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 5: Star Fire

Star watched the Wraith Lord bring Shamrock down gently, his power levitating her so as not further disturb her injured flesh. The Irish girl looked at him with undisguised gratitude. Through the pain, through the gag Star tried to yell ‘NO!’. What had she done wrong? She’d do anything, literally anything not to be hurt, but he was letting the Irish slut go instead.

A Demon Wraith picked up a discarded whip. For a second Star thought she had no skin left unmarked, maybe this time the whip wouldn’t hurt as much.

She was wrong.

Through it all she wondered, Why me? Why not her? What did I do wrong?

***

Valkyrie and Circe made desperate passionate love back in their quarters, relived to still be alive and whole and together. Circe whispered thanks into Val’s ear, "it was so terrible, I could never stand it, you were so brave to protect me, you must not let them hurt me". Valkyrie nodded and promised again.

"Don’t forget, those girls aren’t really your friends. They were never warm to you, they made you hide your feelings and tempted you, taunted you. Remember how miserable you were? What if the really knew how you felt? Remember the awful things Star said? They could never understand you. They deserved it didn’t they?"

Silently Val nodded.

"You were a hero today. A hero. You gave of yourself to protect me, no matter how hard it was. Now my hero" she said moving her head between Val’s open legs "it’s time for your reward."

Valkyrie lay there letting Circe pleasure her, hoping the girl would exhaust her, send her into a deep, dreamless sleep where she would not see Shamrock’s face or hear Star’s cries. She knew she’d done the right thing, if she had disobeyed Circe would have been among them up there, but she could still hear Shamrock’s damning questions in her mind.

Circe had grown quite skilled and eventually even Valkyrie could stand no more and drifted into a much-needed sleep.

***

Circe made sure Val was asleep and climbed off the woman. She walked to the center of the room and stretched her nude body before the fireplace. Her back cracked audibly as she continued to stretch growing almost two feet. In the firelight her skin turned a darker red, her lips black. She whipped her hair a few times, it grew as well and turned pitch black. Finally she took a deep breath and great black wings erupted from her back. After a long time in disguise the Succubus was revealed once more. She dropped to her knees as her master descended through the ceiling. He placed an icy claw on her head. "Report my servant." he commanded in his native Vlaxian.

"The woman is mine. She will do anything I wish."

"Did you use a glamour?"

"N-no my lord, never my lord, as you ordered. I have made myself everything she wants, everything she never knew she wanted. She follows me because she is in love."

"Excellent. You are sure she will perform the ritual?"

"You saw her today my lord."

"Excellent. When she sacrifices her friends their despair will raise the psychic energy ten-fold. My powers will exceed even their earlier levels and I will never be trapped again. Strange, I feel I will rather miss this place."

"Must we leave master?"

"Stalin came too close to defeating me. He made me realize my weakness in being bound to one place. From now, the entire world will be my playground, all of womanhood will be my buffet. I think I will animate Stalin’s corpse and make it serve me."

"Perhaps also we can find my lost brother, he has been alone in the world too long."

"Ah yes, the Incubus. He would have liked these Global Protectors. Perhaps he can have their remaining teammates."

"Master, if I may… can you spare Valkyrie? She is strong and bound to you now. She would make a great soldier, or slave or plaything."

"Have you taken a liking to her? She is quite pleasant to look at is she not? Well after her friends are sacrificed we shall see. Now present yourself, it has been too long."

The Succubus spread her legs wide and cupped her red breasts. The Wraith Lord’s *ahem* apparatus was long gone but he still had ways to entertain himself. His claw reached through her face touching her brain sampling her memories. Another reached down between the legs filling her pussy with his freezing cold bony digits.

In pain the Succubus tried to smile at her cruel master.

The Wraith Lord enjoyed her pain for some time. In his centuries of existence he had enslaved many nethercreatures forcing them to be his servants. It was hard to torture a demon, to break their pride, he was rather proud of his ability to do so.

***

In bed, Valkyrie heard and understood much of what was said, though she did not know it. For year she had used sleep tapes to further her studies and the skill had not left her. So the knowledge entered her unconsciousness and disturbed her rest.

***

Wolfe did not even wait to return before violating Rising Sun again. Outside the vault he threw the weeping girl against a stone wall, pulled the thin spandex covering her sex to one side and plunged himself into her. He pumped in several times heaping insults on the humiliated heroine. "Damn bitch, that was cold, fucking over your friend like that. Guess your kind would betray anyone to save yourself."

Through her tears Kisume looked at Wolfe’s cruel face and knew this was the end. She’d betrayed her friend, failed her, no matter what happened now she had faced their worst. She reached up grabbing Wolfe’s hair.

