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 2: See new places

Shamrock woke up Saturday half blind and groaning in pain. She stumbled to the bathroom and looked at herself. Her head felt like she had gone twelve rounds with the Human Dreadnought. ‘I can’t believe I slept like this…’ she muttered. She was nude except for her gloves and boots. Even her mask was still hanging from her face, held on by last night’s spirit gum. Her costume she found was crumpled on the floor next to a crushed towel rack torn from the wall. Her left glove was oddly stained and felt sticky. "Mother Mary, what did I do last night?"

Taking two aspirins, she tried to remember. She had arrived back from Africa, her bags were still on the floor and then flown to the World Peace Building for the banquet. She listened to the speeches and then something… She met someone? A man, tall and, and… something? Then she’d come home and done, THAT to herself.

"Uck! she cried tearing off her gloves and throwing them in the trash she tore off her boots and mask as well and climbed into the shower thoroughly washing herself, especially, ‘downstairs’.

‘How could I do that, how? why? Touching myself like, like some animal? What was I thinking?’

Then it hit her, ANTONIO! She thought of him, his eyes, his smile, his smell and Shannon O’Sullivan, proper Irish girl melted away, she such desire for her man she could think of nothing else but his face, his body, his hands, on her body... Unconsciously her fingers strayed towards her nether regions eager to satisfy her need. Her dreamy pleasures were interrupted as her phone rang, pulling her out of her foggy haze. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a green towel and answered it.

"Hello? Oh good morning Kisume." She greeted her fellow Global Protector Rising Sun. "What? Afternoon? One o’clock? No, no, I’m fine, just running a little late, tell Maple Leaf I’ll be right there."

The Global Protectors meeting had started a half hour ago!

Running through her small apartment Shannon dried herself as she searched for a clean costume (she must have been really out of it last night, she was usually so careful to hang up and wash her clothes), finally finding her old costume, the one with the thigh-high boots, in the back of her closet. Pulling it on, struggling to get those damn boots (who the heck picked them anyway she wondered for the 100^th time) over her long legs. Finally sort of presentable (no time for make-up or doing her hair) she flew out the window at top speed, hoping no one would notice her in broad daylight.

In a few minutes she was at the Gaia Building on the banks of the St. Griffin River. Set in 20 acres of natural woodland (that concealed a high-tech security system), the steel and glass structure was the home of Megapolis and the world’s premier international superheroine team, the Global Protectors! Normally Shamrock would pause to look at the row of dozens of flags flying over the lawn, the twin domes on the building or the marble globe suspended over the lobby fountain by one of Dr. Boyd’s antigravity fields. But there was no time today. Sophisticated bio-scans quickly confirmed Shamrock’s identity and allowed her to land safely in the plaza and enter the meeting room.

The lights were low as Maple Leaf ran a powerpoint presentation of the heroine’s recent activities. La Sola, Rising Sun, Tigress and Star watched, took notes or at least pretended they were. Nervous, the Irish lass tried to sneak in the back but Maple Leaf wasn’t in the mood to let her off easy.

"Shamrock, so nice of you to join us today, I hope you had a good time last night." Shamrock muttered something and took her seat, her friend Rising Sun looked at her with concern. "I see you’re going retro today" Maple Leaf added referring to her choice of costumes.

"S-sorry, it was the only clean one."

"Then you should really learn to take better care of your costumes. They’re not just something you throw on, when you wear one of our uniforms you’re representing the Global Protectors and your country. You understand that don’t you?"

"Yes, Maple Leaf, I’ll do better."

"Fine then, let’s forget this ever happened" she said meaning the opposite of course. "Now then, for those who came late" Maple Leaf glared again at Shamrock, "the Africa mission was a great success. 14 major news papers put it on page 1, 16 magazines had full articles on it and best of all we got at least a minute on all the network news shows." Behind her the projector showed some news clippings and highlights from the TV reports. "This is really great publicity for those of use who went on the mission" she glared at Star (who ignored her as she checked her nails).

