The Global Protectors –Stalked by Red Jack
By Marcus Lycus
(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)
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.
Marcus Lycus
December 2004
Chapter 3 – Silent Night,
Deadly Night
“So that’s the situation.”
The seven heroines looked at
each other grimly.
“Aussie Girl will be OK
right?” Shamrock finally asked.
“Yes Shamrock, I’m sure
she’ll be fine. Now I need all of you
to split up and search the city for Red Jack.
Maps with your patrol routes are by the door. Soon as you see him hit your panic button and we’ll finish
this. Any questions? Good.
Let’s go.”
The heroines stood up and
started to filter out. Except for Star
who sat back in her chair, put her feet up and asked “So boss, what exactly
makes you think we can find this guy? I
mean the odds of one of us spotting him flying around the city is pretty
fricking low y’know. Course from what
you were saying before your last big plan was to hang Aussie Gal out there as
bait and then get him. You wouldn’t be
planning to use us that way would you now?”
The others stopped in their
tracks and looked at their leader.
Maple Leaf had underestimated Star again. While the bleach blonde came off as an idiot most of the time,
Star definitely had talent when it came to avoiding work or danger.
“What? Uh, no, of course not. Using you guys as bait. That would be pretty awful of me ay?” The Canadian heroine tried to smile
innocently. “It’s not like I knew Red
Jack could really hurt us ay?”
The others weren’t buying it.
“That’s good boss, cause if
you did I think Aussie’s lawyers would be pretty interested. But now that you do know… why exactly are
you sending us after him alone?”
The room dissolved into
shouting and screaming as questions, threats and insults were hurled at both Maple
Leaf and Star.
***
Tigress rolled her eyes and
slipped out a side door. ‘To hell with
this’ she figured. ‘There’s a villain
out there, one of our sisters lies near death and the others are fighting like
children.’ Tigress knew she could take
care of Red Jack in the time it took the others to finish their
squabbling. Which is what she usually
did anyway.
Her high heels clicked loudly
on the marble floors of the Gaea building.
She noticed the lights seemed uncommonly dim and the headquarters unusually
quiet.
The hair on the back of her
head stood up.
Her nostrils flared and she
caught the scent of blood in the air.
It could just be from Aussie Girl’s wounds but somehow Tigress knew this
blood was much, much older. She heard a
giggle.
She smiled.
This was going to be easier
than she thought.
She followed the trail out of
the
All the better.
This way she could deal with
this villain in privacy without those pesky surveillance cameras around. She could slowly, carefully, take this
monster apart bit by agonizing bit. It
was the least she could do for Aussie Girl.
She walked into the woods
with a smile on her face.
***
Valkyrie noticed Tigress
slipping out and relaxed. Tigress was
by far the most competent member of the team.
Odds were the Kenyan woman would finish this case before the rest of the
group was even done arguing.
The team seemed to have
broken down into two camps.
Shamrock and Maple Leaf
wanted them to go out immediately and search for the killer while Star, La Sola
and Rising Sun wanted them to consider other options (although they had no
specific suggestions about what those might be). In the process old wounds about salary, royalties, kidnappings
and boyfriends had been brought up with Maple Leaf practically accusing Rising
Sun of betraying them and La Sola demanding a raise or she’d quit the
team. Both groups accused the other of
not caring about Aussie Girl.
Valkyrie shook her head and
wondered what to do. She’d stayed quiet
while they fought and could see both camps sneaking looks at their Ice Queen
expecting her to come up with a brilliant idea that would save the day.
But Val had no ideas.
Except maybe to mind control
everyone and make them forget this night ever happened.
Not such a bad idea when she
thought about it.
***
Tigress and Red Jack, two
predators, faced each other 20’ apart in a clearing surrounded by thick fog.
She had no quips or threats
for the deformed monster. Just a glare
that promised his destruction.
Red Jack just giggled and ran
his knives together.
After almost a minute, she
charged.
Predictably the monster leapt
out of the way but Tigress knew he’d try something like that.
Aussie Girl always liked to
brag about her flying skills, Tigress let her live with her delusions of being
the best flier on the team. She had
long ago resigned herself to the fact her teammates would never live up to
their potential and it was essential to humor them.
Tigress didn’t even break her
stride she simply rose into the air and kicked the killer across the
clearing. When he hit the oak with a
loud squishing sound Tigress was already accelerating towards him.
He swung the knives; she
shattered them easily with her forearms.
They were just steel. Not nearly
as tough as her.
He tried for another jump;
she caught his leg and slammed him into the ground. His spine bent at an impossible angle.
He stopped giggling.
Tigress smiled.
This was going to be easy.
She picked him up again and
tossed his broken body against another tree 50 feet away. The Kenyan figured she had at least an hour
alone with her prey before the others bothered to check on her. She started wondering if she would leave
enough of him to go to jail or not.
She thought of Aussie Girl.
Not.
“It was terrible, his body
just disintegrated when he fell unconscious.”
The cops would buy that one.
They had before.
She strode towards him a
cocky grin on her face. Around her the
fog was starting to lift.
“Little man, you will beg
before you die.”
The broken killer just
twitched on the ground.
“I just hope enough of your
spine is intact for you to feel pain.”
The killer started to giggle
but it became painful coughs.
