The Global Protectors versus The Wraith Lord

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: Falling Star

Konrad felt like he’d been running for hours in these tunnels. His suit was almost dead, the anti-grav drained, the gauntlets overheated, his force field on the fritz… And the American chick was still coming. He ducked behind a rock as she turned the corner calling him out.

"Yoo-hoo, come on out sugar, I know you’re there. Just come with me and I won’t hurt you. Much."

She was having fun again, teasing this loser. OK so she’d lost her cool for a bit back there, but no one saw that and who’d believe those two crooks anyway. Once she got this bozo single-handedly Star knew she’d be back on top.

Konrad was feeling humiliated. He wouldn’t mind it as much if Tigress or Valkyrie or someone with a brain in her head was about to take him down but after twelve years as a merc and Konrad was about to be beaten by a bubble-headed bleach blond. He tossed a rock to distract her and sprinted for small, dark side tunnel. ‘Damn it, if anything on this suit still worked I’d fry her ass."

Then the whisper started… "I can help you…swear yourself to me and I will give you victory…"

Konrad almost cried out, it sounded like the damn voice was speaking inside his helmet.

"Swear yourself to me… what do you have to lose?"

"I see you!" Star yelled tossing a half-ton boulder at him like it was a tennis ball. And she tossed it underhand, geeze.

As he jumped out of the way Konrad cried out "I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever you want just let me beat this bitch!" On his suit red lights turned green, force field, anti-grav, blasters and… the mind control helmet.

Konrad took a good look at Star’s tits and smiled.

***

Jillian Havre, AKA Maple Leaf walked down the twisting central corridor her keen senses alert for any trouble. She was one of the most experienced of the Global Protectors, not only had she had her powers longer than most, before that she had been a district attorney in Toronto, fighting crime in a mundane but no less important way. Her keen mind and knowledge of the law had made her the natural leader of the GPs. She was not happy about how this mission had went. Star needed a lot of work and she should never have sent Rising Sun and Shamrock off on their own. They were OK, but not nearly as good as Valkyrie or Tigress. Jillian felt a bit guilty about whatever had happened to them. She should have known it was risk and split the teams differently. Well hopefully they’d finish off the last power suit goon and find her teammates soon. Which reminded her…

"Val? Star? And sign of him?"

Her communicator only returned static. Damn. They were supposed to be able to broadcast through rock, she’d have to talk to Rising Sun about this. When she found her.

Maple Leaf considered for a second whether to keep on or go back but decided she’d already lost two members today and wasn’t going to risk any more. She’d fly back and find the other two and they’d search the place together.

Daily practice gave her enough control over her flying powers to hover in place and fly even in these constrained conditions, she quickly flew back the way she’d come looking for the three-way branch. But even after flying back several minutes she couldn’t find it. She turned around again. And then again. Now she didn’t even recognize the corridor. The stonework was different, while it had been rough stone blocks now it there was some marble and some carvings on the walls. Disturbing carvings she didn’t want to look at too closely. And now there were side passages where before it had been one corridor.

Starting to worry she yelled "Valkyrie?! Star?! Can you hear me?" Her cries echoed through the labyrinth but no answer came.

Maple Leaf perked up her ears trying to catch some sound. Ahead she heard faint cries. It almost sounded like… Shamrock?

She flew ahead as fast as she dared, listening for the source of the cries, but every time she seemed to get close they moved, leading her down tunnels and up corridors until she had no idea where she was.

"SHAMROCK! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

But the cries only got softer. Maple Leaf took off again.

She never even noticed the white mist curling around the corridor floor.

***

Valkyrie proceeded down the right hand corridor trying not to let concern overwhelm caution and reason. She knew this was a mistake, against three of them even a VX power suit didn’t stand a chance but in close quarters, one on one, they could be picked off too easily. But then again who knew what was happening to their two friends? Maybe Maple Leaf was right to take this risk. Valkyrie knew all too well that the most logical decision was not always the right one.

This corridor sloped downward at a moderately steep angle. There was also a surprising head wind, almost enough to knock a normal girl off her feet. Luckily Valkyrie was far from ordinary. Not only was she a Global Protector with powers of flight, super strength and limited invulnerability, she was considered the smartest of the group and one of their best fighters. She knew for example that this wind was not natural, nor was it strong enough to represent some sort of security system. Even a mildly determined foe could make way against it. Was it a venting system for whatever was down there?

