Global Protectors: The Seduction of Shamrock

By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com

Lessee… The Global Protectors and the Wraith Lord are copyright Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone), other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus. Most of the background is my own, if something does not fit the good doctor’s vision or the established world of Megapolis then just assume it happened on Earth 2 ½ J

Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions.

Part 4: Expand Your Horizons

On 7am that Sunday morning a few heads turned as the handsome man and filthy redhead emerged from the penthouse elevator. But the people in lobby quickly looked the other way, forgetting in fact that they had ever seen anything. Antonio had put on a pair of tight black pinstriped trousers and a white turtleneck. His hair was as neat as always and his mustache neatly trimmed. He had a spring in his step and whistled a little tune.

Shannon wore her gold and green thigh high boots, Antonio’s black raincoat, and nothing else. Her gloves were somewhere in the room, Antonio had torn them off when he taught her how to give a proper hand job. Her costume had been shredded by Antonio’s whips. Her mask had been tossed to some kid who had whistled while she sucked Antonio’s cock. Her hair was a mess, matted with sweat, sewage, semen, and who knows what else. Her face was weary, dark circles under her puffy eyes. She walked slowly, moving her legs hurt.

"can’t i stay" she whined again walking towards the taxi stand.

He smiled tenderly, she needed him so much. Good. Sending her away for a few hours would hurt more than the whips or beatings. Almost.

"No my dear, I’m afraid I have some work to do this morning. And don’t you have a Global Protector’s meeting tonight at 8? Go home, rest, get ready for your meeting. Let me tell you what, I’ll come by your apartment at 5 and then we can go together to meet your friends. I would really like to see them and I’m sure you want to introduce me."

"i guess, but… i have to ask you something…"

Interesting, was she fighting his control? She’d been quiet ever since he’d ordered her to leave, finally begging that he walk her down. Was there some shred of dignity and will power left within her? Best to squash it now. He sighed and gestured for her to continue.

"tony"

Tony? Tony? She was fighting the spell somehow, twisting it. Tony? What the fuck happened to Master?

"tony, you, we, we are going to get married right? it doesn’t have to be right away, i know you need time, but we are, aren’t we?"

Antonio was stunned. What the hell? That? That’s what she needed to hear? Now? Even here, even here, females are the same.

He closed his eyes and slowly counted backwards from ten in his own dark language.

"tony? tony? i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please forget it, please oh tony what are you saying?"

He opened his eyes and, finally composed, he smiled, the winning smile that had melted women’s hearts for centuries. Then he said what he knew he had to.

"My dear, sweet, Shannon of course we will! How could we not? We’ll have the biggest wedding in all of …" he tried to remember where he was supposed to be from "Italy! And we’ll have two big houses one in Ireland, one in Tuscany and more children than you can count!"

"adopted children too? little orphans from africa? and a dog?"

"All the orphans and dogs you want" he replied through gritted teeth.

Shamrock’s face lit up and her puffy eyes did their best to sparkle! "I knew it! I knew it! Oh I’m so happy!" she embraced him jumping up and down (ignoring how the flying raincoat exposed her ass). Some of the people in the lobby turned and stared but looked right back after a glare from Antonio. "I’m going to start planning it today, all the Global girls will be bridesmaids of course, I’ll call my parents and my brothers and my sisters and Father Shamus so we can have it at my church in County Cork…"

Antonio flinched at that word but covered it saying "Now, now my dear, don’t be hasty… if you tell people…" he thought fast "they’ll want to see your ring. And I have a special one just for you but it isn’t ready yet. It’s a custom order. So I think you should FORGET about this wedding business until I give you your engagement ring." Around the time hell freezes over.

"Oh. OK honey. You’re right."

"Now go home and I’ll see you at five" he said putting her in a cab.

He almost lost control walking back across the lobby and bit his lip to keep from laughing. "That was it?" he chuckled, "all she needed to hear was the oldest lie in the human race. ‘I will love you till the end of time’ a house, kids, pets, grow old together. How trite, how clichéd, I would never have thought of it."

***

7:30 am found Maple Leaf doing her morning aerobics workout (sure the Boyd Treatment was SUPPOSED to keep them in shape but there was no sense in being lazy! Strong body, strong mind, strong heroine!). The sound on her TV was off so she could hear the conference call on her headset. Not that it mattered; she’d memorized the routine and could keep the beat in her head.

