Yet more naked nightmares

There was nothing for it. If she didn't act now, Doctor Molesto's army of robots was going to take over the whole city! She could see them out the front door of the library, rampaging through the streets, tearing down lamp-posts and grabbing up women in their coiling metal arms. Their electronic eyes bulged as they bombarded the town with diabolical X-rays, disintegrating all non-organic material. Somebody had to stop them.

Amy Chase, mild-mannered librarian, closed her eyes and whispered the magic words that alien wizard had taught her, so many years ago. Or possibly yesterday. She couldn't quite remember, for some reason.

"By the seven sibilant souls of Saturn, spank me now!"

There was a blinding flash of light. When the smoke cleared, Amy Chase was good. What stood in her place was Lady Freedom, patriotic superheroine, who bore no more than a striking and nearly-exact resemblance to Amy Chase. Tall, blonde, voluptuous, every inch the champion of justice.

Of course, it couldn't be Amy Chase. For one thing, Amy Chase wore glasses. For another, Amy Chase wore clothes, whereas what Lady Freedom wore was a star-spangled superhero costume, an item which did not feel obliged to bear any more than the most superficial resemblance to clothing.

As a matter of fact, what it bore the closest resemblance to was an extremely small microbikini. The red-and-gold top barely covered Lady Freedom's ample breasts, which seemed just a bit bigger than those of Amy Chase. The blue-and-white star-spangled bottoms exposed almost all of Lady Freedom's plump buttocks, as well as enough of her thighs to make it eminently clear that she was clean-shaved down below. The red-and-white-striped stockings came all the way up to the top of her long legs, where they attached to a plain white garterbelt, but that didn't mean they covered everything.

Inwardly, Lady Freedom groaned. She hated having to fight crime every single day in nothing but an incredibly small, revealing, patriotic bikini, while the whole city stood by and watched. But that was the price you had to pay for being a superhero.

She stepped out into the street, ready to do battle with the robots, as she did every single day. This time she got almost twenty minutes into the fight scene before a clever robot whipped off her bikini bottoms and made her chase it down the street with her hands between her legs, begging for them back.