Whatever it was it was growing stronger, and colder. Her hair fell out of its practical bun, flying loose behind her. With the wind howling in her ears she wouldn’t be able to hear the communicator, or be warned of an ambush. She thought about going back, or calling the others but… she shook her head. She’d just go on a bit further…

And independent observer would have realized this was a telltale sign her mind was being influenced, but Valkyrie could not make that connection.

The wind grew sharper, literally. A cold gust hit her on the side cutting off a thin ribbon of her costume and drawing a bit of blood. The pain snapped Val out of her daze, she tried to hover, to use her flying power to propel her forward but as hard as she pushed the wind came back harder. Knife-like gusts tore scraps from her glove, boot, mask and shoulder strap (exposing one magnificent breast). Her cheek was bleeding and so was her brow, the blood spilling into her right eye. She tried to turn around to flee back up but the wind just changed direction hitting her from the other side with even greater force. She fell to the floor and had to grip a stone to keep from being swept away.

She was so cold, even colder than in Sweden, colder than she had ever been in her life, the wind seemed to go through her psycho-kinetic field, through her costume, even through her skin cutting through every part of her body and mind. She was crying then, her tears freezing as they fell from her eyes.

She felt like, like, she was dying again. Like all the GP, she had died once before. She’d been a scientist named Vedia Hanson researching a way to tap the energy of the northern lights in a remote lab in Sweden. Goons from Villainy eXtreme broke in hoping to steal her research and kill the witnesses. She’d fled into the snow with vital computer disks while her mentor Dr. Olson tried to delay them. She’d heard them shoot him as she climbed out the window. She didn’t know how long she fled, evading the goons in the snowy forest with only a dress and a lab coat for protection. They found her 2 days later, frozen, but she’d bludgeoned both goons unconscious with a pine branch. Dr. Boyd, the enigmatic scientist, was in Sweden at the time testing his experimental technique of activating the body’s latent psychic energy. Hearing about her, he used the Boyd Treatment and it actually worked. Vedia Hanson had been born again as Valkyrie the avenging heroine of Sweden, the GP’s ice queen.

She relived all of this as the wind cut through her, cutting her costume and her skin with equal ease.

She thought about how she had changed since her rebirth. She seemed smarter, learning new languages and new sciences easily. Dr. Boyd speculated the treatment had done more than enhance her body, it had also altered her mind. But she rejected this theory claiming it was just that she applied herself more, and with perfect health and little need for sleep (two more beneficial effects of the treatment) she was just able to get more done. They’d argued it many times, but never reached a satisfactory conclusion.

There had been another change too. She’d never been that interested in men before, but since her rebirth she cared nothing for them. She found women’s forms more attractive, their grace and beauty more interesting than brutal, brutish men. And she found her teammates, each a perfect example of womanhood, the most interesting of all. But she knew it was impossible, unthinkable and had said nothing. So she remained their ‘ice queen’ calm, cool, aloof and unfeeling. She sometimes felt trapped in that role, afraid to show that she cared. Such a shame, because she cared so much…

All of this ran through her mind as the wind cut her costume to shreds and the strength left her limbs. Finally she let go and was carried down, down into blissful oblivion.

***

Shamrock sobbed and cried as she was dragged by her hair through the dungeons. Behind her Rising Sun tried to remember their route but could barely pay attention as she was painfully dragged over the cold stone. Her hands and legs were still bound in VX’s cuffs and a lot of her body was numb. What wasn’t numb hurt.

What were these creatures? Some VX experiment? Some new group of superhumans? Or something much, much worse?

At last they stopped. The demon let go of Rising Sun’s hair dropping her head harshly onto the stone floor. Painfully she sat up and looked around… They were in a round vault with several doors leading from it. There was a design on the floor, some sort of star in a circle but with other signs and runes mixed in. The ceiling was tall, suspended from it were glass tubes, each one with a different woman inside. The two creatures that had taken them flapped their wings (too small to support their mass Rising Sun noted) and flew away leaving the two girls alone.

