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B.A.B.E.S.
Bioenergized Alpha Beta Electrolyte Stimulation
Book Five: Caught in the Web
Copyright 2011 by Jacob M. Drake
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Published on Smashwords by Crescent Suns eBook
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CAUGHT IN THE WEB
PART ONE
It was the most fantastic thing she’d ever gotten into in her entire life. Imagine little Piper Parker, the meekest, most unassuming member of the entire Parker family, of which there were plenty, coming from a huge extended family as she did with three older brothers and one younger one and even having a twin sister, Payne, who was identical to her in every way, other than Piper’s shy, unassuming nature, being accepted into a secretive, covert organization that took young women like herself and transformed them into superheroines.
Piper herself couldn’t believe it when her friend had taken her aside and suggested applying to this organization, saying that she had already joined and was experiencing the greatest life any girl could ever hope to have.
Her friend Celeste hadn’t been able to tell her anymore about this covert organization, but she had said enough to pique Piper’s interest and had given Piper the internet address for this organization along with the code word to identify the fact that Piper had been recommended by a current operative.
“Operative”, she couldn’t believe the word when it had been said to her. It sounded so James Bond 007 type secret agent. And it turned out to be the absolute truth, even more secret agent-ish than James Bond ever thought of being, since each and every girl accepted into B.A.B.E.S. was put through a specialized process which altered her metabolism, affected her very genetic structure so that when she was finished she had new and weird abilities no one else on Earth had and so many only dreamed about.
Look at little Piper Parker now – flying over the rooftops of Chicago. Well, perhaps flying wasn’t exactly what she was doing, since she relied upon her singularly specialized ability that only she among all the other B.A.B.E.S. operatives had. The process gave each of the girls it worked on something different from the standardized abilities all of them shared to one extent or another. Hers was that she was able to excrete long strands of spider-like webbing from various parts of her anatomy, webbing that shot out and stuck to solid objects, like buildings and allowed her to tug on those strands of webbing, pulling herself with ease across the crowded cityscape of Chicago, moving rapidly from one building to the next, soaring across the wide open expanse in imitation of flying so easily that it seemed to her as though she really was flying.
Oh sure, it had taken her awhile to get accustomed to all of her abilities, like her greater strength, much faster speed, her ability to heal so much more easily and rapidly from wounds received of any kind short of actual death, and her increased vision that allowed her to see at least two miles as though whatever she was looking at was right in front of her and up close.
All of it had freaked her out at first. She had thought she was going crazy the first time each of these new abilities revealed themselves in her everyday life. At least by then her everyday life consisted of being a trainee within the B.A.B.E.S. HQ where she met all the other operatives, including her friend Celeste, now known to her simply and forevermore as Spice Babe, a Latin treat for anybody who got in her way and tried tangling with this girl who could control others merely by exuding the proper pheromones. Celeste or Spice Babe had helped her a lot in making the transition and learning to use her new powers.
The worst thing that her abilities had done to her was the first time she’d discovered she could excrete webbing from more than one portion of her anatomy. She had been sitting on the toilet in the communal restroom, inside one of the stalls, doing the most natural thing in the world, taking a shit. And as she squeezed off what she thought was the excrement she had always called, “pinching a loaf”, having gotten that term from one of her older brothers, instead she found that a wad of webbing had shot out of her anus and covered the hole in the seat so that when the feces finally did squeeze out, which was really messy since she had eaten Mexican food that day at lunch, it had splattered all over the webbing just as though someone had played a trick on her and Saran-wrapped the toilet so she couldn’t deliver her “logs” into the bowl.
That had been the most embarrassing moment of her life, but at least Spice Babe had encouraged her, explaining to her that most of the operatives had something embarrassing happen to them when they first experienced their powers.
Now all that was far behind her and she was out on her first solo assignment, tracking down the thieves who had burglarized several jewelry stores in mid-town Chicago. The latest one had been hit only minutes ago and the alarm had been picked up inside of B.A.B.E.S. HQ, which is why she now webbed her way along the cityscape, having started at the jewelry store that now sported a broken window and was looking about the streets below, searching for any signs of the low-life vermin who preyed on those who were honest, decent people, who worked hard for their living.
Ah! Down below. That van that was so quickly speeding along a street in the opposite direction from the jewelry store. That had to be them. At least she hoped so. She knew she needed to check the van out and get a better handle on things before making a rash decision. Her training had taught her that and she didn’t want to screw up this first time out without anyone else along to give her pointers and make corrections in her reasoning. The way the van skidded when it took that corner too fast certainly made it seem like people who were trying to make their getaway.
Not if Spyder Babe could help it.
Dressed solely in the very skimpy two-piece outfit that marked her as the B.A.B.E.S. operative that she was, well, six-piece if you counted the long, mid-thigh boots and the gloves that covered both arms all the way up to midway on her biceps, she made the corner where the van had skidded and started gaining.
