The Global Protectors – The Revenge of Blackchrome
By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com
Hello and welcome to the newest Global Protectors story. This one is my salute to those horrid comic stories in the grim 90’s where some new ubervillain with a cool evil name like ‘Onslaught’, ‘Bane’ or Doomsday’ comes out of nowhere and slaughters comic characters with 50 years of history for no reason at all.
So it's going to be like that, only, y’know, this time the ubervillain will have sex with them first.
Plus I have much too much pride in my work to name a character ‘Onslaught’.
Credit for creating the Global Protectors goes to Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone), they are copyright, trademark and patent pending Doctor Droid®. Other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus.
What does that legal gibberish mean? It means that if you want to use the Global Protectors in another story you need Doctor Droid’s permission (not mine). It also means that you can’t repost this story without my permission.
And since this story is meant for people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that. Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.
And finally, please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
August 2004
Chapter 1 – Rising Sun’s Torment
Groggy, Rising Sun opened her eyes. She was in a bare cement room; her willowy arms were chained to the ceiling. Her long slim legs were chained to the floor, spread apart so that she was stretched like an inverted ‘Y’. A video camera on a tripod faced her.
She was still wearing her tight spandex costume but she knew that that wouldn’t last long.
"Damn" she thought. It must be one of those villains.
Sighing heavily Rising Sun tested the chains but could not budge them. "The gas must have left me too weak to use my powers" she figured.
As she became more awake she felt it was true. The familiar tingle of her psychokinetic force field was gone and without her super strength she could feel the strain as her arms supported her entire weight.
Thankfully whichever villain this was had not done his (or her, there were plenty of perverted women villains out there after all) homework. Kisume still had her communicator bracelets and locator collar on. When Shamrock didn’t hear back from her she’d come charging in and take care of this villain in no time.
Just like she always did.
OK, just like she sometimes did.
To tell the truth, Rising Sun couldn’t remember one time their elaborate communications and rescue system had ever worked for her. But she was sure it would work this time.
Really.
The last time she had been captured Rising Sun had been thoroughly humiliated by her captors. Powerless, she had been video taped running through a maze while villains sliced off her costume bit by bit. Finally she had broken down and begged for mercy, offering to do anything if they would spare her. Rising Sun and the team had spent millions of dollars making sure the tapes would never see the light of day.
So this time, no matter what happened, she was determined not to embarrass herself or her team.
She started to tremble in the chains.
***
Just thirty minutes ago Rising Sun had landed in front of the abandoned warehouse and stood there shaking her head pretty head. In Japan land was much too valuable to let it go to waste but here in America they had whole neighborhoods filled with nothing but abandoned warehouses and factories. No matter how long she lived here she would never get used to it.
But she kept her mind on the problem at hand. She’d seen some men leading a women into this building. They might just be kids looking for someplace to make out Rising Sun figured she’d better check. Better to be embarrassed than let some poor innocent be abducted to who-knows-where.
But she wasn’t stupid. Recklessness and overconfidence had gotten too many heroines into trouble before and Rising Sun wasn’t going to take any chances. She clicked her communicator bracelet.
"Shamrock, I’m at the old Malibu warehouse on the corner of Lee and Silvestri, I saw some girls going inside, I’m checking it out now."
"Good luck Kisume! Let me know if there’s any trouble, because I’ll come for you in a second if you need me and you know I’m just sitting here waiting and I haven’t been on a mission all week and I don’t know why Maple Leaf keeps putting me on monitor duty so please-"
"I’ll check in after thirty minutes, stay alert." she cut off her friend’s whining and killed the transmission. She liked her Irish teammate a lot but did not need to hear her complaints again. "Maybe if you were any good in a fight we’d send you on more missions…" she muttered darkly.
Confident she was ready, Rising Sun opened a side door.
And set off the gas trap.
And fell flat on her face unconscious.
***
Blackchrome regarded her captive through the closed circuit camera. Rising Sun was wearing her normal costume, a white strapless, backless leotard patterned after the Japanese flag and complimented with a pair of matching boots. She also wore shinny communicator bracelets on her forearms and around her neck she wore a metal choker concealing a powerful GPS locator.
The drugs had left the heroine a bit groggy. Her eyes were still half-closed and it clearly took effort to raise her head. Blackchrome decided to give her a few more minutes to recover.
She wanted the super bitch to be fully aware when she started.
