The Global Protectors – Seven Days

By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com

The Global Protectors, Ultra Woman and Dynamo are copyright Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone), other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus.

Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially the Incredible Behemoth who is like totally not a spoof of the Hulk. Honest. Really.

Please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!

Part 4 – Tigress’ Tuesday

Probably the most feared Global Protector, Tigress is said to have the best fighting and tracking skills on the team. Responsible for training the Protectors, she practices relentlessly, often spending her own time tracking down teenaged gang members and bringing them in. She also founded the Global Protector’s Second Chance Program where juvenile delinquents have a chance to work in the GP’s headquarters.

(From The Big Book of Superheroes and Heroines – 2004 Edition)

Promptly at 5am Tigress woke up. She stretched her naked body and cracked her back. She rose from her hard bed and spent the next hour doing stretching exercises and martial arts kata on the cold concrete floor. Every muscle on her lean, hard body was worked as she went through her punishing routine. Tigress put in some extra time to ensure she was fully recovered from the punishment she had endured yesterday. After nearly drowning in the St. Griffin River she had then spent hours working with Ultra Woman and the others repairing the damage to the city and digging out trapped victims of the rampage. When she was satisfied she was back at 100% the Global Protector’s deputy leader took a cold shower and put on her costume.

By 6 she was stalking the dark halls of the Gaea building checking on the others. Rising Sun was doing late night monitor duty with a pot of strong coffee and a technical journal. The Japanese girl was still shaky from the robot’s electric shock but would be fine after some sleep. Valkyrie was also showing signs of recovery after being buried under tons of steel for two hours. La Sola had gone home but would probably be fine as well. Especially since Carmen preferred to sleep to noon or so. Tigress could not understand why any woman would choose to sleep her life away but Carmen seemed to prefer sleeping to doing.

Maple Leaf was not doing as well, Tigress found her asleep in her chair with her face on the keyboard creating an infinitely long e-mail consisting entirely of "sdfghjk". Tigress sighed and put her leader back on the couch, the unconscious Canadian barely stirred.

Tigress headed back to the monitor room and learned that Shamrock would be returning around 8 am (good, they needed more help) and that Star was still in LA (even better, Star’s ‘help’ was worse than no help at all). She canceled Maple Leaf’s appointments for the rest of the day and sent Rising Sun home to get some sleep. Then she started to look for something to do.

Yesterday she had been beaten and humiliated by a mere robot, today she needed revenge.

***

Tigress printed out the last file she wanted just as Shamrock’s cab pulled up. The Irish girl was still wearing her formal costume, now filthy and torn after several battles and 48 hours of travel. Her hair was ragged and there were dark circles under the girl’s eyes.

"Oh, hi Tigress, I’m just here to pick up a spare costume and then go home and get some rest, you won’t believe it but I was sitting next to screaming babies for the whole flight and my stomach was upset from the time in zero-gee-"

"Shamrock, you will take monitor duty until Valkyrie relieves you at midnight. Maple Leaf is off today, I am going on a private mission, refer any problems to Rising Sun or La Sola."

"But… but… I haven’t slept in three days, I haven’t showered, my clothes are filthy…I just need an hour or two so I can-"

"Shamrock, although Maple Leaf might tolerate your whines-"

"But…"

"-I certainly do not. The monitor chair is there, and expect you to be in it until you are relieved."

"Uh…" Shamrock looked at Tigress’ eyes and admitted defeat. "Can I at least ask where you’re going?"

"No you may not. See you at the meeting tomorrow morning."

***

Tigress flew out of the city towards the mountains upstate. For the last few days a supervillain team called Fatally Fearsome Five had been robbing banks out that way. The F³ was an alliance of some of the Global Protector’s worst enemies. Each one of them was a threat, together they boasted they would demolish the heroines. Tigress had decided to pre-empt this threat before they could prove their boasts.

In addition to the bank robberies, there were reports of downed trees and mysterious craters in Schwartz National Park. It was easy to conclude the F³ was using the caverns under Schwartz park as their base and a quick comparison of the Park Ranger reports and a map of the caverns had shown Tigress where their base was.

It was simple really. Tigress could never understand why no one else seemed to see these things.

But she wasn’t complaining, it just meant more prey for her.

***

Tigress staked out a position in a tree near the entrance. As she hid among the leaves she was glad her native Kenya had a sensible green and black flag. She didn’t know what she would do if her costume was white and red like Maple Leaf’s.

