Global Protectors – Homeland Security
By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com
Hello and welcome to Homeland Security a short and sweet
Global Protectors story. I actually
wrote this in 2003, after a long plane trip as it happens… but never got around
to finishing it till now. Absolutely no
real-life experiences inspired this story.
Honest!
Legal Horrors – The Global Protectors are copyright,
trademark etc. of Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone)
and are used with his permission. 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 or use the characters created in it 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
March
2005
Part 1 – Search and
Seizure
It was October 2003; the nation was obsessed with one burning question, who would be the next American Idol? Howard Dean was wondering how he should decorate the Oval Office and Paris Hilton was filming a new video.
And for the Global Protectors, it was another beautiful day…
***
La Sola lay in the gutter holding her side. She was sure the powerful droid had broken some ribs when it tore off her costume. Now the chrome blue construct was standing over her, its metal phallus emerging from its armored body preparing to ram right into her before she could catch her breath. La Sola had never understood why a robot would want to rape a woman but she’d seen it happen too many times to assume it was going to do anything else.
Doctor Droid’s combat droids had been sent to rob
Shamrock had gone down first, the victim of paralyzing gas. A robot was molesting the groggy girl now. Star had actually put up a good fight squashing two of the humanoid robots with a Coke machine before one of them staggered her with a plasma blast and proceeded to beat her unconscious with its metal fists.
Now La Sola was the last one left and about to be subject to a very public humiliation.
But at the last possible second the droid's head exploded in a cloud of debris. La Sola looked up and saw her leader Maple Leaf hovering over the battle with a stack of AoL CDs in her hand.
"Lucky I finished my speech at the trade show ay?" She tossed another CD accelerating it with her super strength to twice the speed of sound. Another robot head exploded.
The four remaining droids took to the air to teach the arrogant heroine a much needed lesson.
She didn't get it. With quick twists and hammer blows and a few more hyper-accelerated AoL CDs she trashed the remaining droids without getting hit once. In a few minutes she was on the ground helping her teammates up.
"Gracias Maple Leaf. That was incredible!"
"Not bad ay? Of course Tigress would have destroyed them all with one mean look but I can do an OK job." She looked at the states of Star, Shamrock and La Sola's costumes and sighed. "You guys had better head home fast, looks like I'm the only presentable one for the reporters."
She waited till her barely dressed friends were out of sight before heading towards the camera crews. Maple Leaf turned to they would get her strong profile and a nice shot of her cleavage too. "Hello everyone, I'm ready to give my statement now."
***
“Excuse me miss, could you step aside for a minute?”
Jillian Havre sighed and moved over. She hoped this wouldn’t take too long, she
had a flight to catch. As a former
Crown Attorney in
She was looking forward to the conference to spending three days as an ordinary woman rather than a superheroine. It would be a real test for her to make connections and impress people without the costume or the reputation she enjoyed as a heroine. Of course before she could do that she had to get on the damned plane.
One guard ran a wand over her body, detecting her keys and the change in her pocket. Then he told her to sit down and wait. She waited several minutes for someone to come over and finish up or whatever but no one seemed to be coming. Other people had their shoes x-rayed or were patted down and allowed to go. On the other side of the metal detectors she could see people lining up to board her flight. She started to get really irritated.
“Excuse me, but can I go?”
“Just one more minute miss, I’m sure the agents will be with you shortly.”
“They’re starting to board.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
She regretted not taking one of the Global Protectors custom jets; they’d get her there faster and without all this nonsense. But the invitation had come with a first class ticket and there was that secret identity to protect…
Finally a woman in a blue business suit arrived; she introduced herself as Agent Ross and asked her to come. Another agent took her purse and carryon bag away. Jillian was escorted into a small beige room. The only furnishings were a metal table (bolted to the floor), three chairs, two of them facing the third (also bolted down), a clock on the wall and a mirror running the length of a wall. There were two doors, the one she came in and one in the opposite wall. Obviously an interrogation room of some kind. Why was she here though?
“Can I ask what this about?”
“I really cannot say, except that you triggered a red flag in security. We’ll have to ask you some questions and then, with luck, we’ll put you on another flight today.”
“This is bullshit!” Jillian cried outraged. She knew that was the wrong thing to say to a cop but could not stop herself. “Do you know who the fuck I am?!” She was tempted to reveal her superheroine identity right there and then just to see the look on this woman’s face. “I’m…” She caught herself. “I’m Jillian Havre, I’m a lawyer, and I’m on my way to the Law Enforcement Commission conference right now! Unless you’re planning to charge me with something you can just let me go now!”
