Message-ID: <31127asstr$993715803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <mr_johnny@bigfoot.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1494801.993680417600.JavaMail.javamailuser@localhost> From: "Johnny D." <mr_johnny@bigfoot.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleader with No Panties meets Kaylok the Barbarian (superhero parody mf ff orgy anal humor) by Johnny D. Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 04:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31127> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates This is just the latest story to star the Cheerleader with No Panties, but should stand alone okay so don't worry if you've not read any of the others. If, of course, you do want to read any of the Cheerleader's previous adventures, or any of my other stories, then you can find them at: http://member.newsguy.com/files/Authors/j/wwwondfic/jd/ There's even a mailing list you can join if you'd like my stories delivered direct to your mailbox as soon as I finish them! Aren't you lucky? ;) I'm actually warming to the Cheerleader with No Panties now, which is surprising considering I originally created her as a one-story joke several years ago. And this story's come out a lot better than the previous one did. If you've got any views on this, don't keep them to yourself - drop me an email! *** Cheerleader with No Panties meets Kaylok the Barbarian ====================================================== Another exciting adventure starring the Cheerleader with No Panties. by Johnny D. In a time of thieves, super-villains, and mayors, a city in crisis cried out for a hero. She was the Cheerleader with No Panties, a superslut forged in the heat of orgasm. The passion... the orgies... Her deeds will change the world. Breath steamed in front of her as she chipped gently at the ice with her small pick, examining each new set of shards for possible finds. But no finds were found, and Doctor Martha Smidt, renowned archeologist, could only wonder what the dark shape in the center of the ice block might be. Scattered around the block, her students and subordinates were similarly chipping and pondering. They were all clad in thick jumpers, thicker anoraks and thick mittens, and not for the first time Dr Smidt had cause to regret that she was wearing only her thermal underwear and a thin blouse and skirt beneath her clean white lab-coat. But this had been such a strange assignment; called upon by the Italian government to investigate something found by an oil company looking for new oilfields in the Alps. So excited she had been on first seeing it that she had felt nothing but a warm glow even as the snow had begun to pile up on her hat. At least her assistant had had the sense to erect a tent. Frustratingly, some of her students seemed to have dug closer to whatever it was in the ice than she had. She knew she shouldn't feel jealous of them - they needed the experience and were quite competant - but nonetheless she wanted so much to know what it was they had found. And those students must be nearly upon it now... And then a girl screamed. Dr Smidt dropped her pick and rushed around the block, to find one of her students collapsed on the floor. This girl had indeed beaten her to the meat of this dig, meat which was now protruding noticably from the iceblock. Dr Smidt swallowed and exclaimed "Look at the size of that!" "Give it up, Expanding Ass Man, your evil scheme will not succeed!" shouted the Cheerleader with No Panties, dodging nimbly aside as her adversary turned around and expanded his backside to a massive size, crushing the hotdog stand she had been standing beside mere seconds before. "You'll never take me alive, Cheerleader with No Panties!" shouted back the supervillain, contracting his ass to normal dimensions before sitting down and expanding and contracting it quickly, sending himself flying into the air and over an office block. "Oh no you don't." mutterered the cheerleading superheroine, flying into the air herself and catching Expanding Ass Man before he could make good his getaway. "It's back to the special federal prison for you!" The crowd of onlookers cheered, though whether for her capture of the rampaging supervillain or the sight of her nude pussy under her skirt she couldn't be sure. After returning Exploding Ass Man to jail (and ensuring that his warders wouldn't forget to give him his special ass-shrinking medicine again), the Cheerleader flew leisurely back home. Home, of course, was for civilians and, ducking into a convenient allyway and muttering her magic chant under her breath, the Cheerleader emerged moments later in her civilian guise as Linda Carpenter, schoolgirl and nymphomaniac. Slamming the front door behind her, the teenaged Linda sloaped into the kitchen. "Hi Mom, what's for dinner?" she said, planting a light kiss on her mother's kindly cheek. Jessica Carpenter looked down at her daughter with indulgent eyes. She worried sometimes about the late nights her daughter kept, and her innumerable sleepovers at friends' houses, but for the most part she recognised that Linda was a kind girl who didn't do drugs and wasn't pregnant, which seemed to put her massively ahead of the rest of her generation already. And it wasn't as if Jessica hadn't had a few late nights when _she_ was a teenager - although those were of course of a very different nature to the innocent games that Linda and her nice friend would be playing. Linda waved her hand in front of her mother's eyes, snapping her out of her reverie. "Mom? You okay?" "Oh? Oh, yes darling, I'm okay. Just thinking." smiled Jessica. "Dinner? I was thinking maybe pizza!" "Yay, I love pizza!" "I thought as much. Why don't you watch TV or something until it's ready - it'll be about five minutes." Linda skipped into the living room, flopped onto a chair and started to search for the remote control for the television. Finally, after applying her x-ray vision to numerable piles of women's magazines, she located it underneath the cushion she was sitting on. Pointing it in the vague direction of the TV, she flicked rapidly through the channels... "Today in Congress, Senator Lieberman said-" Boring. "Superbowl teams announced-" Boring. "-discovery in the Alps of a complete Iron Age human frozen in i-" Boring. "Same as we do every week, try to take over th-" Boring. "Mr Data, Engage." Boring. "Robin, can you reach my anti-handcuff Bat-acid-spray?" Boring, not to mention horrendously unrealistic. I mean, how was she supposed to take a guy who dressed in a bad Haloween costume seriously as a crimefighter? "-bodyslams the Undertaker-" Boring. "A rally of a hundred homeless people was bro-" Boring. "Holy Matriachs-In-Drag, Batman!" Hadn't she already seen this channel? "Just put the cow into the Mince-O-Matic, add potatoes, turn the handle and voila - nutricious, tasty stew, good for any occaision!" Boring. Boring, boring, boring. She had _got_ to persuade her Mom to buy some cooler TV channels. Linda saw the signal-light projecting the image of a massive hairless pussy onto the clouds at exactly eleven o'clock that night, coincentally while she was in the middle of a phone-sex session with her friend Nancy. Nancy had described in loving, sumptuous detail how she would sneak up on Linda as she was bent over a water-fountain and eat out her pussy from behind, and Linda had just started to tell Nancy how she would use her gymnastic training to hang from the high-bars while Linda suckled on her erect straining clitoris... But the police were using their Cheerleader-Signal to summon her, a signal only used in the direst circumstances. A signal she didn't dare ignore. Linda made a quick excuse (Mum wanted to have a talk with her about