She set her communicator to monitor local police frequencies. There was already a report of a daring bank robbery to the west. Tigress grinned and looked west. Soon she was rewarded when her keen eyes picked out electric sparks traveling across the horizon. She focused and saw the supervillain Dynamo flying towards her position.

Dynamo was one of the Global Protector’s oldest foes. His electrical powers allowed him to fly and fire energy blasts but that was not all. The villain had learned to use his powers in several subtle ways, from deactivating alarms to activating the pleasure centers in women. Tigress has already been the recipient of his electrical ‘stimulation’ once and now she was eager for a rematch.

Dynamo was humming to himself as he headed back to base. The money was safely in his LL Bean backpack and skies were free of meddling heroines. Moving out of Megapolis was the best thing they’d ever done. Upstate there were no superheroes to mess with them, no Ultra Woman punching his face in, no Captain Liberty kicking him in the balls, life was good. He sort of missed his tussles with the Glorified Prostitutes but that was the sacrifice he had to make for the quiet life. Besides he’d heard Aussie Girl was off the team and without her it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun… Still, maybe he could look up the redhead though. She was hot and he was pretty sure he remembered her secret ID. Shannon something…

So he was completely oblivious right up until Tigress rammed him with a pine tree. The blow stunned him, he lost control and plummeted to the ground. At the last second he managed to concentrate and use his powers to shield himself but he still felt most of the impact. On his knees he looked up at Tigress towering above him. "Hey... wait…" Her fist landed in his face putting him out for a while.

***

Dressed in a cotton blouse and short skirt Rising Sun strolled into the monitor room. Something in there smelled foul and she had to investigate. Had the Slimeoids entered the Gaea building again?

But it was just Shamrock sitting around in filthy clothes watching the monitor.

"Oh Kisume! I have to tell you what happened!"

The prim Japanese girl backed away quickly before Shamrock could hug her.

"Oh, uh, gomen nasai, Shamrock, but I have to leave for Japan today. I have a big convention to go to and…"

"But… but… I want to tell you about this guy I met, James Stock, you see…"

Desperate to avoid another chapter of the endless soap opera 'Shamrock's Lost Loves' Rising Sun took a few more steps back bowing several times in apology.

"Sorry, so sorry Shannon-san but I really must go now. I promise I will talk to you when I return from Japan."

"Um, OK, I guess. Have a good trip Kisume."

Crestfallen, Shamrock turned back to her glowing monitors.

***

Dynamo awoke. He was still in the mountains somewhere but now he as wrapped in steel cable and staked to the ground. Tigress stood over him looking down on the defeated villain.

"Oh shit." Desperate he tried to generate a bolt and stun her but the electricity flowed harmlessly into the ground.

"Hello Dynamo. Don't bother trying to attack me you foolish man, you are grounded, your powers are almost useless." She kicked him painfully in the ribs. "I’m sure you remember what you did to me that time in Vermont."

"Listen Tigress, I didn’t- OW!" Dynamo’s eyes opened wide, he realized she was serious.

"And what you did to La Sola in the prison." She kicked him again.

"AH!" He started to sweat, he tried to wiggle free of the cable but could not.

"And what you did to poor Shamrock in that internet auction." He was sure he heard bones crack after that kick.

"God damnit! Stop! Please. Aren’t you supposed to take me to jail or something? I thought you good guys didn’t go for this whole tie ‘em up and torture them thing."

Tigress knelt down next to his her, her deep voice dropping to subtle whisper. Dynamo started to shake.

"You’re grounded now, your powers are almost useless, and no one knows where you are except me. Do you want to live?"

"Y-yes? Please? I’m really sorry. I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me OK?"

"Anything?" Tigress smiled. "I am so glad to hear that." She reached down and felt for the fly on Dynamo’s spandex costume. Her fingers reached inside and pulled out his thick member.

"Oh God, oh God, please don’t crush my balls, please…"

"We’ll see little man, we’ll see." Tigress threw one strong leg over Dynamo’s muscular body straddling it. She pulled down her costume unleashing her large firm tits. Despite his fear, Dynamo’s eyes almost bugged out, she wasn't… she wouldn't really…

"You used your powers to simulate me once, to cause orgasm after orgasm in my body. Do you think you can do that now?"

Dynamo nodded furiously.