"Why yes Tanaka-sama" she told her richest and most generous Asian donor "I am sure that Rising Sun would be more than happy to appear that the Tokyo Plastics and Petroleum By-Products Trade Show next week. She has often said how much she admires Nippon Plastics and wishes she could work more with your company."

(Left and left and right and kick, and right and right and left and kick she counted off the beats flexing her shapely legs and shaking her narrow hips.)

The call waiting on her headset buzzed again, this was the fourth time, why didn’t they realize I’m busy and just leave a goddamn message. I’m talking to fucking Japan here!

"No, no, thank you Mr. Tanaka, domo arigto, I look forward to speaking to you again next week. Goodbye."

Jillian was finishing her workout when the headset rang yet again. "Hello this is Maple Leaf, how can I help you? Pardon? Oh Lieutenant Sharpe, were you trying to reach me earlier? I was on the phone with Tokyo. So how is the Paranormal Crimes Unit? What? At the Museum? Rising Sun? Just her, no one else? Are you sure? She was doing what? Oh no, that’s terrible. You’ll make the usual arrangements? Good. I’ll be right there."

Angry she hung up and reached for her costume. The news had horrified her. Somehow Rising Sun had been attacked at the museum and was now comatose. Shamrock was nowhere to be found. Flying into the city one thought consumed the Global Protector’s leader, ‘Rising Sun has to be OK, she had to, if she wasn’t, who would she send to the Tokyo Trade show?’

***

Across the country, in an abandoned bunker somewhere in the Utah Desert Aussie Girl looked at her captor defiantly. At least as defiantly as she could hanging upside down, naked, bound, with dildos vibrating in two of her holes. The two villains had ambushed her with chloroform and the young Australian heroine had awoken to find herself defiled by their cruel machines and vulnerable to their sadistic whims. It was her own fault really tracking them alone to that ghost town, but that’s the way she is, spunky, impulsive, hotheaded.

And defiant of course.

"It will never work Madam Manacle. Even now the rest of my team is clo-oh-oh"

Madam Manacle and her husband Master Menace waited patiently for Aussie Girl’s orgasm to pass. Like all good villains they never interrupted a defiant speech.

"Sorry, like I was saying, the rest of my team is closing in on your little hideout and they’ll come down on you two like- um…"

"A homecoming queen on prom night?" Manacle offered

"A dyke on Ultrawoman?" Menace threw in.

"like a dingo on a wombat!" Aussie Girl finished hoping the two villains would not realize her analogy made no sense.

"Oh if you’re thinking of your little Global Protectors panic button I’m afraid my husband already found the transmitter in your glove. As far as the Global Promiscuators are concerned you’re on a non-stop flight from Salt Lake City to Nome Alaska."

"Oh. Um, no, that wasn’t what I was thinking of at all. No they have a, a super secret way to find me! Something so clever you’ll never figure it out!"

"I’m sure they do dear, I’m sure they do. Now Menace dear, get out the whips why don’t you."

***

Shamrock struggled to stay awake during the cab ride home. The cabbie had to tell her twice before she realized they’d arrived. She started to get out when he barked "hey lady, dat’s $6.50 you owe me, plus tip."

Shamrock quickly checked the pockets in Tony’s raincoat but they were empty.

"i’m sorry" she said quietly, "i don’t have any money" she felt crushed. How could she have been so dumb, now because she was stupid this nice man couldn’t get paid.

"No bank card, no credit card, no nuttin? You telling me you were at the Plaza and you ain’t got no money?"

"I’m really, sorry, really I am, I have some in my apartment if you wait I can go get …" she realized she didn’t have her keys either and was in no shape to fly up to the balcony. "or, um, maybe can I get your address, I can mail you some money?"

"Sorry babe, this is cash on delivery." He locked the doors and started driving on. "We’re just gonna drive around until you ‘remember’ that you have some money. Or maybe we can just go to the cops and talk about ripping off honest hacks."

Shamrock felt lower than she ever had… she was such a terrible person. If only there was something she could do… she started unbuttoning the raincoat exposing her shapely breasts and taunt stomach. "Maybe we could do something else? Um, maybe I can give you a blowjob if you’d like?"

