teeth, she quickly moved and chopped Ricco's neck, hitting the exact nerve to knock him out. She dressed him, and herself, putting him back into his car and the used blunt into his ash tray. Then she zipped back into the hotel room, changed into her Lady Steel outfit, which was a grey spandex suit with purple accents, washing off the punk eye shadow and covering her face with a black lone ranger style mask. Removing the wig showing off long raven black hair. Once in full costume, stepping out of the room once again she takes off south towards the bank.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark Kellogg made his way to work, walking as he always did. His disdain for humanity had been growing at an exponential rate over the past few days. He looked on in disgust as he skittered past one transient after another. He wanted so desperately to drive a lead pipe into the brain of the woman who just threw a wrapper from her McGriddle onto the pavement. She looked to weigh about four hundred pounds. With the McGriddle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Clark knew he would feel no remorse in ridding the world of this wretched use of space.

He rounded a corner and came upon a crowd of people. Police cars were lined along the street and yellow "Do Not Cross" tape was placed around the perimeter of the Second National Bank. Clark tolerated the public long enough to stop and see what was going on. He heard some anonymous person mention something about a bank robbery. He didn't know what he expected to see, though. Something like this could result in a stand-off the duration of the day, and he had to get back to work. There were tests to be run. Not on viruses or animals, though, but himself.

Clark turned to leave, but then something fell from the sky. No, not something, but someone. Could he actually believe his eyes? Was he looking at a real, live superheroine? The spandex get-up suggested he was. He watched as she entered the bank, then went on his way. He had an idea how this would turn out, so no real need to stay and watch. As he made his way to the CDC, one thought ran continuously through his mind: If she's the hero, then I'm the villain, and he was fine with that.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

As Lady Steel made her way onto the scene, she was met with mixed reaction from the police on the scene. Some of them didn't know who she was, some knew who she was but didn't want her there, and others were glad to see her.

She was met by one of her contacts of the precinct, one who supplied her the ear ring transceivers, now replaced little hammer looking earrings instead of the goth skulls from before. He briefed her that the only people in the bank are the criminals since the bank not open on the holiday.

Lady Steel marched right into the bank, where was met by a hail gun fire, but harmlessly bouncing off her E cup chest.

"Now boys that's not very nice, someone can get hurt with those things."

Before she could continue, a female voice calls out from behind an overturned desk.

"Fuck you wonder cunt, this is for my brother!"

The female criminal takes a grenade from her belt, pulls the pin tossing it. Lady Steel catches it and lets it explode harmless in her grasp.

"Now if you all surrender, this be easier on everyone here."

Then another criminal in a Japanese fox mask charges with a katana, tries to stab, but the sword breaks. With a swift punch she knocks him out. Getting annoyed, Lady Steel fires a laser beam from her eyes hitting every single weapon the criminals holding too hot to touch, then with her quick speed, she goes and knocks every single criminal out with a single punch. A few moments later, she emerges from the bank, news cameras in her face.

"The bank is safe, all the criminals have been subdued, have a happy New Year."

Before anymore questions can be asked, Lady Steel takes off as cops start to round up the unconscious criminals. Taking off and flying in a random pattern to make sure no one is following her, she lands in an alley near some upper scale apartments. After making sure no one is around to see her, she strips out of her Lady Steel costume and slips into a a red sequence dress, and heels, a more appropriate outfit for hooking in this section of town.

She walks a few blocks and enters Terrace Heights Apts, heads to the third floor, enters her actual apartment, flops on her bed to rest for a bit before she goes out prostituting again.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark could not find anything wrong with himself. He had conducted many tests, but nothing to suggest he had gained any powers from that fragmented comet. He had become increasingly aware of humankind's inhumanity to itself and its eco-system, but was that something newly acquired, or had he just had his fill of people? He looked up to see Jimmy Wilkes coming his way. Jimmy was one of the few people that Clark actually liked. "Jimmy, how are things today?"

"Not bad, Clark. Yourself?"

"Doing well," Clark answered as he grabbed a paper towel and wiped his hands. He had been wiping them all morning. His hands felt filmy, almost slimy. "Care to meet for lunch today?"

