The
Global Protectors – True Romance
By Marcus Lycus
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May
2005
Part 3 – Rising Sun Meets Hero Boy One!
Meanwhile in exotic Japan…
“Look out Rising Sun!”
“Nani?”
The steel beam hit her on the side of the head and she went flying into the rubble. The Japanese heroine stumbled up her knees and shook her head. This was getting out of hand!
A 60’ tall mutant monster known only as Octoclasm the Destroyer was attacking the port city of Yokohama and Rising Sun had been called out of a meeting with Big Nippon Anime to help deal with it. Luckily Japan’s most popular monster fighters the Kaiju Rangers were stuck at Wondercon. Lately Rising Sun’s cartoon had been slipping in the ratings and saving a city was just what she needed to spur new interest.
Assuming she lived to do it.
The octopus-headed monster tossed another pile of steel girders as the stricken Protector. Rising Sun tried to get in the air but couldn’t even stand. She just knelt there watching the tons of steel falling towards her. Would her psychokinetic field even protect her? Rising Sun felt panic rising in her gut. This could be the end!
Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a blur and felt something grab her and pull her out of the way. A second later the tons of steel flattened the spot where she had been but Rising Sun was safe atop a nearby building. She could feel someone next to her and a hand on her hip. Holding a bit tighter than she would have preferred. She blinked a few times and finally got a good look at her rescuer.
He was about 5’ tall, two inches shorter than Rising Sun, good looking with the spiky dyed brown hair that was popular these days with Japanese boys, he looked about 16. He wore a red and white high tech jump suit and a black leather jacket covered in corporate logos. She recognized him immediately. Hero Boy One, the genetically engineered, cybernetically enhanced, corporate-sponsored hero whose anime was soundly beating Rising Sun & Her Amazing Fliends in the ratings. She’d been cursing him the last few weeks but after that save all was forgiven!
“Arigato Hero Boy-san.”
“Hey no problem babe, always glad to uh, see you.” Rising Sun noticed he was trying to look down her leotard, Rising Sun took a step away.
“Uh, yes, now let’s go save Yokohama!”
“Yeah, OK.”
After a quick conference they had a plan. Rising Sun grabbed an oil tank from the nearby freight yard and dropped it on Octoclasm dousing him in the flammable fluids. A quick blast of Hero Boy One’s laser vision set it on fire. The mutant creature howled and recoiled. Another two tanks of oil persuaded it to return to the sea but not before it blasted the hero and heroine with its flaming ink. Rising Sun and Hero Boy One landed in a heap on a warehouse roof barely conscious.
***
Rising Sun’s eyes fluttered open and she saw Hero Boy One’s angelic face hovering over her.
“Ohayo gozaimas, good morning beautiful.” the boy chirped.
“Um, hi” she muttered and tried to sit up but found his hand was pinning her. He leaned down and kissed the heroine full on the lips. Rising Sun flinched but let him get away with it. He’d just saved her life and well, he was cute. No harm in letting him get away with a caste kiss. But when he leaned in for another she turned away and offered only her cheek. “I think you should let me up now” she said firmly.
His only response was to start licking her neck.
“Yuk! Hero Boy One get off me now!”
He was on top of her now pressing his crotch into hers. “Come on! I know you like this, I know it!” His voice started to crack.
“Get… OFF!” Rising Sun pushed up with but HB1’s enhanced strength was more than enough to hold her down. His smile turned into a snarl and he grabbed her arms pulling them over her head. Quick blasts of his laser vision welded her ceramic communicator bracelets to the warehouse’s steel roof trapping the weakened heroine.
“This is gonna be so great” he applied his mouth to the tops of her breasts. He peeled down her white and red costume and sucked on her nipples. Despite herself Rising Sun could feel them getting hard. “See I knew you wanted me! I knew it! Just playing hard to get right? That’s all!” He started pulling down his pants.
“N-no! S-stop!” He had his hands on the top of her costume, he gave it a pull and it tore down the center exposing the pale flesh of her pert breasts and slightly concave stomach. Down at the bottom the tear a few dark pubic hairs showed against her white skin. Hero Boy One started drooling.
“You’re pretty! So pretty! So beautiful.” He leaned in to suck on her pink nipples.
“F-FUCK YOU!”
Hero Boy One looked genuinely shocked at that insult. He thought for a second and reached for Rising Sun’s torn costume, he pulled out the foam rubber hemispheres that padded her breasts. Stupid American ideas of beauty!
The Japanese heroine struggled again, trying to get free from the communicator bracelets that were welded to the roof but knowing it was futile. They were impossible to remove unless you typed in the right combination. She’d designed them that way.
“I know what you’re doing” Hero Boy One whispered to her. “I get it! I read all about girls and stuff. You have to pretend you don’t like it even though you do.” He tweaked her hard nipples and grinned.
“NO! You ass-mmmph!” He shoved the foam rubber into her mouth gagging the heroine.
“See? Now you can just lie back and enjoy it! It’ll be great! I’ve had, like a lot of sex! I’m really good!”
“Mmmph!”
Taking that as a yes the horny teen hero applied his lips and tongue to the struggling Asian’s breasts and nipples. His left hand slipped between her legs and started to massage her dry and sealed pussy. After a few minutes he was rewarded when it grew moist and warm. He started to unzip his pants.
His internal comlink went off.
***
Control> Hero Boy One, where are
you? The reporters are
waiting!
HB1> I’m a little busy, can
I come down in a half hour?
An electric shock hit him, he convulsed for a second.
Control>
No. And bring Rising Sun with
you, the reporters want to see her too.
HB1> Uh, there may be a
problem.
Control> Fix it.
Another shock ran through the young hero. He nodded furiously.
Beneath him, Rising Sun wondered what the hell was going on.
***
Dozens of flashes went off as Hero Boy One landed with Rising Sun in his arms. The Japanese heroine was naked save for HB1’s logo-covered leather jacket. They landed in front of the assembled reporters and HB1 gently put Rising Sun on her feet.
“Hello everyone, sorry for making you wait but as you can see it was a pretty tough fight.”
