Global Protectors – All Fall Down
By Marcus Lycus
Welcome back to the final Global Protectors story. The end is here! Worlds will live and worlds will die and something, something…
If you have not read the previous Global Protector stories you may want to check them out at my story page on the Wizard’s Lair before you read this one:
http://www.superheroinecentral.com/~wizard/Stories_MarcusLycus.htm
Legal Horrors – The Global Protectors are copyright, trademark etc. of Doctor Droid (www.superstories.org/droidzone) and are used with his permission. Other characters and text are copyright Marcus Lycus.
This story is meant for people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that. Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.
And finally, please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
October 2006
Part 2 – Setting Sun
AMERICAN TRUTH –
January 23 2006
(Cheery pop music plays over images of scantly-clad heroines smiling for the camera)
For the last five years you have seen them on billboards, TV commercials, and music videos. Good, loyal, Americans buy their clothes, their videos, and their books. Innocent children worship them as their idols. Girls want to be them, boys just want them.
(Images from La Sola’s swimsuit video, Rising Sun’s anime and Star’s music video flash. They are followed by images of girls dressed as the Global Protectors for conventions or Halloween. Images of screaming fans mobbing Aussie Girl and Star.)
But what do we really know about the Global Protectors?
(The music turns ominous; the images of innocent kids turn dark and spooky.)
Tonight on American Truth:
The Global Protectors: Threat or Menace?
Their press releases say the Global Protectors are nothing more than 8 beautiful young women in skimpy costumes dedicated to saving the world.
(Image of the eight heroines standing in the traditional ‘heroine pose’ hands on hips, big smile, legs apart. They’re wearing the team’s official costume; a strapless, backless leotard in the colors of each heroine’s flag complimented with a pair of matching boots. On their arms they wear heavy bracelets and around their necks are metal chokers.)
We’ve all been told how in the year 2000 the enigmatic Doctor Boyd perfected a process for creating superpowers by activating latent psychic energy in women. This process gives them the powers of super strength, flight and near invulnerability. Since then he searched the world seeking out women with the wisdom and heroic qualities necessary to become champions of justice who are here to protect the American way of life.
Or so they claim.
(Images of Global Protectors shaking hands with Arab Sheiks, African chieftains, Latin men in military uniforms and other suspicious looking foreigners.)
But seven of these ‘heroines’ are not even Americans.
Maple Leaf, the leader is from Canada
Tigress, second in command is from Kenya.
Valkyrie, the team’s scientist is from Sweden
Rising Sun, their electronics expert is from Japan.
La Sola, the Latin bombshell is from Argentina
Shamrock, their shyest member is from Ireland
Aussie Girl, their boldest member is from Australia (duh!)
And only Star, their most famous member is from the United States
But do we know if even that is true?
These ‘heroines’ refuse to even release their real names. For all the public knows they could be space aliens, clones, robots or even reanimated corpses!
(Clips from 50’s science fiction movies)
Sure they seem to be heroes…
(Rising Sun fighting a giant monster in Japan, Tigress delivering famine relief supplies in Africa and Valkyrie saving people during a tsunami.)
But what do we know about their real agenda?
(Shots of the UN Building, black helicopters, September 11th and Pearl Harbor)
They work for the ‘World Peace Institute’ an organization dominated by foreigners that has openly contradicted the United States’ policies on the Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism.
(Video clip of Maple Leaf saying “Islam is not the enemy.” Clip of Aussie Girl saying “Everyone knows this Iraq thing is bullocks!” Clip of Shamrock saying “Can’t we all just get along?”)
And how sincere is their heroism anyway? Last year Global Protectors Omnimedia grossed over $700 million dollars, most of it tax free.
(Montage of the Global Protector’s billboards, commercials and album covers)
Or their morals?
(Picture of a very drunk Star being dragged out of a club. La Sola making out with two men in a Barcelona night club, a blurry shot of Shamrock and Val kissing.)
Or the people around them who have mysteriously died or disappeared…
(A series of pictures show Eliza Fidelis (‘Global Protectors Manager’), Frank Norton (‘Janitor’), Billy Hatch (‘Businessman’), Antonio DiSeduttore (‘Reporter’) and J. Buckley Wolfe Jr. (‘Reporter’))
What did they learn about these so called heroes that required them to be silenced?
And what about the heroines how have mysteriously disappeared after an encounter with the Global Protectors?
(Montage of the Korean-American heroine White Crane, the Olympian Sun Girl, the strident Femme Avenger, the Englishwoman Spitfire and the wholesome Teen Angels)
Are they eliminating the competition?
Tonight we will examine the team in depth, from their inauspicious start where they allowed several bank robbers to escape…
(Picture of laughing gangers running off as Maple Leaf, Tigress and Valkyrie look on helplessly)
To Aussie Girl’s centerfold scandal…
(Edited pictures of Aussie Girl’s pictures from Meatrack)
Tonight on American Truth!
***
Alone in his study, J. Buckley Wolfe Senior hit stop on the video and wiped a small tear from his eye. Tonight was supposed to be the end of three years of careful research into those whores who had killed his only son. This show was supposed to be the capstone of his project to ruin the Global Protectors once and for all.
And no one would ever see it.
He remembered how his son disappeared during a mission with them back in 2002. Young Buck and his cameraman Clyde had gone with the team to cover a mission in Eastern Europe. The next day the heroines returned, without Buck or Clyde or any explanation of what happened to them. Wolfe Sr. had demanded answers for a week before they came out with a lame story about the reporters being killed by some villain called the Wraithlord. Wolfe and his reporters hounded them for more details but the usually media-conscious team had clammed up. They had nothing more to say about the Wraithlord case. For a while other stations got in on it. Even rival reporters tried to find out what happened to their colleagues. But then the Protectors beat the Black Baron and Star made her first music video and all was forgotten.
Except by Wolfe of course.
Since then Wolfe Sr. had used all the resources of Wolfe International News to discredit the Global Protectors. Whenever they lost their costumes during a battle WIN cameras were there to catch it. Whenever one of them said something foolish it would run on WIN for days. Whenever they were less than 100% effective against a villain WIN commentators racked them over the coals for incompetence. They should have been ruined a long time ago, just like that Senator from Massachusetts.
But they weren’t.
Somehow month after month, year after year the Global Protectors had become more and more popular, even dethroning the Avenging League of Justice for ‘Best Superhero Team’ at Cape TV’s annual Kirby Awards.
Advertisers started telling Wolfe to lay off. They spent a lot of money hiring the GP for endorsements and didn’t want him bad mouthing their spokeswomen. After Star’s big USO tour loyal viewers started writing in to tell him they Protectors are OK. After Aussie Girl’s porn shoot a lot of parents wrote in agreeing with Wolf but even more people wrote in how the GP were the only heroines who give fans what they want. Finally after Valkyrie and Tigress saved the president’s daughters from Master Menace and Mistress Manacle’s dungeon the White House called and told him to play nice.