Ten feet away Tigress
stopped. Something was wrong. She didn’t know what but-
“AH!”
Tigress cried out and felt
herself knocked back across the clearing into another tree. Rising to her feet she felt something sticky
on her chest.
She looked down.
Her costume had been torn
open and thin cuts crossed her breasts.
Her wrist communicators were shattered, their ceramic/titanium casings
cut open like tin cans. She blinked a
few times unable to believe what had happened.
Tigress had faced mad gods
and alien warlords without breaking a sweat.
A direct hit from Dr. Darkness’ Negaton ray had not even fazed her. How…?
Red Jack had risen to his
feet seemingly unharmed. A red glow
surrounded him growing thicker and brighter around his hands. The red energy almost looked like knives.
He started to giggle.
***
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Valkyrie screamed. “Are you going to argue all night or are you going to do
something?”
The others fell silent
looking vaguely ashamed.
“I don’t know about the rest
of you but I for one intend to find Red Jack grind him into hamburger. After what he did to poor sweet Aussie Girl
how can we do anything less?!”
Rising Sun and La Sola looked
deeply sorry. Maple Leaf stood there
with an unbearable smirk on her face.
“AND YOU! Maple Leaf how can you even think of sending
them out as bait?”
“But-“
“Here’s what we’re going to
do. Since Red Jack drained Aussie’s
powers, Rising Sun come with me, we’re going to modify one of our security
scanners to track Aussie Girl’s psychokinetic signature. La Sola, Maple Leaf and Star you will head
into the city together and be ready for our call. Shamrock go to the monitor room and see where Tigress is, she may
have found something by now. Got it? Good.”
The Swede turned on her heel
and stormed out.
After a minute Rising Sun
reluctantly followed.
After several minutes of
awkward muttering the others also left.
Val’s plan wasn’t bad and
would have worked.
If she had thought of it ten
minutes earlier.
***
Val didn’t even care if
Rising Sun followed her or not. She’d
do the work herself if she had to, it seemed like she always ended up doing
most of the work anyway while the others were off at parties or TV shows or
whatever it was they did.
Valkyrie loved her teammates
of course, all of them. But sometimes
they could be so frustrating…
Her high heels clicked on the
cement floors of the subbasement as she headed for the storage room. She was so angry she didn’t even notice the
wisps of fog sneaking into the corridor.
She pulled down an extra
scanner from the shelf and opened the box as she headed back towards her
lab. All she had to do was calibrate it
to Aussie’s signature and then boost the range. And then they’d pound this new villain into the dirt.
But then what?
Maple Leaf’s high-handed
leadership was starting to hurt the team.
She had known that Aussie Girl was in more danger than she’d said. And whatever she said now she had been
planning to use the rest of the team as bait.
But the other’s growing
cowardice was a problem too. After
years of celebrity status it was getting hard to convince some of these
heroines to risk their pretty faces fighting crime.
In most teams the only
solution would be honest communication and working out their differences. It could take months and it might not even
work. But for Valkyrie and the Global
Protectors there was another easier option…
A few years back Val had
obtained a mind control device from a defeated foe. She’d used it sparingly at first to secretly massage her
teammates’ memories and give them the strength to carry on even after a
difficult or disastrous battle. Over
time it seemed she needed it more and more and now used it nearly every
week. But so far she had refrained from
crossing the lines she had set for herself, refrained from using it for anything
other than restoring her friends’ mental health. But that didn’t mean she could not use it for other things…
The more she thought about it
the more justified it seemed. After
all, wasn’t she just restoring the team to where it was two years ago? Just bringing back the same spirit of
cooperation they had lost? That wasn’t
bad was it? And they’d never even know.
She arrived at the lab and
noticed with satisfaction that Aussie Girl was sleeping peacefully and with
irritation that Rising Sun had yet to arrive.
Brainwashing them all seemed like a better idea all the time.
So far Tigress was the only
one who had figured out her secret and the Kenyan reluctantly approved. In her world there was only the strong and
the weak and Tigress was willing to go along with anything that would
strengthen the others. For her part it
seemed Tigress never needed help. The
Kenyan heroine was very private but she had shared with Valkyrie how she
defeated over a dozen villains on her own, hunting them down seemingly out of
boredom. Val didn’t approve but she
could hardly argue. Tigress had a
nearly perfect record against her prey.
Val wondered if Tigress had
found Red Jack yet.
She put the scanner down on a
bit of clear space on the workbench and started unscrewing the outer casing.
She froze.
Something was wrong.
She heard something outside.
She opened the door but there
was no one there, either to the right or to the left.
Then she looked down.
There was a bloody scrap of
spandex decorated with a shield and two African spears.
Tigress’ costume.
Val opened her mouth to
scream.
Faster than she could react a
hand came from behind her stuffing a sweet smelling rag in her open mouth.
Her vision went dim.
***
Upstairs Shamrock, La Sola
and Star waited outside Maple Leaf’s office while she made an urgent call. Maple Leaf was doing she had not done since
she started the team.
She was calling for help.
“Hello! Avenging League of Justice satellite
headquarters, this is Blue Archer speaking.”
“Hello. This is Maple Leaf… from the Global
Protectors” (she added this in case Blue Archer lived in a cave in
“Oh right, the Global
Protectors. How are you guys doing?”