the Facts of Life. Like her mother knew anything about _that_.) and opened her window, feeling the cold night wind raise goosebumps upon her naked flesh. Whispering her magic chant under her breath, she felt her chest swell, her hair shimmer, her whole body change shape and become clothed with a cheerleader's uniform spun from the air itself. And then she flew out of the window. The Cheerleader with No Panties arrived at the police headquarters to find Chief O'Lada in deep conversation with a bookish, bespectacled man she didn't recognise. As she alighted next to them, the Chief turned to speak to her and the bespectacled man's bottom jaw dropped open. "There you are, Cheerleader with No Panties. Thank you for coming." burred the Chief of Police. "The President himself asked us to contact you." "The President? Wow, it must be important... what's up, Chief?" "It's a bit outside your usual area of operations. You see, the President is responding to a request from the Italian Prime Minister... a request of a scientific nature. Doctor Havvacatta here can fill you in on the details." The bespectacled man wiped the drool from his chin and spoke in a flat, droning yet slightly choked voice. "We've lost contact with Doctor Smidt and her team, and we'd like you to investigate." Well, that sure answered nothing, as confusion reigned supreme over the Cheerleader's features. "Who's Doctor Smidt? What team? Where does the Italian Prime Minister fit into this?" Dr Havvacatta double-took. "Surely you jest! Surely you know Doctor Martha Elizabeth Smidt, the foremost arctic archeologist in the world!?!" The Cheerleader with No Panties raised an eyebrow, then cut across Dr Havvacatta's attempted diatribe against the youth of today. "So this archeologist woman's got lost in the Arctic and you want me to find her? Okay, should be easy enough." "Not quite, Cheerleader with No Panties." Chief O'Lada lilted. "You see, Doctor Smidt isn't missing in the Arctic - she's been working at a site in the Alps in northern Italy. She and some of her students." "They've been excavating one of the most thrilling finds of recent times - what we believe to be the body of a prehistoric human, perfectly preserved in the ice!" "So this woman and her students have wandered off and got lost in the Alps?" guessed the Cheerleader. "Not quite." said Dr Havvacatta. "We lost contact with Dr Smidt and her team about twelve hours ago. Our only communication since was a garbled message from Dr Smidt's assistant; we were unable to fully transcribe it, but she was clearly distressed and we could hear screaming. We think something may have happened. And this is where you come in, superhero. Inclement weather conditions are preventing us from checking on the team by normal means, so the Italian Government requests that you fly to Dr Smidt's camp and find out what has happened to them." The Cheerleader with No Panties thought for a moment. It was rather further afield than she would normally operate, and it wasn't the kind of job she would normally undertake... but it probably wouldn't take long, and she'd always wanted to see Italy. "Okay," she said, and flew out the door at super-speed. "Wait, you stupid superhero girl!" Dr Havvacatta shouted after her. "We haven't told you where Dr Smidt's camp is yet!" Ice and driving snow were no handicap to the airborne Cheerleader with No Panties as she soared high above the mountains, her powerful x-ray vision penetrating the blizzards and scanning the landscape below for the archeologists' camp. She was still angry at herself for the way she'd acted towards Dr Havvacatta; a superhero shouldn't _be_ impolite or petulant. But she'd encountered men like him before; short yet snooty, looking down his nose at her, detesting her blatext sexuality. Probably deeply religious. No doubt he would have to say a few dozen Hail Marys to be absolved of the contamination of even being in the same room as her. Probably had a wife, equally religious, who wore a cardigan and kept her house nice and clean. They probably had sex once every couple of months, in the missionary position, with the lights out. In bed, of course. The Cheerleader was so busy imagining how sad Havvacatta's life must be that she almost missed the archeologist's camp. A small network of tents, sheltered close to the base of a particularly sharp peak. As the superhero swept towards it, her x-ray vision was already showing her the situation inside. Desolation. Devastation. The tents were lit by guttering oil lamps; the electrical generator in the centre of the largest tent had clearly been damaged at some point and the occupants had turned to more primitive methods of illumination. The snow that was the tent floors was scuffled, kicked into rough, primitive patterns; evidence of a struggle and a desparate attempt at escape. And more disturbing, in the outlaying tents, the Cheerleader saw the bodies. Broken human beings, their clothes torn, their heads lolling at awkward angles. She flew in through the canvas and knelt beside one, a pretty girl in her early twenties, and was surprised when her fingers found a pulse beating in her neck. Weak, erratic, but alive. Looking closer, the superhero saw that the girl was drooling, a soft pool of spittle just failing to freeze on her shoulder. The top half of her clothing - a thick white coat - seemed to have been scratched and ripped randomly, but her thick winterproof trousers had been torn completely open about the crotch; her pussy displayed to the world the clear evidence of a recent and forceful visitation; from its open lips drooled a familiar white fluid. What had happened here? The Cheerleader lightly grasped the girl's head and looked into her eyes, and the girl looked blankly back. It was as if there was no-one home; some mind-blowing experience had forced this poor female to retreat inside herself. Checking the girl for serious injuries - and finding none - the Cheerleader rolled her into the recovery position and looked around. Now she knew what she was looking for, she could see that all of the bodies - what she had thought were dead bodies - were in a similar state. All of them were women, all of them alive but weak, all of them withdrawn, all of them recently pentrated. In her time as a superhero, the Cheerleader with No Panties had seen a lot of people in shock, but nothing compared to this. What could have happened, she wondered, to leave so many women in such a perilous state? And as she pondered this it came around the corner, charging with a lolloping gait. Naked except for a bone necklace, face painted with what looked like blood, hair unkempt, forehead pronounced, six feet tall, a massively muscular man with a bodybuilder's physique and rampant body-hair. His hard fourteen-inch penis stabbed through the cold air before him, and a battlecry burst gutterally from his lips: "KAYLOK WANT PUSSY!" Once she had finished battering him into unconciousness with a piece of lead piping, the Cheerleader with No Panties took a moment to admire the barbarian's body in more detail. He was clearly unlike any man she had ever seen; a throwback to a bygone, more primal age, when men were men and women were women, urges went unsupressed and nobody but nobody wore clothes. She sighed, running her hand over his thick, pronounced pectoral muscles. "So, you're what's caused all the problems here, are you?" she breathed. "But what are you, where did you come from? Have you been living out here in the ice and snow for all these years?" She lightly brushed her fingernails over his abdomen, feeling her own sex starting to respond to such close proximity to this wild unrestrained piece of man. "And are there any more like you, or are you all alone?" His penis was flacid now, but