"Then pleasure me little man, pleasure me as though your life depended on it."

***

"Oh God… oh God…" Dynamo muttered weakly as Tigress put her costume back on. The once potent villain was still lying in the dirt bound by steel cables.

"Not bad little man. Not bad at all. Too bad your stamina is so low, were it higher you might actually be able to satisfy a woman."

"Puh-please Tigress, no more… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

"You may wait here while I deal with your teammates. I hope you regain your strength by then."

Dynamo muttered a short 'huh?'

"For your sake." Tigress added as she flew off.

Dynamo's eyes went wide with fear.

After the Kenyan heroine left he looked down at 'little Dynamo' hanging there limply. He couldn't feel a thing below his waist. Dynamo didn't know how much time he really had but somehow he felt it would be a long time before 'little Dynamo' was ready for anything.

***

Back at the Gaea building Maple Leaf finally stirred. She put on a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt and stumbled out of her office to look for some aspirin. Heading back from the storage room she poked her head into the monitor room to see how things were going.

"Shamrock, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Me? I’m, I’m doing monitor duty. W-why?"

"Then tell me why do you look like a homeless bum?"

"Well, I, I mean, Tigress said… I was…"

"Enough of your excuses. Go downstairs, take a shower, put on a fresh costume and then, when you are presentable, get to work."

"But… oh… OK… thanks Maple Leaf! Oh, can you cover the monitors until I’m done?"

"No Shamrock, unlike you, my time is valuable. I’m sure everything will be fine for the next twenty minutes or whatever."

Maple Leaf grumbled as she headed back to the office. Now she had to tell Shamrock how to dress herself, what next? Why couldn’t it be Shamrock who lost her powers? Aussie Girl more or less had her shit together. Maple Leaf muttered another curse. She’d have to do something about the team's deadwood before too long. She just could not put up with this aggravation.

***

Tigress headed for the cave entrance she had identified earlier. While checking it for traps she spotted a purple high-performance motorcycle hidden under some brush. Not the usual choice of hikers. Was there another superhero working on this case? Tigress was annoyed that she might have to put up with some competition.

But it didn't affect her performance. She slipped in making less noise than a mouse and headed deeper into the F³'s caverns. Her keen ears centered on low moans and cries of pain coming from ahead. The trademark sounds of Master Menace and Madam Manacle, the S&M themed supervillians the Global Protectors had tangled with many times before.

Menace and Manacle were husband and wife, two bored suburbanites who had tried to spice up their marriage with some bedroom games. They'd enjoyed them a bit too much and started abducting famous men and women to join in their perverted fantasies. The Global Protectors had locked them up more than once but their skills in bondage made them expert escape artists. No jail had been able to hold them for long.

The two villains preferred to wear leather bondage outfits: corsets, hoods, high boots, collars and lots of straps. They weren't that good in a fight but were experts with the whip and always kept plenty of chloroform around. Pretty scary for normal citizens, but little match for a superheroine. In the past they'd abducted several of the Global Protectors by ambushing them. Tigress looked forward to turning the tables back on them.

But who was their captive this time? The African huntress crept up to a ledge and peeked down, counting on the two villains to be distracted.

The cave below was filled with hoods, bondage outfits, chains and ropes as well as various whips, dildos and electrodes. Master Menace was trying out different whips, trying to pick one he liked while Madam Manacle stood over their tortured prisoner.

The poor girl was a shapely redhead was bound to a table in the center, spread-eagled by chains and leather cuffs. She was still wearing the tattered remains of a purple skintight spandex outfit toped with a pointy eared cowl. But strategic areas of the costume had been removed, giving the gloating villainess full access to the weeping girl's breast and crotch.

Despite her ragged costume, Tigress recognized her instantly as Nightbat Girl, Nightbat's female protégé. Tigress had never met her and reports on the girl were inconsistent. Some thought she was highly competent and motivated but in other stories she was a flaky bimbo always getting chloroformed and tied up. From the looks of things the second version was more accurate.

"Please mistress" the fallen heroine sobbed "please don't hurt me, please let me pleasure you, please let me serve you."

Manacle smacked the young redhead across the face. "Did you use the forbidden word 'me'?" She smacked her again. "Cum-slaves may not use that word, only masters and mistresses may use that word. Slaves have no identity, they are just property!" She smacked the prisoner a third time.

