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…
Legal Horrors – The Global Protectors and Dynamo 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
May 2007
Part 9 – Maple Leaf Plucked
What has gone before…
Chapter One – A powerful alien invader named Lord Terminus arrived on the world of Gemma and proceeded to kill every single person on it, sparing only the Queen left stranded on an asteroid. He then set his sights on Earth.
Chapter Two – The media tycoon J. Buckley Wolfe Sr. was contacted by the mysterious Mr. Senior with a plan to destroy the Global Protectors. First they blackmailed the Japanese heroine Rising Sun into becoming Wolfe’s slave. After months of humiliations her will was crushed and she was possessed by Senior.
Chapter Three – Senior blackmailed the Irish heroine Shamrock into a series of abusive relationships. She was fired from the Global Protectors and left an emotional wreck.
Chapter Four – The sex-demon known as the Incubus attempted to destroy the Argentine heroine La Sola. But even the demon’s sexual appetite was no match for the Latin woman’s. Defeated he was send into exile.
Chapter Five – The young Australian heroine Aussie Girl’s illicit relationship with the supervillain Dynamo turned ugly when he brainwashed her into becoming the villainous Thunder Girl. She was recaptured by the Global Protectors but now is uncertain who she really is.
Chapter Six – The American heroine Star accepted a top-secret mission to abduct a scientist from Cuba. After Mr. Senior revealed this, UN agents arrested and abused the arrogant American woman. After she is found not-guilty she foolishly tried to get revenge but was once again beaten, disgraced and imprisoned.
Chapter Seven – After months of clashes Tigress and the vampiric Dark Count met for a final battle. The Count was destroyed but Tigress transformed into a vampire and disappeared into the night.
Chapter Eight – The icy Swede Valkyrie began to crack. The team was at its limits with only four active members (Maple Leaf, Valkyrie, La Sola and Rising Sun) and their popularity in the toilet. Things got even worse as Maple Leaf started selling their trophies to supervillains to pay the bills and hired a supervillain to cure Aussie Girl. Finally the death of Star in prison drove her over the edge and into Rising Sun’s arms. After a night of violent lovemaking she became Rising Sun’s pawn and was possessed by the real villain, Mr. Senior aka the 26th Century version of J. Buckley Wolfe! Confused? Answers are coming!
***
A few miles outside of Megapolis, clinging to the hills like a fungus are Elmore Heights, an upscale development of McMansions for the sprawling city’s nouveau riche. Behind the iron gates of one anonymous house owned by Canadian attorney Jillian Havre, a sharp observer might notice a maple leaf-shaped hot tub, the only clue to the owner’s real identity.
In the house basement a familiar red and white costume hangs from the wall. And a familiar heroine sits strapped to a titanium chair caressed by vibrators and stimulated by electric current. Thick clamps locked her wrists and ankles down, making her the willing prisoner of the device.
Maple Leaf sighed contently as the chair settled into a comfortable rhythm. This was the life. No stupid sweaty men with their stupid power games and dumb ideas. Just pure pleasure.
She sighed and closed her eyes imagining a bevy of pool boys, gardeners and millionaire bankers going down on her. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.
Adrift on waves of pleasure she didn’t notice the tall blond woman enter and touch Maple Leaf’s forehead with her gold ring. “Remember!” She whispered with a smile.
Maple Leaf’s whole body convulsed as years of brainwashing and memory blocks were undone. Years of humiliations, defeats and tortures came rushing back into her already vulnerable mind. Her eyes unfocused, her mouth hung open, her breath came in gasps.
And her mind went elsewhere…
***
August 1997…
“What the fuck is this?”
“Fear not Mrs. Cadre-”
“Ms. Havre, Jillian Havre.”
“Yes of course, fear not I have captured the mobsters who menaced your fair city of Toronto.”
Jillian Havre, Crown Attorney looked at the gang of rough looking men bound in Ultra Woman’s golden lasso and then back at their captor. The blond heroine was even more gorgeous than the pictures Jillian Havre had seen. Her face had a perfect heart shape with the faintest freckles that made this powerful woman also seem somehow innocent and vulnerable. Jillian barely cared about men and certainly cared nothing for women, but somehow when she looked into Ultra Woman’s wide blue eyes she just wanted to stare into them forever. She shook her head violently and turned away. She focused her eyes lower and found herself staring right at Ultra Woman’s boobs. They were so big, so firm, but they didn’t look fake at all. Jillian wondered for a second how the Amazon heroine managed to run around in that red corset without her boobs popping out. She shook her head again and lowered her eyes. Jillian could clearly see the strong abdominal muscles under that red fabric; the costume was so tight it was almost like body paint. She knew no amount of crunches in the gym would ever bring her close to that. She noticed how Ultra Woman’s waist narrowed pleasantly before curving out to form wide, sexy hips and then two impossibly long legs. Jillian scowled, even Barbie dolls would envy that figure. She looked back at the heroine’s smiling face. The supernaturally perfect Amazon princess hadn’t even noticed Jillian was checking her out with undisguised envy. Or if she did, she apparently didn’t care.
