Global Protectors: The Seduction of Shamrock

By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com

Lessee… The Global Protectors and the Wraith Lord are copyright Doctor Droid (www.superstories.net/droidzone), other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus. Most of the background is my own, if something does not fit the good doctor’s vision or the established world of Megapolis then just assume it happened on Earth 2 ½ J

Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions.

Part 1: Meet New People

It was Friday night in Megapolis. The college kids were stumbling from bar to bar showing their fake IDs. Hipsters and beautiful people hit the clubs, eyeing each other like prey. The yuppies were dinning in expensive restaurants, and families went to the movies.

Muggers prowled, perverts stalked, ninjas ran across the rooftops, and superheroes patrolled. Except for three heroines who had a more pressing engagement…

***

The banquet was on the top floor of the World Peace Institute where three heroines from the Global Protectors were being honored for their efforts to stop world hunger. Celebrities, dignitaries and socialites gathered as Maple Leaf, Shamrock and Tigress took the stage.

Their heightened senses catch a few muttered comments from the crowd…

"Bubble headed bimbos"

"Caught the Black Baron last week"

"No way they’re real"

"Star whores, nothing but star whores"

‘Oh yeah, tonight, gonna get me some of that’

"Saved me from terrorists"

"What the hell are they wearing?"

"Sluts"

"Rich, beautiful, powerful, they’re so cool"

"Who is that again? Captain Leprechaun?"

"Nice tits"

"Looks even better in person"

"Hey, I thought Ultra Woman would be here"

Oblivious to the remarks Chairman Loveless concluded "I would now like to introduce our guests of honor, three great heroines from all corners of the world!"

The spotlight settled on the three champions of good attired in their tight one-piece spandex leotards, masks, knee-high boots and elbow length gloves each in the colors of her nation’s flag. The three girls stuck the Global Protectors’ trademark pose, big smile, hands on the hips, chest out, legs spread.

"Tigress from Kenya"

Kanika Ngala, a.k.a. the Tigress stuck out her ample chest and swept her eyes across the audience noticing which men were there, which were young and which were alone.

"Shamrock from Ireland"

Shannon O’Sullivan, better known as Shamrock gulped and squinted into the lights. She wished the air conditioning was a bit lower, she was sure everyone could see her erect nipples.

"And their leader Maple Leaf"

Jillian Harve, Maple Leaf, gave the crowd a winning smile and turned halfway to give them a glimpse of her thigh and tight ass. ‘Gotta sell the product’ she thought.

"Thank you Chairman Loveless" she said approaching the microphone: "And thank you all for coming out today. Since Dr. Boyd saved my life and granted me and my comrades our powers we have worked to save lives and help people all around the world..."

Tigress tried not to yawn as her self-righteous leader blabbed on and on bragging about their anti-hunger efforts. The fact was they’d flown to Africa, unloaded a few crates, taken a few pictures and flown home. Acting as a human forklift did nothing to address the real problems. She sniffed the air and looked at the audience, there were some strong men out there, just the thing she needed after the long trip.

Shamrock stood quietly wishing she did not have to be on stage under the spotlights and before the cameras. She hated this part of their job, it was so pointless, unlike helping those poor children in Africa. She looked down at her boots trying to forget the people watching her.

***

Eventually the self-congratulatory speech ended and the three heroines stepped down to join the party. Maple Leaf immediately zeroed in on the Chairman Loveless of the World Peace Institute to ask him to about his continued support for the Global Protectors.

Tigress smiled and headed for the handsome young teen idol who had been staring at her (her breasts actually) from across the room.

Shamrock walked uncomfortably to the buffet table, trying to ignore the stares and comments from the partygoers, wondering how much longer she should stay before slipping out.

"Excuse me miss would you-"

"Hey babe-"

"Look at that ass"

Blushing she heard everything said around her and tried to ignore it all. She hated these events, she hated being on display, smiling for the cameras, she just wanted to help people, why did they have to go through this after every mission? So she smiled, and muttered excuses and tried to keep the crowd at bay. Luckily Maple Leaf was carrying on loudly about their good deeds and distracted most of Shamrock’s admirers.

***

Maple Leaf sighed and tried not to roll her eyes as Tigress and Shamrock deserted her. They were definitely the wrong girls to bring to this. Nice enough girls, competent heroines but they knew nothing about working a room. Shame that Aussie Girl and Valkyrie were both out of town, at least she could count on them in these situations. Star would have been perfect for this. Maple Leaf hated to admit it but the Global Protector’s newest member was even better than she was at networking and schmoozing. But she was also a total bitch who wanted nothing to do with the Africa mission.