"Sure. One-ish good for you?" Jimmy asked.

"Sounds good," Clark said. He held out his hand to seal the deal. However, just as soon as Jimmy latched onto it, Clark experienced something the likes of which he never had before. His every nerve felt alive. His mind seemed more clear than ever before. A great surge of power coursed through his body. At the same time, Jimmy crumpled to the floor and went into a seizure. "I need some help over here," Clark shouted even as he tried to pry his hand from Jimmy's. It took some doing, but he was finally able to wrench himself free just as an emergency response team came to his side.

"What happened?" one of them asked as the other two tended to Jimmy.

I don't know," Clark responded. "We made plans to meet for lunch, then he went into this seizure." Clark wiped his hands again on his lab coat. The slime had returned.

They did what they could for Jimmy, but he eventually died. Clark was allowed to go home due to the impact Jimmy's death had on him. Always the analyst, though, he replayed the scene in his mind again and again. I wiped my hands, we shook hands, I felt amazing, Jimmy had a seizure and died. He looked at his hands again, and sure enough, that viscus film had returned to his fingertips. Is it this? he wondered as a homeless man called to him from the alley.

"Hey, mister? Spare a dollar?"

Clark rubbed his fingertips together. An idea formulated. "I'll give you five dollars if you will give me a proper handshake."

"Oh, yes, sir," the transient said with a toothless smile. He shot out his grime-covered hand. Clark grasped it. Two seconds he felt as if Heaven itself was raining magic rays of sunshine down upon him. The transient stared wide-eyed, collapsed, and went into a seizure.

Clark pried his hand loose, then ran home. It was about a quarter of a mile, but he sprinted the whole way there and arrived breathing normally, not out of breath at all. He went into his house and immediately to the laboratory in his basement. He took samples of the substance on his fingertips, but he couldn't identify it. He went to his computer and began to research what few facts he knew. After four hours, he was convinced that he had found … what, exactly? My super power? If it was, oh, it was one hell of a power to have. Still, he needed just one more test to be sure.

Clark walked to the seedy part of town where all the hookers and drug dealers took up residence. He kept a low profile as he meandered through the filth. He found someone standing in the shadows of an abandoned store. He approached. The young man moved his shirt aside to display the .357 tucked into his pants as he said, "What you want?"

"That new stuff," Clark answered, not knowing what the hell he could possibly be asking for.

"That Flakka?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, my man. I got you covered right here," the dealer said as he reached into his pants.

Clark quickly shot out a hand and grabbed the man's arm, and as was the case twice before, his senses came alive while his victim collapsed into a seizure. So, now he knew for sure. He turned to leave, but then spotted a wad of cash lying beside the dealer. He picked it up, fanned it out, and decided this was the price to pay for ridding the earth of its undesirables.

He returned home six thousand dollars richer and with the knowledge that he finally understood who he was and what he could do. He turned on the television to see that all the local networks were still replaying the scene from today's failed bank robbery. "Okay, Superbitch. Let's see what it takes to bring you down."

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

Having fallen asleep around 12:30, Karla woke up around 8pm. Getting up out of bed, hopping into she shower. Turning on the radio for a bit of music, she hears how the news is still talking about her. After the official news report the DJ, local shock jock by name of Craven McGrabbin says he will offer a $100,000 prize to anyone who can deliver at least pic, or video of Lady Steel naked, because of her big cans. Karla just groans a bit as she finishes her shower, and starts applying the punk rocker make-up, wig, and clothes from before.

Despite having used a little bit of her powers to stop the robbery, she felt like she still had a decent amount of seamen converted into her powers, but it didn't hurt to have more. It seemed like she didn't have a limit to how much power she could store, but despite even if she doesn't use her powers extensively, still slowly drains, so out hooking she goes.

Prostituting is Karla's source of income for if she felt like she had a desk job she wouldn't have the time to sustain her powers as much as she needs to. Plus she really enjoyed sex. Deciding to head down town again instead of staying in the upper class district, despite being able to charge more, the Johns downtown here just more fun in her opinion. So going into a super sprint, Karla makes it downtown in just a few seconds.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark called into work and took a sick day, lamenting the loss of his good friend Jimmy as the reason. This freed him up to do a number of things. First, he turned on the TV to see if the deaths at his hands had been noticed. Sure enough, Amelia Michinoku was reporting from outside the coroner's office. The coroner appeared and stated, "The men died from a sudden, instantaneous loss of all their testosterone. Their bodies simply could not accommodate such a thing."