Jillian decided to focus on the criminals, they were all suspected mob members but no one had ever managed to get enough proof to prosecute them, was this Jillian’s lucky day? Ultra Woman had just flown out of the sky and dropped them in front of the courthouse. “You may arrest them now Ms. Havre, they are quite helpless in my magic lasso.”
“I can see that Ultra Woman but what are the charges?”
“Base villainy.”
“Um, that’s not really a charge. Got any details?”
Ultra Woman picked up her golden lasso. “Fear not! The power of the lasso of truth shall compel them to confess their evil deeds and-“
“Excuse me? Your what?”
“My golden lasso forged by the gods themselves from the ancient-“
“And it does what again?”
“No lies can withstand the light of truth found in the golden flame of the magic lasso of the Amazon-“
“Um, right. So other than your yellow rope you have no real evidence?”
The gorgeous blonde’s open and joyful face suddenly turned stern and hard. “You doubt the word of the chosen champion of the Amazons?!”
“Hey I’m just saying that if all you have is a fairy tale about your rope, well, really I’ve got nothing to hold them on.”
“But in America-“
“I really don’t care what they do in America, this is Canada and here at least we don’t recognize ‘Amazon magic’ as evidence, so either show me something real or let them go.”
“But-“
“And I mean now, before I haul you in for kidnapping.”
Ultra Woman’s normally serene face contorted into a scowl but she flicked her wrist and mobsters were freed. She flew off without another word but Jillian could swear she heard the heroine whisper ‘bitch’ as she left.
***
September 1999…
It took two more years before Jillian could amass enough evidence to finally prosecute the mobsters Ultra Woman had tried to bring down with her magic rope and blond ambition. Two bitter years made all the more difficult since the mobsters were constantly on guard after Ultra Woman’s heavy-handed tactics. But now she finally had them.
Jillian was driving to court for their trial when she got stuck in traffic. The radio said the Avenging League of Justice was fighting some supervillain downtown. Jillian abandoned her car, paid a Chinese delivery guy fifty bucks for his bicycle and made it to court just as the judge was going to dismiss the case because she was a no-show. Jillian put on a smile, tried to hide the bicycle grease staining her pantyhose, and started her case. All the time she was cursing superheroes under her breath.
But she made it. She got them. And everyday she woke up knowing the she going to show that bimbo heroine how things were done.
She was walking out of court, talking to reporters, dropping hints about her future. After this prosecution, a seat in Parliament was not out of the question. Then she could effect some real change, maybe make those stuck-up American superheroes more accountable. She smiled at the thought of giving Ultra Woman a ticket for indecent exposure.
Someone was asking a question about whether or not the mob might seek revenge for her prosecution. Jillian chuckled; these reports obviously had seen too many Hollywood movies. She was just opening her mouth to speak when she saw something shinning at her from across the street, like a telescope or something.
Then she heard thunder and suddenly felt very sleepy.
All around her people were shouting and running around but she couldn’t hear them, she could only hear some roaring in her ears.
Her last thought was how odd, thunder on such a clear day.
***
February 2000…
After the shooting, Jillian spent months in a coma on the edge of death. But she was saved by Dr. Boyd and his mysterious process. Not just saved but improved! Transformed! She was no longer just Jillian Havre, prosecutor, now she was a superheroine, able to fly, lift cars and laugh at bullets. And she was part of a team, there were two other ‘Global Protectors’ and Dr. Boyd promised there would be more.
Since she’d awoken New Year’s Eve 1999 she had a few adventures, some fun, some embarrassing. She still didn’t like the idea of putting on spandex and fighting crime but events had shown that she could do a lot more good as a heroine than as a lawyer.
But Jillian still wasn’t sure.
She was standing naked in her bedroom looking at the costume on the bed. A simple one-piece bathing suit decorated like the Canadian flag. Val had found it on-line somewhere. There were also matching red gloves, thigh-high red boots and a red mask. She and the other two girls had been arguing about costumes for weeks. Val wanted something practical, with body armor and pouches but Jillian had talked her out of it.