The yellow cab left skid marks as he turned into an alley.

***

Maple Leaf landed at the Museum nodding to the officers she knew from the Paranormal Crimes Unit. In the Grand Rotunda several officers were standing around a nude statue, anatomically correct except that someone had snapped off the marble penis. The cops seemed very impressed by this and kept talking about it in hushed whispers. Lieutenant Sharpe walked up to her.

"It’s OK, we’ve told the curator not to talk to the press and we’ve got all the copies of the security tapes. My men will keep quiet of course."

"Thank you lieutenant, I know I can count on your discretion. If the people of this city ever found out that their heroines had been abused like this they’d lose all faith in us."

"We’re always glad to do our civic duty ma’am, especially after all you’ve done for the force."

Maple Leaf’s stomach turned when she remembered the PCU’s Christmas party last year where, to thank them for their ‘discretion’ she had done a little striptease in front of 100 horny cops. The things she did to keep the GP on top…

"We’re telling the press that Caligula overcame the guards and looted the Roman exhibit. So far no one has mentioned Rising Sun or the Global Protectors."

"Right. Now show me what happened."

***

The two S&M freaks took turns whipping Aussie Girl with a variety of cruel implements. Her powers protected her most of the time but it still hurt a lot. And soon she’d be too tired to protect herself from a spitball. The dildos weren’t helping much either, she found herself cumming every few minutes. Who made them? They were much better than the one’s the pair had used last time.

Then suddenly the steel-reinforced concrete wall was smashed in and there was Valkyrie! The Nordic heroine moved quickly, disarming Master Menace, wrapping the whip around him and finishing with a high kick to his jaw. Madam Manacle tried to flee but Valkyrie grabbed the chain at her belt and soon had the mistress of bondage wrapped up in her own restraints.

FBI agents moved securing the room, snapping pictures for evidence and finally helping the abused Australian down.

"Good work Aussie Girl" Valkyrie said wrapping her in a blanket. "I got your transmission and flew to the ghost town but by the time I arrived you were gone. Luckily I found your tracks and noticed the clue you left me, moving that patch of moss from the north side of the tree to the west. Then I realized that your message ‘Help, help Master Menace is-‘ was another clue. You didn’t mean ‘is’ you meant ‘I.S.’ as in interstate highway. I followed IS 294 west until I saw this bunker. Although it was supposed to be abandoned, I noticed the hinges had been freshly oiled. Then I called the American FBI and we rescued you."

Aussie Girl had no fucking clue what the Global Protector’s resident genius was talking about. She sort of remembered kicking a tree when she stumbled into unconsciousness. And she had shouted something into her communicator when MM attacked but she didn’t remember anything about clues. Ah well, whatever.

Val’s communicator buzzed and she excused herself for a second. Aussie used the break to walk over to the FBI agent collecting evidence bags.

"Pardon luv, but can I look at that for a sec?"

"Of course ma’am" he saluted and handed her the bag with the vibrators. "I was just thinking what it must feel like to have these, um, things, inside. It must be terrible."

"Yes, yes terrible…" she found the brand name ‘Thrust Master V’, the Australian girl didn’t know they’d made anything beyond the Thrust Master III.

"I’m sorry but I do need those back for evidence."

"Of course, no worries, I can order some later, I mean, take these terrible things away, please."

Valkyrie returned saying "We wrapped this up just in time. Maple Leaf has sent an urgent message to return to Megapolis, Rising Sun has been attacked and Shamrock is missing. There’s an extra costume for you in the agents’ car. Let’s go!"

Walking out to the car Aussie Girl muttered angrily "Why yes Val, I’m fully recovered from my ordeal, thank you for asking you stone-hearted witch."

***

At the security desk Maple Leaf watched a video of Rising Sun sucking a man’s dick while another enthusiastically fucked her modest breasts and third thrust in and out of her pussy. The joy on the Japanese girl’s face was the most disturbing thing she had seen in some time.

"So there’s no sign of Shamrock in any of the security tapes?" Maple Leaf asked for the third time.

"No, nothing, do you think Caligula may have taken her?"

