The Global Protectors –
Tangents
By Marcus Lycus
(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)
Hello and welcome to Tangents. This was supposed to be a set of easy short stories as a break before the big Global Protectors epic I’ve been planning for a while. It became a 100 page monster but it was so worth it. This time out I break away from the Global Protectors and explore some of the supporting characters I’ve created over the last year. This lets me try some different sorts of stories but forces me to work without the comforting support of characters someone else created.
Feedback is always
welcome but in this case it’s especially important if you want to see any of
these characters again.
The first story is my
tribute to Supergirl and sweet innocent heroines everywhere. I really enjoyed Peter David’s Kara Zor-El
story from last year and Jeff Loeb & Michael Turner’s current Supergirl
story and wanted to offer my take on the idea.
Which as it happens has so little to do with the stories cited that no
one will see the connection but that's another issue…
Why not just write a Supergirl story? I think using an established character is harder than making my own. If I’m using Supergirl people want to read about Supergirl, not a nymphomaniac wearing Supergirl’s costume. And let’s not even worry about the question of which version of Supergirl I’d be using. By creating my own Sun Girl I can use as much of Supergirl as I want but still have freedom to make changes.
Legal Horrors – The
Global Protectors are copyright, trademark etc. of Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone)
and are used with his permission. Sun
Girl and the other characters and text are copyright and trademark 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
September 2004
Tangent 1 –
“Die Protectors!” the
Human Dreadnought bellowed.
His twin gatling guns
raked Valkyrie with thousands of rounds of armor-piercing bullets. Even the Swede Supreme could not endure such
an onslaught, her spandex costume disintegrated (much to the appreciation of
the tourists) and the blonde heroine was tossed backwards through the front of
the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Her
psychokinetic field had saved her life but only barely.
“You will never stop
me from destroying
Hugo DeMott looked
over the battleground. With the Swede
and the Jap down only the Irish girl and the American remained to face him, and
the American girl was cowering behind a dumpster. He smiled under his steel helmet. This was it, after all these years of perfecting his Human
Dreadnought suit today was the day he would prove to the world that his precision-crafted
Swiss armor was the most powerful force in the world. He turned to the Irish heroine.
“Shamrock, why do you
defend these barbarians? You are a
civilized European like myself; you should fight by my side in my crusade to
destroy this garish and uncultured land.”
“HEY!” Star yelled “Don’t go calling the
Shamrock realized she
was alone; her two brave friends were out of the picture and Star… well she was
sure Star meant well. Sort of
sure. Actually she knew in her heart
Star was worthless but had to at least try to see a good side. Shamrock suddenly felt very afraid.
“Join me Shamrock and
together we shall remake
Shamrock looked
around. There was a bright yellow
Hummer 2 parked by the curb; she hated those big, ugly, dirty trucks. She walked towards it.
“Yes! Join me Shamrock! Destroy that filthy polluting war machine!”
“Hey Red what the fuck
are you do-AH!” Star fled behind the
dumpster again when the Dreadnought took a popshot.
***
Of course you know
that Valkyrie, Rising Sun, Shamrock and Star are members of the world-famous
Global Protectors.
What do you mean you
never heard of them?
The Global Protectors
are eight gorgeous women from all over the world, who fight crime, work for
world peace and don't wear much clothing.
What's not to like?
Of course unlike most
heroes and heroines they're not too shy about making a buck off it. Sure Ultrawoman might host a $100 a plate
charity dinner and Nightbat makes a fortune off of tee shirt sales but no other
superhero team has been quite as shameless about marketing themselves.
And Star is by far the
worst of the lot. Real superheroine
fans like to call the team's only American member the Anna Kournikova of
superheroes. They don't just say that
because she's stacked blonde, but also because she's a lot more famous for her
posters, calendars and magazine covers than anything she's actually done. Just like Anna's mediocre tennis career even
Star's biggest fans would have a hard time thinking of a villain she's defeated
or a heroic feat she's accomplished but somehow she always manages to be there
when the reporters arrive.
So now you're up to
speed.
Back to the story then!
***
Shamrock started to
feel funny. Everything was starting to
move really slowly, details looked sharp, she could see the texture of the
paint on the hulking SUV, the sunlight glittering off the fountains, the shell
casings falling from the Dreadnought’s guns; she could even see the micro
fractures in its hull where Valkyrie had hit it. And she knew what she had to do.
She picked up the H2;
the vanity plate read Assman. She
lifted it over her head, it had to be heavier than anything she had even lifted
before but somehow she felt no strain.
Was she in ‘the zone’ that Tigress and Valkyrie has talked about so many
times? They had described what it felt
like when their powers worked in harmony and anything seemed possible.
Shamrock kind of liked
this feeling.
“S-m-a-s-h t-h-a-t
h-a-t-e-f-u-l t-r-u-c-k S-h-a-m-r-o-c-k” the Human Dreadnought yelled
incredibly slowly.
Everyone else seemed
to be crawling and Shamrock was moving faster than she ever had in her
life. She turned towards the
Dreadnought.
Hugo didn’t even have
time to cry out. One second his
European companion was getting ready to smash that phallic symbol of American
arrogance, the next second the Hummer was speeding towards his chest. He heard the sound of tearing metal and
popping rivets as his armor cracked.