“Well, uh, we sort of need…
help.”
She explained the situation
leaving out as many embarrassing details as she could.
“So… do you think Ultra Woman
or Apollo can come down and uh… help us?”
“Well, I dunno. They’re kind of busy with like, important
things like that earthquake in
“Uh, yeah, just a serial
killer.”
“Doesn’t sound like the sort
of thing we need to call the big guys for.
Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Uh… right. What about
say… Sea King?”
“You got a plan that involves
swimming or talking to fish?”
“No.”
“Then he won’t do you much
good.”
“White Witch?”
“She kind of went crazy and
tried to kill us all during the Disassembly Crisis, so she’ll be out of action
for at least a few weeks.”
“Nightbat? He’s a master detective.”
“Sorry he’s out in
“Crazy drugged out hippy
eco-terrorists?”
“No, just regular old ‘no blood
for oil’ hippies. He really hates those
guys.”
“Right. What about Colonel Liberty? He’s your master strategist right?”
“Sorry, he’s at the airport
fighting the Germans and Japanese.”
“Time-traveling World War II
invaders?”
“Nope, tourists I think. He kind of has these flashbacks y’know. We just let him loose and pay for the
damages later.”
“What about you then?”
“Oh, I don’t think you’d want
my help. What was that you said in
Capes & Masks Magazine? Something about dumb ass archer heroes trying to
pretend they’re useful? Guess you wouldn’t want someone useless like me right?”
“I, uh, it was out of
context!”
“Sure it was.”
“So what you’re saying is…”
“Sorry lady. Can’t help you.”
Blue Archer broke the
connection with a smile. He’d been
wanting to tell off those Glorified Prostitutes ever since Star humiliated him
in front of the whole team. He wasn’t
too worried. He was sure it would turn
out fine. Even those glory hogs could
handle some lunatic with knives.
Maple Leaf crushed the
receiver in anger. That asshole! Probably just jealous that no one bought his
crappy action figures. She thought
about calling the Ex-Titans or someone but what was the point. They’d all be the same. Besides, she’d already crushed the receiver.
***
Groogy, Valkyrie awoke to
find herself strapped to one of her own special examination tables. Her hands were at her side at about a 45° angle out from her body. Her feet were also spread apart.
Her wrists ankles and neck were all bound with titanium steel cuffs held
in place on the table by powerful electromagnets. She strained against them but they didn’t budge. The magnets drew power from the Gaea
Building’s fusion reactor and the bond could be as strong as it needed to
be. Val had designed the table to hold
anyone this side of Bruticus; she had never imagined she would be bound on it
herself. She pulled anyway; perhaps her
captor had not set it correctly? No, no
such luck.
The table had been tilted
upright, Val was facing the lab.
“Wakey, wakey, hee-hee-hee”
And her captor.
Valkyrie
stifled a scream.
Red
Jack’s filthy cloak and rags were now surrounded by a red nimbus of
energy. As he twitched his fingers the
energy shaped itself into knives and claws.
Was this how he used his stolen psychokinetic energy?
She
had not seen him before, and had only the brief descriptions from Aussie Girl
and White Crane’s diaries to prepare her.
It wasn’t enough.
The
smell alone was enough to make her gag, rotting meat mixed with coagulating blood
and spent semen. Valkyrie felt her
stomach churn as the stench hit her. She bit her lip and willed herself to be
calm. She had taken on worse foes than
this before. Until she figured a way to
get free she had to stay calm.
Stall. Keep him talking. Learn more.
Keep him from cutting.
“Not
bad Red Jack. Not bad at all. Of course you’ve had a lot of experience at
this haven’t you? Fifty years? More?”
“Long, long ago… cut ‘em up
good.”
“Cut
who up Red Jack? Why?”
“Sniker-snak, pretty girls, pretty
whores, all fall down.”
“Whores?
Prostitutes? Red Jack what did you-“
“Eight little whores with no
hope of heaven… you may save one, now there are seven.” He looked at Aussie Girl
unconscious in her bed and trailed off into giggles.
That
sounded familiar… where had Val heard it before? “Eight? Eight girls? Do you mean the Global Protectors?”
“Seven little whores begging
for a shilling… one goes to the woods, then there’s a killing.”
“Tigress? Tigress!
Red Jack is she dead?”
“Six little whores, glad to
be alive…”
The
red energy became a blade, he slashed at Val’s chest and blood splattered.
“One slides up to Jack, and
then there are five.”
***
Rising
Sun rubbed her aching head as she walked into the lab. She was embarrassed to admit it but somehow
she’d gotten lost on the way. She’d had
a dizzy spell and wandered to the opposite side of the building. And all the way back to lab a terrible
headache and nauseous feeling had been growing.
“Hello? Val-san sorry I’m late gomen nasai. Val?
Val?”
The
lab was empty except for the sleeping form of poor Aussie Girl. The Japanese heroine noticed a psychokinetic
sensor on the counter top but from the looks of things Val hadn’t even started
working on it.
“Baka
Val, first you yell at me for wasting time, then you disappear.” Rising Sun’s stomach turned again, the
headache got worse. She paced a bit and
almost slipped in a wet patch. Strange,
Val usually kept the lab spotless.
