The Global Protectors – Tangents
By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com
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Tangent 3 – The Global Pillagers in the
Redemption of Hooligan
Meanwhile
in alternate universe…
There
is a twisted parallel Earth where everything is reversed as though by some kind
of cosmic mirror or a horribly clichéd writer who spent too much time watching
Star Trek.
In
this world the singer Barry Spears loudly proclaims his promiscuity. Supreme Despot Hillary Rodham claims control
over the Disunited Principalities of Amerika while Geraldine Bush pleads for
people to solve their differences peacefully.
And
McDonald's is a health food chain.
On
that world the heroic women of the Global Protectors are replaced by the
villainous men of the Global Pillagers.
Everything seems different. But
some things are strangely the same.
***
Hooligan
was bored.
His
gang, the Global Pillagers, were looting some stupid society benefit dinner at
the World Warfare Institute. The fat
yank called the Imperialist was looting all the ladies' jewels (like the bloody
twit didn't already have whole vaults full of that shit) and the African savage
called the Cannibal was gnawing one some poor security guard's arm (gee Can
Man, that was scary and shocking the first hundred times but maybe it's time for
something new y'know). And Hooligan was
just strolling through the crowd insulting the blokes and checking out the
ladies. Mostly senior citizens, there
were a couple of slutty trophy wives but nothing worth writing home about.
Same
old, same old.
Then
he saw her!
She
was lurking in the back behind some scared old ladies, dressed in a pure white
satin dress that went down to her ankles, she was crying into her handkerchief
but when she looked up her big innocent blue eyes… He couldn't look away.
"Don't
go near her you, you jerk!" One of
the waiters got his nerve up and jumped in Hooligan's way, he snapped the
loser's neck without breaking stride and stomped up to the girl, his Doc
Martins making the ballroom floor shake.
He moved his face inches from hers, his nostrils taking in her sweet
scent and gave her a big toothy smile.
"Hey
bird what do they call you anyway?"
The
girl shuddered and retreated behind a couch.
"I
asked you a sodding question!" He
bellowed. With one hand he lifted the
couch and tossed it out a window into the streets below. The girl retreated some more until her back
was against the wall.
"Quiet
type huh? Waddya say you just give me
what I came for huh?"
He
reached out his hand…
***
"Hey
Hooligan, time is money! Get your rocks
off on your own time!"
The
angry Irishman turned towards the fat American scowling. But Cannibal was done with his snack and
growled at the Irish villain. Hooligan
knew he could take on Imperialist but Cannibal would eat him for lunch!
"Hey
boss… just doing my job." He
reached again for the squirming girl and grabbed her purse. He tossed it in his looting sack and turned
to go.
Flying
back he found he couldn't get the blonde out of his mind. He'd had beautiful women of course, like the
time he and Aztec had attacked the Miss Universe Pageant and enslaved the
contestants but there was something about this one. Maybe it was the innocence in her eyes, or her shy manner. With the world the way it was all the women
were so cynical. They just expected
gangers or supervillians to come out of the woodwork and ravish them at any
time. They'd scream and stuff but it
was all routine, just going through the motions.
But
a girl who was genuinely afraid, that was something to savor.
He
took another swig from his hip flask and decided he'd have to track this girl
down.
***
Imperialist
was shocked when that drunken loser Hooligan volunteered to sort the loot from
tonight. The lazy slob usually took off
as soon as there was anything resembling work to be done. Maybe he was finally realizing that
pillaging, especially on a global scale, took hard work and commitment.
He
wasn’t too worried about Hooligan embezzling anything from the group, the
cameras and that artificial intelligence system Tengu cooked up would make sure
of that. The dumb mic was way too
stupid to come up with a way to fool that system. Naturally the Imperialist had figured out a way to trick it
within twenty minutes and had been stealing from the team since day one but
that didn’t mean he encouraged others to do the same.
Hooligan
carried the bags of loot to the Global Pillagers’ underground vaults. Piles of cash, jewels, electronics, artworks
and the devil only knows what else were carefully stored there by type and
value. The GP had no need for all that
money, they never used it but, hey, how will people respect you unless you take
what they have?
Hooligan
took a long swig of whiskey from his flask.
A year back they’d fought this magical heroine named the White
Lady. She'd been pretty powerful, had
almost managed to weaken them and bring them over to her side till Thor smashed
her face in. After that they'd locked
her in the basement and, after some 'persuasion' had forced her to grant wishes
to the team. The others had wasted
their wishes on super weapons or new super powers but the Irishman had only
demanded a hip flask with an infinite supply of booze. The rest of the team just didn’t have their
priorities straight.
He
fished out the girl's white purse and found a key for the penthouse suite of
the Palace Hotel. He smirked and
dropped the looting sack.
Watching
from his office the Imperialist scowled when he was Hooligan flying off for
town. Stupid mic… now who’d sort the
loot?