Clark smiled. This confirmed what he already knew. He looked at his fingertips. They were dry. One by one, he willed each to produce the slime that acted as a conduit when absorbing someone's testosterone. Just as quickly, he willed the substance back into his body. He now had full control over it, and he knew that he could easily implement its use whenever the time presented itself. He had every intention of ridding the world of its undesirables, thus making it a better place in his image. If there was going to be anyone to stop him, though, he knew it would be Lady Steel. "She's got to have a weak point, though," he said to himself as he made his way to his computer.

Clark pulled up from the internet everything he could find on her. He watched each piece of video intently. It wasn't until the eighth one that something caught his eye. He went back to the previous seven and studied them. "Yes!" he shouted to his empty room. "There it is." Just for the sake of being thorough, he watch the remaining videos, and once done, he was convinced he had found something. Every time she expends energy, she loses power. That slight wince she gives. It is momentary, but I think she is at her weakest before powering up again. He reviewed the footage again, then decided he had a 2.136 second window in which to hurt her, but he wasn't out to hurt her. Not yet, anyway. First, he had to study her. Sun Tzu wrote that one must know his enemy better than she knows herself, and the only way to do that would be to learn her habits.

Clark constructed a transmitter that was no thicker than a mosquito's proboscis. He then put together a firing mechanism that would deliver the transmitter in the time allotted. All he had to do now was be where Lady Steel was next likely to show up. He could arrange that easily enough, though. He went to the store and purchased a throw-away phone. He called the police and News Channel Seven and reported a bomb threat at St. Barnabas's orphanage before dropping it in a gutter. He then hid in the bushes and waited.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

So after another successful night, and a couple trips to her reserved room at the Pink Flamingo, Karla had made another $2000 dollars. It was about 8 am by this time, when Karla decided to take another break. She made it to her apartment, changed out of her punk outfit, and into a business suit. Instead of using her super speed to go where needed, she hailed a cab headed to the Second National Bank to check on it after yesterdays events.

The bank was packed and busier than usual, everyone was talking about Lady Steel and how she stopped the robbery. Seeing that there was little to no damage to the place Karla was pleased. She deposited the $2000 into her account and headed back to her apartment. Deciding to take another nap, before starting her night shift.

Her nap was interrupted around 1pm, when her ear ring transmitters were going off. There seemed to be a bomb threat at St. Barnabas's orphanage, which wasn't too far from her apartment. Rushing out her apartment, and down three blocks south to her usual changing alley, making sure the alley was clear before stripping out of the business suit and into Lady Steel costume, then took to the sky.

It was a short flight to the orphanage and the cops were already at the scene. Asking to be filled in, she was told that they were already in process of evacuating the orphanage and was just about to send in bomb sniffing dogs. Lady Steel went into the orphanage and started to use her xray vision t try locate the bomb in the empty rooms.

The search was fruitless though as each room was evacuated, and searched came up empty. Getting frustrated Steel came out and asked if they traced the call, which was disappointed to find out it was a burn phone.

Realising that this was a false alarm, possible prank and the all clear is given, Lady Steel helps escorts the children and staff back inside. Seeing how traumatized some of the children are Lady Steel stays and hangs out a bit to help lift spirits of the children.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark waited for the right opportunity to present itself, but it never did. There were simply too many people in the yard for him to get off a clear shot. It took all of thirty minutes for the all-clear to be given, then the orphans and staff were escorted back inside. Lady Steel made one final round outside to make sure everyone had been accounted for. A news reporter approached her to ask a question.

Clark waited. Then, there it was, that slight wince. He fired the transmitter. When the firing mechanism deployed, it was silent so as to not draw any unwanted attention. The transmitter entered Lady Steel's left calf. She raised her right boot and ran it across the area like she was rubbing a minor itch, then returned her foot to the ground. YES! And she isn't any the wiser. Clark slowly backed away through the bushes, then made his way home.