still an impressive twelve inches long. And thick too; not a thin little prick like so many of the 'big' men these days. She took it in her hand, gently caressing it. "This is what drove you to do this, isn't it? You saw all these women archeologists working here and just couldn't hold yourself back." Surprisingly, she could feel his cock responding to her touch, growing in her hand. "Is it a long time since you had a woman, is that it? A long time out here with nothing but your own hand to keep you satisfied?" Now that cock was it's full erect, throbbing fifteen inches. A little bead of precum was forming on the engorged glans; the Cheerleader bent down and licked it off, taking a moment to savour the salty goodness. Another one started to appear as soon as the first one was gone, and the Cheerleader licked that one off too. She heard a gasp, and to her surprise found that the barbarian had regained conciousness. He started to grunt and tried to get up, but the Cheerleader with No Panties put her hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "I can lift a tank with one finger, so you're not going anywhere until I let you." she said sweetly. "And in the meantime we're going to work out all the frustrations that made you do this." The barbarian tried to struggle but couldn't move as the Cheerleader bent down and took his cock inside her mouth. It was so big she could only get the first quarter into her mouth, and even then her cheeks were straining, her lips a big round 'O' around his meat. With her free hand she stroked parts she couldn't suck, as her tongue danced awkwardly between her teeth and his shaft. The barbarian's struggling had ceased and he was laying back, letting her suck him off. She took him out for a second, strings of her salyva sticking to his cockhead, before going down on him again, his end rubbing against the back of her throat. Her own pussy was almost dripping with excitement, and she took her hand off his cock to roughly massage her clit. "Kaylok like teen mouth..." the barbarian breathed. The superhero abruptly withdrew her head and shuffled up his body, her hand still on his chest, holding him down. "Now let's see what that cock can really do." she said, positioning her pussy directly above it. She wore no panties under her short pleated skirt, and the tip of his penis rubbed teasingly against her clitoris. Then she descended, taking one inch and two and more, going all the way, feeling her super-cunt stetch to accomodate the massive manhood that was penetrating her. Finally all sixteen inches were inside her and she groaned from the feeling of fullness, from the sensation of her super-sensitive pussy lips just barely in contact with his balls. She raised herself onto her knees, exposing fully five inches of his cock to the cold air, then sat down to thrust it fully back inside her, her juices oozing out between her lips and the shaft. Again, and again she withdrew then pushed the cock back home, getting faster and faster, feeling herself getting higher and higher. She moved her hand down her body to frig her clit, pushing it against the rapidly-moving cock, struggling to restrain the urge to fuck at super-speed as the orgasm approached. "KAYLOK LIKE TEEN PUSSY!" shouted the barbarian, as with a grunt he climaxed, and she shuddered as she felt his cock shoot his white seed deep into her juicy depths. The Cheerleader felt her own orgasm wash over her too, and she grunted as she strained to restrain her super-strong vaginal muscles from doing damage to the glorious man within her, and gasped as her vision tunnelled and her mind almost exploded with the pleasure. The barbarian was panting as they came down from their heights, but the Cheerleader had more plans for him. "Oh no, it's not over yet." she said, smiling cruelly. "We're going to make sure _all_ of your frustrations are gone so there's no risk of you molesting any more poor women." She shifted herself so that her feet were on the floor and started to bounce up and down on his still-hard cock with even greater vigour. Her juices, mixed with his own ample cum, was oozing out of her pussy and lubricating his shaft and balls, which she squeezed gently with her free hand, while her other was still on his chest, holding him down. Although now the barbarian warrior was showing no signs of wanted to get up; laying tossing his head and back and forth as his throbbing cock was fucked by the superhero's super-slick super-deep super-tight cunt. On the down-thrust every inch of his shaft was inside her, every inch been gripped and massaged by amazing muscles inside this amazing woman. On the up-thrust the cold air only made her cunt seem all the hotter. The Cheerleader thrust her free hand up her jersey to massage at her sensitive, straining nipple as she felt the climax grow inside her once more. Her cunt was throbbing like it had never throbbed before as the seventeen inches of uncivilised uncircumsized penis penetrated her completely, rubbing her stetched pussy innards in ways they had never been rubbed before. Much more she couldn't take and finally her orgasm crashed through her body like a tidal wave upon an island nation, causing her to tense and shudder. Below her the barbarian was bellowing "KAYLOK LIKE! KAYLOK LIKE!" as his cock exploded, showering her insides with a million droplets of beautiful white semen. She just barely had the presence of mind not to crush his cock into a thick paste, but couldn't stop herself digging her fingernails into his chest so deep they drew blood. Finally, the Cheerleader with No Panties dragged herself off the exhausted body of the barbarian warrior. Their mixed cum was running down the insides of her thighs and sweat had plastered her hair to the back of her neck. It had, all said, been the best sex she'd had in quite some time. The Cheerleader with No Panties flew the women to the local medical facility one at a time, wrapping them tightly in blackets to protect them from the cold. The barbarian, still sound asleep after their thunderous coupling, she flew out last. The women, who mostly archeology students and their tutors, had all been checked over by the best doctors Italy had to offer. None of their injuries were worse than superficial, and some of them had even raised from their catatonic state as the memory of their mind-blowing orgasms at the hands (and other appendages) of the barbarian began to fade. Most were already scheduled to have counselling when they returned to America. The superhero spoke to their leader just before their plane left. Martha Smidt was an attractive woman in her late thirties whose experience had clearly removed a few lines from her face. "It was terrible," she said. "What that animal did to us... thank you for saving us, Cheerleader with No Panties." The Cheerleader shrugged and smiled. She'd had lots of conversations like this. "I just did what I could." "You saved us." said Dr Smidt. "You are a hero." Three days, two orgies and a particularly intense session with her best friend Diana in the girls' toilets at school later, Linda Carpenter had almost forgotten about the barbarian and his massive cock. Kent and Dick had helped enormously with that; at their orgy on Tuesday night they'd teamed up their ten-inchers to give her some good hard double-penetration. Twenty inches of penetration in total. They'd pulled out and cum over her face, and Diana had licked it all off and given her a big, wet, jismy kiss. And that had been before Rod and Sonia had even got there; they'd formed a triangle of mutual oral gratification and Linda had got to taste Rod's sticky sweet seed once again. She had no idea how Rod could make his cum taste of chocolate, but she certainly wasn't unappreciative. To be