The
Global Protectors – True Romance
By Marcus Lycus
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Marcus Lycus
May
2005
“So you see Kristen, it’s not my fault at all. It’s yours! First you talk me into joining your stupid cheerleading team, then you’re the one who took us to the mall so we could get kidnapped, you’re the one who called them in and fucking let them brainwash us!
“But I thought that was-“
“And then they pretend nothing ever happened and get all the credit for ‘quote-unquote’ rescuing us. Fuck, you saw that video, they were fucking those VX guys the whole time!”
“I thought they were mind controlled too…”
“Don’t think blondie, you’re not cut out for it. So anyway, where was I… so there we are, ‘rescued’ go back to high school and lose the championships. Thanks to you I might add!”
“Not my fault… Big Red stole those routines…”
“Then, just before graduation those tapes come out. Remember the poster? They hung it all over school. ‘Kris And Friends Bring it On! Hottest young amateur cheerleaders! Double penetration! Oral! Anal! When they bring it on you have to cum!’ and right in the middle of all that text, that nice picture of you and me.”
“Wasn’t us, couldn’t have been us, photoshop or something…”
“Right, that’s what the Global Protectors said when that ‘Strip Mall’ tape came out. Now I can see why someone would use look-alikes or photoshop to make a superheroine porno film but why us? Who’d go through that trouble to humiliate us? No one. Face facts Kris, the Global Protectors didn’t ‘rescue’ us, they let VX mind control us and then erased the memory so they’d look good.”
“But…”
“Humiliated. No wonder your family left town. Didn’t want to be seen with a whore like you. My family threw me out too.”
“I didn’t know…”
“So I waited. Went to college with you, studied all the great villains, Mister Twister, Doctor Darkness, Nightcat, you name it. Started checking around, it’s amazing what you can find on the internet. Just gotta find those hidden sites, the ones Google will never take you too. I kept track of you too. And when you went for that internship I was right there with you.”
“But why… you hate the Global Pro-“
“By the first day of work I had it all set up. You know that story about me and La Sola getting kidnapped? How we escaped before anything happened? Bullshit. I set up an ambush and this Columbia drug lord raped her for a whole day. And you know something, she loved it. La Sola’s a fucking whore like the rest of them.”
“But…”
“So after my ‘ordeal’ Maple Leaf promotes me to manager so I’ll keep my mouth shut and not sue them. I get access to all their records and you know what, I was right. Valkyrie knows it, Maple Leaf knows it, probably they all know it on some level, they’re whores. Natural born sluts. Or unnatural sluts. That process that gives them their powers, it messes with their bodies too. And their minds. After a couple of super-orgasms they can’t control themselves. They need more, more, more.”
“No they’re heroines… not sluts like me…”
Eliza laughed.
“Oh poor Kristen. You are a little slut aren’t you? You’ve fucked every man in the Gaea Building and half the men at Mega U. You spend your weekends giving blowjobs for $10 and taking it up the ass for $30.”
“Yes… I do.” A tear fell from her eyes.
“Guess it doesn’t matter anymore if I tell you this. Guess what? You weren’t always this way.”
“Huh? But I remember…”
“I’ve been drugging you for the last year. Mind control drugs, aphrodisiacs, you name it. All those terrible things you’ve done? It was me.”
“You mean that night when I dressed as an Elf Princess for the Dungeons and Dragons club? That was your fault?”
“No bitch, haven’t you been listening, it’s YOUR fault. I was just getting you back. So anyway, where was I… right I became manager of the GP. Well there was with all their secrets at my fingertips. What could I do? While I was thinking about it Maple Leaf comes by and puts me in charge of their newest member Spitfire. Well who am I to turn down a freebie like that. Poor girl’s sucking cocks in Tokyo these days.”
“She was nice.”
“That what the Japs say. Anyway next I sold some info to Villainy eXtreme. they did a good job the first time, I figured they’d do a decent job the second time around. They sent in that Blackchrome bitch but wouldn’t you know it, they fucked it up. Blackie failed and the Glorified Prostitutes came out fine. So I figured it was up to me.”