The reporters started to yell their questions, there were dozens of them but HB1 and Rising Sun heard one question again and again. Hero Boy One answered it.
“Yes, um, Rising Sun’s costume, it was damaged in the fight by Octoclasm’s corrosive ink. Right Rising Sun?”
Rising Sun hesitated. She desperately wanted to say the truth but… Here she was in front of dozens of reporters, naked in the arms of Japan’s most popular teen hero. Who would believe her?
She’d been a celebrity heroine for a long time. She knew what was expected.
“T-that’s right... But Hero Boy One saved me! Thank you Hero Boy One!” She kissed him on the cheek. Cameras flashed all around them.
More questions were shouted. Were they friends? Were they dating? Did they just have sex? Hero Boy One dismissed them with a gesture.
“I’m very sorry but we’re really tired after that fight. I think my agent will have a statement for you later!” With that he put his arm on Rising Sun’s hip and they both rose into the air.
***
They landed on the balcony of her hotel room. HB1 gently put her down and leaned in for a goodbye kiss.
Rising Sun slapped him.
Hard.
“W-why…”
“You goddamn pervert, if you ever come near me again I will beat the shit out of you.”
“But…”
“GET OUT!” she shrieked. She grabbed a planter from the balcony and hurled it at him. It shattered on his head. She reached for another one.
“OK! OK! See you lat-“
“GOODBYE!” She threw the other at this back.
Striding into the hotel room she threw the jacket on the floor and stomped on it a few times. Then she headed for the bath. Tomorrow she would talk to her agency and to her lawyers about suing that bastard but right now she needed to feel clean.
***
The next morning Rising Sun lay exhausted in her bed. The fight alone would have left her tired but what happened after, that just made her miserable. There had been times before when she had been forced to (as Maple Leaf put it) ‘deemphasize’ certain aspects of a superheroine case. Like the time the Quick Fox and the Lazy Dog had ambushed her at the hot springs resort. Sometime she had outright lied to the press about what happened, like when she explained that she had ‘tired out’ Bruticus. And sometimes she helped make sure the press never found out about what happened, like when she was tricked into being on that ‘Slashers’ show.
She knew why she had to do it but hated every minute of it. Hero Boy One was the most popular teen hero in Japan right now and Rising Sun (she had to face facts) was on her way out. The ratings for her cartoon were down, toy sales were down and her last J-pop album had sunk without a trace. That’s what being a celebrity in Japan meant. You had a few years to make your mark and then the fashion-conscious kids of Japan would move on to the next big thing. Rising Sun was 29, a dinosaur by the standards of Japanese celebrities. At her age most pop singers were retired, married and raising the next generation of J-pop stars.
So now what? Being a heroine wasn’t as much fun as it used to be. These days it seemed the Global Protectors were always fighting about money or fame, Shamrock was always nervous around her, and their superhero battles were either ridiculously short and easy or agonizingly long and humiliating. If her cartoon was cancelled and she lost her celebrity status was there really any reason for Kisume Hiro to continue as Rising Sun? Her mom would be much happier to see her home raising a family, but what did Kisume want?
She didn’t know. She really didn’t know. It hadn’t been her idea to become a heroine, she’d been shot by gangsters and when she woke up she was told she’d been given superpowers to save her life and was now a superheroine. So she went along with it. When the team needed money she’d gone to Japan and signed a contract with the Grand Sponsor Agency to become a celebrity heroine with her own cartoon and everything. They told her what to wear, where to go, what to say, who to fight and she’d gone along with that.
Despite the cost.
Then when the team needed more money Maple Leaf told her to put on a skimpy dress speak in a high voice and flatter rich Asian donors all night. So she’d gone along with that.
Then there was that night with Jake Hammer. She couldn’t believe she’d asked for that abuse. Why? She remembered what she said but not what she was thinking. Why did she ask to be abused? Why did she keep calling him by villains’ names? Villains hadn’t ever done anything like that to her? Had they? There were so many cases where she couldn’t remember the details due to mind control or drugs. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had significant gaps in her memory. As if she was suppressing the memories! Or as if someone else was suppressing them…
A sudden headache hit her and nausea. She lost her train of thought. She shook her head to clear it. What had she been thinking about? Oh right… Hero Boy 1.
And now… and now the most popular hero in Japan had stripped her, tied her down and tried to rape her. And she’d gone along with that too.
Where would it end?
There was a knock on the door.
Rising Sun put a robe over her silk pajamas and walked to the door. Probably just room service with her usual breakfast of rice and broiled fish. Rubbing sleep from her eyes she opened the door without thinking and muttered ‘just put it on the-“
Flash bulbs blinded her, she could hear reporters shouting questions, someone pushed past her into the room, she could hear him saying “Excuse me, excuse me, I want to be alone with Rising Sun right now, please talk to my agent later.”
The door closed.
Rising Sun’s eyes cleared and there was Hero Boy One in his red and white spandex suit smiling at her.
She slapped him.
Hard.
He bowed and muttered “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just wanted to pick up my jacket. It’s very expensive and I don’t have a spare. I’m sorry.”
Rising Sun just frowned at him and pointed to the jacket on the floor. Hero Boy One sheepishly walked over to it. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know the reporters would be there, I tried to tell them to go away.”
Rising Sun pointed to the balcony door. He slowly walked towards it.
“About yesterday…”
She opened the door and pointed to the sky.
“I’m sorry…”
He walked out and took off into the Tokyo sky.
Rising Sun stood on the balcony in her pajamas and watched him leave. Angry tears fell from her eyes.
Across the street paparazzi with a telephoto lens caught every minute of it.
***
A few hours later websites in Japan ran the story of Hero Boy One’s morning visit and Rising Sun crying when he left. Speculation of all kind followed.
***
Mr. Takemura hissed. “That would be very difficult Rising Sun-san.”
“What? He attacked me, he tried to rape me and now he’s telling the press we’re dating! Sue him! This is a major embarrassment to me and to the Grand Sponsor Agency!”
“You see it is very complicated.”
