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.

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Part 6 – La Sola’s Thursday

Generally considered the sexiest Protector, La Sola is also one of the most talented. The Latin bombshell designed the team’s costumes and a lot of their spin-off clothing lines. Smart, funny and caring, she is enormously popular both on and off the team.

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

Carmen Mendez, a.k.a. La Sola yawned as she left police headquarters. She had spent the last four days there helping them track down leads on Maximillion Grande, the Colombian drug kingpin supposedly operating out of the old warehouse district. Lieutenant Sharpe claimed he wanted La Sola’s help because of her powers and her Spanish language skills, but Carmen had quickly realized he was more interested in leering at her and hitting on her for a date. Needless to say, none of his ‘leads’ had amounted to anything. Carmen had helped them raid four different Hispanic bars and found nothing more incriminating than a couple of joints. She was starting to suspect that besides being a leering pig, Sharpe might also be a racist.

But now it was midnight Wednesday (Thursday morning technically) and she was finally free. Maple Leaf had assigned her for four days and now she was done. She’d fly home, catch up on her sleep and relax tomorrow. Tonight she could finally go out again, she’d been on stakeouts all week and hadn’t been dancing once. She couldn’t remember the last time she’ gone this long without a man.

So she was not happy when her communicator buzzed.

"Hola" she muttered hoping it was nothing important.

"Hello? La Sola? Are you there? This is Eliza, remember me, the intern?"

"Ah, si, si Eliza. Is something wrong?"

"You’re working on the Max Grande case right? Well I was jogging in the old warehouse district…"

"Ay, yai, yai, Eliza you should not do that, es muy peligroso."

"I know, I know, but listen, I was jogging and I saw a bunch of limos pull up here at 423 Manson Street. And I swear I just saw Max Grande get out of one!"

"What? Are you sure? Listen, Eliza, I want you to get out of there, I’ll check this out personally!"

"OK but hurry, who knows how long he’ll be here."

La Sola smiled. For a second she considered calling Sharpe but this was too good a chance to pass up. Maybe catching Grande by herself would show those macho pigs that the Global Protectors were more than just eye candy.

La Sola called in to let Shamrock know where she was going and to make sure she had back up. Then she said a quick Hail Mary for good luck and took off for the old warehouse district.

***

La Sola landed across the street from 423 Manson and carefully checked out the area. There was no sign of Eliza, so she must have gone home. There were no overt signs of Grande either but La Sola could see some black limos in the warehouse through a skylight and spotted several of Grande’s goons milling around the front and back door.

She called in again to let Shamrock know the situation. "Oh Carmen, can I come help?" The Irish heroine asked eagerly. "I mean it sounds dangerous, maybe you need me, or, uh, I could ask Valkyrie or Tigress if you want them to help…"

"No, no Shamrock, I should be fine, they’re just drug dealers."

"Oh, OK, then. I’ll stay here." The voice on the communicator grew sad.

"But Shamrock, I promise if there is any trouble I’ll push my panic button and you can come save me."

"OK! I mean, good luck, I hope you’re safe."

So with that Carmen looked again that the warehouse. She squinted carefully at the goons looking for weapons, they mostly had 9mm pistols, one or two had submachine guns but nothing heavier. The bullets would sting a bit she knew but couldn’t really harm her. Even though she was tired, La Sola was sure her powers would be more than enough to deal with some drug dealers. The only thing to worry about really was that Grande might get away while she was busy with the small fish. So she decided to go right for the heart.

La Sola leapt into the air, flying several hundred feet straight up, then arcing straight down through the warehouse skylight. The glass shattered under her high-heeled boots and she landed gracefully in the middle of the warehouse. A quick glance confirmed that Grande and several of his lieutenants were there, gathered around a table at the far end. A few goons drew their pistols but did not fire. Yet.

Maximillion Grande lived up to his name. The drug lord was huge in all respects, over 6’ tall but weighing more than 400 pounds. His chair was two sizes larger than anyone else’s and his flab was still spilling out of it. Unlike his nervous goons though, Grande seemed cool and collected. He rubbed his goatee and eyed La Sola up and down like a piece of meat. The Argentine heroine decided he would have to be taken down a few pegs.

"Buenos noches senior Grande. It’s so nice to finally see you!" La Sola smiled and took a step forward, but the drug lord did not try to retreat, or reach for a weapon. He didn’t even seem worried. If anything he seemed glad to see her.

"Hola to you seniroita Sola. I hoped you would be the one who came. Won’t you take a seat?"

