White Owl and Crimson Dynamo

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“I Should Have Just Stayed Home With My Cat”

Electra Powers leaned back in her overstuffed black leather chair and smiled at the headline.

“White Owl Defeated in museum robbery!” She said laughing. Electra’s voice was soft but with an edge to it. It didn’t take much for the voice to become high-pitched and almost painful to hear. “I love the picture.”

“Nice to see her splayed out like that,” Her brother Orestes said looking over her shoulder. "Trust the inquisitor to use the high resolution printer. I hear that the online version of the paper has had triple the normal number of hits so far."

“You’re both overlooking the important part of the story,” Their mother said from across the room.

Electra looked up at her mother’s words and frowned. It frustrated Electra that her mother-a supervillainess who was strong enough to throw cars at her opponents-cowered behind a secret identity. Monica Powers stood tall, buxom and broad shouldered with bright red hair and gray eyes. Electra had inherited both her red hair and gray eyes from her mother but not her physical size or strength. Electra was slim and only five feet three inches tall. As a child, Electra had trained with weights for endless hours. But she had never been able to develop more than normal strength. She was skilled in martial arts and far stronger than she looked, but she still couldn't lift cars. That had bothered Electra until her mental powers had developed. Once she could turn a D cup classmate into a bimbo just by thinking about it Electra had lost a lot of her jealousy. The thought of her powers brought on another wave of frustration and Electra pulled at the collar around her neck. Black with silver spikes the thing wasn’t her fashion choice. It clashed sharply with her blue white-trimmed blouse and short blue skirt. An invention of the Pain Master the collar gave her a sharp jolt of pain whenever she tried to use her powers. She was still grounded and Electra absolutely hated being grounded.

“The money,” Orestes said. He wore the same type of collar that Electra wore and it clashed with his white suit and black tie. Electra always teased him that he looked like that guy from Fantasy Island while he teased back that she looked like a young Batgirl.

“Not just the money,” Monica said. “The subtitle under the headline. ‘Power Gal steals millions in artifacts’. Not ‘Monica Powers steals millions’, ‘Power Gal steals millions’. Right now we’re sorting and counting the loot and Ms. Athena Nichols is sitting in a bar somewhere fuming because she can’t do a thing about it!” She smiled and gave an almost orgasmic sigh of pleasure. “That’s the important thing.”

“We’d have a lot more fun if you dragged her here and stuffed her into the punishment room for a while,” Electra sniffed.

“What happens after that?” Her mother demanded. “How many times do I have explain this: successful supervillains don’t kill, don’t rape and don’t torture. The more you hurt a hero the more that hero is out for blood and un-like us they have friends they can call on.”

“Makes us look rather the cowards,” Orestes said.

“Free, rich cowards,” Monica said. “This mansion is a lot more comfortable than a prison.”

“But you beat her mother!” Electra protested. “You knocked her out!”

“And that was a lot of fun,” Monica said smiling. “I loved the look in her eye when I swung that last punch. She knew it was coming but couldn’t do a thing about it. But if you think about it I beat her in a battle that lasted 20 minutes. If it had lasted another 20 minutes another hero would have shown up. As it was White Owl shouldn’t have even been there, I paid that idiot Grunt Man to keep her busy.”

“He got taken out by Crimson Dynamo,” Orestes said.

"Someone else we should put on the list of vengeance." Electra said. “No one should cross us and get away with it.”

“That’s why I had Ms. Memory as back up,” Monica said ignoring her daughter. “With her tampering with White Owl’s mind it was a straight blow to blow battle without any of her little gadgets.” Monica laughed. “She barely remembered how to throw a punch.”

Monica sighed suddenly sober and Electra knew why. Ms. Memory was the most un-known successful supervillainess in Angel Falls. She robbed everyone and no one remembered her. Being as rich as she was Ms. Memory’s services could not be bought with money. That was the reason that her mother was wearing an Ultra Woman costume. Ms. Memory had some strange fetishes, even for a supervillainess and she loved Ultra Woman.

“She is having a hard month considering what U1trawoman did to her and the fact that Mr. Mischief left her tied up and hanging from a flagpole in front of city hall.”

“Right,” Monica said. “I was just another in a line and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess,” Electra mumbled.

“Ok,” Monica said looking into the suitcase that she was packing. “I have the wig, the paddles, extra batteries, my spatula and sifter, baking soda… where’s my clown nose? The one that lights up?”

Monica looked around and her gaze settled on her daughter.

“It’s in my room,” Electra admitted blushing. “Last night Paula and I…”

“I’ll get another one on the way,” Monica said cutting her daughter off quickly. “I need to get some new fangs anyway.” She sighed.

“You do?” Orestes asked.

“She liked Ultra’s vampire phase,” Monica shrugged closing the suitcase.

"Oh mother," Electra moaned dramatically.

"I hope you're not going to come home Monday night with any embarrassing burn marks." Orestes said.

"If I do I know who is going to apply the ointment." His mother said with mock sweetness.

Orestes and Electra moaned as their mother’s cell phone went off.

"Hello." Monica said and then waited a moment. "Oh, hello Ming.

Orestes and Electra tensed at the name. Their Aunt-by-marriage Ming Saito Powers was the supervillainess Black Knife. Crimson Dynamo and White Owl had recently brought down her husband Red Knife-their uncle. Ming was on the run but it was hard to be on the run when you had two kids.

Two bratty kids, Electra thought. One 14 and one 18: both annoying. Monica had been ducking calls all week.

“Yes I know.” Monica said. “The Guardian’s? What did you do to… Oh. Well yes I’m glad you broke Paul out but a good lawyer…” Monica winced and held the phone away from her ear. They could all hear the explosion. “Ok, yea I’ll put them up. Where are they?” She paused. “Here already? Since yesterday evening?”

Electra tensed and blushed as her eyes darted around the room.

“No, it’s not a problem. Remember what I told you about Ultra Woman, if she corners you tickle her.”

Monica hung up the phone and looked around.

“Marvin and Minerva have been here since yesterday?” Orestes asked.

“They were here last night?” Electra asked with fear in her voice.

A high pitched nervous giggle reached her ears and Electra launched herself out of the air toward it. She made contact near the coffee table and felt someone buckle under the impact. Electra found the throat and was about to squeeze when Orestes pulled her off. A few seconds after he did so a short, stumpy kid with black hair and grey eyes faded into visibility. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a Darth Vader T-shirt and an overcoat. The overcoat sparked as the cloaking field faded.

“You little perv!” Electra snarled trying to free herself from Oreste’s grip.

Marvin giggled as he stood up. His face wasn’t cherubic and it wasn’t handsome, it was a sad combination of no-chin and a protruding forehead.

“I’m not the perv,” he said. “It’s natural for a young man to be curious about women. What you and Paula did last night now that was…”

Electra snarled and nearly broke free.

“Where’s Minerva?” Monica said stepping between them.

“Oh yea,” Marvin said. He reached into one of the overcoats pockets and pulled out a twelve inch tall teenage girl hanging from a gold chain. She was tied up with Band-Aids; legs together, arms behind her back and one over her mouth. Angry gray eyes glared from beneath long tousled black hair. Unlike Marvin Minerva had a very beautiful face with high cheekbones and a slightly exotic angle to her eyes. Apart from the Band-Aids she was nude and her large breast and full hips were on display. Her areoles were small and dark red and there was no hair between her legs. “One of her potions backfired.”

The girl on the chain shrieked through her gag and struggled mightily but futilely against her bonds. Electra knew that her mother didn’t buy Marvin’s innocent look anymore than she did. But neither of them said anything as Marvin stuffed his miniaturized sister back into his pocket.

“Alright I don’t have time for this,” Monica said. Taking hold of Marvin’s coat she pulled it off of him and pulled Minerva out of the pocket. “Look after her.” Monica said tossing Minerva to Electra. “Nothing permanent!” Monica’s tone turned hard at Electra’s sinister smile.