The eight-ton suit flew backwards into the fountain. Then the redhead was standing on his chest
pounding the cracked hull with her fists.
Water poured in through burst seams.
The water hit the hydrogen fuel cells.
Millions of volts of electricity passed through the villain and the
heroine, and both fell into darkness.
Star climbed out from
behind the dumpster.
***
“And so once I saw
that Euro-wenie was more than a match for the foreigners on the team I knew I
would have to step in.” Star explained
her latest victory to the reporters while standing atop the ruined Dreadnought
armor. “Everyone knows that some Swiss
tank suit is no match for good old fashioned
She arched her back a
bit more letting her one-piece leotard slide down a bit to expose more
cleavage. She gave them her
million-dollar smile (no exaggeration, that's how much she has it insured for
with Lloyd's of London) and flounced her blond hair. She turned to her side to show off her long tan legs, firm belly
and round butt. The cameras clicked and
whirred.
"It's a good
thing I was here or this priceless collection of Rock and Roll memorabilia
might have been destroyed."
Some of the witnesses
might remember things a bit differently than Star’s version but the American
heroine knew that in the end people remembered what their TV told them. Everything else was just details for little
people to worry about.
Behind her, out of
sight of the cameras, paramedics worked desperately to revive her fallen
teammates.
***
That night found Star in
the penthouse suite of the Cleveland Hilton.
The mayor has insisted she stay a few days until they could organize a
parade in her honor. How could she
refuse?
The other girls were
back at their headquarters in Megapolis.
Tigress and Maple Leaf had shown up to collect them; it looked like
they’d be OK. The Irish girl was still
out of it but Star figured it was nothing serious, everyone knows the Irish
have thick skulls. And Shamrock was a tough chick; she’d be fine. She’d be OK. She had to be…
Restless she climbed
out of bed, carefully stealing a blanket without disturbing Warrick. She slipped out to the balcony and lit a
cigarette. That was one downside to
superpowers she’d learned. The normal
guys tired out way too fast and left her wide-awake and horny as hell.
“Too bad all the
superguys are such dicks…" she muttered.
She looked up at the
moon; it was really bright tonight.
Really bright, and golden. Like
the sun.
She realized she
wasn’t looking at the moon.
“Greetings my lady
Star, the Zeus-Son, God of the Sun and Lord of Light doest greet thee!”
“Alpo!” She cried out.
“Apollo” he replied
sounding vaguely disappointed.
A dozen emotions shot
through Star. Well, OK, two
emotions. But for her that was a lot.
Apollo was among the
most powerful heroes in the world, only Ultra Man was in his league. He was a bit wacko, talking funny and
telling people he was like a god and stuff but other than that he was
cool. Star had met him a few months ago
when she applied to join the Avenging League of Justice, the world’s greatest
superhero team. She should have made it
in after impressing (and sleeping with) most of their members but the assholes
had turned her down. Nightbat had
practically called her a slut. So she
hated Apollo’s guts. But then again he
was hung like a horse and had stamina for days. It’s hard to hate a guy like that. Especially after a lousy five-minute fuck like Warrick.
“So, uh, what’s up?”
The Greek God hovered
over her allowing her to look up his white toga and glimpse a reminder of why
she couldn’t stay mad at him. She let
the blanket slip down a bit exposing more cleavage.
“Ah beautiful Star thy
beauty belies thy name for thou art no mere Star, one amongst thousand; thou
art a radiant sun whose glory enlightens even the Zeus-Son!”
“Huh?”
“This eve, the Lord of
Light comes to thee to ask a boon, for duties on distant
“Huh? You’re going on vacation or something?”
“But I dare not leave
this Earthly realm unguarded lest my evil half-brother Ares or my mischievous
half-brother Hermes take this time to bedevil the mortals the Lord of Light has
pledged to protect.”
“Huh? You’re going on vacation and you want me to
cover for you?” Star pictured the
headlines “Star Chosen to Protect Earth”.
“Star: Earth’s Greatest Champion”.
But then again that sounded like a lot of work.
“Nay my glorious Star
though thy strength is that of Pallus Athena, thy skills those of Artemis and
thy beauty (and other attributes) as those of Aphrodite, thou art still a mere
mortal, unready to face the Olympian challenges that I, Apollo, protect thine
world from.”
“Oh…” The headlines in
her mind changed “Star Rejected by Apollo (AGAIN!)”. She pulled the blanket up, practically to her neck. But why did this asshole fly out here just
to insult her?
“So it is that I have
chosen another to protect this realm.
And that is the boon I must ask of thee. In my absence my protégé
“Huh? You want me to baby-sit your kid sister?”
“Baby-sit? I do not know this queer mortal word, I ask
that you become her tutor, her genius, showing her the ways of this world that
she may become a heroine as you have.”
“Oh…" Star
smiled, that was different. She
pictured the headlines now… “Star, Mentors New Hero”, no that made her sound
old, like a teacher “New hero looks to Star!” that sounded better. And if she was right…
“So, like this sister
of yours, what’s her name again Aura?”
“
“Right, is she like as
strong as you and stuff?”
“Mine sister doest
share in mine Olympian Strength for in her too does flow the blood of the
All-Father.”