***
Most
people screamed and fled inside as the Irishman flew by but a few waved and
cheered. Generally Megapolis was
regarded as something of a safe haven in this twisted world. While the Global Pillagers were harsh and
cruel the eight of them could only oppress a small portion of the people at
once. And since they did not tolerate
rivals a Megapolis citizen could go literally weeks without being looted or
raped. Compared to supervillain war
zones like
Hooligan
hovered outside the Palace Hotel penthouse for fifteen minutes. He caught a few glimpses of her inside
reading a book, making some tea, writing a postcard. She was totally unaware, he could take her just like he'd taken
Dyna Girl when he ambushed her in the shower.
She was nothing, just a wee bit of fluff, entertainment for the night.
He
moved around again, staying out of sight.
If
she was nothing, why did he want her so much?
And
more importantly, why was he afraid to approach her?
He
wasn't afraid when he was ambushing and raping superheroines, why should he be
afraid of a normal girl?
His
hands wouldn't stop shaking. He
couldn't catch his breath. He felt an
odd urge to, like, talk to her and stuff.
He
landed on a roof opposite the penthouse and took out the hip flask.
Just
need a bit more liquid courage to lubricate the pipes…
***
Virginia
Celeste floated through the hotel suite seemingly unsure of what to do when
surrounded by such luxury. In her heart
she yearned for a more humble environment, this suite left her feeling buried
by its size and ostentatious décor. She really wanted nothing more than a bunk
to sleep in and a good book to read, the 20' wide bed and wide screen plasma TV
seemed a positively sinful waste. But
she knew that her plan required certain compromises. She would be lucky if a luxury hotel suite was the most
distasteful of them.
She
had changed out of her modest white dress into a simple white cotton nightgown
and had taken her hair down, letting it fall to her shoulders. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of
the gold-framed mirrors and stopped to take a long look at her heart shaped
face and sandy blond hair. She wore no
makeup of course, but her naturally red lips and rosy cheeks made such things
almost redundant. What was the old
phrase about gilding the lily? She
looked deeper into her own golden brown eyes and saw fear. Her mission was so risky, so perilous, she
was so inexperienced, could she really do it?
She had to try. She was the only
one left.
She
heard the terrace door shatter. Fear
shot through her.
***
"Come
out; come out where ever you are!"
Hooligan tossed a recliner over his shoulder and through the
window. It never hurt to remind the
ladies that he was boss. He kicked the
bedroom door and it disintegrated.
He
saw her.
Sanding
there in her thin, thin white nightgown, her warm skin clearly visible through
it. He could smell her, taste her.
His
heart jumped into his throat.
His
mouth went dry as the
His
hands itched, he had to have her. He
had to take her.
His
gut turned to ice, he couldn't hurt her.
He… kind of liked her.
"Uh…
hi." He said.
She
fled to the corner and fell into a fetal position crying in terror.
"Please
don't hurt me! Take anything you want
but please spare me!" His hid her beautiful face in her hands and sobbed.
Hooligan
felt genuinely hurt. "Wha? No, no I'm not gonna hurt you. No.
I'm Hooligan from the Global Pil- uh… from a group. I just uh… wanted to talk to you, friendly
like y'know?"
"Talk?" She peeked through her fingers and batted
her eyelashes at him. "You won't
hurt me? I… I was so scared."
Hooligan
could barely hear his own answers.
"Hurt you? No, no I just
came by like, to return your purse and like see if you, I dunno, needed company
or something."
She
climbed slowly to her feet and hugged him.
She buried her face in his filthy black tee shirt and dried her
tears. Reluctantly he put his arms
around her, careful not to hurt the girl. Holding her in his arm he felt like his groin would explode.
"Megapolis
is so scary, there are supervillians everywhere. It's not at all like I expected.
You'll protect me won't you?"
"Sure,
sure, hey I'm not like the others…"
"That's
sweet!" She smiled up at him, his
heart skipped a beat. She took his hand
and led him back into the living room.
She seated him in an armchair and took a seat several feet away on the
far side of the couch.
Hooligan
tried to remember what it had been like before Baroness Katz had given him his
powers and he'd actually had to talk to a girl before tearing her clothes off
and fucking her up the ass. There was
stuff he was supposed to say wasn’t there?
"So…
uh, what's your name? What’s your
sign? You uh, come around here
often?"
"My
name is Virginia Celeste sir. I’m a
Virgo and I am a poetess from
Hooligan
let out a low whistle, even an ignorant hood like him had heard of
"I
came to this city to spread the message of my poems, that's why I was at the
World Warfare Institute tonight; I wanted them to hear my poetry."
"I
get it, they're like battle hymns so they can fight harder huh?"
"
"Huh…
you mean like when you lose?"
"Not
exactly. Perhaps you would like to hear
one Mr. Hooligan?"
"Uh…”
he racked his brain for a way to say no.
Too
late…
The war consumes the world
The fires burn the forests
The bombs smash the cities
The guns slay the men
The hatred corrupts the soul
A cold rain falls on the
ruins of
A mother cries for her lost
son
A sister for her brother
A wife for her husband
No one to touch their
aching breasts
No one to kiss their lonely
lips
No one to fulfill their
desperate needs
Their arms entwine
Their bodies touch
Comforting each other
"Hey,
uh, y'know usually poems kind of make me want to tear my ears off or maybe tear
the poet's head off that one made me feel pretty good. The beginning was all exciting and stuff and
then you got those three girls hugging and kissing and everything… you got real
talent."