"Yeah, babe, yeah, you’re getting into it, feels good huh, nothing like living on the edge…"

She snapped his neck and let the body fall to the ground his cum pooling at her feet. She took some deep breaths crouching on the floor waiting for the Wraith Lord’s servants to come. None of them did. Was this really her chance? She crept back towards the vault, maybe, maybe if she moved fast, with surprise on her side…

She slowly opened the door but beyond was only another corridor. ‘Shimatta, damn, I was sure this was it.’ Doubling back she tried some other doors finding cells and even a torture chamber. She flinched from that and moved quickly away soon losing her way in the maze of corridors and caves. That’s when the smell reached her. Fresh air, flowers, trees… an exit! Following the smell she found a staircase, which lead to a corridor, which sloped upward! Rising Sun followed it ignoring the side passages and doors until she finally saw a blue sky far ahead. The promise of freedom invigorated the heroine. For the first time in… in a long time she took to the air and flew towards the exit.

"Help me… please someone…"

She was just meters from freedom when she heard it.

"Please! Someone!"

Shamrock? Could it be… She hovered indecisively for a second. The rational part of her mind said it might be a trap, even if it wasn’t, she could return for Shamrock soon with reinforcements. But… she’d failed her friend before, could she do it again?

"Ah!"

A cry of pain, Rising Sun turned back flying as fast as she could towards the source of the cry.

She found her in a side passage her face pressed against a barred window in a door. "Kisume! Kisume, I knew you’d find me when they said you’d escaped. You’ll help me won’t you? You won’t hurt me will you? Please Kisume!"

"Shamrock…" she muttered holding her friend’s face through the bars. "I was so wrong, I was so afraid, I’m so sorry. Please Shannon, please, I’m sorry. Now stand back from the door, we’re going to leave together."

With a powerful kick Rising Sun reduced the door to splinters but her friend wasn’t in front of her. "Shamrock?"

Rising Sun was in a large arena-like chamber with a high ceiling, rows of empty stone benches and walls studded with iron spikes. She heard her friend behind her and started to turn when the steel clad fist hit her knocking her across the room. She was sprawled on the floor trying to focus when the whips hit shredding her costume across the front leaving livid welts. She looked up and saw Shamrock. The Irish girl was still in her torn costume, red lines crossed her fair skin and dried blood caked the inside of her legs. One hand was covered by a spiked steel glove, in the other she had a familiar-looking nine-tailed whip with studded lashes. Looking down at her friend she smiled, and swung the whip again causing Rising Sun to cry out in pain.

"Shamrock, please, we can get out but we have to-ah!"

"Shamrock, I’m sorry but-ah!"

"PLEASE! We have to-" her last plea was cut off as Shamrock punched her in the stomach cracking a rib. She grabbed her friend by the hair then and spun her, releasing her into the wall, nearly breaking her legs. Rising Sun staggered to her feet painfully as Shamrock advanced swishing the whip before her.

"You stupid whore! Fuck you! Fuck you!" RS unleashed a tsunami of blows at Shamrock bloodying the redhead’s face and knocking her back. An expert kick to Shamrock’s chin knocked her flat on her back.

"Damn it. You think you’re the only one they hurt? Do you think that was easy? There’s a way out of here. You can stay and play the Wraith Lord’s games you idiot but I’m going." Turning to leave Rising Sun did not see Shamrock reaching for the whip until the lashes were wrapped around her injured leg. Shamrock pulled the Japanese girl to the floor and stood over her. Two or three blows from the steel gauntlet silenced her, leaving RS dazed but still vaguely aware."Don’t call me an idiot! You… you tortured me, you, you, bitch. How do you like this?"

She took the thick handle of the whip and viciously jammed it between Rising Sun’s legs, twisting it until blood flowed freely. Rising Sun lay barely moving, hyperventilating from pain as Shamrock looked over her handiwork. Then Shamrock fell to her knees and cried.

***Maple Leaf cried when the zombie pried her loose from the red demon. She did not love the creature, she hated him with all her heart but she had grown used to her time in the darkness. And she knew that whatever fresh punishment was coming would be even worse. The zombie (still in his VX power suit, with a rotten member still exposed) dragged her to a small door and tossed her through. The cell was low and dark, like her old home. Thankfully there was a trickle of water in the corner, she had her first drink in what must be months. She found some wrappers, protein bars it looked like, could there be a promise of food?

In time the door opened again, Star, bleeding and crying was tossed in to join her. From the corner (under the wonderful, wonderful water) Maple Leaf regarded the traitor. She’d heard what Star said, Jenni would have abandoned her bright, kind teammate, would have tortured her if she’d had the chance. She deserved no pity so Maple Leaf showed her none.

In time the window opened and a few protein bars dropped in. Jillian leapt on them before Star could move, devouring her first real food since her capture.

In time Star recovered somewhat and spoke to her leader. She tried apology, flattery, jokes, pleas, everything but the Canadian never answered. Eventually her throat was too dry to speak. Jenni then tried to get to the water but the other growled and drove her way. When the next handful of protein bars arrived Star tried once to one but Maple Leaf clawed her face viciously sending her scrambling back to her corner. She tried twice more but was defeated each time.