Wolfe’s plan was in ruins. Instead of ‘Global Protectors: Threat or Menace’ tonight WIN would show ‘Global Protectors: America’s Angels’.
He took a long drink of scotch.
Couldn’t anyone else see them for what they were? Attention whores, barely competent and barely dressed.
That was the irony.
On his other network, Wolfe Entertainment & Art Kingdom (WEAK), he had made billions promoting barely competent and barely dressed attention whores in shows like ‘Who Wants to Sleep With a Centerfold?’, ‘America’s Next Top Lingerie Model’ or ‘Stripping for Dollars’. Nothing could top the popularity of tits and ass.
He did not enjoy being on the receiving end.
He turned to his bar and poured himself another stiff drink.
Behind him, the DVD had been stopped for several minutes. So the player shut down and WIN came on the air. Francesca Flores, the tan, large-breasted reporter he hired last year came on. She was interviewing Maple Leaf, Rising Sun and La Sola.
“What’s it like to be the greatest superheroes ever?”
“Oh you flatter us” Maple Leaf chuckled insincerely “everyone knows we’re just ordinary women trying our best to help others.”
“Si seniora Flores I think we must all try our best to help those in need.” Added La Sola.
“Hai, really we are just doing what any woman would.” Finished Rising Sun.
“BITCHES!” Wolfe shouted and tossed the bottle through his hideously expensive flat-screen TV. “Goddamn bitches… I know you killed my son, and one day…”
He downed his drink and stormed out of the room.
He was between wives at the time so he headed alone for his bedroom and sank into a deep, restless sleep.
He never noticed the flash of light above his bed, the golden globe floating there or saw the yellow rays probing his forehead.
He dreamt.
***
“Giving up so soon Wolfe? I expected better of … you.”
“What?! Who?”
He stood in a hazy field. A dim shadowy figure appeared before him.
“You’re right you know. They did kill your son. And not by negligence either. I’m talking about one of them grabbing his head and breaking his neck with her super strength.”
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“Of course you did. And now you’ll have proof. Check your laptop.”
***
Wolfe awoke with a start. He sat in bed for a few minutes sweating. He looked at his laptop. It was open and on. It had been off when he went to sleep.
Fearful he stumbled across the dark room to the lit screen. There was a video file on his desktop simply called “Buck’s Murder”. Wolfe swallowed and clicked on it.
The camera showed a stone corridor like some movie dungeon. It moved forwards toward two figures, a woman in white spandex leaning against the wall and a man in a suit pushing against her.
It got closer; Wolfe could see it was Buck and the Japanese Protector, Rising Sun. He held his breath.
***
Wolfe threw the weeping girl against a stone wall, pulled the thin spandex covering her sex to one side, and plunged himself into her.
“Yeah, babe, yeah, you’re getting into it, feels good huh, nothing like living on the edge…”
The Japanese girl reached up and snapped his neck. Buck fell to the ground, dead.
***
“God damn…”
“There’s more where that came from Wolfe. Much more. The Protector’s history is an open book to me.”
Wolfe spun. Behind him was the same blurry shadowy figure from his dream, hovering a few inches from the floor. A gold sphere hovered over him like a projector.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the man who’ll tell you how give those sluts everything they deserve, you can call me… hmm… call me Mr. Senior.”
“OK Senior, what’s in it for you? What do you want?”
“I want to watch.”
***
Three months later…
Hovering over Megapolis, enjoying the April sun, Rising Sun looked down into the city. Kids were playing stickball, girls were sunning themselves, families were having picnics. Kisume couldn’t believe it was spring already. She was glad. After the hell her life became during the Hero Boy One thing she wanted it all behind her. The sooner the better. She wished she could land down there and join them for a fun spring day. But she had work to do. Whether she wanted to or not.
She checked the PDA built into her bracelet to confirm what she read. She could not believe Maple Leaf had agreed to this!
The Global Protectors’ leader has assigned their Japanese member to an interview at Wolfe International News! WIN has been insulting and discrediting the team for years and now they wanted to interview her? It had to be trap. Some sort of plan to embarrass her on air. But ever since Rising Sun had lost her cartoon and endorsement contracts Maple Leaf has been out to get her. Rising Sun just assumed this was the Canadian heroine’s petty revenge.
Well if that was the case Wolfe would find that Rising Sun was ready for him. She’d been handling the media since her first days on the team and would show him she wasn’t some shy, retiring heroine!
She landed in front of the Wolfe Building and marched in through the front doors. All around her she could hear surprised whispers. No one thought the Global Protectors would ever show their faces there. Rising Sun tried not to smile, she was already showing them who was in charge.
“Yeah?” The fat guard looked her up and down like a piece of meat.
“I am Rising Sun! From the Global Protectors! I am here to see Mr. Wolfe!”
The guard didn’t blink. “Back of the line.”
“What?”
“Wassamatta don’t you talk American good? I said back of the line!”
Rising Sun looked at the long line of workers and guests passing through the metal detectors and being searched.
“I don’t think you understand, I have an appointment with Mr. Wolfe. Your boss? The owner of this building? I don’t think he really expects me to-“
“You mean that Mr. Wolfe?” The guard pointed lazily at a sign in the lobby. “All guests must be screened – By order of Mr. Wolfe.”
“Surely you can let me though first-“
“Who are you the queen of Siam? Back of the line sister! Back of the line!”
“But-“
People around were giggling. Rising Sun started to blush red with humiliation she fought down an instinct to turn around and leave. No doubt that was what Wolfe wanted, a shot of the mighty Global Protectors running scared from a rent-a-cop. Instead she turned and got on line behind a copy repairman.
“Baka” she cursed under her breath.
She heard a click behind her and a giggle. She spun around. Some fat guy in a Rush Limbaugh tee-shirt was trying to hide his camera phone. Rising Sun snatched it from his sweaty hand and checked the screen. It was a close-up of her ass, Rising Sun had been so angry she hadn’t noticed her costume was bunched up between her ass cheeks. She grabbed the pervert by his shirt and started to lift him when-
“Hey lady you attacking that guy?” The guards were looking at her. Rising Sun also noticed all the security cameras in the lobby.
“What? No, no, not at all. Just returning the phone he dropped, that’s all…”
She saw the fat man hit the send button on his phone. Rising Sun closed her eyes and counted to ten. She was here to make a good impression, if that meant putting up with some asshole…
When she finally got to the front of the line…
“Remove any metal objects.”
Reluctantly Rising Sun removed her communicator gauntlets and GPS choker and put them in the basket. She passed through the metal detector easily.
“These are transmitters right? You can pick them up when you come out.”
“What!”
The guard pointed at another sign “No unauthorized cell phones or transmitters – By order of Mr. Wolfe.”
“But-“
“This is a TV station; Mr. Wolfe doesn’t want visitors leaking out his stories.”
“But-“
“Course you could just go home.”
