The Global Protectors – The Revenge of Blackchrome

By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com

The Global Protectors are copyright Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone). Other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus.

Do not repost this story without permission. Please don’t read it if you are younger than 18. Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.

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Marcus Lycus

August 2004

Chapter 2 – Shamrock’s Humiliation

Shannon O’Sullivan smiled as she flew over the city. FINALLY! It felt like forever since she’d gone out a real mission instead of just sitting in the Gaea Building looking at computer screens while her prettier, more popular teammates were out actually helping people.

But Rising Sun had called a few minutes ago asking her help check out a warehouse. It wasn’t much, but Shamrock was proud to do anything that might help catch that sex slave ring. She’d handed off monitor duty to Valkyrie and flown as fast as she could to the old warehouse district.

As the grim and gloomy grid of abandoned warehouses and factories came into view she started to feel a bit nervous. Everyone knows what could happen to a woman who goes alone into that area. Heck, Shamrock knew from personal experience what could happen. But she had chosen to become a heroine, to risk herself to protect the innocent and nothing would ever scare her away from doing her duty.

It took a few minutes to find the right place, there were few landmarks and most of the street signs in this neighborhood had been stolen and sold for scrap by the drug addicts and winos who made up it population. Shamrock endured a few cat-calls and wolf-whistles from gang members and the homeless as she circled the area but she finally saw the faded Malibu sign.

Like most of this neighborhood the warehouse had stood empty since the speculator crash in the 90’s. Valiant, !mpact, Malibu, Awesome, Topps, Legend, Acclaim… too many companies to count had closed their doors leaving behind only rotting warehouses and empty promises. Every so often there was talk of a revival but it never came to anything.

"Hello?" She called out cheerfully, expecting her teammate to be waiting for her outside. "Rising Sun? It’s me! Sorry I’m late. Rising Sun?" She started walking around the building looking for any sign of life.

She jumped when a group of teens in a passing Isuzu threw a bottle at her yelling obscene proposals.

Finally she saw a half open door with a faint light coming out.

"Shamrock, in here, I’m downstairs."

"OK! Hey Rising Sun are you OK, you sound a bit strange…"

"Down here Shannon…"

"OK, OK I’m coming." Shamrock walked in the door and found an old wood staircase heading down. She muttered a bad word ("darn") as she stumbled down the dimly-lit stairs. Why hadn’t Rising Sun just come up to meet her? She must have found something important!

"Hey, uh, Rising Sun, you really shouldn’t call me Shannon on a mission, remember how Maple Leaf was yelling at us about that. You know, cause of secret identities and everything."

"Of course Shamrock, imagine what would happen if a villain knew our real names."

Shamrock thought she heard her friend chuckle at that.

Finally she made it to the bottom of the stairs where there was a bright high-ceilinged concrete room empty except for the door she came in, a door in the oppose wall and a glass screen on the wall.

She didn’t look up and never noticed the black and silver shape clinging to the ceiling beams.

"Hello? Rising Sun?"

Shamrock started to feel worried.

Then something slammed down behind her cutting off her exit.

***

Half a world away three of Shamrock's teammates sat in their supersonic jet the Globe Hopper II. The cockpit door opened.

"Hey La Sola, could you come back here for a second?"

The Argentine heroine joined Aussie Girl in the rear of the plane, far from Tigress' keen ears.

Aussie Girl, the youngest and boldest of the Global Protectors lowered her voice to a whisper. "La Sola, I'm not sure about this mission. I mean, isn't Tigress acting a little funny?"

La Sola nodded; she shared the same concerns but nonetheless wanted to comfort her young friend. "Si, si but I think she is just angry because this villain escaped her before."

"Yeah, but following him all the way to Europe, seems a bit extreme. How does she even know he'll be here? And remember what happened the last time a bunch of us went into a spooky castle in Europe…"

La Sola shuddered at the thought of the Wraith Lord's dungeons. She hadn't been one of the Wraith Lord's 'guests' but she remembered some of what Shamrock, Rising Sun, Star, Maple Leaf and Valkyrie had said about it.

But this was different.

"This is different. We're not facing some legendary torturer of heroines, just some villain who dresses like Dracula, we'll be fine."

"So you don't believe the stories about him?"