La Sola didn’t like this at all. She’d fought enough villains to know Grande had something up his sleeve. But what? She looked again. The room was about 40’ high, there were boxes stacked by the walls and two limos parked inside near the big loading doors. Grande and his men were sitting around a big table in an office area. There were a few laptops, some papers, and a flat screen TV on the wall. Nothing that looked like a super weapon or trap. He had to be bluffing.

"Oh I won’t be staying that long senior Grande, in fact I planned for us to go off somewhere private, just you, me and the Megapolis police department."

"Oh senorita Sola I am flattered by your invitation, but I had planned on the two of us spending tonight here, with all my friends."

"Let’s cut the bullshit Grande. You know I can tear this place down around your ears and break every bone in your goons’ body. So come with me and save us both a lot of trouble."

"Oh seniorita Sola your time with the yanquis has destroyed your good manners. You come into my home, make demands, and you do not even take a seat or have a drink. Please, let me show you how a proper guest behaves."

He reached for something on the table, La Sola took a step forward to stop him but then noticed it was just a TV remote. She relaxed. What could he do with that?

"Not much of a super weapon senior Grande. Are you planning on boring me to death with infomercials?"

"Well, I guess we have to see what’s on." He hit a button and sprung his trap.

He really liked it. No nets. No gas. No guns. None of that crap. Just a closed circuit camera and La Sola’s own nobility. It was so cruel Grande wished he’d thought of it himself.

***

"La Sola! Please help me!"

The TV came on. It was Eliza. She was wearing black jogging shorts and a pink sports bra, she was in a basement somewhere, her hands tied behind her back and one of Grande’s goons stood behind her with a pistol aimed at her head.

"I’m sorry La Sola, I tired to get away but they caught me!"

La Sola blinked, unsure what to do. Maybe Eliza was nearby, but even if she was in this building’s basement there was no way she could get there in time. She started to reach for the panic button on her communicator to call for help. Hopefully Grande and his men would mistake if for nervous fidgeting. But Eliza caught the move.

"La Sola don’t! They said if you call for help they’ll kill me!"

"I promise they won’t hurt you Eliza, just be brave!" La Sola lowered her hand and glared at Grande. "What do you want?"

Grande turned off the TV. "Let’s keep these negotiations private. I don't want much, I just want you to obey me for the next 24 hours. Then I will free you, and your little friend and go on my way."

La Sola squirmed, she was afraid it would be something like that. "Obey you for 24 hours, then we can go. Is that all?"

"Well mi bonita maybe we will take some videos tonight. And maybe if you pursue me again those videos will be made public. But that is a matter for another time no?"

"I see…"

"I thought you would. Business first. Take off those bracelets and that collar, and do be careful not to 'accidentally' hit any buttons. Julio take them."

Carmen carefully followed his instructions, feeling a tinge of humiliation at being rendered impotent so openly. Somehow removing her communications and tracking devices left her feeling more exposed than taking off her clothes.

The henchman put the devices on a tray and put them off to one side.

Then Grande moved his chair back a few feet and patted his lap. "Now come here and sit down my sweet."

La Sola gulped and looked around helplessly. His men were smiling now, moving closer, looking at her with anticipation rather than fear. Ever fiber of her being wanted to cut loose, to tear apart this building until she found her friend but…

For all her powers, she was helpless to resist.

La Sola walked forward slowly, apprehension and fear spreading through her body. She tried to ignore the catcalls from the goons, as she crossed the room. When she reached the drug lord she turned around and somehow squeezed her curvy butt on to Grande’s flabby lab. She hugged her hands over her breasts, trying to conceal her cleavage and looked down so she could not see the horny men all around her. Grande's massive arms wrapped around her, engulfing her thin waist. His six-chinned head lurched next to her ear, she could smell his foul breath. His fingers crept upwards towards the bottom of her prominent breasts.

"Very good mi bonita, now have a drink."

One of the goons had put a glass in front of her. Hesitantly the heroine reached for it, picked it up, looked at it for a second and downed it in one gulp.

It was pure tequila!

Carmen felt the fiery drink course through her body, driving away some of the fear that had gripped her. She looked up at Grande, waiting for his next command.

"Now turn around my love."

Somehow La Sola managed to turn around on his huge lap, sitting with her side towards him.

"All the way…"

Sighing, La Sola lifted one long leg and moved it around his vast belly, until she was straddling him like a lap dancer. Carmen had to put her arms around his neck just to keep her balance on him. She felt vulnerable with her pussy positioned just above his crotch, separated only by his pants and the thin spandex of her costume. She knew that with her super strength she could crush the fat man like a pimple but somehow she was the one who felt helpless with her lips were only inches from his.