"Leo, I loved that gang film and I’m so glad you made it, tell me will you be able to do that PSA for the Global Protectors Foundation we talked about? I’ll have our agents call your people…"

"Ted, I wanted to thank you for all the coverage you gave our little mission of mercy, y’know we’re going back to Africa in July…"

"Oh look there’s Quintien, I just have to say hi to him…"

Smile, shake hands, flatter, ask for a favor, make an excuse, move on. A simple little dance but some girls were just too damn dense to get it. How did they think the Global Protectors got their headquarters, or paid their salaries, or stayed on magazine covers? How did they think the GP competed against the likes of Ultra Woman with her perfect ass and melon breasts?

"Why certainly Donald, I would love to have dinner tomorrow…"

Not by catching bank robbers.

Running a superheroine team is not easy, they needed a lot of friends and a lot of money to stay in business. So Jillian practiced all the skills she learned running for district attorney in Toronto. Making the rounds, working the room, selling the product.

***

Joey Hart, the young pop singer sweated next to the tall black woman trying not to stare too obviously at her eye-level breasts. "So um, then the guys and I we were in Hawaii shooting a video and we had to fly back to NY for the MTV awards but then I had a fight with Johnny and Corey so I like, decided to bag on the video and came here to work on some solo projects and, um…"

"Tell me little man" Tigress asked bluntly "is there somewhere here we can be alone?"

***

"Excuse me miss Shamrock, I just want to say I really, really admire you, I have your poster and some magazines you were in and I even got that unauthorized bio of you, the one that had to be destroyed before it was sold and I think it’s just full of lies. Anyway I’ve also got all the pictures of you I can find on the internet cause like there are hardly any redheaded heroines just a lot of blonds and Asians and I’ve kind of got a thing for redheads and you are even cuter in person than on the internet and that accent is so sweet…"

"I’m sorry Mr. Hatch"

"Please call my Billy, I know my business card says William Bernard Hatch but that’s just for clients, my friends call me Billy"

"I’m sorry Mr. Hatch, but I have to, um, find the powder room"

"Oh, OK, I think it’s down that way, I’ll be waiting back here for you, cause I really wanted to ask, y’know if you’d like to come to my place later, I have a hot tub y’know…"

Taking deep breaths Shamrock slinked away from Billy Hatch the dot-com millionaire. ‘Oh my god’ she thought. ‘I’d almost rather spend an hour with the Wraithlord than talk to that, that, pervert again. I don’t care how important this is I’m going home and taking a long hot bath…’

***

Out of the corner of her eyes Maple Leaf realized that both of her teammates had disappeared. Did that Irish bimbo just walk out on a conversation with Billy Hatch? The millionaire Billy Hatch? Completely intolerable. She’d have to have a long talk with her later. But her politician’s instincts kept the smile on her face, she even found an excuse to bend over and give the editor a glimpse of her cleavage. "Well Hugh, even if you ignore the age issue, Ultra Woman is what? 40? 50 years old now? I’m not sure she’d be interested in a cover shoot. But I know for a fact La Sola really likes your magazine, and just between you and me, she loves to sunbathe topless. It’s a cultural thing…"

***

Tigress and the pop star found an empty conference room down the hall. By that point the bulge in his pants made it almost impossible to walk straight.

***

Looking over her shoulder Shamrock caught sight of the dot-com millionaire talking to the supermodel. Shannon felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough to show her own face again. She headed down the hall towards the picture windows, hopefully no one would notice her slipping out early.

Then she saw him.

6’2" dark hair and a thin mustache, in a finely tailored tuxedo, he emerged from the elevators and glided towards her with an almost unnatural grace. He smiled at her as he passed and she could swear his eyes twinkled.

She had to lean against the wall to catch her breath and wait for her heart to slow down. ‘Wow, who was that?’

Ready, she looked for a minute out the windows thinking of a quick flight home, a long bath and a good book. She looked again at the party and saw *HIM* for a second. Hesitantly she turned and headed back to the banquet room.

***

Billy Hatch was fuming as he ordered another wine cooler. How could that model turn him down, how could she laugh… Oh he would get her back, he was already composing the blog entry in his head that would make her regret ever turning him down. With his devastating sarcasm and hundreds of loyal readers he’d ruin her career forever. Feh, she was just a common whore, not a nice girl like Shamrock, hey she’s back. He ordered a second wine cooler but when he looked back at her she was headed towards another guy. What the hell?