“You?”
“Yes me. I started my own damn plan to finish them off. I figured this time I’d be the villain and make sure that they knew who did this to them. Took a while to embezzle enough money from them and buy the stuff I needed but it was worth every minute. Course just I was getting ready Red Jack almost kills me. Remember how you just sat there and let me bleed?”
“Sorry…”
“Hey no hard feelings, I know you’re a useless slut, at least Shamrock found me before I bled to death. So I was scarred for life and my voice is messed up. But that’s the way things go.”
“So now…”
“Now what? Funny you should ask…”
Eliza and Kristen were in the abandoned Broadway Warehouse in Megapolis. For months Eliza had been using embezzled funds to convert it into her supervillain lair. There were banks of big, impractical computers, catwalks, a chemistry set and disfigured Global Protector posters scattered throughout the lair in a typical supervillain manner.
She was standing on a catwalk fifty above the warehouse floor over looking the machine that was now her pride and joy. She’d used nearly all the money she’d made from selling pornographic Global Protector videos to obtain it: Doctor Darkness’ Libido Lamprey Machine! This vintage 1943 device drained sexual energy from the victims and stored it in the Libido Sphere. Once the Sphere was at full power its psychic forces would be unleashed causing everyone in range to die a slow, but quite pleasant death by orgasm. Doctor Darkness had originally planned to use this on Washington during the Miss GI Dream Pageant but had been foiled by an undercover Ultra Woman. It had sat unused in a government warehouse until Eliza bought it in an auction, narrowly beating out Doctor Darkness himself.
Powered by normal women it was expected to destroy a whole district. Eliza speculated that once she hooked up the Global Protectors it would have the power to destroy the city. But first she had to make sure the damn thing worked.
Which is why Kristen was strapped naked to one of the harnesses.
The former cheerleader gasped as Eliza started the machine. It started with the electrodes on her breasts and between her legs. Then the ones on her back started to stimulate key pressure points. The girl’s gasp turned to a moan as the first vibrator slipped between her legs. There were four more of increasing length and size that would make themselves known as the process continued.
Strapped to the machine Kristen moaned loudly as the second, larger, phallus entered her.
Eliza noted that the Libido Sphere was already showing a bit of a pink glow. Eliza smiled and posed villainously above her captive.
She was wearing her new super villainess costume. She wore a dirty pink prom dress, torn fishnet stockings, a tiara and a heavy veil over her face. Her satire of what the beautiful people of the world looked like. She even had a great villainess name.
“Like that huh Henchslut? I figured you would. Hell you’re such a slut you can probably power the machine all by yourself! But don’t worry I won’t make you do all the work. The main course is coming next week, when the Glorified Prostitutes are finally destroyed by their arch enemy! Me! PRINCESS DIE!”
***
“Eliza, this is not going to look very good on your employee evaluation.”
Eliza spun and faced the intruders. “Maple Leaf! Valkyrie! Tigress! How did you-“
Maple Leaf shook her head slowly. “Please. Do you think we’re idiots? I’ve been on to your plan from the very beginning.”
That was a complete lie of course. Maple Leaf did not have a clue until Rising Sun came back with her amazing story. Even then Maple Leaf would not believe she had been duped until she got that file from Nightbat detailing all of Eliza’s plans and listing the address of this warehouse. And even then she still had doubts until she heard Eliza explain it all herself.
But she wasn’t about to tell her former intern any of that.
Panic began to rise from Eliza’s gut. She wasn’t ready! The subliminal commands in the GP’s communicators wouldn’t be in place for another week, the drugs for the GP’s coffee machine were still on order, she hadn’t even charged her microwave laser ring!
“Foolish whores you will never stop me, PRINCESS DIE!” She reached into her Gucci bag and tossed a powder puff smoke bomb and ran the other way.
“Oi luv, remember me?”
A short girl dressed up like a Union Jack punched her in the face. Eliza went down on her back. Tigress walked over and planted a boot on her chest, Eliza heard a rib crack. Tigress reached down and tore off the veil, dispelling the last bit of doubt.
