Hello all. This is a sequel to my story Ms. Americana vs. Dr. Fetish. This one features another Delta City superheroine, Got Gal.
You can find part 1 here
Enjoy!
THE REPORTER
“…continuing our coverage of Delta City’s crime statistics, police report a twenty percent rise in criminal activity over the last three weeks. Viewers will recall Ms. Americana, Delta City’s premier heroine, went missing nearly three weeks ago. Although the other heroines have risen to the challenge, more criminals are taking to the streets. There is still no official word on Ms. Americana’s whereabouts. Both police and several of the heroines of Delta City have issued a no comment on the subject…”
Tanya O’Donnell headed back to her dressing room. The six o’clock news report was done, and she had a few hours to kill before she needed to pop back for the eleven o’clock report. She knew she should go over the news items for later, maybe take a look at tomorrow’s reports, but she really wanted to get out of the newsroom for a while. She picked up her purse, and headed for the exit.
“Dave, I’m gonna go get some air, OK?” she called to one of the producers.
“Mmm…” Dave responded, his concentration focused on editing a piece that would run later. Smiling to herself, Tanya exited the building.
Evening was quickly falling over Delta City. Tanya made her way down the street to her favorite coffeehouse. She got a simple iced coffee, and took it back out to walk. She drew more than a few stares. Tanya O’Donnell, Delta City’s most popular news anchorwoman, stood tall, taller still in heels, with her light blonde hair pulled in a tight bun on her head. Piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd, and noticed more than a few stares. Her knee length charcoal skirt hugged her hips, accentuating her curves nicely, while her white blouse did very little to conceal just how ample her breasts were. It didn’t show on TV so well, but out in public, several men, and more than a few women found themselves staring. Tanya smiled in amused appreciation, and walked on.
The evening was still warm, with a light breeze blowing, and many people were out enjoying the weather. Tanya kept scanning the crowd, but all seemed well. She hadn’t exaggerated in her news report; crime had been on the rise since Ms. Americana disappeared. Tanya knew very well that Brenda Wade, Ms. Americana’s real name, had left the country on a tour of her overseas facilities. But she usually checked in with some of the heroines, especially her partner Flag Girl. As far as she knew, there had been no word from Brenda. Tanya decided that she should contact Wade Industries and inquire about Brenda’s whereabouts. Meanwhile, there was a lot of slack to pick up. But maybe tonight would finally be a quiet night.
“LOOK OUT!!!”
Screeching tires, followed by the roar of an engine and the cries of several people sounded behind her. Tanya turned and saw a white van with no markings tear around a corner, hop the curb onto a sidewalk, scattering people as they dived out of the way, then swerve back out into the street. The van raced off down the road. In the distance, sirens sounded. Tanya knew that with the head start it had, no police would catch that van. She sighed; so much for a quiet night. She dropped her coffee into a trash can, and darted into a one way side street. No one was looking; all eyes were on the van.
Tanya’s heels clacked against the pavement. They weren’t exactly designed for running. But she reached down to the red brooch nestled against her bosoms, stroked it, and felt an arc of power course through her. She was engulfed in a bright flash of light, and as it faded, Tanya O’Donnell had changed. Her body was now clothed in a skimpy white bikini. A waist length cape fluttered behind her as her feet lifted from the ground. Elbow length gloves covered her hands, a mask covered her face, and her hair blew freely behind her. She leapt into the air, and soared high over the buildings. The power of the GOT emerald had transformed her into Got Gal!
Got Gal rose into the air, and scanned the street for the van. She found it in seconds, and shot down to intercept it before someone got hurt. The van had turned down a side street, and screeched to a halt. The doors flew open, and five fit young men poured out of it, heading down the street, and ducking down a side alley.
“Hold it right there!” she shouted.
“Shit! It’s Got Gal!” cried out one of the men.
“Doesn’t matter! Keep moving!” called the man in the lead. Got Gal landed near the van and sprinted towards the alley. She was gaining quickly, but they seemed to be headed for one of the old entrances to the old subway tunnels. If they made it in there, she could easily lose them in the labyrinthine network of passages.
THE TUNNELS
“In here!” They burst through a metal door. Got Gal was only seconds behind them. She was looking down a long concrete corridor, ending in another old metal door that her quarry disappeared through. She charged down the corridor, and burst through the door. The corridor continued for another few hundred feet, but only a few yards in it branched to the left and right. Got Gal flew to the intersection, and looked, spotting her prey fleeing around a bend down the left hand corridor.
“Damn. They’re trying to lose me!” She took to the air again, flying down the corridor. She had been down these old tunnels more than she would have liked, but had never really learned to navigate them. Criminals, however, seemed to have an uncanny knack for doing so, and often hid there to escape pursuit. It was ideal; there were literally miles of tunnels, and numerous places to hide, and the tunnels under Delta City were home to all manner of strange creatures. These creatures, both plant and animal, had strange lustful appetites that seemed focused on the superheroines who sometimes ventured down to their domain. It had only been recently, after weeks of effort that the heroines of Delta City had managed to clear the tunnels of all the strange plant and animal life that had infested them for years.
But two weeks after the tunnels were finally reported clear Green Specter chased a purse thief down one of the tunnels and had come face to face with an insemenoid plant. Although it had not impregnated her, she had endured over an hour of orgasms meant to ripen her. Poor Green Specter had been days in recovering. Ms. Americana had reported discovering a lead, but she had disappeared. Got Gal couldn’t help but think the two were related; whoever had reintroduced the insemenoid plant had captured Ms. Americana.
Got Gal rounded another bend. Despite her powers, the close quarters of the tunnel meant that those five men had managed to stay ahead of her. She kept catching glimpses of them down corridors, or rounding corners. She slowed, and touched down.