***

Nervous, Shamrock entered the banquet and approached the handsome man wondering what to say. She didn’t even notice how the crowd parted for her or how, for once, she was being left to herself. But he was looking away and there was no easy way to catch his eye. Finally she screwed up her courage and said "H-hi, um, so, are you from Megapolis?"

He turned and faced her flashing that winning smile again. "Ah hello, hello, so sorry I was lost in thought." His accent was Italian and sounded so good. "You must be one of the heroines, Maple Leaf is it?"

Shannon tried not to let the disappointment show on her face, "Actually I’m Shamrock, Maple Leaf has the, um red costume, with the um, maple leaf on it."

"Ah, I am so sorry, this is my first time in your city and I do not know as much about these heroines as I should, or as I would like."

The Italian took her gloved hand and kissed it gently. "Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Antonio DiSeduttore, I am a reporter for La Verita doing a profile on America’s superheroes. And heroines. You see in Italy we have almost no super people and my readers are very, very interested in learning more about your type. If you don’t mind, perhaps we might talk for a while."

"S-sure"

***

"I understand what you’re saying Professor Shore but I think our costumes are actually making an empowering statement for women everywhere. We are here, we are powerful and we are not afraid of our sexuality."

Across the room Maple Leaf noted Shamrock’s return. OK, she’s making an effort. She can go off the shit list. Maple Leaf tried to catch Shamrock’s eye, she can talk to the damn the Women’s Studies professor, but the Irish heroine seemed obsessed with some guy. Cute guy though. I hope she’s spending time with someone important and not a waiter or something. As she turned back to the professor, she forgot all about Shamrock.

***

Shamrock felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, her heard was pounding, her face must be as red as her hair, what was going on? But then he smiled again and her doubts disappeared. She was at a high-class party, and a handsome, dreamy man was interested in her. This was good, she should enjoy it.

"Your group, the Global Prosecutors"

"Global Protectors actually"

"Of course, forgive me, my English is still not perfect."

"No-no-no your English is great, really, great, you’re great"

OH! She was making such a mess of things. She was always a little shy but not this bad, something about this guy, Shamrock just could not control what she said. Maybe he wouldn’t notice how bad she was.

"Your Global Protectors, they are all women are they not? Is there a reason?"

"Yeah, Rising Sun says we should be called the Global Princesses or something hee-hee."

Antonio did not laugh at the joke. Shamrock chastised herself again and tried to be serious.

"Um, well yes we are all women, it’s because the Boyd Treatment, the way we got our powers, if only works on women because of chromosomes and, uh science and stuff."

"Ah yes, science."

Oh god, now he thinks I’m an idiot! She lowered her head embarrassed, her hair falling over her face. She just wanted to curl up and die. But then he reached over and gently moved her hair and lifted her chin.

"Please, you are so lovely, you must not hide your wonderful eyes."

The young heroine’s heart skipped a beat.

"You must have been an important woman in Ireland to be granted such powers."

"Me? No, no, some of the other girls, they were really important but I’m not anyone, I was just a university student."

"Really? There must be more to you than that I think."

"Well… it’s sort of secret."

He looked for a long time into her eyes, she felt like she could get lost forever in those dark pools. "Please tell me, I feel that you are a very special girl and want to know more. I promise I will not share any of your secrets with my readers."

Shamrock knew she should not say, if people knew too much about how she had gotten her powers they could figure out her secret identity, maybe the other’s identities too. But… he seemed so nice, so elegant, he understood her so well. She realized hadn’t met a man like this since Donavon.

That should have been her first warning.

***

‘What the hell?!’ Billy muttered again seeing some greasy guy making time with Shamrock. Why I should- I’m just go over there and tell him to get lost.

Walking towards the two Billy’s head suddenly started to hurt. Guess I had a few too many coolers, he thought half stumbling. As he kept going his hands started to shake until he dropped both glasses spilling the wine coolers across his polyester shirt and shattering the glasses at his feet. Everyone stared as he turned and ran from the room.

***

Everyone, that is, except Shannon and her companion.

She looked down again, even now it was painful to tell the story.

"I was seeing a boy, named Donav- um, forget his name, let me leave that out. He was tall with dark brown hair and the nicest blue eyes. He played guitar and sang one night at a pub near my school, he sang about freedom for the north and reuniting Ireland. I was a bit young then and fell head over heels for him. We dated for a few weeks, nothing serious, but I think I wanted it to be. Then one night I heard him on the phone talking about a putting a bomb in a shopping center. Donny – I mean that guy- he was part of the IRA."