The Japanese heroine had been easy to trap. The villainess has simply spread rumors that white slavers were operating in the old warehouse district and the Global Protectors had responded instantly. Ever since two of their members were almost auctioned off on an underground internet site they’d been eager to put an end to that crime. Like Pavlov’s dogs the heroines came running when the right stimulus was offered.
(Remember what you’re dealing with here) the voice in her ear whispered. (She may look helpless now but Rising Sun has some pretty formidable powers. She’s super strong, protected by a psychokinetic force field and can fly. Plus her senses are sharper than a normal human, and she recovers from injuries very fast.)
(Like I don’t know that.) Blackchrome responded on her internal com-link. (I HAVE met them before, granted they weren’t at their best at the time…) she drifted off remembering her last encounter.
(Stay focused, remember what they did to you, and remember their weaknesses.)
(I know, I know: Their powers are tied to the heroine’s physical state. Exhaustion, injury, drugs and even sexual arousal can diminish or even remove their powers) she said quoting from Kirby’s Guide to Superheroes and Heroines.
(That and they’ve got a strange vulnerability to mind control) the voice added, chucking at his own memories. (Anyway, you only have about twenty four hours for this, so don’t waste time OK?)
(Aw come on) Blackchrome replied, (you have to let me have some fun).
***
Kisume’s arms were really hurting when she heard a door open somewhere behind her. She tried to turn her head to see who had captured her but could not get a good view. Who would it be? The sadomasochistic duo: Master Menace and Mistress Manacle? The evil genius Doctor Droid? The fearsome Wraith Lord?
"Oh please" she prayed to any deities who might be listening "don’t let it be the Wraith Lord!"
She heard boot heels clicking on the concrete floor behind her but there was no other sound. The steps stopped somewhere behind her.
Rising Sun gulped and tried to sound like a heroine: confident, brave, proud, defiant. In other words nothing like she felt.
"L-let me go now and you won’t be hurt!" Even to her own ears that sounded impotent and futile. "M-my teammates are on their way now!"
She whipped her head around to the left and then to the right trying to catch a glimpse of her captor but the mysterious villain always dodged just out her sight. She could just catch an impression of black latex and chrome.
"W-who are you!?" She demanded, now sounding a bit scared. "If you hurt me you’ll pay! Did you hear what Tigress did to Caligula? S-she’ll do even worse to you!"
The villain remained silent but took a few steps closer to the Japanese girl. Rising Sun had been chained far enough off the floor that her firm ass was at the villain’s eye level. Kisume felt like she could feel the villain’s breath on her butt cheeks.
"AH!" she cried out in shock when the villain finally touched her but there was no pain. It was just a smooth caress along her inner thigh. Her captor repeated it on the other leg, adding a lick just below Rising Sun’s sensitive vagina. The heroine shuddered from the unexpected stimulation. She didn’t even notice the prick as a hypodermic needle pierced her skin.
"What are you doing? T-that won’t work on me!" She yelled. Unimpressed the villain continued to caress the heroine with her smooth latex gloves and rough tongue, massaging Rising Sun’s clit through her thin spandex costume. Her pale white skin turned pink then red from the villain’s attentions and her nipples rose to attention beneath her breast padding. A soft moan escaped her lips and her breath came in gasps.
She could not believe her traitorous body was responding to this. Rising Sun had always tried to be an example to the rest of the team to show that superheroines are not really exhibitionist nymphomaniacs. She only dated intelligent, caring men who she liked and certainly did not sleep around like some heroines. In fact, it was almost a year since she’d last gotten laid.
That was the wrong thing to think about.
Months of frustration and disappointment came to mind and she felt her pussy growing warm and wet. The villain between her legs stuck a finger under the white spandex and pulled the crotch of her costume aside. She now attacked her target directly inserting her long fingers and tongue, making Rising Sun quiver with excitement as her long dry-spell ended.
"Stop! No! Please!"
Blackchrome listened to her cries as they became more hysterical and terrified. The poor girl was more afraid of an orgasm then she was of being tortured. "Sexual repression is a terrible thing" she mused.
Finally the Japanese girl cried out and arched her back painfully. Sweat coated her skin and fluids ran down her legs freely. She was gasping for breath, even weaker than before.
It was time for phase two.
***
Blackchrome leapt up tackling Rising Sun from behind for a grotesque piggyback ride. The heroine grunted as the weight on her poor arms was more than doubled. It felt like her thin graceful arms would be torn from their sockets.
The black clad fingers gripped her breast squeezing them painfully; she could feel the villain’s cool latex costume against her bare back. The villain’s wet fingers moved down to her thin waist and the villain gracefully swung around using the heroine like a pole. Pain shot up Rising Sun’s back as her captor hung from her.