She
smiled at him shyly. “Thank you sir
would you like to hear another-”
“Uh…
maybe later.”
“I
see.” She looked down sadly.
They
sat for a few minutes in awkward silence.
Hooligan tried to think of something else to say. Finally it came to him.
"So
uh, wanna shag?"
"Pardon?"
"Y'know
shag, fuck, do the nasty?"
She
looked at him horrified.
"N-no…"
"What? I'm not good enough for you?"
"No,
no it's just that…"
That
was it Hooligan figured he'd given her a fair chance, she'd blown it and now he
was taking his just deserts!
He
jumped across the room with an animal roar and tore at her nightgown; it
shredded easily baring her breasts and small blonde bush to the Irish
villain. She turned away in tears.
"P-please…
please… I… never…"
"Never? You're like uh… waddya call them…" He
knew there was a word for that but he'd never met one before.
"No…
never… I'm a virgin!"
"Whoa."
"Maybe,
before you do… it… you could… maybe… kiss me?
Please… I want this to be special."
Hooligan's
dick was ready to explode but somehow he restrained himself, bent over and
plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth.
She resisted for a second but soon responded caressing his tongue with
hers. He started to pull her legs apart
again.
"Please…
wait! Maybe you could… touch my breasts
first?"
Hooligan's
idea of foreplay has always been yelling "brace yourself Bridgett"
before taking the plunge but he was willing for wait a few minutes more. First he grabbed her warm breasts and mauled
them furiously, her face contorted in pain.
Realizing his mistake he softened his grip caressing them, stroking them
slowly, feeling her nipples grow hard and listening to moans of pleasure rather
than the usual gasps of pain.
Hooligan
realized this foreplay thing wasn't such a bad idea after all. His heart was pounding, his pulse racing, he
was panting, touching her, feeling her touch him, it was too much!
He
exploded across her inner thighs.
"Oh
bloody…"
She
leaned up and hugged him, gently kissing his neck.
"It's
OK… It's OK… that was wonderful."
"Hey
no worries, got super stamina, be right as rain in a few…"
"No,
no Hooligan, tonight has been wonderful for me, let's finish here."
"But
baby…"
She
smiled and lifted a finger to his lips.
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow afternoon I can come by your place
and then we can take a walk in the park, have a romantic dinner of that spicy
Irish food at then go back to your place to… finish. It will be my first time, and it has to be special."
"I
guess…"
"Tomorrow!"
***
Hooligan
flew back home feeling unfilled but for some reason anticipating tomorrow. He spotted some co-eds walking home and
thought about kidnapping them for a quickie but… he just didn't feel like
it. He wanted to save himself for
Weird.
He
landed at his bachelor apartment and picked his way through the pizza boxes,
dirty clothes and piles of porn to the 'guest' room.
Julie
was still there, lying in the filthy mattress in a pool of her own juices. She still wore her white dress shirt and the
tattered remnants of her blue skirt.
Her hands and ankles were tied and vibrators hummed in her pussy and ass. An intravenous rig fed her a steady diet of
nutrients and aphrodisiacs. Her long
brown hair spread out around her head like a halo.
The
young entrepreneur had caught Hooligan's eye when he was flying by her office
window the other day. He'd smashed his
way in, grabbed her out of a board meeting and taken her back for a few hours
of fun. He kind of forgot about her
after that. She was lucky he'd hooked
up the IV or she might be dead by now.
He
walked up, she looked at him with that mixture of fear and anticipation he
loved so much. This was the best time
to enjoy a slave when she'd been broken down enough to crave her master's touch
but not so much she didn't fear it.
He
reached between her quivering legs and pulled out the twin vibrators. He pulled out the ball gag; she sighed and
licked her lips. He casually ripped
apart the steel cuffs on her legs and arms.
She lay back and spread her legs for him, shaking slightly and avoiding
his eyes.
"Go
on then. Get out."
"Huh? I… I mean master has this slave displeased
you?"
"Tired
of you, got another bird coming by, get moving."
"You
mean I can go?"
"S'what
I said. You deaf or something? Go."
Julie
rubbed her legs together a few times, trying to control the desire raging
inside her. Stunned but afraid he might
change his mind Julie rolled off the bed and staggered out the door.
She
made it thirty feet down the hall before one of Hooligan's neighbors decided
she'd make a nice house guest.
With
his enhanced hearing Hooligan could make out her cries of terror as they became
moans of passion. He picked up a month
old pizza box.
"Hmm…
better clean this place up a bit. Don't
want
***
Back
in her penthouse
Yes.
That
must be it.
She
certainly did not enjoy being touched by that man.
Finally
she rose and waved her hand ridding herself of the filthy villain's seed and
restoring her white gown.
She
bent down and rolled up the rug exposing the silver pentagram beneath. She lit several white candles. She knelt, closed her eyes and entered a
calm meditative state.
The
smoke from the candles grew thicker and a shape began to form, a woman's face,
once beautiful but wracked with pain and sorrow.
The
White Lady.