"That would make no sense, why leave RS then? But if he didn’t take her then where is she? The only one who can help us now is RS herself. Is she in any shape to answer questions?"

"You’d better see for yourself." He led her to a storage room where the slim Asian was crawling on the floor. They’d put a jacket over her shredded costume but she kept throwing it off. Every few minutes she started stroking her dry pussy or rubbing herself with the broken marble cock and shattered Laurels.

"We had to cut those gold things off her head, she really put up a fight to keep them on. Since we got them off she’s been like this."

"Shame we couldn’t save them for research" Maple Leaf muttered.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, just saying what a shame it is to see her like this."

Maple Leaf crouched down and faced her normally reserved comrade. She tried to take the Laurels from her friend’s hand. "RS, are you OK? Do you hear me? I want to help you." But the Japanese girl just snatched her treasures and retreated into the corner.

Sighing Maple Leaf stood up. "It’s just like that time with Star and Doctor Droid. Valkyrie knows how to treat things like this. With any luck she should be as good as new in a few days."

Lieutenant Sharpe looked in disbelief at the Japanese girl sucking on her marble phallus. "If you say so."

"Can you have an officer drive her back to our headquarters, I’ll have Val set up the equipment."

"Sure thing Maple Leaf."

"Oh and you will destroy those tapes won’t you?"

"Of course" (eventually).

***

Shamrock tried to remember everything dear Tony had taught her about keeping a man hard without letting him cum too soon. She carefully stroked the cabby’s member with her tongue and rubbed his balls with her delicate hands. From his grunts and gasps she knew she was doing a proper job. But for all she’d learned she was only able to make it last an hour or so before he exploded into her mouth. She dutifully swallowed all the precious fluid and licked him clean. The cabbie thanked her by tossing her out into the alley and then throwing her raincoat after her into a pile of garbage. Then he drove off leaving her several blocks from home.

The Irish heroine put on the filthy raincoat and started to walk.

She really wanted a glass of water to wash her mouth.

She remembered she’d have to wake the super to let her in. She wondered if he would want a blowjob too.

***

Antonio stood on the terrace looking over the city. It sounded terribly conceded but he had to admit this was the perfect base of operations. Spacious, luxurious (even by his standards), and private. He and his harem (as he now thought of the Global Protectors) could fly in and out without anyone knowing. Why the only people around were that work crew over there. And that one other there. And that third one up there. Must be putting up cell phone antennas or something. But the point is once they were gone he could do anything up here. Absolute privacy in the heart of a city of millions. Perfect.

He checked his Rolex, almost 9, time for his call in.

***

In his basement Billy Hatch toggled through last night’s pictures while waiting impatiently for the new cameras and mikes to come on-line. He’d had to work overtime last night trying to track Shamrock and that Italian guy. He called up the picture of her blowing him over the park. Him fucking her on the roof of the World Peace Building, on top of the MetroAir Building, Central City Station, the West River Bridge… Next was a great shot of the 50’ long ditch they had ploughed through the parking lot of Lone Pine Mall when he thrust into her ass in midair. Not a bad collection. He’d probably missed a few incidents but this was more than enough to ruin the slut’s reputation forever. Still he wondered what the deal was with the Italian. How’d he get to fly? How’d he get so strong? What the fuck?

So he’d had them add shotgun mikes to catch anything said on the terrace and even a hideously expensive laser microphone that could detect subtle vibrations on glass to hear anything said inside. He’d also managed to hack the security cameras in the Plaza’s lobby and elevators in case someone came in the normal way. Along with the inferred cameras that see through windows and curtains he’d have total visibility of anything going on in there. As soon as the damn crews finished. What was he paying double time and half for?

Finally the green lights came and he began to get the feed from the new hardware. OK Mr. Greasy Italian Hood, let’s see what you’re up to…

***

Antonio closed the door behind him, making sure the curtain was secure. He walked into the main room of the penthouse. He’d rolled up the rugs exposing the pentagram he’d painted across the floor. The red candles gave off thick green smoke that matched the smoke pouring from the brazier in the center of the mystic circle. Walking around it he carefully took off his clothes and draped them over a chair.