But the Japanese girl could finally see who had caught her. As she had noticed the villainess wore a black latex bodysuit exposing only her mouth. Chrome cables crisscrossed the suit leading to some sort of apparatus in her gloves. Zippered pouches were scattered across the suit, concealing who-knows-what weapons. Most disturbing of all were her eyes. They were two cold silver chrome spheres where Rising Sun could see her terrified face reflected back at her.
"Hello heroine, so nice to see you again."
"W-who are you?"
"Oh, you might not recognize me these days, what with the new wardrobe and everything. You can just call me Blackchrome. Tonight I’m going to destroy you."
"My friends…"
"Oh yes your friends, you were supposed to call in a few minutes ago weren’t you? Well I would hate to worry them."
Blackchrome removed one hand from Rising Sun’s back and held it in front of the trembling heroine’s face. Rising Sun cried out when five razor-sharp claws popped out of the fingers. She quickly turned her head away as the hand came closer to her face and felt it land lightly on her cheek.
"Keep still" the villain whispered "don’t want to cut you now do I?"
The hand ran slowly down Kisume’s high cheekbones and long slim neck as she willed herself not to tremble from pain or fear. Finally it stopped at her choker. The silver collar was decorated with a single red sun and complimented her costume nicely. But more importantly it housed a small but powerful GPS broadcaster that let her team locate her anywhere in the world. It was made from titanium steel and locked on her throat, Rising Sun had once boasted the only way it could be removed was to cut off her head. Gulping she wondered if her boast was about to be tested.
She felt a cold metal claw inserted between the collar and her neck. It tapped the collar once, then twice and then…
SNIP!
She felt the collar come free, sliced off like it was made of cardboard. It hit the floor with a merry ding and rolled off to a dark corner. Rising Sun shed a tear as it disappeared.
But the villain wasn’t done yet. She moved her claw lower, crossing Rising Sun’s bare collarbone and drawing the cold claws along the top of the girl’s left breast until she reached the start of Rising Sun’s white costume. The heroine closed her eyes and turned away when she heard the fabric rip. Blackchrome cut down and around the breast, neatly exposing it. There was a click and her claws retracted, she held the circle of cloth and foam rubber in her hand.
"Tsk, tsk heroine. Padded breasts? I best Ultra Woman never padded her costume."
"Shut up! Shut up and let me go! Why are you doing mmph-" Rising Sun’s impotent protests were cut off as Blackchrome shoved the padding into her mouth gagging the girl.
"Opps! Now you can’t call your friends, guess I’d better do it for you." Blackchrome agilely swung around the bound heroine again (making Rising Sun scream under her gag) and climbed her like a ladder (Rising Sun was sure that if she was a normal girl her arms would have been torn loose). With her legs now wrapped around Rising Sun’s ribcage her face was level with Rising Sun’s communicator bracelet.
Looking up Rising Sun was shocked to see the villainess open the secret catch and punch in the password. Only the Global Protectors knew how to do that! Shamrock’s voice echoed in the room "Kisume! Oh good, I was just going to go looking for you."
Blackchrome smiled, brought her face closer, opened her mouth and said "Oh I’m sorry Shannon, I was checking this place out and lost track of time. Looks like it was a false alarm."
Rising Sun’s eyes went wide; the villain had perfectly copied her voice! And knew Shamrock’s real name as well. Then shock turned to fear as she realized that no one was coming to rescue her. She barely listened as Shamrock whined about not going on missions and Blackchrome made sympathetic noises. She just lowered her eyes and cried hot tears.
Finally Blackchrome finished and jumped off Rising Sun’s abused body. The slim Japanese girl took a deep breath as the weight on her arms finally lessened. The villain walked in front of Kisume and smiled up at her.
"Guess what heroine? I have you all to myself."
Above her, Rising Sun felt her blood run cold.
***
Tigress, the Global Protector's deputy leader flew over the city heading for the Gaea building. She had just finished defeating the Quarrelsome Quartet in Minneapolis and was looking for some new prey to hunt.
She was about to get much more than she bargained for.
***
Rising Sun’s mind raced. Blackchrome had left the room through the door behind her. She could return any second and had already promised to destroy the Protector. Bound and gagged she seemed to have no hope!