In their first real fight they learned that their powers made them almost invulnerable but would only protect skintight clothes. So they either had to wear embarrassingly tight outfits or risk being stripped naked in the middle of a fight.
Besides, Jillian said, if they were going to be superheroines they had to look the part, not like extras from the Matrix.
But now with the costume in front of her Jillian was having second thoughts. She heard a voice a lot like her mother’s saying she was a grown woman, a lawyer, why was she going outside wearing a bathing suit and dominatrix boots!
She had no answer.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come on Jillian! We’re waiting!”
She reached for the suit. How bad could it be?
***
August 2000…
“Jillian is this really you?”
“Yeah it’s me, I’m Maple Leaf.”
She was sitting in a restaurant with Kent, a reporter she knew from Toronto, a friend. A friend with benefits.
“I flew down as soon as I saw this in the paper, you can’t be serious!” Jillian sipped her wine. “I mean, a heroine? A vigilante? This goes against everything you stand for!”
“Look Kent, it’s complicated.”
“Jillian you were always the first one to speak up after some steroid-addicted hero smashed up downtown. And now you want to be one of them?”
“Well maybe I’m just the one to do it ay? Maybe me and the Global Protectors will show all those other heroes how to protect people without breaking the law, without massive property damage? Do you know we’re practically the first all-woman superhero team? We have a new outlook, new ideas about how to be superheroes.”
“The first? What about Bikini Force?”
Jillian just snorted. “They weren’t heroines, just bimbos. Did you know they quit because they put on some weight and couldn’t fit into their bikinis? We’re nothing like them.”
Kent chuckled. “Wouldn’t know it from the costumes.”
Jillian jumped to her feet and erupted. “What the fuck is wrong with the costumes?! It’s not my fucking fault we have to wear spandex! And so what if we show a little skin! I don’t hear any of the guys complaining!” She looked around and realized the whole restaurant was looking at them. She sheepishly sat back down.
“I’m just saying if the bikini fits-“
Jillian splashed the rest of her wine in Kent’s face and stormed out.
“I swear to God, by the time I’m done everyone will respect the Global Protectors…” She muttered on her way to her car.
***
January 2001…
“Die Global Protector!” The Incredible Behemoth shouted as he savagely punched Maple Leaf in the gut. The newly-minted heroine went flying backwards, smashing through the front of a car. The brunette blinked a few times until her vision cleared. She could see that Tigress was already down, pinned under a steel girder, Val was exchanging blows with their hulking foe but she already had a black eye and a broken arm.
From the looks of things the Global Protectors first year as heroines would also be their last.
But Maple Leaf scowled and pried herself loose from the ruined car. Whether the Global Protectors succeeded or failed she knew they wouldn’t give up. She reached down and lifted the car. Every muscle in her body burned as she picked it up off the ground but somehow she managed the weight. Across the street she saw the Behemoth down Valkyrie with a vicious uppercut. The blonde heroine’s hair fell out of its customary bun and she fell to the pavement unconscious. The hulking purple monster stood over her leering. He said something Maple Leaf couldn’t hear and reached down to unbuckle his pants.
Maple Leaf’s eyes went wide in horror. NO! She screamed and charged, holding the car over her head like it weighed nothing. Without thinking about it she rose a ten feet into the air and smashed the car on the Behemoth’s head. The monstrous villain fell silent. Maple Leaf landed and pulled the steel girder off Tigress. Checking that the Kenyan heroine was breathing she then ran to Val. The Swede was just starting to stir, she cried out in pain when she tried to move her broken arm.
“It’s OK Val, it’s OK, I got him.”
Then the car moved. It shifted a few times and then flew into the air and landed a block away. The Behemoth climbed out from the crater, battered and bruised, with his pants around his ankles and a snarl on his face.
“Little girls hurt Behemoth! Now Behemoth hurt you! Hurt you dead!”
The two heroines screamed.
But then there was a golden blur, a flash of light and a thud. The Incredible Behemoth fell to the ground cracking the pavement under his massive body.
“Fear not gentle maidens for I, the Zeus-son Apollo have arrived to dispense with this base villain and protect thy virtue from his wanton desires!”
Which is about when Val passed out.
So she didn’t get to see Apollo repair the damage with his Olympian speed. Nor did she the angry car-owner demand to be repaid for his loss. Maple Leaf stammered a few times but the Olympian hero came to her rescue.
