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 3: Try new things

Saturday night Antonio DiSeduttore pounded his new conquest as she squirmed on the end of his long hard lance. It had been 3 hours and neither of them showed any sign of tiring. "That’s it girl, squeeze those vaginal muscles, not too hard, but just hard enough." The young heroine under him tried her best to follow his instructions, desperate to please the man she loved so much and enjoying the feeling of him inside her. "Good girl, good girl, I knew you had a talent for this." That bit of praise made Shamrock happier than anything she had ever heard.

***

At the Metro Art Museum Rising Sun was having a different sort of night…

She squirmed in the Gladiator’s shock net, getting small electric shocks for her trouble. She kept trying to reach the communicator in her left glove so she could call for help. All she had to do was hit the panic button and the Global Protectors could come running. The system was foolproof, Rising Sun had designed it herself. Nothing could go wrong unless… She finally reached the button and clicked it, waiting for the subtle vibration that would tell her it was on. Nothing. She clicked it again. Nothing.

Stupid, stupid Maple Leaf! Kisume had said more than once the communicators had to have better insulation but the Canadian heroine would not allow anything that looked too bulky and messed with the smooth lines of the Global Protector’s costumes. You’d think after that battle with Dynamo she would have listened.

The Japanese girl struggled again with the net but only called attention to the fact she was awake. Though the net looked crude it was actually made from a super strong alloy and could hold almost anyone on Earth.

The gladiator Retiarius dropped her at Caligula’s feet. "Ave Caesar!" he shouted.

"Ah, my princess awakens! Truly you are a bride fit for Jupiter himself!"

"Baka yaro, screw you!" she replied.

"Such spirit, such fire, you should be honored my dear. Bring forth the Laurels!" Caligula commanded.

The Laurels were an invention of Caligula’s from back when he was Calvin Guila the award-winning scientist, before started believing he was the reincarnation of Rome’s most infamous emperor. They were a two-part metal headdress with a simple electric circuit that broadcast a precise frequency that stimulated the pleasure regions of the brain. A few minutes were ecstasy, and few hours could make you a hopeless addict.

Caligula had been wearing his set of Laurels for the last five years.

Anything he did triggered pure pleasure in his body, and pleasurable things… they were absolutely beyond belief. He used his skills in electronics and science to pursue his insane dream of a new Roman Empire, stealing historical treasures and throwing massive orgies for his followers. He was the ultimate hedonist and with his loyal Gladiators (each addicted to the Laurels but only allowed to enjoy them after a victory) he was a definite threat.

But RS knew Shamrock should arrive any minute from her date and take care of these lunatics. Shamrock might seem meek but once she got her Irish temper up she was a hellion. Yup, Rising Sun almost smiled when she thought of the beating Caligula would get soon. Any minute now in fact.

***

"Please" Shamrock asked, looking up at Antonio with tears in her big green eyes, "please let me… kiss it."

The slap knocked her over sprawling her on her side. She curled up her long legs into a fetal position shuddering and sobbing "I’m sorry, I’m sorry". She was still wearing her high boots, mask and gloves at that point. Antonio said there as no point in making love to (he’d actually said fucking) a superheroine (the word he’d actually used was super slut) if she wasn’t in costume. Or part of it. Shamrock understood, and it makes him happy so how could she object? She wished he hadn’t tied her hands behind her back though, it was really uncomfortable made it hard to get up when he hit her. But he’d promised to show her how to use her hands later so it was OK. She didn’t like the hitting but she knew she deserved it, she was a bad girl sometimes and Antonio had to teach her a lesson. He didn’t like it either but she was just too proud and too stubborn to deserve his love and he had to teach her her place.

"Again. And ask it correctly this time."

She slowly climbed back to her knees and faced, it, again. She could not look at him but gulping she managed to say it right "please, let me suck your cock".

"Master."

"m-master"

"Is that what you want to do Shamrock?"

"yes"

"I can’t hear you! I don’t think you really mean it." He raised his hand again.

Shannon cringed, she took a deep breath and thought about how much she loved him and how she had to learn to be a good girlfriend and blurted out "Please, please let me suck your cock, I want to, I really do, I, I want to suck it all night to have it in my mouth and lick it and kiss it and you can cum in my mouth, I mean I want you to cum in my mouth and I’ll drink it down, please, please, please master…"

He smiled at her (it made her so happy) "Well my dear, in that case, you may". The look of relief on her face as she pounced on his cock made the wait worthwhile. Antonio wished he had a camera.