"About him being a vampire?! No, no of course not, how foolish! This isn't some bad movie; this is the real world. He's not some supernatural monster! He's probably just a mutant or a genetic experiment gone wrong, " La Sola wisely decided not to mention that she was wearing a gold crucifix between her breasts, or that she'd eaten a clove of garlic before boarding the plane. "We'll be fine."

The Globe Hopper II continued into the Carpathian Mountains.

***

Shamrock spun around, almost falling over in her high-heeled boots. One look at the strong steel door told her it wasn’t some left-over from the warehouse. Obviously this was a trap!

"Ah!" She cried out when a cold metallic hand landed on her shoulder. She hadn’t seen anyone in the room a second ago.

"Hello Shamrock. Welcome." A woman’s voice whispered in her ear.

Shamrock’s (barely adequate) fighting reflexes took over. She swung her fist around towards the voice she’d heard (almost falling over again, those high-heeled boots just were not practical) and raised her other hand to block any blows.

Blackchrome simply somersaulted back, her computer-enhanced reflexes and onboard combat software easily anticipating the heroine’s by-the-numbers response.

Seeing she’d missed and remembering Maple Leaf’s frequent (and loud) reminders, Shamrock reached for her communicator bracelet and hit her ‘panic button’. Confident that a half-dozen powerful teammates were on the way she turned to face the villain. Feeling happy to have a chance to defeat a supervillain after much too long on the bench Shamrock spread her legs, flounced her hair, put her hands on her hips, smiled and said:

"Give up villain! The Global Protectors are on their way! And, and… I’m going to beat you up all by myself!"

Shamrock nodded at her own boast and waited for this black and silver villain to surrender.

***

Blackchrome tried not giggle as her onboard computer intercepted and deleted Shamrock’s SOS from the GP’s network long before it reached the other members. Same old Shamrock, so optimistic, so confident about her teammates. So very, very wrong.

Blackchrome crossed her arms and leaned against the far wall

***

The green, gold and white heroine faced the black and silver villainess for a minute or two. Shamrock’s smile started to fade as she waited for the villain to surrender, or give a speech, or attack, or something. She also wondered why none of her teammates had responded to the panic button yet.

"Uh… are you ready to give up?" She took her hands off her hips and hit the panic button again, just to be sure.

"Oh Shamrock, Rising Sun will be so disappointed in you. Haven’t you even wondered where she is?"

Shamrock blinked, honestly she had forgotten for a minute.

"Oh right, uh… I demand you tell me where Rising Sun is! Now! Or… I’ll hit you!"

Blackchrome stretched elaborately and yawned. "Skinny girl? Small tits? Screams and begs a lot? Haven’t seen her."

"You… you witch!" Shamrock dashed forward at the smirking villain but like a black blur her opponent just dodged out of the way. Shamrock threw blow after blow, each one powerful enough to dent steel plate but Blackchrome dodged them all with contemptuous ease.

Shamrock started to pant getting winded from the effort. Like all the Global Protectors she had super strength and could recover quickly so she’d never really bother working out or exercising much. Without exercise, her short-term endurance was a lot lower than it should be. Combined with the frustration of not being able to hit that laughing bit-witch and the fact that her SOS had not gotten a reply, Shamrock was slowing down.

Blackchrome continued to dodge and laugh and mock, never throwing a punch at the struggling heroine.

Finally…

Shamrock leaned against the wall panting and started frantically clicking buttons on her bracelet. Blackchrome faced her across the room, her hands on her hips and big smile on her face.

"H-have you h-had… enough?" Shamrock muttered between gasps. "S-surrender now… before I g-get… mad and stuff…"

"Tell you what Shannon, you don’t mind if I call you Shannon do you?

""H-How do you know…

"Oh Shannon, you may not remember but we’re old friends you and I. Anyway while you catch your breath, why don’t we watch a little TV?"

Behind her the screen came to life. Blurry at first it quickly focused in. Shamrock could see Rising Sun’s prostrate form on a dirty concrete floor, her hands were cuffed behind her back and a chain extended from them to the wall behind her. Two large, well-built men stood in front of her just out of her reach. Something was clearly wrong with the normally calm oriental; she was panting and sweating, lunging towards the two men like an animal in heat.

"No!" Shamrock cried out. "Kisume stop that! Stop! Why are you doing that you look…" Shamrock’s vocabulary failed her. "You did something to her! Make her stop!" She shouted at her assailant.