On her knees, Rising Sun crawled over to Shamrock who was hunched in a ball sobbing quietly. "Hush Shannon, they’re gone now. We have to try and get away."

"Oh Kisume, don’t you see? We can’t escape! Those are devils! We’re in hell!"

***

It was almost nightfall when the two reporters got to the ruined camp. The VX goons seemed to have fled and there was no sign of the Global Protectors either.

"Um boss, maybe we should head for the plane? Or find a radio? This place is pretty dead."

"Maybe, maybe" Wolfe said finding a flashlight in the wreckage. "But first let’s just take a look at some of those caves there. My reporter’s instincts say that’s where everyone’s gone and if we want the story that’s where we have to go."

Clyde sighted and picked up his camera again. "Ah well, at least the girls are pretty hot. Maybe their costumes, y’know, got ripped and stuff. Last month I got a primo pic of Ultra Woman’s tits after a fight."

"Clyde, that ain’t even the best you can hope for. Ever hear about what happened when they fought Villainy eXtreme in that shopping mall last year?"

***

Konrad took to the air and blasted the American square in the tits (‘why not go for the biggest target?’ he thought). Surprised, she flew back hitting the wall with a satisfactory thud.

"Time for some flag burning!" Konrad quipped, firing a wide-angle blast penetrating Star’s weakened psychokinetic field and shredding what was left of her costume.

She tried to stagger to her feet, to turn and run but he was on top of her in seconds slugging her in the face and kicking her between the legs. She fell to her knees and looked up at him with frightened eyes.

"Wait! I give up! I quit! Please, I’ll do whatever you want!"

He thought for a second about accepting her offer but you never know, it could be a trick. He activated the mind control helmet.

She looked confused for a second, but then her eyes lost focus. He gave his first command and her eyes focused again. They focused on his bulging cock clearly visible through the skin-tight power suit. Careful to keep the helmet on, Konrad unzipped the front of his suit, exposing his erect member to the cold air. The girl’s lips were on it instantly, kissing and caressing, sucking it like a pro. She mauled her own breasts and fingered herself moaning in joy.

‘Mmm, just like I always wanted.’

***

Maple Leaf was confused and frustrated. She couldn’t even tell what was what anymore in this crazy place. Passageways and corridors and caves met at all sorts of crazy angles and no matter how hard she tried to retrace her steps she could never find her way back to the same place again. She heard more voices, Star begging for mercy, Valkyrie muttering about cold, Rising Sun promising to escape, but she could never pin them down. With nothing else to do she started tearing through the nearest wall figuring if she could just go in one direction she had to get somewhere.

Tearing through the stone wall was hard work but lead to another corridor. She tried exploring it for a few minutes but decided to keep going straight through the next wall. And the next.

Soon her red gloves were shredded and she was winded. How far did these tunnels go? She tore through the next wall, her hands starting to bleed from the effort and found…

A hole? One of her holes? Looking ahead her through the row of holes, she squinted and could just make out… a woman in a white and red costume with her back to her. No. That’s impossible. Some kind of trick. Right? She looked behind and saw the same woman, now looking the other way.

"NO!" she yelled and started flying forward through the holes one by one faster and faster chasing the woman ahead who always stayed out of her reach.

Finally she collapsed in a corridor exhausted. She turned and ran the down a passage, away from the unnatural loop. She didn’t hear her teammates any more but did hear footsteps behind her. She turned to face her pursuer.

"Who the fuck are you? Come on! Let’s do this!"

But there was nothing there. She slowly turned around again and then she felt it, a quick slash across her back leaving a thin gash. She stumbled and kicked behind her but hit nothing. Then another slash across her buttocks drew blood again. She backed up quickly putting the stone wall behind her and looking both ways down the corridor.

"Come on asshole! You want to play, come here!"

Something scratched her leg tearing her red and white boot making her lose her footing and stumble to her knees. Another slash at her back followed, then one at her arm as she tried to get up.

Suddenly afraid, Maple Leaf picked a direction and ran as fast as she could. She was too tired to fly but the heels on her boots hobbled her. The boots were really sexy but they’d been chosen on the assumption the girls would fly everywhere. They just weren’t made for running!