“Fine.”
And so Rising Sun finally got in an elevator and headed for the 69th floor.
She felt oddly vulnerable without her communicators, almost naked. She’d designed them herself to make sure the team could always come to aid of a heroine in need. While there had been some problems with them from time to time, they had saved Protectors more than once. Despite her powers Rising Sun did not like this feeling of being cut off, alone.
The elevator doors opened, Rising Sun prepared herself for anything.
***
“Take off your boots.”
“What?”
She hadn’t been prepared for this.
The elevator deposited her on the 69th floor. It opened directly on a large open space modeled on a traditional Japanese room. There was a small foyer area just outside the elevator. Then there was a step up and the floor became traditional Japanese tatami mats. The space had no chairs, just low tables and cushions to sit on. Calligraphy and brush paintings decorated the walls. J. Buckley Wolfe Sr. was waiting for her across the room.
Rising Sun continued to stare.
“Your boots, you have to take off your boots.”
“What? Oh yes hai.”
Rising Sun found herself unzipping her white high-heeled boots before she even thought about it. Since she was a kid she’d been conditioned to take off her shoes before entering a traditional Japanese room. A bit of fear hit her. With her communicator bracelets and boots gone she was now wearing nothing but a flimsy spandex leotard. After five years as a heroine Rising Sun knew she should be used to skimpy costumes but she was never fully comfortable. Here in bare feet, cut off from the team she felt more vulnerable than she ever had fighting villains or monsters. The air conditioning hit her, it was a bit cold, she felt goose bumps. She hoped her nipples weren’t standing up.
Rising Sun stepped up into the Spartan room wondering what was going on. She had never heard of Wolfe having any interest in Japanese culture. His TV stations were always fiercely xenophobic, making fun of Europeans and other foreigners at every opportunity. He smiled at her and bowed. She returned the bow. He gestured for her to sit at the table and sat down opposite her.
“Sorry for being rude, but I’ve worked quite hard on this room and so many Americans don’t know the first thing about Japanese etiquette. But of course you knew to take off your boots; I’m just used to having to remind people.”
He was much more polite than on TV.
“That’s all right Mr. Wolfe, although your guards downstairs were a little rude, they took away my communicators.”
“Really, well they’ve been a bit paranoid ever since Michael Moore snuck a tape recorder into my board meeting. Sorry for the inconvenience. But let me explain why I asked you to come. It’s about my son…”
Rising Sun winced. She’d known that was coming. She’d been on that mission where J. Buckley Wolfe Jr. and the Global Protectors had gone to Eastern Europe. She remembered Wolfe Jr. had been a real ass, leering at the heroines and insulting them. But to this day Rising Sun could not recall what happened after they were taken to the Wraithlord’s dungeons. It only came to her in nightmares. After their return Wolfe Sr. had demanded answers from them and the heroines had nothing to offer. He’d subpoenaed them, sued them, his lawyers had interrogated them all for nothing. None of the heroines could recall anything except that the dungeons had been horrible and they were lucky to be alive. The cases had been thrown out of court and life had gone on.
“Your son…”
“Yes. I believe I have some information about Buck that might allow us to end this misunderstanding; I think I even know why you haven’t been able to answer my questions.”
“Yes?” Rising Sun felt a bit of hope. Somehow she’d always felt a bit of guilt about Buck’s death, as if she was partially responsible. If Wolfe knew the truth she wanted to hear it.
“Take a look at this.” He pulled a remote from his pocket and aimed it at one of the shoji screens. The wood and paper screen became a flat screen TV showing the WINS logo. Rising Sun was mildly impressed, it had looked like a real shoji even to her enhanced vision. A scene began to play. Rising Sun recognized the interior of the Globe Hopper I, the team’s high tech jet.
***
Maple Leaf and Star were sitting on one of the comfortable couches being interviewed by Buck and filmed by Clyde. Star happily chatted away while Maple Leaf tired to hide her disgust when Buck implied she was an agent for the United Nations here to subvert the US government.
Rising Sun entered the picture holding two glasses. As she walked towards Buck her hips swayed far more than necessary. She sat down next to him and started running her hands through his hair. Buck responded and put his arm around her. The Japanese girl wiggled closer. Maple Leaf snuck away and Star looked on jealously.
***
The video paused.
Rising Sun wondered where he had gotten that footage. The Global Protectors didn’t have cameras in the Globe Hopper and Clyde’s camera was lost. It could be some sort if digital manipulation or recreation but as far as Rising Sun could recall that was exactly how it happened. Even if Star or Maple Leaf told someone what happened, there was no way the details could be that accurate.
“I never knew you and my son were involved.”
“It, it wasn’t like that.”
“How was it?”
“I… you see the Global Protectors, we need money to operate. Our jets, our headquarters, our salaries, they’re not free. So we have our donors who pay most of the bills, and part of my job is dealing with the Asian donors.”
“And…”
“Well, Asian men, they like to be treated a certain way. They want to be flattered and cared for and made to feel good. So I do that. And for your son I did some of that…”
“You were teasing him.”
“I was distracting him.”
“And he does look distracted. Always had a touch of the ‘yellow fever’ my boy. Takes after his old man.” Wolfe leered at Rising Sun; she tried not to roll her eyes. Where ever this was going she just wanted to wrap it up.
“Well funny how you never mentioned this to my lawyers. But I can see why you wouldn’t. So that was all there was between you, nothing else?”
“Yes Mr. Wolfe. Just some innocent flirting on the flight over.”
“So what’s this?”
***
The screen showed the back of a slim girl dressed in an elaborate maid’s costume. The ridiculously short skirt did not even reach the bottom of her ass; they could see a hint of white panties. The fishnet hose ended at mid-thigh with lacey garter belts. The ‘uniform’ itself had a low-cut back and no straps; it was just a black corset that barely covered her breasts. The girl wore a lacy white apron over the corset but that scrap of cloth did little for her modesty. On her feet were black shoes with 7” heels. She leaned over to dust and her camel toe was clearly visible.
A man entered, dressed like some kind of English gentleman in breeches and holding a riding crop. “You lazy tart! You missed a spot!” He brought down the crop on her ass. The girl jumped and turned.
It was Rising Sun.
“Oh Mista Woof, you beri strict! I try beri hard!”
“Not hard enough toots!” He brought the crop down on her tits and Rising Sun collapsed to her knees.
“Prease Mista Woof, no hurt me! I make you feel beri good!” She reached up and unzipped his fly. Wolfe smacked the riding crop into his hand a few times as the girl raised her lips to his member and began to eagerly suck.
The scene changed.
“Surrender heroine, you cannot defeat me!”
Rising Sun was on the floor, dressed in an Ultra Woman costume. Bruises dotted her face and chest. Wolfe stood over her dressed in black leather with a domino mask. He slapped her again.