“And she’s gotta do
what I say right?”
“She shall be as your
faithful servant and you shall be her kindly mistress, she shall learn at the
feet of Star the Radiant as loyal Patroclus learned at the feet of mighty
Achilles!”
That sounded like a
yes. So Star was going to teach a young
chick, with all of Apollo’s powers.
Someone to do the dirty work while Star sat back and basked in the
glory. She’d always known that was the role
she was meant to play, none of this crap where she had to break her nails hitting
armored guys, Star always knew she meant to be more of a supervisor than one of
those heroines who went around fighting villains and saving people.
The name would have to
go of course.
“I’ll do it!”
“Splendid! The Zeus-son doest glow with pleasure, how
may the Lord of Light thank thee?”
Star concentrated and
hovered up to his level. She let the
blanket fall to the streets below. She
moved close to him. The hem of his toga
rose as something huge stirred beneath it…
They embraced.
Star’s screams
shattered windows all over
Warrick woke up alone
to them wondering what had happened to his girl.
***
The next day Star was
on the phone with her manager Greg Silverstein.
“Yes, I am fucking
serious. Get on a goddamn plane and get
your ass to
Star and Sun Girl.
This was going to be
awesome.
***
Star paced up and down
the hotel suite, chain-smoking.
“He said she’d be here
at sunset, HELLO, the sun set like an hour ago, what the fuck, don’t they have
clocks in fucking wonderland or where ever?”
Greg poured himself a
scotch and tried not to stare too obviously at his client’s wiggling ass. “Star, sweetie, you’re working yourself into
a state. Now are you sure that guy was
the real Apollo? I mean it could have been-“
“What? It could have been some other 7’ tall
glowing guy who flies?”
“I’m just saying,
maybe you should have gotten something in writing, y’know that way if this is a
washout we can go after him for breach of contract.”
Star snorted, “Yeah,
tell a guy who can move the planet you’re gonna sue him. That’ll work.”
“Hey, sweetie, how
long we been working together? Two years now?
I like you but you dragged me out of a meeting with Sony. You’d better have something to show me and a
crazy story about some superhero’s sister don’t cut no-“
Star was staring at
something over his shoulder; Greg turned and saw a soft pink glow like a sunset
or… a dawn. It was coming closer to the
penthouse. In seconds he could see a
shape in it; it looked like a girl standing in midair surrounded by a glowing
cloud, like an aurora, the
She smiled; it was
like the first bit of daylight illuminating the night sky.
“Mistress Star, I am
so sorry to be late.”
***
Star looked at her new
kid partner sitting in a dinning room chair.
“Do you like my body?”
Greg almost choked on
his scotch.
“Master Apollo helped
me choose my appearance.”
“Uh, choose? You mean your outfit?”
“I am an Olympian” she
said as though that explained everything.
“Master Apollo advised me on how I should appear to you. He thought appearing as a youthful girl
would be more pleasing to your eyes.”
The girl looked about
sixteen, though very well developed for her age. But her heart-shaped face, welcoming smile and innocent eyes made
her look like an all-American girl next door.
The face of an angel, but with the body of a porn star. It was a look Star had tried to perfect for
years but never quite pulled off.
Star walked around the
visitor.
“So, uh, you could
look like anyone then?”
“Oh, only before I
came. Once I entered the mortal realms
through the gateways of
“OK, so you can’t
change shape” good, Star thought shape-shifters were icky. “So tell me, what are your powers?”
“I am an Olympian
Mistress Star, and Princess of the Dawn.
Like my brother I have Olympian Strength, Olympian Indestructibility,
and Olympian Speed. I command the light
of the dawn with my Solar Vision and walk on the winds.”
“Super strength,
invulnerability, super speed, heat vision and flying. The usual package.” Greg
translated.
"We should
probably like test that and stuff."
"I got just the
thing. Hey uh,
"Is this good
Master Greg?"
He took it back. "Sweetie that's perfect."
“Right, now like what
are your weaknesses? You allergic to any radioactive rocks? Powerless against the color teal? Need a magic belt? Lose your powers if you kiss a man? Anything dumb like that?”
“Oh no Mistress Star,
that sounds most absurd indeed. My only
weakness is my ignorance of this mortal world.
I only hope that I can learn enough from your wisdom and heroic example
to correct that.”
“You sure about
this? I don’t want get tied up and
stripped in some abandoned warehouse cause you ran out of super vitamins!”
“Of course not
mistress! But… does that happen often?”
“What? Getting stripped in some abandoned
warehouse? Uh… no, never, hardly
ever. Right Greg?” She poked him in the ribs and Greg nodded.
“Now then Sun Girl-“
“Sun Girl Mistress
Star?”
“Yeah that’s your new
name, your heroine name, don’t forget it.
So Sun Girl, time for your first lesson. What do you know about merchandising and publicity?”
Greg opened his
briefcase and took out the contracts.
***
“OK Greg, how do these
look?” Star pulled a couple more
designs off the printer. Once the
contracts were signed Star and Greg had retired to the back room to get some
groundwork done leaving
The first order of
business was a costume.