“What’s so complicated?”
“Hero Boy One is also a client of the Grand Sponsor Agency.”
“Oh…”
Takemura stood up and walked behind the Japanese heroine. He poured himself some whiskey from the wet bar and some white wine for the girl.
“In fact I have been speaking to Nambu-sama, the company president. He has said the two of you would make a good couple.”
“N-no…”
“You would not have to ‘do’ anything with him of course. Just appear in public together; maybe go to some restaurants or a Tokyo Giants game. It would be very good for your career.”
“But…”
“The experience yesterday must have been very unpleasant. That is why I sent him over this morning to apologize. He did apologize didn’t he?”
“Yes but…”
“So the matter is settled. Hero Boy One is a young man and after a battle his passions were no doubt running a bit hot. I’m sure we can overlook a youthful indiscretion. After all no harm was done and I will make sure he pays the Global Protectors for a new costume and communicator bracelets. Will that suffice?”
“I…”
“Good.” He clinked her glass in a toast and drank. After a moment Rising Sun followed suit.
“I will have my secretary set up dinner for you two tomorrow. Oh yes, please see Maiyumi on my way out, she has a report for you.”
Rising Sun stumbled out of the office with tears in her eyes. No! She was not going to go along with this. Not this!
She hurried right past the secretary without stopping but heard her name being called “Rising Sun-san! I have a report for you!”
Maiyumi was a short slim girl wearing the Grand Sponsor Agency’s ‘office lady’ uniform. Her hair was fashionably dyed blond and the secretary looked like she was just out of junior college. She was just the sort of girl who was a Rising Sun fan. Who used to be a Rising Sun fan.
Rising Sun took the report and muttered a thank you but the office lady did not leave. “Excuse me Rising Sun-san but maybe you could give me your autograph?”
Rising Sun had met Maiyumi a dozen times before and the secretary had never asked for an autograph. Rising Sun nodded in agreement and signed the girl’s notebook; she even drew a little super-deformed cartoon of herself on the bottom. The secretary giggled and blushed and whispered “so… what’s Hero Boy One like?”
Rising Sun frowned and muttered “he’s OK…” Maiyumi headed back to the other secretaries giggling about a ‘lover’s quarrel’. Rising Sun stomped to the elevator and pushed the button for the roof. On the way up she flipped through the report. She expected the usual bad news about ratings, popularity and sales but… instead there was a report on the spike in interest over the last 24 hours. More hits on the website, more downloads of her j-pop songs and more stores ordering her merchandise. In just 24 hours.
By the time the elevator reached the roof Rising Sun had decided. Fine. Dinner. One dinner. But that was all. No more. She took to the air.
Five minutes later Hero Boy One landed and took the elevator to Mr. Takeyama’s office. The secretaries all squealed and asked for pictures and autographs.
***
Hero Boy One headed back to his penthouse in Shinjuku. He’d fucked up, he knew it. But Rising Sun had looked so pretty in the roof, all helpless and vulnerable. He just lost control. But from now on he’d be on the ball, they’d go to dinner and she’d fall in love with him and everything would be great.
But first he really needed some relief.
He took out his cell phone and made a call.
The girls arrived an hour later. Yumiko was the president of the Hero Boy One fan club in her high school, Ayumi the vice president. Yoko was a 16 year old freshman girl who had just joined. They were all in their school uniforms, plaid pleated skirts, thin white shirts with school ties and navy blue blazers. And loose white socks of course.
He greeted them warmly. Yumiko and Ayumi played it cool, hanging back and smiling slyly but Yoko was practically peeing herself. She couldn’t stop blushing, bowing and giggling. They chatted for a bit (Yoko just giggled) and HB1 poured them all cokes, spiking Yoko’s liberally with whiskey. The happy girl didn’t notice and chalked up her increasing feelings of dizziness and detachment to excitement at finally meeting her hero.
He had them sit down; Yoko was flattered when HB1 sat on the love seat next to her. She giggled some more.
“Hero Boy-sama I have all your posters and your DVD and your CDs and… and… I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”
“Really? My biggest fan? You know I have many, many fans, are you really the biggest?”
“YES! YES! Oh Hero Boy I love you so much!” she clasped her hands together over her heart and nodded vigorously, her ponytail whipping up and down. She leaned forward, closed her eyes and puckered her lips expectantly. Hero Boy leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. She giggled and opened her eyes.
Hero Boy nodded to her two schoolmates, they got up from across the room and started walking over.
“Well in that case I want to give you something, since you are my biggest fan.”
“Really?! Like an autograph or…”
Yumiko and Ayumi were behind her then; each took an arm and started gently pulling off her blue blazer. Hero Boy reached forward and started pulling off her school tie.
“Oh this is something you’ll remember and treasure for a long, long time.”
“But…”
Yumiko leaned in and whispered in her right ear “Don’t worry Yoko. You wanted to be part of the Hero Boy fan club, and this is how we all joined.” Ayumi reached over and started unbuttoning Yoko’s blouse. Yoko started to shake and tried to brush the two upperclassmen off but Yumiko grabbed her hands and stopped her. Ayumi finished unbuttoning the blouse, exposing Yoko’s firm maidenly breasts concealed only by a white lacey bra.
HB1 leaned in started kissing the squirming girl’s face, neck and shoulders. Yumiko and Ayumi whispered comforting words but she continued to struggle. Finally HB1 sat up and said “Never mind. She’s not interested. Yumiko, Ayumi take her home. Obviously she’s not a real fan.”
The stood up and turned his back. Yumiko and Ayumi sighed and started to pick up the girl’s clothes.
“W-wait!” Yoko yelled. “I…”
Hero Boy turned around and kissed her deeply. She hesitated and then returned the kiss moving closer to him. Yoko barely noticed as her schoolmates removed her bra or reached under her skirt to pull down her white cotton panties. She felt Hero Boy squeeze her bare buttocks and gasped. He moved his hands lower and swept the girl off her feet carrying her towards the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him.
Soon the sounds of deflowering filled the living room.
“Lucky girl.”