To celebrate, Clark took the scenic route which would put him going through what locals had termed "Damnation Alley." This is where all the homeless, the hobos, the unwanted, the winos, and the drugged out came to sleep it off for a few hours, or a few weeks.

He touched seven people as he made his way through, and so filled with euphoria had he become that he believed himself capable of anything. He grabbed a large green trash bin that weighed over two hundred pounds and pressed it above his head. This shocked even him. He dropped it, made fists with his hands, and punched through the concrete overlay of the pilons. Dare he try to fly? He would, but later, tonight. Now, he needed to get home and activate his receivers.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

As Lady Steel said her goodbyes to the children, she thought she heard something but it appeared to be nothing, not feeling the transmitter dig into her boot. Again flying in her random pattern around the city, partly to patrol, partly to confuse anyone trying to follow her. She landed in her usual alley, stripped but nake and changed back into buiness suit, while putting her costume in a bag she carries her clothes to change.

Midway through changing though, there was chatter coming across her ear rings. Something had gone down in Damnation Alley. So she restrips and changes back into Lady Steel and heads over to Damnation Alley.

Upon landing she is informed that over 20 people are dead, all male, fluids drained from them. They say there are no puncture marks though. They wonder if its the same phenomenon as several others in the past few days where people have have there testosterone drain from them as well.

This fact freaks Lady Steel out for a second for her powers are relaint of her body absorbing and processing testostreone in seamen, but she keeps a calm disposition. She examines the bodies, and none of them are anyone she's fucked before, and everyone she has fucked in the past 10 years haven't died, and some a repeat costumers with no visible side effects.

Lady Steel starts to run through possibilities in her head. Could it be aliens? She fought her share of them in the past. She did hear about a small comet crashing into a bio lab days ago, no one was hurt though. She decided she needed to do more research, so she headed home. It looks like she would be pulling an all nighter but instead of whoring she would be researching.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark made it home and turned on the TV. He knew that the bodies he left behind would be found soon enough, and he waited to see if preliminary reports would suggest the same phenomenon as before. In all likelihood, there wouldn't be any reports until tomorrow or the next day, which was fine with him as it would allow him to get back to the task at hand.

He was receiving a strong signal from the transmitter. His locater displayed that she was at 2477 Grenville Avenue and she was stationary. Clark deployed a drone to the location to see what he could discern.

It took fifteen minutes for the drone to reach its destination as Grenville Avenue was on the north-western part of town. The closer it got, it changed its locator to Terrace Heights Apartments, then to Floor Three, then finally to the apartment at the end of the hallway. A quick search by Clark showed that the end-most apartment was 3-E. He ensured the drone maintained a safe distance. He was not aware of all this woman's powers, but if she was super strong, it reasoned that she might have super sight and super hearing as well, although the engine of the drone was not even a whisper.

He guided the drone from one window to the next. The shades were partially closed, so he couldn't get a good look at the person inside. Finally, an image appeared. Clark had been eating a bowl of soup as he watched, but when he saw his quarry, he dumped every bit of it in his lap. "What the hell?" He repositioned the drone, giving little care to the soup as it dripped to the floor.

He found her again. She stood in the middle of her living room, arms above her head, stretching. Her enormous breasts stood out like pumpkins on a wood stump. He got a close-up of them and marveled at her areola and nipples. He wondered how such things could be real, yet he knew they were for he saw no scars on her breasts. Every "me vs. her" thought was immediately thrown from his head as all he could think about was sliding his cock between those sweet golden globes. He shook this from his mind and noticed for the first time her pink panties. Something was written on them. "Slippery When Wet." She turned, and he saw she was actually wearing a thong. Her ass cheeks were the most perfect he had ever seen. He decided right there that before he destroyed her, he'd have her. Her mouth, her tits, her pussy, and her ass. Every bit of it. In the meantime …

That was enough for now. He gave the command for the drone to return to him. He would go there tomorrow to learn her name.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

As Karla sat down and dug into research about the events she was to about the extinction of Damnation Alley and about the comment crash at World Gen Bio Labs, must be connected. Digging, hacking she found what she was looking for.