Funny how most of the outfits the B.A.B.E.S. operatives wore were so similarly styled, she considered as she drew closer to the van. Maybe someone higher up just wanted more of a uniform while still allowing each operative to have an individual outfit marking her as unique. With the way the outfits were so extremely skimpy, however, what with the “thong” that barely covered any part of the crack of her ass with that little triangle up top where the two cheeks met and the tiny narrow strip that ran down in front of her vaginal lips, both pieces connected with the thinnest of strings, although tough material so it didn’t break while they were out on assignments, and the top she wore being patches of material that barely covered the fronts of her more than ample breasts, also connected with thin strings that connected behind her neck as well as behind her back, it was a wonder they were required to wear anything at all.
She did enjoy the web design that was on each breast so that her nipples were in the very center of each web. Appropriate, since her nipples were covertly exposed, allowing her to excrete webbing from the tiny hole in each of the now super-tough protuberances that had always been in the center of her breasts. It made it so much easier to caress those nipples while she was on down-time and had nothing else to do. She hated being bored.
Oops. The van had suddenly made an unexpectedly sharp turn into a multilevel parking garage and was now speeding up the ramp. Piper, or Spyder, she had to keep reminding herself of what her codename was, hadn’t made the turn and backtracked, using her webbing to pull her up to the next level just above where the van currently sped along. She wanted to get in front of the van, see if she could discern anything else about who was inside before she actually tried confronting these guys.
A police cruiser came barreling past the garage in the opposite direction, heading toward the burglarized store, no doubt.
Now she really had no doubt these were the thieves she wanted. The way this guy was driving and how he had gotten off the street just before the cops came along meant they must be listening in on the police band and heard which unit was taking what route to get to the store. Smart move on their part.
Spyder Babe swung down from the overhead girders supporting the level above where she was, aiming herself right toward where the van would be in another couple of seconds as it came around the curve and on up the ramp. There, she could see straight into the windshield at the various guys inside and...
Holy shit! The guy on the passenger side was leaning out his window and started shooting at her. Spyder quickly got herself out of the way, but continued on over the edge of the garage and upwards. She didn’t know why these guys were continuing to move upward so fast, but if up was where they were going then that was where she wanted to be as well.
The next level up turned out to be the top level. Maybe there would be someone up here they were supposed to meet in order to fence their loot or maybe someone had hired them and that person was waiting up top here to pay them off and get the loot they had snatched for him. Either way Spyder was up here now and she was determined to make good on this arrest, she meant apprehension, of the bad guys. She’d had it drummed into her that they did not arrest. They had no official power or authority to arrest. All they did was apprehend and turn the bad guys along with whatever evidence they had over to the cops and let them handle it from there.
The van was slowing down until the driver spotted her over to one side. Now he stepped on the gas and started picking up speed once more.
Damn. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Where did he think he was going to go? He was almost to the top floor of the garage. There was nowhere to go unless he turned around and headed back the way he’d come.
While considering all of this Spyder had turned her head and noticed an elderly couple just getting out of their car and heading toward the elevator that would take them down to the street. What were these people doing up here this time of night? She thought all old people went to bed early.
She saw how the van was still picking up speed and where the van was heading and realized that if the old folks kept going the way they were the van would intercept their path and run right over them.
Damn! This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Spyder pointed her face and spat a wad of webbing at the van, but it missed as it curved around the bend heading straight toward the old folks.
Now what was she supposed to do? There was nothing around she could use for any kind of deflector to steer the van away from the old folks.
Except herself.
Damn. This was going to hurt, but hopefully it was covered under the parameters of being able to heal afterwards.
Spyder raced over the railing and on up the curve, shooting a web to the lamp pole above her and swinging past the van, landing her right in front of the old couple.
The old man looked like he was about to have a heart attack when she dropped down from above him. The old lady didn’t look too good herself. Hopefully she wasn’t about to save these people only to have them stroke out or die of heart failure all because of her saving them.
Spyder readied herself for the onrushing van. Yup, for some reason this guy had a death wish. He was flying at full speed right toward her, and behind her was nothing but a big fat drop-off where the van would go over the side and crash all the way to the street. Hopefully not with her underneath it.
“Get down on the ground!” she yelled at the old folks behind her, but didn’t have time to check and see if they had listened to her warning. Her hands were up in front of her, arms slightly bent at the elbows, her legs as wide as she could get and still be standing, her feet pressed solidly into the asphalt to give her the best and most solid stance possible.
The van slammed into her and she grabbed hold of the front end, shoved it upwards, over her head and the van kept on accelerating. It went right over her and continued on, flying through the air at a different trajectory now that it had used her as a ramp to get some air under it.
She turned and looked behind her. The old folks were shitting their droopy drawers, but they were still alive.