Greg sneered at the
first one, a white mid-riff tee shirt, blue tube skirt and short cape. It looked like something from a schoolgirl’s
closet. The next one wasn’t much
better, a tight blue top with red shoulder pads, a red miniskirt and, for some
bizarre reason, a red headband. Hello 1983! Loose blue top, red hotpants and red ballet
slippers? Did they think she was a
Obviously these guys
were just sending out anything they had lying around hoping Star would buy the
design. Greg shook his head; none of
them were anything a heroine would be caught dead in.
The door opened. “Mistress Star, I must ask you, what is the
meaning of this word booty? I hear it
many times on the far-looking device you have shown me.”
“Uh, not right now Sun
Girl, we’re trying to pick a costume for you.”
“Costume? Do you mean the ritual garb I will wear in
my role as protector of humanity?”
“Uh, yeah, your
heroine costume y’know.”
“Oh Mistress Star,
before I came spent many days watching you and your noble sisters and I have
already created my ritual garb. Please
let me show you!” The young heroine closed
her eyes and concentrated, a pink glow surrounded her slim body, she rose into
the air and began to slowly spin, stretching her arms in exotic dance-like
moves. Her thin toga disappeared
leaving her momentarily naked.
Greg dropped his drink.
Then a white costume
appeared over her body, flowing from her wrists down along her willowy arms,
over her shoulders (and pert breasts), down her concave stomach and finally
becoming a short pleated skirt that ended an inch blow her butt. A golden belt appeared around her slim waist
and gold buttons appeared in her shoulders.
She turned again in the air and a red cape unfolded. There was a flash of golden light and a
yellow sun symbol appeared on her chest and on the cape. She still wore the red sandals and
(thankfully) a pair of red panties had appeared to cover her private
parts. She landed and beamed at the two
adults.
Greg looked her up and
down. “Not bad, not bad, kind of retro
but still cute and sexy but not in a slutty way like some heroines.”
Star frowned at that
comment.
“I think we have a
winner.”
“Thank you Master
Greg, your approval fills me with joy!”
Star frowned, she’d
seen the way Greg was looking at this kid, he’d never looked at her like
this. If all the guys were going to be
staring at her maybe Sun Girl needed to get some acne or gain a few pounds or
something…
“Fine then. Greg I think we’re done for tonight. First thing tomorrow I need you to set up
the press conference, we can do it after the parade on Saturday, and then could
you watch her for the day. I’ve got to
get back to Megapolis and take care of some stuff there.”
***
After taking some
quick pictures of Sun Girl in her costume for the action figure company Star
put her up in the spare bedroom. She
waited until Greg had gone and the girl looked asleep before calling Warrick
for a little night time visit. He was
no Alpo but after all the stress today she needed something.
He was a bit better
this time; he seemed to remember the word foreplay and didn’t shoot his load in
the first five minutes either. Star
figured last night was a fluke, it was his first time with her and, well, what
guy wouldn’t lose it in the first five minutes with her? But after two times he said he was spent and
tried to go to sleep. Star figured she
could get one more ride out of this stallion and locked her lips around his
thick member.
Lost in her task, Star
never even noticed
***
Dawn…
Greg could not take
his eyes off of her.
He wondered how old
she was, she looked like a kid (from the neck up at least) but he’d heard
something about Apollo always looking young.
She might actually be in her twenties or something. Nothing wrong with a guy in his 40s being
with a girl in her 20s right? He had to
ask, he had to.
“So, uh,
The blonde bent her
head and wrinkled her nose obviously thinking hard. “I am about sixteen Master Greg.”
“Sixteen years old
huh…” well that was out of the question then.
“Years? Oh no Master Greg, sixteen of your
millennia.”
Sixteen THOUSAND years
old? Greg walked over to the bar and
poured himself a strong drink. Talk
about botox… He looked again at her perky
nipples poking through the see-through toga; this was so not going to work.
“Say, uh, do you have
any other clothes?”
“No Master Greg, in
the paradise of
“OK then, let’s get
you to the mall.”
***
Star flew back to the
Once the meeting broke
up she grabbed Valkyrie on her way downstairs.
The Swedish heroine was back on her feet but her fair skin was still
dotted with bruises from her minigun massage.
“Hey, uh, got a
minute?”
“Actually I am quite
busy, Shamrock still needs medical attention and I'm quite worried about Rising
Sun's concussion-“
“Right, right, you’re
like into this whole superhero thing and I wanted to ask if you know anything
about Alpo.”
“Apollo?”
“That’s I said. Now do you know like what his deal is with
that whole ‘I’m a Greek god thing?’ Is
he like nuts or what?”
“That’s a very
interesting subject actually…”
Star groaned, that
usually meant a long lecture.
“When he first appeared
in the 1960’s, the so-called Silver Age of Heroes, claiming to be a god of myth
most people assumed, as you implied, that he was lying or insane. In fact the 1963 Kirby Guide
described him as incredibly powerful but possibly delusional. However in the 40 years since then literally
dozens of entities have appeared who also share his claim that they are
creatures of Greek myth. Ultra Woman’s
people seem to be the amazons of myth, Apollo’s half-brother Ares has threatened
the world many times and of course there is the mad titan Cronos who played a
pivotal role in the Secret Crisis…”
“Secret Crisis? Never heard of it.”