“Time to think about this girl,” she said to herself softly. She could continue barging blindly down corridors, but she had no way of knowing where she was right now. And somewhere down here was at least one insemenoid plant. She was sure that her powers would protect her, but it was always a good idea to be cautious. Besides, what had those five guys been doing anyway? She hadn’t seen them commit any crimes, apart from reckless driving. It was almost as if they were trying to lure her down there.
“Oh no!” she said, turning her head, looking for the trap. She had been foolish to blunder down here for so long. She turned to make her way back up the corridor and try to find a way back up to the street, and there were her five guys. Before she could do more than register her surprise, they each threw something small at her. They landed at her feet. They looked like small seed pods. Got Gal looked up at her quarry, smirking.
“What, are you boys going to pelt me to death?”
Suddenly, the pods burst, and five pairs of small vines wriggled out. They jumped towards her, and as they did, swelled to massive size, wrapping around her legs, her arms, circling her torso, her neck and head. Before she knew it, she was fully wrapped in these vines, arms pulled against her sides, and although she strained with all her strength, the vines proved too strong. One of them covered her mouth, muffling her grunts of effort to escape.
“Don’t struggle to much, Got Babe,” jeered one of the guys. “The harder you struggle, the tighter it gets.”
“What do we do now?” said another.
“We give the vines a minute to really wrap her up, and we take her to the boss.”
“Won’t those things get us too?”
“Nah. The boss says they attach to one person at a time. If one of them comes off, keep away from it, but so long as she’s wrapped up, we’re good.”
Got Gal pulled and strained, but the vines were too much for her enhanced strength. She felt herself lifted in the air, and the men carried her down several corridors. Unable to turn her head, she couldn’t even try to mark her passage. Finally, they emerged into another room. From the echoing, she guessed it was an old storage room or something.
“We got her boss!” said the young leader of the group.
“Excellent work men!” a deeper voice responded. Got Gal wasn’t sure, but something about that voice was familiar. She felt her body shifting, and felt something wrap around her. She rose, her body rising vertically, and came face to face with a man wearing a black bondage hood and a white lab coat.
“Well well! The great Got Gal! I admit I hadn’t expected to run into you so soon. But fortune smiles it appears.” He gestured, and the vines wrapping around her shifted. She could now see more vines of various shades, various thicknesses lining the walls of the room. Several of these had wrapped around her now and held her aloft. The vines twined around her now lifted her arms, pulling them above her head. Her legs were pulled wide apart. The man reached towards her chest and lightly fingered the red gem nestled between her breasts.
“And the famous Got Emerald, the source of your power.” She struggled with all her strength against the vines, but with so many, she could barely wriggle. Her breasts bounced as she pulled, but she couldn’t break the vines’ grip on her. The man closed his hand on the gem, tugged, and with a KA-ZOTT it came free. It also popped open her bikini top and her breasts bounced free.
“MMMMPH!” Got Gal cried out, muffled by the vines around her face. Her strength vanished as the gem was taken from her.
“As it turns out, you can be of great help, Got Gal. I’m about to embark on a new stage for one of my little beauties here.” He held up a large pot containing dark soil, and a few tiny green shoots poking up through the dirt.
“Do you like my tentickler vines?” the man said, gesturing at the vines lining the room. “Your associate Ms. Americana was instrumental in their breeding.”
“Mmmp mmm mm mm mmmm mmmph!” Got Gal grunted from behind thick vines. The man raised a hand to his ear.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Got Gal glared daggers at him. Smiling, he gestured and the vines slid away from her mouth.
“I said what have you done with her?” Got Gal spat at him.
“Oh Ms. Americana is just fine. I daresay she’s having the time of her life.” He began to circle her, eyes roving over her body.
“Listen to me, all of you,” Got Gal began. She managed to keep her rising panic out of her voice. She was trapped topless, powerless, and helpless before six men and a large nest of mutated vines. It wasn’t her first time in this kind of predicament, but she could see no out right now, so she tried reason.
“Release me right now, and I promise to put in a good word with the judge.” The five men she had chased down here sniggered. The man in the lab coat merely smiled.
“Oh don’t worry Got Gal,” he said smoothly as he crossed in front of her again. “Soon, we’ll all be laughing over this. Well, you will be anyway.”
“Wh-what does that mean?” she asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice. In reply, the man nodded at his crew. She yelped as she felt them slip her heels off. She also felt them strip off her panties, and unclasp her short cape. All she was wearing now were her gloves and mask. The man reached a finger out and slowly traced it down her arm.
“Tell me Got Gal, are you…ticklish?”
THE VINES
Got Gal shivered and tried not to giggle as his finger slid slowly down her upper arm toward her underarm. She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening in surprise and dawning horror.
“Wh-wh-whaaat? Who are you?”
“You may call me Dr. Fetish.” His fingertip reached her underarm and made a slow circle around it before slipping into the hollow of her armpit. And with no warning, fingers slowly skittered over her bare soles.
“EEEEEEK! WHA-HAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Got Gal arched her back and tried to pull her feet away, tried to pull her body, but merely managed to jiggle her large, bouncy breasts as light tickles teased her. She curled her toes, scrunching her feet, trying to pull them away from the fingers, but her captors pulled her toes back, and slowly, lightly, slid fingertips across her feet. Fetish now slid his other hand down her arm, and was lightly flicking fingertips over her underarms. She wriggled and giggled, but to no avail. The vines grip was unbreakable.
“HEE-HEE-HEE! NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO PLEEEEEEASE HEE-HEE-HEEE! STOP THISSS HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Why Got Gal, you’re quite ticklish aren’t you? Hasn’t anyone ever tickled you before?” She bit her lip, trying to stifle her giggles, and shook her head. Fine blonde tresses waved back and forth.