"And at the banquet last night I got a promise that SNN will cover our next mission in August. Now that’s a slow news month so I think we can make an even bigger splash next time. In addition I was able to convince Billy Hatch to donate $100,000 to our foundation. Not too bad considering I had to persuade him by myself." She glared at Tigress and Shamrock for this.

"Moving along, the banquet itself had good attendance but not much media coverage. I’ve got our publicist talking to the WPI about that. But probably it’s just as well-" the projector showed a headline ‘Joey Hart: COMPLETELY NAKED!’ with a picture of a dazed and confused Joey Hart being booked for indecent exposure "-apparently Mr. Hart here was on some heavy drugs, he was found wandering the street naked and muttering to himself. We wouldn’t want something like that connected with us." Tigress chuckled for some reason but Maple Leaf did not pay attention.

"Also one of the WPIs conference tables was broken during the party, God only knows how that could have happened." Tigress chuckled again and was ignored. "So it’s just as well there weren’t any cameras on hand."

"Now for today’s duty assignments: I have an important dinner appointment tonight so La Sola will take monitor duty for the rest of this afternoon (oh La Sola, talk to me later, I’ve set up a magazine shoot for you), Tigress you’ll cover it for the graveyard shift (seeing as you didn’t do any work last night) and Rising Sun will take over tomorrow morning. Valkyrie and Aussie Girl are still working on the Madam Manacle case and won’t be back till later this week. Dr. Boyd is speaking in Vienna. The Metro Art Museum is getting a shipment of Roman Statues today that Caligula and his gang might be interested in. I need two of us to cover the delivery. Star and Shamrock, that’s your job."

"I’m sorry sugar, I can’t do that, I’ve got a photo shoot for my calendar down at the beach and then I’m meeting my choreographer over dinner to plan my next video. So tonight’s just all booked up."

Jillian glared at the American heroine/wanna-be pop star but said nothing. For all her attitude problems Star brought in more than her share of publicity and money.

"Fine then" Maple Leaf said noting it in her log, "Rising Sun and Shamrock. Eight till two am staking out the Art Museum."

"I, um, can’t either"

"What was that?" Maple Leaf replied sharply. She was in no mood to take shit from the Global Protector’s meekest (and least profitable) member.

"No, nothing."

"That’s what I thought. OK girls, we’re adjourned."

***

Her head hurting from stress and frustration Maple Leaf headed for her office. Now Shamrock’s giving me grief, fucking Shamrock? Let’s see how much attitude she’s giving me after a week on the graveyard shift, she thought jotting the change into her planner. You want to give me shit, go make a calendar that sells two million copies a year, then you can start picking your missions.

The hardwood paneling, imported furniture and rows of civic awards in the office always made her proud of what she had achieved. Here was a picture of her shaking hands with Prime Minister Chrétien, there she was leading the Rose Bowl Parade arm in arm with John Wayne’s clone, over there was a front page shot of her saving a crashing plane (with La Sola and Tigress neatly cropped from the image) not bad, not bad at all.

But then she looked at the mountain of paperwork waiting for her (that none of the other girls would touch) and sighed.

She shouldn’t do this, she’d just done it the other day, and she’d promised herself to only do it once a week but she really needed it. Fiddling with the secret catch she opened the hidden panel and walked into a small, soundproof concrete room not on the official building plans. She carefully took off her costume and hung it on the hanger by the door. Her gloves and mask went on hooks, the boots on a little shelf. She took the remote from its usual spot and set it for just twenty minutes. OK, maybe thirty.

They’d captured the chair last year from Doc Droid. Its titanium steel restraints were strong enough to hold even a superheroine like Maple Leaf (in fact it had held her six hours that time) and the electrodes and dildos were still in working order. For the thousandth time Jillian was thankful she’d saved the chair for ‘study’ after the others rescued her. Valkyrie probably knew, and Rising Sun probably suspected why Maple Leaf had asked for that remote timer but they were cool. They wouldn’t say anything. Taking a deep breath she settled into the chair, the restraints locking down on her arms, legs and neck. She gave a content sigh as the vibrations started.