Nightbat Girl sobbed again and cried out "oh please forgive your slave mistress! Your slave is a foolish girl and only wants to serve her beautiful mistress!"

"Well let's see how good you are."

The sadist dipped her hands in oil and began to caress Nightbat Girl's erogenous zones forcing the captive heroine to respond. NBG's nipples became erect and her pussy opened wide, becoming wet from the stimulation. Madam Manacle chose an enormous dildo and held it in front of the dark angel's half-open eyes. Moaning, Nightbat Girl gave the dildo a hungry look.

"Oh yes… that looks so good… fuck me with it! Fuck me with your dildo mistress!"

But Manacle dropped the dildo and slapped her across the face. Her other hand squeezed her slave's breast mashing it like a balloon.

"There's that word again slave, that forbidden word. Do you like pain? You must, or you wouldn't use it."

"P-please mistress, forgive your slave, please…"

"Menace, come here, I think this slave needs a good whipping."

"Coming dear."

***

Disgusted by Nightbat Girl's pitiful begging, Tigress decided it was time to act. With a loud roar she leapt down into the torture chamber landing in front of the startled Manacle. Grabbing a chain from the rack the Protector's greatest warrior quickly wrapped it around the villainess rendering her helpless.

"Hey! No fair! I'm the one who's supposed to-AH!"

A quick kick to the head broke Manacle's jaw silencing her for a while.

Menace had a bullwhip but dropped it when he saw who he was facing.

"Oh shit."

He took off his gimp mask exposing his puffy balding face. "Look, hey Tigress, this was all my wife's idea OK? I'm, I'm just another of her victims and…FUCK!"

Tigress had grabbed his arms and broken both of them. A savage kick to the nuts put him on his knees and an elbow to the back of the head put him out. Tigress then turned her attention to the abused heroine before her.

"Mistress? What's happening mistress? Will you whip your slave? Please whip your… huh?" Nightbat Girl blinked a few times and blushed red.

"Oh hey, uh Tigress right? From the Global Protectors? I guess you're like, here to save me and stuff."

Silently Tigress snapped Nightbat Girl's chains.

"Look, uh, that stuff I was saying, I was just like playing along right. Y'know lulling them into a false state of security. It's not like I enjoy getting tied up, and rubbed, and whipped and fucked, again and again and again…" Nightbat Girl started unconsciously rubbing her breasts and crotch at the thought and then caught herself. "So, like, you don't need to tell Nightbat about this right? Cause really, I think we can keep this between us OK? Tigress? Hello?"

"Get out."

"Huh?"

"Get out of here and do not come back. I never want to see you again slut."

"Hey! I mean, that's a little harsh there, so maybe I like enjoyed that a bit, is that so wrong, I mean a lot of heroines get into the whole dominant/submissive thing and…"

Tigress glared at the purple clad heroine and let out a low throaty growl.

"I, I guess I'll just go now."

Nightbat Girl ran for her bike, thankful she always kept a spare costume there for emergencies like this.

***

Shamrock emerged from the long awaited shower feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She'd washed a couple of extra times 'downstairs' to make sure the last traces of that pig James Stock were gone. "I'll never trust an Englishman again. Damn Brits, they're all monsters."

She put on a fresh costume (even that skimpy garment was welcome after three days in the same outfit) and headed upstairs to continue monitor duty.

But someone was already there. A strange girl in a drab pants suit with unwashed hair.

And she was looking at the Global Protector's classified files!

"Um, excuse me?"

"Oh my God! It's you! Shamrock! Wow! It's so good to finally meet you, I'm Eliza, I'm like the new intern and I'm like your biggest fan!"

"Me? Really?"

"Oh yeah, I really like how you're like, all about the heroics and not into like, making albums and being on TV and stuff. You like, just want to help people and that's what's it all about yo."

Shamrock blushed at the praise. "Wow, thanks, I mean we all care about helping people but sometimes I think…"

"That the others a bit superficial?"

"Well… I shouldn't say something like that, they're my friends and all but…"

"I hear you Sham, I hear you. I was wondering if you could give me a hand with something, Maple Leaf asked me to like make a copy of the team's psychological profiles for her and I can't find them on the computer."

"Huh? The psych profiles? Oh those are in Valkyrie's secure directory cause they're private. I mean, even I've never seen them."

"Oh gee, well can't we over-ride that or something? Maple Leaf really needs them."