“So white girl, you thought you would hurt me.” Tigress pushed down harder, another rib cracked. “And my friends.” She twisted her foot and Eliza screamed.
“F-fuck you Tigress! Fuck you! I know all about you and the Wulf Pak! And how’s everything with the Dark C-“ Tigress pressed again, cracking another rib.
“Um, Tigress, maybe you should let up a bit?” Maple Leaf interrupted.
“Bloody hell. Crush her Tigress, that bitch deserves it!” Spitfire cried.
“Tigress… enough.” Valkyrie put a tender hand on Tigress’ shoulder. The Kenyan heroine let up.
Eliza coughed blood. “Bitches! Whores! I’ll destroy you! Put me in fucking jail! Go ahead! Once my files get out I’ll make sure everyone knows how to turn you into sex slaves just like Slutfire over there!”
Tigress growled but Val held her back. Maple Leaf found some wire and bound Princess Die’s hands. She shoved a scrap of the pink prom dress into her mouth as a gag.
“Don’t listen to her, she’s just ranting.”
Kristen moaned again, louder.
“Crap, let me get her out of that thing.” Maple Leaf flew over to the Libido Lamprey and started tearing Kristen loose.
“I’d better start looking for her files” Val added turning towards Eliza’s control room.
Tigress looked at Spitfire. Spitfire nodded. Eliza’s eyes went wide.
A quick push from Tigress’ boot and Eliza fell fifty feet from the catwalk to the concrete and cracked her head open. She died instantly.
“What was that?”
Tigress looked right into Maple Leaf’s eyes. “With the last of her strength Eliza must have wiggled to the edge of the catwalk and jumped to her doom before I could stop her. She chose death over capture.”
“That’s what I saw” Spitfire added.
“Me too!” Kristen threw in.
Valkyrie looked away innocently.
“Uh…” Maple Leaf looked down at the body. This would certainly save the team a lot of the embarrassment that a trial would cause. And for all she knew, that’s what really happened anyway.
“Right… OK then… let’s find those files.”
***
Gathering the files took hours. There were audio tapes, video, still pictures, mission records, financial records even photocopies of the team’s diaries.
The heroines put Kristen and Spitfire in another room to try and protect what was left of the team’s secrets.
“Val, what is this MCH treatment that keeps showing up in your records?”
“That? That’s um, the Mental Conflict…”
“Hindrance treatment. Mental Conflict Hindrance. It prevents hesitation.” Tigress threw in.
“OK then.”
The photos were like a train wreck. None of the three wanted to see them but they could hardly look away. Val found herself lingering over a pile of pictures of Shamrock fucking Rising Sun on the Global Protectors’ conference table. “Geeze. Was that during Blackchrome or the Incubus do you think?”
“Neither. They have thigh-high boots on from our old costumes; it must have been when the Dominator broke in.”
“That was years ago. How’d Eliza get these?”
“Must have traded for them.”
Elsewhere in the Shamrock file Tigress pulled out some pictures. “Well, well, well, looks like little miss innocent did fall for Jake Hammer after all.”
They all crowded around to look. “She does look satisfied.” Tigress noted.
Valkyrie picked up one shot of Shamrock smiling in Jake’s arms.
“She looks… she looks happy.” Val noted sadly.
Maple Leaf smiled “Hey guys look at the date on them. Looks like someone’s been cheating on his fiancé.” She chuckled with satisfaction and put them aside for later. They went back to reviewing files on their own.
Maple Leaf smoothly intercepted the team’s financial records and put them aside before anyone else could see them.
Val found several shots of herself enjoying some private time with her collection of vibrators. She smoothly put them aside and made sure they ended up under a filing cabinet.
Tigress picked up several pictures of herself with the cleaning staff and put them aside. She’d savor them later.
Finally they were all sorted and Maple Leaf called for a Global Protector’s truck to come and pick them all up. “I’ll go through them one last time to get a good idea of what Eliza did and then burn them.”
“Sounds good.”
“What about this place?”
“Well it was bought with GP funds so it’s officially mine, I mean the team’s. After we clear it out I’ll have it torn down and put a shelter for battered women here.”