World Gen, released a statement stating a power grid failure cause the explosion explosion, but going through other sources all indicate that indeed a small meteor crashed into the labs, and the next day, the mysterious deaths started happening with first victim being from that lab. She just had to get inside to investigate. Did they have an alien in their disposal, thus the cover up?

But now how to get in there, a lab like that had very tight security. This wasn't a comic book where she could pose as a reporter and just be let in. Sighing guess she would have just go as Lady Steel and hope she has enough public trust to be allowed to investigate.

She would go in the morning, but for now she needed a shower. She started to strip, until she was in her whore thong. She laughed at herself for she wore the prostituting underwear under her business suit. That is when she heard it. Her shades were open just enough if someone tried they could see in. She heard it whirling outside, a remote drone.

Panicking she grab a cover off her couch, the first thought that went through her head, that offer from the DJ, the 100,000 for pic of her topless. As she went to grab clothes to chase it, it flew away. That is when she heard the second beeping as she grabbed her right boot. She saw the transmitter and crushed it immediately. It dawned on her the moment she was tagged by it, when wet to the orphanage, she though heard something. Someone went through the trouble of calling in a bomb scare just get a pic of her boobs for some radio contest?

She couldn't stay here for the night. She quickly packed everything she needed. She dressed in her business attire, left apartment complex, made dam sure no drones were following her, sprinted super speed half way to the Pink Flamingo, stop to change into her punk whore outfit, then continue sprinting the motel down town. She paid for the room with cash so no way she could be traced through bank accounts. So not only does she have to worry about a possible alien feeding on people, she has to worry if her identity been compromised.

If she was going to live her in the motel room for a while, she would have to find another spot to fuck clients in order to keep herself full and powered up. But now a shower awaited her. Making sure the curtain were 100 percent closed, Karla took a shower and went to bed.

It was 10 A.M when she woke up. Dressed as the whore, Karla super sprinted towards World Gen Bio Labs. She stopped about 5 blocks west of the building. When she stopped, she felt her power reserves were about half. She didn't like going this low without a fuck, but what could she do? She ducked into an alley, made sure no one was watching, changed into Lady Steel and continued until she was outside the World Gen building. She approached and said.

"I heard there was a meteor crash a couple days ago. Mind if I took look, never know what sort of nasty aliens a meteor could be carrying."

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark decided against testing his theory on flying. He had wreaked enough havoc for one day. Instead, he watched Super Tits stretch for about thirty minutes; he had put the video of Lady Steel stretching on continuous loop. About five minutes in, he noticed his erection. Oh, he felt his cock get hard, but he really just noticed it. He dropped his pants and underwear and was amazed at the length and girth of it. He was average, about six and a half inches, but that was before his transformation. Now? He grabbed a ruler just to be sure. “Fourteen inches!?” he exclaimed. Not only that, but it was as big around as a Pringles can. He marveled at it, at the veins that snaked their way along it, the thick, purple head at the top. He knew this must be some kind of result from the testosterone he had been taking in.

He began to stroke himself as he once again looked at Lady Steel’s mighty tits. He imagined his fully erect monster cock sliding between them as she tugged on her nipples. Her mouth would be open, too, and she would suck the head of his dick with every thrust he gave. His face twisted into a grimace of pleasure, then he shot his load, but it wasn’t just any regular load.

Clark looked on in amazement as his cock pulsated twenty times, each spasm bringing forth a fountain of semen that was golden in color. By the time he was finished, it looked as if someone had emptied a bottle of dish detergent on his floor. He quickly collected a sample and tested it, knowing that the average man has between 20-150 million sperm per milliliter. He tested his again, then a third time. All three tests showed his sperm count at 750 Million. He then tested his testosterone levels. In a normal male, tops would be 1,100 nanograms per deciliter. His registered 5,000. On a whim, he checked his estrogen levels as well. His should be in the 25-50 picograms per milliliter range, but they were 1,500. He placed this knowledge on the backburner of his mind as he cleaned his cum from the floor, then he called it a night.

The following morning, he called in to work again, only this time he used the two weeks’ vacation he had accrued. Wendy in Human Resources asked if he was alright. He told her he just needed to get away and was going to his parents’ house in Vermont. She wished him good health and ended the call.