***

Billy Hatch stared in frustration at the fogged up windows in the penthouse. Even on 100x zoom he couldn’t see anything. Damnit, why hadn’t he put up inferred cameras? He couldn’t see shit. Were they doing it? Were they still there? He e-mailed his staff to install inferred cameras around the Plaza.

***

At a gesture from Caligula, Retiarius threw Rising Sun over his shoulder and the group began marching deeper into the museum. Some of the lesser gladiators, the Venatores took out drums and began beating them. One of them even had a banner pole with Caligula’s symbol on it. Caligula marched in the center waving to non-existent subjects and the gladiator Secutor followed behind with a Laurel headpiece on a silk pillow.

Idiots. Kisume has assumed they would leave taking her with them but by staying in the museum they just ensured she’d be rescued. Even if Shamrock doesn’t come back soon, Rising Sun thought, she was supposed to call in every hour. Once Tigress realized she’d missed a call in the cavalry would on their way. She almost laughed, these morons were marching straight to jail.

***

Back at the monitor room in the Gaia Building’s sub-basement Tigress logged in Rising Sun’s ‘All Clear’ signal. What the hell, she decided and just logged in everyone for the night. Aussie Girl and Valkyrie, no progress, continuing investigation. Rising Sun and Shamrock, all clear, all clear, all clear and all clear. Everyone else off duty. Done. If any of them really did call in she’d hear the communicator buzzing and could check it out. So why waste the night sitting here? With that she got out of her chair headed into the hallway. There he is.

"Hello, you are Frank the new night janitor." It wasn’t a question.

Frank, like most of gardeners, janitors and other menial staff at the GP’s headquarters was a teen delinquent hired out of reform school as part of the Global Protector’s Second Chance Program. A program Tigress has personally initiated.

"Um, yeah, my name’s Frank, you must be um Tigress. I started last week when you were, um, in Africa or whatever." He tried to take his eyes off her breasts with their sharply protruding nipples. Oh boy, oh boy he thought, it’s just like the guys said…

"You seem strong."

"Well I work out a lot and I was on the football team at the reform school so yeah I guess I’m pretty strong."

"We shall see." She said leading him towards one of the guest rooms.

***

DiSeduttore pinned Shamrock to the ceiling pulling her tight ass cheeks apart. She was not surprised to learn her new boyfriend could fly too. I mean he’s so wonderful, of course he can fly. And he was strong too, maybe stronger than she was. He was so wonderful her strong, flying boyfriend, so gentle and tender, she loved him so much.

"That’s it slut, just relax those muscles and it won’t hurt at all" he thrust again into her ass penetrating a bit farther this time.

"Ah! Ah! It hurts!" she cried her body bucking leaving small imprints in the marble ceiling.

"That’s because you’re too damn stupid you cow. You’re not listening. Now get ready, here I come" he pushed even harder making a ½ inch indent in the ceiling this time but managing to push his entire 12" cock into her tight ass this time. Shamrock bit her lip to stop herself from screaming.

"Feels good bitch, feels good don’t it, you like this"

The pain was apparent on her face and from the tears falling on the bed below them but Shamrock answered as best she could "g-good, f-feels good"

"That’s right my super slut, you love being fucked in the ass, it feels good."

"i-i love it when m-my master makes lo-" he slammed her head against the ceiling "fucks me i-in the a-ass".

Antonio pumped in and out again smiling as she began to hyperventilate, no longer able to shut out the pain and humiliation.

Yes, this one, this one was definitely a keeper. Even better, she came with seven more superheroines to take and to tame.

***

With each step Rising Sun was shocked again, the electricity from the net passing right through her psychokinetic shield. ‘I guess since the net is already touching my field can’t protect me. Another bug in the system, sometimes I feel like we have the MS Windows of superpowers.’ If it wasn’t for her superhuman endurance she probably would have been knocked out again, as it was the shocks weakened her severely.

They marched into one of the rooms specially prepared for the Roman exhibition, a model of the coliseum complete with a reproduction of the emperor’s viewing box. The ‘arena’ was only about 30’ on each side but a painted backdrop made it seem much larger. Statues of Roman gods stood at each corner and there was even a rack of realistic-looking weapons on the wall. Without ceremony Retiarius dumped the Oriental heroine in the center of the arena like a sack of potatoes provoking another harsh shock throughout her body.