Electra lost her smile for a moment as she sat down on the couch. Then she prodded Minerva’s stomach with her fingernail and the smile returned as the tiny captive writhed in her hand.

“Well at least we’ll have some help sorting the loot,” Orestes said.

“Loot?” Marvin brightened at the word.

“Ours.” Monica snapped. She went back over to her suitcase and stuffed his coat into it. “Now listen you three I’m going to be gone till Monday. You stay here! I’m warning you, don’t leave this house and don’t, repeat DON’T get into trouble!”

“Mom you can’t leave us here alone with him without our powers!” Electra pleaded.

“She’s right Mom,” Orestes said. “I might be safe but…”

“But I wouldn’t do anything,” Marvin said sweetly.

Monica looked at him and then looked at Electra. Electra held up the shrunken Minerva.

“Fine,” Monica said. She pulled a remote out of her suitcase and pressed it. Electra sighed in relieve as she felt the hum from the collar subside.

“Now stay out of trouble and don’t leave this house,” Monica said. It was hard to tell if her tone was a plea or an order.

Athena Nikos ignored the knock at her front door. She settled deeper into her couch and turned up the sound on the TV. In her lap her cat Daisy yawned and stretched. On the TV Leo Mckern as Rumpole of the Bailey resplendently ruffled in robe and wig argued before a disapproving judge.

After a few minutes there was a tapping on her window. Athena tried to ignore it but the tapping continued. Growling she paused the DVD and got up, ignoring the complaints from Daisy. Tightening the belt on her white robe Athena walked over to the sliding glass doors that led to her terrace.

“Go away,” Athena said without opening them.

On the other side of the glass a woman with rusty brown hair pantomimed not hearing. Her long leather coat shifted slightly the wind as she smiled.

“Oh you can so hear me!” Athena said.

The woman pouted mockingly and Athena couldn’t stifle her giggle. Snow had started to fall and there was no one who looked less like a lost waif.

“You aren’t going to go away are you?” Athena demanded.

The woman shrugged her shoulders and her smile and mock puzzlement further irritated and amused Athena at the same time. Giving into the inevitable she opened the door.

“I’m not in the mood to be cheered up Tiffy,” Athena said walking back over to the couch.

“No one’s ever in the mood to be cheered up,” Tiffany said brushing off the snow. “If you were in the mood to be cheered up you wouldn’t need cheering up.”

Athena said nothing as she sat back onto the couch. Tiffany sat beside her. For a few minutes they sat watching the TV.

“It’s not like you haven’t been beaten up before.”

“Power Gal should have been a cake walk,” Athena said. “She’s stronger than me but I’m a better fighter and she’s vulnerable to K9 gas. I carry a special gas bomb around with me in case I ever run into her. I can turn her from a powerhouse to a milkmaid with one whiff of it.”

“But you didn’t use it.”

“Nope.” Athena said. “I just stood there and slugged it out with her until she knocked me out. What was wrong with me? What is wrong with me lately?”

Athena sighed and hugged her knees to her chest.

“Bad month,” Tiffany suggested.

“I expect to lose to U1tra Woman,” Athena said. “That’s why I sent out the emergency call to the Guardians.”

“They were busy with the Dark Squad,” Tiffany said and I was tied up myself.

“Yea and I couldn’t take her alone. She so drops a anvil… an ANVIL on me!”

Tiffany stifled a laugh and Athena glared at her.

“Well it’s a little funny,” Tiffany said.

“It wasn’t funny spending all night in that… that frame she has!” Athena exclaimed. “There wasn’t one part of my body she didn’t play with!”

“You got out of it,” Tiffany said.

“I was rescued by Worm Guy,” Athena protested in outrage. “Worm Guy! The D-lister! He has to rescue me! There I am, hanging naked in that frame she has and he pops out of the floor and sees… Well everything!”

Athena buried her head in her knees and Tiffany patted her shoulder.

“What about U1tra Woman?”

“She’d gone out to get fresh batteries.”

Again Tiffany got a dark look as she stifled her laughter.

“He felt me up while he was freeing me,” Athena said shuddering at the memory. “And we had to crawl through his tunnel for hours to get away. Do you know what his tunnels smell like?!”

“Ok, well… Well you can’t fault yourself on Mr. Mischief,” Tiffany said. “You had no way of knowing that he’d stolen that exo-skeleton. It took Ultraman an hour to beat him.”

“Yea, they’re fighting while I’m hanging upside-down from a flagpole tied and gagged. That was great for my image.”

“You’ve had some bad luck. Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to do any good. Neither is sitting here watching an old TV show. Get dressed; I’m going to show you a good time. A show, dinner, shopping…”

“Shopping?” Athena demanded. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I am,” Tiffany said. “You need get away from the super heroine thing for a night, you need the mundane, the ordinary. You need to get in debt, be an American! Use those credit cards!”

Athena leaned back into the couch trying to ignore the upbeat attitude. She wanted to be miserable for a while longer.

“I’m not sure…”

“Oh come on!” Tiffany urged grabbing her arms and pulling her off of the couch. Athena stumbled as Tiffany herded her into the bedroom and let her fall onto the bed. “You gotta go out at night in something other than a costume.”

She opened the closet door and Athena sat up and looked at the dresses.

“I bet you haven’t even worn some of these yet,” Tiffany said.

Athena stood up and walked over to the closet. A blue and black evening gown caught her eye. She ran her fingers over the soft, rich fabric.

“There you go!” Tiffany said moving behind her and jerking Athena’s robe down.

“I can dress myself thank you,” Athena said quickly pulling the robe back up. She grabbed Tiffany and pushed her out of the room. “You wait out there.”

“Spoilsport,” Tiffany said laughing.

Athena closed the door and locked it. Tiffany was right. Being beaten and tied up were just part of the life she’d chosen.

I need a night when I’m not in mortal danger, Athena thought as she reached for the dress.

Minerva fell back a few steps and grunted with pain as her leg cramped up. She didn’t need to look down to see the bruise. Barbie circled to the left while G.I.-Joe circled to the right. He swung a lasso over his head while Barbie clutched a baseball bat in her hands.

Minerva rushed at Joe but Barbie threw the bat and it hit the back of her legs. Minerva fell on her face and rolled over in time to grab Barbie’s wrists as the doll leapt onto her. Flesh gripped plastic and Minerva’s snarl fell limply against cute ears. But in Barbie’s eyes Minerva could see her true enemy.

New powers, Minerva thought as she saw Electra’s face in Barbie’s eyes. Why does this bitch get to have new powers! Why does she have powers at all? I have to kill myself learning how to make potions and she just has powers dropped into her lap! How come she has more than me? It’s not fair! My mom’s a better supervillainess! This bitch should be at my mercy! I’m going to shrink her and…

G.I.-Joe was suddenly next to her and Barbie reversed the hold and pulled Minerva’s wrists together. Minerva fought and pulled but the string went around her wrists anyway. She continued to fight as the two dolls wrapped the string around her body.

“Ahh…” Minerva snarled in frustration.

Electra leaned back on the couch gasping. On the table the two dolls stiffened and fell over. Minerva pulled and twisted in a vain effort to free herself from her hogtied position.

“You’re getting better,” Orestes said handing her a glass of red wine. Electra sipped it carefully and gave him a look of thanks. Using her telekinetic powers to animate dolls was something she’d only recently realized that she could do. But it took a lot out of her.

“I’ll get you for this!” Minerva shouted.

Electra and Orestes laughed together and their laugh was enough to make her cringe.

“You sound like a heroine,” Orestes teased and they laughed, as she turned red.

“You really do want to be a heroine don’t you?” Electra demanded. “Protecting the innocent…”

“Don’t you dare call me that,” Minerva growled. “I’m not Sandra Mansion.”

“We don’t talk about her,” Orestes said coldly.