“He’ll be with her for hours. I don’t suppose we could-”
“You know he wants the first time to be special. Next time we can join in.”
“So now what?”
“Nothing good on TV. Want to have hot lesbian schoolgirl sex?”
“OK.”
***
After they left Hero Boy One walked out to his balcony. Below he could see the three girls giggling as they got into a cab. He waved.
His enhanced ears picked up Yoko asking the two girls about her panties, Ayumi explained that HB1 was going to add them to his collection and she should be honored. HB1 smiled and pulled the panties out of his pocket. He sniffed them. For a virgin Yoko had been pretty good, once he got her warmed up. He would have to look her up again… Next time he was in the mood for a school girl.
Then he sat down in his chair and started brooding. School girls were OK. He had a dozen ‘special fan clubs’ like this in schools across Japan, to say nothing of the standing offers he had from various volleyball teams, gymnasts and desperate housewives. But that wasn’t what he wanted anymore. He knew what he wanted. He wanted… her.
He walked over to his computer and plugged a cable into the back of his neck. He started checking out relationship and dating sites. Surely there was something there that would help him land Rising Sun.
Oddly enough he found something right in his email. Some woman in America who claimed to be an expert on Rising Sun and offered some intriguing insights into the heroine’s personality.
***
Back in the USA Valkyrie was surprised to find Shamrock coming out of her treatment room. The Irish girl blushed, muttered something and ran off in the other direction.
Val shook her head; Shamrock’s behavior was becoming more flaky all the time. She would have to ‘treat’ the Irish girl if this kept up. She entered her lab and got her second surprise, Doctor Hammer was waiting there. And he seemed to be subtly searching the place.
“Ah Valkyrie I was just looking for you! I had some further questions about the Boyd process and I couldn’t seem to find any information about them on your computer systems.”
“Well of course not. Although I have complete faith in Rising Sun’s security measures” Val lied smoothly “we do not dare risk that information getting out. Imagine what it could in the wrong hands! A villain could make whole armies of superpowered females. The only information about the specifics of the process are in Dr. Boyd’s laptop where they are heavily encrypted and protected.”
“I see…”
***
Dinner was OK. Rising Sun was grateful she didn’t have to talk to the creep much since they were interrupted regularly by reporters or fans asking them for autographs. She did notice that Hero Boy One was surprisingly polite and even funny. Probably just trying to hide what a creep he really is. She was glad it was just this once.
The next day the ratings for her cartoon were up and their relationship was featured on half the nightly news shows. Rising Sun swallowed her pride and agreed to be seen with him at a Tokyo Giants game.
Two days after that they went to a concert together. He tried to hold her hand in the darkness but she rebuffed him.
After two weeks of staged events he kissed her in front of the cameras at a fund raiser. In public Rising Sun had no choice but to pretend to enjoy it. Inside she had to admit that Hero Boy One was starting to grow on her a bit. A bit.
And in the outside world their ‘relationship’ was keeping her face in the paper and name on everyone’s lips. It had been years since Rising Sun was invited to parties with Tokyo’s a-list, now she had to turn down initiations. Walking with Hero Boy to a party in Ropongi she overheard onlookers speculating.
“Is that?”
“It can’t be.”
“The real Rising Sun is much taller, she’s a heroine.”
“Must be cosplayers.”
Rising Sun and Hero Boy giggled but sure enough they ran into another 2 couples cosplaying as them. Soon they were almost doubled over with laughter. Rising Sun felt so good she almost forgot to hate the boy. But then she remembered she was just using him to advance her career. That was all. Really.
The next day Rising Sun’s room was filled with flowers. Lilies. Her favorite! She admitted to herself that maybe, just maybe Hero Boy One was OK. Not as a boyfriend of course, but decent company. Since she was stuck with him (until the press got tired of the couple) she may as well enjoy spending time with him.
So the next night she let him hold her hand at the sumo tournament. And the next day they were photographed holding hands in Ueno Park. And she let him gave her a kiss goodnight when they got home.
The network renewed her cartoon and put back in prime time. Hero Boy One started appearing as ‘special guest’.
Hero Boy One meanwhile found some more good advice waiting in his email.
***
And the next night in a private room at Shirow’s Sushi, the most exclusive restaurant in Tokyo…
Rising Sun and Hero Boy One were doubled over laughing from his impression of Mister Takeyama. Then things turned serious.
“Rising Sun-sama, I… I know you can’t forgive me but… I’m sorry.”
Rising Sun sat up and frowned. The whole time they had been ‘dating’ they had never mentioned what he did. The only way she could put up with this farce, even enjoy it. A little. Sometimes.
“It’s just… it’s just that I’ve always loved you, even from before they let me out.”
“Let you out?”
“I… you don’t know do you?”
“Know what?”
“In my cartoon they don’t talk much about my origin, people just assume I’m an alien or have a magic ring or something. But actually, they made me. Grew me.”
“Grew…”
“I’m a clone, a genetic construct. They look DNA from dozens of heroes and mixed them to make me. They grew me in a tube.”
“But… I thought you were a teenager…”
“I am. The project started in 1989.”
“Isn’t cloning illegal?”
“I wasn’t until 1998 and by then I was a nine-year boy in a tube. What could they do? Pull the plug?”
He chucked uncomfortably and forced a smile. She could see from his face that they had thought about it.
“So what did happen…?”
“While I was in the tube they did all sorts of things. Exposed me to radiation, added cybernetics and they trained me.”
“Trained you?”
“Martial arts and science at first, then public relations, marketing and media manipulation, all downloaded right into my brain. After that, they started to teach me about heroics. They showed me the greatest heroes of Japan and overseas. The Science Ninjas, the Kaiju Rangers, Stellar Man… and you.”
“Me?”
Tears started to fill his eyes.
“You were the first woman I ever saw. The showed me all your adventures while I was floating in the tube being programmed. You were so strong and noble, fighting villains and never giving up. I wanted to be like you. I wanted to…” he sobbed “be with you! And I messed it all up!”
Rising Sun started to cry too, she moved around the table and put the sobbing boy’s head on her shoulder.