"How shocking that must have been."

"I was so in love with him, I tried to talk him out of it but he just stormed away. Finally I felt I had to tell the police, I mean, he wanted to kill innocent people."

"You did the right thing."

"I know but it was hard. I wrote him in jail, telling him why I’d done what I’d done and telling him to reform his ways. I still thought I could save him but he didn’t write back, not to me."

Small tears were falling from her eyes, and she swallowed. It had been so long since she had thought of it. Antonio moved closer and put an arm around her shoulder. "Was that the end?"

"No. A few weeks later some IRA thugs caught me coming out of my parent’s house. They, they put two bullets in me and left me to die."

"The fiends!" he yelled loudly wrapping his strong arms around her. Strangely no one seemed to notice his outburst. Shamrock felt good though, letting the tears flow freely onto his expensive jacket. As much as she hated to tell the story, she felt so safe in his arms. Whispering she continued. "I could have died. Maybe I would have but Dr. Boyd was in Dublin that week speaking at the university. When he heard about my case he rushed over with his machines."

"Machines?"

"He had invented a process for activating the psychic energy in a person, but it only works on women, and then, only when they are near death. Somehow the trauma activates the psychic energy in our bodies. The process worked and I became Shamrock, Ireland’s heroine and member of the Global Protectors."

"And no doubt you became their mightiest and loveliest member."

"I don’t know about the loveliest…" (actually she did, Maple Leaf always tracked how each member’s posters, action figures and tee shirts were doing. Quiet little Shamrock was always one of the lowest, bombshells like La Sola or Star sold more than ten times what she did) "but I’m hardly the mightiest."

"I cannot believe that."

"It’s true, it’s true. We check every month, and actually I’m almost the weakest, after Aussie Girl." (as Tigress, the strongest, reminded her at every chance.)

Antonio smiled to himself. He was so glad he had spoken to this one first. Sometimes it would take weeks or months of hard work to break a girl’s self-esteem, but this one was half-broken already. Thrown into a group of over-achieving, aggressive women she could barely hold her head up when talking to a man. She would be easy.

"You are much too modest my dear. But come, it is so noisy in here, and crowded, I believe I saw some empty rooms that way. Shall we adjourn?"

"Um sure, OK, I mean, I guess it’s fine…" her head was swimming as he took her hand and lead her out of the banquet room unnoticed by all.

***

"Well?" Tigress asked removing her black and red leotard exposing her 38D breasts.

"OK, OK oh my God…" the singer answered as he tried to steady his fingers enough to unbutton his silk shirt. Tigress sighed, knocked his hands out of the way and tore the shirt open pushing him onto the table. He fumbled for his jeans but she was too fast and tore those open as well. Pinned, he entered her already wet pussy with a gasp.

***

Walking down the hall Antonio pulled the young heroine closer, one ambitious hand feeling her warm thigh while he lightly kissed her cheek. She took a deep breath and snuggled a bit closer to the man, overcome with joy. He gave a predatory smile and led Shamrock towards the conference room. Cries of "more" and "harder" came through the thick door into the hallway audible not only to Shamrocks’ improved hearing but to anyone standing there.

"Wha? What’s going on in there…" Shamrock whispered beginning to stir from her haze. "I do not know Shamrock, but does that not sound like your friend? Perhaps we should investigate. She might be in trouble."

"I-I don’t know…" she stammered "it sounds like, they’re... y’know…want to be alone…"

"Perhaps, but we had best check on them I think." With that he threw open the door.

The powerful smell of sweat and sex greeted them as Tigress straddled Joey clawing at his back drawing thin lines of blood. "Harder boy, come on… harder!" "I’mmmm trrrying…" Joey’s face communicating incredible pleasure and unbearable pain as he thrust into her.

Shamrock turned her head away and tried to leave, ashamed. Ashamed of her friend (how could she do that?) ashamed for seeing it, ashamed for interrupting it, ashamed of the part of her that wanted it. But Antonio’s arms were still wrapped around her and would not let go. "Wait Shamrock, wait. I think this is something you should see."

He took her chin in his hand and turned it back towards the lovers. Somehow they had not noticed Antonio or her and just continued. Now Tigress had knocked Joey flat on his back pinning his hands. She energetically bounced up and down on his penis her breasts heaving like ships in a storm.