More slashes followed her, inflicting minor cuts on her legs and back and keeping her running. She stumbled and fell skinning her bare knees and elbows. More cuts followed sending her running again, panting and afraid. Looking behind her she could now see some sort of man-like shape behind her growing clearer and larger every time she looked. Turning yet another corner the fleeing heroine finally hit a dead end. She spun around to get out before it reached her but…

Too late.

It was creature from her nightmares, from everyone’s nightmares. Seven feet tall, at least five feet wide, a humanoid body with a wolf head, clawed limbs, bat wings, a long thin tail and thick red fur. Maple Leaf could not help but stare at the long, erect member protruding from between its legs.

She threw a desperate punch at the monster’s groin, connecting with her still-considerable strength. The creature was unmoved, it just grabbed her by the shoulders with its beefy claws and lifted her into the air. Trying again, she pulled up her legs kicking him in the chest with all her force but nothing happened. It pulled her closer, she could smell its rotten breath and sulfur stink of its matted fur. It slammed her against the rear wall a few times knocking the breath from her body almost sending her into consciousness but not quite. Once she was sufficiently still the beast moved closer practically burying her face in its fur as its large thick penis pried it’s way between her closed thighs. The Canadian resisted as long as she could before it finally entered her. The demon gripped her tighter, cutting off her air and howled.

Defeated, Maple Leaf screamed.

***

Valkyrie awoke screaming. She sat up straight in a comfortable bed with a warm down comforter over her. Haunted by her memories she took several deep breaths assuring herself she was alive, not frozen, not dead in a snow bank somewhere.

When she felt more in control of herself she finally looked around. She was in a windowless brick room but with a nice 4-poster bed, a dresser, wardrobe, and even a make up table and mirror. There was just one door, a thick oak one. The door was closed but someone must be nearby since there was a warm fire in the hearth. She also smelled something cooking not too far away. Somehow the strange room reminded Vedia of her grandmother’s house when she was young.

She looked down, her blue and gold costume and mask were gone, replaced by a thin white silk nightgown, her hair had even been tied up back in its customary bun. She looked at her arms and legs, the cuts were gone. Had she been out that long? She moved to the edge of the large bed and got to her feet, she felt so weak. She managed a few steps before falling to the floor in a heap.

The door opened and a woman ran in. She looked familiar for a second… she had Rising Sun’s high cheekbones, Shamrock’s caring eyes, La Sola’s curves and moved with the grace and pride of Tigress. Like Valkyrie she was dressed in a silk nightgown, only hers was a soft pink. She was perhaps 5’5" shorter than Valkyrie who was nearly 6’ tall but she carried herself with more power or confidence than many taller women. Sprawled on the floor Valkyrie could not look away from her.

The woman leaned down next to the heroine holding her and helping her sit up.

"I am so sorry miss, I went to prepare you some soup and left you alone. You must not try to get up, you must be so weak."

Valkyrie breathed heavily and willed her heart to slow down, she did feel weak, even this simple effort had tired her out. But she felt herself drawing some strength from this woman’s warm embrace and was soon able to sit up on her own. "W-who are you? Where are we?"

"My name is Circe, like you I am a prisoner of the Wraith Lord."

"Wraith Lord? You mean the spirit king the old myths speak of?"

"The same I think, only they were not myths, they were facts. He had taken many women over the years, I do not know how many."

"My God. I have to find my friends, help them."

"Miss, you are too weak to stand, what can you do for your friends?"

Circe gently helped Valkyrie back into the bed and returned with a tray and some hot soup for her fellow prisoner.

As she ate, Valkyrie told her new friend her story, from her painful origins to her current frustrations. The feelings and secrets just spilled out to this special woman who was helping her. Her companion listened with sympathy, offering comforting words, understanding her so well.

Then Circe told the story of how she and her friends from college were camping in the hills here only to be taken in the night. Her friends had been tortured and violated while she watched helpless to interfere, her own impotence was her torture. Now she had been painfully alone for weeks or months until Valkyrie had been deposited in her care. She promised to help Valkyrie escape as soon as the Swede was strong enough to try.

When Val was done, Circe gathered the bowl and tray and returned them to the small kitchen, telling Valkyrie she would sleep on the floor by the fire so as not to disturb the exhausted heroine. But Valkyrie called her back, pointing out how large the bed was.