“I will never give up Wolf the Conqueror! I will fight you to my last brea-“
He slapped her again and tore off her top. The blue star-spangled panties came off next and then he was in her.
“NO! NO! NO! OH! OH! OH! Oh my god, yes, oh yes, please yes… oh you’ve conquered me Wolf, you’ve conquered me, ravish me! Yes!”
Like a bad porn star Rising Sun went from resisting to welcoming in seconds. He kissed his chest and moaned and panted and screamed and writhed until Wolfe finished and stood up.
“Not bad toots, now get yourself cleaned up and make me some dinner.”
“Yes Mr. Wolfe.”
The scene changed again.
Rising Sun was dressed as a cheerleader jumping up and down waving her pom-poms and crying:
“Who do I like to fuck? BUCK!
Whose bat is bigger than Ruth? Wolfe!”
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Finally she jumped again and landed in Wolfe’s lap. She kissed his neck.
“Oh Buck, I love you so much.”
“Yeah babe, I know.”
He slid his hand between her legs.
***
“I… that never happened! I don’t remember that!”
“Well Ms. Hiro-“
“What?”
“That’s your real name right, Kisume Hiro?”
“Yes but how do you-“
“Oh you really didn’t think your identity was some big secret did you? Anyway ‘that never happened’ and ‘I don’t remember’ are two very different things aren’t they? Think about it. While you’re thinking I have one last bit to show you.”
Rising Sun squirmed uncomfortably. It wasn’t just the sight of herself (or a digital manipulation!) acting like a porn star. It was the feeling she got watching the video. For a moment she could almost feel Buck inside her, hear him panting in her ears, smell his sweat. But how could she? Those events had never happened! She didn’t remember them!
***
Buck and Rising Sun were walking down a stone corridor, some sort of dungeon. She had her costume on. He had his arm around in a comforting way. The Japanese girl was visibly upset; her eyes were puffy with tears.
“Hey babe, you did good. Don’t forget if it wasn’t her it would be you.”
The Japanese girl sobbed and buried her face in his shoulder. A crooked grin appeared on Wolfe’s face. He gently wrapped his arms around her and patted her back. “There, there Hiro, you did good.”
Then he shoved her hard against the wall and rammed his tongue into her mouth the Japanese girl did not respond but did not resist either. He reached down and tugged at the bit of spandex between her legs pulling it aside. He opened his own fly and thrust his crotch against hers. “Damn bitch, that was cold, fucking over your friend like that. Guess your kind would betray anyone to save yourself.”
Rising Sun looked at Wolfe through her tears. The tears stopped and her face hardened. She reached up and grabbed 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 and waited a few minutes. A smile formed on her face. Then she turned and left.
***
“NO! NO! I didn’t do that! I would never… no…”
Rising Sun jumped from her seat took a step but then collapsed again to her knees. Wolfe got up and stood over her.
“I didn’t… I couldn’t… Could I?”
“He’s not the first boyfriend you’ve lost is he? There was a Japanese guy too, Wannatab?”
“W-Watanabe…”
“Died standing next to you if I recall right. Any others? Not that it matters. I have enough here to finally get you locked away. Do you know what they do to pretty young heroines in prison? We did a special on it last year ‘Caged Capes’ it wasn’t pretty.”
“NO!” She jumped her feet and seized Wolfe’s shoulders. “No you can’t! I didn’t do it! I don’t remember that at all!”
Wolfe pushed her away and took a step back. “Before you lay hands on me again I should inform you there are a dozen cameras in this room and security guards just outside. You won’t kill me like you did Buck.”
Rising Sun took a step back in fear. Wolfe was serious; he would have her locked away. She started to cry. She needed time; Maple Leaf would know what to do, or Val. She needed to talk to them. “Please, you have to give me a chance; I know I didn’t do it!”
“Do you? Do you really? Or are you lying to yourself like you’re lying to me?”
Rising Sun stopped, images and sensations came to her unbidden... Buck’s breath in her ear, his hands on her back, his cock in her cunt, his neck in her hands, the sound of bone snapping… It was all there, just as powerful and fresh as any other memory. She opened and closed her mouth a few times but no sound came out.
“Tell you what. I’ll give you one chance. Come by my house in Elmore Heights tonight around six and we’ll see if we can make a deal.”
“But…”
“Or I can call the cops now.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good. Don’t tell anyone. And wear the costume.”
***
The cab headed towards Wolfe’s mansion. Rising Sun had barely had the energy to fly home after her first meeting with him Wolfe; she wasn’t up for flying tonight. The long cab ride gave her time to think.
She knew that the Wraith Lord’s magic had somehow interfered with everyone’s memories. She was grateful for that, her nightmares told her she didn’t want to remember what happened in his dungeons. The murder… it might have happened. There was no way of knowing what happened to her in there, she could have been brainwashed or mind controlled or maybe something happened that turned her into a killer while she was there.
She also wondered where Wolfe could have gotten that video. Surely there were no cameras in the Wraith Lord’s dungeons? Could it be from Clyde’s camera? Had it somehow been recovered? Or was it all an elaborate trick?
A trick made the most sense but when she had seen the videos somehow she had known they were true. Buried memories had stirred when she saw them.
Not that it mattered. Wolfe was right, that video would get her thrown in jail.
She wanted to talk to Shamrock, Val, Maple Leaf and Star but did not dare. Not only because Wolfe would release the video but because she was afraid of finding out more. What if one of them remembered the events in the dungeons? What if they told her Wolfe was right and that Rising Sun had done something horrible? Or several horrible things?
From the beginning of her career Rising Sun had been nagged by feelings of worthlessness. She tried to hide them, tried to look professional and confident but she knew that whenever things got rough she would back down. It had happened on her first mission. It had happened many times since. Thankfully her friends had never noticed and (as far as she could tell) Rising Sun’s cowardice had never gotten anyone hurt. But what if she cracked in those dungeons, what if she really did something bad? How could she live with herself?
The cab arrived. She paid the driver and entered.
“Gimme yer coat.”
“What?”
“Um, uh, can I take yer coat?”
A big man dressed as a butler but built like a linebacker greeted her. Rising Sun reluctantly surrendered her raincoat without protest and stood in her costume wondering what would happen next. The big guy showed her into the study where Wolfe was waiting behind his oversized antique desk.
“Hello Ms. Hiro. Won’t you have a seat?”
“I’d rather stand-“
“Sit down.”
She sat down.
“Take a look at this contract Ms. Hiro; I think you’ll find it fair.”
Kisume’s hands quivered as she took the paper. She willed them to stop shaking. Her eyes jumped around the complex legal document.
“The undersigned will serve Mr. Wolfe for a period of 12 months in whatever capacity he desires… At the end of the period the undersigned will receive all copies of the video… The undersigned will not pursue any legal or civil action against Mr. Wolfe... Mr. Wolfe will have uncontested power of attorney over the undersigned’s legal affairs and possessions… The undersigned will not reveal any terms of this contract or its existence through omission or admission through speech, writing, telepathy or any other means known or unknown…”
“This can’t be legal!”