Taking deep breaths she tried to focus. She had been a heroine for more than three years, and had a reputation for being cool-headed and intelligent. She wasn’t going to be defeated by some no-name ubervillain from nowhere. She would come up with a plan. Any minute now…
***
(Well that was a gratuitous waste of time.) Whispered the voice in Blackchrome’s ear.
(What do you mean boss? I had to make sure she was good and scared for this stage.)
(I think waking up chained more than covered that, you are on a time limit remember.)
(Well you know what they say: All work and no play makes you a sexually repressed Japanese heroine. Or something like that.)
***
Rising Sun felt her heart rate spike when she heard the door open. Blackchrome walked in front of her carrying a metal briefcase. She set it down, opened it, and started unpacking the equipment within. Among other things, Rising Sun was the Global Protectors’ electronics expert but she couldn’t tell much about the small disks Blackchrome held, they looked like some sort of biometric sensors. She tried to spit out the foam rubber in her mouth but failed, she couldn’t even speak.
The villainess applied the small metal disks to several points on Rising Sun’s long legs then jumped up and grabbed her again (making the abused heroine grunt under the gag) and applied more sensors to her neck, spine and exposed nipple. Finally she jumped off and took out another piece of equipment.
Rising Sun redoubled her efforts to cry out, it was enormous! A huge dildo easily six inches wide and two feet long, covered in studs and electrodes! It could easily split her in half!
Blackchrome enjoyed her distress and held the killer dildo up high in front of Rising Sun’s wide eyes. She could make out the raised letters ‘Bitch tamer’ on the side.
"Do you want this? Hmmm?"
The heroine shook her violently, pleading with her eyes for mercy.
"Or would you prefer something like this?" Blackchrome held up a small device about the size and shape of an egg. Rising Sun had never used such devices but recognized it from her friends’ collections as a small but powerful vibrator, an instrument of pleasure not torture. It wasn’t her thing, but given the options…
She frantically nodded yes.
"You want this huh?" She asked holding up the smaller one.
Rising Sun nodded again.
"You want a cute little vibrator in your tight, wet snatch heroine? Is that what you’re saying?"
Humiliated, Rising Sun continued to nod.
"I can’t hear you…" The villainess again leapt on to her captive (forcing tears of pain this time). She wrapped one arm around Rising Sun’s long neck and inserted the other between the Japanese girl’s legs, letting her fingers dance on the Oriental girl’s pussy. Her metal clad fingers pulled out the gag and tossed it on the floor.
"Say it…" she whispered to her captive. "If you want it, say it…"
Shaking with pain, fear and humiliation Rising Sun somehow stammered out what she had to say. "Pl-please, the small one. Please."
"Say… ALL of it." Blackchrome gave her hair a nasty yank and pinched her tender clitoris to emphasize the point.
"Please… put the vi-vibrator in me… in my pussy. Please."
"See? Was that so hard?"
Between her legs Rising Sun heard a click as Blackchrome’s claws extended, as the villain cut a thin slit in her costume Rising Sun felt the metal brush her pussy lips and almost peed herself in fear. The claws retracted with another click and she felt the smooth warm egg slip into her like it belonged. Finally the villainess ended her torment and jumped off.
***
Back in the Gaea Building, the Global Protector's high tech headquarters on the shore of the Saint Giffen River, Tigress opened her e-mail.
After deleted a half-dozen marriage proposals and racist flames she opened the message 'Important information regarding the Dark Count'.
She smiled as she read it.
***
Rising Sun hated being this helpless. Back in Japan, before she became Rising Sun, Kisume Hiro had often been powerless to do what she wanted. She didn’t demand promotions at work, or stand up to her family or wear last year’s fashions in front of her friends. That’s just the way things are.
But when she became a superheroine she thought those days were over. Sure La Sola designed the costume she has to wear and Maple Leaf picked out her name (with help from a dozen marketing consultants and trademark lawyers) and Tigress choose her missions but even then she was a lot more free and in control than in Japan. At first things had gone very well. She had outsmarted and defeated dozens of villains, enjoying a feeling of power like she had never known. Fans loved her, women admired her, men wanted her but knew they could never have her. It was wonderful. But lately the villains had gotten smarter or she had gotten sloppy and too, too many cases left her feeling like a scared little girl.
Sometimes she wished she’d never become a heroine. In fact, she wished that more and more often.
As she watched Blackchrome fiddle with the buttons on her wrist computer, Rising Sun felt light electric pulses from the disks shoot straight into her muscles and felt a slow vibration beginning between her legs. Defiance just wasn’t possible now, the villain could do anything to her and there was nothing Rising Sun could do to stop her.