"Oh don’t worry Shannon, they haven’t touched her"(yet) and they won’t if you cooperate."

"Wh-what do you want?"

"Nothing too hard, I want you to surrender. You’ve done that before I hear."

Shamrock just closed her eyes and nodded.

***

Aussie Girl finished draping the camouflage nets over the jet and took to the air. Tigress was already hovering impatiently. "Hurry, my prey is waiting for us!"

"Uh right." She looked at La Sola for support but the Argentine just shrugged her shoulders.

The three Protectors took off over the foothills, heading for the Dark Count's legendary castle.

***

Shamrock felt like an icepick had been jabbed into her stomach. How could this happen? Again?

She’d been sure that this time she would win, she’d beat the villain and save her friend and Maple Leaf would have to say she was a good heroine and send her on more missions!

Now here she was on her knees in front of some crazy villain waiting for instructions.

"Well?" asked Blackchrome tapping her steel tipped boot.

Shamrock looked up scared, she hadn’t been told to do anything yet! "W-what do you-"

Blackchrome smacked her with her metal clad hand knocking the frightened heroine to the floor.

"I thought you’d done this before you stupid cunt. When you surrender to a villain, do you usually keep your costume on?"

"What? N-no… I mean usually they, you know, take it off…" her voice cracked and trailed off.

"So you want me to do the work huh? Figures. Y’know, fuck it. You just get going and I’ll have some fun with your oriental friend since you obviously don’t give a damn about-"

"Wait, wait, I’ll do it!" The shy Irish girl reached for the top of her leotard and pulled it down. She bared her firm breasts then stopped. She looked up at her captor, hoping this was good enough.

"And..." Blackchrome pulled her hand back again.

"Okay! Okay!" Shamrock stumbled to her feet and pulled the spandex costume down the rest of the way, peeled it off her firm butt cheeks and stepped out of it. Despite herself, Shamrock’s face turned beet red and hot tears fell from her eyes. Throwing one hand over her breasts, she looked down and held it out to her captor as an offering.

"Hmm I see you are a natural redhead after all" Blackchrome purred gesturing lazily between Shamrock’s legs. Blackchrome smiled at her captive’s discomfort, poor Shannon, she never changed did she? It was just too easy to push the girl’s buttons. She decided to push another one, she just HAD to really.

Snatching the costume from Shamrock’s trembling hand Blackchrome tossed it into the air and shredded it, slicing it so fast her claws were nothing but silver blurs. Shamrock took a few panicked steps back, afraid that she was next.

Stepping through the pile of white, green and gold fragments Blackchrome advanced on the scared girl finally pinning her against the concrete wall. The redhead’s nude body rubbed against the villainess’ latex; she could feel the smooth material and cold metal against her breasts and stomach. Trying very hard not to panic, not to scream Shamrock just shut her eyes and turned away muttering.

"Please don’t hurt me, please..."

Blackchrome leaned in closer, and gave the heroine’s ear a little lick.

"Hush dear, I won’t hurt you, not at all. In fact I think we’re going to have some fun together."

***

In the next room Turk and Rock walked around the Asian beauty, trying not to lose control as the gorgeous girl writhed and wiggled on the floor in front of them pleading with her eyes for their touch. They teased her, darting out of the way each time she lunged towards them drool spilling from her gagged mouth. The vibrator still hummed between her legs set high enough to keep her in a stupor but not high enough for her to feel any fulfillment.

The hard part wasn't avoiding her lunges; they were weak and clumsy. No the hard part was restraining themselves. The oriental girl looked so sexy any red-blooded man would want to take her then and there. You could fucking smell her juices!

But Blackchrome's $5,000 paycheck was (barely) enough for them to stick to the plan.

Behind them the door opened.

Turk and Rock smiled; it was time to get some.

***

Quivering as the villain pressed against her Shamrock had no choice but to listen to her whispered comments.

"Y'know Shamrock, I always admired you most of all. I mean it. The rest of your team are all selfish little cunts, I know you won't say it but you know it's true don't you? You can just nod."

Shamrock nodded.

"But you, you really, really care don't you? You'd never see Maple Leaf sacrifice herself the way you are. Did you ever see Tigress accept humiliation to save you? They'd just yell at you and call you weak."

Crying, Shamrock nodded again.

"But you understand. You’re willing to put yourself at risk, to offer yourself to save others. Why? Because you are a real heroine. Say it."