“Well, it is a
secret. In short it now seems that
there is some basis to Apollo’s claim of a mythic origin. Even Professor Salvador of the Ex-Titans
speculates that mutant genes are the result of thousands of years of
Olympian/Terran crossbreeding, hence the name.
The Allen-Richards Institute theorizes that what Apollo calls Mount
Olympus may be some sort of parallel reality whose superpowered members have
found a way to-“
“So he’s like an
alien, got it. Now has anyone said
anything about his kid sister Aura?”
“Aura? Do you mean
“Yeah, that’s what I
said.”
Valkyrie chuckled
“Didn't you learn all this when you read the Iliad in school?"
"Ill-e-ad?"
"Uh right. Never mind.
“No?”
“She is the daughter
of titan Hyperion, brother to Cronos, father of Zeus. Since Apollo is the son of Zeus and Leto she would actually be
his great aunt.”
Star pictured her
wrinkly old great aunt Betsy, yuck, that was too gross. She’d just stick with the kid sister story;
it would sound better in the papers.
“OK, thanks Val, uh,
see you later.”
“Star do you mind if I
ask why you’re so interested-“but the American had already left. Val shrugged and headed downstairs. Shamrock had broken most of the bones in her
hands and needed constant attention.
Flying back to
Goodbye Global
Protectors! With a chick like Sun Girl
in her pocket Star was going solo!
***
Greg gave the blonde
his overcoat and took her to the nearest mall to get her something to wear that
wouldn’t give him a boner every time he looked at her. That’s what girls do right? Shopping?
That had to be a universal constant.
He decided to start
with the basics, Victoria Secret. But
after three attempts to explain to the young goddess what a bra is and why she
needs one (and getting a lot of dirty looks from the other patrons) he gave up
and decided that he’d just settle for getting her some shirts he couldn’t see
her tits through.
At the Gap they picked
out some shirts, a girl guesstimated
***
What could she do?
What would Mistress
Star do in this situation?
***
Marty hated his
job. ‘Changing room 5’, ‘No more than 3
items ma’am’ all day long. The pimply
eighteen-year old thought working at the Gap would be awesome but it was so
damn frustrating. All these chicks
coming through, taking off their clothes ten feet away from him and he didn’t
get to see anything. Not a damn
thing. Some days he had to sneak into
the back room and whack off just to stay sane.
One of the blondes was
coming up to him now; the one who’d been in that transparent dress before (man
why didn’t she keep that on?). Probably
going to ask if she could wear the clothes out of the changing room to show her
dickwad boyfriend or something.
She came up and
blushed and lowered her face obviously embarrassed. Marty wondered how old she was, looking at her body he’d figured
she was grown up but her face was really young.
“Excuse me sire” she
lowered her voice to a whisper. Marty
caught a bit of an accent, was she from
Master Greg? What the fuck? Was she into one of those weird S&M things? Maybe it was some reality show or sorority
initiation.
The blonde stepped a
bit closer; Marty had to cross his legs.
She folded her hands below her stomach so that her arms pinched her
breasts together. Marty could tell she
wasn’t wearing a bra. “Is there some
other good or service I might exchange for these garments sire?”
Marty smirked. He led her to the back room.
***
Greg was about to go
back in when Star called.
“Hey sweetie, yeah
she’s with me now, getting her some clothes and stuff. Yup, she’ll be with you at the parade and
then you’ll do a patrol. Lawyers say
your contract with the Global Protectors should be easy to break, after that
video with Val and La Sola last year you can break it on moral grounds, hanging
out with sluts like that hurts your career.
They might try and sue you for trademarks, y’know Sun Girl/La
Sola/Rising Sun, but that will never work.
Remember that whole Ultra Woman/Wonder Woman thing? So yeah, it’s finally gonna happen, your
solo career is waiting for you, just have to whip that girl into shape.”
***
As soon as the door
closed the girl dropped to her knees and unbuttoned her top. Marty hadn’t seen too many tits but he knew
what he liked. Her breasts were firm
and well rounded and perky as anything, the nipples jumped to attention as soon
as the shirt came open. She smiled up
at him like a kid with an ice cream cone and opened his fly. And started to lick.
***
Greg wandered the Gap
for twenty minutes. Where the hell was
she? No way it was taking her that long
in the changing room. But
“Say, uh,
“No Master Greg.”
“So, uh, how did you
pay…?
“I have watched
Mistress Star through the enchanted pools of
“OK! OK!
Never mind I don’t even want to know, just don’t tell Star OK?”
“As you say Master
Greg, for I have also learned a heroine must at all times endeavor to protect
her reputation, regardless of the truth behind the matter.”
Greg started to wonder
if they hadn’t bitten off more than they could chew.
***
A week later the
divine duo of Star and Sun Girl was patrolling the skies above
Mayor Campbell had
been so impressed she’d offered to build the two heroines a headquarters near
the
And how could Star say
no to that?
Besides
But it was all small potatoes. As Star knew all too well, people got tired
pretty quick of a heroine who did nothing but public appearances, sooner or
later they expected some heroics.
That's why Star had always been careful to show up for the last five
minutes of the Global Protectors' super battles.