“You don’t talk about your sister?” Minerva asked with mock sweetness. “The Mighty Teen?”

Electra’s eyes went cold and she sat up. The dolls came to life again. Barbie rolled Minerva onto her stomach and G.I.-Joe untied her legs from her wrists and then started to spank her.

“I don’t have a sister!” Electra growled.

“Sandra is our half sister,” Orestes said coldly. “One of father’s indiscretions. It’s not a good idea to mention her. Be glad mother isn’t here.” He rubbed his arm. “She broke the arm of the last person to mention Mighty Teen in this house.”

“Served you right,” Electra snapped as her eyes glowed with power.

Minerva screamed and tried to roll away but Barbie’s grip was too strong. Again and again the hard plastic hand of G.I.-Joe hit her ass. On the couch Electra felt exhaustion competing with rage and kept her rage. Electra loved rage. Rage was power and using that power to teach uppity cousins their place was worth the headache. Each cry of pain and each tear brought a tremendous feeling of pleasure to her soul.

“Hey you got The Piper Pipe!” Marvin exclaimed.

Electra lost concentration and fell back onto the couch. On the table Minerva kept crying as the dolls stiffened and fell over.

“A what?” Orestes asked.

“The Piper Pipe,” Marvin said holding up an ornately carved golden tube about two feet long with an inch diameter. “It was created by a mad priest of Poseidon as a way to attack Athena. Poseidon couldn’t make it because of an oath he swore to Zeus so he drove a priest mad and the priest made it. Poseidon used it against Athena and had her dance until she nearly died. Hercules saved her.”

“Why didn’t he destroy it?” Electra asked gratefully taking another glass of wine from her brother.

“Zeus wanted a weapon against Athena in case she ever turned against him,” Marvin said.

“Athena…” Electra mused sipping her wine. “How exactly does this work?”

“Stay out of trouble,” Orestes reminded her. “Stay in the house.”

“I’m just curious,” Electra said.

“Well if I read the spell on the side right its simple,” Marvin said holding the pipe up to the light to read one side of it. “You smoke the pipe and then command half the smoke to go to your enemy. Once they breathe in their half the half left outside forms into a clay statue of them. Anyone holding the statue has complete control of their victim’s body.”

“Complete control?” Orestes asked and Electra knew that her brother was forming a plan.

“Even to what they say,” Marvin said. “Legend has it that when ever anyone asked Athena if she wanted to stop Poseidon made her say no.”

“Ohhhhhh……” Electra said and the word flowed from her mouth with the grace and venom of a king cobra. “We could…”

“You could really fry when your mother finds out,” Minerva taunted from the table. “At least my mom… Owe! Owe!”

Electra growled as she pushed the dolls to the attack once more.

“She’s right,” Orestes reminded her. “We can’t leave the house.”

“You don’t have to,” Marvin said. “All you have to do is see your victim.” He eyed Electra. “I wouldn’t mind helping you, if you made it worth my time.”

Electra let the dolls lay still as she looked at him. Marvin wasn’t looking at her face.

Athena hadn’t known what to expect. In the past Tiffany’s taste had tended to be on the eclectic side. Their last outing had been to a supervillain themed male strip club. So she was pleasantly surprised when Tiffany stopped the car in front of the Cobalt Club. The Cobalt Club was a 1940’s themed cosplay nightclub that sported a dark marble dance floor, a raised stage for a Big Band orchestra (a Kay Kyser look-a-like led the band and Athena wondered how many people in the club had ever heard of the original), waiters in tuxedos and there was even a vintage newsstand at the bar with period papers. Athena was grateful that she had chosen the elegant off-the-shoulder blue gown with a gold necklace. She felt elegant and graceful in a way that she hadn’t felt for far too long. It was good to dress up, good to remind herself that there were other things in life besides crime fighting and other fabrics to wear besides a Kevlar battle weave. Tiffany had changed in the car revealing a new wrist watch gadget that transformed her dress and coat into an off-the-shoulder white gown with gold trim.

“How did you find this place?” Athena demanded as a waiter seated them (Pulling out their chairs so that they could sit down! It had been ages since Athena had seen real gentlemen in action)

“I know the couple that runs it,” Tiffany said. “Nick and Nora got stuck out of their world last year when I was battling the Mr. Fiction. With him gone they can’t go back so I helped set them up here.”

“We really can’t get away from it can we?” Athena mused. “Once you put on the mask it’s like your entire life wears it.”

“That’s not a bad thing and you know it,” Tiffany said.

The waiter came and offered them wine list.

“I know,” Athena said running her gaze down the list. “Is this on you?”

“Sure,” Tiffany said.

“We’ll have the 1870 Palivou,” Athena told the waiter.

He nodded and vanished leaving Athena facing a slightly red faced Tiffany.

“Well you did say it was on you,” Athena said, “and it’s been ages since I had a good Greek Wine.” She leaned forward and smiled. “You don’t mind do you? It’ll help lift me out of my depression.”

“No problem,” Tiffany said matching her smile. “Mortgages are easy to get these days.”

Athena leaned back and surveyed the place. The atmosphere was soothing and she let herself relax. The band started to play ‘On a Slow Boat to China’ and Athena frowned.

“None of that,” Tiffany warned.

“I was thinking of Le Joeur,” Athena said remembering the Asian villainess.

“Re-lax,” Tiffany said stretching out the word.

Athena surveyed the dance floor. Five couples were swaying to the song and she looked around the club. There were lots of men, but no one was giving her and Tiffany more than a glance.

“We’re not getting noticed,” Athena said.

“We’re not in costume,” Tiffany pointed out. “Or is someone lonely for a man?”

The waiter arrived with their wine before Athena could say anything and quickly set their wine down and vanished again. Athena picked up the crystal glass.

“I wouldn’t mind a dance or two,” Athena said sipping the wine. The full rich flavor of the Nemea valley filled her mouth and ran down her throat.

“We can dance if you want,” Tiffany suggested.

“I don’t think that women danced together in the 1940’s.”

“30’s,” Tiffany corrected her. “They did in some places, secret places. But they won’t mind in here.”

“Let’s drink a bit and see if someone offers first,” Athena suggested.

“I’m always second choice,” Tiffany mock-sighed and both women giggled.

“Found her!” Marvin’s voice broke with excitement.

“Un-ain ee!” Electra demanded through her gag. She stopped dancing.

“The deal was one hour,” Orestes reminded her.

“Umpa-kee!” Marvin said in a guttural voice and it was accompanied by a snap of his whip.

Electra growled but didn’t protest more than that. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more, the fact that Marvin carried a Slave Girl Princess Leia outfit and a Jabba the Hutt costume around with him, the fact that the costume fit her perfectly or the fact that she felt so comfortable in it. She didn’t even mind the two-foot chains that held her wrists to her waist. Electra felt it was her due in life to dominate but sometimes-secretly-she liked to be the one being dominated. Being forced to play Leia to Marvin’s Jabba the Hutt had been humiliating and maddening… At first. But Electra loved to dance. After half of an hour into the act of being a captive slave girl Electra had to admit that she found it… stimulating. Not that she would ever admit that to Marvin. Nor was Minerva having any fun. Electra could see her struggling against Orestes pet mutated squid, Mr. Arms. Minerva was on a rock in the middle of Mr. Arm’s fish tank and battling for her life. Or at least her virtue. Electra knew how found of Hentai her brother was. In a few years he hoped to have Mr. Arms ready to tackle a full sized woman. It had been Electra’s idea to give the squid some practice with their shrunken cousin.

They were in the play room of the Powers Mansion. Electra had been sure that her hopes of tormenting Athena Nickos were done for the night when Athena hadn’t been home. Orestes however was determined and had set to work. While he searched Electra had played slave girl for Marvin. By hacking his way into her apartment building security service Orestes had found out when she had left. Then it was just a matter of hacking into the police and requesting a location alert on a ‘person of interest’ and supplying her cars license plate. It had only taken twenty minutes to get a response. Then he had hacked his way into the Cobalt Club’s security cameras. Athena Nickos and a woman sat at a table by the dance floor sipping wine.