“Bit careless of you to show off all that lovely, ticklish skin then isn’t it?” Got Gal jumped suddenly as fingers played over her ass and stroked down the backs of her thighs. She had lost track of how many men surrounded her.
“STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!”
“But Got Gal,” replied Fetish with a grin. “We’re just getting started.”
Hands slid along her sides, moving towards her hips, and she yelped in response. She wriggled and pulled mightily against the vines, but could barely budge them. The fingers teased and skittered over her, light, teasing strokes.
“HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEEEEE HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
With no warning, they stopped, Fetish actually taking a step back. Got Gal gulped down air, her breasts heaving as she did. Something she was forgetting. What was it? So hard to concentrate, she had forgotten how ticklish she really was. And no surprise, it had turned her on. She definitely felt moist, and her nipples had hardened. What was she forgetting? Wait, she had it. With Fetish there were six…
“EEEEEEEEP! NOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! NOT THERE! PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEESE!”
Fingers slipped up between her legs and lightly teased the tender flesh just outside her glistening pussy. She struggled to move her hips, but the vines tightened their grip and held her very still.
“OH NO! NOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOUUU! NOT THERE!” She jerked her hips but to no avail. Her glistening pink kitty was bare, vulnerable, and helpless as nimble fingers lightly teased her pussy. Then, Fetish himself crossed behind her and lightly stroked his fingertips down her soles.
“<shriek> OH GOD! AAAHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
Thin vines snaked down at a gesture form their master, and curled around her toes, pulling them back, baring her soft, sensitive soles. Fetish skittered his fingers up and down over her soles lightly. The tips of the vines drew along her toes, sending more electric shivers up her legs. This teasing stimulation of her feet and pussy was slowly driving her mad.
“Ms. Americana found out, as you’re about to Got Gal, that my little beauties react very well to a superheroine’s honey,” Fetish stated as he worked his fingers over her feet. Got Gal bit her lower lip and tried to banish the tickling sensations.
“W-won’t c-c-cum f-for you-hooo-hoooo-hoooo-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Oh, I think we can convince you,” Fetish said dryly. He traced his middle fingers along the edges of her arches, while his index fingers stroked down a spot in the middle of her sole beneath the balls of her feet. As he did her unseen assailant teased something across her swollen, throbbing clit.
“HAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!” she tensed as an unexpected surge of sexual pleasure arced up through her legs and into her pussy. Shrieks and giggles mixed with moans now as the tickling mixed with unexpected, and intense pleasure. Fetish mercilessly stroked those spots on her feet, sending shivers of ecstasy along with ticklish sensation into her. And that maddening, relentless, inescapable teasing of her clit continued. She thrashed, she writhed and she strained as this combination of teasing, tickling, and pleasure built up in her. She whimpered as a pressure built in her groin.
“OHHHH GOD! OHHHHHHHHH! WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Her body tensed, the pressure built, she felt the orgasm approach, closer, closer, her body teased and tickled until finally, with a surge, she shook, grunting, gushing, straining, finally cumming.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her pussy squirted out her clear honey, dribbling it onto the large pot Fetish had placed beneath her. The tiny green nubs began to push their way up, growing long and thick. A central stalk emerged from the soil, as thick as her thigh. The stalk split into four separate branches. One of these ended in a vine with a slightly bulbous head. One ended in a feather-like leaf or frond. The other two ended in what looked like cups, or even plungers, with small nubs lining the inside of them. These rose up and hovered in front of Got Gal’s massive breasts.
The tickling and teasing had stopped, finally. Got Gal’s spinning head began to clear. Like Ms. Americana, Got Gal possessed enhanced recuperative abilities thanks to prolonged exposure to her Got emerald. Already she felt her normal strength returning. And she spotted the plants hovering in front of her.
“Oh no, those aren’t… they can’t be…” her eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh yes, Got Gal,” Fetish replied. He stroked the vines gently. “They’re suckers. You see, this is a new plant I’ve engineered. I call it…the Tit-tickler.” He nudged them, and the suckers fastened to her breasts. They began to gently squeeze her breasts. Still breathing heavy and sensitive from her climax, Got Gal moaned softly as they squeezed. The result, she decided, was not at all unpleasant; quite the opposite actually. A number of the villains in Delta City had a wide range of fetishes. Several had a breast milking fetish, and most of the bustier heroines, like Ms. Americana and herself, had been targeted several times. Under the right circumstances, it was actually quite easy for Got Gal to lactate; she reasoned it was due to the sheer number of times she had been impregnated by some mutated creature of plant. In fact, her emerald, which was actually a cursed fertility jewel, was responsible. It had increased her sensitivity, her fertility, and her desirability. Whatever the reason, though, her breasts were very sensitive, and she suffered from the unique condition of actually enjoying having her tits milked.
As the vines massaged her mams, the bulbous headed vine snaked down between her legs, and pressed against her. She moaned again as it easily parted her labia and entered her, sliding in deep. The vine began a slow steady rhythm, in and out, and Got Gal gasped as it stroked across her g-spot.
“I’m particularly proud of this creation, Got Gal.” She moaned softly as the bulbous vine pumped steadily in and out of her and the suckers pulsed against her tits. “You see, the suckers will eventually drain your breasts. Your milk will then feed the plant and allow its seeds to mature faster. The vine working its way inside you right now will deposit the seeds into your womb, where your fertile superheroine honey will enable them to grow at an accelerated rate.”
“Oooooohhhhhhh!” was the only response she could muster. The phallic vine was steadily pumping her to another orgasm, the suckers gently squeezing and massaging her tits. Then it happened.
“Oooohhhhh-eeeeEEEEP!” she tensed and her breath caught in her throat.
“EEEEEEEEEK! OHHHH NOOOO!” The feathery frond between her legs, one she had forgotten about, drew light strokes across her clitoris. At the same time, tiny nubs gathered around her nipples vibrated lightly, tickling her trapped nipples.