He thought about her as he placed his phone on the computer desk. He had always liked her, but that’s not where his mind was right now. He knew that women had testosterone as well. Lower than a man’s, sure, but testosterone, nonetheless. What would that do for him, especially when there was the estrogen to consider also? He was absorbing that from the males he had drained. A quick search showed that estrogen plays a role in blood clotting. Not only that, estrogen plays a critical role in bone health and in the production of certain proteins important for proper body function. There was never any mention of any of the men’s estrogen being taken. He would have to look into that. First, though, there were other matters that needed tending to on his itinerary.

Clark copied the footage from last night’s surveillance onto a thumb drive, then placed it in his pocket. He had seen a news report where Craven McGrabbin, a local DJ, said he was offering a $100,000 prize to anyone who could deliver a picture or video of Lady Steel naked. She might not be completely naked in this one, but she was damned close enough, and that $100,000 could go a long way in bankrolling his destruction of his nemesis. He was salivating at the idea of exposing her true identity, but then it hit him: What Lady Steel looked like and how this woman looked was completely different, and he knew he couldn’t sell the idea of this being Lady Steel on her giant breasts alone. He’d have to scratch this idea for now, but he knew he could always come back to it in the future if the circumstances were right.

He walked downtown to the local dollar store and purchased another throw-away phone. He wouldn’t make the same mistake with this one that he did with the last. He exited the store and made his way across the parking lot. A car pulled up in close proximity to him and the window came down. “Excuse me,” a young woman called. “I’m looking for The Wound Center? It’s supposed to be on fifty-third street, but I keep getting turned around.”

Clark put on his best smile. As he approached, he searched the light poles for security cameras. Spotting none, he bent and pointed as he said, “Go up three blocks and turn left. Two blocks more, make a right, and it’s the first building on the right.” The woman repeated what he had said, then she thanked him. “Oh, one more thing,” he said before she drove away.

“Yes?”

Clark reached out and grabbed her arm. She became haggard looking, then fell into a seizure. Clark, on the other hand, felt something he had never felt with a male victim. He seemed to be completely in tune with his body’s inner workings, and he knew that he was in the best possible health that he could be. This must be what it feels like to be a god.

He returned home and opened the phone. First, he removed the chip that would allow GPS tracking. Then, he downloaded an app that would allow for a fictitious number to be displayed when he made a call. Both of these would make the phone untraceable. He looked up the coroner’s office on the computer and dialed the number. “Montrose, here.”

“Yes. Mr. Montrose, this is Avery Phillips with Action News Ten,” Clark said. “I wanted to ask one question as a follow-up concerning the two deaths where the testosterone was ripped from the victims’ bodies?”

“Go ahead.”

“Were their estrogen levels affected any?”

Silence, then, “Why would you ask that?”

“Just a natural curiosity, I suppose.” Clark waited for a response. When none was given, he again asked, “So, was there?”

“Yes,” Mr. Montrose finally answered. “Both bodies were void of all testosterone and estrogen, but there’s more. A third—Scratch that. I’ve already said too much.” Then the phone went dead.

“Well,” Clark said to himself. “That confirms that theory.”

He hailed a cab and made his way to Terrace Heights Apartments. Actually, he got out two blocks away so he could surveille the building and surrounding area for security cameras. He found a few, but he quickly determined their dead spots. He could see that the entrance into the apartment building was manned by a security guard. He hadn’t planned for this.

Clark walked for a few blocks and came upon a dime store. He entered and looked around. He found a wig that was blond in color and cut like a mullet. There were some cheap sunglasses, so he snatched them up, along with a Members Only jacket, a relic from the eighties. He paid cash, then inquired about the nearest flower shop. “Five blocks straight down,” the cashier told him, and he was on his way.

Clark donned the wig, sunglasses, and jacket as he neared the florist’s, and upon arrival he picked a mixed bouquet that was quite lovely. Again, he paid with cash so his purchases couldn’t be traced. He made his way back toward the apartments, and with a deep breath for confidence, he crossed over and through the doors.