“That’s not what my $500 an hour lawyers tell me. Quid pro quo Ms. Hiro. You get the video, and I get you. Simplest thing in the world.”
“But-“
“Of course I could just release the tape to my friend the DA. Ever since the Stella scandal he’s wanted to take down a heroine.”
“Please!”
“Is that ‘please let me sign’ or ‘please send me to jail’?”
“I-“ Kisume Hiro froze. She’d known it would be like this. Since she saw herself killing a man she’d known she was trapped. Jail? Honorable suicide? Or sign? Those were the only options. If she signed surely she would have a chance to alert Maple Leaf, the Canadian heroine would find a way to help her! She decided to do it; whatever Wolfe came up with had to be better than being a heroine in prison!
She was reaching for the pen before she even finished thinking about it.
***
“Make your excuses to the Protectors and report for work tomorrow” were his only instructions. Kisume wasn’t sure what was going to happen, would he hold her captive? Make her ‘serve’ him in unspeakable ways? Or would he let her be and just call her in when she was needed?
Wolfe hadn’t even given her a hint.
She called Maple Leaf from outside the mansion.
“Hi Jillian, it’s me. Uh, good news! I uh, heard from a company in Japan and they’re talking about a new Rising Sun cartoon. Oh, uh, nothing definite but I’m going to fly out there tomorrow for meetings. Don’t worry, I uh, won’t sign anything without our lawyers. You know me, always careful… OK, see you in a month or so…”
She thought about flying but had no energy. She called a cab.
***
When she returned home her front door was wide open. The Japanese heroine froze, an intruder? Was this an attack? She flattened herself against the wall and listened, there was a lot of noise coming from inside, whatever was going on they weren’t trying to hide it. She saw two men in uniforms come out carrying her sofa. What was going on?
“Ms. Hiro?”
“Ah!” She jumped when someone tapped her shoulder. But it was just a moving man with a clipboard. “Um hai, I mean yes, I’m Kisume Hiro.”
“Please sign here.” It was a receipt for her furniture, TV, clothes… everything in her apartment, practically everything she owned!
“What, what is this?”
“We’re moving your stuff to storage like you requested.”
“I requested? Please let me see that.” It was just as the man said, a request for the contents of her apartment to be packed away and stored in a warehouse for 12 months. The request supposedly came from her but was billed to Wolfe International News Service. The scary part was it was dated two weeks ago, before she’d even met with Wolfe. Somehow he had known she would sign, even then. Kisume’s knees felt week, she needed to sit down. She stumbled towards the apartment, her apartment, her home. It was almost empty now, but she found a folding chair to sit down in.
A mover went by carrying her photo albums and family pictures. She fought back tears.
“Ms. Hiro? Are you OK?”
“I… hai, yes, just a little dizzy, thank you. I… I’ll sign that now…”
That night she slept on the folding chair in her apartment. The landlord woke her up the next morning telling her she had to get out since she’d cancelled the lease.
***
Kisume Hiro smiled and poured Mr. Wolfe another drink. She went around the table refilling everyone’s wine glass. One of the men slapped her behind. She gasped, then giggled and carried on. No one noticed. This was her new life.
After she reported for work Wolfe gave her a box and told her to get changed. She started to strip in front of him but the tycoon dismissively sent her behind a screen to change.
When she came the Japanese heroine was dressed as a little French maid. She had a short black velvet skirt with several layers of lacy white petticoats under it. The skirt was so short her lacy white panties were clearly visible. Fishnet stockings ended halfway up her thighs leaving lacy garter belts visible as well. A tight corset shrank Kisume’s slim waist an extra size or two and a push up bra gave even her modest breasts a respectable amount of cleavage. A white apron and hat finished off the shameful outfit.
Even more humiliatingly, Wolfe didn’t so much as look at her. He was reading the newspaper.
“Head on down to the kitchen why don’t you? Help them set up, the guests will be here soon.
“Guests?”
“Course. What did you think I was dressing you up for my benefit?” Wolfe chuckled at that idea. “You’re gonna serve dinner tonight.”
So here she was. She recognized many of the guests; they were reporters and stars from Wolfe’s networks. She walked behind Francesca Flores, the talk show host who had interviewed Rising Sun just a few months ago.
“Frankly Mr. Wolfe I don’t get that whole ‘secret identity’ thing anyway. Surely there’s no way just changing your clothes could fool someone? People would have to be idiots not to realize they’re in the same room as some superhero.”
“Would you like some wine?”
“Yeah, sure.” Flores looked the oriental maid up and down a few times and turned away with a slight look of disgust. “I mean honestly, how could something like that even work?”
A few hours later most of the guests were gone. Rising Sun’s feet were in agony from the heels as she stood in the library pouring brandy for Wolfe and Flores.
“You’ve been doing good Francesca. Ratings are up, good demographics and your guests love you. I can see big things ahead.”
Francesca Flores tried not to let her interest show. She’d been hosting a late night chat show for over a year on WINS but aspired to greater things. The tan woman knew she had a cute face, full lips and a body to die for but she was more than eye candy. She had graduated at the top of her journalism class at Mega University. She’d been hired to host a show right out of school but had spent her nights talking to B-list celebrities and self-help authors. Hardly real journalism. She was beginning to think about jumping to another network. But if the boss himself was taking an interest…
“You know there’s a co-host position opening up for the evening news, but there’s a lot of talented people out there gunning for it.”
This time Flores couldn’t hide it, she was practically drooling.
“Gonna be hard to decide who had that extra something I’m looking for.”
Flores took another sip of brandy. She noticed that damn maid was still there, not giving them any privacy. Oh well, who cares, she probably barely understand a word of English anyway. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing at all.
“Well Mr. Wolfe, can I call you Buckley?”
“No.”
Flores swallowed. Do or die time. “I’d love to show you some of my skills, maybe in private.” She gave the maid a long look.
Rising Sun tried not to turn red. Why was she still here? Why did Wolfe put her through this just to ignore her and pay attention to this other girl?
“I don’t know Ms. Flores, what do you have in mind? I’d love for us to go somewhere alone, but you’d be able to say anything you want afterwards. And these days, well, a boss can’t be too careful.”
So that was it. Rising Sun suddenly understood why she was here frowned but had to admit to a grudging admiration. If they were alone and anything happened, Flores could always claim he forced her to do something and collect a nice sexual harassment settlement. But with the Rising Sun here as a witness…
Wolfe smiled like a shark and repeated. “What exactly do you have in mind for us two consenting adults?”
Flores forced a smile, grateful for that acting class she took. She slinked closer to the chubby businessman and thrust her breasts forward. “Well…” She decided to go for it; she wrapped her arms around him and gave the businessman a deep kiss. Wolfe returned it.
“So Ms. Flores, would you like to spend the night?”