Shamrock stood transfixed, unable to turn away, unable to speak. Just watching. This was something she should see. The young heroine barely noticed as Antonio’s left hand slipped between her legs and began gently massaging her sex through her spandex costume. She moaned softly and pushed against him.

"See how much control your friend has, using her muscles to keep the boy from coming but not so tight she injures him. Such discipline, such skill, you superheroines are true marvels."

His right hand slipped beneath her spandex top gripping her small but firm breast and tweaking her nipple.

"I believe that with some luck she can keep him going all night, until he begs her to finish. I should have come to this city a long time ago, don’t you agree Shamrock?"

"Oooo" she moaned again turning her head, her open mouth demanding a kiss.

"Soon my dear, soon, for now let us enjoy the show, perhaps you can learn something. I wonder, how long did it take her to perfect this technique, and how many partners did she injure while she was learning?"

Buckling harder and harder Tigress rode the poor young boy band singer stopping just short of hurting him with her strength. His eyes were filled with tears as he gasped for breath, muttering "please".

"Please. I wonder Shamrock, does he mean please stop? Please don’t stop? Or maybe it is just a word he had mindlessly latched on to. What do you think?"

"please" she moaned, her breathing ragged and her pussy growing damp. "Please, I’ve never… I mean… not like this…"

"Never you say?" Slipping his fingers under her gold and green leotard he entered her open and inviting vagina stroking it slowly and carefully, exploring its depths. She shuddered as his attentions brought her nearly to orgasm. This girl was no virgin but still…

He roughly turned her head and looked deep into her eyes. "Please… not like this, it’s my first time with… with someone... someone I lo…" Smiling he understood, no wonder she had been so responsive. He carefully removed him fingers and allowed the Irish girl to obediently lick them clean.

"How interesting. I knew you would be special. Well, that’s certainly something for us to discuss tomorrow night. Shall we say 8? I’m at the penthouse of the Plaza Hotel."

Suddenly more aware, Shamrock blinked several times. "Tomorrow? Eight? Yes, yes, I’d love to see you then."

"Excellent, we can continue our interview and then maybe spend some time together."

"Wow, wonderful, I-I can’t wait…"

"Well then" he said, carefully closing the conference room door and leading the Irish lass back towards the elevators "I’ll see you then. Oh and perhaps it’s best you do not mention this to your comrades, you would not want them to get jealous."

"If you say so Antonio, I won’t tell them anything."

"Excellent my dear, till tomorrow then."

Giving her a gentle kiss on the hand he said goodnight and left.

***

Her knees shaking Shamrock stumbled towards a window. Opening it she flew into the night sky crying "yes!". She had met a man, a wonderful, wonderful man and tomorrow she would see him again! Heading back towards her apartment she could not help but soar into the clouds turning loops and diving up and down in sheer joy. She could not get Antonio out of her mind, more than once she found herself cupping her breasts or rubbing her inflamed pussy. She’d never felt like this, never. Was she in love?

She barely remembered to speed up so that no one could see Shamrock flying onto Shannon O’Sullivan’s balcony. Opening the balcony door she entered her small studio apartment and headed right for the bathroom. Shedding her green white and gold costume she took a deep breath and put her gloved hand over her pussy the other gripping the towel rack.

Slowly, carefully she stroked herself to orgasm.

"Ohgod!"

"Ohgod!"

"Ohgod!"

She crushed the iron towel rack in her hand tearing it from the wall. She sat panting for several minutes before finally climbing into bed, spent.

***

At home, Billy Hatch decided to delete his entire Shamrock picture gallery. The whore. The slut. Go off with some other guy like that. But he stopped… Something about tonight bothered him…

***

Back in the conference room the much-abused table cracked and gave out under Tigress’ thrusts, throwing the two-backed beast to the floor. The momentary distraction allowed poor Joey to finally shoot his load into Tigress’ waiting body. "Jesus, I swear to Jesus I will never do that again, oh God, never again…" Tigress smiled as she put on her red, green and black uniform. "Not bad little boy. Perhaps I will choose you again someday."

"S-sure" he stumbled, "anytime, please…"

She opened a window and flew out satisfied, leaving the teen idol to wonder how he was going to get back to his hotel with a bloody back and shredded clothes.

***

Flying towards her large house outside of town Maple Leaf had to smile. She’d gotten another cover story for the group, guaranteed coverage for their next trip to Africa and lined up more than $100,000 in donations. All while the other girls were wasting their time somewhere. Some people just had no priorities.