The security guard, a black man who stood six feet six and weighed around three hundred pounds, eyed Clark suspiciously. With a scowl on his face, he said, “May I help you?”

Clark looked at the man’s name tag, then, adopting what he thought a surfer-type person might sound like, he said, “Whoa, Cleophus, my man. I’m just here to bring some righteous flowers to a pretty bodacious lady.”

“The hell you are,” Cleophus said. “Back your narrow white ass out that door right now.”

“Duuuuuuuuuuude,” Clark said.

“Boy, things gonna get mighty ugly up in here you don’t get the fuck out.” Clark just stood there. “Now, God-damn it!”

Clark removed his glasses as he took a step forward. “Man, I’ve never been in love my entire life. I saw this girl yesterday and everything went to slow motion as birds began singing and my heart skipped a beat. Someone saw me looking at her and said she lived here. I just want to give her these flowers, dude. I want her to know that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.”

Cleophus’s features softened. He rubbed the mist from his eyes as he said, “God-damn it, man. That was some beautiful shit. Why you gotta open your heart to me like that?”

“It’s her, man. The girl in 3-E.”

“You talking about K.”

“That’s her name?” Clark asked. “Kay?”

“I call her K. Her real name is Karla Tane.”

“Karla Tane,” Clark said with a smile. “Look, Cleophus. I really want her to have these. Would you let me go up? I promise you that I’m not a stalker.”

With a deep, resigned sigh, Cleophus said, “Who the hell am I to stand in the way of love. Go ahead.” As Clark made his move, Cleophus stuck out his hand. “Good luck.” Clark gripped it. He was sorely tempted to take the man’s testosterone, but he decided against it.

Clark turned and made his way to the elevator. Once on the third floor, he then walked down the hallway to 3-E. He knocked expectantly, assuming that Karla Tane was home seeing as Cleophus hadn’t said otherwise. He waited thirty seconds before knocking again. Nothing. He left the flowers in front of her door, then returned downstairs. “She’s not in,” he said to Cleophus. He wrote the name “Richie” on a piece of paper along with the number to the throw-away. “Let her know that the love of her life is waiting to hear from her.”

Clark hailed a taxi for the ride back to his house. He so desperately wanted to increase his testosterone, but he was smart enough to not leave a trail of bodies back to his place, especially seeing as to how he just entered the den of his nemesis. His phone rang. He saw the call was coming from the CDC. “This is Clark,” he answered.

“Hi, Clark. This is Wendy. Guess what?”

“What?”

“Lady Steel is here investigating that incident with the comet. She wants to interview everyone present that day. Have you left for Vermont yet?”

“Actually, Wendy, I'm about to board my plane now." He put on an act of dismay. "But if … If this helps Jimmy in anyway …?"

"No, Clark. No," Wendy said to him. "Go on to Vermont. I'm sure she won't need you right now."

"Thank you, Wendy. You're the best." Clark killed the call, then went online and purchased a ticket for Vermont. Once done, he said to the cabbie, "Change of plans. Take me to the airport."

 

[Greatstories1]

"Hey bro, I will take this room. I must remind you again that I want no visitors and you will tell no one about me." James make his payment and shut the door behind.

He is a brilliant scientist, a top rank soldier and also a wanted man. He makes headline 5 years ago when the national laboratory exploded. They accused him blowing up the camp and escape with the dangerous chemical weapon, believe to be able to melt a person in contact with it. James indeed had developed a special substance and he accidentally gets in contact with it himself. He was horrified when his began to fade and soon disappeared before his own eyes.

James is a soldier and he had no doubts making weapons but he had no intention to go against the natural. What if anyone can choose between visible and invisible, the world would soon goes upside down. He decided to destroy it.

Being invisible is not fun. He had to steal food, running naked all day long and avoid bumping into anyone. It is as good as dead but he survived and again accidentally he found a solution. An invisible man do not need traveling documents but he had decided to leave the country. He sneak home (his house was sealed by the government) one night for the last time planning to abandon it it is of no use anyway. He lays on the bed, missing his pillows. The weather is turning cold and he had to go to warmer country if he had to remain naked for the rest of his life.