“It’s OK Hero Boy… it’s OK, we’re friends now. We’re friends.”
Out of her sight, Hero Boy grinned. This psychology stuff was EASY!
Outside a half dozen paparazzi speculated about what had happened inside and why Hero Boy’s eyes were so red when they left.
***
Three nights later the pair landed on Rising Sun’s balcony…
“Hee-hee, I had a good time tonight.”
“Me too! They papers will have a lot to write about tomorrow, the way you kissed me in front of the Prime Minister. Scandalous!”
“Hee-hee, I guess I had a bit too much to drink, Takeyama-san will probably yell.”
“Sun-chan you must behave yourself like a lady!” Hero Boy said imitating their agent. Rising Sun doubled over laughing.
Hero Boy looked at his watch. “I guess I should go home now. Arigato Sun-san!”
Hesitantly Rising Sun put a hand on his shoulder. “Um… before you go, would you like to have a drink inside?”
One drink led to another.
And another.
And then Rising Sun put on one of the J-pop CDs she’d recorded and they danced. Then they danced close. And closer.
And Hero Boy’s jacket came off.
And Rising Sun’s boots.
And there was another drink.
Or two.
And they were on the couch together.
Kissing.
And then her skimpy leotard and his body suit came off.
They rolled off the couch.
And soon…
“Oh God hero Boy what are you doing!”
“Stop!”
“Stop!”
“S-s-s-s”
“Oh don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“Please don’t stop!”
***
The next morning…
Rising Sun awoke with a gasp. She was naked in her bed and had no memory of how she’d gotten there. For about three seconds.
Then it hit her.
“Oh… my… God…”
Hero Boy One, naturally, was no where to be seen.
“How could I…”
She thought back. She’d been drunk of course but that wasn’t the whole story. These last few weeks, she’d been with him everyday, pretending for the press that she liked him. And during all that time HB1 had been polite and courteous and witty and… fun.
Fun.
It had been a long time since Rising Sun had any fun. In America Maple Leaf kept her busy with missions and fund-raisers and projects for the team. In Japan Takeyama and Grand Sponsor kept her busy with appearances and photo shoots. Until this fiasco with Hero Boy, Rising Sun couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been on a date.
Barring that mistake with Doc Hammer of course.
That was part of it. Being with Doc Hammer made her feel so inferior. It reminded her how lucky she was, how she didn’t really deserve her powers. No wonder she had just laid there and acted like a pathetic victim. With HB1 it was different. She could see that deep down he really loved her, when they were together he was always flattering her, making her feel special. That was it. She wanted someone who made her feel special.
But this was too much. HB1 was 16, a clone and a would-be rapist. And he’d skipped out on her during the night. There was no way Rising Sun was going to stoop that low. She decided it was time to end this charade. The scandal sheets would have to cover their break-up for a while instead of their romance. It probably wouldn’t even hurt her career that much, just look at Bennifer.
She sat up and started to get out of bed.
Then the door opened.
“Hey beautiful! I hope you like French toast!”
“What?” Rising Sun pulled the sheet up to her neck.
He gestured to the tray in his hand. “Breakfast!” He put the tray down next to the bed and climbed in next to Rising Sun.
“Um, Hero Boy we have to talk…”
“Why talk when there are sweet things to eat!” He shoved a piece of French toast into her mouth and while she was distracted he ducked under the covers.
Rising swallowed, the French toast really was delicious.
“What are you-“ she gasped as she realized what he was doing under the covers.
He looked up from between her legs and grinned. “You have something sweet for your mouth, and now I have something sweet for mine!”
Rising Sun tried to protest, but not very hard. Soon she was lost again to long-denied feelings of ecstasy.
***
Later…
Rising Sun turned up the hot water again. It was practically scalding her pale skin but that’s what she wanted. She wanted to burn every trace of last night and this morning off of her.
How could she do that?
How could she do that twice?
She rubbed her hands over her sensitive breasts as she thought, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Oh right.
That’s how.
Hero Boy One was a horny, genetically engineered teenager but he was also damn good.
Rising Sun thought about what her heroine career had brought her: being pawed by Asian donors at fund-raising dinners, being stripped by perverted villains, being leered at by horny fans and being attacked by feminists. Well she was getting tired of it! If Japan’s most popular superhero wants to worship the ground she walks on and pleasure her orally, why shouldn’t Rising Sun enjoy it?
The door to the shower opened and Hero Boy stepped in.
“Need someone to scrub your back beautiful?”
Rising Sun smiled and kissed him.
***
The next day’s headlines were full of pictures of Rising Sun’s balcony door and lurid speculation about what happened when Hero Boy finally spent the night. Rising Sun and Hero Boy’s publicists naturally sent out statements that the two were just good friends and that Hero Boy had been too tired to fly home. The tabloids didn’t believe it of course, no one expected them too. Certainly not the publicists who also leaked information that HB1’s personal assistant was seen shopping for diamond rings.
Hero Boy eagerly reported the night’s events to his anonymous advisor and got some interesting information in return.
***
Back in the US Doc Hammer caught Dr. Boyd on one of his rare trips back to the United States. He had just been in Korea examining a potential recipient for his process and the next day would head for Jamaica to see another.
Hammer greeted the middle-aged man with a firm handshake and slap on the shoulder. Boyd winced as he was touched.
“Good to meet you sir! Very good to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you the last few weeks and really have been looking forward to seeing you.”
“Er, um, yes, I suppose… but I’m not actually sure who you are…”
Hammer never let his smile slip and quickly filled in Boyd on his history and his career. Boyd seemed completely uninterested until Hammer started asking questions about the process. Then the absent-minded professor suddenly became focused, describing in detail how his process activated the latent psychic powers in female subjects. He explained how the process only worked on women who were near-death and how he was only willing to even try it on the most deserving subjects. Boyd went into his recent frustrations, how since he activated Star’s powers in 2002 he had not had one fully successful subject. No matter what he tried, even when he followed his old process to the letter there were no successes.