***

Outside Shamrock walked onto the grounds looked tired and anxious. What could she do now?

Her friend Kisume ran up behind her "Shan-chan, what’s wrong?"

"Oh, um, nothing, it’s just that, I have to um, do something, tonight."

Seeing how red her Irish friend’s face had gotten the Asian heroine immediately understood. "I see you met someone, is he cute?" she asked smiling, genuinely happy for her younger friend.

"I, I really can’t say… please, can you handle tonight alone, I really can’t go"

"Of course Shan-chan, after your date you can meet me on stakeout and tell me all about him." Rising Sun had never known Shamrock to stay out on a first date past eleven o’clock. Or on second, third and fourth dates either for that matter.

"Thank you, thank you Kisu… I’ll tell you everything later, I promise."

"It’s deal then, gambatte ne! good luck!" She gave her friend a hug and headed off to the gym for her afternoon workout.

Hesitantly, Shamrock took to the skies flying back towards Megapolis. She had to stop herself several times from going straight to the Plaza Hotel where *HE* was waiting. He didn’t want her until 8 so she would just have to wait until then. But she wanted to go so much…

She finally decided to fly by a few times and see if she could see him.

***

Several blocks away Billy Hatch checked his web cams. He’d made his fortune writing sophisticated visual pattern recognition software to spot leaks in pipes, known criminals entering buildings or (in this case) the trademark costumes of every superheroine he could find. Last year he’d gotten a contract with the city to set up cameras to identify cars that run red lights, or make illegal turns. The city did not know that he’d also used the contract as an excuse to set up cameras on top of tall buildings or in crime-prone alleys to catch pictures of the city’s many superheroines.

He hoped he could use the software to launch an underground pay site called www.superheroinescaughtoncamera.com where users could see the girls in and out of costume. So far he had pictures of all the greats and a lot of obscure ones too, even video files of them in action. The only problem was that his cameras could only lock on to costumes. More than once he’d almost gotten a picture of a heroine changing, or losing her clothes when the camera turned off automatically. The best he had was a picture of Ultra Girl taking her top off. He hoped he’d see the full package soon but until he fixed that bug he had would have nothing anyone would pay real money for. If by some chance he was watching at the moment he could manually keep the camera going but so far he hadn’t caught anything interesting.

But they were good for other things. It had taken a while but he had checked all his cameras around the World Peace Institute and managed to get a photo of the man in a tux from last night. He’d e-mailed the caterer who’d said the guy was an Italian reporter, not much to go on. But a quick hack into the WPI’s database had found him, and a hotel room. Penthouse in the Plaza, huh? Pretty nice on a reporter’s salary. So now Billy had six cameras set up to watch the Plaza, just in case Shamrock really was making time with that greasy foreigner.

Pay dirt! A pop-up window interrupted his game of Counter Strike telling him she was flying by the Plaza. Smiling he called up the image. Hmmm, she was in her old costume, with those hot thigh highs, why did they ever change them? But she soon flew off towards the west side where Billy had hardly any cameras to follow her. He quickly typed out an e-mail to his staff to install ten more cameras on the west side by tomorrow.

***

Shamrock didn’t see him on the terrace and after a few fly-bys decided to head home. She had to get ready after all.

She spent the next few hours doing and redoing her make-up. She brushed her hair 100s of times experimenting with tying it into a pony tail (too young, too schoolgirl, not serious enough) putting it up (too tight, too restrained, too school teacher) and even tying it in two braids (no). Finally she decided to leave it down. Then she tried smiling in front of the mirror (try and look relaxed), practicing small talk and studying her body for any problems. The Boyd Treatment that gave her her powers was supposed to keep her body in top condition but she knew she was getting fat. She pinched a bit of flab on her stomach and sighed. She would have to diet and hope she could lose weight before Antonio realized what a pig she’d become.