He falls asleep and wrote up hours later with a great surprise. He saw himself as he opens his eyes but as soon as he excitedly sits up, he faded away. Soon he found out that it was the gold chain on the bed that brings him back. His girlfriend Danielle must have dropped it the night before the explosion. He was so excited to know that he will be visible when he is in contact with gold and fade away without it. He wear the necklace and quickly jump into some warm clothes. Then he put on a cap to avoid people recognizing him.

Now 5 years later, he has new identity. He has change his name to Jim. He is a freelance reporter where he use to sell closer up photos for a living.

 

[Wild_RedHead_Rachel]

As Lady Steel made her way into the building, she was surprised she wasn't meeting any resistance about her investigation. She thought if they tried to cover it up, people would be suspicious, but people seemed to be up forth right with her. Maybe it was her reputation of protector of the city that they figure best be honest with her and that she already figured about the comet.

After a morning and early afternoon of interviewing everyone she could about the incident, she learned several things. One, Jimmy was peak physical health, avid morning jogs before coming into work, kept meticulous track of what he ate to maintain a perfect balanced diet. bragged how he passed his physical he had two months ago for his annual check up. No mental problems Didn't smoke or drink. Man of perfect health, so his sudden death was shocking.

The second thing she noticed, the one named besides Jimmy's constantly coming up was the man who reported his death, Clack Kellogg wasn't in the office today. Lady Steel started to conclude that person's lab that the comet crashed through, the man that reported Jimmy's death, was the only one not at work today. She would inquire about Clark's whereabouts later but first she asked to examine his lab and if they still had the meteor on hand.

Lady Steel was escorted ino Clark's lab, and witness construction already being done to repair the roof. When she asked to examine the meteor, they brought out a glass box, with rock size of a basket ball. It was pulsing purple color. Once the glass case was opened Lady Steel could feel an energy coming from it? Reaching out with her gloved hand, she felt compelled to pick it up. She held it close to her face, the only part her body which wasn't covered up besides the mask over her eyes.

Before it felt like energy was pulsing from it, but the closer she to her face, the hotter it got, it felt like it was sucking energy from her. Almost dropping it into the case, Lady backed out of the room and recompose herself. Her energy levels to maintain her powers were extremely low. She needed a fuck soon, or by the end of the day she'd be as weak a normal human woman by morning until she absorbed more seamen anyways.

So making her way back to HR, Lady asked Wendy Clark's whereabouts. At first she wouldn't tell Lady, but after convincing Wendy, that Clark could be sick and not realise, Wendy stated that he left for Vermont. From here to Vermont was a 2 hour and 10 minute flight. Lady could make the trip in just 10 if she pushed herself, but then she would powerless until she got laid again. Seeing Clark was going to be in Vermont for while, Lady wasn't in a hurry, she thanked everyone for their assistance, rushed several blocks away, changed into her punk whore attire, and was going to use the rest of the afternoon and all day tomorrow to whore it up and recharge her powers.

 

[kurrginatorX]

Clark arrived at the airport and rented a car, then drove to his parents' house. Before heading up the walkway, he called Wendy and told her that if anyone wanted to question him, he would be fine with that, that they were welcome to come to Vermont and do so. He left his address just in case.

Clark's parents were surprised to see him, since he gave no notice of coming. He explained about Jimmy dying and said he needed time to reflect on things, blah-blah-blah. They bought it, regardless. He told them also that someone might show up to question him since he was there at the time, so they shouldn't worry because it was just routine stuff. He told them this to put their minds at ease. He took them to dinner, then they spent a quiet evening catching up. All the while though, he waited for the inevitable: The appearance of Lady Steel.

 

[Greatstories1]

Jim glance at his watch. This is my first evening in this city, I think I should go outside for a walk and make some friends. May be I should get a drink and probably can hear some gossip our hot topic of the city. He grab a small bag as usual and head to the nearest bar. It is his habit to carry the bag in any case he needs to go invisible then he can keep his clothes and the necklace in it.

Making way to the bar counter, "double scotch please. Anything interesting here after dark?" He ask, simply making a conversation.

Just then a young lady passes by "I am interesting after dark" she teased. Jim offer her a drink and well, " I am new in town. I really want to get myself adapt quickly. My name is Jim.