So she was very happy
when the Larceny Gang of Ohio took control of the Cleveland Diamond Exchange, a
nice easy high profile mission for her kid partner to handle and for Star to
take the credit for.
***
"OK kid. There's a bunch of robbers in there, I want
you to go in there and git'em. Then
call me and I'll, uh, talk to the press for you."
Sun Girl nodded
enthusiastically, her face beaming with joy.
"Yes Mistress Star, I will prove myself worthy of your
trust!" Then the girl was gone in
a white and gold blur.
Star took a seat on
top of the neighboring building and started composing her account of the epic
battle. She was careful to keep out of
sight of reporters till Sun Girl gave her the all-clear.
Hey, if this worked
out who knows where it could lead? Greg
did some checking on the internet and it looks like there's a whole bunch of
those Greek goddess girls on
There was Artemis who
was like this archer chick; they could call her Hunter Girl or something. She'd be like the angry feminist. Nike, goddess of victory, who had like wings
and stuff, she'd have to change the name of course so the shoe company wouldn't
sue, maybe Bird Girl. She could be the bold overconfident one. Iris, goddess of the rainbow, didn't she
used to have a TV show? Oh Mighty
Iris? Well they'd just change her name
too, Rainbow Girl. She'd be the
artistic sensitive one. This whole
superhero naming thing isn’t hard at all.
And of course with Sun Girl as the bright cheerful girl next door type
and Star as their sexy confident leader if would awesome. Star and the Goddess Girls! Or even better, Star and Her Amazing
Friends! Yeah, that way she could fire
any of them if they get too uppity.
She hummed to herself,
composing a theme song, while Sun Girl smashed her way into the Diamond
Exchange.
***
"Come on
Bruce! The cops are on their way!"
"
"It ain't the
cops I'm worried about it's wasshername the flag chick-"
Their argument was cut
off when a crash rocked the building.
From the next room they heard Oliver, Hal and Barry cut loose with their
H&K G11s. The distinctive sound of
the hideously expensive caseless rounds echoed through the granite Diamond
Exchange. The shooting continued until
they heard the dull metal click of empty magazines.
Cal and Bruce looked
at each other, their buddies had each emptied 50 rounds into something.
And they were
reloading!
The muscleman Cal
reached into a dufflebag and pulled out a massive belt-fed SAW while Bruce,
always a traditionalist, pulled out his trusty Tommy gun. They kicked open the door and saw…
Tits?
***
Sun Girl stood before
the bandits her costume shredded to ribbons by their firepower but her nubile
flesh was unharmed. The criminals just
stood there, mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
For a minute nothing
happened.
Fortunately Sun Girl
knew what she had to do from watching Mistress Star.
"Oh!" she cried making an extravagant gesture of
dismay, covering her eyes but somehow forgetting to cover her pert breasts or
exposed sex. "You have stripped me
of my costume and my dignity, forcing me to bare my virginal charms to your
lewd gaze. Oh please valiant conquerors,
do not subject me to your vile lusts!"
"Huh?"
Bruce smiled. He got it.
He stepped forwards towards the denuded heroine and reached out a beefy
hand.
"Bruce don't do
it! It's a trick!"
He grabbed her breast
and squeezed. Sun Girl began to pant
and moan, covering her eyes with one hand while reaching between her legs with
the other.
"Oh you evil
man! You have discovered the hidden
lusts I have long suppressed!" she moaned sexily. "Now I am putty in your strong manly
arms."
Bruce put an arm
around
"Come my, uh,
helpless prisoner, now you shall serve me… AS A WOMAN!"
"Uh Bruce… don't
we need to get going?"
"Ah, we can hold
off the cops long enough right guys?"
The others grinned.
***
"So then, one of
them took out this, uh, AK97 and opened fire on Sun Girl but I jumped in front
and uh, caught the bullets out of the air and saved her! Yeah…"
Star wracked her brain
for more ideas. Back home she had a
whole pile of storyboards that she'd bought from this
"And then like,
he took out these nunchucks…"
Yeah, the reporters
would love that. Hopefully there'd be a
Chinese guy in the gang who she could claim was a ninja.
She heard more sirens;
the cops were surrounding the place.
Funny… Sun Girl was
sure taking a long time with the gang.
***
Sun Girl took a long
time with the gang. She used all the
skills Mistress Aphrodite had taught her during their long voyage through the
"Oh
masters!" she moaned when Barry removed his spent cock from her mouth.
"How can you degrade me so?"
"We ain't even
started super bitch!" Bruce yelled
plunging into her wet snatch. We're
gonna fuck you till you die of cumming!"
"No master! You know that orgasms are my weakness!"
"Ah-ha-ha-ha!"
"HEY GUYS WHAT
THE FUCK? YOU JERKING OFF UP THERE!"
Diana's voice cut through the building.
She was downstairs with John and Arthur holding off the cops.
"Shit" Barry
muttered. "Di finds out about this
she'll fucking crush our balls." Hal and Oli nodded in agreement.
They were pretty much done for the day anyhow.
"Bruce, you hear
that? We gotta go!"
Bruce grunted and
thrust again into the blonde's tight pussy.
"Damn… guess we can't take her with us huh?"