Finally it was 7:30 and she couldn’t wait any longer. Putting on her costume (the thigh-high boot one again, she just didn’t have the time to wash her other one) she flew out the window. In seconds she was hovering over the Plaza again suddenly apprehensive about going down. What if he wasn’t ready, what if he didn’t really want to see her? Maybe she should go home?

It wasn’t until almost 8:15 that she screwed up the courage to descend to the rooftop terrace. There she saw a table for two waiting for her, covered plastic platters (instead of the usual silver), candles burning (plastic holders as well), and a bottle of French wine. But no sign of Antonio, did he, did he stand her up?

She almost jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder but smiled when she saw it was Antonio. He was wearing a dark silk suit and red shirt, with a matching handkerchief in the jacket pocket. He just looked too elegant.

"Ah Miss Shamrock, I am so glad you came" he gave her a peck on cheek and pulled out her chair for her.

She folded her long legs under her and sat down. While uncomfortable in the extreme she had to admit the high boots really accentuated her best feature. She didn’t really like the leotard on this costume (why hadn’t she washed her new costume, she was such a silly girl), it was gold, white and green with an enormous shamrock in the center, it made her feel like a St. Patrick’s Day decoration. Besides it was old and the shoulder straps were a bit threadbare. She hoped he would not notice.

He took his seat and pulled the plastic cover off of food. Smiling he poured them both some wine.

"A toast, to new friends!"

"To new friends!"

She sipped her wine enjoying the taste in her mouth but when she noticed Antonio was finishing his glass she decided to do the same.

Then he pulled out a small tape recorder from his pocket and put it on the table. "You do not mind if I record this do you? Of course you don’t, please tell me your name for the record."

"My name is Shann-Shamrock, I’m a twenty year old superheroine from Ireland and a member of the Global Protectors." She recited. "And" (her voice softened and lowered) "I’m, really, really, happy to see you tonight Antonio." She blushed, and chuckled and reached for another glass of wine.

"Thank you Miss Shamrock, oh these superhero names are so clumsy, surely you must have a real name?"

Shamrock finished her second glass and answered reflexively "oh my real name is Shannon O’Sullivan, but… but… oh no, I can’t say that, it’s a secret!"

"Don’t worry Shannon, it will be our secret, you do trust me don’t you?"

"Oh of course" she reached for another glass.

***

Billy squinted at his monitors trying to see what was going on. They were just sitting and talking! This was so boring. He wished he’d set up a shotgun mike. He e-mailed his staff to install some mikes around the Plaza.

***

They chatted some more, Shamrock becoming more and flushed, the world more and more hazy around her.

"This costume you wear, it is your old one is it not?"

Busted! She thought fast "Well I couldn’t wear the same outfit on our second date could I?" she laughed awkwardly, but his laugh was rich and melodious.

"I’m sorry my dear, a gentleman should never be less than flattering about a woman’s choice of attire. Please forgive me."

"Oh, of course." He is SO COOL. Her heart fluttered.

"You say you are just twenty years old? So young to be such a great heroine."

"Yes, actually I just turned twenty last week, in America I’m not even supposed to drink this" she said finishing another glass.

"Well then, let us forget America’s ways and drink to Italy, and to Ireland!"

They both downed a glass.

"And to your belated birthday of course!"

The each had another.

***

Shamrock felt her nipples getting hard, the wine, the chill, the company, something was making her perky breasts very aroused. He noticed but didn’t stare, not like other boys, he kept looking into her eyes with those dreamy dark eyes of his. He was such a gentleman. She realized she was starting to fall for him.

"That costume is very tight is it not? Would it not be more practical to wear something a little more protective, or maybe something with pockets?"

She chuckled at the idea. "Oh I don’t know if people would pay as much attention if we wore jeans and baggy sweaters. Don’t you prefer this approach?" The wine making her daring, she shook her breasts a bit. He smiled. She smiled. They were so in tune. "Seriously though, there’s a practical reason, the force field that protects us from harm only extends a few millimeters from our skin. Anything was wear has to be skintight or it might be damaged in a super battle."