“And that thing?”
“The Libido Lamprey, now that we know it works I bet I would sell it back to the government for a good sum.”
“Maple Leaf, it’s a rape machine that powers a weapon of mass destruction.”
“Hey I didn’t build the thing, and I’m not gonna use it. What the government does is their business. And how do you think I’m going to pay for the shelter anyway?”
“And her?”
They looked at the body, still oozing blood onto the concrete.
“Well we all knew Eliza ay? Did any of you think she was capable of this?” Maple Leaf didn’t wait for an answer. “I figure she was a victim of mind control. Probably the Dominator. He broke out of prison recently. Yes. The Dominator, tomorrow we’ll all hunt him down for what he did to our good friend Eliza. Unless you’d rather think our own manager has been plotting against us under our noses for the last year.”
The other two sneered but saw the logic. After all it didn’t really matter what they told people, Eliza was dead either way. No one would know differently, except for…
“What do we do with Spitfire and Kristen?”
“Right. Let’s go talk to them and see what we can do.”
Maple Leaf opened the door and was greeted with the musk of sex. The English heroine and former cheerleader were in a 69 position and had been frantically licking each other for the last few hours.
“Um, OK…”
***
Rising Sun waited pacing in a lounge at the Gaea Building. She wasn’t sure why Maple Leaf had not allowed her on the mission to confront Eliza or why she had sent her into this lounge with orders not to tell anyone what she had learned.
The door opened. “Maple Leaf what hap-“
“Kisume!” Shamrock ran in and hugged her friend kissing her cheek and neck several times. Rising Sun had to practically push her off. “I missed you!” The Irish girl beamed.
“I…I can see.”
“I missed you a whole lot… Let’s sit down, I heard about your thing with that… man.” She used the word like a curse. The two heroines saw down on a couch. Shamrock moved uncomfortably close to the Japanese heroine and put her right arm around her.
“I saw the news story, how he was going to sex clubs and sleeping with school girls and breaking your heart and lying to you. Terrible. Terrible. Just like a man. You must feel so bad.”
Rising Sun nodded. “I’m getting over it.”
Shamrock put her left hand on Rising Sun’s leg and moved her lips close to her friend’s ear. “But you must be so sad, if you want to cry you should, just let it out.”
“Really I’m doing OK-“
Shamrock switched to a whisper. “You know, I’m learning to cook Thai food. Val and I are making some tonight. Do you want to come over for something hot and delicious?”
“With Val?”
“Mmm, yes. Val and I have gotten close lately. Very, very close. Closer than we are even. For now.”
Rising Sun had no idea what that meant. And she was felling a bit uncomfortable with how Shamrock’s fingers were caressing her inner thigh or how her other hand was gently rubbing the top of her breast. “Um, Shamrock…”
“Kisume do you remember that little talk we had after Blackchrome’s attack?”
Rising Sun stiffened but nodded. She would never forget how she had confessed her secret feeling towards her friend, or how Shamrock had fled in horror. But why…
“I’ve had a change of heart. And other things.”
Shamrock put a hand on Rising Sun’s chin, turned her head and planted a lingering kiss on her lips.
The door opened again. Rising Sun pushed Shamrock off and jumped to her feet.
“Hi Maple Leaf!”
“Hi Rising Sun, hey Shamrock, could you excuse us for a few minutes?”
“Sure thing boss! And Kisume, tonight at Val’s maybe about 6?”
Rising Sun nodded mutely.
“Oh yeah, I should have warned you Shamrock finally came out of her shell. She’s practically a new woman. Personally I think she’s getting fucked. About time too.”
Rising Sun nodded mutely again.
“So let me tell you what we found…”
***
An hour later the team had its first full meeting in months.
“So here are your assignments, tomorrow we’ll start searching for the Dominator.”
The heroines nodded. Aussie Girl in particular was eager to get her hands on the man who murdered her good friend Eliza.