Flores grimaced, was he going to make her spell it out to him in front of the china doll? “Yes Mr. Wolfe, I would.”
“And what do you want to do?”
Yup. He was going to make her spell it out. “I want to… I want to make love.”
“You want to fuck?”
Flores put her head on his shoulder so Wolfe could not see the scowl. An experienced performer she kept her voice low and seductive not letting a hint of displeasure show. “Yes Mr. Wolfe. I want to fuck you tonight.”
“Well then toots, let’s get it on!”
With that he led her out of the room and turned out the light. Rising Sun was left alone in the dark. She just stood there waiting for orders. Afraid to act without permission.
***
Slab, the ugly butler, came for her eventually.
“Take off yer clothes.” He barked.
Rising Sun hesitated. He cracked his knuckles. She obeyed. The costume, the stockings, the undergarments, even the little maid’s hat all hit the floor in record time.
“Now fold it up, that stuff’s worth more than you are.”
Rising Sun bent down and gathered up the costume. Slab walked around leering at her body as she displayed it. She carefully folded the clothes (using the action to hide herself for a bit) and put on a table.
“Come on.”
He took her though a nondescript door into a corridor so narrow the hulking man had to walk sideways. It ended in a metal door. Slab opened it and said “Git in. This is yer room now.”
Rising Sun tried to gently squeeze by the man but the corridor was narrow, he took the opportunity to cup her breasts and thrust his crotch into her bare ass. For a second Rising Sun tensed, her strength was weak but she could still demolish an ordinary man!
Slab gave her a shove and a growl. She stumbled through the door into the next room. She was in a tiny cell the size of a closet with only a thin blanket to sleep on and a covered hole in the floor to do her business. Slab slammed the door shut behind him. Rising Sun was in the dark again. But only for a moment. A panel on one wall rose exposing a well-furnished large bedroom.
Wolfe and Francesca Flores entered and began to make out. Rising Sun watched through the one-way mirror as the reporter peeled off her tight dress and panties. Wearing only her high heels Flores unbuttoned Wolfe’s shirt and kissed his hairy, flabby chest. She reached lower and lower and opened his trousers. She opened her mouth wide and took his fat limp dick between her willing lips. Her head bobbed a few times, taking in its full length and the dick became strong and firm. Wolfe put his hands on either side of her head and guided her for a few more pumps. Then he abruptly wrenched her head and with unexpected strength threw the young woman onto his over-sized bed.
As he crawled between Flores’ legs Rising Sun heard the reporter say something about a condom, Wolfe just growled and pulled her legs apart. The pretty reporter didn’t dare object further as her boss roughly penetrated her.
Rising Sun watched helplessly as the media mogul took full advantage of the young reporter throughout the night. In the morning Slab came by and roused Flores. He gave her some sweatpants and a tee-shirt and sent her on her way. Wolfe never even woke up.
***
Rising Sun spend the next day wearing a pink bikini and high heels to serve Wolfe and his business partners’ drinks by poolside. Being forced to act as his servant, to put up with their pawing and leers and cat calls was bad enough but Rising Sun really dreaded what would happen that night. She’d seen how Wolfe treated women he had power over, what did he have in store for her?
Soon some cheerleaders from the Megapolis Centurions, Wolfe’s NFL team, joined the party and things turned raunchy. The businessmen just assumed the girls were ‘available’. It started with pawing them and moved to copping feels and kisses. Most of the cheerleaders seemed to know the deal and enjoyed it (or at least convincingly faked it) but one was definitely not into that treatment. When one of the fat balding businessmen tried to untie her bikini top the blond cheerleader spun around and slapped him. Everyone stopped dead. Slab came out and pulled her away be the arm and the party started again. After a while the girl came back with a smile painted on her face but she was clearly terrified. Wolfe called her over and pulled the blond onto his lap. She managed to smile all the time he was pawing her and kissing her neck.
All the time Rising Sun was ignored except when someone needed a drink. With all that tan blonde flesh around no ones cared about a small breasted Japanese girl.
Soon the inevitable happened and one of the girls lost her top and bottom. One of the businessmen picked her up and carried her inside. Rising Sun saw fear on her face for a second and then acceptance. One by one the other girls were also paired up, sometimes two to a guy, sometimes even more. Eventually she was left by the pool watching Wolfe get a blowjob from the girl Slab had spoken with. She bit her lip and started cleaning up the glasses.
That night she watched Wolfe pop viagras by the fistful as three cheerleaders entertained him. Sitting in her cubbyhole Rising Sun moaned and touched herself.
***
The next day Wolfe finally roused himself around noon. Slab had already shown the girls out. He checked his laptop and saw another email from Mr. Senior. His mysterious partner was sending messages back to the Global Protectors, apparently from Rising Sun in Japan.
To: Mapleleaf@globalprotectors.org
From: Risingsun@globalprotectors.org
GOOD NEWS! A Japanese company called Okami Media wants to launch a new Rising Sun anime. They’ve already deposited a generous options payment in the GP accounts. I’ll let you know more when we have a deal. – KH
Wolfe wondered if that greed bitch Maple Leaf would even look up Okami Media or just cash the check. If she did she might wonder why a wholly owned subsidiary of Wolfe Media was supporting her team. But Mr. Senior seemed to know what he was doing so Wolfe let it go.
There was another email from Senior talking about plans for Rising Sun and the Irish chick Shamrock. They made Wolfe smile.
***
Days went by. Each day the former heroine worked hard at various menial tasks and each night was sent to her cubbyhole to watch Wolfe have sex with gorgeous women. The worst were the nights when Wolfe wasn’t entertaining anyone and she watched him calmly undress, jerk off and then go to sleep. Never once in that time did he ever touch her or even hint he was interested. Days would go by and he would not even speak to her and she got her orders from Slab.
For the Japanese heroine it was crushing. Since she joined the team Rising Sun had always feared in her heart that she was not worthy. Her teammates always seemed so much stronger, braver and more beautiful. Kisume Hiro tried to live up to their example but never convinced herself she was worthy. And now… well this pretty much proved she was unworthy. Hadn’t she given up easily? Hadn’t Wolfe gained control easily? Did her teammates even care where she was? And even as a captive, wasn’t she completely ignored? That should not have hurt her but it did. It was one thing to be captured and abused by some villain, sooner or later it happened to every heroine. But to be captured and ignored, that just proved how unworthy she was.
Why didn’t Wolfe even touch her or look at her? Was she that plain? Kisume cried again. She was so useless, why had she ever thought she could be a heroine!
At some point Kisume’s psychokinetic field, the source of all her powers, faded away. The field was directly tied to her emotional and physical well-being. Her deep depression sapped its strength until there was nothing left. She didn’t even notice.
***
One morning… “Put this on.” Slab instructed. It was a business suit. Navy blue with a mini skirt and a thin white top. There were no stockings or underwear of course. Kisume didn’t even notice, she’d gotten used to life without bras and panties.