The bitch almost laughed in her face. “I’m sorry Miss Importante, but right now you’re just another fucking suspect. So sit the fuck down and wait for the agents to arrive.”
Ross walked out leaving Jillian alone in the room. She wondered if someone was watching now. She paced for a while. Then got annoyed and yelled curses at the mirror. She thought again about saying who she really was, or just breaking down the door but didn’t. Finally she sat down. Her plane had left an hour ago and she was still stuck here. She comforted herself thinking about the lawsuit she would file when she got out.
She felt dizzy for a minute or two there… almost sleepy…
***
Few people paid any attention to the cargo crate taken out of the security section. It was wheeled through the main terminal, loaded onto a black van and taken away. It was a large crate about three feet on each side. Large enough for a mini-fridge, or some suitcases, or an unconscious heroine.
***
Jillian blinked a few times, had she nodded off? No the clock showed only a few minutes had
gone by, and her watch confirmed it.
She wished she had some water or something. She was just going to shout at the mirror again when the other
door finally opened. Two men came in;
the taller gray-haired one introduced himself as Agent Hamilton while the
shorter, fatter, bald one introduced himself as Agent Jefferson. Jillian tried to make a joke about being
with two presidents but they didn’t laugh.
“You’re here Miss Havre because of some irregularites. We detected an electronic signal coming from your bag, too powerful for a cell phone or radio something that might interfer with the aircraft’s operation.”
Her communictor. It had an automatic homing beacon. She’d never considered that it might be detectible.
“So we checked your identity, it seems that ‘Jillian Havre’
was a crown attorney in
Crap. Before getting
her powers Jillian had been shot by gangsters.
Doctor Boyd’s process had saved her life and given her incredible powers
but they had allowed the
“Then, when running the wand over you we got some very strange readings.”
That might be the psychokinetic field that protected her from harm. It could mess up magnetic readings she supposed. How could she explain that? She couldn’t. Except with the truth.
“I’m sure there is an explanation for this but I’m sure you can see why we are suspicious.”
“I, I see the problem. The fact is I am Jillian Havre, and I am still alive. I’m also Maple Leaf of the Global Protectors, my communicator must have caused the strange readings and my powers might have messed up metal detector. If you’ll let me prove my identity I think we can clear this right up.”
“I see, I see. Please do.”
“OK” she stood up and took the back of the metal chair in her hands and started to bend it. It didn’t give. She tried harder. Nothing.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“B-bending this chair, but it seems a bit tough.”
“Please don’t damage the room. Surely there must be something else you can do?”
“OK, watch this!” Maple Leaf was always proud of her flying skills. While most of the others needed some space and a running start to fly she could hover off of the ground just by concentrating. Most times that is. But this time she couldn’t hover at all, she just got a headache.
“Um, watch what?”
“My, my powers, they’re gone.”
“Lucky we didn’t shoot you to check your invulnerability.”
Jillian started to panic; her powers had never failed her
like this before! “Um, let me call the
Gaea building, they can confirm who I am.”
“I-I don’t understand…”
“Well miss, we’ll have to hold you overnight until we can find out your real identity…”
She couldn’t do that!
She had to get back to the
“Wait a minute! My costume! It’s in my carry-on bag! Obviously if I have the costume I must be Maple Leaf!”
“I really don’t see what that will confirm miss, the Global Protectors sell all kinds of merchandise, I bet you could find a costume on their website. But I’ll have agent Ross bring it in for you anyway.”
Hamilton and Jefferson spent the next few minutes taking her fingerprints, a hair sample, a skin scraping and a mug shot. Finally the woman came in with a small package. Jillian recognized it as the spare costume she had packed. That small trace of her identity reassured her a bit. She didn’t know what was going on, why none of her phone calls had worked but this at least showed she was not crazy.
The two male agents nodded to Ross and left. Ross stood professionally at attention until the door closed, then she grinned like a cat and opened the package. A familiar white and red costume fell out.
“See! I am Maple Leaf! Now just let me go and…”
“Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Take them off. You have to be searched before being placed in confinement.”
“Fuck you!”
The first blow from Ross’ Billy club caught Jillian in the knee making her stumble; the second came down on her shoulder driving her to her knees. The third got the side of her head knocking her flat on back. Even after today’s bizarre experiences Maple Leaf was still shocked her invulnerability had failed her. Ross planted her foot on Jillian’s stomach pressing down with her high heel.
“Now, are you going to cooperate or do I have to get rough?”
“You’re so dead when I get out of here.”
“I’m shaking. Now take off your skirt.”
“Fine. Let me up.”