‘This is insane’, RS thought, ‘they call themselves the Gladiator Gang but they’re not really going to try and fight me? Even weakened I’m more than a match for them with my strength and my karate skills. I might just wrap this case up before the other girls get here. And they will. Any minute now…’

Sure enough Caligula and most of the gladiators climbed into the viewing box leaving only the senior gladiators Retiarius and Secutor in the arena. Retiarius carried a trident and the net that held Rising Sun while Secutor had a sword and shield. And the Laurels of course. Retiarius reached down with his armored gauntlet and pulled off the net but before the heroine could climb to her feet Secutor had locked the Laurels on her head. She tried to pull them off but the steel bands securing the gold colored headpiece were too strong for her in her weakened state.

With a flourish, Caligula activated his remote.

***

Shamrock was puzzled. Why had Antonio put her costume back on her body? Was it time to leave? No. How could she leave chained to the ceiling and floor? She blew him a kiss. He was so smart, he knew so many ways to make love, this must be something new.

Antonio walked slowly around her admiring the way the costume hugged her every curve, the way the bold colors made her seem almost regal despite the flimsiness of the costume. In his day he had taken princesses, queens and whores. He had seen women in every state of dress and undress in the last millennium and he had to admit something about a proud heroine in her costume stirred his blood in a new way. This would be sweet he thought smacking her on her sore ass. She squirmed and let out a gasp.

He turned to her, looking at her eyes filled with confusion but also showing trust. And love. Yes this would be sweet.

He walked around for several minutes, slapping her when she tried to speak, making her wonder what was going on, what she should do to please him. He walked faster, his face growing grimmer and angrier with each pass until finally he yelled in her cringing face,

"Foul temptress! Hiding yourself from your master? Take off your clothes now you slut!"

She pulled on the chains but couldn’t move her arms. She began to cry pitifully, sincerely wanting to strip for him. "i’m sorry master, i can’t"

"You refuse an order?"

"please master, please let shamrock tear off her clothes and show her beauty! please!"

"I supposed I must do everything for you."

He took out the whip.

She started to scream.

***

Rising Sun’s world exploded in color and sensation. She could feel everything, the firm grip of her leotard around her breasts and mound aroused her, the air swirling around her felt like a caress, just moving sent shockwaves of sensation through her supercharged body. But she was a heroine and had been in strange situations before, she took a deep breath (such a wonderful feeling, she almost lost focus just from that) and slowly rose to her feet.

"You are lucky my little Gladiatrix, my men would kill to feel what you are feeling. In fact they have before. And may do it again tonight. Now then do you feel ready?"

Rising Sun steadied herself for a few seconds, moving her arms and legs through some simple kata to center her mind. Finally she nodded. She could do this. Caligula smiled and nodded to Secutor who stood ten feet away looking at the oriental girl with undisguised envy. Rising Sun adopted a fighting stance ready for him but he shocked her by dropping to one knee, saluting Caligula and shouting "Ave, Caesar, morintri te salutant!" Unsure what to do the Japanese girl bowed towards the Gladiator, a gesture that almost made her lose her balance.

And then they started.

***

Antonio and Shamrock flew out over the city in each other’s arms, kissing, caressing, fucking, luxuriating in the freedom only a super being in flight can enjoy. He kissed her welts and bruises, marveling at how they were already healing. The last few scraps of the costume on her body peeled away falling onto the city below.

***

Billy cursed as they left, they were going too fast, the camera had only caught a blur. He called up a display of all his cameras in the city. They could run, he thought, but they can’t hide.

***

They flew over the clouds and dived back down. He took her from behind on top of the World Peace Building, where Shamrock clutched the Goddess of Peace statue hard enough to leave fingerprints in the bronze. They hovered for ten minutes over Centennial Park as she eagerly sucked his cock. Members of the Wulf Pak street gang looked on cheering enthusiastically. They’d tell stories about that night for years to come. Mayor Greenwood was woken from a deep sleep by orgasmic screams coming from his garden. But by the time his guards arrived there was no one there. They flew into a sewer main, there he fucked her face down in the raw sewage. The best part was afterward when he made her thank him for the experience and beg to do it again. So he did. He made her gyrate on the flagpole atop the Metro Art Museum clapping his hands to keep rhythm while instructing the prim heroine on the niceties of erotic dance.