Rising Sun tried to look at what she’d stepped in but her eyes wouldn’t
focus right. The headache had become
blinding. She hit her communicator and
signaled Val but got no reply. She felt
seriously sick so she grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled a quick note and
headed upstairs to her office to lie down for a bit. Val could buzz her when she was ready to go to work.
***
“NO! Kisume!
NO! Please no… please Rising Sun
you have to hear me!”
Valkyrie
struggled against the restraints with all her might and shouted until she was
hoarse but nothing she did could get Rising Sun’s attention. The Asian girl looked right at her more than
once but each time her eyes rested on her Swedish comrade she would grimace
with pain and hold her head.
Red
Jack crouched next to her, licking her blood from his fingers and giggling to
himself.
Finally
she left and Valkyrie’s hopes were crushed.
Shallow cuts already crisscrossed her body and she could tell Red Jack
was just getting started.
The
rags between his legs started to quiver as his tentacle-like member emerged.
Valkyrie
screamed!
***
Maple
Leaf stormed out of her office past Shamrock and La Sola.
“Let’s
go- hey where’s Star?”
“She,
uh…”
“She
kind of…”
“She
ran didn’t she?”
“I
think she said she was going to check on security downstairs.”
“Of
course she is. She’s probably hiding
somewhere waiting for us to take of Red Jack.”
“I
guess we should get going and look for-“
“No. Enough is enough. Fucking Star is coming with us if I have to drag her by her dark
roots. Come on.”
***
Star
hummed her theme song ‘Star-Spangled Smasher’ as she locked the vault
door. It’s not that she didn’t care
about Aussie Girl or that poor Chinese chick, she just figured she’d let
Tigress or someone handle this one.
After all she handled that mission cleaning up hurricane damage in
The
vault had a titanium door and its own air supply. Once the door was locked nothing short of the Incredible Behemoth
could get in. After that Incubus guy
and Blackchrome she’d realized that even the
Just
in case she turned off her communicator bracelets and put them on the
floor. She also undid her choker (with
the concealed GPS tracker) and turned that off too. Then she pulled off her boots and lay back on a pile of flying
carpets Tigress has captured from that Arab wizard last month.
After
a few minutes she started to wish she’d brought a copy of Vogue or a portable
TV or something, she was so bored.
Surely
the others must have left by now?
Eliza
usually had stuff to read; Star could just slip over to her office and get back
to the vault in no time flat. Yeah.
She
opened the door and slipped out, leaving her boots and communicators behind.
She
heard footsteps and ducked into Val’s lab.
She saw her teammates go by.
***
Searching
the Gaea Building Shamrock, La Sola and Maple Leaf came across Rising Sun
asleep in her office with her head on the desk. The Japanese heroine muttered something about a bad
headache. Maple Leaf just scowled and
told her to get in formation.
Irritated
the Global Protectors’ leader tired again to reach Val, Tigress or Star on her
communicator. Nothing.
The
four heroines headed downstairs to search the basement.
“Star’s
not here.”
“Don’t
be so sure.” Maple Leaf picked up a red
white and blue high heeled boot from the floor of the vault.
“Why
would she…”
“You
don’t think…”
Maple
Leaf’s expression turned deadly serious.
“He’s
here.”
“No!”
“What?”
“Think
about it. Val, Tigress and Rising Sun
aren’t answering their communicators and now Star disappears but leaves her
boots and communicator behind? He’s
here. And he’s picking us off one by
one.”
Shamrock
and La Sola froze in fear.
***
Red
Jack pulled his thick tongue from the Scandivian’s mouth. Val’s head slumped down and she finally
passed out. Her fabled strength was
gone, there was nothing left.
Red
Jack giggled and raised a glowing hand.
“Going to pull out yer kidney
and eat it up real nice.”
He
heard footsteps outside. Too many his
stolen instincts told him.
Then
one of them entered alone. She looked
around but could not penetrate his psychic veil. Then she left. He giggled
again and followed.
***
Eliza
dropped her last cigarette as she came.
She was sitting on her desk while Greg sat in her chair eagerly
attacking her pussy with his tongue.
Kristen knelt on the floor (where she belongs!) sucking his dick and
fingering herself.
Maple
Leaf had called a while back telling them to stay in the office until she gave
an all-clear so Eliza had decided to make the best of it.
But
now she was out of cigarettes.
She
shoved Greg off of her and headed for the door. She typed in Maple Leaf’s pass code (hey boss here’s a hint,
never leave your pass code on a yellow sticky note labeled ‘pass code”) and
opened the security door.
The
coast was clear but if there was a problem she sure wasn’t going out there.
“Hey
Greg go get me some smokes will you. La
Sola usually keeps a pack in her top drawer.”
“Uh…
OK.” The juvenile delinquents learned
pretty fast that you did what Eliza told you or you ended up back in juvenile
hall with some new charges.
Eliza
turned back towards Kristen, she felt like a rim job.
The
seventeen year old boy walked three steps out the door and screamed.
Eliza
spun around and found herself face to face with Red Jack.
Greg
was on his back with his throat cut, and standing over him was a nightmare from
every slasher film Eliza had ever seen.
Red Jack turned his face of rotting meat to her and smiled exposing
endless pointy teeth.