Slab led her outside and gave her a bus token. “Ya got a meeting at the WINS building, now get going.”
Kisume Hiro, formerly the world famous heroine Rising Sun, took the bus into the city. It took two hours. She was sure she saw Mr. Wolfe’s limousine pass the bus halfway there.
After waiting in line for almost an hour to be screened through security she was sent upstairs.
She spent the day in a white windowless room at a computer. Questions popped up on her screen about the Global Protectors computers, their communicators and their security system and she did her best to answer them. At noon the computer shut down and she went to lunch. She ate alone, barely mumbling a few words to the cashier at the cafeteria. Then she returned to the windowless room and continued answering questions. Finally she took the bus home at 5pm. It got stuck in evening rush hour traffic and took almost 3 hours. She had to stand the whole way.
Another week went by. Each day was the same. The questions about the Global Protectors’ resources got more and more complex until finally Kisume just couldn’t answer them. So they started giving her data entry tasks instead. Then it was answering the phone. Then filing and photocopying.
Finally some executive she’d never seen before called her into his office and chewed her out over her performance. He fired her and sent her home. It was the most human interaction she had there.
***
“Mr… Mr. Wolfe?”
“Yeah?”
Wolfe was sitting alone in his study drinking sherry and watching his own network. Occasionally he’d jot down a note on the pad next to him. Rising Sun had entered behind him. He didn’t bother to look at her or notice she was only wearing a sheer silk robe.
“Mr. Wolfe, Mr. Wolfe, I’ve been here for a few weeks.”
“Yeah?”
“”And… and I want to know… I want to know when…” She started to sob.
“When what?”
“When… when you will… when you…” She sobbed harder.
“Yeah, spit it out already.”
“Are you going to… do you… will you… are we going to…”
“Yeah? yeah?”
“AREYOUGOINGTOFUCKME?” She doubled over sobbing.
“No.”
Sobs followed.
“You’re a flat-chested, skinny, brain-dead bimbo. Your own teammates despise you. Do you know not one of them has wondered where you are? Your own boss rips you off right and left, do you know she gets more than half the royalties you make? You should check your books some time. And you’ve seen the hot chicks I got coming through here. So, no. I wanted you for one thing and I got it. After you gave us those passwords about the only thing you’re good for is dusting and mopping. And you’re not even too good at that. Now get out of here, I got the new girl from marketing coming by in an hour.”
Rising Sun bowed and left.
***
Another week went by. Rising Sun was working as a maid again. One night Wolfe hosted a dinner of some his techies. They discussed in vivid terms how they were ‘raping’ the Global Protector’s computer systems and listening in to everything they say.
One of them, a fat man with an unkempt beard and a Darth Maul tattoo pinched her butt. Even that bit of insulting attention made her hope for more. But after dinner Wolfe took them poolside for a special surprise, eight women in Global Protector costumes were waiting. There was even a tan and tall Filipina girl in a Rising Sun costume. The costumes didn’t stay on too long. Rising Sun spend the night walking among the writhing bodies serving beer and sports drinks.
Towards midnight one of the drunken techs (wearing a ‘Come to the Dark Side: We have cookies’ t-shirt) grabbed her from behind, she almost swooned. His bad breath on her neck, his sweaty palms on her chest and up her skirt, it was the most human contact, the most attention she’d had in weeks. She felt a sudden fire between her legs; his fingers crept closer to her twitching pussy.
“Hey, leave that lady alone; go find yerself a whore nerd.”
Slab pulled the guy off and tossed him the pool where a Russian woman dressed as Valkyrie took him in her arms. Slab led the unresisting Rising Sun back into the house.
“Guess it’s time to put ya to bed.”
Rising Sun muttered something.
He brought her into the changing room and turned to leave.
“Um, Mr. Slab?”
“Yeah?” He turned. She was naked.
“You-you’ve been very nice to me. I want to… I…”
She embraced him. She couldn’t reach his mouth so she kissed his chest. Her hand reached lower.
“Uh, look yer a nice girl and all but Mista Wolfe doesn’t-“ Her hand reached inside his fly, he suddenly lost his train of thought.
“Well, I guess Wolfe is kinda busy right now, he probably wouldn’t even-“ He gasped again and swallowed hard. Rising Sun knelt before him and looked at his thick member. She hesitated a second as her delicate fingers rubbed it up and down. She’d never done anything like this, had she? She opened her small mouth and took it in, carefully stroking the bottom with her tongue. Memories came to her of kneeling like this in some medieval dungeon and in some high-tech lair and other times as well. But when she tried to catch the memories they faded like mist. Then streams of salty cum hit the back of her throat and she forgot all about it.
“Wow, that uh, that sure was something, uh, thanks.”
She rose to her feet and hugged him again; she pulled him towards the dresser. She plopped her bare ass on top of it and started peeling off Slab’s butler suit. “Please, please love me, please.”
Slab didn’t argue. His member recovered strength quickly and he plumbed her hot, wet depths. She came almost instantly, screaming and raking her nails along his scared back. The slim girl was soon spent and he deposited her in her cubbyhole and gently kissed her on the forehead. She smiled. He smiled back and went to bed.
Rising Sun slept soundly and contented for the first time in weeks.
She never even noticed Mr. Wolfe fucking the Filipina girl.
***
The next day…
“Mr. Slabowski I am very disappointed in you.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Wolfe, won’t happen again.”
“I would hope not. You realize you may have ruined weeks of careful preparation? No, of course you don’t because you think with your fucking dick!”
“So I guess, that’s it huh? Whacha gonna do? Call the cops? I ain’t going to jail.” Slab cracked his knuckles menacingly.
Wolfe swallowed; he’d heard the stories about what Slab did to people who pissed him off, that’s why he hired the man. He faked a smile and changed tone quickly.
“No, no, no, of course not, nothing like that. Let me tell you how we’re going to take care of this little problem…”
***
“Good morning Mr. Slab!” Rising Sun’s voice radiated unnatural cheer. Her night with Slab had brought her back to life. After weeks of being ignored, insulted and belittled it had felt so good to have someone, anyone care about her.
He grunted.
She looked around and seeing no one, wrapper her arms around his meaty bicep and hugged it. She gave it a little nuzzle.
She flew across the room when he smacked her.
“Get the hell off me slut.” He bellowed loud enough for the whole house to hear. “I’m tired of your trying to come on to me. Yer a cheap slut and lousy fuck. Now go scrub those damn toilets!”
Rising Sun sobbed several times before crawling to her feet. “Yes Mr. Slab” she whispered and headed for the bathroom.
Upstairs Wolfe smiled.
***
Another week went by. It was now the beginning of June.
One night Rising Sun was given a respectable housekeepers uniform to wear, which usually meant respectable visitors were coming. But she had no way of knowing that Wolfe was expecting a very unlikely guest.
“Hello Ms. Maple Leaf, I must say you look even more beautiful in person than in your pictures.”