Good. She was learning, learning everything she needed for her new life.

Meanwhile, several floors below…

***

Caligula enjoyed the show. Of course that was nothing new, he enjoyed almost everything these days. But this was special. Watching the poor girl try to repress her own pleasures while fighting Secutor. And not doing that bad a job either. Must be a Japanese thing, he had heard they were some of the most repressed people in the world. Technically he’d broken one of his own little rules by letting the girl enjoy the Laurels before a victory, but what was the point of being Caesar if you could not break the rules? And this show was well worth it. Loyal Retiarius was filming it on his camera grinning the whole time. The Venatores were enjoying it too yelling ‘cut the bitch, fuck her up’. It sounded like music to Caligula’s ears.

At first Rising Sun was able to dodge his sword but her own strikes just bounced off Secutor’s reinforced shield. She finally managed to land a blow to his head that was unfortunately absorbed by his armored helmet. But Secutor was a skilled fighter too, armed, unencumbered by the dehabilitating effect of the Laurels and most importantly desperate to win.

He thrust his sword at her again and again. Once or twice it connected but each time it was stopped by her field. Rising Sun felt weak, too weak to fly or use her super strength, she even had to concentrate to keep the field up. Hell, she had to concentrate to stay on her feet and not roll around lost in sensation. But she could do it, she was a Global Protector not some amateur.

He slashed again and Rising Sun barely blocked the flat of the blade with her arm. But that was just a distraction as he slammed her in the face with his heavy iron shield. The slim Asian reeled, not from pain but from its opposite, it had felt wonderful, like a massage across her whole body. She lost her focus and found herself wanting more, a stupid vacant grin covered her face. Smiling ear to ear the gladiator slashed again, carefully cutting her left shoulder strap, drawing a thin line of blood and exposing her breast. Her hands strayed up to the tight breast enjoying the feeling of holding it. It was so good.

***

They flew back to the Plaza, almost spent. Antonio landed gracefully on the terrace while his plaything collapsed in a heap. Gently he lifted her head and wiped away a bit of drool. "Perhaps my dear it is time you headed home." Her arms embraced him and she slowly shook her head. "please"

"Well my dear if you insist…" he carried her back into the room.

***

Secutor stood in front of Rising Sun, his shield lowered as if daring her to strike. Rising Sun tried to kick him but could barely keep her balance. She stumbled a few steps and barely stopped herself from falling over. She was panting, and not from exertion. Her opponent walked around her, taunting her with his vulnerability. Even weakened she would have had time to knock him out, all she had to do was catch her breath, focus her eyes and throw a punch.

"You think I’m some kind of scumbag don’t you? Flying around in your underwear with your dyke girlfriends. I know your kind though, I was FBI, I was one of the morons who followed orders and did what he was told for a lousy salary and a crummy pension. Till the Emperor showed me what a real reward is. You feel it now bitch?"

Kisume tried to turn and strike at him but the words were so beautiful.

"Bet you want some more huh? The whole nine yards?"

The heroine stumbled again trying to hit him but then paused to enjoy the feeling of air on her breast. She found herself nodding slowly.

Standing behind her he slashed again neatly cutting the seat of her costume leaving another trail of blood above her tight round ass. Unable to shut out the pleasure from the sensation Rising Sun fell to her knees. The bottom of her costume fell open exposing her gaping pussy to the cold air and provoking another shudder from the heroine. Behind her she heard a crackle as Secutor activated the electric field on his gladius.

"Do you want it? Huh?"

Rising Sun could only gasp a few times. He took that as a yes.

Swung in a low arc the electrified blade caught her right between the legs provoking a cry of complete ecstasy. Defeated, oblivious, Rising Sun fell forward and began rolling around in pleasure clutching at her breasts and moaning softly.

Secutor saluted his emperor and waited for the decision. Caligula made a good show of carefully considering the options holding his fist lengthwise over the gallery. His Venatores crying "Finish her! Finish her!"

Finally, just as the oriental was beginning to regain some self-control Caligula turned his hand and extended his thumb. Thumbs down.

Secutor cried out in joy, tore off his helmet and dropped his armored leggings. He was on her in seconds, tearing clothes, crushing her breasts and thrusting in and out of her wet, tight snatch. Her joyful moans and eager thrusts made the sex even better, almost as good as the Laurels.