“Little whore, little whore
let me come in”
The
killer giggled and slashed downwards cutting Eliza’s cruel face from forehead
to chin. She screamed and fell to the
floor holding her face together with her with her hands. He thrust downward cutting deeply into her
stomach. He raised his hand again for
another blow when there was a scream behind him.
“OHMYGAWD!”
Red
Jack giggled and turned to Star.
The
American heroine turned and sprinted barefoot up the stairs.
The
cackling killer pursued her.
INTERLUDE:
Kristen’s Story
Kristen
emerged from the floor behind the desk just in time to see her friend Eliza
fall to the ground in a shower of blood.
She
froze.
Just
three years before Kristen Watson had been a princess in her own world. Her family was well-off; she was captain of
the cheerleading squad (three-time national champions!) and had an incredibly
hot boyfriend who was a cheerleader just like her. She was popular and perky and had tons of friends and stuff.
Then
one day it all started to fall apart.
It
started with a trip to the mall just before graduation. She and her squad had been working real hard
to learn their new routine before the national championship in
They
all remembered going into the shoe store, meeting a hot guy, going to the back
room to check out some new Italian shoes that had just gotten in.
And
then… there was a guy with some kind of weird helmet, and some stairs and then
some more guys, a lot more guys doing all kinds of stuff to them. And then when the guys were tired, she sort
of remembered doing stuff with the other girls. Something about her and Eliza and chocolate pudding and a
trampoline. But she couldn’t remember
the details; in fact it was all so hazy it might just have been a dream.
Her
next real memory was of waking up in a secret supervillain base under the
mall. The Global Protectors had saved
her, before anything bad happened they claimed. But of course if their memories really had been messed up… who
knows what happened. Kristen and the
others went along with what the heroines said, after all why would the Global
Protectors lie? But still for weeks
afterwards whenever Kristen looked at Eliza she tasted chocolate pudding in her
mouth. And then there was the video…
The Global Protectors said it was all look-alike models and photo-shopped
images but… it sure looked like them screwing all those VX guys.
After
that the cheerleaders went to
College
was not that much fun. First off her
dad was transferred to
In
her junior year things started to look up.
Most people had forgotten about those rumors and Kristen was starting to
make some real friends. And despite
everything she still admired the Global Protectors; they’d saved her hadn’t
they? So when she saw that the GP were
looking for interns she applied right away.
Surprisingly Eliza also applied, which was really weird since she was
always badmouthing the GP.
But
even the chance to work with her idols had been a disappointment. From the first day it seemed that none of
the heroines really remembered Kristen or particularly cared about her. They just sent her and Eliza down to the
subbasement to answer fan mail all day.
Then
things really got weird.
Eliza
was kidnapped or something and for some reason Maple Leaf made her the Global
Protector’s office manager. The very
same day Kristen learned that her whole trust fund was gone and she was broke. She tried to convince the bank it was a
mistake but they had a signed wire transfer from her moving the money to some
bank in the
Working
for Eliza and the Global Protectors was tough, there seemed to be no end to the
work, before she knew it Kristen was working 80 hours a week. She started getting these strange headaches
and always felt tired. Within a month
she couldn’t really think straight most of the time and just did what Eliza
told her.
Whatever
Eliza told her.
It
started innocently, one time Kristen was taking a shower and Eliza came in and
joined her.
Or
the time Eliza took a picture of her while Kristen was on the toilet.
And
of course the time they went out to a club and Eliza got Kristen to make out
with those two fat, balding 30 somethings.
Each
time these things kind of creeped Kristen out but she didn’t say anything. She just kind of went along with them, after
all Eliza was her best friend and surely she wasn’t going to anything bad to
her.
Then
things got really intense…
It
was last summer, about five weeks after she started working for the GP, about 3
weeks after moving in with Eliza.
Kristen was dressed the way she used to dress in khaki slacks and a pale
green button down shirt. And a bra and
panties of course. Sometimes she missed
dressing like that…
It
was Friday night but she was still at work.
She would have liked to go out but she had no money and Eliza told her
she needed to stay late. She’d already
been working for more than 12 hours that day doing data entry and answering fan
mail and as usual she had a bad headache and was having trouble thinking
straight, like her brain was stuffed with cotton. Plus she was feeling a bit horny; she’d been feeling horny a lot
lately. Ever since she moved in with
Eliza in fact.
Then
Eliza came in with Hank, one of the juvenile delinquents who worked as a
janitor. She explained that Hank and
Kristen had a lot in common and suggested that she be friendly with him and
left the two alone.
They
had an awkward conversation for a few minutes.
Kristen could tell she had nothing in common with this barely literate
punk from the west side. Still he was
kind of cute… She was just telling him she had to go back to work and when he
reached over, put his hands on her ass and started kissing her face. Kristen did what came naturally and
screamed.
Eliza
came running back in took one look, and smacked Kristen. Hank threw her to the ground and Eliza
kicked her roommate until the confused blonde started to cry. Hank pulled her back to her feet and held
her while Eliza berated, slapped and insulted the girl.
“After
everything I’ve done for you!”
“Stuck
up little cock tease!”
“Lazy
spoiled princess!”
“Think
your shit don’t stink!”
“Too
good for my friends?”
“Give
you something to cry about!”
Kirsten
started to cry. Eliza was her best
friend, she’d always helped her. Why
was she doing this?