“OHHH GOD PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NO MOOORE HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!”
Got Gal tried to pull her hips away, she tried to shake her tits free, but the vines wrapped around her legs were immovable, the suckers fastened to her tits. The fact that these new sensations now coursing through her, and that the phallus had increased its speed and intensity, only served to intensify the tickling. She was helpless, and that made it tickle worse.
She shook her head back and forth, giggling and shrieking, jiggling her enormous girls, but the suckers was clamped on, and going nowhere. The other nubs spaced farther apart began to buzz in random patterns, tickling her breasts all over.
“AHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STOOOOOPPPP! PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
The frond lightly stroked, teased and tickled her throbbing clit, the phallic vine now pumping harder into her, poking and stroking her g-spot. The pleasure was intense and mounting, but the tickling kept ruining her orgasm, and the pleasure continued to mount. Got Gal was becoming desperate for an orgasm, if only so that the intense pleasure could momentarily overwhelm this maddening, torturous tickling. She shook and thrashed, trapped, and a strange new feeling rippled through her. She felt stirrings in her tits, and knew she was about to squirt out her milk. She pulled harder, but in vain. Tears streamed down her face as she squealed with laughter, and her nipples began to pour out her milk.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAOOOOOOHHHHHH!”
The Tit-Tickler greedily gulped down the milk now gushing from her breasts. Got Gal nearly came from that alone, but the teasing of her clit had not stopped. But the long denied orgasm was now about to overtake her, even as the vine rumbled, its seeds growing and preparing to fire into her ripened womb.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!”
The orgasm ripped through her body. She tensed and trembled in the vines’ unbreakable grip, her pussy gushing as more milk spurted out of her nipples. The tip of the bulbous vine pulled back until it was just inside her pussy and opened, and the seeds poured out into Got Gal’s womb, bathing in her honey. Shaking and spasming, still in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm, Got Gal was only very dimly aware of the vines moving her, of her body being carried over to a patch of rich, dark earth. The seeds inside her swelled, and the vine finally pulled out, allowing the seeds to expel from her pussy, falling into the soil beneath her. They burrowed into the ground, and almost at the same time, began to grow, pushing more vines into the air, swelling into fully grown Tit-Tickler vines, but these were even larger than the originals.
Got Gal’s body was lowered to the ground, still shaking after the mammoth orgasm she had endured. Her body was already recovering, her head clearing.
“Got…to…move…” she mumbled, trying to get to her feet, casting around to find her emerald. It was her only chance. If she could just reach it…
“Looking for this, Got Babe?” she spun at the voice, and saw the five men who had lured her down here, it seemed a lifetime ago, tossing her emerald into the air, laughing as they did. Her blue eyes flashed with anger. She launched herself at them, not caring that she had no powers, that she was all but completely naked and outnumbered. The suddenness of her charge took them by surprise, and she barreled into the leader, knocking him aside, fingers grasping for the emerald. Even as hands grasped her body, pawing at her, she caught the emerald. She felt a surge of power, of energy. All weakness, all exhaustion was forgotten as her powers coursed through her. She flung the men off her easily, and turned only to see a dozen Tit-Tickler vines now reaching for her.
“NO!” she cried defiantly, twisting and turning as the vines shot out towards her. She narrowly avoided being ensnared by dozens of vines, and prepared to plow through the ceiling to escape. But a vine caught her foot, and another, and another, and they were rapidly twining around her. Vines snaked around her arms, covering her mouth, leaving her feet, underarms, and breasts exposed. She hadn’t been able to escape with her full powers before, and these new vines had been strengthened by her milk, her honey. She clutched the emerald even as vines closed over her fist. At least she had that. Even if she couldn’t escape, she had a chance as long as she held the emerald.
“Oh Gooooot Gaaaaal!” a voice called to her in a sing-song rhythm. She turned to see Dr. Fetish toss something at her.
“Catch!” A small, wriggling vine soared through the air at her, coiling around her calf. It worked up to her groin, and plunged into her pussy even as the Tit-Tickler vines twined around her legs, clamping them together and trapping the strange vine inside her.
“Mmmmmmmmph,” she whimpered as the vine wriggled inside her. She felt it stiffen and swell, filling her, even as new sucker pods clamped over her breasts.
“Enjoy that Vibro-Vine, Got Gal. It pleases and it teases!” Dr. Fetish and his cronies faded back.
“MMMMMMMMPPPPH! MMMMMMMMPH!” Her muffled cries sounded as the vine inside her began to buzz, the feeling at once pleasurable, and unbearably ticklish. The nubs in the sucker pods started to buzz, and she was again assaulted with both pleasure and tickling from which there was no escape. And tentickler vines descended, teasing her feet and underarms. Before the first new orgasm overcame her, Got Gal noticed as the vines shifted a huge patch of dark soil before her. There had to be a half acre of land at least! And she knew, even as she began to tremble in climax, Dr. Fetish meant for her to plant this entire patch!
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
EPILOGUE
“Boss, I don’t understand. You let her hold onto the gem?” The leader of the band asked as he watched Got Gal struggle on the video screen.
“Oh yes. You see, the vines are too strong for even the mighty Got Gal. But the gem also increases her endurance, her recuperative abilities. With its aid, the Tit-Tickler vines will spread over the entire half acre. And she’ll survive the task.” He turned to survey his men.
“I’m no fool. And I’m not done with Got Gal yet. Or Ms. Americana, for that matter.”
“You got rid of Ms. Americana?”
“I…lured her elsewhere. She was needed there more than here. But don’t worry, lads. These Delta City superheroines are surprising. You never know when they’ll turn up. Ms. Americana will make it home, and she and Got Gal will help me in the culmination of my plans!”