“They look bored,” Orestes said lighting the pipe. “But I can change that.”

It had been twenty minutes and still no one had asked Athena to dance. Tiffany could tell that it was bothering her friend. That was the problem with being in costume, especially in a form-fitting swimsuit cut costume; you were instantly the center of attention. It was something that was easy to get use to and take for granted. Not that Athena wasn’t beautiful…

Tiffany pulled herself back from that line of thought. Athena was vulnerable and now wasn’t the time. Tiffany looked around the ball room again.

Same old story, Tiffany thought. There when you don’t want them, not there when you do.

Tiffany surveyed the club and wondered if she could get someone’s attention. She heard Athena cough and turned back to her.

“I didn’t think there was smoking in here,” Athena said waving her hand in front of her face.

“There isn’t,” Tiffany said. “I don’t see any smoke.”

Athena stood up and started to walk toward the band.

“Athena?” Tiffany called after her.

Athena didn’t answer and for a moment Tiffany wondered if her friend was about to ask one of the men to dance. But she walked straight past all of them and talked to the band leader. He looked puzzled for a moment and then nodded and the band started to play a new tune.

“If you’re the captain, I’d be the crew,” Athena crooned, turning around as the band started to play. All through the club everyone stopped and watched.

“What do they put in this stuff?” Tiffany asked sniffing the wine. Athena was usually a bit shyer than this.

“Cause I just love to take orders from you,” Athena sang walking over to a tall man dancing with a petite blonde.

Tiffany blinked. Athena didn’t walk, she sauntered. Her hips swayed, her breasts quivered and her voice was suddenly full of promise.

“What the hell do they put in this stuff?” Tiffany wondered again.

“You blow the bugle and I’ll jump through,” Athena sang tossing her arms around the man and dragging him away from his date. The look on the blondes face went from puzzled to angry and her hands curled into fists.

“Uh-oh,” Tiffany said.

When she was a child and had fought with her bother Athena had often been faced with the simple fact that boys were stronger than girls. He would grab her wrists and bend her arms despite all the effort she could bring the bear to stop him. This felt like that. Someone stronger than Athena had a grip on every part of her body, even her voice. Athena had been hypnotized and possessed before but this was different. She could feel her body; feel her muscles try to move her limbs. They were responding to her brains demands but some other force held her. It moved her as if she were a puppet on invisible strings. Multiple strings that bound her as if they were chains and pulled her or pushed her limbs.

“How I’d love to take orders from you.” Athena heard her voice sing.

“Hey bitch!” Athena heard and felt herself grabbed and swung around. A slightly built blonde with fury in her blue eyes faced her. Athena wished that she could say something but she couldn’t. Instead she grabbed the woman in a hug and spun her away with enough force to send her careening into the far wall.

“Athena!” Tiffany hissed grabbing her arm. “What the hell…”

“I know that rules were made for fools,” Athena sang pulling her close. “That’s one thing I have learned.” She hugged Tiffany close to her and felt her friend stiffen in shock as Athena’s hand moved down her back. “But I’m going in for discipline wherever you’re concerned.”

“Athena what…”

Her next words were strangled by a gasp of shock as Athena grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back at the same time her right hand pressed hard between Tiffany’s legs.

“If you say kiss me, that’s what I’ll do,” Athena crooned and was shocked at the sultry tone in her own voice. “Cause I love to take orders from you,”

Athena bent Tiffany back and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue past her friend’s lips and pressing her fingers through the fabric of Tiffany’s dress and into her womb. Tiffany half screamed in protest but she was probably in too much shock and her struggles were confused. Athena lifted Tiffany up over her head and twirled her around a few times before she threw Tiffany over the band. Athena didn’t see where she landed because she turned around to face the crowd.

“When someone tells me to march or to halt my soul rebels.”

“God that was hot!” Marvin said.

“Every man’s fantasy,” Orestes laughed. He handed the model of Athena to Marvin. “Care to top it?”

Tiffany was struggling to get back to her feet when Athena stopped singing. She was dizzy from the impact and the sudden erotic assault but Tiffany managed to climb out of the wreckage in time to see Athena rip open the top of her dress.

“Ahhh-ahhhh-hhhahhhhhahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Athena screamed like Tarzan and beat her chest with her fists. Then she started rushing through the crowd tearing the dress off of any woman she came close too. Screams and chaos started to fill the club and three of the bouncers closed in on her.

Tiffany pressed a button on her wristwatch just as the first bouncer flew over her head to crash into the wall.

“Well I’ll say that this is a night she’ll never forget,” Orestes said.

“Amateurs,” Electra said reaching for the doll.

“You better take care of Minerva first,” Marvin said.

Electra looked over and saw that Minerva had lost her battle and was being pulled under water.

“She’s your sister,” Electra snapped reaching for the doll again.

“Mom gave her to you,” Orestes pointed out.

Electra growled and walked over to the tank.

Athena felt the fabric shred beneath her hands and cringed inwardly as another woman was exposed. The Cobalt Club was a mess and she was the one doing it! She couldn’t stop, break free or even scream.

“Hold it Ms. Nickos,” Tiffany said grabbing her from behind. Athena realized that Tiffany had changed into her Crimson Dynamo costume.

Stun me, Athena pleaded silently, knock me out!

Before Tiffany could do anything Athena’s fist hit her in the stomach doubling her over. Then Athena brought both fists down on the back of Tiffany’s head.

“Damn!” Orestes swore. “Superhero!”

“I can handle her,” Marvin said. “One funeral coming up.”

“That’s not how we do things,” Orestes said grabbing the doll away from him. “Mom will feed us to Mr. Arms if we cause a death.” He made a flying motion with the doll and on the screen Athena took to the air and crashed through a window.

“Stop screaming or I’ll gag you,” Electra said as she pulled-or pealed-the tentacle from Minerva’s legs.

“You are so going to suffer for this!” Minerva promised.

Electra laughed and dumped her into a different tank. For a moment she watched and smiled as Minerva ran from a giant spider.

“Careful where you step,” Electra cautioned her. “Mr. Fluffy has webs everywhere.”

She turned back to the boys and saw that Athena was flying around the city. What was left of the dress still clung to her legs but other than that she was wearing a sexy Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.

“How are we seeing this?” Electra demanded.

“Flying camera disguised as a pigeon,” Marvin said. “Let’s fly her over the high school.”

“My turn,” Electra said firmly. She marched over and grabbed the doll out of Orestes hand.

“You really want to see torment?” Electra hissed as she changed the dolls direction. “Watch an expert.”

Why did I have to wear the Lace Merry Widow outfit under the dress, Athena fumed as she flew over the city.

She knew why of course, because she loved the way it felt against her skin and she loved wearing something ultra-sexy that no one else could see. It was her secret. Or it had been. Who ever it was who was controlling her had exposed that secret.

I will kill for this!

Athena suddenly found herself changing direction and headed toward a tall glass building. She recognized it as Angel Falls National Bank. Un-able to stop herself Athena flew to the top floor of the building. It was night but the lights were on and she could see a ghostly image of herself in the glass. It added another level of nightmare to the evening as Athena saw her ghostly reflection pull back its fist and smash the glass.

Tiffany came to with a massive but quickly fading headache. She was still in the Cobalt Club and all around her was chaos. Tiffany stumbled through the crowd and onto the street. Police sirens were starting to cut through the chaos and she took flight. Athena need her help now, not hours from now when the police let her go. It would be different if she told them that Night Owl was in trouble, but Tiffany wouldn’t break her friend’s secret id.