Then
Eliza took the young cutie’s button down blouse in her hands and tore it open
sending buttons flying everywhere. Hank
put his head on her shoulder and gawked at her breasts. This was way too scary for Kristen; she
started to scream again hoping one of the Global Protectors would hear her.
“Shut
the fuck up.”
Kristen
shut up.
“That’s
better you dumb slut.” Eliza tore off
Kristen’s white strapless bra and stuffed in her mouth, effectively gagging the
helpless blonde while exposing her perfectly round breasts to her two
captors. Eliza reached down and tore
the fly of her slacks open exposing the top of her cute white panties with
daisies printed on them.
Eliza
whispered in her friend’s ear “this is making you hot isn’t it? Standing here all helpless with a hot guy
waiting to ram his cock up your young pussy.”
Eliza started tweaking Kristen’s breasts. The blonde gasped as her body started to respond. Eliza shoved her hand between the
cheerleader’s legs and squeezed.
Kristen yelped but felt something down there. Her little clit was emerging from the lips of her labia; this
really was turning her on! Hank started
kissing her neck and bare shoulders and she started to respond. Through all of this Eliza whispered obscene
suggestions in her ear “you want to suck his cock, lick his asshole, fuck him
on the desk, fuck him in the woods, take him up your ass, fuck, fuck, fuck, all
day long…”
Kristen
couldn’t help herself! She started to
hyperventilate, she could feel her pussy opening right there in Eliza’s hand
and leak juices through her panties.
Her hips began to sway and she began to moan through her bra-gag.
That’s
when the door opened.
Eliza
almost panicked and moved to intercept the new arrival. Hank smoothly pulled the blonde aside,
against the wall out of sight of the door.
“Hey,
uh, Eliza, did you just yell or something?”
It
was Shamrock.
Kristen
squirmed in Hank’s grip but he wrapped a strong arm around her slender throat
and squeezed until she fell silent.
“Hey
Shamrock, uh, I was checking the news online and uh, when I saw the Nikkei
average dropped 3.5% I kind of yelled, cause like, uh, I have money invested
there.”
“Oh. OK.
Hey uh, is Kristen here? I
wanted to see if she wants to go see that new movie this weekend. It’s called ‘But I’m a Cheerleader’ and I
thought she might like it cause she’s a cheerleader…” The Irish heroine started to come in but Eliza blocked her.
“Kristen’s
kind of busy now. And don’t you have to
get back to monitor duty? Wouldn’t want
Maple Leaf getting mad would you?”
“Oh,
uh, guess not…” The heroine reluctantly
turned around and headed upstairs.
Eliza waited until Shamrock’s petite butt had disappeared before she
closed the door and picked up a metal yardstick. She swatted her hand a few times.
“Now
Kristen, you’ve been a little naughty.
Time to teach you a lesson.”
First
Eliza took out a box cutter and held it in front of Kristen’s face; she popped
out the razor blade. Kristen squirmed
harder but could not escape Hank’s iron grip.
Smiling Eliza lowered the blade and cut a 2” strip from the bottom of
Kristen’s green silk blouse. With
Hank’s help she tied the blonde’s hands behind her back, tying them tight
enough to cut off circulation.
Hank
threw Kristen over his knees and pulled down her wet panties. Eliza handed him the yardstick. Kristen screamed through her gag as the
ruler came down but this time there was no heroine walking down the hallway to
hear her. Eliza knelt down by her ear whispering to the helpless girl.
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“You’re
such a little slut Kristen”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“This
is turning you on, getting you wet”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“All
hot and bothered”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“You
love this, prancing around in your short skirt”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“Like
some nympho exhibitionist, flashing your panties”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmmph!”
“Dancing
in front of my brother in your underwear”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmm…”
“You
want hot cocks in your cunt”
“TWAK!”
“Mmmm…”
“Boys
cumming in your mouth, on your face”
“TWAK!”
“M-m-m-mmm…”
“Up
your ass!”
“Mmm!
Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”
Kristen
had no way of knowing that for weeks her food had been drugged with mind
control drugs and aphrodisiacs to prepare her for this night. As far as she knew her arousal and orgasm
from this spanking was caused by something inside her. She realized then and there that Eliza was
right, she was just a slutty little nympho exhibitionist who needed hot cocks
in her all the time.
So
she let Eliza stand her up. She was
confused and disappointed when her friend pulled up her pants (the feeling of
the panties hurt her aching ass) and tied her torn shirt under the girl’s
breasts. Huh? Wasn’t Hank going to fuck her?
She needed to be fucked. She
needed a hot cock! Instead Eliza and
Hank lead her through the
Eliza
pulled off Kristen’s pants and panties and tossed them in a dumpster. Despite herself Kristen felt her spirits
lift, were they going to fuck now? But
Joe just lifted her up and planted her bare butt in the middle of the back seat. He sat down on one side of her, Hank on the
other, Eliza in the driver’s seat.
Eliza rolled down the rear windows.
“Say
Kristen, you’ve kept in shape right?”
Confused
the blonde nodded yes.
“Doing
splits and stuff right?”
Kristen
nodded again.
“Think
you could show these guys? They’re not
too sure they want to fuck you but I think if they see your stuff they might be
interested. So spread your legs. Wider.
Wider. Put your feet out the
windows. Good little cheerleader.”