“As one last order of business… as you know Rising Sun recently rescued a long-lost member of the Global Protector’s family: Emily Tillbrook, codename Spitfire!” The British girl walked in and smiled to the team. She no longer wore her Union Jack costume and just wore a conservative blue suit with a white shirt and red scarf and a small Union Jack pin in the lapel. Kristen came in behind her, dressed (as usual) in a thin pink blouse (with nothing underneath) and a mini skirt (with nothing underneath).
“Unfortunately after months of captivity there is no way to fully activate Emily’s powers so she will remain a normal woman. However I have asked her to join us as our new manager and Kristen to remain as her assistant.”
The Protectors applauded. Most of them noticed that Kristen had moved next to Emily and was holding her hand and whispering in her ear.
Shamrock took Val’s hand under the table and whispered “Isn’t that sweet, they’re in love! We should invite them over tonight.”
Images came unbidden to Valkyrie’s mind. Images of herself spread eagled on a bed as three women satisfied her needs. She shook her head to dispel them. No. She was not going to go there. Not again. No.
“OK team, let’s go! Oh and La Sola, can I speak to you for a minute?”
***
A few hours later, just after sunset, Jake Hammer pulled up in front of the old Gold Key Warehouse. He’d gotten an urgent call from his fiancé and had headed right over. He’d been busy experimenting with the Boyd Process. He had already overcome the problem of using it on men (it really was a simple fix, he was surprised Boyd had not seen it himself) and eliminated many of the superfluous steps (why did Boyd need to enhance the pleasure centers of the brain, it made no sense!) and hoped to try it on a subject soon. After that he would decide if he wanted or needed to use it on himself.
La Sola had promised him a special surprise tonight. Since her last surprise had been midair sex over the Sterenko Bridge he was really looking forward to whatever was on offer tonight.
He walked in, La Sola was waiting for him in the foyer, her arms were crossed, her eyes narrowed and a scowl on her face. Hammer decided to play dumb.
“Hey sweetie, what’s going-“
“What is this!” She threw a pile of pictures at him; he spotted pictures of himself with Shamrock, Aussie Girl, Kristen, Natasha, and Star as they fell. Damn. He decided to go for broke and took a step closer to hug her.
“Carmen, my love, you knew about them, you knew that I sowed my wild oats before I proposed to you, these girls mean nothing. I chose you.”
Tears started to fall from Carmen’s eyes and he took a step forward to hug her. Well that was easy.
“Lying pig!” She threw him back on to his butt and grabbed a fist full of pictures. “Look at these dates! All of them AFTER we got engaged! I hate you!”
“Listen… I can explain!” He tried to think of an explanation, nothing came to mind.
“You know what I said I would do?!”
Hammer crossed his legs reflexively.
“Well this is worst!” She took a step back as the floor collapsed dropping Hammer into a transparent tube. La Sola tossed her engagement ring after him just before the top sealed. The tube rose from the pit until it was level again with the Argentine heroine. From the shadows behind her a thin man in an opera cape emerged and grinned at the pulp hero.
Hammer hit the polymer tube and swore like a sailor but they could not hear.
“Hello again my bronze rival. I promised to preserve you forever did I not?”
Hammer swore again, he formed a ball and pushed with his legs and arms but the tube held. Darkness put his gloved hand on La Sola’s bare shoulder. She flinched for a second but let the hand stay.
“Well there he is my hot Latin beauty. The man who betrayed you and spit on your honor and your love. What shall I do with him now?”
“Freeze him.” She said without emotion.
Hammer reached for the equipment he usually kept on his belt but he had left it behind in the car. Last time his utility belt had ended up at the bottom of the St. Giffin river and he did not have enough spares to risk losing another one. He spotted the diamond ring at the bottom of the tube and palmed it.
“Of course my dear southern harlot, but first I would like you to fulfill your half of the bargain.” He put his other hand on her hip and moved closer.
Hammer screamed and pounded the tube.
La Sola nodded. Hopefully Darkness wouldn’t be too repulsive. He was sort of handsome in a distinguished sort of way. She turned and faced him; he undid the secret catch the released her costume and it fell to the floor. She reached for Doctor Darkness’ fly. She slowly began to push her on to her back.