truthful, she loved having sex as Linda much more than having sex as the Cheerleader with No Panties. Her superheroic alta-ego could fuck all day and all night, take any cock no matter how big, and cum harder than any normal person could imagine. Her breasts were super-sensitive, big yet buoyant, and could take any punishment without leaving a mark. Her pussy lips could feel the passage of air against them; her clitoris became like a little cock when she was _really_ excited. Yet she couldn't let herself go, give herself completely to the moment; she had to be on her guard lest she hurt a fragile human being. But as Linda, a girl without super-strength or super-speed or super-virility, she could surrender herself completely to the sex act, stop thinking and just DO it. She could let the orgasms wash over her like waves, rejoicing in the abandonment of it all. And her friends were REAL COOL. It was just a pity that her resposibilities kept intruding into Linda's sex life at inconvenient moments. This time she was sucking May's nipple while Steve fucked her when her super-hearing detected the tell-tale screams of pain. Making her excuses quickly (she'd just remembered that she'd forgotten to take her birth control pill), she slipped into a dark alley and began to speak her magic rhyme: "One, Two, Three, Four, We know how they want to score! Five, Six, Seven, Eight, We'll let them glimpse but no mistake, They can't have our pretty tails! Cee Aich Eee Eee Arr Ell Eee Aye Dee Eee Arr Ess!" Sometime, she thought as the power of the Cheerleader flooded through her, she'd find out who had written such a ridiculous chant. Now in her superheroic guise, she soared into the air, tracking the sounds she could hear. She quickly came upon one of the city's main squares, where a crowd of dirty men and women was been broken up by police with riot shields and nightsticks. Alighting beside Chief O'Lada, she asked him what was happening. "Oh Cheerleader, we're so glad you're here. Maybe you can put the sanity back into this situation." "Perhaps," she said in non-commital fashion. "Who are these people? What's happening?" "It's the homeless again." he said. "They're rioting. They want homes and money and a police force that does better at protecting them from crime." The Cheerleader screwed up her face; sometimes the grown-up world seemed _really_ weird. But she could try to help. Levitating a few feet into the air, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Now people, let's all calm down, I'm sure we can discuss this like reasonable adults." The police kept hitting, the crowd kept shouting. "Is that it?" said Chief O'Lada. "Can't you help my policemen to break this up?" The Cheerleader shook her head decisively. "I'm sorry, but this is a political thing, not a crime thing." And with that she flew away, being sure to swoop low over the crowd and give as many people a glimpse of her pussy as possible. Perhaps that might give them something to think about other than hitting each other. The Cheerleader stood on the roof of the Poscarini Corporation office-block that over-looked the square, watching would-be riot. She hated situations like this, where right and wrong were not clearly defined; the homeless people might have legitimate grievances but so might the authorities. And the police were only doing their job, breaking up a dangerous crowd before it could turn into a riot. She was just about to fly off and ask the Coach for advice when a voice behind her shouted "Cheerleader!" She turned to see Dr Smidt, the archeologist from the Alps, running towards her. She looked better, the scratches on her face healing nicely, and was dressed in a nice clean white lab-coat. She was perspiring, having clearly run some distance. "Cheerleader with No Panties, wait! I've gotta talk to you!" The superhero sighed, hoping that Dr Smidt wasn't going to turn into one of those annoying people who followed her everywhere and became obsessed with her after she saved them. "Look," she started, "I was just doing my job. I help people, it's what I do..." But the woman was shaking her head. "No, no, it's not that. It's Kaylok." Seeing the Cheerleader's blank look, Dr Smidt elaborated: "Kaylok, you remember? The barbarian guy we found in a block of ice who attacked us last week?" "Oh yes, I remember." "He's in trouble. We're- They're- The scientists who've got him, they're going to experiment on him. He's a human being, Cheerleader, primitive and uncivilised but still a human being. He doesn't deserve that." "No. He doesn't." "You've got to help, Cheerleader with No Panties. There's nobody else who can do it." Dr Smidt handed her a business card. "He's been held at the Smythe Institute; here's the address. Will you help him? Please?" The Cheerleader thought for a moment. It wasn't really a crime thing, but someone WAS in danger... "Perhaps," she eventually said. Like most large buildings in New York, the Smythe Institute had an extensive air conditioning system large enough for a person to crawl through. The Cheerleader with No Panties could of course have smashed through the from wall, grabbed Kaylok and flown away before anyone could have blinked, but in this case she'd decided that stealth would be a better approach so the air conditioning system it was. With her x-ray vision she had no difficulty in locating Kaylok and crawling through the ducts to him. Crouched behind a ventilation grill, the Cheerleader could see a large laboratory with test tubes, bunsen burners and more advanced scientific equipment almost falling off a number of wide benches. At the other end of the room, locked in a cage, was the barbarian. His left arm was a pincushion of needle marks, his eyes drawn and tired. He was growling and rattling the door of his cage, and as the Cheerleader watched he drew back his head and brought it hard against the bars. A trickle of blood rolled down his forehead. There were two other men in the room, dressed in the familiar white coats of scientists. One was small, almost ratty, his hands thrust deep into his pockets. The other she recognised as Doctor Havvacatta. "We think the cranial capacity is about 10% smaller than ours." said the ratty man, speaking through his nose. Dr Havvacatta nodded. "I wonder in which areas the reduction is most prominent?" The scientific discourse was interrupted by the arrival of Dr Smidt, to a chorus of whoops from the barbarian. She approached Havvacatta with eyes blazing and said: "Dr Havvacatta, I must protest. This is wrong, this man is a human being, he should not be in a cage." Dr Havvacatta looked down his nose at her. "Madam, this is not an archeological matter. Please restrain your advice to your own area of expertese." Dr Smidt was not impressed. "This isn't a scientific matter at all, it's a human rights matter." "He is not a human. He is a monkey." stated Havvacatta. "He is an ape, an animal, the missing link that's going to massively advance our knowledge of evolution." Smidt stared back defiantly. "This isn't over." "Much more unprofessionalism and your employement in this Institute will be over. Goodbye." Smidt stared back, then turned on her heel and stormed out. As they watched her go, the ratty man chuckled. "Stupid woman," he said. "Well, she's involved with him, isn't she. She had intimate relations with the animal in Italy." "I wonder if he releases some kind of pheromone that affected the women." pondered the ratty man. "It would certainly explain a few things." "I guess we'll find out when we disect him." said Dr Havvacatta, as he and the ratty man strolled out of the room for a cup of coffee. Once they were out of sight around the corner, the Cheerleader opened the ventilation grill and crawled out. So they were going to