Scanning the city Tiffany pulled her omni-scanner from its pocket in the belt around her waist. She called it an omni-scanner though the Fanboy insisted on calling it a tri-corder. Then again he insisted on calling her ‘Lt. Scarlet’. Pushing thoughts of the gadget master away from her mind Tiffany started to scan. Athena flew mystically so there was no real trail to follow as there would be from a jetpack or anti-grav device. But Tiffany guessed that whoever was controlling her friend had some deviltry in mind. Considering how little subtlety had gone into the club attack Tiffany was sure that Athena’s actions would be easy to spot.

There! A flare of heat out of one of the tall buildings on the city skyline lit up her scanner screen. It was a cold night and that flare showed her a broken window. Not much of a lead but it was all that she had.

“You maniac!” The guard snarled from the floor. “You… You’re nuts! What kind of thief wears slutty underwear to rob a bank? Godless woman you will be condemned to the eternal fire for this!”

It’s not slutty it’s erotic! Athena fumed silently.

He had been good at his job. Thirty seconds after Athena had broken the window Chuck-as his nametag identified him-had come through the door blasting her with a heavy-duty stun gun. No warning, no cries of ‘stop’, just quick action. His aim was good but Athena was faster and she had thrown a desk at him. The desk had blocked the stun beam and pushed him into a wall. Now he lay bound by his own handcuffs and tie.

Once he was taken care of Athena had sat down at a terminal proceeded to break through a password barrier. The cubicle she was using was Mary Newton’s according to the name on the ‘World’s Best Mom’ sitting half full of coffee by the computer. A few pictures of smiling red headed girls about five or six smiled at Athena as she was forced to steal money. It had been ten minutes and Athena had moved millions of dollars from one account to another. The names of the people that she was stealing from scared Athena. They were the names of the heads of the largest crime syndicates in the world. Super heroine or no if Athena couldn’t prove to them that she was being forced to do this then she was going to be killed. Painfully. These were people who could raise an army if they needed to. Athena would have to leave the planet or spend all her time in Global Guardian’s headquarters.

Stop moving! Athena begged her arm and tried to keep it still. Her arm moved anyway as if someone were holding her wrist and fingers. The most Athena could do was make it shake just a little. She couldn’t even grab it with her other arm for the same force held it still.

“This is booooooorrrrrrring,” Marvin whined.

“I just stole 50 million dollars,” Electra said. “It’s not boring.”

“It’s boring,” Marvin insisted.

“It does lack drama,” Orestes agreed.

“Ok how would you make it more exciting?” Electra demanded.

“Just give me an arm,” Marvin said reaching for the doll.

Athena’s eyes widened in shock as one hand left the keyboard and started to rub her breast.

“What kind of sick woman are you?” Chuck demanded as Athena reached beneath her underwear and started to massage her breast and pinch her nipple. “Bad enough that you steal but now you add another sin to your list?”

Of all the guards why do I have to get him? Athena wondered as her nipple stiffened. Worse while she was doing that her left hand was still moving the mouse and transferring millions. From somewhere in her Athena managed a whimper of despair. The whimper turned into a moan as her hand pulled away from her breast and reached into her panties. Athena felt her own fingers being forced to massage her clitoris and her body responded.

And she was still stealing the money! Athena knew that the security cameras were still running. To anyone watching it would look like she was masturbating and stealing at the same time!

“Oh baby come to me,” Athena heard herself say.

Suddenly Athena stood up and lashed out with her arm. Crimson Dynamo took the blow in the throat and staggered back. Athena picked up a monitor and smashed it over her friend’s head. Then she sat down at the terminal again.

“Can we please take Crimson’s top off,” Marvin pleaded. “Pleeeeaaasssseeee?”
“After we clean out a few more bank accounts,” Electra said.

“You have to keep better track of your pets,” Orestes said tossing a half cocooned Minerva onto the table. Her arms and head were wrapped in white webbing and she was struggling against it. “Mr. Fluffy was about to consummate the relationship.”

“I want to see Crimson’s tits!” Marvin said grabbing the doll.

“Let go!” Electra shouted and they fell over the table as they wrestled.

Athena suddenly felt herself jerked up and spun around. Then she bent down and grabbed Crimson’s top. The material tore and Crimson’s left breast was exposed. That was as far as she got as Crimson’s fist impaled her stomach and all of the air was forced from her lungs.

Good, Athena thought. Hurt me, beat me… Oh goddess what am I saying?

“Sorry about this Ms. Nickos,” Crimson said as she pushed Athena onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back.

Don’t be sorry, Athena thought as she felt the handcuffs slide onto her wrist. Just tie me up!

“Give me that!” Orestes said grabbing the doll as Marvin and Electra wrestled.

Athena felt herself move and wished that she could at least shout a warning. She flew up into the ceiling, crashing through the tiles and into the aluminum struts. Out of the corner of her eye Athena saw a heavy pipe fall on Chuck’s head. Crimson came after her only to get a kick to the throat. Crimson was stunned and Athena dove down and slammed her forearm into Crimson’s sternum. They both fell back to the floor and before Crimson could get her footing Athena brought her knee up into Crimson’s stomach, then head-butted her before pushing her off and standing up. Crimson was still struggling to rise when Athena kicked her in the side. By the third kick Crimson was to hurt to do anything but moan.

I WILL KILL FOR THIS! Athena silently screamed.

“Right now lets just take turns,” Orestes said. “We almost lost her.”

“I’ve still got money I want to steal,” Electra insisted.

“Give me just five minutes,” Marvin begged.

Electra gave him hard look.

“I’ll give you the Leia costume,” He offered.

After a moment Electra nodded and handed him the doll.

Athena felt a moment of release but before she could move the force seized her again. Kneeling down she unzipped Crimson’s suit and started to pull it off of her. Crimson moaned and tried to raise a hand but Athena dropped a knee into her stomach again and Crimson moaned and lay still.

NO, please! Are they… Am I going to kill her?

Unable to stop herself Athena pulled the catsuit down to Crimon’s knees and then pulled her boots off and then the rest of the catsuit and Crimson’s tights. No killing but Athena was far from relieved. Crimson couldn’t wear anything under her suit and seeing her friend exposed and knowing that her hands had done it… Again and again Athena tried to break the grip but again and again she failed. Meanwhile Crimson lay at her feet. Nude but for gloves, mask and scarf. Naked and helpless by Athena’s own hands and it didn’t help much that Athena wasn’t in control of her own body. She gazed on Crimson’s beige areolas and it infuriated her that someone else was seeing them too.

Athena rolled her friend onto her stomach. Looking around Athena saw some electrical wire hanging from the damaged ceiling. She grabbed it and yanked. It came away giving her about five feet of cord. Crossing Crimson’s arms behind her Athena used the wire to wrap them firmly together wrist to elbow. The wrap was intricate; almost a weave between the two arms and Athena realized that whoever was controlling her had done this before. Another length of wire tied Crimson’s big toes together. Athena stood up and looked around the ruined office. Chuck lay still but was breathing and that was the one bright spot Athena could focus on. Walking over to a desk she opened a draw and pulled out a box of elastics and a large eraser. Then she walked back over to Crimson. Crimson’s eyes were starting to flutter open and Athena winced inwardly as she took Crimson’s head and slammed it into the floor three times. After that Crimson lay still again. Grabbing a telephone Athena tore of the coiled handset cord and tied one end around Crimson’s arms. Then she rolled Crimson over and passed the cord through her legs and up to her neck. Rolling her over again Athena brought the cord down and tied ten elastics to the end of it, then bent Crimson’s legs up and fastened the elastic to Crimon’s toes. Rolling Crimson onto her side Athena took the eraser and pressed it between the lips between Crimon’s legs, adding a piece of twisted tape where Crimson’s pubic hair would have been if she didn’t shave it. Then she fastened the eraser to the handset cord with more of the elastics.

Who ever is doing this knows what they are doing, Athena thought. The more Tiff struggles the more she’s going to get stimulated. Damn I’m sorry Tiff!