She
was a powerful angelic being whose holy light had nearly purified the wicked
souls of the Global Pillagers. Only the
eleventh hour emergence of Thor's berserker rage had prevented her from turning
the evil villains into protectors of the globe. Since that time she had been imprisoned in the cruel dungeons
below their Chaos Citadel raped and tortured countless times, forced to fulfill
their dark desires. Only the last
vestiges of her power allowed her to evade their wards and speak to her last
remaining servant.
"M'lady."
"Seraphim."
"I
have begun. I choose the one called
Hooligan, though he is cruel and crude I sense a small seed of decency within
him, one that I shall nurture and care for until I can redeem all his comrades
and free you at last."
A
small flicker of hope crossed the tortured face of the White Lady. "I pray for your success Seraphim. Not for me but for the countless victims of
these monsters."
"Of
course m'lady."
"Did
you let him "touch" you?"
Seraphim
looked down. "M'lady… he is a
cruel man, a rapist thousands of times over, his redemption will take
time. I… had to let him."
"Did
you… did he…"
"NO! No of course not m'lady."
"Good,
good that is a comfort to me. But did
you… did you enjoy his touch?"
"Uh…
no m'lady. I, uh, thought it was foul
and it disgusted me. Only my faith in
the light allowed me to accept it."
"Seraphim,
you are still new to the ways of flesh.
You must remember that sex is a foul perversion of love and you must not
be tempted by it, tempted to enjoy their hot cocks between your legs and up
your ass or in your mouth as they spank you so that you can no longer feel the
difference between pleasure and pain.
No… you must not allow yourself to enjoy that." Her face grew dreamy.
"No
m'lady… never."
The
White Lady's head turned suddenly and a look of fear crossed her features, fear
crossed with a bit of anticipation.
"The
Imperialist comes. I must leave you now
Seraphim. Remember to be pure, for you
are my only hope."
The
image faded into a cloud of white smoke.
As
she always did after contacting her mentor, Seraphim cried.
***
Morning
found Hooligan tossing another Hefty bag out the window. The bachelor pad was starting to look almost
livable.
His
door slammed open.
"Mi amigo! What is this?"
"Aztec! Help me out mate; I'm trying to clean this
place up a bit."
"Por que? Why not just kill some guy and take his place over? That's what we usually do."
"I…
I didn't feel like it. I just… there’s
this girl OK."
"Right,
so you need like room for her cage and stuff.
You see those new torture racks in Sharper Image? Gotta steal me one of those."
"No,
she's like special. One of those girls
who ain't had sex."
"A
toddler?"
"No,
she's grown up but just never been fucked, bloody hell what's that word?"
"Fat? Ugly?"
"No…
it's like when I'm with her I want to be with her forever and when she's gone
it's like part of me is missing. What's
that word for when you really, really want a girl?"
"Lust?"
"Kind
of… I guess."
***
Outside
Seraphim alighted on Hooligan's fire escape.
The golden wings folded in and disappeared and her glowing white robes
transformed into a short yellow sundress that perfectly complimented her sandy
blonde hair.
With
the hem of her dress she wiped a bit of dirt from the filthy window and peeked
inside. She smiled for a minute when
she saw that the Irish thug had actually done some cleaning. She was so proud of herself! Who would have guessed that she would
already have this affect on the beastly Pillager?
But
she stopped herself, pride of course is a deadly sin, she was not proud she
was… confident. Confident in her
abilities.
Then
she gasped when Aztec appeared. The
tan, lead villain was dressed only in a red loincloth, a few scraps of jewelry
and his trademark silly hat. As always
an obsidian knife was in his hand. The
Argentine was one of the most frightening of the Pillagers, second only to the
bestial Cannibal. He was a follower of
the Aztec religion, whose practices of human sacrifice and ritual cannibalism
had spread from
But
the White Lady was counting on her… And surely if Hooligan had begun to turn
away from darkness after only one night with her Aztec could also be
redeemed? She took a deep breath and
decided to try.
***
"Mi burracho forget about your fat ugly
toddler and come with me. The
"I
dunno…"
"Yoo-hoo
Hoolie! It's me!"
The
two Pillagers turned towards
"Are
you ready to go to the park? There are
these mimes there and they're so funny, you just have to see them! Plus I saw all these cute puppies people
were walking, aren't puppies the most precious things in the world?"
"Uh…"
She
rubbed his unshaved face and frowned slightly.
"Oh
I see you still have to shave."
She sniffed. "And take a
shower. Why don't you do that and I'll
wait."
"Uh…" Hooligan tried to remember if he owned a
razor.
"Please…”
she smiled up at him and Hooligan's heart skipped a beat. Just seeing her smile made him feel good, he
hadn't felt like that since he raped the Miss Universe finalists live on TV.
"Sure
honey, sure… just a couple of minutes."
He started digging through a pile of Soccer Hooligan Illustrated issues
looking for soap and a razor. He knew
there'd been some in that guy's groceries he robbed.
Humming
a little tune he headed into the shower.
***
The
pagan villain smiled back despite himself.
"So,
you're one of Hoolie's friends, one of those Pillager types." She said in an acidic tone that would
dissolve steel.
"Uh…
yeah…" Aztec suddenly felt really
conscious of the dried blood under his nails.
"Did
you ever like, think of not killing people?