disect Kaylok were they? Not while she was protecting life in New York City! The barbarian saw her entering the room and grunted in surprise. The Cheerleader put her finger to her lips, hoping that he'd understand the gesture, then walked over to his cage. She stroked him on the arm, trying to calm him. "Don't worry boy, don't worry, I'm getting you out of here." she whispered. Then, bending the steel bars with her bare fingers, she tore the cage door off its hinges. The barbarian whooped in delight and started to sniff her excitedly. Muttering "not now", she grabbed him by the ear and hauled him into the ventilation ducts. "Mom!" called Linda as she walked through her front door. "Mom, are you in?" "I'm in the kitchen, sweetheart." called back her mother. She looked up from chopping carrots as her sweet daughter poked her head around the door. "What have you been up to today?" "Oh, this and that." said Linda. "Mom, this is... Kay Lockheed. He's an exchange student. From Switzerland. I'm afraid he doesn't speak much English." Jessica looked at the boy - well, the man really - who had followed her daughter into the kitchen. Big, hairy, heavily muscled, and crammed into a white t-shirt about two sizes two small and a pair of far-too-loud hawaiian shorts, in which she was sure she could detect something large swinging. "He can talk my language any day..." she whispered under her breath. "Pardon?" "Sorry dear. I'm... pleased to meet you Mr Lockheed." She offered her hand, which Kay looked at in confusion before he clasped her wrist and proclaimed "Kaylok like mature pu-" "Sssh!" cut in Linda, putting a stop to the exchange student's broken English. "Mom, Kaylok... heed... was supposed to be staying with Sarah but she's come down with the flu. I've said he can stay with us a few days, is that alright?" "It's fine, Linda, but do you remember that I'm out at my art class tonight? I won't be back until really late. Do you think you can entertain him on your own?" Linda smiled sweetly. "Hey Diana, it's Linda. Look, hows about we all get together tonight? My Mom's out and we've got a Swiss exchange student staying with us, and he's _really_ hungry for some action. About eight-o'clock? Great." "Hey Sarah, hows the tits? Still growing? Listen, we've got an exchange student staying with us, and you will not BELIEVE what he's got in his pants. Come round about eight, you won't regret it." "Kim, my favourite slut. You still fucking your coison? We're having a party tonight at my place, and we've got a really special attraction, if you know what I mean. You comin'? About eight, that's great." "Dick! You won't believe it, but we've found a stud even better-hung than you. Tell your sister to come round to my place about eight, and we'll share him around. What? Oh, yeah, you can come too, but I don't think he's bi. Haha, good one." "Not now, Kaylok!" said Linda, slapping the barbarian's hands away from her crotch yet again. "Save yourself for when my friends get here, because I'm telling you you'll need all your energy for tonight." "Kaylok want teen pussy now!" protested the barbarian, who had shed his clothes at some point and was now wearing only a fifteen-inch erection. "Okay, tell you what, you can suck by tits while we wait for them." Linda relented joyously, pulling her t-shirt off and pushing down one of her bra-cups to reveal the beautiful pale boob beneath. "Kaylok like teeny titties." confirmed the barbarian, as he dived onto her chest and started slobbering on her little nipples. Linda lay back and sighed in happiness; whatever the primitive human's language limitations may be, he knew how to please a woman. Running his tongue around her nipple, rubbing her tit-meat with his stubbly chin in a way that drove her wild. Sucking her teat into his mouth and teasing it with her teeth, blowing cold air onto it then enveloping it in a warm mouth once more. Linda was almost disappointed when the door-bell rang. "Oh my god, it's so wide!" squealed Sammy as she lowered herself onto Kaylok's massive dick. Kim had her arms around her, partly supporting her friend and partly rubbing her clit. Finally, with her pussy-lips forced obscenely wide, she managed to take almost half of the meat inside her. Then she started to bounce, slowly and gently, her lips gripping the thick shaft on each out-thrust as though reluctant to release after the struggle to claim it. Kaylok pumped his hips below her, increasing the pace and bringing on her first orgasm, Sammy squealing into Kim's mouth while Kaylok's thick hands kneaded her tiny tits. "Teen pussy good! Teen pussy good!" grunted Kaylok. To one side, Linda gave her friend Diana a deep kiss and played gently with her pussy-lips. Diana sighed. "I can't believe you actually opened the door with your tits hanging out. You total slut." Linda smiled wickedly. "It was only one tit, the other one was still in my bra." "You couldn't wait for us before you got started, could you?" "What can I say, he's really good." "Too right." smiled Diana, thinking back to the hard shafting she'd received from Kaylok a few minutes before. He'd had her crying out and mewling in complete and utter ecstacy, as she came five times in five minutes before she'd just had to take a breather. She'd thought Dick had been big but he was just medium-sized compared with Kaylok. She looked over at Dick, who was rubbing his dick between Sarah's big tits, and realised that she'd never look at his dick in the same away again. "God yes, god god god!" screamed Sammy from the heights of ecstacy, as her pussy contracted around Kaylok's cock in what now seemed like one big never-ending orgasm. He was fucking her with abandon, Kim holding almost all the weight of her limp spasmodically-tensing form. Finally, Sammy was begging for mercy, pleading for an end to the pleasure. Kim lifted her off Kaylok's end and held her shuddering, shivering body in her arms as her friend descended from her colossal high. "Wow, I think he's getting even bigger the more we fuck him!" said Sarah, her eyes transfixed by the pole protruding from Kaylok's lap. "Who's gonna do him next?" "Well which of us hasn't had any yet?" questioned Linda. Everyone pointed their fingers at her, and Diana and Kim started to chant "Linda! Linda!" She crawled over and gave the shaft of Kaylok's dick a slow lick. Mmmmm, girl-cum, tasty. "So, whatever am I going to do with this thing?" smiled Linda as she stroked the organ in question. "Take him up your ass!" Diana shouted cheekily. The others joined in a chorus of encouragement; "Yes Linda, let him fuck your asshole!" "Let him feel what a real tight hole is like!" "What about it, Kaylok?" said Linda as she rolled onto her stomach and stuck her butt in the air. "Would you like to fuck my bum?" Kaylok grinned unevenly. "Kaylok like teen pussy!" He knelt behind her and lunged for her juicy exposed cunt, only to be held back by Sarah and Diana. "No Kaylok," they said, "not in her pussy, in her asshole." Linda moaned as she felt her friends guide the head of Kaylok's massive wide cock to her anus. He instinctively pushed against her, and she braced herself against her bedhead. Although he was well-lubed with the juices of her friends as well as his own copious pre-cum, it was still a struggle to get him inside. But finally, with a shot of pain she felt his enormous cockhead slip into her rectum. "Ugh!" she moaned. "It feels like it's splitting me in two!" "Teen... asshole... good!" proclaimed Kaylock and with a grunt he pushed against her, driving another inch of his mammoth manhood into her anus. "Argh!" screamed Linda as felt her asshole stretching to its limits and beyond. "More... give me more!" Kaylok was only too happy to oblige, and with an enormous thrust a further two inches vanished inside Linda's tight schoolgirl bottom. "Oww!" she cried as her insides struggled to accomodate this massive invader. She felt Kaylok thrust again and another inch or so squirmed into her guts, bringing tears to her eyes. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and her anus felt like it had been burned. "That's it Linda, take it all up your ass, take it all!" encouraged Sammy. "One more thrust... one more!" screamed Linda, and Kaylok pushed against her again, hammering yet another three inches of his thick throbbing nail into this tightest of holes. "Uuggghhghh!" Linda half-screamed, half-groaned, as around her her friends cheered. "Fuck me Kaylok, fuck me hard now!" Kaylok withdrew four inches from Linda's bum and thrust five back home. He began to thrust his cock in and out of her butt, as below him Linda screamed and squealed. It hurt, a red-hot pain in her bowels, but a pain merging with shafts of pleasure from her pussy. Slowly the inferno of ecstacy spread throughout her body and she felt the hands of her friends on her breasts, her shoulders, her back, her clitoris, her pussy lips. Someone french-kissed her and she had no idea who. "Kaylok like teen asshole!" yelled Kaylok, fucking her tight hole rapidly now. Four inches, four inches out, twice a second. Linda could feel something really big building up inside her, the sensations from all her nerves merging into one big bomb. She'd be hurting in the morning, but it was worth it. The bomb swelled to enormous size, got even bigger, then exploded. Everything tensed, her asshole gripped Kaylok's meat tight enough to stop his thrusting, her clitoris strained for a moment then went numb, her muscles tensed. Everything stopped. Then she was over the top of the roller-coaster and stars burst before her eyes. She could feel Kaylok pumping into her, and from his loud groans knew he was cumming too. She fell face-first onto her bed as the aftershocks raged through her body, her vagina twitching, her nipples rubbing against her bedspread. Kaylok pulled out and she knew her asshole must be gaping wide. She felt someone felching her, sucking Kaylok's tasty semen out of her anus, and guessed it was Diana. And then she passed out. There was another rally the next day, the homeless people waving banners and slogans: "Equal rights for equal people." "We deserve better." "State should give us prostitutes." The Cheerleader with No Panties flew high above them, watching for any sign that things might turn nasty, although she wasn't sure what she should do if they did. She had ached when she had woken up that morning; ached like she'd been ass-fucking a telegraph pole. But after the events of the night before, that was only to be expected and she was sure she couldn't have been the only girl in New York City to be feeling the after-effects. She knew that the orgy hadn't stopped after her anal escapades; she'd been drifting in and out of sleep but had been aware of Sammy and Diana teaming up to give Kaylok a blowjob, then later he had fucked Sarah. Diana, never one to be out-done, had taken Kaylok up her ass too. And, at some point, Dick had come over to her and fucked her gently. After that, she had fallen asleep for real, but the smile on Kaylok's face when she woke up told her that he'd had a long, good night too. And fortunately, she had one advantage that those other poor aching girls didn't; when she chanted her magic rhyme and became a superhero, all of her aches and pains were magically healed. She didn't like to use her superpowers for own benefit in that way, but when she'd seen the rally on the news and decided she should be there, she hadn't been sad that she'd had to make the change. The rally passed off peacefully apart from one scuffle between the police and the protesters. The Cheerleader with No Panties let it happen; she didn't know who to help, she didn't know what to do. And when she didn't know what to do, there was only one person to turn to. The Coach. The deserted warehouse was as deserted as ever. The Cheerleader walked through the doors, trying to make out her mentor amidst all the packing crates. "Coach?" she said, her words steaming in the air before her. "Coach, I need your advice." "Then I'm right here." said the Coach from behind, making her jump. Spinning around, she saw him standing beside the door she had entered through. The same fat, middle-aged man, in the same New York Yankees tracksuit. "How come I didn't see you there?" asked the Cheerleader. The Coach raised an eyebrow enigmatically. "Coach, I don't know what to do. It's these protests by the homeless people. When they turn violent, I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I should stop it all or just stop the protesters or even stop the police. Chief O'Lada has asked me to help the police to stop the protests. And I just don't know what to do for the best." The Coach sighed and nodded. "What do you think about the protesters?" "They may have a point. I don't know, I'm only a schoolgirl." "But do they have the right to use violence to achieve their aims?" "Of course not. This is America, we're a democracy and stuff." The Coach smiled. "Okay, so what about the police? Are their aims justified?" "Well they're supposed to uphold the law, aren't they?" answered the Cheerleader. "But should they use violence on the protestors?" The Cheerleader thought about it. "Not unless the protestors are violent themselves." "So there you have it." stated the Coach. "What?" said the Cheerleader. "But you haven't told me anything I don't know myself!" The Coach chuckled at that. "You are very wise young lady. The answers are all in your heart, provided you know which questions to ask it. Whenever you don't know what to do, you just have to ask your heart. Trust your own judgement and do what feels right." The Cheerleader was silent for a moment and when she spoke she nodded slightly. "I will stop the violence. If the protestors get violent, I will stop them. If the police use unnecessary force, I will stop them. I don't know which side in this struggle is in the right, but I know what they cannot be allowed to do." She smiled and stepped towards the door. "Thanks Coach, whatever would I do without you? See you around!" "Cheerleader." The Coach's stern word stopped her before she reached the door. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this escaped caveman I've been hearing about on the news, would you?" She gulped and shifted her face into a picture of innocence. "No, nothing at all." "So he's not living at your house posing as a Swiss exchange student called 'Kay Lockheed'?" The superhero giggled nervously. "Of course not. I'll keep an eye out for him when I'm flying over the city though if you like." She started towards the door, and with a cheery "Byebye!" flew through it and away into the world. The Coach smiled indulgently. "Silly girl." Jessica Carpenter picked up the books that had fallen over on her daughter's dresser. Linda's sheets were all tangled and twisted; the girl must have had another rough night. Sighing, she straightened the sheet and tucked it in around the sides. Her daughter's troubled sleep worried her; a young girl like Linda should be sleeping like a log, not tossing and turning through the small hours. She started when she saw the shadow in the door, then relaxed when she saw that it was just the exchange student. "Kay, you frightened me, creeping around like that." she said. "Do you want to help me with Linda's bed?" Kay grunted uncomprehendingly, so Jessica motioned smoothing the bedspread and making the bed, then gestured for him to help her. When confusion failed to flee from his face, she sighed and did it herself. Once Linda's bed was neatly made, Jessica