Maple Leaf sat amongst her protein bar wrappers glaring at the traitor. With food and water and rest she felt better. In fact she started to feel a familiar itch between her thighs. She didn’t hesitate to act. Grabbing Star by her dyed hair she dragged the girl to the water trickle, holding her mouth open forcing her to drink long and deep. Once the girl’s tongue was wetted she slid the girl’s head between her legs. Star knew what to do.

Maple Leaf had learned something in that darkness, there were no teams, no partners, no friends. Just strong and weak. And she would never be weak again.

***

Rising Sun awoke in pain in a familiar bed, the bed she had shared with Wolfe. She was dressed in one of her nightgowns from the wardrobe. Had it been a dream? He injuries said otherwise. She listened and smelled. Someone humming? Stew cooking?

Even with their improved healing there was only so much punishment a heroine could take. Rising Sun could hardly walk and had to lean against the wall for support. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen and found Shamrock there in a dress and apron making some stew, looking completely domestic.

Rising Sun tried to stagger back, lost her footing and fell painfully. Shamrock knelt down. "Oh Kisume, you shouldn’t be on your feet. Let me help you back to bed."Still afraid the Japanese girl tried to push her away "leave me alone!"

"No, no Kisume, you don’t… I… it’s OK now. I mean we’re even now, we can be friends again, like before."

"You can’t? you don’t? no, you don’t really think that…"

"I’m sorry Kisume, but I had to… to do that. But it’s over now. Please, say it’s OK, please, say we’re still friends."

‘She’s serious’ Rising Sun realized. ‘She really thinks it’s OK now, she’s insane!’ Suddenly angry Rising Sun kicked the girl as hard as she could knocking her back, back against the stew pot spilling boiling water over the girl making her scream. Shamrock scrambled to her feet running past Rising Sun into the living room.

Rising Sun tried to call out to her but the words froze in her throat when she saw what the Irish girl was doing. She picked up a bell and rang it with enthusiasm.

"No…" Rising Sun muttered in despair as cold mist wrapped around her pulling her towards the door.

"Please don’t hurt her" Shamrock called "just… please... I just want to be friends again…"

***

Valkyrie was unusually quiet Circe noted. Their lovemaking was as passionate as ever, but it was the times in between where there had been conversation, and stories and jokes now there was silence. As a succubus Circe had never had to sustain a relationship. Normally she would just bind the human with spells and drain her victim dry. This seduction had tested her skills but she now felt her skills were reaching their limits. Really what was she supposed to do with her all day? Talk about the weather? Sports teams? Horrible tortures? Perhaps to the Wraith Lord it made sense they could just fuck all day long but Circe knew better.

She had to keep the Swede under control, normal control, without magic. When the time was right the Swede had to kill her friends of her own free will. Her betrayal and their despair would increase the energy released and make the Wraith Lord god-like in power. But time was running out. She had to tell the Wraith Lord to act fast before Val decided to break up with her.

Valkyrie wasn’t sure what the problem was. Maybe it had been, what happened to her friends. No matter how many times Circe reminded her of her promises, no matter how much she wanted to protect her lover it still, just was not right. Had it really been that cut-and-dried? Couldn’t she have fought back somehow?

But there was something else, something just one the edge of her consciousness that bothered her. Circe was so perfect for her… everything she ever wanted. Was she too perfect?

Val didn’t know where these thoughts came from but they bothered her, and she didn’t know what to do. Sometimes she dreamt of Circe and the Wraith Lord plotting against her and the Global Protectors, but that was impossible wasn’t it? Circe was so good, so pure, she would not hurt anyone. Would she?

Then one day she woke up alone. Circe was gone once more.

This time she waited calmly to see what would happen.

***

They returned Rising Sun in good time. She seemed fine, no obvious injuries. This time she smiled and spoke to Shamrock like a friend. Naturally Shamrock had locked away the bell after that one time and promised Kisume she would never do that again. Her friend had thanked her and said it was OK. But Shamrock knew that was a lie, she could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. This continued for a while, sometimes Shamrock could pretend they were friends again, but other times she could see the hated and fear in Kisume’s eyes. She had forgiven Kisume, why couldn’t her friend just forgive her?Finally Shamrock lost patience with her friend’s polite smiles and started screaming at her. Rising Sun just looked down and apologized. Shamrock started hitting her demanding some kind of sincere reaction, and was rewarded when Rising Sun started hitting her back. Things escalated, Shamrock used an iron skillet to beat RS into a daze, but when she let up and tried to reconcile the Japanese girl tossed the wardrobe onto her and then beat Shamrock with a table leg. In time every piece of furniture in the prison was destroyed and the two girls finally collapsed bleeding and exhausted to the floor. They glared at each other a while and then cleaned up as best they could. They did not speak to each other again.