Maybe helping people sometimes?
I bet people would be awfully grateful.
And I think men who help people are kind of… sexy." She leaned in closer to him.
Aztec's
loincloth rose slightly as something stirred under it. He wanted her; he wanted this smiling blond
cunt now! More than he'd wanted anyone
since that time with Dyna Girl and the Incredible Titaness. But somehow something restrained him. It wasn't fear of Hooligan, carrot top was
cool with sharing and besides Aztec knew he could kick that drunk's ass any day. It was something else, something inside him
that said tearing her clothes off and raping her in a pile of dirty laundry
was… not right. It was weird. He'd never felt it before.
"Si, si helping people es muy bueno." He was barely listening to his own words.
"Maybe,
instead of cutting those cheerleaders open and devouring their still-beating
hearts you could help free them?"
"Yeah
that would be nice."
"So
you'll do it?"
"Si!"
"Oh
thank you!"
"Si, si…" Aztec opened the window (instead of smashing through a wall like
he usually did) and flew off to the temple.
Free
the cheerleaders.
Free
the cheerleaders.
Just
thinking about it made him feel good.
***
Back
at the apartment Hooligan came out of the shower just in time to see his girl
kiss his best friend. His hands formed
fists and a scowl appeared on his face.
***
Later
at the park…
"Oh
Hoolie look at that squirrel isn't it cute!"
"Yes
dear…"
"And
those flowers, they're so darling!"
"Yes
dear…"
"Hoolie,
have you been drinking?"
"Me? No, no just' y'know a little nip to help me
get going."
She
frowned. "I don't like your
drinking."
"I
can stop… I guess."
"And
look at-”
Like
most single women they carried pepper spray and .45 automatics but that meant
nothing to an invulnerable villain like Hooligan. Just a day ago he would have had all three in the bushes by now.
She
tugged his arm and he looked back at
"Uh,
sorry dear, what was that again?"
"Were
you looking at those bimbos?" she hissed.
Hooligan
clenched his fists, how come SHE could kiss another guy and he couldn't even
look… But he knew what he had to say to
shut her up.
"Wha-? Me?
Them? No I didn't even notice
them, I was going to point, uh, this pretty bird I saw flying by, but it's gone
now. You know I only want you
dear. In fact, let me prove it to you
we can go back in those bushes and-"
She
smiled and put a finger to his lips.
"Soon dear, soon. But I was
thinking, first why don't we go over to your friends’ place so you can
introduce me. I really want to meet
them."
"Yes
dear." He trotted ahead to hail a
cab.
***
They
arrived at the Chaos Citadel and Hooligan actually paid the cabby instead of
killing or robbing him like he usually did.
The frightened cabby made skid marks as he escaped.
The
two walked through a forest of overgrown weeds to the Citadel. The slaves were supposed to take care of the
ground but the lazy slobs never did a good job and none of the Pillagers could
be bothered to supervise them so Imperialist generally ended up killing the
slaves and getting a new batch a month later.
At
last they entered.
***
A
few hours later Aztec landed in front of the Citadel. The girl had been right; saving the cheerleaders was much more
fun than sacrificing them. After he'd
saved them he made them line up and give him blowjobs and wouldn't you know it,
they gave him much better head as grateful free women than he’d ever gotten
from terrified prisoners. And they were
really hot too; he'd brought a six pack of cheerleaders home to stay in the
'entertainment room' for a while. He
could always sacrifice them later.
Walking
into the Citadel though he heard some strange and unfamiliar sounds.
Agreement.
Laughter.
Camaraderie.
Sounds
totally alien to the villainous group.
Cautiously
he opened the massive iron doors of the meeting chamber. The girl was standing in the center of the
room with the Pillagers around. All 7
of the other Pillagers were there: the fat American called the Imperialist, his
short Canadian yes-man Runt, the savage African Cannibal, the cruel Japanese
inventor Tengu, the hulking Viking called Thor, the suave criminal Aussie Con
and the drunken Irishman Hooligan. Some sat on chairs but a few were actually
kneeling before her as if in worship. Only Hooligan was on his feet pacing impatiently and occasionally
looking at
"Ah
Aztec! Come in my good man! This charming young lady was just talking
about the famine in
"Oh
thank you Imperialist, I was just saying that you have so much food you have
pillaged that maybe you could share some with the needy people of Utah."
"Great
idea!"
"I'm
up for it!"
"Those
poor Utahians…"
Aztec
looked at
He
had heard stories about Angels all his life of course. Beautiful winged creatures who had been
driven from the warm caverns of paradise for being too weak and now dwelled in
the cold empty skies with neither fire to keep them warm nor caves to live in. There were stories of how these angels
tempted the strong into weakness but he never thought they were real. Or that he would so willing join one.
"Yes
"You
guys are so great!" She stroked
Cannibal's filthy hair and he purred like a cat. "So from now on you'll try to protect people and help
them? That would really make me
happy."
"Yes!"
"But
of course!"
"Sure
thing ay?"
"Hai!"
"Que es?"
Seraphim
walked up to the Aztec villain and smiled at him. She ran her fingers along his bare shoulders and gave him a kiss
on the cheek.
"Won't
you do it as a favor for me?"