“Fear not innocent maid of the great white north, for I, Apollo the Lord of Light have matters well in hand.” From somewhere in his toga Apollo brought out a bag of gold coins. “I believe these will suffice to reimburse your losses citizen.” He turned to Maple Leaf. “The lord of light does thank thee and thy fair companions for thy aid this day, I would have dealt with this threat myself but for the efforts of my mischievous half-brother Hermes and his treachery.”
“Um, yeah. Thanks for paying off that guy and stuff.”
“The coffers of great Olympus are as well endowed as the loins of her sons, mayhap I may show you the truth of those words.” He pointed to a nearby alleyway.
“Um, uh, maybe some other time Apollo, I’ve got to uh… look after my friends.”
The seven foot tall Olympian bowed and kissed Maple Leaf’s hand. “your loyalty to your friends is a true treasure. My Olympian appetites will have to wait Until we meet again!” And then he was gone in a burst of golden light.
The three Global Protectors had almost died fighting Behemoth for three hours. And in five minutes Apollo flew down, beat the villain, repaired the damage and paid off an angry citizen with his unlimited wealth. And hit on her.
Maple Leaf remembered why she always hated superheroes.
The next day the Daily Comet headline read “Apollo Saves City!” The team wasn’t even mentioned until the fifth paragraph: “A new team called the Global Girls also helped distract the Behemoth until Apollo could arrive. ‘We were glad to contribute in some small way’ said their leader Maple Leaf Girl.”
Maple Leaf fumed as she cut it out. She wasn’t sure what pissed her off the most, the reporters ignoring their three hour battle, the made-up quote attributed to Maple Leaf or the fact that she was demoted to ‘Maple Leaf Girl’.
“What does a heroine have to do to stop being called ‘girl’?” Oh and then there were the phone calls from Apollo asking her out. She hung the article on her fridge as a reminder of how far her team still had to go.
“One of these days, I’ll show those hotshot heroes how it should be done. One day…”
***
April 2002…
“Heh, heh, heh, my precious little Shamrock, so weak, so helpless in my hands” Dr. Darkness cackled. He turned away with a swoosh of his black and scarlet opera cloak and reached for breaker on his lab table.
The rookie Irish heroine had fallen right into his trap. The girl had been searching for the evil Doctor’s lair under Megapolis’ old botanical gardens. When she stopped to smell some roses the anesthetic pollen knocked her out and the trap door deposited her in Dr. Darkness’ lab.
He cackled again and poured a bit of the beaker’s contents into a test tube. “A little something to get you in the mood my dear…” He poured the golden honey-like fluid between her lips. The groggy girl chocked on it at first but after a taste she eagerly lapped it up.
“Have no fear my sweet innocent little Irish girl, it is but my own personal brew made from lotus flowers found only on the mountainous slopes that surround the lost city of Shangri-La in the distant Orient. I have found it has most… interesting effects on the female of the species. But I see you’ve already noticed.”
The redheaded girl mumbled something and her hips twitched. She began to take deep breaths and her rigid nipples poked through the thin spandex of her green white and gold swimsuit. With trembling sweaty hands the centuries-old villain reached for the young innocent heroine.
“Somehow I expected better ay?”
“Maple Leaf! Curses!”
“Yup Dr. Darkness. Y’know that whole lair under the botanical gardens thing might have been a good idea in 1902 but here in 2002 we have something called the internet. There’s a whole website listing all your old lairs.”
“Blast you and your high technology!”
“Y’know Doc you have a reputation for being a bit of gentleman villain, I never figured you’d be the type to use a date rape drug.”
“I… that is…”
“I mean you’re an attractive man in an older, Sean Connery, distinguished short of way, I’m sure you have no trouble attracting women, ay?”
“Well of course… but what with my busy schedule and…”
“So this is just a lapse then?”
“Well yes, I suppose you could say…”
“So why not let her go and we’ll just forget about this ay? I’ll just take Shamrock home, no need to mention this to Capes & Masks or The Kirby Guide… I mean she’s barely of age.” ‘Keep him talking Jillian…’ Maple Leaf thought frantically. ‘Don’t let him realize how afraid you are, afraid for the both of you.’ “And I know how important your reputation as a gentleman is.”
“I… yes, I suppose it was a bit ungentlemanly of me…”
Maple Leaf gently lifted the Irish heroine, cradling the redhead in her arms. “Hush Shann- Shamrock, nothing’s going to happen to you, not again…” She whispered soothingly. She Irish girl mumbled something and put her arms around Maple Leaf’s neck and nuzzled her. “Um, not right now Shannon…” Maple Leaf bushed her lips away.