He smiled at the tourist girl he lay bound and gagged at his feet. She’d been checking out that morning, going back to Ohio or Idaho or wherever but a few minutes of conversation with a handsome Italian had convinced her to stay a bit longer, after all when was the next time she would be able to stay in a luxury penthouse? He’d convinced her to strip and accept the bondage within fifteen minutes of getting her inside. Not a personal record but not bad. Even the pentagram and candles had not disturbed the Midwesterner too much.

In fact, she tried to smile back him over the ball gag, and spread her legs a bit wider in anticipation. He caressed her legs (a bit fatty but OK) and breasts (not as firm as Shamrock’s but not bad either) and whispered "soon".

First he would have to shed his disguise and return to his true form.

At first his skin turned pink, then red, his dark hair grew longer and thicker, his thin moustache became a pointed goatee. Then his muscles began to swell threatening to tear through his skin, veins popped out, the blood passing through them as black as oil and burning like acid. Leather wings sprouted from his back and spread across the room. His already impressive member lashed out like a snake splitting in two, then four. His nails extended several inches becoming as strong and sharp as steel blades. He flexed and roared! With the energy he had absorbed he was a full foot taller than before!

He turned towards the tourist girl and smiled again.

Her eyes wide, she tried to scream.

***

What a piece of crap! The cameras were finally working but were showing total bullshit. According to the IR the Italian was eight feet tall and his body was over 140 degrees. Oh, he’d sue the manufacturer for selling crap, he’d put them right out of business. He was writing an e-mail to his lawyers when the microphones started getting a signal.

***

The handsome demon bent over his helpless captive caressing her again with his burning fingers. He smiled at her again but she just shuddered and turned away.

"I know it must be hard to see me like this, that no amount of glamour will recapture your affection now. Why even Shamrock is not yet ready to accept seeing me in my demonic form. But that’s all right. You won’t live to tell anyone what I really am."

He bent down one phallus entering the girl’s dry pussy, another assaulting her closed asshole. The remaining two snaked along her body wrapping around her chest squeezing the breath from her. He mauled her breasts with his claws and manipulated her body with his mind. In seconds even over her horror she was aroused and responded to him.

He used one claw to cut open a breast and sprinkled drops of blood into the fire.

"Wraithlord! Your humblest servant beseeches you. Grant me an audience oh greatest of Necromancers!"

Blah, blah, blah, if the Wraithlord was so hot he wouldn’t have been banished by a bunch of mortal bimbos. But he was the boss and he expected the whole razz-a-ma-tazz.

A shape quickly took form; a large leering skull created from the mist.

Antonio was surprised how quickly the connection had been made, a few weeks ago it had taken hours of concentration and casting to contact his master. His power level must have increased significantly.

"Accept the sacrifice your humble servant has prepared for you!" he tossed the tourist girl into the brazier where she vanished into the smoke. The fire swelled and the skull grew larger and clearer.

"Speak my Incubus"

The Incubus smiled, it was so nice to be called by his proper name rather than his human pseudonym. DiSedutorre? The Seducer? Even for a demon that showed a certain lack of imagination.

***

Billy panicked as he heard this. Demons? The Wraithlord? This was heavy, heavy stuff. If they realized he was listening…

He reached to shut the system down but hesitated. Would they realize? How could they? If he just listened and kept his head down he’d get some really valuable intel. What would the GPs do to reward him for saving them? What would the criminals in the city pay for a video of the total destruction of the GPs? His business instinct kicking in, he settled back to hear the rest.

***

"Master, the one called Shamrock is now completely under my thrall. I have tasted each of her holes and taught her delights unknown to mortal women. Tonight she shall tell me the secrets of the Global Protectors that I might conquer them."

"Excellent."

"Within days they will be your loyal servants and their power shall free you from your exile!"

The Wraithlord already knew this, the Incubus knew he knew this, there was no reason to stand there explaining it again. But the boss liked to hear his clever plans repeated and, hey, it’s not like anyone else could hear them.

"Then you shall wreck your vengeance on Megapolis and the world! A-ha-ha-ha!"

***

"OK" Billy said. "Vengeance on the world? That’s it, I’m helping the GP. And hey, did he say Shamrock was under his spell? I knew it, she doesn’t really love him, it’s all a trick. Man when I free her from that spell she’s gonna be so happy…" He looked again at the pictures from last night, this time imagining himself in them.