Aztec
found himself nodding before he could think.
"Si, si, voy al
"Thank
you Aztec." She gave him another
kiss.
As
Aztec fell under her spell Seraphim felt her power grow. She had created a virtuous circle! As the goodness within the Global Pillagers
grew the positive energy around her grew and her power increased, allowing her
to further nurture the seeds of good within the villains. She already felt taller and more powerful
than she had been before. At this rate
she might exceed the power of the White Lady herself! Seraphim felt so proud of herself, truly no servant of light had
ever accomplished so much in so little time.
"So
it's decided! You three will deliver
food to
The
Pillagers nodded.
Except
for one.
Hooligan
silently fumed as he saw how the others were looking at his girl. And how she was looking at them, kissing
them, saying nice words. Damn it, he
couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey
just one minute there darling. Before
you go I just want to make one thing clear OK?
You and me are together right?
You're mine. Cause the thing
is-"
"Oh
Hoolie, I wouldn't put it that way, I think we're partners traveling together
on the adventure of a relationship. I
don't think we can say that I'm yours any more than we can say you are
mine." Her eyes narrowed and her
button nose wrinkled. "Isn't that
right dear?"
"Well
you see…"
"Isn't. That.
Right. Dear."
"Th-that's
right dear." He muttered with
resignation.
"So
now that that's settled let's do downstairs and free those poor prisoners
you've been torturing."
"But,
uh, just one thing dear. I kind of have
this, uh, itch we need to scratch."
The crotch of his jeans looked ready to burst. The Pillagers looked at him with sympathy, Seraphim with disgust.
"I
don't think this is really the time or the place-"
"Now,
now little lady, you yourself said you two were partners and that means
sometimes you gotta give a little yourself, ain't that right Runt?"
"Yes
sir Imperialist!"
"Besides
you were talking about helping people who are suffering and it looks to me like
Hooligan's suffering pretty bad right now."
"You
said it Imperialist!"
"But…
you can't mean… can't it wait until…"
"I
need it now baby."
"Come
on
"A
man has needs y'know!"
"Spread
the love!"
"But…" Seraphim felt her control slipping
away. Aztec and Cannibal grabbed her
arms, she tried to struggle but their strength was too great and her own was
being sapped by fear. Hooligan pulled a
switchblade from his Doc Martin stompy boot and walked towards her.
Seraphim
started to tremble. Just a few months
ago she had been a being of pure energy existing on the astral plane until the
White Lady persuaded her to take on human form in the hopes of effecting a
rescue. Growing used to material,
fleshy, existence had taken weeks. She
had had to learn to talk, walk and eat.
She had studied humans carefully adjusting her form to one that would be
effective in ensnaring the Pillagers.
She had thought her weeks of study had taught her everything she needed
to know about being human but her brief intimacy with Hooligan and the strange
feelings it had aroused had shown her there was still much more to learn.
And
this was not how she wanted to learn it!
"Don't
worry baby, I'll be gentle, you're not like the other sluts, you're
special. It will feel so good and after
that I'll take you downstairs and lock you up so the other guys can never
bother you, you'll be mine.
Forever."
The
worst was when she looked in his eyes expecting to see lust or hatred but
instead she still saw love. For him
this was love.
He
raised the knife to the top of her dress and started to cut down.
She
screamed.
No
one cared.
The
razor sharp blade slit the thin dress down the center exposing her white bra
and lacy white panties. The Pillagers
whistled in appreciation.
"Nice
one Hooligan."
"Lad's
got good taste."
"Don't
suppose you'd sha-” Hooligan cuffed Aztec across the head.
"She's
all mine guys. Just hold her still,
she's kind of shy."
He
felt around for her bra clasp but could not find it, she'd created the
undergarment with magic, there was no need for a clasp.
The
Pillagers whistled again.
Her
panties followed exposing her bare pussy.
The
crotch in Hooligan's jeans exploded and his thick member emerged ready for
action.
Desperately
she realized there was just one slim hope.
She closed her eyes and reached deep inside herself. She felt Hooligan's hands caressing her
inner thighs, his tongue licking between her legs, she tried to shut it out and
focus within to find and reveal her true self.
She tried to forget just how much she wanted Hooligan to finish.
"Wow
Hooligan never saw a girl do that before."
Golden
light began to shine from within
"Foul
villains, you will never again touch a woman!
I thought to redeem you all but I see now your perversion is far too
deep and must be cleansed by Holy Fire!"
She
gestured dramatically and a flaming sword appeared in her slender hand. She smiled.
This was going to be good.
***
The
Global Pillagers just stared at her in disbelief.
"Darling?"
"Huh?"
"Hey
she's even hotter now!"
"That's
it?"
"She's
just another White Lady knock off trying to mind control us?"
Seraphim
frowned. When she fought demons on the
astral plane they were usually more respectful.
"Surrender
now Global Pillagers or face my Holy Wrath!" Seraphim felt better, that sounded good and impressive. They'd surrender now.
"Yeah,
whatever, Thor gets her."