Circe closed the curtains around the bed and shyly joined her under the sheets. At first she stayed on the far side, away from her new companion. But slowly she crept closer to Valkyrie finally snuggling up against the statuesque woman. Valkyrie was torn about what to do, her hands desperately wanted to embrace her new friend, her long legs wanted to rub between hers but she had to stop herself. It wasn’t right, the poor girl just wanted to be warm. She was just lonely. Val could not, would not, take advantage of her, it was bad enough she’d already lured the girl into bed. Then she felt Circe’s hands on her shoulders pulling down the silk gown and Circe’s lips moving close to her own.

Valkyrie tried to say something, to think of some objection but the girl shushed her. "I am sorry Val, but I have been alone her for so long, please, please say yes?"

Valkyrie shuddered, and tried again to stop her but her body betrayed her, her arm hugged the girl and pulled her closer, her legs opened obediently allowing the girl’s legs to slide between hers. Her open mouth just could not form any words until Circe’s lips closed over hers and their tongues met.

"Circe" she finally whispered, "I never, I mean this is my first…"

"I know Val, it is the first time for me as well."

Despite their inexperience, neither girl got much rest that night.

***

The Wraith Lord descended from the ceiling towards the two prone girls on the floor. They’d had enough time to think, to plan, to come to terms with their situation. Now it was time to show it was all in vain.

With nothing but a bare skull for a face he did not have many options for an expression. But if he had, he would have grinned. More than usual for a skull that is. Oh you know what I mean.

The redheaded girl was nearly panicked, feeding him enough fear to power his dark magic for months. The exotic raven-haired girl was still in disbelief, still hoping for a rational explanation and a last minute rescue. Her crushed hopes and shattered worldview would be a delicious meal.

Seeing him and the two Demon Wraiths beside him Shamrock tried desperately to crawl away but Rising Sun held her ground, staring at her captors with analytical detachment. Clearly they could not be what they looked like, she just had to figure out what they were and she could beat them. She decided the time had come to demand some answers.

"Who are you?" she barked at the mysterious being.

"Please, Kisume" Shamrock begged "don’t make him mad!"

The Wraith Lord glided down to the Japanese girl and took her face in his cold hand. Lifting her she shuddered unwillingly as the bone-chilling cold hit her.

"Who am I? My lady I have lived for over a thousand years, I have slain heroes and enslaved demons! I am the necromancer, the duke of death, the Wraith Lord! My lady, I am POWER!"

Rising Sun looked into the creature’s eyes and saw it all. One thousand years of torture, pain and bloodletting. She saw great heroines debased, abused and corrupted, their beautiful bodies beaten and scared, their once proud faces begging for mercy. Rising Sun saw it and knew there was no hope, everything she had believed was a lie, there were demons, there were monsters, and they had her now.

Behind them Shamrock saw the demon doing something to her friend. Reaching deep inside herself she summoned up reserves of strength she did not know she had. She did not know if she could beat this devil but she knew she had to try. Straining with the effort she snapped the cuffs and rose into the air. "Let her go!" She swung her fists as hard as she could muster, breaking the Wraith Lord’s arm like a dry twig and knocking Rising Sun to the floor. But before Shamrock could land another blow the two Demon Wraiths were on her.

They pulled her into the center of the room, tearing off what was left of her uniform. She screamed and lashed out with her fists as one held her legs open and the other entered her. But she stopped struggling as the other then entered her from the rear provoking a cry of pain and terror. Sandwiched between them she shook helplessly back and forth as their claws tore ugly gashes in her white skin.

The Wraith Lord pressed his skeletal limb back into place, the damage repairing itself instantly. He turned to his other guest lying bound on the floor.

"Shannon…" she whispered.

He picked her up again by the chin, this time pointing her towards her suffering friend. Poor sweet Shamrock, who would not even kiss a boy on the first date, never had an unkind word for anyone, abused by two monsters from her nightmares. Rising Sun tried to think of something defiant, something strong to say. She tried to find some word of comfort to shout to her friend but she knew there was nothing. She had seen the face of the evil that had them and there was no hope. Shamrock had been right, they were in hell.