THE END
(for now!)
You can find part 1 here
Enjoy!
THE REPORTER
“…continuing our coverage of Delta City’s crime statistics, police report a twenty percent rise in criminal activity over the last three weeks. Viewers will recall Ms. Americana, Delta City’s premier heroine, went missing nearly three weeks ago. Although the other heroines have risen to the challenge, more criminals are taking to the streets. There is still no official word on Ms. Americana’s whereabouts. Both police and several of the heroines of Delta City have issued a no comment on the subject…”
Tanya O’Donnell headed back to her dressing room. The six o’clock news report was done, and she had a few hours to kill before she needed to pop back for the eleven o’clock report. She knew she should go over the news items for later, maybe take a look at tomorrow’s reports, but she really wanted to get out of the newsroom for a while. She picked up her purse, and headed for the exit.
“Dave, I’m gonna go get some air, OK?” she called to one of the producers.
“Mmm…” Dave responded, his concentration focused on editing a piece that would run later. Smiling to herself, Tanya exited the building.
Evening was quickly falling over Delta City. Tanya made her way down the street to her favorite coffeehouse. She got a simple iced coffee, and took it back out to walk. She drew more than a few stares. Tanya O’Donnell, Delta City’s most popular news anchorwoman, stood tall, taller still in heels, with her light blonde hair pulled in a tight bun on her head. Piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd, and noticed more than a few stares. Her knee length charcoal skirt hugged her hips, accentuating her curves nicely, while her white blouse did very little to conceal just how ample her breasts were. It didn’t show on TV so well, but out in public, several men, and more than a few women found themselves staring. Tanya smiled in amused appreciation, and walked on.
The evening was still warm, with a light breeze blowing, and many people were out enjoying the weather. Tanya kept scanning the crowd, but all seemed well. She hadn’t exaggerated in her news report; crime had been on the rise since Ms. Americana disappeared. Tanya knew very well that Brenda Wade, Ms. Americana’s real name, had left the country on a tour of her overseas facilities. But she usually checked in with some of the heroines, especially her partner Flag Girl. As far as she knew, there had been no word from Brenda. Tanya decided that she should contact Wade Industries and inquire about Brenda’s whereabouts. Meanwhile, there was a lot of slack to pick up. But maybe tonight would finally be a quiet night.
“LOOK OUT!!!”
Screeching tires, followed by the roar of an engine and the cries of several people sounded behind her. Tanya turned and saw a white van with no markings tear around a corner, hop the curb onto a sidewalk, scattering people as they dived out of the way, then swerve back out into the street. The van raced off down the road. In the distance, sirens sounded. Tanya knew that with the head start it had, no police would catch that van. She sighed; so much for a quiet night. She dropped her coffee into a trash can, and darted into a one way side street. No one was looking; all eyes were on the van.
Tanya’s heels clacked against the pavement. They weren’t exactly designed for running. But she reached down to the red brooch nestled against her bosoms, stroked it, and felt an arc of power course through her. She was engulfed in a bright flash of light, and as it faded, Tanya O’Donnell had changed. Her body was now clothed in a skimpy white bikini. A waist length cape fluttered behind her as her feet lifted from the ground. Elbow length gloves covered her hands, a mask covered her face, and her hair blew freely behind her. She leapt into the air, and soared high over the buildings. The power of the GOT emerald had transformed her into Got Gal!
Got Gal rose into the air, and scanned the street for the van. She found it in seconds, and shot down to intercept it before someone got hurt. The van had turned down a side street, and screeched to a halt. The doors flew open, and five fit young men poured out of it, heading down the street, and ducking down a side alley.
“Hold it right there!” she shouted.
“Shit! It’s Got Gal!” cried out one of the men.
“Doesn’t matter! Keep moving!” called the man in the lead. Got Gal landed near the van and sprinted towards the alley. She was gaining quickly, but they seemed to be headed for one of the old entrances to the old subway tunnels. If they made it in there, she could easily lose them in the labyrinthine network of passages.
THE TUNNELS
“In here!” They burst through a metal door. Got Gal was only seconds behind them. She was looking down a long concrete corridor, ending in another old metal door that her quarry disappeared through. She charged down the corridor, and burst through the door. The corridor continued for another few hundred feet, but only a few yards in it branched to the left and right. Got Gal flew to the intersection, and looked, spotting her prey fleeing around a bend down the left hand corridor.
“Damn. They’re trying to lose me!” She took to the air again, flying down the corridor. She had been down these old tunnels more than she would have liked, but had never really learned to navigate them. Criminals, however, seemed to have an uncanny knack for doing so, and often hid there to escape pursuit. It was ideal; there were literally miles of tunnels, and numerous places to hide, and the tunnels under Delta City were home to all manner of strange creatures. These creatures, both plant and animal, had strange lustful appetites that seemed focused on the superheroines who sometimes ventured down to their domain. It had only been recently, after weeks of effort that the heroines of Delta City had managed to clear the tunnels of all the strange plant and animal life that had infested them for years.
But two weeks after the tunnels were finally reported clear Green Specter chased a purse thief down one of the tunnels and had come face to face with an insemenoid plant. Although it had not impregnated her, she had endured over an hour of orgasms meant to ripen her. Poor Green Specter had been days in recovering. Ms. Americana had reported discovering a lead, but she had disappeared. Got Gal couldn’t help but think the two were related; whoever had reintroduced the insemenoid plant had captured Ms. Americana.
Got Gal rounded another bend. Despite her powers, the close quarters of the tunnel meant that those five men had managed to stay ahead of her. She kept catching glimpses of them down corridors, or rounding corners. She slowed, and touched down.