"I see, I see. But you must tell me" Antonio asked with a chuckle "I hope I am not being too forward, but I have always wondered what heroines wore under their costumes?"

She hesitated a second on that question, it was pretty forward for a second date (first date really when she thought about it), but then again he is Italian and they’re a little different about these things. Besides she trusted him, she could tell him anything.

"Well, I, um, used to wear a bra and panties but Jillian, I mean Maple Leaf told me, I mean, asked me to stop because people could see the lines under the costume. Kisume, that’s Rising Sun’s real name, used to do the same thing but Valkyrie said that with the Boyd Treatment our bodies are, kind of, firm enough and we don’t need bras or anything."

"So you are saying that you are scandalously naked beneath your clothes." He smiled at his own joke. "Would you mind if I checked? In the interests of journalistic accuracy of course…"

Shamrock’s heart skipped a beat. What? Did he really ask that?

"If you don’t mind that is…"

"Mind? No, no mind, I mean I don’t mind" slowly she reached for the zipper at the base of her neck.

"Please my dear, allow me." Antonio walked around and unzipped her top, slowly peeling it over her pert breasts, and erect nipples. She cooperated pulling her willowy arms out of the shoulder straps and wrapping them around his strong body.

"Thank you" she beamed at him, feeling so much freer now, topless with a man she had only met last night.

***

Billy’s eyes went wide! With one hand he quickly toggled through making sure each camera was getting this as best it could. The other went right into his pants.

***

"So tell me" he said caressing her breasts from behind and whispering in her ear "if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly are your superpowers? How do they work?"

"Well, my powers come from Dr. Boyd, he’s a famous scientist. All the members of the Global Protectors got their powers from him. We can fly, we’re pretty strong and fast and very hard to hurt, even bullets will bounce off of us."

Shamrock was speaking slowly and clearly, like she was speaking to a child. Perfect.

"I have heard that but when I touch your skin" he rubbed her belly gently, she smiled and cooed "it is warm, and soft, how can that stop a bullet?"

Shamrock blinked, her voice become more serious "Our limited invulnerability is a function of the psycho-kinetic field that is activated by the Boyd Treatment. It allows us to fly, lift great weights, enhances our strength and protects us from harm. The energy that powers us also keeps our bodies in peak physical condition and allows us to heal from wounds with amazing speed. Unlike other psycho-kinetic powers the field operates on the unconscious level reacting to incoming threats becoming stronger the more energy a projectile or blast has while allowing slow or soft things to pass through." This was useless, she was practically quoting the Global Protectors website.

"We can suspend the field if we need to, or concentrate and try to strengthen it but that is tiring. Since the field is created by our nervous systems and grows stronger as we grow stronger, but weakens when we are tired or hurt."

This was news, new information and very useful. He followed up with another question as he slipped her costume down, off her tight ass and around her knees. "So although you can still feel the breeze or a touch, your field would activate if suddenly a bullet was fired at you."

"Precisely. But there is some leakage in the field, a bullet stings and a missile would definitely knock the wind out of me. And some things like, uh, uh" his fingers had begun probing her tight cunt "like, uh, gases or radiation or regular light will go right through it."

"And mental probes or psychic attacks?"

"Uh-uh-unfortunately one side effect of the process is it makes uh-uh-us more vulnerable to mind control than uh-uh-other people. Th-the field ray-raises our psychic profile, ow-our minds are ee-easy to man-manipulate, if you n-know how… the doctor is trying to fuh-fix it cause it’s ah-our biggest, we-weakness. Th-that’s a secret too-oo-oo!"

No kidding Antonio thought, he could not remember the last time a girl had fallen under his spell so quickly or so completely. Every part of her body was on fire, her hands roaming all over him stroking, caressing, her breathing was ragged and she could barely speak. Gyrating under his fingers she was positively begging for release. Hadn’t anyone fucked this girl recently? Then he remembered a detail from last night.