Hammer sank to his knees seemingly in despair. In reality he was using the diamond to scratch a hole in the tube.
***
Speaking of tubes… In a subbasement in Japan an executive team met around another hero in another tube.
“Can’t we wipe his memory and reprogram him?”
“It took five years of downloads to train him the first time!”
“More safeguards? Repress his sex drive?”
“What would be the side effects?”
“Almost 100 billion yen, we can’t just leave him in a tube!”
“Still have Hero Boy 3-10 to use though. And the Hero Girls.”
Director Nambu sat at the head of the table, directly below the inert form of Hero Boy 1, his eyes were closed either deep in though or deep in sleep. He opened them.
“What if he escapes?” The company president asked.
“Impossible!”
“Shut down his software and wetware, not even dreaming.”
Nambu shook his head.
“What if we let him escape? A sex mad lunatic with superpowers targeting the women of Japan, the heroine who betrayed him. He is hunted by his brothers Hero Boy 2 and 3. Would it not make an excellent story?”
“Would have to reprogram him…”
“Increase the sex drive…”
“Run some VR scenarios; give him a reason for revenge…”
“Ratings…”
“Have to find a plausible explanation…”
“Authorities would cooperate…”
“Villain Boy 1…”
Nambu smiled. These kids today were so short sighted. Something he had to spell out everything.
***
Val kept thinking of that picture of Shamrock with Doc Hammer. There was no denying it any longer Shamrock had loved him. And Val had warped her, changed her, denied the truth to satisfy herself. She had to act. If she waited any longer she wouldn’t have the strength to do it.
The changes were so complete; you couldn’t help but notice them. Everyone was noticing them. Sooner or later they would ask the obvious questions and then it would all be over. Val would have to come clean, or mind control all of them. She had to change Shannon back. She had to. The others would remember it, write it off as ‘Shamrock got laid’ and forget about it.
It was the right thing to do.
It had nothing to do with the affect she was having on Val. Since that night all she could think of was Shamrock, Shamrock’s smile, Shamrock’s laugh, Shamrock’s breasts, Shamrock’s tongue between her legs…
And each night together left her more and more drained and distracted. It was like Shamrock was a vampire leaching energy from her teammate. And if she waited much longer Val wouldn’t be able to resist.
But that wasn’t why she had to change her back, no that wasn’t the reason at all. It was for Shannon, not for her. Honest.
She opened the door to her lab. There was thin layer of dust over it; she hadn’t been spending much time here.
In her safe in the back she retrieved a certain box. She took a deep breath. She was going to do it. She had to.
***
Doctor Darkness’ century of experience was not limited to villainy. He made the Latina under him come twice before he released his feeble load. He zipped up and rose to his feet leaving the satisfied heroine lying on the floor enjoying her afterglow. He smiled at Hammer’s feeble efforts to cut through the tube. Perhaps if the golden-age hero had a week or two to work on it…
He hit a button on his cane. Hammer felt the cold and redoubled his efforts, his vision grew dim.
Doc Hammer fell…
Two of Doctor Darkness’ robots picked up the tube and loaded it into the invisible zeppelin. He tipped his top hat to La Sola and left.
La Sola shed a tear as the Hammer departed. She really had loved him. But when she saw the pictures from Eliza’s files… she knew she had to punish him. It wouldn’t be forever of course. She was sure that sooner or later Doc would find a way to escape, or some other heroes would find him. Then perhaps they could reconcile. He was a good man; he understood passion and would forgive her.
She put her costume back on and headed for the Gaea Building, rehearsing the story they had worked out to explain Hammer’s disappearance.
***
Val landed on her balcony about eight and entered the living room. She could see Shamrock in the kitchen stirring the tom yam gung and humming to herself.
The redhead was wearing a ‘Kiss the cook’ apron, a pair of white bikini panties with a Shamrock on the crotch and ass, and nothing else.
“Hey Valentine” she blew a kiss. “What’s in the box? A surprise?”
“Yes, sort of.”
“Yay! I have a surprise for you too!”