“Time to think about this girl,” she said to herself softly. She could continue barging blindly down corridors, but she had no way of knowing where she was right now. And somewhere down here was at least one insemenoid plant. She was sure that her powers would protect her, but it was always a good idea to be cautious. Besides, what had those five guys been doing anyway? She hadn’t seen them commit any crimes, apart from reckless driving. It was almost as if they were trying to lure her down there.
“Oh no!” she said, turning her head, looking for the trap. She had been foolish to blunder down here for so long. She turned to make her way back up the corridor and try to find a way back up to the street, and there were her five guys. Before she could do more than register her surprise, they each threw something small at her. They landed at her feet. They looked like small seed pods. Got Gal looked up at her quarry, smirking.
“What, are you boys going to pelt me to death?”
Suddenly, the pods burst, and five pairs of small vines wriggled out. They jumped towards her, and as they did, swelled to massive size, wrapping around her legs, her arms, circling her torso, her neck and head. Before she knew it, she was fully wrapped in these vines, arms pulled against her sides, and although she strained with all her strength, the vines proved too strong. One of them covered her mouth, muffling her grunts of effort to escape.
“Don’t struggle to much, Got Babe,” jeered one of the guys. “The harder you struggle, the tighter it gets.”
“What do we do now?” said another.
“We give the vines a minute to really wrap her up, and we take her to the boss.”
“Won’t those things get us too?”
“Nah. The boss says they attach to one person at a time. If one of them comes off, keep away from it, but so long as she’s wrapped up, we’re good.”
Got Gal pulled and strained, but the vines were too much for her enhanced strength. She felt herself lifted in the air, and the men carried her down several corridors. Unable to turn her head, she couldn’t even try to mark her passage. Finally, they emerged into another room. From the echoing, she guessed it was an old storage room or something.
“We got her boss!” said the young leader of the group.
“Excellent work men!” a deeper voice responded. Got Gal wasn’t sure, but something about that voice was familiar. She felt her body shifting, and felt something wrap around her. She rose, her body rising vertically, and came face to face with a man wearing a black bondage hood and a white lab coat.
“Well well! The great Got Gal! I admit I hadn’t expected to run into you so soon. But fortune smiles it appears.” He gestured, and the vines wrapping around her shifted. She could now see more vines of various shades, various thicknesses lining the walls of the room. Several of these had wrapped around her now and held her aloft. The vines twined around her now lifted her arms, pulling them above her head. Her legs were pulled wide apart. The man reached towards her chest and lightly fingered the red gem nestled between her breasts.
“And the famous Got Emerald, the source of your power.” She struggled with all her strength against the vines, but with so many, she could barely wriggle. Her breasts bounced as she pulled, but she couldn’t break the vines’ grip on her. The man closed his hand on the gem, tugged, and with a KA-ZOTT it came free. It also popped open her bikini top and her breasts bounced free.
“MMMMPH!” Got Gal cried out, muffled by the vines around her face. Her strength vanished as the gem was taken from her.
“As it turns out, you can be of great help, Got Gal. I’m about to embark on a new stage for one of my little beauties here.” He held up a large pot containing dark soil, and a few tiny green shoots poking up through the dirt.
“Do you like my tentickler vines?” the man said, gesturing at the vines lining the room. “Your associate Ms. Americana was instrumental in their breeding.”
“Mmmp mmm mm mm mmmm mmmph!” Got Gal grunted from behind thick vines. The man raised a hand to his ear.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Got Gal glared daggers at him. Smiling, he gestured and the vines slid away from her mouth.
“I said what have you done with her?” Got Gal spat at him.
“Oh Ms. Americana is just fine. I daresay she’s having the time of her life.” He began to circle her, eyes roving over her body.
“Listen to me, all of you,” Got Gal began. She managed to keep her rising panic out of her voice. She was trapped topless, powerless, and helpless before six men and a large nest of mutated vines. It wasn’t her first time in this kind of predicament, but she could see no out right now, so she tried reason.
“Release me right now, and I promise to put in a good word with the judge.” The five men she had chased down here sniggered. The man in the lab coat merely smiled.
“Oh don’t worry Got Gal,” he said smoothly as he crossed in front of her again. “Soon, we’ll all be laughing over this. Well, you will be anyway.”
“Wh-what does that mean?” she asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice. In reply, the man nodded at his crew. She yelped as she felt them slip her heels off. She also felt them strip off her panties, and unclasp her short cape. All she was wearing now were her gloves and mask. The man reached a finger out and slowly traced it down her arm.
“Tell me Got Gal, are you…ticklish?”
THE VINES
Got Gal shivered and tried not to giggle as his finger slid slowly down her upper arm toward her underarm. She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening in surprise and dawning horror.
“Wh-wh-whaaat? Who are you?”
“You may call me Dr. Fetish.” His fingertip reached her underarm and made a slow circle around it before slipping into the hollow of her armpit. And with no warning, fingers slowly skittered over her bare soles.
“EEEEEEK! WHA-HAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Got Gal arched her back and tried to pull her feet away, tried to pull her body, but merely managed to jiggle her large, bouncy breasts as light tickles teased her. She curled her toes, scrunching her feet, trying to pull them away from the fingers, but her captors pulled her toes back, and slowly, lightly, slid fingertips across her feet. Fetish now slid his other hand down her arm, and was lightly flicking fingertips over her underarms. She wriggled and giggled, but to no avail. The vines grip was unbreakable.
“HEE-HEE-HEE! NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO PLEEEEEEASE HEE-HEE-HEEE! STOP THISSS HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Why Got Gal, you’re quite ticklish aren’t you? Hasn’t anyone ever tickled you before?” She bit her lip, trying to stifle her giggles, and shook her head. Fine blonde tresses waved back and forth.
“Bit careless of you to show off all that lovely, ticklish skin then isn’t it?” Got Gal jumped suddenly as fingers played over her ass and stroked down the backs of her thighs. She had lost track of how many men surrounded her.
“STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!”
“But Got Gal,” replied Fetish with a grin. “We’re just getting started.”
Hands slid along her sides, moving towards her hips, and she yelped in response. She wriggled and pulled mightily against the vines, but could barely budge them. The fingers teased and skittered over her, light, teasing strokes.
“HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEEEEE HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
With no warning, they stopped, Fetish actually taking a step back. Got Gal gulped down air, her breasts heaving as she did. Something she was forgetting. What was it? So hard to concentrate, she had forgotten how ticklish she really was. And no surprise, it had turned her on. She definitely felt moist, and her nipples had hardened. What was she forgetting? Wait, she had it. With Fetish there were six…
“EEEEEEEEP! NOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! NOT THERE! PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEESE!”
Fingers slipped up between her legs and lightly teased the tender flesh just outside her glistening pussy. She struggled to move her hips, but the vines tightened their grip and held her very still.
“OH NO! NOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOUUU! NOT THERE!” She jerked her hips but to no avail. Her glistening pink kitty was bare, vulnerable, and helpless as nimble fingers lightly teased her pussy. Then, Fetish himself crossed behind her and lightly stroked his fingertips down her soles.
“<shriek> OH GOD! AAAHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
Thin vines snaked down at a gesture form their master, and curled around her toes, pulling them back, baring her soft, sensitive soles. Fetish skittered his fingers up and down over her soles lightly. The tips of the vines drew along her toes, sending more electric shivers up her legs. This teasing stimulation of her feet and pussy was slowly driving her mad.
“Ms. Americana found out, as you’re about to Got Gal, that my little beauties react very well to a superheroine’s honey,” Fetish stated as he worked his fingers over her feet. Got Gal bit her lower lip and tried to banish the tickling sensations.
“W-won’t c-c-cum f-for you-hooo-hoooo-hoooo-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“Oh, I think we can convince you,” Fetish said dryly. He traced his middle fingers along the edges of her arches, while his index fingers stroked down a spot in the middle of her sole beneath the balls of her feet. As he did her unseen assailant teased something across her swollen, throbbing clit.
“HAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!” she tensed as an unexpected surge of sexual pleasure arced up through her legs and into her pussy. Shrieks and giggles mixed with moans now as the tickling mixed with unexpected, and intense pleasure. Fetish mercilessly stroked those spots on her feet, sending shivers of ecstasy along with ticklish sensation into her. And that maddening, relentless, inescapable teasing of her clit continued. She thrashed, she writhed and she strained as this combination of teasing, tickling, and pleasure built up in her. She whimpered as a pressure built in her groin.
“OHHHH GOD! OHHHHHHHHH! WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Her body tensed, the pressure built, she felt the orgasm approach, closer, closer, her body teased and tickled until finally, with a surge, she shook, grunting, gushing, straining, finally cumming.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her pussy squirted out her clear honey, dribbling it onto the large pot Fetish had placed beneath her. The tiny green nubs began to push their way up, growing long and thick. A central stalk emerged from the soil, as thick as her thigh. The stalk split into four separate branches. One of these ended in a vine with a slightly bulbous head. One ended in a feather-like leaf or frond. The other two ended in what looked like cups, or even plungers, with small nubs lining the inside of them. These rose up and hovered in front of Got Gal’s massive breasts.
The tickling and teasing had stopped, finally. Got Gal’s spinning head began to clear. Like Ms. Americana, Got Gal possessed enhanced recuperative abilities thanks to prolonged exposure to her Got emerald. Already she felt her normal strength returning. And she spotted the plants hovering in front of her.
“Oh no, those aren’t… they can’t be…” her eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh yes, Got Gal,” Fetish replied. He stroked the vines gently. “They’re suckers. You see, this is a new plant I’ve engineered. I call it…the Tit-tickler.” He nudged them, and the suckers fastened to her breasts. They began to gently squeeze her breasts. Still breathing heavy and sensitive from her climax, Got Gal moaned softly as they squeezed. The result, she decided, was not at all unpleasant; quite the opposite actually. A number of the villains in Delta City had a wide range of fetishes. Several had a breast milking fetish, and most of the bustier heroines, like Ms. Americana and herself, had been targeted several times. Under the right circumstances, it was actually quite easy for Got Gal to lactate; she reasoned it was due to the sheer number of times she had been impregnated by some mutated creature of plant. In fact, her emerald, which was actually a cursed fertility jewel, was responsible. It had increased her sensitivity, her fertility, and her desirability. Whatever the reason, though, her breasts were very sensitive, and she suffered from the unique condition of actually enjoying having her tits milked.
As the vines massaged her mams, the bulbous headed vine snaked down between her legs, and pressed against her. She moaned again as it easily parted her labia and entered her, sliding in deep. The vine began a slow steady rhythm, in and out, and Got Gal gasped as it stroked across her g-spot.
“I’m particularly proud of this creation, Got Gal.” She moaned softly as the bulbous vine pumped steadily in and out of her and the suckers pulsed against her tits. “You see, the suckers will eventually drain your breasts. Your milk will then feed the plant and allow its seeds to mature faster. The vine working its way inside you right now will deposit the seeds into your womb, where your fertile superheroine honey will enable them to grow at an accelerated rate.”
“Oooooohhhhhhh!” was the only response she could muster. The phallic vine was steadily pumping her to another orgasm, the suckers gently squeezing and massaging her tits. Then it happened.
“Oooohhhhh-eeeeEEEEP!” she tensed and her breath caught in her throat.
“EEEEEEEEEK! OHHHH NOOOO!” The feathery frond between her legs, one she had forgotten about, drew light strokes across her clitoris. At the same time, tiny nubs gathered around her nipples vibrated lightly, tickling her trapped nipples.