Caligula enjoyed the end of this battle. He knew that traditionally this was not how gladiatorial games ended but what was the point of being Caesar if you could not break the rules?

After a few minutes Secutor was spent. Retiarius handed him the camera and took over. As he began to climax the Venatores looked at their lord eagerly. With a magnanimous smile he gestured for them to join the fun. The six of them wasted no time leaping on her. Lost, the once-proud heroine let out an excited squeal.

"Perhaps we should rename her Rising Cum?" the villain cried out laughing at his own joke. The gladiators joined in.

***

Dawn found Antonio DiSeduttore sitting up in bed utterly content. Shannon O’Sullivan lay between his legs, her ass impaled on his long cock while he slowly thrust last night’s wine bottle into her still-tight cunt. She squirmed deliciously reaching up to kiss him.

He had to marvel at how tight she was, everything was still virgin tight. It must be another side effect of the treatment. Even the bruises from earlier has almost completely healed. She was like his dream girl.

With his free hand he lit a cigar. This was the life. He should have come to America a long time ago. But man does not live by pussy alone he noted. In spite of the evening’s festivities (or perhaps because of them), he was hungry.

"Room service, this is the penthouse, please send up two of your Irish breakfasts. Yes on plastic settings as usual. Thank you."

Happy, he jammed the bottle deeper into her, Shamrock cried out in joy.

***

Caligula enjoyed the blowjob. Well of course. Who didn’t enjoy blowjobs? But this one was special. The emperor fucked Rising Sun’s eager mouth as a Venatore fucked her cunt with the butt of his spear. And she loved it. She rode that spear, thrusting back against it like a bitch in heat. He would have to remember to send her a video. Sometimes Caligula had to admit, that extra touch of humiliation made things even better than just the physical sex. But all good things…

"Ave Caesar!" Retiarius cried. We have secured the treasures and loaded the truck my Emperor. The sun is rising, the morning workers will arrive shortly."

"Ah so good, such a hard worker, you left the statue like I asked you to?"

"Of course emperor."

"Such a shame we must leave you" he said patting the oriental girl on the cheek "but I think we’ll find something to keep you entertained."

"Come my Gladiators, you have Laurels to enjoy!"

***

The bell rang. Antonio tossed Shamrock off of him onto the floor. The bottle flying out with an audible pop. Wrapping a stained sheet around himself, DiSeduttore walked into the foyer.

Left alone for the first time that night, without a hand on her brea- tits or a peni- cock in her pus- cunt Shamrock felt unfulfilled. Absently she began pawing her own breasts and fingering herself.

From outside she heard Antonio "I am so sorry, but I do not have any money for your tip. Wait, perhaps there is something in the bedroom."

He was coming! Shamrock’s fingers danced faster in anticipation.

Antonio and the bellhop entered. The Mexican bellboy’s jaw dropped as he was greeted with the sight of a gorgeous naked girl masturbating right in front of him.

But Antonio’s face twisted in anger. "You slut! You cunt! You whore! How dare you! Am I not man enough for you? Are you insulting me now?"

Crying again she stammered an excuse, didn’t he understand how hard it was to be without him?

"Since you are such a slut, why don’t you just blow him?" he pointed to the bellhop still transfixed by the scene before him.

Shamrock tried to say something but her boyfriend (who she loved so much) just pointed again and stamped his foot. Ashamed she crawled to the Mexican and opened his blue pants…

The smallish cock popped out almost automatically. She locked her lips around it and began to lick. It was OK, she deserved this.

Antonio slapped the stunned bellhop on the shoulder and asked him "I assume this will cover the tip?" The young immigrant could only nod.

***

The curator of the Metro Art Museum unlocked the front door and entered the foyer. She liked to come in early and see her museum before the tourists and sightseers arrived when everything was quiet and still. But this morning she heard something from the grand rotunda, some sort of moans. Hurrying in she noted first that the rare nude statue of Apollo (with a detailed and very erect member) was out of place. It was supposed to be with the rest of the new Roman exhibit. And it was facing the wrong way too; with its back to the entrance. Couldn’t that night shift get anything right?

It was only after she circled around the statue that she saw the naked Japanese woman tied to the naked deity furiously humping his marble dick.