"And kiss me my sweet."

Closing her eyes and trying to ignore the stench of his breath she leaned in and kissed him clumsily. She opened her eyes and saw the enormous grin on his wide face.

'He seems happy. Was that all he wanted?' she hoped silently. 'Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad.'

"Now Miss Sola, is that how you kissed Brad Pitt? Is that how you kissed Ricky Martin? Somehow I think not." Turning to his men he called out "Julio, Miss Sola does not want to cooperate, call the men, tell them to start on the girl-"

"No! Wait! I-I'll do it!"

"Good, good, I have heard so much about your kisses, I cannot wait."

Carmen took his advice and imagined someone else, one of her celebrity boyfriends, one of her ordinary boyfriends, a one-night stand, anyone but Maximillion Grande and kissed him again. Their tongues joined, exploring each other's mouths, he seemed to suck her face forever. Below her Carmen felt him start to wiggle, his hands landed on her hips and started to move them. Disgusted, Carmen understood what he wanted and started to move on her own, faster and faster as she made out with the drug lord. Feigning passion she kissed his flabby neck and nibbled on his ears, she whispered words of encouragement and love to him. Below her she felt something growing under her pelvis, felt it get hotter and hotter and then… wet, stickiness.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, Grande gave the heroine turned lap-dancer a shove sending her to the floor. The men laughed, gestured and whistled adding to her humiliation.

Grande just grinned at her, unashamed of the wet stain covering his crotch. "That was excellent Miss Sola. You really are quite the dancer, perhaps you could show us some more?"

She picked herself up and nodded silently. Tears of rage clouded her eyes as she wondered what new humiliation he planned for her.

"Guillermo, you are supposed to be a good dancer, please show us. Francis, put on some music for the dancers."

A henchman came up to her. Dressed in light black pants and a black silk shirt he wasn't bad. In fact Carmen could not help but think if the situation was different…

Salsa filled the warehouse and two began to dance.

He was actually very good. He knew how to move and how to move her. The music got faster and hotter. Her nipples started to stand out, clearly visible through the thin spandex. Carmen had designed the costumes that way, enjoying how it made men drool when they saw it. In the back of her mind she remembered how outraged Rising Sun and Shamrock had been when they discovered that feature.

Maybe it was her need to escape the situation, maybe it was his skill, maybe there had been some drug in the drink, but for whichever reason Carmen started to lose herself in the dance, enjoying it, forgetting where she was.

Guillermo's hands became more daring, touching her breasts, reaching between her legs. Carmen did not resist. She did not dare to of course but really, she didn't even think too much about it. It had been almost a week since she went out and she'd missed the sensation of being touched, of being loved.

The music slowed and the two drifted together, Guillermo's lips met hers and they kissed. His hands roamed freely now, all over her body. Another pair of hands touched her hips and she felt another man behind her, out of her sight. He started to kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders.

La Sola felt a bit of warmth between her legs, then a bit of dampness. For a second she almost panicked, remembering that she was not in some disco but in a villain's lair but then Guillermo found that spot on her thigh and she surrendered to the warm feeling.

La Sola barely even noticed when her costume came off.

She moaned in ecstasy when Guillermo finally entered her.

And when the next men entered her.

And the next…

***

Grande slipped away from the moaning heroine and headed downstairs. He brought the tray with the heroine's bracelets and collar to a small lab that had been set up down there.

He found a monkey there, hanging upside down watching the closed circuit TV.

"Dr. Ratcliff, I have her communicators."

The monkey turned his head, it was covered by some sort of metal helmet filled with circuits and electrodes. A small speaker on the monkey's neck crackled to life and answered.

"Excellent, excellent. Every one of those damn Star Whores wears these communicators, once I figure out how to break into their encrypted systems and combine that with my unparalleled mind control technology I will be able to control any of them at any time, they will be puppets on my strings and I will finally gain vengeance upon them for the 'Strip Mall' affair when my human body was killed and I was forced to transfer my consciousness into the body of a monkey! I was in that damn zoo for two years before I was able to escape by programming subliminal messages into the zoo keeper's I-pod!"

"Uh, yes doctor, I know that already. You tell me that every time we talk. It's like you're some kind of comic book villain who had to recap the plot every issue."

"Oh, right, right, sorry. I've been feeling out of sorts ever since I used the mind control helmet to transfer my consciousness into this monkey moments before the VX goon Hogan shot me for mind-controlling him."