"I'm… I'm a… real heroine." She sobbed.

"Good girl, remember that, this is what it means to be a real heroine. Say it."

"This…" Her voice trailed off but Blackchrome knew the message had gotten through.

"Good Shamrock, good Shannon, you understand. Now it's time for you to do your duty and protect your friend."

Peering over Blackchrome's shoulder Shamrock saw the door open and caught a glimpse of her friend in the next room before the two bodybuilders filled the doorway. Leering they advanced towards her.

"Wha-what do they want?" She stammered but Blackchrome just grabbed her hair and threw her forward towards them. Stumbling she fell to her knees in front of the horny bodybuilders.

Turk and Rock walked slowly around the kneeling Irish girl checking out her long legs, her firm breasts and freckled skin. Wearing only her green white and gold boots Shamrock looked down, closed her legs and hesitantly put her hand up to hide her breasts. She could feel the brutish men's eyes on her and tried to choke down her rising fear. She had to be a heroine, a real heroine and do her job.

"What… what now?" She asked holding back a sob.

"It's pretty easy Shannon, these guys are looking for a good fuck. If you don't want them to screw your poor little friend back there you'd better make them a better offer."

"A better…" Shamrock couldn't finish the thought. She couldn't want that! It was too much!

Blackchrome's heeled clicked as she walked in front of Shamrock and delivered a sharp kick to the young girl's stomach. "What are you drunk or something? I heard you Irish are dim but come on. Get to it heroine, do you want to protect your friend or not?"

"Uh, uh… hello?" she managed hesitantly, her green eyes fixed on the floor. "Nice to meet you. Uh… you guys are like really uh… big."

Leering, Turk moved behind her and put his hands on her quivering shoulders. Feeling his strong reassuring grip Shamrock thought for a second that maybe this wouldn't be too bad. Except for the gross tattoos and eyebrow ring he was actually sort of cute.

Then Turk pushed down slamming the girl to her back with a thud. Surprised her legs sprawled open exposing her sex to Rock's leering gaze. The body builder stepped between her legs and started to unbuckle his jeans. Shamrock squeezed her eyes shut and tried to go limp.

Looking down at the squirming girl Turk felt like he'd explode on her right now. But the boss' cold eyes and his empty bank account kept him on track. Sighing he pulled up his jeans and buckled his belt.

"Hey boss, this chick just isn't into it y'know. Like, I can't even get it up…" he tried pat down the bulge in his pants before Shamrock saw. Rock tried hard not to laugh.

"Well…" Blackchrome let the syllable hover in the air for a few seconds "I guess she just doesn't care enough. Would you guys mind settling for the Oriental chick?"

"Yeah, I uh, guess she could be OK." Rock had to turn a giggle into a sneeze to keep from laughing. He let go of Shamrock's shoulders and stood up trying hard to look disappointed.

"No! Wait!" The Irish girl cried out jumping to her feet. "I, uh…please…" The two body builders kept walking. Behind her Blackchrome shrugged her shoulders and muttered "you had your chance".

Summoning her courage Shamrock trotted after Turk grabbing his meaty arm. "Please stay, please, I… I want to kiss you and uh… everything. I was just scared, because… you're so big…"

"Don't like big men huh?"

"No, uh…" Shamrock looked down letting some hair fall in front of her face modestly. As modestly as she could standing nude with two men. "It's just, I've never been with such big men…"

"I can see that, we are big."

"Maybe, maybe we can kiss first, just to start?" Shamrock swallowed and kissed Turk's beefy chest. She tired to put her willowy arms around him but his chest was too massive. She snuggled against him like he was a warm blanket.

Turk grinned.

Rock walked up behind the Irish girl and cupped her breasts. Shamrock cried out in surprise but despite herself, she moaned in pleasure.

***

In Romania the sun was setting when the three heroines landed in front of the old castle and looked at it apprehensively. The crumbling dark stone walls loomed over them and the five ancient towers of the castle made the whole structure seem like a colossal claw waiting to crush anything, or anyone, foolish enough to get too close.

"At last…" Tigress muttered.

Aussie Girl looked at La Sola again, this time the Argentine responded with a nervous glance.

"So, uh, Tigs, what's the plan huh? Sneak in through a tower? Hit the place with boulders till the big guy comes out?"

Tigress ignored her friend's suggestions and marched up to the front door.