Hammer listened attentively, recording everything in his photographic memory. He invited Boyd out to Dixon’s Steak House to further discuss the process. The usually antisocial Boyd accepted the invitation, happy to have someone besides Valkyrie who understood what he talked about.
Boyd left his laptop on his desk.
Twenty minutes later Shamrock snuck in a put a small black box next to the laptop’s hard drive. A minute later the red light on it turned green and she removed the box and deposited it in Doc Hammer’s mail box. She giggled to herself, happy to help the man she loved.
Later that night Hammer installed the copied data onto his own computer. He had prepared all sorts of programs to break the encryption but after talking to Dr. Boyd for an evening he was able to guess the password in three tries.
***
Another week went by. Rising Sun and Hero Boy weren’t seen in public much, they seemed to spend their time behind closed doors in her hotel suite, his penthouse or a resort in Okinawa.
And in that resort…
“Mmm, I love you Rising Sun.”
“And I love you Hero Boy One.”
“But…”
“Hai?”
He put his hands between her legs rubbing her in just the right places. “I was thinking maybe, it would be better if you were… smooth.”
“Smooth?”
“Down here.” He thrust a finger in making her gasp. “It would be… sexy!”
“I thought I was sexy” she kissed his neck.
“More sexy” he inserted another finger.
She moaned.
He did it an hour later. He tied her arms and legs with chord from his utility belt and took out a straight razor from the bathroom. Rising Sun squealed when saw it but he reassured her and started to apply the shaving cream. She twitched a bit when the cold razor touched her but there were no mishaps and in ten minutes she was as smooth as a schoolgirl. He kissed her naked mound. Then he moved lower. The bound heroine cried out when his tongue touched her clitoris, he kept at it for a half hour until she was begging him to fuck her. Begging him. Hero Boy One liked the sound of that begging.
***
The next night he tied her up again and left the room. Rising Sun pouted at being left alone but was pleasantly surprised when he came back wearing a Dynamo costume he’d gotten from a cosplay shop. He also had an electric dildo in his hand. She wanted that night to go on forever.
And the next night he had a toga and gold laurels. And a jar of honey. And silk ropes to tie her.
They headed back to Tokyo. Rising Sun moved into his penthouse. She spent more time cleaning up and cooking there, less time on commercials and superhero work.
One night Hero Boy had blindfolded her, gagged her and tied her hands. The Japanese Heroine didn’t resist, she was looking forward to where this game would lead. She sat blind and helpless on the bed, waiting. Soon he was in front of her licking her breasts, and behind her kissing her shoulders! She struggled for a second as two pairs of hands caressed her but soon surrendered to the sensation. As far as she could remember she had never experiences a double penetration and the idea scared her but tied up as she was there was nothing to do but enjoy it.
Afterwards she asked “who was he?”
“No one important, just a very discrete and trustworthy friend. I thought you’d enjoy something different.” He leaned in and kissed her, Rising Sun responded.
Downstairs the pizza delivery boy showed his pictures to everyone in the lobby.
***
Then one day while cleaning Rising Sun found a book, an album of some sort. But with not pictures, just women’s panties. Next to each one was a name, an age and a date. She backed away from it in horror.
When Hero Boy One returned that night from filming a new Toyota commercial Rising Sun was waiting for him with her bags packed.
“It’s over.”
It was time. His mysterious advisor had told him to leave the book out, and now he had to see if this gamble would work.
“Huh?”
“I found this!” She threw the album at him. “If I’d known-“
Hero Boy easily caught it and put it on the table. “If what? It’s not like you’re some virgin heroine either! Or did you think I wouldn’t find out about Jake Hammer?”
“J-Jake? How did you-“
“Word gets around ‘Rising Cum’, so was I just your rebound guy? Someone to keep you warm until the next time Dynamo escapes?”
“Dynamo? But that’s different I-“
“Or maybe you’ll just have another orgy with VX in the shopping mall!”
“But-“
“Or give a killer a blowjob on TV!” Hero Boy walked up and slapped her hard. “How dare you? How dare you condemn me for what you’ve been doing for years! I hear half the GP’s donors have had you one way or the other!”
Rising Sun sobbed. That last part wasn’t true. At all. The rich businessmen who donated to the team had certainly tried to have her, certainly made some interesting offers but she had never crossed the line. She’d always teased, never actually done it. But he had no way of knowing that did he? ‘Hero Boy must think I’m a total slut.’
“And you know something, I knew that, I knew all about that and I didn’t care because I could see who you really are! I could see that you’re wonderful, and caring and sweet and that no matter what you’ve done nothing can change that. Rising Sun, Kisume, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my fans… I have girls all over Japan trying to get me and in the past that’s what I wanted, but that’s behind me now. I only want you. Just you. These girls, they’re nothing.” He held up the album and burned it with his laser vision.
Rising Sun kissed him.
Hero Boy hadn’t burned his real trophy collection of course. That was stored safely in his office at the Grand Sponsor Corporation. But the gesture worked. After that he had no trouble talking Rising Sun into dying her hair golden brown or talking about an engagement. They got ready to announce it on his seventeenth birthday and set the date for his eighteenth. No one thought it was odd that the bride was more ten years older than him.
***
It was after one of the multiple engagement parties that Mr. Takeyama decided to take the happy couple to the Maeda Club in Kabuki-Cho. Rising Sun was a bit tipsy and barely noticed they were entering a bit of a rough neighborhood. Well, rough for Japan anyway.
They went down a dark alley and into a filthy lobby marked only by a simple sign. They rang for the elevator and waited. Rising Sun was with Hero Boy of course. The two were not in costume, Rising Sun wore a little black cocktail dress and a pearl necklace (concealing the latest GP communicator system) while Hero Boy had a pair of cargo pants, a tight black tee shirt (showing off his abs) and leather jacket. Takeyama was accompanied by a cute girl with strange braids like two meatballs on her head; Takeyama has introduced her as Usagi-Chan. She was quite drunk and giggled constantly.
“Of course you might know her better by her old name.”
“Old name?”
“Show them Usagi.”