“Gotta go, folks. Maybe you should go get heart scans at the emergency room.”
With that as her only word of comfort, Spyder leaped over the side of the railing, her webbing shooting out from between her lips and attaching to the back of the van as it arced from its peak and started angling downward, right toward the building that was on the other side of the street. Would it make it all the way to the building or fall short and hit the street?
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This was the life. It couldn’t be getting any better. Born into a poor family, but with a great mind, Octavos Kockopoulos had done well for himself. He’d graduated with honors in his medical school, had gotten his PhD in record time and had managed to get hired on with the best fertility research team in the world.
Life really couldn’t be better.
After enough years of proving himself on everyone else’s projects, the renowned Dr. Kockopoulos, as he was now known among his colleagues, had finally gotten to head up his own projects, which had made enough serious money for the research team and the backers who funded them that they had given him all the leeway he wanted to develop all the projects his creative mind came up with.
That was how he found himself here, inside one of the most prestigious research buildings in the country, certainly the top prestigious research building in all of Chicago, getting ready to test not one, not two, but eight separate drugs all developed by him that should prove effective in not only curing male impotency, but would enlarge the penis beyond expectations in both length and width as well as increase duration of the erection so the male using these drugs would have the sexual stamina to cum at least four times in a row with not more than a few seconds between each erection.
All eight drugs were covered under what he liked to call his L.I.B.I.D.O. cultures, L.I.B.I.D.O. standing for Libido Increasing Biologically Interactive Drug Over-stimulation, with each of the drugs singularly holding a separate designation under the S.E.M.E.N. or Stimulating Existing Male Erogenous Neurons category.
That was better than what the male porn stars currently could get. Many men would be selling their own mothers and children to buy these drugs.
Octavos Kockopoulos laughed out loud as he took each of the sample drugs and set them up inside of a circular rack that would put them through one last test before actually trying them out on live test subjects.
With the drug samples set up he was ready. Dr. Kockopoulos set the rack to spinning and stood watching in glee. Inside each one of these tubes was enough drug to give erections to a hundred men. And these were only the test samples.
Some of his colleagues had inquired as to why he had come up with eight separate formulas for drugs. Why not only one drug that did it all, instead of eight that each had marginally different effects from the others?
Marketing was the reason why. Nothing but plain, pure marketing. That was what paid their salaries and that was what was going to make Dr. Kockopoulos the filthiest rich doctor in all the world. He had sunk everything he had into stock in the company backing his research and once his eight drugs hit the market that stock would rocket upward and never come down.
Once more he laughed – just as the skylight directly above came crashing down with a large van on the other side of it, falling right at him.
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CAUGHT IN THE WEB
PART TWO
Spyder couldn’t believe it, but the van she was attached to by way of her special webbing had gotten enough of an arc to make the jump from the parking garage all the way over to this building across the street. How she had no idea, but it had made it.
Only as it hit the roof of the building it went crashing down through a skylight that happened to be placed exactly where the van landed. What were the odds in that?
Spyder found herself hoping there wasn’t anyone in this portion of the building, and since it was some type of office building, not an apartment or condo complex, there was a really good chance that this late at night no one would be in here.
But that’s what she’d thought about that old couple on the top floor of the parking garage, too. The odds just weren’t piling up in her favor so far.
The van crashed through into a large room and then imbedded itself into the floor of this room just enough that the front doors of the van were stuck closed. No way was anyone going to open those doors and start shooting at her, so Spyder knew she was safe for the moment. She stepped down from where she’d hitched a ride on the back of the van and shook her head with relief even as she took a deep breath of fresh air.
What was that smell? That wasn’t fresh air. Smelled like some type of chemical and she could lightly taste the acridness of it on her tongue. Whatever it was it wasn’t something made to please her taste buds or sense of smell, that’s for sure.
Suddenly the doors in the back of the van swung outward, one of them catching Spyder in the head, knocking her backwards, and the thieves began spilling out, cases in their hands which most likely contained the loot from the jewelry store.
Each one of these thugs had automatic weapons as well.
Not a sign of their wanting to surrender.
“Damn! That guy’s still with us!” one of the thugs yelled out, almost falling over Spyder as she tried to get back a ways and get some room so she could start beating the shit out of these thugs.
Guy? What the hell was wrong with this thug’s eyes? With the knockers she had grown after being subjected to the process that enabled her to have the awesome abilities she now had, there was no fucking way anyone should be calling her a “guy”. And if the boobs hadn’t clued him in, at least the fact that she was hardly wearing any clothes at all and was nearly naked, showing all the rest of her feminine wiles, should say something about her gender.
It was time to show this moron and all his buddies just how much of a “guy” she really was.