"Yeah, I guess, but like, why didn't she just do that herself?"

"Oh you know how she is Sham, always busy worrying about money and shit. I'm sure she wouldn't have asked me to get them it she wasn't too busy or something."

"Oh that Maple Leaf it's like all she cares about is money, do you know what she said to me today?"

"Oh you have got to tell me about that, but can you make the copy while you're telling me? Cause she really needs them soon."

"Sure, sure…."

***

Tigress silently flew deeper into the caves. She found a small tunnel barely 3' wide with a barred gate on it. She easily tore the gate open and entered the next cavern. There were fist marks in the granite and several boulders and been smashed into pebbles. Signs that the Incredible Behemoth had been by. But the only inhabitant she was a thin man wearing a white shirt, bow tie and green pants.

She floated down in front of him.

"Dr. Bruce Flag I presume?"

"Me? Yes, yes, I'm Dr. Flag, I mean I'm Dr. Flag now and not… him."

"I assume you're their prisoner."

"Yes, they keep me locked in this cave until they need… him then they get me mad and I… I change and do things… horrible… nasty things… I can't control him y'know. He's a creature of pure rage, like an angry child."

"An angry child who happens to be one of the strongest creatures on Earth."

"Yes, the Incredible Behemoth, his strength is limited only by his anger. But who are you, some new recruit for the Fatally Fearsome Five? If you are, we'll have to change our name. Maybe we can be the Secret Sinister Six?"

Tigress smiled, in spite of herself she liked this guy.

"No, I'm actually a heroine, Tigress from the Global Protectors."

"Really? You're here to free me? That's wonderful! I can get out, get back on prozac and never worry about… him again!"

"Actually little man, I'm here to see him not some pencil-dick geek." She smacked him knocking the 97-pound weakling off his feet.

"What? What are you doing?! If you get me mad-"

"You'll lose control. You're a stupid momma's boy who can't control his temper and wets his bed, aren't you pencil-dick?"

"St-stop that!"

"You sit at home all day watching Star Trek videos because your have no friends and no life!"

"Th-that's not tr-true!"

"Tell the truth, turning into the Incredible Behemoth is the best thing that ever happened to a nerd like you!"

"Please! It's happening, I can't control-BEHEMOTH SMASH!"

The thin doctor began to twitch, his skin turned red, then violet then a livid shade of purple. His muscles flexed and swelled and finally burst out tearing his shirt into shreds. The 5'4" scientist had grown into the 8' tall 800-pound monster known only as…

"The Incredible Behemoth. At last."

"WHY GIRL MAKE BEHEMOTH MAD? BEHEMOTH SMASH STUPID GIRL!"

The monster swung a 2' wide fist at Tigress but the lithe heroine easily dodged the clumsy blow. The granite wall behind her got another dent though.

"Is that the best you can do? I heard the Behemoth was strong?"

"BEHEMOTH STRONG! BEHEMOTH STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!"

He launched several more blows, all of them missing Tigress by inches. The African heroine replied with several kicks and punches of her own but the purple giant ignored them all. Even worse Tigress could see the creature was getting stronger as the fight went on. If he managed to land a blow she wasn't sure her powers would be enough to protect her. One shot and she might be reduced to a red stain on the cave wall.

Tigress had always wondered if the Behemoth was really as powerful as the reports said, and now she knew he was even stronger than she'd assumed. Even her considerable strength could not harm him and even her powers could not withstand his blows. So far her speed, agility and training had saved her but she couldn't count on them forever. So she decided to end this.

Positioning herself in front an already damaged wall she taunted him again.

"Is the little baby throwing a tantrum?"

"BEHEMOTH GET IRATE! THE MORE IRATE BEHEMOTH GET, THE MIGHTIER BEHEMOTH GET!"

"You mean the madder you get the stronger you get?"

"BEHEMOTH NO CAN SAY THAT, BAD LAWYERS SUE BEHEMOTH IF HE SAY THAT."

"You let lawyers boss you around? What a wimp."

"BEHEMOTH NOT WIMP! BEHEMOTH STRONGEST ONE THERE IS!"

"You already said that moron."

"SMASH!"

The fists came down on the wall just as Tigress leapt over his head. The weakened cavern wall cracked and collapsed. Tigress made it to the other side of the cavern as hundreds of tons of rubble fell on the purple powerhouse.

When the debris settled Tigress walked over to the pile.