“You flatter me Mr. Wolfe, I’m sure you say that to all the women who pass through here.”
“True, true, but I so rarely mean it…”
Rising Sun froze in panic. Maple Leaf? Her leader? Here? For the last four years Wolfe had been their greatest enemy in the media! Did Maple Leaf know she was here? Was this some sort of rescue? Rising Sun felt a slim bit of hope in her heart.
“Well?” The Canadian heroine said in an icy tone.
Rising Sun swallowed, what did she want?
Maple Leaf scowled took off her red and white cape and dumped it in Rising Sun’s arms.
“You’ll have to excuse Goldie there, she’s new.”
“Well she’d better learn, I would never let my help make that kind of lapse.”
The walked off leaving Rising Sun holding her leader’s cape. She stood there dumbly until Slab shoved her towards the closet.
Rising Sun served them throughout dinner, waiting for a hint, a clue, a glimmer of recognition from her teammate. None came.
“I have to say I’ve been pleasantly surprised with the coverage you’ve given us lately.”
“Well it’s pretty simple really.” Wolfe chocked up and fought back a tear before continuing. “The death of my son Buck Jr. was a tragedy. But there’s simply no way your team could have been responsible. I held that grudge too long, that’s not what Buck would have wanted, he admired you gals and it’s time I respected his judgment.”
“Wow, Mr. Wolfe that’s very… unexpected, we all feel deeply about the death of your son, I was on that mission you know, and I hope we can help the healing process.” Maple Leaf put her hand on top of his.
Dinner concluded and the pair adjourned to poolside for a night cap.
“It’s such a warm night Maple Leaf; perhaps you’d like to join me for a moonlight swim.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Wolf-“
“Please call me Buck.”
“I’m sorry Buck but I didn’t bring anything. Perhaps I’d better-“
“Nonsense. Goldie there can find you something to wear, right Goldie.”
“Y-yes sir…” She led the Canadian heroine to the pool house.
“W-we keep s-some spare s-swimsuits h-here for v-v-v…” Maple Leaf ignored her and selected a red one piece.
“No need to be so nervous. I know I’m a famous heroine but I put on my tights one leg at a time just like you.” She took another look at the Asian woman. “Say, you look familiar, have we met?”
“I, uh…” Rising Sun stammered not knowing what she wanted. Did she want to Maple Leaf to recognize and rescue her? Or did she want to carry on as she had? No, of course she didn’t want to continue, but she was so afraid of anyone finding out her secret. She just wanted tonight to end.
Maple Leaf snapped her fingers, Rising Sun almost cried out in fear. “Dragon Con last year, I signed an autograph for you right?”
“Yes, yes Ma’am.” Rising Sun lowered her head.
“Well you can go now while I change into this.”
Rising Sun watched in horror as Maple Leaf emerged from the pool house and dived into the pool. Wolfe soon emerged and joined her in the water. The two swam together for a while; they just started kissing when Slab pulled Rising Sun back into the house.
From her cubbyhole she watched her leader screw her captor and then fly home. For the first time in weeks Rising Sun cried.
***
Maple Leaf visited few more times, but Rising Sun didn’t care anymore. She accepted her fate.
Cleaning the TV room she saw something on the news about the Global Protectors, something about two members missing. She didn’t even look up.
One day she entered Wolfe’s room while he was talking to someone.
“Pretty much dead inside the last few weeks. Lights are on but no one is home. Yeah, I think she’s ready – what the fuck? How long have you been here?”
“Sir?”
“What did you hear?”
“Nothing sir.”
He looked into her blank eyes, she looked down and shivered. It was the most attention anyone had paid to her in weeks.
“Get out of here!”
“Yes sir.”
The voice only Wolfe could hear chuckled.
“Amazing really what those ‘psychokinetic fields’ can do. How little they understand.”
“Huh?”
“Their powers aren’t physical you know. They’re psychic. Flying, invulnerability, all that is just the start, why with the right moviation and enough time they can… it’s amazing.”
“Huh. So you’re saying there’s more to her than meets the eye huh?”
“No, actually quite a bit less. You see with the right motivation those bimbos can change the world, but when you take the same energy and turn it inward, turn it into self-loathing and self-pity, it eats away her sense of self, I doubt there’s much in there anymore. Call her back and see.”
“Hey girl, come back here!”
“Yes sir?”
“Hey, uh, from now on your name’s Tonya Spankalicious okay?”
“Yes sir.”
“What’s your name?”
“Tonya Spankalicious sir.”
“Now get out of here.”
Once she left Wolfe turned back.
“Oh yeah, she’s ready.” He said with a smirk.
***
Rising Sun entered Wolfe’s study and bowed to him. She was wearing her French maid uniform with the ridiculously short skirt and exposed garter belts. She didn’t even think about it anymore, no one cared what she wore anyway.
“Tonya, I’ve been thinking about our arrangement.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I’ve made a decision. The way I see it, you owe me a son. So tomorrow we’ll get married. And you’ll bear me a son.”
“Sir?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“No sir.”
“Good.”
***
It was a short civil ceremony presided over by Wolfe’s friend Judge Chase. Slab was the witness.
The ring was a simple gold band with a small gold sphere on it. That night Wolfe took Rising Sun to bed and screwed her for hours. The oriental girl passively accepted his thrusts, feeling no passion, no joy, feeling nothing.
The next morning she woke up laughing.
“Well that’s better! So nice to have a body again!”
The voice was not Rising Sun’s.
“Holy shit!” Wolfe yelled. “You mean it actually worked!”
“Yup! I’ve got myself a body, heh, always wanted to slip inside one of those bimbos, and now I have.” Rising Sun’s hands moved up to her smallish breasts and cupped them. “Mmmm… Worth the wait. I can see why they’re all such whores. It never felt like this for me.”
“So what’s next Senior?”
“Well let’s see how Shamrock is doing. Always wanted to see that stuck up little virgin get stuffed.”
“Virgin? You think she’s a virgin? You haven’t seen the Hatch tapes then. Or Eliza’s, or Dynamo’s…”
“Nope, never did. But I’m looking forward to it.”
Wolfe reached over and touched Rising Sun’s breasts. “Hey I know this might be a bit creepy but…”
Rising Sun’s body wiggled closer and her lips kissed Wolfe. “I know what you’re thinking but hey, I want the full experience.”
“Well, ALL RIGHT!”
Soon the bed was shaking much more vigorously than the night before.
Afterword
Almost from the start I wrote Rising Sun as the most insecure of the Global Protectors. I like the idea of a character who seems confident and well-prepared but inside feels completely unworthy. In some ways she’s the opposite of Shamrock who seems uncertain and unready but whose heart is truly heroic.
Each of the heroines will get her own chapter (Shamrock is next, then Aussie Girl) until I get to the climactic final battle.
Suggestions for what you want to see are welcome but send them in fast!