WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.
If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now.
There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.
Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities.
On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers.
As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power.
Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.
These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.
They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.
The rules are simple
If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.
If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.
Verity - The Mind Maiden and Dynamo - Lightning girl.
The storm roared across the City like an elemental bully, the wind howled against her window eliciting a mournful eerie sound like lost souls crying out for rescue from hell.
That didn't frighten her; in fact she found the sounds comforting.
The wind lashed the accompanying rain against the leaded glass, its sound reminiscent of the scrabbling of ghostly little fingers trying to enter the sanctuary of her room.
She hardly heard them, as they were no threat to her, safe in her suite of rooms in the Mayoral Mansion on the outskirts of the City.
Then it came, she screamed in terror as the sky lit up with a stroboscopic explosion of blinding light that dazzled her perfect blue eyes.
The Lightning crackled across the sky, like the burning lances of fighting Gods.
The sheer power in these discharges was mind shattering, and the concussion of the following thunder made her hold her ears.
Her eyes were already tightly shut to avoid the dazzling brightness of nature's most deadly weapon.
She was twenty years old and still terrified of Lightning.
Alexandra Armstrong was never alone, and yet she was the loneliest young woman in the City.
She was a beautiful young socialite, a tall slim Blonde with long shining hair, blue eyes and eye-catching breasts.
Her father was Chester Armstrong, Mayor of the City, and one of the richest and most powerful men around.
The Gods had given her everything a young girl could possibly want.
Then they went and spoilt it by giving her an extra gift, Telepathy.
Alex, as she liked to be called was a Super human.
Her gift had manifested itself at puberty, as did all Super humans.
She wasn't an Empath; she wasn't someone who could subconsciously read body language.
Alex was a full blown, fantastically powerful, Telepath.
She could read minds as easily as one could read a book.
Not just surface thoughts, but all the way down to the id if she chose.
What a fantastic advantage, to be able to know without doubt what the person you were talking too really thought about you.
Alex couldn't think of a worse curse than her power.
Fortunately with her power came the ability to shield her thoughts. Without this she would have gone insane from the constant yammer of other peoples thoughts.
When she had first realised what was happening, she had out of sheer feminine curiosity read her fathers mind as he dozed off in his favourite chair by the fire.
Chester Armstrong was Mayor of the City, and he was very rich and powerful.
Her immature and uncontrolled mind scan; had discovered that her father had got to the position he was now in by some very shadowy and sometimes cold blooded actions.
Not only did she discover his political wheeling and dealings, but she also could see quite clearly how she had been conceived.
His whole sexual life was laid out for her to see.
He had come up from a middle class background, and by sheer determination and hard work had manoeuvred into a position where he could woo the daughter of the City's richest man.
This impressionable young girl, now her mother, had been swept of her feet and swiftly impregnated by this dashing young entrepreneur.
Chester was single minded in his quest for power, and regarded his marriage to her mother, as just another step on that ladder.
Alex was crushed to learn that she had just been a tool to bind him to the money of her mother.
His sexual life was rich and varied, once he had impregnated his wife he then preferred expensive discreet courtesans to relive his sexual desires. These ran along female domination scenarios and involved whips and chains.
He paid to do things to his whores that he couldn't do to his well brought up young wife.
Alex was shattered by this revelation of her fathers mind.
She had taken to her bed for two days as her mind tried to reconcile the outwardly loving father with the real man underneath.
She managed to save her sanity by creating in her mind a series of steel cells.
Each cell had a name on the door and she placed what she had discovered about her father in the cell marked Chester Armstrong, and locked the door.
Her favourite Comic book Superhero was Cyclops of the X-men.
His power was a beam of destructive power that blasted from his eyes.
To save from blasting everyone he looked at, he had a protective visor over his eyes that had to lift in order to release his power blast.
She spent her time in bed constructing a similar mental visor for her mind.
By sheer willpower, she fixed it as a permanent shield between her and the world of humans.
By the time she rose from her bed she could only read minds if she consciously raised her mental visor and looked into the eyes of her target.
In this way she had protected her mind from madness, and she now had the choice of whom she scanned in future.
Strangely enough this apparent curtailing of her mental powers had an unexpected side effect.
Before she had created her mental visor she had been like an omni- directional radio receiver.
She had been capable of receiving signals from 360 degrees around her.
Now she had restricted herself to line of sight, her powers had increased dramatically.
She found that if she could see the eyes of her target, no matter how far away, she could read their minds easily.
She could also send her thoughts to them if she so desired.
Alex was a basically a good person and believed that Super humans were given their powers for some reason.
Most of the Super Heroes and Heroines claimed to fight for Truth, Justice and the American way.
Alex wasn't a fighter; she had led too sheltered a life to need to learn how to fight like Amazon or Tank.
These two Super humans were regarded as the physically strongest of them all.
Between them and the other Super humans, Justice and the American way were pretty much covered.
However Alex decided that she could contribute to this quest for the three root values, by becoming the Champion of Truth.
Like all young people she had always envied the Super humans and wanted in her secret heart to become a Super heroine.
Now was her chance and she was going to grab it with both hands.
She would need a costume and a name.
As Truth was pure she decided to wear a pure white cat suit, and to protect her identity she wore a white version of Cyclops's headgear and Visor.
As she couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag, she needed a weapon of sorts.
As money was no object she purchased a set of shock gauntlets.
These were basically white gloves with Tazers built into the fingers.
They could deliver an incapacitating shock when triggered.
White gauntlets and thigh length boots with a useful belt, finished of her ensemble.
However when she twirled around to see the effect from behind, she was concerned that her pert little ass was on show.
The skin-tight material clung to her buttocks in a frankly erotic way.
To hell with it she thought, and added a knee length white cape as well.
All that was needed now was a symbol of truth, well it was said that Truth was a double-edged sword.
Her symbol would be a golden sword embroidered on her proud chest, and also on the back of her cape.
As for her Super heroine name, it could only be Verity, from the Latin Veritas for Truth.
The time came when she was ready to begin her quest.
She stood in front of her full-length mirror and admired herself.
She looked a bit like a Crusader, a female version of a Knight Templar.
She was obviously a female; no warrior knight of old has such magnificent breasts as she did.
They thrust out proudly for all to admire, and the small golden sword on her right breast was very striking.
Before she dared contact the FBI or any Government organisation she felt that she would need the protection of the Federation of Super humans.
This was a loose organisation that existed just to help both the new, and experienced Super humans.
They had a phone number and a meeting place; any newbies could go along to their Headquarters and enrol after they had demonstrated their power.
Alex knew her power would be very useful to the Government.
However as a child of Conspiracy Theories, she was a bit concerned in case she would be spirited away to some laboratory for tests to see how she worked.
When she first presented herself to the FBI she wanted some sort of protection.
She was beginning to realise just how hard it was going to be to keep her identity secret.
She was going to use her car to drive there, this meant that she couldn't be dressed in her costume.
Her car regisration number would give away her identity.
She therefore drove to the meeting place without wearing her mask and cloak.