He let go of her removing his long fingers and skilled hands. She fell to the ground disappointed and confused.

"I do have one, last, question…"

***

Across town, Rising Sun sat bored on a rooftop facing the Metro Art Museum. Occasionally she looked up from her PDA (where she was reading the latest technical journals) to make sure the workers were still unloading the trucks and still safe.

Another stupid stakeout, at least Shamrock was having a good time somewhere. Noting the time, she touched her left glove and clicked the automatic ‘all clear’ signal and returned to The Journal of Semiconductor Design.

Oblivious, she did not note the shadow looming behind her… or the electric net until it had entangled and shocked her.

***

He had one last question? Last question? Last? Was he angry? He looked angry. Would he make her go home? Didn’t he know how she felt about him?

"Something you said last night to me, something like, ‘I’ve never done this’, that is a lie I think."

Oh no! He must think the worst, he must think I’m a worthless tramp, some sort of loose woman…

"No-I mean yes, I mean, really, I’ve never done it, not-not for real."

"Go on"

"Th-the first time it was on a case against this villain named Dynamo, he has, sort of these electric powers and he can shock people."

"So?"

Tears began to leak from her eyes as she pleaded with him. "With women, he can kind of shock them in a sp-special way, make them, y’know, ready and kind of even, willing… Really, I don’t even remember it and I wasn’t in control, it wasn’t my fault…" she began to sob.

"Oh you poor dear" he helped her up and embraced her, his eager fingers exploring the crack of her ass "of course it wasn’t your fault, now dry your tears" he handed her the red silk handkerchief and she immediately blew her nose in it.

"The, second time was worse…"

"Second time?!" he roared slapping her hard across the face (noting that her field did not activate). "Why you are nothing more than a slut, a whore, a painted Jezebel!"

"No, no please, it wasn’t me… we were tracking this sorcerer called the Wraithlord-"

"A Necromancer actually."

"And, we, we weren’t ready. He caught all of us and took us to his dungeons and did things… terrible things. If-if I wasn’t a superheroine I think it would have killed me… If Valkyrie had not figured out his weakness… I don’t know what would have happened…"

"The Wraithlord might have sacrificed you all under the full moon and claimed the entire world as his own instead of losing most of his power and being condemned to a shadowy limbo-like existence."

"i-i guess so. he was so terrible… you have to believe me it wasn’t my fault."

He helped her up again rubbing his leg between her thighs. "Don’t even think about it my dear, after an ordeal like that it’s best to carry on."

"Then there was the time Villainy eXtreme stole the experimental mind control helmet, I was under their control and I can’t really remember anything from it but we found this video tape and… three of them at once, I, I didn’t even know that was possible…"

Antonio DiSeduttore was aghast. He had suspected that superheroines lived a more, interesting, life than the public knew but this… this sounded more like fan fiction from some sleazy website than real life.

"…I really don’t think Doctor Droid’s Rapebot should count, since it was just a machine really"

"Of course not dear" He was beginning to regret raising this subject, how many times had there been?

"Madame Manacle and Master Menace they only just, touched me, y’know, down there, they’d also captured Aussie Girl and La Sola and I think they were more interested in them…"

Several stories later…

"So what you are saying Shamrock, that you have never had a man hold you in his arms, tell you he loves you and make glorious love to you all night long!"

"I guess the Wraithlord said something like that once, something about loving my screams, and wanting to torture me all night long, but I guess, no, not really, I’ve never been with a man, not, not the right way."

"Well then Shamrock, tonight we shall fix that!" he took her hot body in his arms and carried her over the threshold into the bedroom.

***

At the museum Caligula watched as members of Gladiator Gang shocked the last of the guards. Retiarius arrived at the loading dock carrying Rising Sun’s bound form.

"Ave Caesar! I captured the Global Protector. Lucky that lit PDA screen gave her away, not to mention that white costume."

"Excellent, come Secutor summon the rest of my Gladiators, we should certainly take the time to enjoy ourselves before we loot this exhibition.