***

"You don't like sex do you Shamrock?"

"N-no, no… only bad girls like sex, bad girls… I'm a good girl. Good girl."

"But sometimes you have sex."

"Only when villains m-make me but I don't like it… n-no…oh-oh-oh!"

Blackchrome smiled as the redhead cried out in orgasmic pleasure cuming for at least the third time. She smiled at Turk as he lay on his back with the naked Irish heroine rode his long hard cock.

Shamrock was so confused.

She knew she had to fuck him to save her friend and that she could not enjoy it, that was just wrong. But his cock inside her and her own hands on her breasts just felt so good…

"Good girl, good job Shannon, just flex your legs a bit more, up and down, up and down, that's right."

Blackchrome extended her needle claws again and slipped them into Shamrock's shoulder. Shamrock moaned again.

She knew Blackchrome was a villain and she should not listen to her and she knew about the drugs in Blackie's claws but they made her feel so, so good. She wanted to feel like this forever. And Blackie promised she could.

Turk just wondered what the hell was in those pills Blackchrome gave him, three hours and he was still hard. It made Viagra look like aspirin.

Rock came back pulling the oriental girl by a leash. The Asian kept reaching out to him, trying to grab his crotch. Somehow Rock managed to keep her off of him long enough to drag her next to her friend.

Shamrock looked at Rising Sun, she seemed OK… actually she looked sort of happy. That was good. Shamrock wanted her friend to be happy.

Rock lay down next to Turk and wrapped his meaty fingers around the Japanese girl's hips. He lifted her and impaled her on his own hard cock, she squealed in joy and started gyrating up and down its length with enthusiasm.

Shamrock was so happy for her friend and put and arm around her. They looked into each other's eyes, their lips came closer, their tongues poked out, they kissed.

Blackchrome came up behind them and hugged them both. They kissed her scarred cheeks, she kissed them.

Shamrock didn't feel confused anymore. Everything was so wonderful.

***

The doors opened for Tigress and she entered freely and unafraid. Her teammates trailed behind her apprehensively. Aussie Girl started to voice and objection but Tigress's scowl shut her up.

Beyond the door was a long hallway decorated with rusting suits of armor, rotting tapestries and thousands of burning candles. Rats and bats scurried away from the three brightly dressed heroines as they advanced down the hall.

Walking down it seemed to take forever. Aussie Girl was sure the hallway was growing longer as they walked. She glanced at La Sola and noticed the Argentine woman was fidgeting with the thin chain around her neck. Only Tigress seemed comfortable in this horror movie set.

The double doors at the end of the hall opened. A handsome man in a ruffled shirt and velvet cape waited at the other end. He looked into their eyes and smiled showing pointed teeth.

"Ah, Tigress my young friend, you are just in time for dinner."

***

Blackchrome helped the two girls into the trunk of her Mercedes; an exact copy of Maple Leaf's in case anyone was watching at the Gaea Building.

"Oh Shannon, harder, harder, please…"

"Oh Kisume, kiss me…"

The redhead and the oriental were still embracing and kissing passionately, the double-headed dildo connecting them kept both girls docile and content.

Just for good measure she gave them each another shot, just enough drugs to keep them going (or should I say cuming) until they arrived.

***

Rock and Turk stumbled out of the warehouse exhausted but happy.

"Damn. That Blackchrome bitch was pretty freaky but if she ever wants to hire me again I'm there.

"Fuck yeah."

"Hey you don't think those two chicks were really…"

"Nah, no way. Ever see Maxim's Global Protectors issue? The real Rising Sun has much bigger tits, and no way the real Shamrock would go for something like this."

"But…"

"I figure they were two rich girls who like to play dress-up. My old girlfriend would wear those Ultra Woman panties and make me tie her up. It's weird but some girls totally get off on it."

"They sure were hot though."

"Damn, smoking hot. I dunno about you but I'm still hard!"

"Fuck yeah, me too. What was in those pills anyway?"

"Whatever it was I love it-"

Turk tripped and fell to his knees; Rock laughed at him but then started coughing.

"H-hey man, I can't like, feel my feet at all. And my chest kind of hurts…"

Rock coughed up blood into his hand.

"Kind of tired…"

Turk hit the pavement face first. Rock followed a minute later.

The next day the medical examiner ruled they had died of heart attacks caused by an overdose of stimulants.