“You need an eye exam,” she mouthed off to the thug in front of her just as she flipped her head toward him, tilting her head upward with a snap as she pursed her lips and spat the way she’d practiced. A wide stretch of webbing came zipping out from a small ejection port that had opened naturally in the back of her throat. She had identical ports just like this one situated inside of her anus and vagina as well as both nipples. The natural openings of her body released the webbing she shot out of each one like they had hydraulic tubes attached inside in order to make the ejecting web jet-propelled.
The webbing splattered across the thug’s face, blinding him. As he reached up to grab at the webbing and pull it from his face, which with as sticky as it was he would not be able to do until it naturally lost its adhesive qualities, about three hours from now, she webbed his hands together so he couldn’t use them and attached them to his head. He was stuck like that for the next few hours and wasn’t going anywhere but jail.
She went after his buddies and caught them heading out the door that led from this room to the hallway.
Spyder burst through the doorway and leapt up, her feet attaching themselves to the wall opposite the door. She snapped both her breasts at the closest thug who was heading away from her and caught hold of his shoulders and back with twin shots of webbing. She reached forward with her hands - grabbed hold of the outwardly-spreading webbing and jerked hard on it. With her greater strength and the way she was effectively bolted to the wall, she was anchored so that the thug couldn’t resist her pulling back on him.
He flipped backwards and hit the floor of the hallway, knocking the wind out of him.
Spyder quickly attached him to the carpet with webbing attached to the walls on either side of him for good measure.
She then went after the other two thugs and caught up with them just as they reached the elevator.
Ah, shit! They saw her as they entered the elevator car and opened up with their weapons. Spraying lethal rounds of lead all throughout the hallway.
Spyder crouched down, making herself as small as she could and at the same time using the ejection ports from her breasts to form a shield of webbing in front of her that was bulletproof. Unfortunately the webbing was also pliable, so it stretched way back, the slugs striking it making long and lethal indentations that if they struck her at this velocity even through the webbing they could harm her.
The firing stopped which meant either the thugs had run out of ammo or the elevator door had closed.
Spyder looked up. Shit. Time to find another route down.
She headed back into the room where she’d entered this building, figuring that room was already a mess and she could just head up through the hole in the ceiling and head down to the street where she could...
What was that? She spun around as she was leaping for the opening in the roof, a loud moaning sound catching her attention.
She paused and waited until she heard it again and leapt in the direction the moaning had come from, which was beneath the van that was imbedded in the floor.
She couldn’t see anything from this angle which meant she’d have to lift the van up. She was strong, but she’d never had to lift a van before. Still, if there was someone stuck under this van, and all indication said there was, it was her responsibility to get whoever it was out of there before he died of injuries received while she was fighting these jewelry thieves.
Not a good trade-off for her first solo assignment.
She stooped down, bending her knees as she grabbed hold of the front of the van from the front bumper. With all her strength she pulled upward, her shoulders creaking along with the timbers in this building. Something inside her body felt like it was tearing. A lot of somethings felt that way. Not a good sign. At least she knew she’d heal, whereas the guy stuck under this piece of shit wouldn’t if she didn’t get him out from under it.
Finally she exerted enough pressure upwards that the van pulled loose. She could feel it slowly moving upward, the tires coming up above the floor level. She continued lifting and soon she was able to see there actually was a man stuck down inside the building material that comprised the floor of his level and the ceiling of the next level below. The man looked crushed and most likely his lower half was sticking out through the ceiling of the room beneath this one.
Spyder kept on lifting and finally got the van all the way out of the debris holding it in place. She set it carefully to one side, not wanting to drop it hard and have the extra weight along with the sudden pressure cave in this floor and sending that poor slob down into the next room with all the debris on top of him.
She reached for the man trapped between floors, crushed under the weight of the van and slowly pulled him up where she could lay him out on a relatively clean space of the flooring.
He didn’t have any blood displayed anywhere, but the way he was moaning and groaning there had to be something seriously wrong with him. He needed emergency medical attention, but she needed to get after those thugs.
Ah hell. As long as it had taken to free this guy those two thugs were long gone, along with the portion of the loot each of them had taken with them. She may as well concentrate her energies on getting this man to a hospital now.
In for a penny, in for a pound, she’d always heard.
Spyder lifted the injured man as carefully as she could, draped him over her left shoulder and headed for the elevator. She had enough strength to swing up out of here to the roof and across to the nearest hospital even with him on her shoulder, but she didn’t know how the jumping about in the air might affect any internal damage he might have. The elevator was the best bet.
Just as she got there a couple of cops stepped off the elevator, their guns drawn and their eyes wary, wondering just who the fuck she was and why was she carrying that man?
“Glad you boys showed when you did,” she began lowering the injured man to the floor in front of her. “There’s one jewelry thief in the hallway back behind me a ways all bound up and waiting for you guys and another...”
“Put your hands in the air where we can see them!” the order was so loud and clear there was no mistaking who it was being spoken to.