Eliza
hit a button and the windows rolled up pinning Kristen’s legs in a painful and
humiliating position.
“Mmmph!” The girl cried out in pain under the gag as
her tendons were stretched by the rising windows. But then the two men started rubbing her legs, touching her
clitoris and kissing her neck and shoulders.
Eliza reached back and pulled out the gag. Kristen let a soft moan escape.
“See
Kristen, if you behave it feels good, if you don’t…” she nodded to the two
guys, Hank squeezed her pussy hard and Joe bit her nipple, Kristen screamed.
“If
you don’t it feels not so good. So you
want to behave don’t you?”
“Y-yes?”
“Yes
you do, because you’re a fucking slut, sitting in the backseat letting two
strange guys finger you and getting all hot because of it. You are getting hot aren’t you?” Eliza looked down at Kristen’s gaping pussy.
She
was.
“Well
you know, Hank and Joe don’t like sluts.
So tell you what, if you can go the whole trip back without cumming then
I’ll let you have sex tonight, but if you cum… well you’ll just have to settle
for a cold shower and a copy of ‘Men’s Health’ to get you through the
night. Got it?”
Kristen
nodded.
Kristen
didn’t make it.
Hank
and Joe fucked her anyway; they were in and out of each of her holes taking her
in her own bed for the whole weekend.
And
Kristen learned to love it.
Over
the next few weeks her life changed bit by bit.
One
day Eliza threw out all her pairs of panties pointing out that they were just a
hindrance for a slut like Kristen.
Her
jeans and slacks were next.
Then
most of her bras, except for the ones Kristen would wear without a shirt.
Eliza
took her shopping, to those stores; the ones on the west side where only ghetto
girls and wannabe hookers shop. She
stocked up on micro minis, hot pants, fishnet stockings and everything else she
needed for her new life.
At
work Eliza kept her dress fairly conservative, just mini skirts and tight
blouses. Unless you looked up her skirt
you’d never know. None of the Global
Protectors had ever taken enough notice of her to spot the change. Shamrock was the only one Kristen really
talked to and after Eliza had Kristen call her a dumb drunken bimbo to her face
Shamrock stopped talking to the blonde.
Of course the GP’s staff of janitors, gardeners and handymen (all
recruited from prisons and juvenile hall as part of the GP’s ‘second chance’
program) had free access to the office slut except for her two hour daily
workout which was required to keep her ‘fuckable’. But they were allowed to watch and then join her in the shower
afterwards. No one noticed how much time
those guys spent in Eliza and Kirsten’s office, though Tigress and La Sola
complained the staff was easily tired these days.
After
hours Eliza would take Kristen to clubs and bars and rent out her mouth, pussy
and ass for $10, $20 or $30. Ladies
could use her for half price.
And
when there was no one to fuck her Kristen would just compulsively play with
herself. When she visited her parents
for Christmas they threw her out for touching herself under the dinner table.
Sometimes
Kristen thought she could remember a time when she wasn’t like this. But Eliza kept telling her stories, stories
about blowing the opposing team during halftime, licking her captain’s pussy to
make the team or being gangbanged by judges at cheerleading competitions. Eliza loved talking about the time she slept
over and had a 3 way with Eliza and her brother. After a while Kristen started to remember these stories and
invent new ones too.
As
far as she knew Kristen had always been a slut.
***
Kristen
looked down at Eliza bleeding on the floor.
Her
roommate.
Her
teammate.
Her
boss.
Her
tormentor.
Her
lover.
Her
torturer.
Her
only friend.
Bleeding
to death.
The
phone was right there.
The
medical lab was just up the stairs.
There
was even a first aid kit on the wall.
Kristen
sat down on the desk and watched Eliza twitch.
After
a few minutes she started to finger herself.
***
Star
ran down the corridor and the red-stained killer followed.
She
screamed and no one heard her.
She
ran alone into the woods, too scared to fly.
Mocking
laughter pursued her, ringing in her ears.
This
could not be happening! She hit her
‘panic button’ again, calling for help.
Nothing.
Her
legs started to hurt, she looked behind her and saw no one. She paused for a second looking back at the
twin domes of the
And
then…
The
left dome shattered as Red Jack flew through it! He traveled in a long arc landing the woods fifty feet away. Star screamed and turned again to run. Pine needles and rocks cut her sensitive
feet but she kept running.
Behind
her Red Jack battered his way through the woods no longer bothering to fly or
to leap. His disgusting body began to
shift under his ragged bloodstained clothes.
The power he had absorbed in the last few hours was swelling him like a
tick. Trees fell like mowed grass as he
smashed his way after the screaming blonde.
“Gonna
get cha, gonna get cha, gonna get cha!
Cut cha up and fry ya up and eat cha up good!”
Rocks
and branches cut at Star’s sensitive feet destroying her pedicure. She was too scared to care. Too scared to wonder why her powers weren’t
protecting her, too scared to have the presence of mind for her powers to
work. The Global Protector’s powers
ultimately came from their minds, exhaustion, inattention or fear left them as
weak as any other women. And Star was
never all that strong to begin with.
“Please
God” Star muttered as she ran, “let me get through this and I’ll go to church
ever Sunday and I’ll stop drinking and no more sex and I’ll call mom every week
and …”
“Arrrg!”
