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Tara Westmore received an odd package. It was no bigger than a shoe box but wrapped in plain brown paper. It had been left on her doorstep. On the wrapping the message, "From an admirer to a Super Star". Tara's beautiful face wrinkled in a concerned frown. Was this from a real admirer or was this something more?
Tara lived in Beverly Hills and was well on her way to becoming a movie star. The first two movies, in which she had landed major roles had done very well both financially and critically. Because of these successes she just signed three more contracts to shoot major motion pictures. But Miss Tara Westmore had a secret. She secretly fought crime as the superheroine, Super Star.
Since the age of 6 her father, an eccentric biochemist had insisted that certain noble gases, when mildly electrically charged would enhance muscle tactile strength without enlargement. He had experimented on mice for years and finally began to see results when one of his mice tore the door off it's cage as it scratched in request of food. He began to experiment on himself without any results. He came to conclusion that the process could only work on a growing body so he turned to his young daughter, Tara. The results were astounding. By the age of 12, Tara could lift a 300 pound weight with one hand. She never got sick and when she broke her arm falling out of a tree she had climbed, the cast could be removed in two days because the break had healed perfectly.
In order to continue the treatments Tara's father had to borrow money from a notorious loan shark. The treatments continued for another 4 years. By the time Tara was 16 she could lift 4000 pounds with relative ease. Her perfect skin, while feeling soft and supple was highly resistant to punctures or cuts. She was a teenage beauty as well. In school she was a decent student, very popular and discovered that she loved theater, acting. The loan shark by this time had discovered the miraculous process the Dr. Westmore had developed. The crook demanded the research notebooks in lieu of the money he was owed. When the doctor tried to escape with Tara, the villain blew their car up as they tried to speed away. Tara was unconscious for 3 days and when she woke up in the hospital, to the surprise of her doctors, she learned that her father had died in the blast, his research burnt to a cinder.
Tara went to live with her grandmother in New York City and buried her grief in school and acting.
At the age of 20, Tara was on the way to a rehearsal in an off-Broadway show she had been cast in, Tara was confronted by two masked men carrying pistols. In seconds the men were out cold with broken jaws and Tara seized upon an idea of being a powerful vigilante. She would work in secret and be a bane to all criminals. She would be - Super Star. She immediately went after the killers of her father, including the loan shark. She delivered them, very much the worse for wear to the police along with a huge pile of incriminating evidence all unconscious, stuffed in a police squad car. She began making a dent in street crime in the Big Apple with dozens of apprehensions of known criminals and secret drop offs to the police.
A year later, Tara moved to LA when she was cast in her first movie. Her father left her fairly well off and with her salary from the movie she moved into a spacious home in Beverly Hills. She had broken up an odd gang one night that was stealing technology that frankly, she did not understand. She also rescued a group of beautiful LA models and incredibly another superheroine that were chloroformed in a truck that had just left a huge derelict set of buildings near the beach, an old abandoned cannery. She would check that place out later. She knew the name Super Star was getting around to the criminal element in the area. At the same time two names kept popping up: Dr. Desire and Lisette. Her research came up with nothing but the name of one of the world's edgiest, most luxurious bar/clubs in the world, The Humbled Heroine, she would have to check that place out too.
Now this package arrives with her nom de guerre on it. Carrying it to her private gym where she was about to workout, Tara placed the package on a small table and then went to her secret change room and put on her Super Star battlewear, a tight blue half top and matching booty shorts. Looking at herself in the mirror Super Star approved of the 36DD 25 36 vision of sexy, powerful, hotness that reflected back.
When she came back to the gym she was surprised that the package had disappeared, but that a cute, 8 inch stuffed bunny with a plaid ribbon tie was sitting on the mat in the center of the floor.
Walking up to the small toy suspiciously Super Star asked,"Where in the world did you come from?" Not expecting a reply Super Star was shock when the fuzzy toy replied in a high pitched, extremely cute male voice , "Didn't you read the note?"
Eyes wide in disbelief, Super Star whispered, "Who are you? What are you?"
"Questions, questions!!" the piping irritated rabbit replied as it stood up on two feet. " I am Thunder Thumper and you are coming with me. You're a nice girl and I don't want to have to rough you up"
"Is this some sort of joke!?" Super Star laughed. Looking around the room she yelled, "Show yourself asshole! What is this some sort of speaker toy? Where is the wire? What do you want?"
"Look Super Star, Simon Desire wants to see you. Just pick me up and we can get going", the little bunny chirped.
"The hell, I'll pick you up!" snarled Super Star looking around the gym. "Where are you hiding!? Whoever you are, you are really starting to piss me off! Come out or I will kick your ass when I find you!"
"I guess we have to do this the hard way." sighed Thunder Thumper. With a leap the small rabbit was airborne.
CRACKK! CRACKK!! CRACKKK!!! CRRAAAKK!!! like machine gun fire the small stuffed animal scissor kicked Super Star his tiny feet slamming into the buxom superheroine's jaw, cheek and just under her ear like she had been hit four times with a railroad crowbar. The super beauty's head snapped the the right and to the left leaving her groggy, staggered, stunned, seeing stars, but still standing. (To be continued. . . .)
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