“I think…” Val considered for a second. Surely there was nothing wrong with one last night with her lover? Surely she could do in the morning. Then she remembered how the last few mornings had been when barely had the energy to dress and realized it was now or never.
“Let me show you mine first. Cover your eyes for a second.”
Shamrock giggled and did as she was told.
“Shamrock uncover your eyes and listen.”
Shamrock became as stiff as a statue and looked ahead blankly.
“You will fall into a deep dreamless sleep.”
Shamrock crumpled to the floor.
***
Val cradled Shamrock’s limp, mostly nude body in her arms and carried her towards the bedroom. She would lie the girl down and take time to carefully edit her thoughts, feelings and memories. As far as Shamrock would remember she had spent a lot of time with Val while Rising Sun was out of the country but now that her friend was back didn’t want so see Val too much. Her memories of the ‘dream date’ and everything that followed would be gone. Her brief change in attitude came from watching one of Maple Leaf’s self-improvement videos. But she found it too tiring.
The helmet was on the kitchen table, she’d put it back on once she was ready to start.
She opened the bedroom door with her foot and was greeted with the now-familiar must of arousal. Her sensitive nostrils could smell her own, Shamrocks… and one other.
Something stirred on the bed. Val almost dropped Shamrock at the shock. Her eyes instantly adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom. There was someone in her bed. She was slim, her pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat, she had a head of rich silky dark hair and was completely nude. Between her legs hummed one of Val’s modified vibrators. The girl was tied spread-eagled to the bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the head and footboards. The bound girl looked up at Val and Shamrock expectantly. It took a second for Val to realize the girl was Rising Sun. Val was shocked.
She never realized how much RS padded her top.
Well that and the fact RS was tied up naked in her bedroom.
Shamrock’s ‘surprise’ no doubt.
She put Shamrock down on the floor and went to untie Rising Sun. The Japanese girl squirmed and sighed when Val’s hand touched her leg.
Val stopped.
Shamrock still loved her. Rising Sun obviously wanted this. And didn’t Val deserve one last night?
No she couldn’t!
But if Rising Sun really wanted it…
And Shamrock was willing…
The decision was made when Shamrock woke up and pinned her to the bed. Rising Sun smiled expectantly. Val gave in.
***
The next morning Valkyrie waved goodbye to her two teammates.
Teammates.
Nothing more.
And they never would be anything more.
As far as the Japanese and Irish girls were concerned they had too much wine at Rising Sun’s welcome back party and crashed at Val’s place. On the couch. Fully clothed.
And as far as the two heroines were concerned lesbian sex was disgusting and unnatural and they never wanted to even try it.
And never had.
It had taken a few hours of careful editing and programming to pull that off but Val was confident she had it right.
She had to be. There would be no second chances.
She held the helmet in both her hands. Last night before coming home she’d erased the computer files on it. Shredded the paper files. She had even used it on herself to erase her memories of how to build or modify one. She looked at the blue helmet again. Such a powerful tool. It had saved her teammates more than once from the influence of villains or the memories of their humiliating defeats. Val knew she would want it again some time. But… She could not trust herself with it.
Not anymore.
Last night had been the last time.
She closed her eyes and squeezed. The helmet shattered into a million pieces. She swept them into a pile and threw them out the window.
It was over. The helmet was gone. The Global Protectors would have to face the future without a ‘reset button’ to make everything right in the end.
Valkyrie’s communicator buzzed. A crazy redhead was trying to burn down Ross Memorial Hospital and the cops wanted superhero help. Val hurried off to her next adventure.
And that’s where we will leave
things for now. Over time the
Global Protectors stories have been getting a bit darker and now the team
is reaching the breaking point.
Will they come through the coming crisis and emerge stronger and more
heroic than ever before or will it mean the end of
them?
We’ll see when I get around to
writing ‘Global Protectors: All Fall
Down’.
In the meantime there will one maybe
two unfinished GP stories coming out. And maybe that Supergirl story I’ve been working
on for a while.
As always if there’s something
you like, something you hate, something you wish to see… LET ME
KNOW. Feedback is the only payment
I receive. Y’all ain’t
cheap are you?
Marcus Lycus