"Please…" she finally muttered "let her go, I’ll, I’ll do anything you want, just let her go."

"Anything? She is being punished for striking my person. Would you take her place?"

Rising Sun looked again. The demons had bent Shamrock in a painful position. One pulled her ankles up by her ears straining her tendons while the other pulled her arms out threatening to rip them from their sockets. All the while their massive members pumped in an out of the girl’s horribly distorted pelvis. Her screams had stopped, her voice had given out and her mouth just hung open twisted in an expression of indescribable pain.

"Would you take her place?"

Rising Sun opened her mouth, she tried to imagine what Shamrock must be feeling… she closed it again. She averted her eyes.

"I thought not."

The Wraith Lord reached down touching a finger to the cuffs. They grew colder and colder finally shattering like glass. He dropped Rising Sun and the cuffs on her ankles shattered the same way. He looked down at her on her knees. She did not dare get up.

"You do not wish to join Shamrock?"

"N-no" Rising Sun stammered.

"What would you do to avoid that?"

"A-anything."

"You mean it this time I assume."

Ashamed by her fear Rising Sun could not even look up to reply.

"Come" the Wraith Lord commanded.

Meek and fearful the Japanese girl obeyed.

***

Clyde hit his light as he and Wolfe entered the tunnels. At first they looked like caves but soon they could see stonework, like an old dungeon. They picked their way over a ruined concrete wall and continued down. They passed some dead bodies in VX uniforms, some of them cut up pretty bad.

"You don’t think the girls…"

"Dunno, just film it, we’ll decide who did it later."

"So, boss, how’d you meet that Star chick anyway?"

"Weirdest thing, I’m at home one night and hear this tapping on my balcony door. So I throw some pants on and check it out and there’s this amazing blonde in a red white and blue bikini there."

"Damn"

"Well it was kind of awkward cause I’d just banged Toni the intern and she was still in my bed. So I sneak quietly out there and this chick tells me how she’s the newest Global whatever and offers me an exclusive if I’ll make sure she’s a big story."

"So you agreed?"

"After she sucked my dick I did."

The both laughed at that.

Feeling bolder Clyde asked "So boss which of them do you think is the most fuckable?"

"Besides Star? Damn, they’re all some nice pieces of ass, but I gotta say the Jap chick. After she was such a fucking cock-tease on the flight over, I’d do her in a second, bend her over and show her a new kind of origami."

"More than Valkyrie?"

"Oh yeah. Now don’t get me wrong, she’s an impressive woman, if you like big women, but she’s totally in control. Reminds of this Russian ballerina I dated a couple years back. Women like that, they’re either a statue in bed, or they have to be on top. Not my thing."

"What about-"

"Sssh. Hold on a sec. Do you hear that? That voice? It’s saying something Come on!"

Clyde sighed as Wolfe lead him down a side tunnel, deeper underground.

***

Konrad was just about to cum when he heard the voice again.

"Bring her, bring her now…"

"Just. One. Minute." he muttered through grit teeth.

The whispering voice sounded almost amused as it answered. "You forget your place, and your oath…"

"I said, one minute!" he barked to the mysterious voice.

There was no reply but Konrad felt something grabbing his head pulling it back towards a tunnel and pulling his dick out of Star’s lips. He tried to fight twisting back to finish the job but it pulled harder, and harder.

His neck gave way with a loud snap!

Star blinked once, suddenly free of the mind control helmet but before she could react the man’s death throes made it empty its bladder sending a stream of hot liquid down Star’s throat.

She screamed and tried to get away from the body but the zombified goon just reached down and seized her by the hair and legs. Thrown over the zombie’s shoulders like a potato sack Star was carried deeper into the dungeons to begin a new phase of her torment.

***

The Wraith Lord embraced Rising Sun in his arms and they rose together through the ceiling. The cold from the necromancer’s body sucked the warmth from her, she lost feeling in her arms and legs but did not dare speak out. The drifted higher and higher past golden containers holding women of all descriptions. Finally they rose together through the stone ceiling and emerged in another room.