The
hulking Viking grunted and picked up his iron hammer. Despite his larger size and strength Seraphim managed to parry
his clumsy blows keeping him from threatening her. She managed to maneuver herself so that she had clear access to
the door to the dungeons. Between blows
she glanced around, the others were standing aside watching the show. Tengu and Cannibal seemed to be making a bet
with Imperialist, Aztec and Aussie Con were cheering while Hooligan was on the
floor crying softly and nursing his hip flask.
She took another half step, the way to the dungeons was close, if she
could just free the White Lady and other heroines imprisoned there…
"AH!" The young angel cried out as something
landed on her back clawing her breasts with sharp nails. She could just make out a pair of red
sleeves. Runt! She’d been attacked by the diminutive
Canadian villain everyone tended to forget.
With Seraphim distracted for a second Thor landed a devastating hammer
blow on her shoulder shattering bones and causing her to drop the Holy
Sword. Runt ran his sharp claws down
her face blinding her in one eye. She
stumbled back in pain. Another hammer
blow to her hip sent her the ground no longer able to stand. The disgusting midget started licking the
scratches on her face.
The
Imperialist picked up her Holy Sword and waved it a few times. Once out of her hands the flames had dies
leaving the villain with an elegantly crafted silver and gold weapon. He took the blade in two hands and bent it
in half. He tossed it over his shoulder
to Tengu muttering "melt it down for bullion."
The
slight delay had give Seraphim a few seconds to recover, she called upon her
diminishing power and healed herself.
She started to rise to flee but Cannibal and Aussie Con grabbed her arms
pinning her to the ground. The others
started to hoot and holler.
Imperialist
looked her leered.
All
hope fled her and she started to cry.
The
Imperialist advanced, undoing his emerald-studded "$$$" belt
buckle.
"Please…
no! Please, I'll…"
"You'll
do what bitch? You work for the White
Lady right? Well but after a couple
weeks of our tender loving care she was ready to do anything we want,
everything we want. You think you got
something to offer us? Something we can't get out of you?”
Seraphim tried to think, to find the words
that would show this villain the error of his ways. That would convince him to show mercy. No words came.
The
American's thick phallus emerged from his red and white stripped pants aimed
squarely between Seraphim’s fair legs.
“See
this?" He pointed to the massive
member between his legs, “the White Lady gave me this in exchange for two days
without torture. And from what I see
you ain’t got half the guts she’s got.”
She
felt his fat fingers on her thighs, prying them apart. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut
hoping it wouldn't be as bad as she feared.
It
was worse.
The
feeling of the Imperialist's fat dick entering her dry tunnel was like having a
pool cue rammed down your throat, it made her want to vomit, the pain of being
torn apart made her scream. Then he
started to thrust into her pushing against her injured body with his super
strength. All remaining pride left Seraphim
and she screamed and begged for mercy.
The
worst was how, after what seemed an eternity, her body began to respond. She could actually feel her traitorous body
secreting endorphins to make her enjoy it.
She tried to stop it, to feel the pain seemed more honest but finally
she could not endure. Her nipples grew
hard, her pussy moist, her fingers clenched as her body began to feel its first
true arousal.
The
Imperialist finished long before she could feel anything more than the
beginnings of arousal but Thor soon took his place.
Crushed
in his strong arms Seraphim once more started to feel that strange warmth
between her legs. The massive rod
inside her stopped feeling like an instrument of pain and more a wand of
pleasure. Seraphim started to moan.
The
Viking also finished early.
Tengu
took his place.
Again
and again the villains had their way with her fulfilling their twisted lusts
but never giving Seraphim more than a taste of pleasure.
Until
finally only Hooligan was left. The
others had departed. They'd all felt
obliged to rape the angelic heroine but none of them were that interested in
sticking around, not with a dungeon full of heroines downstairs and a city full
of women outside.
"So
mind if have a go then?"
Imperialist
looked the Irish villain up and down.
He'd stopped crying a while ago and seemed to be back to his normal
self. He was even swaying back and
forth and his breath positively reeked of whiskey. Normally Imperialist would have the drunken sod down in the pain
pits by now for letting this bitch control him but… Hadn't the poor drunk waited long enough?
"Yeah,
go for it. Mind if I watch?" It would be a good chance to make sure
Hooligan really was back to himself.
"No
worries mate. I'll give you a good
show." He leered down at the
soiled angel. Seraphim's white robes
were a dirty gray now, her fair skin covered in bruises and cuts, her inner
thighs coated in jism. The long golden
wings were broken in several places; feathers pulled from them and boot prints
clearly visible in places.
Unfortunately her golden eyes were glazed over barely noting the world
around her.
Hooligan
decided to get her attention. He
planted a boot between her legs and pushed.
The girl screamed again and saw him.
He
bent over and breathed harsh fumes into her face. She gagged. He put his
hands in her armpits and pulled her up against a stone column enjoying the
expression of pain on her face as her shattered wings shifted. He kneed her in the gut.
"Been
waiting a long time for this you super cocktease. Brace yourself Bridgett, I'm going in!"
And
with that, he went in.
Imperialist
laughed for five straight minutes at the look of absolute horror and despair on
Seraphim's face.