"Oh masters
please do not take me back to your lair and use me as your sex slave until my
will is broken and I submit to you body and soul!" the heroine begged but
in a tone of voice that suggested she meant the opposite.
"You could but
remember what happened when Di caught you with Dinah?"
Bruce grumbled but
pulled up his pants.
"Head on down, I
just have one more thing I need to take care of."
***
Star could see the
SWAT teams were getting ready to go in and decided it was time to check on Sun
Girl herself. She hoped the youngster
hadn't gotten into any trouble.
Star knew the whole
sweet and young and innocent thing was at least partially an act. But it was still getting to her. All that "teach me Mistress Star"
stuff and "I want to be a heroine like you" stuff was kind of
sweet. She was starting to think of the
girl like a kid sister instead of just a flying meal ticket. Of course that little girl could crush the
Human Dreadnought with one hand… She
was probably fine.
Still, Star figured it
was worth a look. At least she'd be on
hand to greet the SWAT teams.
She flew in through
the big hole and looked around.
Nothing. No crooks, no diamonds,
no Sun Girl. Star opened the door to
the next room and saw…
Crap.
She moaned and moved
her legs, obviously trying to pull the maglight in deeper. "Oh Masters, please come back, please,
please cum…"
Double Crap.
"I thought I left
this bullshit behind with the Global Pussies…"
"Uh, yeah."
The slim girl stood up
easily snapping the duct tape and expelled the maglight. A familiar pink glow surrounded her as her
costume reformed. She beamed at her
mentor like a puppy waiting for a treat.
"How did I perform
Mistress Star? I tried very hard to be
like you and your friends."
Star felt a sudden
headache coming on.
***
Over the next three
weeks things got worse as word got around.
"But Mistress
Star, Dynamo defeated me in honorable combat; I had to submit to his will…"
"But Mistress
Star, Master Menace ambushed me with chloroform; I was helpless in his arms…"
"But Mistress
Star, the Criminal Cartel of Cleveland said I must submit to them or they would
use their Xenon Bomb to destroy the city.
No Mistress Star I never actually saw the Xenon Bomb…"
"But Mistress
Star, all of your adventures end that way…"
Finally…
"Star sweetie, we
have to pull the plug. Word is already
out in the villain community about her little 'problem' and there's no way we
can keep it out of the tabloids much longer."
"But Greg, she
promised she'd try harder, I mean she remembered to keep her costume
indestructible when we fought the Incredible Behemoth."
"Right and then
he somehow managed to 'surprise' her when she was bathing in the lake. The guy's ten feet tall and weights 800
pounds, how does he surprise anyone, much less a girl with 'Olympian
Hearing’? And why was she
skinny-dipping anyway? Plus just cause
he surprised her didn't mean she had to…
I mean how did she even fit him in?
Geeze."
"We almost caught
him though."
"Almost don't
impress the reporters. Hey I like her
as much as anyone and I’m gonna lose as much money as you but it's time to face
facts, something is wrong with her. And
unless you want to be crucified in the press for letting a kid heroine get
raped you have to dump her. I hear
Apollo is back anyway, he just fought the Cyclops King down in
Star looked
crestfallen but Greg didn't give an inch.
"Fine. I'll call Alpo tomorrow…"
"Tonight."
"Fine! Tonight…"
***
That night…
Star slept
fitfully. The mayor had pulled out of
the plan to build a base last week after that incident with
Crap.
At least Apollo had
been understanding. She'd gotten him
through the Avenging League of Justice's secret hotline number and he'd
promised to come by and collect the heroine in the morning.
She hadn't told Sun
Girl yet. She didn't want, y'know, a
big scene with all the crying and pleading and everything. She figured she'd like the big guy take care
of that, I mean, she's his responsibility and stuff. Star was just doing him a favor!
There was nothing to feel guilty about.
And yet… somehow Star
felt like she was the one who'd messed up.
Maybe she should have spent more time teaching the girl instead of
sicing her like an attack dog. Maybe
she'd done one or two things in her career that weren't exactly the best
examples of heroism.
Maybe.
One or two bad
things. Certainly no more.
It was so unfair. Why should I have to feel guilty, Sun Girl's
the one who keeps getting her costume destroyed and getting raped by
villains? That never happens to
me. Hardly ever to me.
Star tossed and turned.
***
Greg Silverberg poured
another cup of coffee and finished his spreadsheet. He'd been up half the night preparing estimates of just how much
money he would lose tomorrow when he canceled Sun Girl's contracts. "Health reasons and exhaustion"
was the rationale he was offering up.
The young girl just could not handle the strain and needed some time in
seclusion. Hey, it worked for Britney.
He hit the S button and looked at the total.
It was a very, very
large number.
The only bright spot
was his estimate of just how much underground websites would pay for his
private collection of Sun Girl videos.
***
Star sat up in bed;
"You have no
comprehension of what I am do you?"
"Huh?"
"What is it you
thought of me as? A flying meal
ticket? Am I a handmaiden to do your
work while you bask in reflected glory?"
"Uh, not exactly
what I was thinking…"
"Do you truly
think you can dismiss a goddess as you would a scullery maid?"
"A skull what?"
"Let me show you…"
There was a breeze, a
blur, an impact; a sense of moving and Star was… elsewhere.