This one was filled with whips, chains, spiked cages and other implements of torture. Two women in black VX power suits were dragged in by a demon. Tasting her fear the Wraith Lord brought the young Japanese heroine to a balcony to watch. He kept her there for some time explaining the tortures in detail. She crossed her arms over her chest and hid her face with her hair and muttered, ‘Please not me, don’t do that to me’.

At last the VX girls were taken out and Shamrock was brought in. Her body was covered in long scratches, her hair and lower body were drenched in a sticky slime of unknown origin and her mouth hung open. Her eyes were unfocused and dazed as she was strapped to an X-shaped frame while a demon choose a whip. Rising Sun moaned in misery at the sight. Hearing her Shamrock looked up. She smiled then. She knew she could take anything, so long as her friend was safe. Ashamed, Kisume could not look back at her.

The Wraith Lord brought Kisume out before Shamrock’s torture began, though she did hear the screams as they went down the hall. He led her to a closed door and gestured for Kisume to enter. "Serve them and no harm will come to you. Fail them and they will ring the bell, and my Demon Wraiths will come…"

Rising Sun nodded and opened the heavy door. Inside was a medium sized brick room with a table in the center and some chairs. J. Buckley Wolf Jr. and Clyde were sitting there enjoying a rich meal of roast deer and ale. They looked like they were in some kind of inn or something. Between was a small metal bell.

Buck slapped his leg and called her over. Confused, Rising Sun looked back at the closing door saying "Mr. Wolfe? Listen, we have to get out of here-"

"Uh-uh bitch, not like that. You’re here for us now. So come ‘ere babe, and be nice and sexy. Sexy and submissive, you got it?"

Rising Sun’s eyes went wide. Him too? No, he can’t really…

Buck moved his hand closer to the bell on the table, "Now sit down china doll, and show me how happy you are."

Kisume thought of Shamrock, thought of the other heroines she had seen and made her decision.

"Yes sir mista Wurufu" She moved her tight ass onto his lap wiggling it a bit and ran her fingers through his thinning hair.

Clyde turned on his camera.

Buck took his time with the girl. He didn’t touch her or tell her to do anything. He just asked "ain’t there something you want to do babe?"

Afraid, Rising Sun thought quickly "Oh mista Buck, can I take off my, uh, gloves?"

"If you want toots!" he laughed.

She slowly pulled off her white gloves putting them on the table freeing her fingers to touch her captor. She stroked his neck and admired his ‘big muscles’.

It was a game Wolfe had played many times with hostesses, journalism students and interns. He never told the girl in his power to do anything, he let them make offers and followed up. Some girls came up some pretty kinky stuff.

He poked her again "something else you want to do?"

She offered her boots, then her mask. This girl really knew how to drag it out. Wolfe loved it. Finally the Japanese girl gracefully shed her costume, hoping it would not go much farther.

But Wolfe didn’t touch her, he just sat there eating his venison and drinking beer. Rising Sun by then knew the rules of the game and knew what she had to say.

"Mista Buck, you want to touch my breasts? Beri nice for you."

So he did. She made some more offers and accepted them too. He fingered her pussy until she was wet and held her open for Clyde’s all-seeing camera. She tried to smile and almost pulled it off, only the tears of shame falling from her eyes spoiled the look.

Finally, he poked her again. The moment of truth…

"Mista Buck, do you… do you want… do you want to fuck me…"

Even now she could barely say it.

"I dunno doll, fuck you where?"

"In here?"

He slapped her lightly on the cheek. She got the idea.

"I mean, do you want to fuck my pussy? It’s nice and wet."

"Nah doll, I’ve already been there."

"You want blow job? I give you good head."

"Nah, not really my thing y’know. But Clyde might like that."

The neglected cameraman nodded enthusiastically.

Rising Sun finally broke character pleading "please, please don’t make me ask…"

The hand reached for the bell, panicking she intercepted it, pulling it away, then gracefully stroking it with her long nimble fingers.

"Mista Buck…" her voice broke "do you… my ass?"

"What’s that babe? I didn’t hear you that time."

"please, please fuck my ass."

"Well, OK I guess, if that’s what you want. But you gotta give Clyde here a blow job too, I think he’s waited long enough."

Nodding, Rising Sun got on all fours and opened her mouth.

"Oh and don’t forget to smile and thank us, it’s the least you can do cunt."