smiled at Kay. "Kay, shouldn't you be out with Linda, meeting some of her friends?" Kay struggled for a moment then forced out the answer in his broken english: "Linda say... Kaylok... stay... here." "Linda's a great girl, I just wish she could settle down a bit. And I wish she'd start dating; she's seventeen, she should be having boyfriends by now." "Kaylok... like... Linda." grunted the Swiss student. He really was attractive, thought Jessica, and it was a pity that he'd have to go home in a week or two. She was sure he and Linda would be really good together. Some day, he was going to make some young lady very happy. Jessica started to walk through the door, but Kay was standing in the way. "Can I come past please?" she said, almost hoping he'd just stand aside so she'd have to squeeze herself past him. But Kay didn't move a muscle, staring at her intensely, and finally blurting out: "Kaylok need pussy now!" Jessica was shocked. "Kay, what-" But her words were cut off by Kay's mouth as he grabbed her in a rough, passionate kiss, pulling her to him, crushing her breasts against his muscular, hairy chest. She could smell his sweat and his hair and his manliness, and to her shock found her own vagina responding to the situation. Kaylok broke the kiss to roughly nuzzle her neck, hands tearing at her favourite flowery dress. "Kay," she said, "we shouldn't-" And then his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear and she was totally lost, She felt one of his massive hands running over her ass while the other tore half of her dress open, sending buttons flying into the air and exposing her bra to him. His hand grabbed at her chest, roughly kneading her tit through the material of her bra, almost as though he were trying to rub it into her flesh. She groaned and pressed herself against him, trembling fingers pushing down her bra cup. She gasped as she felt the cold air hit her large nipple - of course, she had opened the window to let some fresh air into her daughter's musky room. She gasped again as Kay's thick fingers started to twiddle that nipple, replaced moments later by his mouth, sucking and nipping at the soft sensitive flesh, skilfully sending shivers of delight through her. Reaching down, she rubbed at the exchange student's crotch through his jeans. She could feel that he was big, that he was hard. Hard for her. The mirror caught her eye, the big full-length mirror on Linda's wardrobe door. In it she could see the window, and through that the house opposite. Nice Mrs Jones' house, with her three cats and her adopted grandson. She could see through Mrs Jones' front window from this angle, glimpse at the fanatically well-dusted nick-knacks and mementoes of Mrs Jones' life. In the mirror, she could also see herself. Her dress hanging half-off, an ageing woman, writhing under the mouth her daughters' muscular, manly exchange student friend. For a moment, for one small moment, she saw that this was wrong and she had to stop it. Then she felt Kay's hand on her cunt and was lost forever. "Oh Kay, I need you!" she groaned, digging her nail's into Kay's crotch in her eagerness. She fumbled blindly with his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his crotch, taking out- Oh God, it was huge. She ran a finger along the underside of his cock, feeling it go on forever before she reached the glans. It was huge, it was hugely wonderful. He was hugely wonderful. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so hot, so wet for a man. Nibbling at his ear, she went back down his cock and gave his balls a little motherly squeeze. "Kay," she murmurd, "Oh God Kay, this is so wrong... but I need you inside me. Inside me now." Kay responded by throwing her back on the bed, reaching under her dress and tearing her panties to shreds with one jerk of his strong hands. He was on top of her now, thrusting his hips forward to place his massive, engorged lower head against her puffy, eager lower lips. Deep breaths, she told herself. Linda came out of down there so this boy's cock should go in- She squeeled as he penetrated her deeply with one enormous thrust. He bent his head to give her a rough, animal kiss which she returned with equal vigour, and then the pumping started. In and out, in and out, her pussy spread wide around his thick manhood, which pumped in and out, the sensations travelling up her pussy lips and to her clitoris, stimulating the sensitive bud in ways only vibrators previously had but better, in and out, in and out. His thickness opening up whole knew areas of her vagina for stimulation, a bit at the top and a bit at the side, here and there nerves previously unknown being hit, rubbed, prodded, stimulated. "Oh yes!" groaned Jessica between deep pants. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close to her, his cock pushing even further into her. She could feel little shocks beginning inside her now, feelings that usually needed twenty minutes of coaxing bubbling to the fore. Her large breasts, one still inside her bra inside her dress, flopped about as she slid back and forth with each thrust. Her toes were straining against the air, her heels pushing against Kay's buttocks. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Silent scream. Explosion of colour. "Oh God." she whispered. Flying through the air. Falling off a cliff. The orgasm brought tears to her eyes and dryness to her mouth. Swallowing deeply, she looked into Kaylok's eyes, his big sensitive distant eyes. Through it all he had thrust into her regardless, in and out, his big cock deeply inside her yet she couldn't feel his balls slapping against her. In and out. Looking at him, she ran her hand over his rough, stubbly face and croaked: "Cum in me, Kay, fill me up, fill Jessica with your wonderful boy-cum. Cum in Jessica!" "KAYLOK LIKE MATURE PUSSY!" he yelled. He gave her two or three particularly brutal thrusts then grunted. She could actually feel it, his cum shooting into her pussy, filling her up. She had never felt that before, and it made her shudder deeply from a strong aftershock. And it kept coming; he kept cumming. He came, and came, and came, with a look of absolute bliss on his face, for what seemed like hours. Finally, Kay collapsed onto her, his muscular body pinning her to her daughter's bed. "That was good." she whispered into his ear, starting to stroke his hair. "Good boy, good boy..." "Hi Mom." said Linda as she breezed through the front door. "Oh, hello dear." said her mother. "Mom, are you alright? You look a bit... flushed." Linda's mother giggled. "I'm in a bit of a rush, I've gotta go see Mrs Rose about something. There's some sausages in the fridge for your dinner. I'll be back late. How was school? You'll have to tell me about it later. Goodbye!" Linda stood aside as her mother rushed through the door. That really was most unlike her, she mused. Her mother was usually so composed, so organised, and she never ever rushed anywhere. Grown-ups were strange sometimes. She climbed to the top of the stairs and found a familiar hairy hunk of man standing in her bedroom door. "Oh, hi Kaylok." she said. "Did you have a good day?" "Kaylok need teen pussy now!" grinned the barbarian. "Oh God Kaylok, oh yes!" screamed Linda, Kaylok's shaft in so deep it felt like it was penetrating her womb. With her legs over Kaylok's shoulders she was totally open to his eager advances, and wanted to take every inch he could advance. She'd eat those sausages her mother had left her later, but for now she had all the sausage she could want and there was only one thing she wanted to eat. Something distracted her. "Did you hear something?" she asked Kaylok, but the barbarian just grunted and kept pumping his hips against her mound. She shrugged