“Oh very well, the girl can go.” The Doctor said with a chuckle.
Maple Leaf turned towards the door. “Thanks Doctor, I knew you were a real gentleman.”
She took a step forward but found her path blocked by Doctor Darkness’ ivory cane. “You are right you know.” He tapped Shamrock’s breasts with the metal tip. “She is quite young, immature. But you my dear…” From his waistcoat he took out a sprayer and shot some gas into Maple Leaf’s face.
“Crap” she muttered as the strength left her limbs. Even Shamrock’s slender form was suddenly too heavy for her to lift; she staggered and lowered herself and her teammate to the ground.
“What the fuck?”
“Oh do not worry my dear you are quite unharmed, you merely inhaled the slightest dose of a special relaxant I brewed from the pollen of the giant poppies found only in the volcanic gardens of Antarctica. It should serve to rob you temporarily of your superhuman abilities.”
“Bastard. What the fuck? I thought we agreed you were letting us go!”
“No, not entirely my dear. I agreed the girl can go unmolested. You are quite right, she is a bit young, and after all she is Irish… A heathen savage race, barely above the animals.” He put the end of his ivory cane under Maple Leaf’s chin. “But you my dear, you are a woman. And I am a man. And a man has needs. I promise it will be quite pleasant, I have mastered over a hundred techniques and will be glad to share them with you. Unless of course you would prefer I make use of your teammate there… she seems quite willing.”
Maple Leaf looked down at Shamrock, the sleeping girl was pursing her lips and rubbing her legs together, lost in some drug-induced fear dream. Maple Leaf remembered how just a few weeks ago she had seen the Irish girl in the hands of Dynamo, drugged, stimulated, driven to do the most obscene things. The Irish girl had no memories of what she had done, but Maple Leaf had promised it would never happen again.
She’d give her word.
“Yes” she said simply.
Doctor Darkness smiled and pointed his cane at Maple Leaf’s shoulder straps. The Canadian heroine scowled but dutifully reached for them and pulled them down. “OK, OK but no kinky stuff all right? I don’t want you doing anything with that cane of yours and if I see electrodes come out we’re done!”
Doctor Darkness chuckled. “Please my dear Maple Leaf, I am a gentleman.”
Maple Leaf took a deep breath, thought of her team, thought of Shannon O’Sullivan, and pulled off her costume. She tried to keep a hand over her breasts and another over her vulva. She hoped this would be over shortly.
“Magnificent!” Doctor Darkness hissed. “Truly you are a beauty for the ages!”
Despite herself Maple Leaf blushed. “Not really, I mean Val or La Sola are a lot more-“
“Nonsense! You speak superficial things, beauty is not a question of sizes or measurements, it is one of confidence, of power. And you my dear, even naked, in the clutches of an enemy still comport yourself with the dignity of a queen!”
“No… you’re just saying…”
“Nonsense! I am a man of my word Jillian. I have slept with no less than three queens and eight princesses and believe me your dignity and poise more than matches any of them!”
Jillian chuckled and lowered her hands slightly. This wasn’t exactly what she expected.
Doctor Darkness took her by the arm and in a gentlemanly way led her to a bedroom off the main lab. It was decorated like something out of a Buckingham Palace, with tapestries and fine antique furniture and a massive four poster bed in the center.
Doctor Darkness bowed and gestured to the bed. Maple Leaf, dressed only in her long gloves, mask and thigh-high boots gracefully sat down at the edge. This was getting really… odd.
Doctor Darkness dropped to one knee in front of her and started unzipping her boot. As he removed it he ran his long thin fingers down her inner thigh. Maple Leaf shuddered. This really was weird. This guy, this villain, this blackmailer wasn’t turning her on was he? He removed the other boot and she had her answer, yes he was.
He took one hand and removed the elbow-length glove, slowly peeling it off and then kissing her hand. By the time he removed the other one Jillian was definitely feeling some wetness between the legs. She closed her legs quickly to hide it. But her skin was already flushed, her nipples erect and she was breathing heavily. There was no way he could miss that.
But the gentlemanly villain seemed to pay it no heed. He unbuttoned his frilly shirt and threw it aside. Under the shirt he was lithe and well-muscled. For a hundred-year old man he was in really good shape. Without thinking, Maple Leaf leaned forward and kissed his chest, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.
“Oh well” she thought, “since it’s inevitable I may as well enjoy it…”
The next few hours were exhausting. True to his word Doctor Darkness was indeed the master of a hundred techniques and Maple Leaf got to try many of them. Eventually the Victorian villain simply outlasted her and Maple Leaf drifted off into a deep, pleasant sleep.