Usagi giggled (again) and assumed a dramatic dancer’s pose and said “In the name of the moon, I will punish you!” Then she stumbled, hiccupped and giggled again.
“Moon Princess! Wow they downloaded all your shows while I was in training!” Hero Boy exclaimed.
Usagi giggled again. “Used to be me… But then you know, the show got canceled, and Prince Tuxedo started banging Princess Venus and I kind of got kidnapped by the Yakuza and getting into drugs and drinking and all that stuff… They never did find Princess Mercury y’know. That was kind of rough… But I’m OK now, I’m like totally making a comeback and stuff. Takeyama-kun says he can get me a part in this new movie, what’s it called again Takeyama-kun?”
“Urotsukidoji 6.”
“Right, some sort of movie about seafood or something right?” She giggled again. Hero Boy groaned. Rising Sun listened in mute horror. Eight years ago Moon Princess had been the most popular heroine in Japan and now she was… Rising Sun shook her head; she was not going to let this happen to her.
***
The elevator arrived and they went to the club on the 33rd floor. As the door opened they found themselves in another world. The elegant club was decorated with superhero memorabilia from Japan and America and beyond. There were posters (including one of the Golden Age Ultra Woman saying ‘Slap a Jap’ while doing just that), newspapers clippings, old comic books and toys. After a second glance Rising Sun realized that it wasn’t superHERO memorabilia she was seeing but superHEROINE. Everything on the walls was about a woman, and most of them were suggestive, showing heroines in distress or bondage.
And all the waitresses (there were no waiters) were dressed as different heroines. There was an Ultra Women, a Stella in her red hotpants, all of Bikini Force and the whole Nightbat family: Nightbat Girl, Nightcat, Nighthuntress, Nightspoiler, the girl Sparrow and Nightbird. There were even three Rising Suns, each in a different version of her costume. All of the women were gorgeous and many of them went beyond serving drinks and were sitting with customers, offering their company. Rising Sun started to feel a bit uncomfortable but the others led her to a table and she decided not to protest. Takeyama called over one of the Rising Suns to serve them, the real RS noticed that her double had much larger breasts than she did.
Soon the fake RS was sitting with them, laughing at Takeyama’s jokes and lighting his cigars. Hero Boy picked up a cigar as well and the fake Rising Sun poured him a tall glass of expensive scotch. Rising Sun checked her watch and started to think up an excuse to leave when a fake Maple Leaf came by to ask for her order. Rising Sun smiled and chuckled. She gave the fake Maple Leaf a long, complicated drink and food order and sent her away. She liked the look of confusion on her boss’s face and decided this place could be fun.
Soon Hero Boy and Usagi were on stage with a fake Star singing karaoke versions of old TV theme songs. Even the normally sedate Rising Sun was tempted to go up. But first she really needed to pee.
Making her way back from the ladies room Rising Sun paused to examine some of the memorabilia on the walls. She thought she knew heroines well but even she had never heard of some of these characters. Was this her future? In a few years would she be a forgotten has-been? Rising Sun had never wanted to be a celebrity or a heroine, and it certainly had its downside, but after four years of fame the thought depressed her. She wandered around a little more and found a staircase up, this one lined with framed comic books from the Golden Age Ultra Woman. Wow. She sure got tied up a lot.
The stairs brought her a hallway lined with solid looking wooden doors. To an ordinary woman it would have seemed silent but to Rising Sun’s enhanced senses… It was gross. She could hear the moans and groans through the soundproof doors, she could smell the arousal and spent fluids, she now knew what kind of place this was. A brothel. The waitresses downstairs did a lot more than pour drinks.
She heard a door open and turned quickly to go. She didn’t want to be in a place like this any longer than she had to. But… she stopped to look back.
The man coming out was a middle-aged man in a business suit. Rising Sun noted the wedding ring on his hand and thought she recognized him as a member of parliament. He eyed her from top to bottom with a leer as he passed by and pinched her butt as he squeezed by. Rising Sun barely noticed, she was too busy looking at the girl coming out.
She was short, shorter than Rising Sun, maybe only 5 feet tall, had shoulder length brown hair and pasty white skin dotted with freckles. She wore a typical ‘heroine’ leotard decorated as a Union Jack with matching knee-high boots. For a second Rising Sun thought it was just another imposter but one look at her petite derriere and she knew for certain who it was.
“Spitfire…”
Almost a year ago a young British girl had joined the team as Spitfire. However after less than a week, before her powers could be fully activated, she had disappeared, leaving only a cryptic note that she could not join the Global Protectors after learning the truth about them. Police on both sides of the Atlantic had been searching for the missing girl but had not found a clue. Now she was here, working as a whore in a Japanese brothel. It could be an imposter but why would the club dress a hostess up as heroine no one had ever heard of? It had to be her!
Rage filled the slim Japanese girl. How could she?! After scaring the whole team and her own family the girl was dragging the Global Protectors reputation into the dirt.
Spitfire’s butt disappeared through an ‘employees only’ door in the back. Rising Sun ran down the hall after her and burst in. The English girl was standing with her back to the door taking off her spandex costume. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She said. “I just finished with him” she said without looking “I’ll go back out as soon as I take a shower.” She wrapped a towel around herself and selected a vibrator. Then she turned and saw Rising Sun for the first time. She froze. “Rising Sun…”
“I bet you weren’t expecting to see me you… you… whore!”
She dropped the towel and cringed into a fetal position.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Rising Sun! I promised I won’t tell! Don’t kill me!”
Rising Sun hesitated for second but decided she was not going to fall for this trick. “I should kill you for what you did! Scaring us like that and doing… this!”
The girl cringed and looked away. “Please… don’t hurt me again.”
“I’ll hurt you if… again?”
Spitfire nodded and cringed. Rising Sun felt the rage drain from her body. She knelt next to the whimpering girl and gently put her arms around her. “Spitfire I’m not going to hurt you. You’d better tell me everything that’s happened to you.”