Athena reached over and took two large black paper handler clips and attached them to Crimson’s nipples. Then she tied enough elastics together to reach behind Crimson’s back. The clamp on Crimson’s left breast was tethered to the fingers of her left hand and the clamp on her right breast was tethered to the fingers of her right hand. Any flexing of her fingers at all pulled on the clamps.

Athena swallowed as she realized the erotic trap that Tiffany was in.

How is she ever going to forgive me? Athena wondered. It didn’t matter that there was no way to stop herself, guilt flooded over Athena as she realized what her friend was about to go through.

No! I won’t let me! I won’t do this!

She tried to stop herself but Athena was helpless as she reached down and ran her fingers across the soles of Crimson’s feet. Even half asleep they were sensitive and Crimson struggled. The struggle caused the tormenting bondage to start and she started to moan.

Damn me! I’m too weak!

“Well that’s pretty good,” Electra admitted. She had to try twice to get the words out of her dry mouth. The bondage Marvin used excited her so much Electra felt damp with sweat and lust. She could tell Orestes felt the same way.

“Mom grabs meter maids for me and Minerva to practice on sometimes,” Marvin said modestly. He handed the doll to Electra. “She says were not old enough to do it to heroines.”

“They never think we’re old enough!” Electra exclaimed.

“Well you’re old enough for now,” Orestes said.

“Now to steal some more money,” Electra said.

Athena felt herself moving toward the terminal again and if she could have cried she would have. This was more than a nightmare! Behind her Athena could hear Tiffany’s half-conscious moans.

Just as she reached the computer the screen went dark and Electra turned to see that Chuck had rolled over to the wall and was slamming his foot against a square white block. The network link!

I’ll kiss him! Athena thought exultantly but she knew that who ever was controlling her body had other ideas. Terror flooded through Athena’s soul as she was made to move toward him.

Tiffany woke up slowly and her mind struggled to focus on anything but her body. Someone was between her legs, someone was massaging her breast and pinching them and it felt gloriously decadent. When she came fully awake Tiffany realized that the only person molesting her body was herself.

At first she tried to break free but all that got her was more stimulus. Pulling her legs dragged the crotch rope and pulling her arms pulled and tugged at her breasts. Tiffany couldn’t stop as the bondage excited her. She rolled on the floor moaning and pulling as her body defeated her mind, demanding that she not think: only react.

“Ahhhhh!!!” Tiffany shouted in frustration and then the answer hit her. Rolling onto her side Tiffany flexed her fingers and her legs harder and harder, moving them to a rhythm that her own erotic impulses dictated. It built and built and built until at last with a shout that turned into a scream Tiffany climaxed and the bonds that held her snapped as her body stiffened straight.

After that Tiffany lay on the floor for a few minutes breathing hard.

“Be… Best… Best way to escape a trap Ever!” Tiffany gasped as she rolled over and got to her hands and knees. A quick look around told her that Athena was gone. The guard lay next to a broken terminal link and for a heart-stopping moment Tiffany thought that he was dead. Athena would never forgive herself if her body had been used to kill someone. But he was breathing and she knew he’d just been knocked out. Tiffany let out a sigh of relief.

“Glad you didn’t see that,” Tiffany said. Gathering up her costume she staggered out of the office and into the corridor. A quick search turned up a ladies room.

“Ok,” Tiffany talked to herself as she washed off the sweat and the sex. “Who ever it is they have complete control but she’s not stiff. She moved too well. She took me down too easy.” Tiffany stopped and replayed the encounter in her mind. “She hit first, how’d she see me coming?”

Tiffany closed her eyes and in her mind she replayed every detail of the battle. There was something…

The pigeon. No way a pigeon would stay that still through a battle. Who ever was controlling Athena wasn’t seeing through her eyes, they were watching remotely. She focused her memory more and recognized the tell-tale signs of a robotic decoy.

“Right!” Tiffany snapped as she struggled into her costume again. “I find the frequency and I can link into the picture and find her. Some sort of electronic control. This time I won’t be the one caught off guard.”

The snow had started to fall again and Athena felt her body start to shiver. She’d been flying over the city for nearly an hour now and so far the worst that she’d been made to do was knock over a few ATM’s and smash a few jewelry store windows. Athena didn’t know what bothered her more, the fact that who ever was controlling her was bored or the fact that they were controlling her at all.

She was flying over the Sea Side Mall when Tiffany attacked. Athena felt the impact as Tiffany slammed into her back at full speed and drove her into the gravel roof.

Go for it! Athena thought as Tiffany picked her up and slammed her head first into a heating vent. Beat me up and then tie me up!

“Fight back!” Marvin shouted.

“I’m trying!” Orestes snapped. “But I can’t see! Keep her busy.” He said tossing the doll to Electra.

The last image from the pigeon had been Crimson Dynmo’s fist. Now all that they could do was direct the captive Athena to fight back and that wasn’t good enough. Orestes started to work at the computer terminal and after a few minutes the screen lit up with a surveillance camera view of the rooftop. But it was too late and they watched as with one last punch Crimson knocked Athena to the roof. The doll started to dissolve and Electra snarled.

“Damn bitch!”

“It was fun while it lasted,” Orestes said.

“Why stop now?” Marvin asked picking up the pipe and lighting it.

Athena lay semi-conscious and Tiffany relaxed as bit as smoke flowed out of her friends nostrils. They had been using magic to control her, but technology to keep her in sight.

“Well I’m glad this is…” Tiffany stopped speaking as she saw the smoke flow toward her. She managed to take a few steps back before it enveloped her head and forced its way into her nose and mouth. She gagged as her body tried to sneeze and repel the invader. Her stomach roiled as the repulsive smell hit her. It smelled like an old grave that had just been opened. Tiffany felt her body begin to stiffen and with her last bit of self control reached into her belt and pushed a hidden set of buttons. Then her arm fell to her side. But it didn’t fall. It was pushed and pulled at the same time. Tiffany felt her muscles contract with her efforts to move them; she felt the feedback from her nerves as her limbs were held in place. It was as if she had grasped her hands together in front of her and was trying to pull them apart without releasing her grip. Some force held every limb and laughed at her attempts to move.

“Crimson?” Athena asked getting up and shaking her head. “Crimson I’m free… I’m…”

Tiffany couldn’t stop herself from kicking Athena in the face. She couldn’t shout a warning or even force herself to look away.

Athena fell back and Tiffany realized that she’d missed and only scored a glancing blow. Tiffany charged and a still groggy Athena couldn’t dodge in time. The charge carried them onto one of the skylights and Tiffany felt the glass break under the impact. Then they were falling into the Sea Side Mall and Tiffany realized she couldn’t trigger the command to fly.

I hope this’ll knock me out. Tiffany thought as the floor of the mall came up to meet her.

“Lost them!” Electra cursed.

“I’m busy keeping the cops away,” Marvin replied at the terminal.

“I’ll find them,” Orestes said calling up the mall security feed on his own terminal.

“There!” Electra snapped as the image came on the screen. Crimson and Athena were fighting in the remains of a dentist office.

“She’s loosing,” Orestes said.

Athena knew what Crimson was going through and she wished that she could stop. But she couldn’t. Who ever was controlling her friend wasn’t doing it as well as they had controlled Athena, but Crimson was powerful enough to cause real damage.

Sorry Tiff, Athena thought as she rammed her fist into Tiffany’s jaw.

The blow sent Tiffany through a door and into a file room. She landed on a young woman with thick glasses and brown hair. The woman was wearing jeans and a Justin Beiber T-shirt.

Athena rushed through the doorway but who ever had control of Crimson was faster. Crimson grabbed the girl, twisting her arm behind her back and taking hold of her jaw.

“One more step and I twist her head off,” Crimson warned.

“Who are you?” Athena demanded stopping.

“Right now I’m the one with the strings,” Crimson said. She stood up and dragged the girl up with her.