"Si, si I understand, many men whose minds have been transferred into monkey bodes have similar problems. Now will you be able to decipher their communications system before midnight? We will have to return these to La Sola by then, we don't want them to know our real plan."

"Bah! Their simple electronics are no match for my towering genius! Did I ever tell you about the time I use mind control to force them to become sex slaves right there in the middle of Lone Pine Mall…"

***

Dr. Ratcliff never even noticed Grande slipping out. The drug lord shook his head, he had dealt with many strange characters in his day but that monkey was by far the most unusual. And somehow Grande suspected Ratcliff was like that even before he was a monkey.

But that monkey was by far his best chance to defeat the Global Protectors. But if it didn't work out he had his back up plan….

Walking back to the stairs Grande heard familiar sounding moans from the basement storage room where he was keeping Eliza. Silently opening the door he found Eliza squirming and moaning on the table as Rafael buried his face between her strong legs.

Grande cleared his throat and the man looked up in panic.

"S-sorry boss…" Rafael muttered as he ran out of the room, running a paper towel across his face.

Eliza made no effort to cover herself, she just crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"So how's it hanging Mister G?"

"It is going well Eliza, thanks to your help of course." He took her hand and kissed it gently. Then he turned the close circuit monitor back on to show Eliza how the heroine was doing.

La Sola was on her knees sucking a goon's thick dick while another thrust into her from behind. Her hands were occupied, pleasuring two more enforcers. Best of all she was participating enthusiastically, licking the dick hungrily, thrusting her hips back against the guy fucking her.

"It seems Miss Valkyrie's reports are correct."

"Who'd have figured huh? Under that goody-goody image the Global Protectors are just a bunch of nymphos waiting for a good fuck. At least one of them is."

"Miss Valkyrie seems to think all of them have that potential. Apparently the same attributes that give them their powers and keep their bodies in such perfect condition also make them more sensitive. Sex for one of them is much more powerful than it is for a normal woman. It quickly becomes an addictive high they cannot live without. Some of them already make love several times each day just to satisfy their lusts. With the right training and safeguards the Global Protectors could become the greatest thing to hit the sex slave market since VX captured that bus of Swedish schoolgirls."

"Wow that's pretty smart. Guess they really are Glorified Prostitutes."

Eliza knew all of this of course, she was the one who gave him the damn files. But if it made Grande feel important she could play dumb. Looking at the stuck up Protector suck dick made it all worthwhile. She hated the Global Protectors, just like she hated all the 'beautiful people' who pretended to be nice and care about others but treated everyone else like shit. She remembered with disgust how everyone, especially Kristen fawned all over them for 'rescuing' them from super villains. Eliza couldn't remember the details that well but she knew that little caper didn't go down the way the press said it had. The Glorified Prostitutes had been in on it, she knew that for a fact. They'd been partying with the villains all night and then pretended to 'save' the girls. After erasing everyone's memory of course.

It had taken two years but this was the start of her plan to make sure the Global Protectors and all the beautiful people got what they deserved!

Of course there were also some fringe benefits.

"Hey Mister G, if you're done, could you like send Rafael back in, he uh, needs to finish up in here."

"Of course Miss Eliza, please enjoy him. You have more than earned his services."

***

The last man came inside Carmen and pulled out, leaving her lying alone on her back in the center of the room. She could see the sun shinning through the skylight. It must be about noon then.

For a second she considered flying out, she was sure she still had enough strength for that. But she couldn't leave. What would happen to Eliza? But also… she really didn't want to.

She waited for the next man, but none of them came forward. She started to feel cold, lonely, unfulfilled. She rose to her knees and looked at the men around her. They were standing in a rough circle about 20' from her, looking at her with lust on their faces but none came forward.

"Is that it!?" She demanded. Unconsciously her hand drifted between her legs. Without even realizing it she started to rub herself there as she looked at the men around her.

"What are you waiting for?! Come here! Take me! Please… please take me… please…"

They made her beg for ten minutes before the men finally returned to fucking the desperate heroine.

She cried out in joy when the first one entered her.

***

La Sola was too weak to stand by the afternoon and had been tied down on the tabletop. Her arms and waist were roped but her curvy ass and long legs were left hanging off the table edge, available to anyone who wanted access. Under Grande's instructions they'd blindfolded her and plugged her ears so the only sensation she had was touch. Her mouth had been left ungagged, so the men could enjoy her moans of pleasure.

Eliza smiled as she walked in. She'd wanted to see this for herself and now that the bimbo was deaf and blind she could do anything she wanted.