and pushed him over, mounting him from above. She started to ride him cowgirl-style, controlling the penetration with the muscles in her legs. She could feel his throbbing bone of pleasure throbbing deep in her pit of delight, sending tiny shocks up and down her vaginal walls, causing her clitoris to tingle. Kaylok's hand roughly grasped her breast and started to knead her nipple against- She could hear something. People. Screaming. In a few more moments, that might be her. But it wasn't that kind of screaming. She stopped moving, sitting still on top of the barbarian, and gave a little inward yell of frustration that passed her lips as a whispered "Duty calls." And then she chanted: "One, Two, Three, Four, We know how they want to score! Five, Six, Seven, Eight, We'll let them glimpse but no mistake, They can't have our pretty tails! Cee Aich Eee Eee Arr Ell Eee Aye Dee Eee Arr Ess!" Kaylok groaned in surprise as he felt Linda's cunt changing shape around his cock, becoming bottomless yet tighter, gripping at him with every inch. A bigger clitoris calling to him like a virgin in the cold, but what was this cloth that was concealing her breasts now? Why was it there, what purpose did it serve, why did it hinder him so? And then it was gone, flown thrown the window, and nothing touched Kaylok's cock except for the fresh night air. The screaming was of the protestors beneath the swing of the riot batons, and from those buried in the crush of humanity as the crowd surged at the police lines. Stones rained down on the cops. One of the homeless people lit a petrol bomb and threw it, sending policemen scattering for cover. It had, the Cheerleader with No Panties observed from a great height, gone too far. She descended vertically, making sure that the wind blew her skirt up and let everyone get an eyeful of her furry beaver and firm young ass. "Stop!" she yelled. "Everyone stop now and look at me!" Surprisingly, most people looked up. She smiled sweetly and slipped a finger between her soft vaginal lips, drawing on her powers to seduce people to helplessness and applying them to the hundreds of people that had packed the park. She had never tried to use her powers on so many people at once, but there was no reason it shouldn't work. "I'm just a little girl, just an innocent little girl." she pouted. "I really really need some help with something. Would you help me?" She eased a second finger into her pussy and pushing her cheerleader's jersey up to play with her nipple with her other hand. "I really need you, I really really need you..." She could see that many of the protestors did have their cocks out or their hands down their skirts, and were starting to masturbate, as she knew they would. They'd masturbate to orgasm and then be too disorientated and exhausted to cause any trouble for half an hour, maybe longer. "Oooh," she said in her best little-girl voice, "my fingers feel really good inside me..." Then the beer-bottle shattered against her and the moment was broken. Most of the crowd had been under her spell, most but not all. One of the free protestors had picked up a beerbottle and flung it through the air; it couldn't harm her but her hold on the people was gone. "You can't do this to us! We have rights!" yelled one of the protestors. The crowd surged at the police line and the police line surged back. Those who had taken their trousers down to masturbate tripped over and were trampled underfoot, but most had just opened their flies and could still move evenly. The Cheerleader almost swore. Her chance was gone; what should she do now? "Trust your own judgement and do what feels right," the Coach had said. She swept into the melee in time to shield a pregnant woman from the swing of a nightstick. She took the weapon off the cop and broke it over her knee, then flew through the air to catch another petrol bomb, which she flung into the atmosphere. A group of homeless people came at the police lines with a park-bench as a battering ram, until the Cheerleader lifted it out of their hands. She mightn't be able to stop the riot, but nobody was going to get hurt. And then a voice shouted "People stop!" It was a deep voice, a commanding voice, a voice that carried better than even the Cheerleader's own. And the people did stop, stopping to look at who had made the noise. A tall, over-muscular, hairy man with a pronounced forehead, standing on a garbage can. "You People!" said Kaylok, addressing the homeless protestors. "You People... No Need Them! You People... Hunt For Yourselves. No Need Given Homes, Make Own Homes! Make Own Lives! Need Only Yourselves!" A youth with half a brick in his hand shouted back: "That's a bunch of crap! We can't do any of that!" Kaylok fixed him with a challenging stare. "Kaylok show you how. Kaylok lead people to good time." The Cheerleader flew up to him. "Kaylok, what are you saying? You can't-" Kaylok silenced her with a strong finger. "Girl, these Kaylok people. Need Kaylok. Kaylok help them." "But-" started the Cheerleader, but the barbarian interrupted her. "Kaylok be back." Morning, and the park looked like a battleground. Broken benches and uprooted plants scattered the scuffed turf. Chief O'Lada strolled through park, picking up the odd bit of litter and tutting to himself. It was going to cost the council quite a bit to repair the damage. He was surprised to find the Cheerleader with No Panties in the park, sitting on a child's swing. He approached her slowly, nervously, but she didn't seem to hear him. She was looked out across the park, taking in the damage. "I think it looks worse than it is." said the Chief. "It does." said the Cheerleader. "The surface of the grass is damaged but the root-structure is intact. In fact, the damage to many of the larger plants is only peripheral. The benches can be easily replaced, and the debris can be picked up within an afternoon. Chief, I'm sorry for the way things turned out, for what I had to do." "No you're not," said the Chief. "You were just doing your job." "You're right." she nodded. "Listen," O'Lada continued, "we've had no reports of any trouble from those homeless people since last night. In fact, we've barely seen any of them. Whatever your friend's doing with them, it's working." The Cheerleader smiled sadly. "Do you think he can pull it off, Chief?" "Do I think he can lead those homeless people to better lives and a sense of self-respect? You know, I think perhaps he can." smiled the aged law-enforcer. He turned to say something else, but the superhero beside him had gone. He looked into the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of her cute little pussy framed by her cute little skirt, and spotted it passing over the Smythe Institute. "It's a great time to be a cop," he sighed. *** NEXT TIME: The Cheerleader meets a kindred spirit and becomes the hunted when she encounters a pair of very special twins. Tune in next time for the Cheerleader with No Panties' exciting encounter with... SIBLING JUICES! *** COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This story remains at all times the exclusive copyright of the author known as Johnny D. You, the reader, are hereby granted permission to keep a private copy of this story, and to make paper copies for your own personal use only; however, my authorship and this warning must NOT be removed from the manuscript. You may show this story to other people individually. You may NOT distribute the story publicly without my permission. This includes (but is not limited to): placing the story on a web site, FTP site, mailserver; posting it to a mailing list or newsgroup; putting it on a CD-ROM. Do any of these without my say so and I will be very angry. 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