"Got you. Foolish Behemoth, no matter how powerful you are, without wisdom your own power can always be turned against you. And now to take on your leader…"

But as she turned to go, the rubble stirred and shook. Boulders were tossed aside like popcorn and the Behemoth climbed out, madder and stronger than ever.

"BEHEMOTH MORE IRATE AND MORE MIGHTY THAN EVER!"

"Hmm, I guess you are as incredible as they say." Despite herself Tigress had to smile. After all she'd gotten Bruce Flag all upset just so she could enjoy a fight with the Incredible Behemoth, and from the looks of things she was going to get a lot more than she'd anticipated. Good. How could she become stronger without real tests?

"NOW BEHEMOTH SMASH PUNY GIRL!"

"You keep saying that 'moth man, but you never do. I guess you're just not man enough for me huh? Is it true what they say about radiation shrinking a man where it counts?"

"BEHEMOTH ALL MAN! BEHEMOTH SHOW PUNY GIRL!" The hulking Behemoth dropped his green trousers showing the very impressive package underneath. "SEE?"

The purple trouser snake was almost two feet long and a good 6" wide. Tigress figured even a porn star would have trouble taking that in.

"PUNY GIRL WANT BEHEMOTH? BEHEMOTH WANT PUNY GIRL! BEHEMOTH SPLIT GIRL IN TWO WITH GIANT-SIZED MAN-THING!"

Sure enough the monster's member began to swell just like his muscles, becoming a virtual third arm.

Which gave Tigress an idea.

Rather than land ineffective blows on the monster's thick hide she started dodging between his legs, running her smooth fingers along his sensitive member each time.

The Behemoth slowed down considerably savoring each caress barely trying to land blows anymore an idiot's grin on his face. Finally he threw one last half-hearted punch and then just stood there allowing Tigress to take up a position between his thick legs.

The Kenyan woman knew her plan was working but she still had to finish it. She stood up before him stroking the thick phallus lovingly with her hands, kissing it and running her wet tongue along it. The monstrous member had swelled even larger, far beyond anything she could accept into her mouth or between her legs, but that was OK.

Tigress was skilled in all techniques.

The beast collapsed to his knees (shaking the entire cavern) with his mouth hanging open, gallons of drool leaking on the floor.

"WHAT GIRL DO? BEHEMOTH FEEL FUNNY…"

Tigress swung one leg over the foot wide member and straddled it like a horse, rubbing her bare legs along it, enjoying the warm feeling she got between her legs. She kissed his massive chest and ran her fingers along his bulging purple muscles. Tigress pulled down her top exposing her sizable breasts and erect nipples. She rubbed her breasts against the Behemoth's warm body moaning with pleasure.

"BEHEMOTH FEEL… GOOD…"

Faster and faster Tigress moved her body along the enormous penis, stimulating her clit as she stimulated his dick. Heroine and monster were now panting, sweating and moaning. Behemoth's hands closed around Tigress' body moving it up and down the length of his member, her strong legs squeezing it and stroking the sensitive flesh.

Until finally…

"BEHEMOTH MAKE WHIPPED CREAM!" he shouted at a stream of thick white fluids splashed across the boulders.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God yes!" Tigress cried as the wild twitching of his member threw her over the edge into orgasm. Spent she hugged Behemoth's purple chest tightly and felt it shrinking under her, muscles turning to flab, the body getting smaller and smaller until…

"Can't breath!"

"Oh yes, sorry about that Dr. Flag."

He looked around at the damage and saw the gallons and gallons of sticky white fluid everywhere.

"I don't want to know do I?"

Tigress nodded. "You'd better go now."

The skinny doctor crawled out the tunnel and called back to her "I hope it was good for you too!"

Tigress smiled. It had been very good. Very good indeed.

***

Moving silently, Tigress closed in on the fifth and final villain. She had never met him but knew he was in the top tier of super humans. Tigress knew that logically she should confront him with all of the Global Protectors behind her, or at least all the competent ones.

The F⁵'s leader was super strong, almost indestructible, able to change shapes and even become gas, utterly ruthless and centuries old. She knew about his weaknesses too, everyone did. But she wasn't going to use them. What was the challenge in fighting a crippled foe? She'd had so much fun today she couldn't let it end in an anticlimax could she?