Hours later…
“Huh? What happened?”
“Huh!” Maple Leaf sat up straight in the bed, grateful for the blanket over her. Shamrock walked in rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Maple Leaf was on the bed, naked under the blanket except for her mask. Doctor Darkness was nowhere to be seen.
“Maple Leaf? Is that you?”
“Oh, um, well you see Shannon, I came, um, to rescue you but Doctor Darkness escaped.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s OK Shannon.”
“But why’s your costume over there?”
“Huh? Oh, um, well, after the fight I was a bit tired and decided to uh, take a nap. And um, of course I didn’t want to get my costume wrinkled.” Wrapped in a blanket, Maple Leaf got to her feet and retrieved the spandex suit from where she’d hung it on Doctor Darkness’ electro-capacitor. She pulled it on.
“Maple Leaf I had a weird a dream, I felt all funny and you were there and Doctor Darkness and I could hear you screaming and–“
“Probably nothing Shannon, just the drugs. You really have to learn how to avoid ambushes; I mean I can’t always do this for you!”
“Rescue me?”
“Um, yeah, I can’t always be… um, rescuing you, y’know, like this.”
“I promise I’ll try harder.”
Maple Leaf gave her teammate a hug. “I know you will Shannon, I know you will. Now let’s get out of here.”
***
May 2002…
“Welcome Maple Leaf, welcome to the Avenging League of Justice!”
Maple Leaf gasped a few times, recovering from the trauma of teleporting from Megapolis to the ALJ’s orbiting space station. Once she caught her breath she smiled and nodded to her host.
“Thanks Blue Archer but I’m just visiting, Nightbat asked me up to talk about cooperation and coordinating our efforts. There he is now!”
“You’re here. Good. Let’s go.”
Nightbat and the Blue Archer spent the next hour showing Maple Leaf their space station, their trophies, pictures of past members and other trappings of the world’s greatest superhero team. As a lawyer Maple Leaf was used to keeping a poker face but after all that even she had to admit she was impressed.
“OK, I’m impressed.” She admitted.
“Yeah this place is OK, a lot nicer than our last space station.”
“You had another space station?”
“Yeah it got blown up two or three years back, this has to be what? Our third or fourth space station?”
“Fifth.” Nightbat corrected.
Maple Leaf let out a low whistle. “Not too shabby ay? How do you guys afford all this?”
“It’s not too hard. Nightbat and I are millionaires-“
“Billionaire.” The black-clad vigilante corrected.
“And Apollo and Ultra Woman both have tons of money from Olympus and Amazon Island.” His voice dropped to a whisper “I was in her room one time and I swear Ultra Woman has a diamond the size of a baseball, just sitting on her shelf like a paperweight. Sea King has all these pearls lying around, Astroman has rare meteorites, you get the idea. So money really isn’t a problem for us. And of course guys like Apollo and Astroman do most of the work.”
Maple Leaf thought of all the work she had done raising funds for the Global Protectors a state-of-the-art HQ… “Must be nice not to worry about money.”
“Well Jillian, you don’t mind if I call you Jillian do you?”
“Um, how did you, I mean I didn’t tell you my secret ID.”
“True but Nightbat there is the world’s greatest detective so really, it wasn’t too hard. All the Global Protector’s business stuff is registered in your name.”
“Oh… yeah…”
“Anyway glad to hear you like the place, cause that makes the next question pretty easy, do you want to join?”
“Join?”
“Yup” The Blue Archer straightened his back and put on a more official voice “Maple Leaf, the Avenging League of Justice hereby officially invites you to join as an associate member.”
“Me? Join? But what about my team, my-“
“Hush, just listen OK, we don’t make this offer lightly, we’ve seen what you can do we think you’re ready for, uh, the big leagues.”
Maple Leaf turned sour. “I’m in the big leagues.”
Blue Archer back-peddled quickly. “Of course, of course you are, totally. But I mean, the Global Protectors are good and stuff, that thing you guys did in India was awesome, but the ALJ protects the whole universe and even the multiverse. I mean compared to that, your Global Protectors are-”
“Are what? Just a bunch of bimbos pretending to be heroines?”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! I just mean-“
“I really don’t care, you and your billionaire pals can jerk off in your stupid space station! You can go fight some cosmic whatever but I’m here to protect Earth, to protect the people who need us, we’re going to make this world a better place, not just fight whatever villain pops up this month!”