Star felt her
nightgown disintegrate as they accelerated and saw Sun Girl's toga vanish as
well.
The wall of the hotel
had torn like tissue paper; the landscape below was gone in a blur. Sun Girl's eyes flashed red, Star saw fires
starting below her, heard explosions.
Behind her
Then she had the wind
knocked out of her when she hit something solid.
A mountain.
In less than five
seconds
"…exactly what I
am. Your world is not real to me. Your walls are like paper, your bodies like
eggshells. Crossing your world is as
easy as crossing a room. You are
mortals. I am a goddess. Does that mean anything to you?"
Star nodded.
"As it happens
your world amuses me. After millennia
even satyrs and centaurs grow tiresome.
Somehow your little ball of dust has given birth to a few individuals
who can entertain me. Not many. A few.
Olympian blood no doubt."
Star had no idea what
she was talking about so she just nodded.
"Your antics do
not amuse me. I have no wish to return
to
She drew back her fist.
Star shut her eyes.
***
"Sun Girl
don't!" Star sat up in bed bathed
with cold sweat.
A dream, it was a
dream!
Her heart pounding
like a jackhammer and soaked with sweat Star sat in darkness with for a few
minutes. She was alone, she really
hadn't wanted company that night. She
was just wearing a pair of blue panties and long tee shirt, one of hers with a
picture of her flipping the bird and a caption saying "Osama - Yo
Mama!" It always made her giggle.
Star heard something.
She'd never really
developed her improved senses the way Tigress or Maple Leaf had but even she
could there was someone in the room watching her. As her eyes adjusted she could make out a shape at the end of the
bed crouching like a cat, watching.
"Sun Girl? ’sat
you?"
A small inclination of
the head.
"Uh…" Star
looked towards the window, wondering if she could reach it before Sun Girl
could catch her. Maybe…
"Hey uh… what's
wrong?"
"I can hear them
Mistress Star, all of them."
"Hear
who?" Crap. Did she know? Star looked at the window again.
"I hear Master
Menace bragging to other villains, I hear Doctor Darkness plotting to capture
me, I hear perverted fans laughing at my picture on the internet. I hear a reporter at Wolfe International
News plotting to ruin my reputation. I
hear a father at a PTA meeting calling me terrible names while looking at my
pictures on his computer. Even noble
Master Greg scorns me while gazing at me with hunger. They mock me, they hate me, they lust after me… None of them like me." She sobbed again.
Gripped by an
unfamiliar feeling of sympathy Star moved closer to the girl and hugged her,
patting her on the back and feeling her warm body through the thin toga.
"Why Mistress
Star? Why do they hate me so? Am I not beautiful; am I not sweet and
joyful? Do I not submit to their every
wish? What did I do wrong?"
Star understood. How could she not?
"Sun Girl,
Aurora, sweetie, it's not you, it's them.
They're all fucked up. They want
a sweet innocent girl who doesn't know anything about sex but who turns into a
total whore whenever she's alone with a guy.
They want a girl who'll fuck them and suck them and stuff but who's also
loving and caring. Every guy wants a
girl who'll pant and moan for him but who never did it for anyone else and
who’ll do the laundry and cook breakfast in the morning. They don't know what the fuck they
want. OK? If you learn one thing it's that men have no fucking clue what
they want so they just want everything, a virgin, a whore, mom, all in one
package."
"I do not
understand…"
"Like with me,
they want the all-American girl all pretty and perfect and sexy, but they don't
want to hear that, like, I've ever actually had sex. Or that I ever enjoyed it.
Geeze I can be in Maxim wearing nothing but dental floss and a
handkerchief and that's OK but if I ever did Playboy like La Sola did my career
would be over, I'd just be a slut. So
that's the dance, you gotta give them 80%, 90% of what they want, keep them
interested but hold the rest back, keep them hungry or they'll lose respect for
you. It's pretty fucked up but hey,
that's the world we live in."
"But in fair
"Sister/wife?"
"Oh yes, Hera too
is the daughter of Cronos and-"
"Swan?"
"Oh yes, that is
one of Lord Zeus' favorite forms for enjoying a liaison with-"
"OK, too much
information there. You're from
somewhere different, I got it. Geeze,
it sounds like fucking
Star patted Sun Girl
on the back feeling very maternal. OK
so the girl came from a fucked up environment just like La Sola. Doesn't make her slut or anything. She could learn how to behave. This could still work out. All Star had to do was tell Apollo she was
giving
"You are so wise
Mistress Star. You have taught me so
much." Star felt one of
"Uh… you're not
talking about…"
Star felt her panties
tear off and dexterous fingers slip into her snatch. A strong hand pushed her back on to the bed and tweaked her
nipples.
"Ah! Get off of me you freak!" She shoved Sun Girl off of her and retreated
to the far corner of the room.
"Mistress
Star…"
"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU LESBO
PERVERT!"
***
Star barely spoke to
Apollo the next day, just handed back
She let Greg handle
the legal stuff and checked out.
She flew back to
Megapolis and the Global Protectors without even looking back. She was just happy she wouldn't have to
worry about slutty lesbian heroines ever again.
***
Her mood barely
improved when she arrived on