Another of the men shot off his load and stepped away grinning like an idiot. Eliza took his place, inserting her fingers in La Sola's wet pussy and wiggling them a bit to get her attention. La Sola moaned wordlessly and her breasts jiggled like jello.

"Like that huh? Kind of thought you would. Bet it was tough for you the last few days, working with those cops, too busy to go out every night. Bet you were long overdue for a good fuck." She pushed her fingers in a bit deeper, driving the captive heroine over the edge into another orgasm.

"Y'know, I can't wait till I see all of you cunts like this, begging and moaning and cumming. Just like VX made us do. I wonder if you're gonna tell Valkyrie about this or just keep it to yourself. She already knows all about you and Dynamo, and you and the massage guy, and you and half the guys in the Megapolis club scene. How long can you hide it bitch, you're just a slut, a cum-slave waiting for your next dick. How long till all you teammates know it, how long till the whole world knows?" Eliza bent down and licked La Sola's sensitive breasts while fingering her harder. She heard the heroine cum again.

Eliza stood there laughing for five minutes.

***

La Sola felt herself being lifted off the table and carried gently. She moaned 'no' softly, She had loved that table, all the time men were touching her in so many wonderful ways, she had cum again and again.

Blindfolded with her ears covered she had no idea what was happening until the cold water hit. She cried out and pulled the restraints off her face. She was being hosed down by two men. She tried to crawl towards them, reaching for their belts but they kept dodging.

When she was finally clean one of the men came over and started toweling her roughly. Despite herself La Sola enjoyed the sensation of being touched and moaned gently.

Then he pulled her costume on her, copping one last feel of her breasts (she savored that) and put her on her feet. Somehow the Latin girl found the strength to stand. Another thug came out and put a dark raincoat over her bright costume. She understood it was time to leave. He jammed her into a cab where Eliza (back in her sports bra and running shorts) was waiting. The poor intern hugged the heroine and whispered to her. "La Sola, thank God you're OK."

"It's all right hermanita they're letting us go." La Sola muttered her address to the driver and they rode to Carmen's East Side penthouse in silence. Eliza helped the exhausted woman up to her apartment and together they sprawled onto the couch. Absently Carmen realized that Eliza now knew her secret identity and where she lived but after what they had been through together it hardly mattered. If she couldn't trust Eliza, who could she trust?

Finally La Sola found the courage to look Eliza in the eyes and speak to her.

"Eliza, did they… did they do anything to you?"

"Me? No. They just locked me in this room all day. I mean they could've given me a magazine or something to read but I guess it was all right, I mean for getting kidnapped. What about you, are you OK?"

"I…" Carmen thought carefully about her answer, she desperately wanted to talk to someone about her experience, her feelings, but she knew she had to keep inside the team. The public could never know some of the terrible things that happened to their heroines.

"They, they questioned me about the police investigation but I fed them some disinformation, they'll walk right into a trap."

Eliza looked into La Sola's eyes and tried not to laugh. Instead she said "Listen, La Sola, I uh, I heard some of the guards talking and, I want to know the truth. I mean whatever they put you through was for me, I want to know."

Carmen looked at the poor innocent girl who had been kidnapped for trying to help the Protectors. Didn't she deserve the truth? Carmen looked down and thought for several minutes. Then she looked up and said, "they… they took off my costume and they… and we had sex."

"Ohmygawd! Are you OK?" Eliza hugged her, rubbing her breasts against Carmen's, kissing her a few times on the neck, Carmen felt herself become aroused again and pushed the young intern away.

"I-I, you won't understand but somehow, I enjoyed it!" Tears filled the heroine's golden eyes, "I didn't want it to end! Even now, I want to go back!"

Eliza smiled wickedly (counting on Carmen's tears to hide her glee) and hugged the heroine again, holding her tightly, touching her in the right places, kissing her in the right places, rubbing her legs against the other woman's until Carmen's moans got louder and louder and the woman shook in Eliza's embrace.

"Gee Carmen, I'm sorry" she said innocently. "I didn't know you would… yuk, your costume…"

Carmen looked down embarrassed. "Oh Eliza, what am I becoming?"

"I don't know Carmen, but whatever happens I'll be here for you."

The disgraced heroine lay her head in her friend's lap and drifted into a deep dreamless sleep. She moaned contentedly whenever Eliza rubbed her breasts or stroked her legs.

Eliza smiled and imagined all the things she would do once she'd reduced all of the Global Protectors to nothing more than Glorified Prostitutes.