Hooligan
pounded the poor girl with all his strength; she felt granite chips slipping
between her butt cheeks as the wall behind her disintegrated under the
pressure. Tears fell and she howled in
pain. Hooligan gripped her shoulders
and pushed harder slamming her into the wall dislodging blocks.
Through
her dimming eyes Seraphim thought she could see tears in Hooligan's eyes but
she knew it was just wishful thinking.
Her eyes began to close. The
world went black.
The
Imperialist laughed harder.
He
was still laughing when Hooligan pulled out a block and threw it at his
forehead.
The
Pillagers' leader slumped to the ground unconscious and bleeding.
***
Seraphim
felt nothing but darkness and despair around her. She had failed. There
were no sparks of decency in the Global Pillagers, just darkness and evil. With no goodness to feed her Seraphim was
almost powerless barely able to endure her punishment.
But
then…
She
could feel it coming closer, a tiny ember of light and of love. She felt gentle hands on her body moving her
to a bed. She felt a warm tongue on her
abused breasts replacing feelings of pain with those of pleasure. Her body and soul responded naturally, her
wounds healed, her wings knit, her nipples rose and she felt dampness between
her legs.
She
opened her eyes.
She
saw Hooligan.
She
began a scream but his tender lips covered hers with a loving kiss. She felt it; somehow his love for her was
still strong, even after…
"Uh!" She grunted as he entered her. Her healing powers had made her as tight as
she had ever been. Hooligan's member
should have hurt but somehow it was pleasant and warm inside her body. They were not having sex, they were making
love. She kissed his chest
passionately, he pushed harder, she cried and moaned. And finally…
"YES! BY THE LIGHT YES! Thank you Hooligan, thank you, I never knew, I never thought
mortals could feel this way…"
"Yeah,
yeah, you were a good shag too. Now off
with you."
"What?"
The
Irishman turned angry. "Get off
now! Leave me alone! Stop making me, y'know, feel things. I don't need this crap in my life! I was happy damn it! Now get going and-"
She
put a delicate hand on his bare shoulder.
"Hooligan no. You have just
begun to discover the goodness within, I can help you redeem yourself
and-"
He
shrugged off her hand. "And
what? What? Become some goody two shoes hero like the rest of the losers in
the basement? Fight the Pillagers till
they finally kick my ass and then get anally violated by Tengu's rape machine
till I go mad? That what I have to look
forward to? Maybe we'll get a cell
together like Mr. Helpful and Ms. Nice!"
"Hooligan
no! Heroes can win, we can defeat the
Pillagers or even redeem them-"
"Maybe
that works in
She
could see the tears in his eyes, the struggle within him. She knew her next works could tip the
balance.
She
put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
"Hooligan,
your soul is like a flower emerging after the darkness of winter, small but
beautiful. Hooligan I swear by the
light, I love-"
His
smack knocked her across the room.
"GOT
OUT! I don't want your sodding love
damnit! Get the fuck out!"
His
face twisted in rage he charged her.
Fear
filled Seraphim, she looked at the skylight and…
***
A
golden beam of light shot out of the Chaos Citadel illuminating Aztec and
Aussie Con as they headed for the women's gymnastics finals in
"Heh,
guess she got away."
"Wonder
who Impy will blame for this fuck up?"
***
Upward,
ever higher, she soared.
Seraphim
could feel the crude matter of her material body fading away as she returned to
her true form. The gates to the Planes
of Light were ahead of her, she could hear her brothers and sisters calling,
calling…
But
their songs were not welcoming.
"Go
back"
"You
are fallen"
"Tainted"
"Impure"
"Soiled"
"No,
no I am pure, I am innocent" she tried to object but the memories of those
few minutes of pleasure came to her unbidden.
Even without her body she could feel him inside her and feel herself
yearning for more.
The
gates closed in her face.
She
fell.
***
A
golden comet struck the
A
few hours later…
"Great
Hitler's Ghost!"
Ivan
could not believe what he had found. A
beautiful blond girl, naked as a jaybird, had washed up by the hobo's
shanty. She was gorgeous, like a living
angel, except for that look of incredible sadness on her sleeping face.
He
managed to get her into the shanty and lay her down on the pile of
blankets. He stopped to tie her hands with
rags just in case. She didn't
stir. He poured himself a glass of
moonshine, took another look at the girl and decided to get on with it.
A
quick thrust took him inside her but he was only good for a few minutes between
her warm wet legs. He shot his load and
lay down next to her just feeling her sweet warm body next to his.
When
he felt up for it again he too another turn.
Halfway through the girl started to stir. She opened her innocent blue eyes and looked right at Ivan. The filthy bum hesitated and stopped,
pulling out of her and pulling up his pants.
"S-sorry
miss, I…"
"No
sir, please but… perhaps there is a way we can both enjoy making love?"
Under
her instruction the bum began a gentle, caring night of lovemaking, fulfilling
her every need as best he could.
The
next day he stopped drinking and started looking for a job.
In
her heart Virginia Celeste wept for what she had lost. Her pride and her weakness had cost her
everything. Her mentor was still a
prisoner, and she was trapped forever in this cold dark world. But somehow she would continue, finding
whatever sparks of goodness there were in this city and maybe, someday, she
would challenge the Global Pillagers again.
And
next time she would succeed.
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