“OHHH GOD PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NO MOOORE HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!”
Got Gal tried to pull her hips away, she tried to shake her tits free, but the vines wrapped around her legs were immovable, the suckers fastened to her tits. The fact that these new sensations now coursing through her, and that the phallus had increased its speed and intensity, only served to intensify the tickling. She was helpless, and that made it tickle worse.
She shook her head back and forth, giggling and shrieking, jiggling her enormous girls, but the suckers was clamped on, and going nowhere. The other nubs spaced farther apart began to buzz in random patterns, tickling her breasts all over.
“AHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STOOOOOPPPP! PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
The frond lightly stroked, teased and tickled her throbbing clit, the phallic vine now pumping harder into her, poking and stroking her g-spot. The pleasure was intense and mounting, but the tickling kept ruining her orgasm, and the pleasure continued to mount. Got Gal was becoming desperate for an orgasm, if only so that the intense pleasure could momentarily overwhelm this maddening, torturous tickling. She shook and thrashed, trapped, and a strange new feeling rippled through her. She felt stirrings in her tits, and knew she was about to squirt out her milk. She pulled harder, but in vain. Tears streamed down her face as she squealed with laughter, and her nipples began to pour out her milk.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAOOOOOOHHHHHH!”
The Tit-Tickler greedily gulped down the milk now gushing from her breasts. Got Gal nearly came from that alone, but the teasing of her clit had not stopped. But the long denied orgasm was now about to overtake her, even as the vine rumbled, its seeds growing and preparing to fire into her ripened womb.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN!”
The orgasm ripped through her body. She tensed and trembled in the vines’ unbreakable grip, her pussy gushing as more milk spurted out of her nipples. The tip of the bulbous vine pulled back until it was just inside her pussy and opened, and the seeds poured out into Got Gal’s womb, bathing in her honey. Shaking and spasming, still in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm, Got Gal was only very dimly aware of the vines moving her, of her body being carried over to a patch of rich, dark earth. The seeds inside her swelled, and the vine finally pulled out, allowing the seeds to expel from her pussy, falling into the soil beneath her. They burrowed into the ground, and almost at the same time, began to grow, pushing more vines into the air, swelling into fully grown Tit-Tickler vines, but these were even larger than the originals.
Got Gal’s body was lowered to the ground, still shaking after the mammoth orgasm she had endured. Her body was already recovering, her head clearing.
“Got…to…move…” she mumbled, trying to get to her feet, casting around to find her emerald. It was her only chance. If she could just reach it…
“Looking for this, Got Babe?” she spun at the voice, and saw the five men who had lured her down here, it seemed a lifetime ago, tossing her emerald into the air, laughing as they did. Her blue eyes flashed with anger. She launched herself at them, not caring that she had no powers, that she was all but completely naked and outnumbered. The suddenness of her charge took them by surprise, and she barreled into the leader, knocking him aside, fingers grasping for the emerald. Even as hands grasped her body, pawing at her, she caught the emerald. She felt a surge of power, of energy. All weakness, all exhaustion was forgotten as her powers coursed through her. She flung the men off her easily, and turned only to see a dozen Tit-Tickler vines now reaching for her.
“NO!” she cried defiantly, twisting and turning as the vines shot out towards her. She narrowly avoided being ensnared by dozens of vines, and prepared to plow through the ceiling to escape. But a vine caught her foot, and another, and another, and they were rapidly twining around her. Vines snaked around her arms, covering her mouth, leaving her feet, underarms, and breasts exposed. She hadn’t been able to escape with her full powers before, and these new vines had been strengthened by her milk, her honey. She clutched the emerald even as vines closed over her fist. At least she had that. Even if she couldn’t escape, she had a chance as long as she held the emerald.
“Oh Gooooot Gaaaaal!” a voice called to her in a sing-song rhythm. She turned to see Dr. Fetish toss something at her.
“Catch!” A small, wriggling vine soared through the air at her, coiling around her calf. It worked up to her groin, and plunged into her pussy even as the Tit-Tickler vines twined around her legs, clamping them together and trapping the strange vine inside her.
“Mmmmmmmmph,” she whimpered as the vine wriggled inside her. She felt it stiffen and swell, filling her, even as new sucker pods clamped over her breasts.
“Enjoy that Vibro-Vine, Got Gal. It pleases and it teases!” Dr. Fetish and his cronies faded back.
“MMMMMMMMPPPPH! MMMMMMMMPH!” Her muffled cries sounded as the vine inside her began to buzz, the feeling at once pleasurable, and unbearably ticklish. The nubs in the sucker pods started to buzz, and she was again assaulted with both pleasure and tickling from which there was no escape. And tentickler vines descended, teasing her feet and underarms. Before the first new orgasm overcame her, Got Gal noticed as the vines shifted a huge patch of dark soil before her. There had to be a half acre of land at least! And she knew, even as she began to tremble in climax, Dr. Fetish meant for her to plant this entire patch!
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
EPILOGUE
“Boss, I don’t understand. You let her hold onto the gem?” The leader of the band asked as he watched Got Gal struggle on the video screen.
“Oh yes. You see, the vines are too strong for even the mighty Got Gal. But the gem also increases her endurance, her recuperative abilities. With its aid, the Tit-Tickler vines will spread over the entire half acre. And she’ll survive the task.” He turned to survey his men.
“I’m no fool. And I’m not done with Got Gal yet. Or Ms. Americana, for that matter.”
“You got rid of Ms. Americana?”
“I…lured her elsewhere. She was needed there more than here. But don’t worry, lads. These Delta City superheroines are surprising. You never know when they’ll turn up. Ms. Americana will make it home, and she and Got Gal will help me in the culmination of my plans!”
THE END
(for now!)