“Let me go!” The girl pleaded. “I’m just a temp!”

“Yea, you’re temporarily alive,” Crimson said.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Athena growled.

“I won’t,” Crimson said “if you do what I say. Move back into that room.”

Athena backed up slowly and Crimson followed her.

“Crimson I know this isn’t you,” Athena said.

“So what?” Crimson demanded. “Now get in the chair.”

Oh yea, Athena thought as she sat down in the dentist chair. Please tie me up. I’ll be loose faster than you can blink.

Crimson released her hold on the young girl’s arm and reached through a door that had been broken in half. She pulled out a metal tank and a facemask tossed them to Athena.

“Put the mask over your face and turn the valve,” Crimson ordered. “Do it!” She hissed when Athena hesitated.

Furious with herself Athena put the mask on and turned on the gas. She was free and who ever it was still held all of the cards.

At first she felt nothing. Then the world seemed to shudder and then it started to spin. Athena felt dizzy even though she was lying down. She began to see little demons flying about the room and wondered if the gas was giving her the ability to see the culprits. They changed into little flying copies of herself and Athena found that very funny. She started to giggle.

“Well now what?” Orestes asked.

“We don’t have much time before the cops show up,” Marvin said. “Maybe we’ve had enough fun.”

“You can never have enough fun,” Electra said smiling. “We need a big finish.”

“I got an idea if you give me the doll,” Marvin said. “You know what’s in the Sea Side Mall?”

“Overpriced junk,” Orestes said.

“Yea, and the Evil Overlords Comic Book Emporium.”

“What?” Electra demanded.

“Just give them to me and I’ll show you,” Marvin said.

“Let me knock the temp out first,” Electra said.

A comic book store? Tiffany wondered as she carried Athena into the store. The mall had been virtually deserted and she could hear the fire alarm going off. The gas mask was still on Athena’s face and Tiffany carried the tank under her arm while Athena was slung over her shoulder. Her friend was helplessly giggling. Tiffany ran over to the far wall and up to life sized mannequins wearing Ultra Woman, White Owl and Star Spangled Girl costumes. Putting the tank down Tiffany squeezed Ultra Woman’s right breast three times and her left breast five times. There was a shudder and the wall behind the mannequins slid away to reveal another room. Tiffany picked up the tank and walked into the room. As soon as she did so the wall slid shut behind her and the lights came on.

Oh no!

The place was a film set. A bondage/submission/pornographic film set! Cages, whips, frames and beds with chains on them filled the room. Along with cameras and lights. Tiffany carried Athena over to one of the beds and laid her down on it. Then she pulled Athena’s underwear off of her. Athena lay nude and spread out and for a few minutes Crimson was forced to sit on the bed and just stare at her. Then she fastened chains to Athena’s wrists and ankles. Athena’s eyes were glazed over and she kept giggling.

“Now to get the lighting right,” Tiffany heard herself say.

“How’d you know that was there?” Orestes asked.

“I’m a gopher there on weekends,” Marvin said. “Mom says I gotta learn that you have to have legit money to hide the stolen money. Tax dodges and stuff like that.”

“Your mom says stuff like that too?” Electra asked exasperated.

“She embroiders it on pillows,” Marvin said. “Like we’re ever gonna get caught.”

“Parents,” Electra, Orestes and Marvin said at the same time.

“You wanna do dom/sub or toys?” Marvin asked.

“Dom/Sub!” Electra purred.

“Sure?” Marvin asked. “We got the V 8000 in last week.”

Tiffany swallowed hard with fear and was surprised that the physical response was still possible. The box under the counter was bright pink with gold sparkles. It had a clear plastic window and inside was the most elaborate, largest and dangerous looking vibrator that Tiffany had ever seen.

‘V 8000 SV,’ Tiffany read from the box. ‘Dual action neg-core powered sexual aid. Hours of fun! Fun!! Fun!!! Electro-stimulation for both partners!’

Tiffany ripped the box apart and took the vibrator out. It was at least a foot long, two inches thick and the head sported silver studs while the shaft had tiny silver whiskers. The back of it had a stem that was nearly as large and it also had silver whiskers and a silver stud. A gold harness fell out of the box and onto the floor.

Oh no! Tiffany shriek silently as she started to undress. No! NO! Neg-core! NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!

All that Tiffany was able to do was to make her hands tremble. She pulled her costume off and then inserted the vibrator into the harness and pulled it on. As soon as her end of the vibrator slid into her pussy the instrument turned on giving her an erotic shock. Then it started to hum and glow red. She could feel it in her, vibrating slowly and every so often giving off an electric shock.

Oh god Athena I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Neg-core… Oh god! Why the hell would anyone use a extra-dimensional field generator for a power source for a vibrator? It’ll never stop!

Tiffany walked over to the bed and got onto it. She saw Athena’s eyes clear for just a moment as the bed shifted and saw the fear in them. Helplessly laughing Athena tugged pathetically against her bonds.

I WON’T DO THIS! Tiffany wailed.

The force controlling her paid no attention to Tiffany’s near hysterical declaration. Tiffany crawled slowly up over her friend and reached out to caress Athena’s breasts.

Oh god! Tiffany thought. She had never been turned on and repulsed at the same time. Tiffany felt a wave of self hatred tear through her. Tiffany was fighting with every bit of will power that she could drag out of her soul but her body… her body was not only helpless against the force it was also responding to the sex! Her pussy was wet, her breasts stiff and heavy and she was sweating.

I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again, Tiffany thought as she kissed Athena’s breast. She spent a few minutes kissing and massaging them while Athena moaned and laughed. Then Tiffany reached down to make sure that the vibrator entered her friend. Athena gasped and Tiffany realized that her friend was succumbing to her body as well. And the tape was running! They’d never be able to live this down!

“Alright luv that’s enough of that.”

Someone grabbed Tiffany from behind and pulled her onto her back. The person had Tiffany’s eyes covered but Tiffany recognized the voice and relief flooded into her. A chanted incantation filled the room and Tiffany suddenly found that she could move.

Athena tried valiantly to fight her way through the gas as Tiffany climbed onto the bed. But she failed. Still enough of her remained to pull at the restraints. The vibrator between Tiffany’s legs was scary enough but when it started to glow red Athena’s fear was almost enough to break free of the effects of the gas. As she felt Tiffany start to caress her breasts and felt her body start to respond Athena found her eyes drawn to the dimness beyond the studio lights.

How are we ever going to face each other? Athena thought. I know it’s not her, she knows it’s not me; but it’s our bodies! This isn’t like the last time! I love her but…

“All right love that’s enough of that.”

Through the haze of the nitrous oxide Athena managed to focus on a figure that grabbed Tiffany from behind and pulled her away. Athena watched fuzzily as the woman held Tiffany down with a hand over her eyes and chanted something that sounded vaguely Greek. Tiffany sighed and went limp as black smoke rose from her body and coalesced into the shape of a doll. The doll floated over to the woman’s hand and she let Tiffany go. Then she reached over and pulled the gas mask off of Athena’s face.

“Just rest luv,” She said. “You’ll feel better in a few minutes.”

“Thank god!” Tiffany said wrapping the newcomer in a hug. “I almost…”

“Oh yea girl,” the newcomer said holding up the vibrator “I saw.”

Athena blinked and her eyes started to focus. The newcomer was the same height as Tiffany but she wasn’t human. Her fur was white with black stripes and her face was that of a cat with human features. Infinitely deep green eyes looked upon the world with amusement and wisdom. She was a woman in form at least, but with a tail. She wore a tight blue vest that showed off slender breasts and stomach and a black and blue short skirt along with a deep blue cloak.

“Cats?” Athena said as her mind cleared. “You’re a… cat?”

“I did a few seasons with them yes,” The new comer said as she released Athena’s wrist. Tiffany released the other one. “Won awards I did before I retired.”