“But Maple Leaf, we help people, we-“
“Fuck off!” Maple Leaf turned stormed away towards the nearest teleporter.
“Hmph.” Nightbat said.
“What a bitch.” Blue Archer added. “I mean you’d think one of those bimbos would kill to get on the team.”
“Not her.”
“Know something I don’t?”
“Yes.” The dark vigilante said simply.
“Well, yeah, course, you’re like the world’s smartest man-“
“Third smartest”
Right, but I mean what do you know about her?”
“Founded the team. Raised money. Designed headquarters. Would never join.”
“Then why the fuck did we invite her in the first place!”
“Test.”
“Yeah, yeah, a test of what exactly?”
“So we know.”
Blue Archer tried not to roll his eyes at his terse teammate. “Know what?”
“Weakness.”
“Which is?”
“Money. Ambition. Wants to be the best, wants to be us, wants to change the world, doesn’t have the money to do it.”
“She can get money you know, rewards, endorsements…” Blue Archer pointed at the Nike swoosh on his costume.
“Not enough. Comes with strings. Can’t change the world when its masters are paying you. You protest Nike factories in China?”
“Me? Fuck no, not my problem. So yeah, I see what you mean, those girls might talk big but if they have to keep some sponsors happy they can’t exactly upset the apple cart. Yeah I hear what you’re saying. So now what?”
“Wait. Wait for the end. Recruit anyone worthwhile.”
“Like we did with the Blood Corps.”
“Exactly.”
“Maybe we can scoop up that Valkyrie chick, man she’s smoking hot.”
“Not interested. Lesbian.”
“What the fuck? You sure?”
Nightbat just looked at him.
“Right, yeah, course you’re sure. How about that Spanish chick they got? Man I bet she’d fuck anything with two legs and a cock.”
But by then Nightbat had disappeared. Blue Archer shook his head, that conversation was probably the most words that psycho vigilante had said to him since he joined the team.
Meanwhile Maple Leaf spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out the teleporter controls. Finally she crossed her fingers and hit the big green button.
And arrived in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
“God I hate those assholes!” She screamed.
***
June 2002…
“Since the Global Protectors were formed just over two years ago we have made tremendous strides to protect the weakest people all over the world. Whether fighting floods in Bangladesh, stopping illegal mining in the Amazon or just catching some bank robbers here in Megapolis we’ve done our best to make a difference here.”
“When we started it was just Tigress, Valkyrie and myself but since then we have been joined by powerful new members like La Sola, Rising Sun, Shamrock and Aussie Girl. And we have more members to come.”
“Today the Global Protectors are soaring to a new height with the dedication of our state-of-the-art headquarters the Gaea Building!”
Maple Leaf reached down and threw the switch. Powerful spotlights activated illuminating the twin domes of the new building. She’d seen it hundreds of times in plans, computer models and during construction but this was like seeing it for the first time. It was beautiful. It brought a tear to her eye.
It almost made her forget all the promises she’d made, all the compromises, all the donors she’d sweetened up.
Almost.
She turned back to the audience and whipped away a tear.
“The Global Protectors are here to stay!”
***
August 2002…
Maple Leaf crawled through the endless caves. Her stomach rumbled, all she could think about was food.
She heard a squeak in the darkness and pounced. She felt the warm furry beast in her fingers and eagerly snapped its neck. She jammed the rat’s entire body into her mouth and devowered it in three bites.
How many weeks had she been there? She had no idea. They’d been so cocky, so confident that their powers were more than a match for anything in these dungeons. They had been so wrong.
The Wraithlord had easily defeated them all. Sometimes she could hear the screams of her teammates Shamrock, Star, Rising Sun and Valkyrie echoing through the caverns. At first she’d pitied them, and wished she could take their place. But now she was happy. Better them than her. Better anyone than her.
She heard something scratching on the stone and smelled brimstone. She swallowed hard. HE WAS COMING! Her heart started to pound, her body screamed RUN! But she did not dare move. There was no hope of escaping. She forced herself to sit there and wait. Maybe this time the demon would not hurt her too badly…
She woke up in her own bed screaming, the sheets drenched with sweat. It had been a week since they’d escaped the Dungeons of the Wraithlord and had yet to sleep more than an hour or two.
The worst weren’t the memories of torture or humiliation. Though they were bad enough. But the memories of what the Wraithlord turned them into. She could still remember whipping Shamrock and Star, making them bleed and suffer and how happy she felt that they were the ones being whipped not her. She remembered how grateful she was for the chance to hurt someone else, and not be hurt herself. She still couldn’t look her teammates in the eye.