Ross kicked her in the side and quickly returned her foot so that it pinned the powerless heroine. “I think I like you like this. Get that skirt off.”
Humiliated but helpless (she could try and fight but all that would do is get her severely beaten and let them add some assault charges) Jillian moved her hands down to her waist. Slipping a hand under her she unzipped the khaki Banana Republic skirt and wiggled it down to her knees, exposing her panties and the tops of her stockings.
“Hmm, a black thong, y’know 9 out of ten women who wear black underwear are closet whores.”
“Screw you!”
“See, you are a closet whore. Now unbutton that shirt.”
Jillian moved her hands up and started unbuttoning the black silk blouse bit by bit. Shaking with anger she fumbled a few times but got them open. Ross lifted her foot for a second allowing her to get the last few buttons before driving it down again painfully into Jillian’s gut. Opening the shirt with her Billy club she looked at her prisoner’s red lacy bra and firm round breasts. “Very nice, oh you are definitely a closet whore; I bet you’d sleep with anyone if the price was right. And such tits, have you had work done or are they natural?”
Jillian bit back an angry response, once more comforting herself with thoughts of the lawsuit she would file. Despite the humiliation she was hoping they were recording this somehow, with that kind of proof she’d ruin all their careers, and send this sadistic bitch to jail.
Ross removed her foot and said “Get up Miss
“Don’t tempt me. Now finish the job.” She smacked her club into her hand to emphasize the point.
Reluctantly the proud woman removed her bra and panties and slid the stockings off her shapely legs.
“Earrings and watch too.”
Jillian removed her last possessions and tossed them to the guard who caught them and deposited them in her pockets.
“Now face the wall and assume the position!”
“What the-“the blow hit her cheek and knocked her off her feet.
“This is getting repetitive. And I bet you're more tired of it than I am.”
Panting Jillian stumbled to her feet, faced the wall and leaned against it with her legs spread and her ass sticking far out. From this humiliating position she was fully exposed and any attempt to move her arms would send her to the floor. The guard moved behind her smacking her club a few times to remind the prisoner where she stood. Looking behind her Jillian saw Ross putting on a pair of white rubber gloves, snapping them loudly. She shuddered, realizing what would come.
“Wait! You don’t have to- ah!” the club smacked into her ass making her whole body shudder.
“Sorry Miss
The next thing she felt was Ross’ smooth stocking sliding between her legs stroking her dry pussy. Then her hands cupped Jillian’s breasts rubbing them trying to get them aroused. She continued the treatment for several minutes until finally she could feel a bit of wetness.
“Mmm” she purred “maybe you are really Maple Leaf, I hear those Global Girls are real cumsluts. I heard about how Dynamo had all of them in one night. Anyway, now that you’re nice and lubricated let’s see what you’ve got.”
Without further ado she shoved four fingers into Maple Leaf’s tight snatch making her cry out in pain. “Yup, nothing up there, cept me.” She then rammed three fingers into Maple Leaf’s equally tight rectum. All pride forgotten Jillian screamed as she was double penetrated by the guard’s fingers. She writhed for several minutes until the invading digits were finally removed. Then she dropped to the floor clutching her aching pelvis.
Ross let her lie for a few minutes before kicking her a few times. “Come on heroine, time to get you to bed. Get up and get dressed.” She held out her hand to the abused woman.
Jillian ignored the offer of help and slowly, painfully climbed back to her feet. “G-give me my fucking clothes.”
“Sorry m’am, they have to be searched too. Regulations.” She smiled. “But you are Maple Leaf right? Your costume is right here.” She tossed Jillian the plastic package. Snarling Jillian took out the leotard. It was her costume, a white leotard with red sides and a big maple leaf in the center. But stepping into it she noticed the material was different, thinner, cheaper. Pulling on the shoulder straps she saw how once the white fabric stretched it became so thin it was virtually transparent, her nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible. It was probably one of those rip-off outfits they sold at adult shops.
“Don’t forget the footwear.” Ross added tossing her the white platform boots. Beyond arguing Jillian forced her feet into the tall boots, the heels were at least two inches taller than the ones on her real costume. In the one-way mirror she saw herself in the transparent suit and slutty boots. She looked more like a hooker than a heroine. Then she heard the click and saw the flash.
“Smile Maple Leaf!” Ross took another picture of the humiliated woman. “This one’s for your file!”
“You God-damned…”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing…”
“Now do the pose, do the pose for me!”
Swallowing her anger Maple Leaf put her hands on her hips, spread her legs and tried to smile. Ross took a few more pictures and then put the small digital camera in her pocket.
“OK heroine, time for bed.”
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