“Athena meet Ms. Cheeky Minx,” Tiffany said. “Professor of Sorcery at Harvard University. I got her on speed dial and when I felt the smoke starting to possess me I hit the panic button.”

“And got here just in the nick of time,” Cheeky said her soft voice matching the lower class English accent. She held up the doll. “Athena’s Bane. Someone has been naughty.”

“Can you tell us who?” Athena asked.

“Of course.” Cheeky said. She whispered an incantation over the doll. As soon as she was done it started to turn like a compass. “This will lead us right to whoever’s in charge.”

“Get rid of it!” Orestes shouted.

“I can’t!” Marvin shouted back. The pipe was stuck to his hand and it was glowing a dangerous shade of red.

“Orestes get the transmat warmed up,” Electra said. She felt a sick feeling start to well up in her stomach. “We can send him across town or something.”

“They’ll kill me!” Marvin said.

“Better you than us,” Orestes said reaching for him.

“You do that and I’ll tell them you were involved!” Marvin threatened.

“Cut off his hand,” Electra said. “We can send that away.”

“No!” Marvin shouted. “I need this hand!”

“Who do we know who’s good with magic?” Orestes asked.

“Minerva’s good with…” Marvin headed toward the table. He stopped and they looked down. Minerva had freed one arm from the webbing and it was resting on Electra’s cell phone.

“We are in trouble,” Orestes said.

“Yes,” Monica Powers said appearing behind them in the doorway. “Yes you are.”

“Mom!” Electra exclaimed as the sick feeling of fear in her stomach tripled in intensity. “But…”

“They did it!” Marvin said. “It was their idea!”

Monica sighed and opened her own cell phone. After a moment she spoke into it.

“Hello Paracelsus? Monica. I need to call in a family favor. Now. As in very, very fast! No. No I’m not… Yes I am but…” She sighed. “Ok. Yes both of us. Just get the Piper Pipe out of here before we’re hip deep in superheroes. I don’t care where, just away from here.”

Electra breathed a sigh of relief as the pipe vanished from Marvin’s hand. That sigh turned to a sharp intake of breath as she saw the look on her mother’s face.

“Technically we didn’t leave the house,” Orestes said.

“And it was all Marvin’s idea,” Electra said.

They all took a step back as Monica took a step forward and picked up Minerva. Electra wilted as she saw the look Minerva gave her.

The Buffoon looked at his cards and then at the men seated around him. They were all his men and of course they were all cheating. But then so was he. The difference was that he’d win or they’d die. The new lair was set, his gang was nearly ready and there were lots of places to rob and lots of heroines to torment. Life was good.

“Ok mugs listen up,” He said as he palmed another ace into his hand. “We got the good set up here, no one knows where we are…”

There was a popping sound and a pile of treasure appeared on the table in front of him. He was still puzzling over that when the door to the room shattered into splinters and White Owl and Crimson Dynamo charged in. When they saw him both women snarled in fury.

Electra gagged but the potion went down her throat anyway. She didn’t have much choice with her mother holding her arms behind her back and a full sized Minerva holding her nose. The stuff tasted like garlic laced Coke and as soon as they released her Electra fell to the floor. She gasped painfully as something squeezed her breasts. Her legs twitched as the potion took hold. Electra couldn’t breathe or see for a moment and when that moment was over she was lying on the floor in the pile of cloth that had been her clothes. Above her, towering over her was her mother and Minerva.

“Well, well.” Minerva said picking her up. Her fingers flowed over Electra’s nude shrunken body. Still dazed Electra tried to fight back but it was futile. The world whirled around the newly shrunken teen as Minerva dumped her into a cardboard box with Marvin and Orestes. They were shrunk and nude as well and Marvin’s lustful stare sparked the anger that started to clear Electra’s mind.

“Remember Minerva nothing permanent,” Electra heard her mother say. “I don’t want to find limbs missing when I come home.”

“Don’t worry Aunt Monica,” Minerva said, “we’re just going to play kid games.”

Electra looked up to see her mother’s face fill the sky.

“Electra this isn’t over,” Monica said, “next weekend you and I and Orestes are going to pay a visit to Uncle Paracelsus. He remembers you and his daughter remembers Orestes. Think about that the next time you decide to disobey.”

Electra slumped against the side of the box.

“I guess this is why you should be kind to your in-laws,” Orestes said.

Electra was about to respond when Minerva’s hand reached into the box and picked him up. Marvin and Electra were too small to see over the edge but Orestes screams were easily heard.

Electra started to dig into the side of the box with her fingers. There was little hope but she wasn’t going without a fight. She had sharp nails and it was only cardboard. The next moment Marvin was grabbed and she was alone.

“This can’t be happening to me,” Electra hissed as she dug harder at the cardboard. “I’m going to be the greatest villainess of all time! People are going to be scared of my shadow! I can’t be…”

Minerva grabbed her ankle and pulled Electra out of the box upside-down.

“Hello!” Minerva sang brightly. “Ready to play some games?”

Fear paralyzed Electra’s voice. Minerva turned her right side up and carried her around the room.

“We have darts,” Minerva said. Electra swallowed hard. Orestes and Marvin hung upside-down on the dartboard and a few of the darts were very close. Minerva moved on and sat down at the table. “Or my favorite, Rock’em Sock’em Robots!”

“What?” Electra demanded as Minerva started to tie her to the blue robot. Minerva tied her limbs to the robots limbs and added a string around Electra’s waist to hold her in place.

“You’re just going to smack me around?” Electra demanded. “What a lame… HEY!”

Minvera giggled as she pulled the elastic string between Electra’s legs and over her shoulder. Then she pulled it snug and it bit into Electra’s sex.

“Think you can move?” Minerva asked and Electra squirmed. “I hope you can do better than that.”

Minerva took hold of the controller for the red robot and pushed the plunger. Electra was caught off guard and the hard plastic fist smashed into her face.

“You bitch!” She swore and when the next blow started to come at her she managed to block it by moving her arm. The robots arm moved with it and saved her. “Come on then!” Electra shouted. “Bring it you…”

Minerva dodged her block and Electra pulled out of the way as the plastic fist again sailed toward her head. It missed her and she felt a felling of triumph. But the next second that feeling changed. Minerva’s blow hit the blue robot on the chin and as its designer’s intended the head shot up on a spring pulling the crotch rope tight.

“Ah!” Electra gasped.

“Round one to me!” Minerva purred. She reached down and pinched Electra’s nipples. The she pushed the head of the robot down again and reset the rope. “Ready for round two?”

Electra whimpered as the red robot moved toward her again.

Athena sat on her couch with Daisy curled up on her lap. Beside her Tiffany sat with a bowl of popcorn on her lap.

“Uh-huh,” Tiffany said speaking into her cell phone. “Thanks.”

She hung up the cell phone and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of them.

“Good news?” Athena asked.

“Pretty good,” Tiffany said. “Some bad. The Fanboy was able to blank the security tapes of you in the bank and in the mall. He told me that the Buffon is in trouble, seems everyone knows he forced you to steal that money and the Boss’s aren’t happy about that. Once he gets out of the hospital ward he’s not going to stay out that long.”

“Good,” Athena said with satisfaction. She sniffed at her hand.

“We smell fine,” Tiffany said.

“Finally,” Athena said. “Who uses radioactive stink bombs anymore?” She demanded.

Tiffany sighed. It had taken hours in the shower, both of them scrubbing at each other to get the smell of the Buffoons smoke/knockout bombs off and clean off the radiation. Hours in the shower with a nude Athena and Tiffany had seldom been less aroused in her entire life.

“I’m sorry,” She said.

“What was the bad news?” Athena asked.

“Fanboy told me he’s keeping one of the pictures for his own use.” Tiffany shuddered. “God I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Athena said. She picked up the remote control and started the DVD. “But from now on if we really want to relax we do it in-house.”

Tiffany sighed and settled down to watch Leo McKern.

End.

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