Was
just her or were the sounds of pursuit getting fainter?
Behind
her Red Jack doubled over, crying in pain.
In a few hours he had absorbed more power than he had in his long
lifetime, his body could no longer contain it.
“and
like I said God, I’ll really, really try to go to church and I’ll only drink on
Saturday night and only sleep with guys I really, really like and…”
She
couldn’t hear anything behind her.
Red
Jack convulsed on the ground. Under his
rotted skin muscles and tendons shifted and reconfigured. His ragged clothes burst as his body began
to swell.
“Of
course God, like I mean I’ll try to get to church, really, but if I’m with a
guy or two or really hung over I might not make it but you understand right?”
Nothing
but silence behind her. Star stopped
and leaned against a tree catching her breath.
“Thanks God, I know you’d help me out, we understand each other
right? You know I’m trying hard but you
know I gotta have some fun y’know…”
She
took a few steps forward into a clearing.
In the darkness she hit something and fell over. She looked behind her; it was the wrong
shape for a log, if only this damn fog would lift. Then she heard it groan.
She turned around and felt it.
It was a body, Tigress. Barely
alive.
She
screamed.
Red
Jack’s tortured body stopped twitching.
He climbed slowly to his feet.
He watched her from hundreds of feet away and giggled. The whores were always so funny when they
thought they were getting away. And
even funnier when they learned they weren’t.
He leapt into the air flying far above his prey only to land like a
meteor before her. The impact knocked
Star off her feet and showered her with dirt and gravel.
Star
screamed futilely, but surrounded by Red Jack psychic veil no one could
hear. The killer was swelled with
power; his body had assumed monstrous inhuman proportions. He nearly 10’ tall and almost as broad with
arms that brushed the ground. His
tongue hung from his massive mouth like a tentacle and his swelled member
twitched between his twisted legs thicker than a Star’s leg and forking like a
snake’s tongue.
“Hee-hee-hee,
Jack’s back!”
His
long arm swiped out knocking Star fifty feet back into a tree. With one twitch his bent legs launched him
to her. He lifted the stunned girl with
his hands holding her body over his threatening member. The tips of his twin phalluses brushed her
spandex clad pussy and ass. His wet
tongue caressed her face until her eyes slowly opened.
“OMYGAWD
NO!”
The
two penises stabbed into her as the thick tongue jammed itself down her throat
until she gagged. He started pumping
all of her holes at once drawing power and vitality from her until all
awareness disappeared from the American girl’s eyes.
Contented,
Red Jack tossed the blond heroine’s limp and drained body to the ground and
licked his lips with his tentacle-like tongue.
“Hee-hee-hee…
NEXT!”
His
misshapen head had been engulfed by his swelled shoulders until it almost
disappeared into his torso. He turned
his body towards the
“Four
little whores to break over Jack’s knee,
One
screamed for mercy and then there were-“
The
sun began to rise over the horizon, the first rays reflected off the office
towers of Megapolis.
Jack
turned again, red energy cracking off of his body. He seemed to think for a minute, weighing his options. Finally he nodded and giggled again.
“Four
million little whores sitting unaware,
Don’t
worry girls, Jack will soon be there…”
Red
energy crackled along his skin. The
monstrous killer rose slowly off the ground gaining speed as he ascended. Like a crimson comet he roared towards the
defenseless city.
***
Shamrock
hurried ahead to the lab, she was worried about Aussie Girl, what if Red Jack
came back to finish her? She was there
alone! She ran ahead of her teammates
and ducked inside.
She
saw Valkyrie.
She
ran back out.
And
threw up in the corridor.
The
rest of team was at her side in a second.
Maple
Leaf and Rising Sun treated the worst of Val’s wounds while La Sola comforted
the hysterical Irish girl. La Sola
couldn’t admit it but she was frightened too.
Val was their strongest, smartest member, if Red Jack could do… that to
her what hope did the rest of them have?
Val
had been left with horrible cuts across her body and with most of her power
drained but she was still alive. With
first aid she would probably live.
Thankfully Red Jack had not finished off Aussie Girl when he had the
chance.
Once
the Swedish heroine was stable Maple Leaf got the computers working and checked
on Tigress and Star. Their signals were
both dead. She was about to order the
team back out to search when the first report came in from Megapolis.
Her
face fell.
“Guys…
come with me.”
“But…”
“Just
come damn it.”
She
led them to the
It
was a little after sunrise and the sunlight was just starting to illuminate the
city.
So
they could all see the fires and explosions.
They
could practically hear the mocking laughter.
“Oh…”
“Maybe
the Avenging League of Justice…”
“You
can’t expect us to…”
The
four heroines looked at each other. Red
Jack had beaten them, left their most powerful members half dead, they couldn’t
possibly…
They
just couldn’t…
There
was another explosion downtown.
Shamrock
turned towards the city. “Guys…”
“Ah
crap.”
“Kuso.”
“Mis
amigas…”
The
four heroines looked down. Shamrock
muttered a prayer. La Sola produced a
pack of cigarettes and a lighter from somewhere on her person and distributed
the smokes. Even Shamrock took one.
“Guys,
let’s finish this.” Maple Leaf declared.
They
finished their cigarettes (Shamrock choked on hers) and took to the air.
They
had to stop him.
That’s
what heroines do.
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