***
Spitfire’s story sounded like something from a perverted internet fanfic. She spoke of being drugged with aphrodisiacs and forced to ‘entertain’ a room full of supervillains. The next morning she was told she’d been rejected by the Global Protectors for being a big slut. Spitfire was crated up and shipped out to Japan where her real ordeal began.
They injected her with potent combinations of mind control and aphrodisiac drugs, in doses that would kill an ordinary woman. However her superhuman metabolism kept her alive, feeling urges no woman could endure. Soon she was begging her captors for sweet, sweet release. They were happy to oblige.
She was suspended from ropes while hot red wax dripped on to her breasts and a vibrator hummed between her legs. With drugs and conditioning she learned to like it and to cum early and often.
She was hooded and whipped while electric currents stimulated her pussy and nipples. She learned to cum to that too.
She was fucked in every conceivable position and manner by men, by women, by mixes of the two until she learned to love it.
She learned to need it.
And all the time they told her it was the Global Protectors who were doing this to her. That Maple Leaf had ordered it to get rid of this dumb slut. More than once women in Global Protector costumes came by to insult and degrade her. Lost in drugs, pain and pleasure Spitfire believed every word.
Now each day was spent in her small cubby pleasuring herself as best she could until the night when she tried to find fulfillment in the arms of middle-aged Japanese men paying top yen to fuck a real heroine. And never finding it.
The club didn’t even bother drugging her any more, she craved sex so much, the aphrodisiacs were redundant.
Rising Sun listened to the story in shock and horror. She never noticed the short Japanese man at the door or how he scurried away in fear.
***
“Ah Rising Sun, we were looking for you!”
“Takeyama, Hero Boy, did you know?”
“Know? Know what?”
“You tell me.”
“Well of course I had heard that this was a ‘full service’ club but I never checked, after all I’m a happily married man and certainly I would never bring a 16-year old boy here if I knew.”
Hero Boy chuckled and tried to hide it. Takeyama scowled at him.
“And I’m sure all the girls here are here willingly, isn’t that right Spitfire?”
“Yes! Yes! I like it a lot!” The panicked girl yelled while looking at Rising Sun with pleading eyes.
“So let’s leave this whore with Mr. Maeda and go home Rising Sun. After all you wouldn’t want to be seen in this sort of club or with that sort of woman would you? Think of what if would do to your career, to your image. You’re engaged now, you have to behave.”
“Yeah Sunny Girl, come on, there’s nothing to see here. That whole story about drugs and programming, Spitfire’s just trying to make you feel sorry for her. Let’s head back to my place, I’m feeling kind of randy after seeing all those hot women in Rising Sun costumes.”
Rising Sun hesitated. She knew if she didn’t listen to them, there’d be trouble. For her, for her career, for her image. They could ruin her. She could end up a forgotten has-been like Usagi if she tried to expose this.
But if she didn’t, what was the point of being a heroine?
“I didn’t say anything about drugs or programming. Or that her name is Spitfire.”
“Oh.”
“Well you see…”
“You knew. You knew all along. All this time we were going out you knew about Spitfire being here. Did you sleep with her?”
“Just twice Sunny, but it didn’t mean anything honest-“
She slapped him across the face, he flew across the dressing room, hit the wall and lay silent. Rising Sun looked at him; she’d always assumed he was a bit tougher than that.
Takeyama started backing up. “Rising Sun, we have a contract, you can’t do this, you must obey-“
She slapped him across the room too, he fell unconscious. She hoped she hadn’t seriously hurt him, she’d never hit an ordinary human before.
She helped Spitfire to her feet and helped put on the girl’s costume.
“We need to tell the police, but I’m not even sure they will do anything. Japan is still a man’s world.”
“I… I think I know a way.”
Spitfire whispered her plan and took Rising Sun back down the hall stopping at a certain room. She threw open the door.
“Now Nightcat you foul villainess I will, huh?”
An obese Japanese man was in the room, dressed in a Penalizer skull shirt and a leather thong. In front of him a thin women dressed in a leather cat suit was tied spread eagled. A nine-tailed whip was in the man’s hand.
Rising Sun took out her cell phone and snapped a few pictures. She recognized Police Commissioner Moto from her engagement party earlier that night. She smiled.
***
Over the next week the story played itself out in the papers:
“Superheroine Sex Slaves! ‘I am shocked, shocked! To find this is going on in Tokyo’ says Commissioner Moto”
“Hero Boy One found in sex club! School girls accuse HB1 of abuse!
“Global Protector held as sex slave!”
“Princess Mercury held as sex slave! Moon Princess rescues her!”
“Engagement canceled!”
“Hero Boy One malfunctioning, taken in for inspection.”
By week’s end Hero Boy One has been pulled indefinitely due to ‘extensive software and wetware malfunctions’. Rising Sun was not able to find out what they had done with him but liked to think the brat was locked back in a tube somewhere. She couldn’t say she was sorry about it.
Already the ads for Hero Boy Two were running on TV. This new genetically engineered hero would be a clean-cut baseball player rather than a brown-haired bad boy. Rising Sun planned to stay far, far away in any case.
Takeyama was allowed to quietly resign and retire from the Grand Sponsor corporation. Rising Sun wished he’d gotten more than a slap on the wrists but could live with that.
Spitfire was slowly making a recovery. She hardly ever climbed into Rising Sun’s bed anymore or tried to feel RS’s boobs. She was down to just a few hours with the vibrator too.
Her cartoon had been cancelled of course. A whole season of the Hero Boy and Rising Sun Ploglam had to thrown out. It was replaced by a show called Harajuku Girls where starlets went to different restaurants, ate different foods and giggled a lot. It became the most popular show in Japan.
Rising Sun hardly missed the show or commercials. Right now if she never saw another camera again she’d be happy.
Maple Leaf wasn’t as happy and was calling every day to demand answers. Rising Sun knew that it was time to return to the US and provide them. She had dyed her hair black again and packed her bags. She was not looking forward to telling Maple Leaf Spitfire’s story. Or the news about who was responsible for Spitfire’s enslavement.
But Rising Sun would tell her anyway.
She was a heroine. That’s what heroines do.