Nothing except…
"Listen. Please. You don’t have to do this! We… we can make a deal!"
Blackchrome looked up intrigued. "Really now heroine? Would you really help me if I turned those off?"
"Y-yes…"
"Well now, that is interesting. Would you make me a promise?"
"A promise?"
"Yes, would you swear to give up being a heroine, just go home to Japan and have babies, or be a geisha or whatever it is you people do?"
Rising Sun didn’t even have to consider that one. "Yes! Please yes, just let me go…"
"Promise? Heroine’s honor?"
"Heroines honor."
Blackchrome smiled and reached for her wrist computer. For a second Rising Sun started to feel hope but…
"Uh!" she cried as the stimulation more then doubled!
"I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you" the villainess taunted her in sing-song voice. "Cause I know as soon as I let you go you’ll go back to your stuck-up, holier-than-thou self and forget all about your little promise."
"Please…" Rising Sun begged.
"Well maybe if you do something for me, that I can use right now then I can let you got and not have to rely on your ‘heroine’s honor’."
She turned down the machines as Rising Sun nodded yes.
"You’re the Global Protector’s electronics genius right? I want to know all about your computers, your communications network and your encryption system. And then, if it checks out, I can let you go."
Rising Sun hesitated. She’d actually meant her earlier promise but this was different. If she gave up that information her friends might get hurt and it would be her fault.
Seeing her hesitation Blackchrome turned up the machines again!
‘Then again’ Rising Sun’s mind swiftly rationalized ‘Valkyrie and Maple Leaf both monitor the networks, and they can just change our security if they see anything wrong. So really this crazy woman won’t get anything.’
"OK! I’ll do it!" She cried.
***
Blackchrome made the changes in her internal computers as Rising Sun explained exactly how to penetrate the Gaea building’s network and listen in on the Global Protector’s communications. It took an hour of detailed questioning to satisfy the villain but Rising Sun was in no position to object. When she finally finished Rising Sun allowed herself another burst of hope.
Blackchrome loved that look. Almost as much as she enjoyed the feeling of squelching it.
"Thank you Rising Sun you’ve been so helpful. I should let you go now but you’ve been so good to me, I just have to give you a little reward."
She turned the machine all the way up.
Rising Sun screamed and wept hot tears at her failure.
***
Tigress threw open the doors to the monitor room disturbing Shamrock as she was checking out Cosmo's top ten tips for finding a nice guy (#6 Hang out in the poetry section of your local book store).
"I'm taking Aussie Girl and La Sola on a mission."
"Uh, OK. Just let me know where you're going so I can log it in-"
"You don't need to know. We're taking the Globe Hopper II and will be back tomorrow."
"Uh…"
Tigress tuned on her heel and left.
***
Blackchrome smirked as her internal computer hacked the Global Protectors’ network and showed her their whereabouts. Perfect. Plus she just had one more thing to do with this oriental bitch and could start on the next victim.
She turned her cold eyes upward and looked at the captive heroine. Since Blackchrome had activated the devices Rising Sun’s body had been subjected to electrical and physical stimulation. Her white costume was so soaked with sweat it was almost transparent. Her modest breasts were quivering like jello and her breath was coming in gasps. Fear, pain, confusion, humiliation and pleasure cycled across her face every minute. Her helpful captor had set up a flat screen monitor showing the heroine’s vital signs and endorphin levels as they climbed higher and higher.
The disks on her body were electrically stimulating certain nerve clusters to provoke arousal but whenever her body got too close to a climax the current shot up causing painful convulsions in her trim body. The pain of course caused her brain to release more endorphins to counter it. Which made her more aroused and confused. Combined with Blackchrome's drugs Rising Sun's body was a confused mass of pain and pleasure. She went higher and higher but could never go over the top.
Rising Sun want to cum, she wanted it so much but feared the pain that came each time she got close. She tried to think of ways to control herself. Desperately she tried thinking of baseball. But baseball raised thoughts of the gorgeous Ichiro Suzuki, which made her think of men, and of sex and well…
Thoughts of control fled her brain and she convulsed and moaned and screamed for more.
Blackchrome gave her a few minutes to rest and then gave her more. Much more.
Rising Sun cried out in delight.
***
Finally, as the oriental girl was resting for a few minutes between orgasms Blackchrome walked to the corner and picked up Rising Sun's discarded communicator. She felt the speaker installed in her voice box come to life and picked it up.
"Hello Shamrock, it's me Rising Sun, I was wondering if you could come over here and help with my investigation."