The last cave was outfitted as a medieval bedroom, lit by thousands of candles. Her prey was sitting in the center in a red velvet armchair, wearing a white silk shirt and black cape. He smiled as her.

"So you're the Dark Count?"

"Ah, you wound me with that coarse American 'supervillain' name. It sounds like something from a bad movie. Please my dear, call me Vlad."

Tigress smiled, he was so confident, so cocky, she'd enjoy taking the Dark… Vlad down. "I hope you'll offer more of a challenge than your underlings Vlad."

"Will I? I am but an old man my dear. Hardly a threat to anyone. Won't you please sit down?"

Before she could think about it, Tigress found herself in a red velvet chair opposite the lord of the Vampires.

"So Dark- I mean Vlad now what? Are you ready for a fight?"

"Oh, perhaps we can talk a few minutes first, I have heard much about you Tigress… must I call you Tigress? It is little better than 'Dark Count' surely you have a true name?"

"Call me Kanika."

"Such a lovely name, I always liked Swahili names. Did you know I spent a few years in Kenya in the 1700's? I believe I still have some children-in-darkness there."

Tigress smiled coldly at him. "You used to, I destroyed them last year."

For once the immortal vampire seemed taken aback. "You… they… very impressive…"

Tigress enjoyed the sight of this creature squirming. "It was an invigorating hunt but in the end they proved rather weak. I hope you will be more of a challenge old man." Her eyes swept the room identifying the items she could use as wooden stakes.

"Tell me Kanika, did any of them tempt you? We can offer immortal life and greater power than even you command now, you must have considered it."

"I…uh…" Tigress looked into the count's eyes and felt her heart begin to race. He was an attractive man…

Her hand strayed to her hair, she began to pull it away from her neck… The count began to rise.

"NO!" she leapt to her feet and shook her head to clear it. She scratched her own arm and used the pain to center herself.

"Hypnosis huh? Vampire mind games? That might work on Aussie Girl or someone but I'm a bit tougher than that."

The count settled back into his seat. "Of course, of course, forgive an old man his delusions of power. I trust you found my henchmen to your liking? I trust they were not disappointments like the Kenyan vampires?"

"They… they were satisfactory."

"Good, good. As one hunter to another I know how important it is to have worthy prey."

He rose to his feet soundlessly and moved like a shadow behind Tigress. She tried to turn to confront him but his cool hands on her shoulder and her hip restrained her. "When you reach the level we have, it is so, so hard to find anyone worthy of our skills, don't you agree?"

"Y-yes." Tigress' hands reached for his, trying to pull them off but they felt so good. She just stood there, her hands on his.

"But you my dear, you are truly a worthwhile prize. You are worth assembling that whole crew of idiots and sacrificing them all."

"I am?"

"Of course you are my Tigress. Just look at yourself!"

Tigress felt her costume slide off her as if it was greased. She turned to a full-length mirror on the opposite wall and looked at her powerful body. It glowed with sweat from her earlier endeavors, making every muscle and tendon stand out in full definition. She saw her rich full breasts move and felt the hands caressing them but saw nothing. The count, of course, had no refection.

Tigress saw the hair move around her neck, she felt twin teeth piercing her skin and saw the red puncture wounds appear in the mirror. Waves of pure pleasure emanated from the wounds filling her veins. She lifted off the floor panting, her chest heaving crying out wordlessly in pleasure as the Vampire feasted upon her.

Finally he dropped her to the floor and she fell into a deep deathlike sleep.

The count licked his lips savoring every drop. He walked around her, examining her nude body in full detail.

"Yes Tigress, you are exactly what I need. You are a prize I shall savor, testing you, tasting you, treating you to the pleasures I can give, until finally you come to me, begging to become my queen."

***

Tigress awoke after sunset at the cave mouth. She was still nude but her costume was lying on a rock beside her. As she dressed she tried to remember what had happened. She had confronted the Count, and had they fought? They must have, she felt two nicks on her neck, probably from the battle. Then he must have escaped. Yes, he escaped like a coward.

Dressed, she picked up Master Menace and Mistress Manacle and flew into the woods to recover Dynamo. She'd already decided to let poor Dr. Flag go, hopefully the scientist would find his own peace somehow.

Beating four out of five villains was pretty good she mused. But still the Dark Count's escape bothered her. She would have to seek him out and hunt him down. Soon. Very soon.

If Vlad thought he had seen the last of Tigress he was sorely mistaken.