But today all of that would change. At least if Val was telling the truth. She reached for the intercom.
“Val, you still up?”
“Jillian, it’s three in the morning.”
“I know, but… well… can we do it now? Obviously you’re up.”
“I thought you wanted some rest before-“
“Yeah, I did, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen ay?”
“Okay come on down.”
Soon Maple Leaf was sitting in Val’s lab while the Swede made some last-minute adjustments to the strange helmet in her hands.
“Val, you’re sure this will work?”
“Well no. Not until I try it. Mental manipulation is a new science and I still barely understand this technology but… well you talked to Shamrock.”
“Yeah, that was pretty impressive. I mean she was like a basket case and now… just sweetness and light. Can you really do that to me, I mean, not the sweetness and light stuff, but just make that last case go away?”
“So far, so good but Jillian I have a question, what about next time? I mean the Wraithlord was the worst we’ve been through but it’s not the first time some of us have had… an unpleasant experience.”
“Yeah. I hear you. I… I really don’t know. I mean we can’t just sweep everything under the carpet ay? But on the other hand there’s certainly stuff I’d rather forget, like that time in the shopping mall ay? Did you know I still can’t go into a shoe store? I just start to shake. A couple more cases like that I’d be ready to quit. So yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean yeah. I mean Val we’ve been through a lot and I trust you. If you think we’re better off not remembering some gory details of some case, then yeah, go ahead and do what you think is best.”
Val looked at the mind control helmet in her hands. Suddenly it felt a lot heavier. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s my call. Now do it.”
Val sighed and put on the helmet. The visor began to glow blue, hiding Val’s tears. “Maple Leaf, I want you to forget everything that happened in the dungeons of the Wraithlord. You will remember getting lost in the caverns. You will remember something terrible happened in there. And you will remember Tigress finding us. That is all. As far as you know the Wraithlord’s magic scrambled your memories…”
***
January 2003…
The hulking barbarian warlord leered at the fallen heroine. He’d had to hit Maple Leaf four or five times with a steel girder before she finally fell but now she was senseless on a pile of broken glass. Bruticus looked around. The other Global Protectors were occupied by his minions or putting out the fires throughout the city of Calgary. They were alone.
Her costume was already damaged; tears and rips exposed her pale flesh. The cold Canadian air already made her nipples stand up through the thin spandex. Bruticus grinned and reached down; the thin spandex costume came off easily.
“You are not an unattractive wench! I shall make you First Slave Wench when I have reclaimed my Empire!”
He pulled her legs apart, dropped his fur loin cloth and ploughed in.
***
February 2004…
The sleek Globe Hopper jet streaked north back to America, away from the Pacific Islands and the humiliation they had left behind. In the cockpit…
“Geeze that was embarrassing.”
“It wasn’t that bad Jillian.”
“Not that bad? Val I don’t know what mission you were on but that was pretty much the worst one I’ve ever had! I mean why does Doctor Droid even make robots with dicks? So first they ambush us, then when we wake up we have these stupid mind control things on our foreheads. They make us take off our costumes (why a robot want’s to see us naked I don’t know) and then the really sick stuff starts.”
“Yes but-“
“I mean did you see the way Rising Sun and Shamrock were going at? They were like two hard-core lesbos. It was just sick what Droid made them do!”
“Yes… terrible…” Valkyrie remembered seeing the two innocent young heroines making out together, their sweaty limbs entwined and a two-headed vibrator joining them. She started to sweat.
“And that’s nothing compared to what they did to you and me.” Val remembered Maple Leaf on her knees sucking the metallic cock of one of Doctor Droid’s robots. She remembered lying on her back, slipping between her leader’s legs, looking up at her inviting pink slit and inserting her tongue… She could still taste tuna in her mouth.
“I mean if my, uh, juices hadn’t shorted out your mind-control thing we might still there.” Val remembered the sudden freedom and then smashing the robots before they could trap her again. The whole time her poor teammates continued their obscene acts. Their wanton, carnal, base lusts… Val lowered a hand under the console and rubbed a bit.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Gotta say though… you were good.”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t remember the last time I came like that. It must’ve been like Niagara falls under there ay? I’m still a bit wet. I guess that was your plan huh? You figured out that was the only way to get free?”
“What? Yes, um… that was my plan from the start, clever of you to figure it out.”
“Yeah, well I bet Doctor Droid was caught by surprise. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were a hard-core lesbo ay?”
Val turned beet red. “Um, excuse me Jillian I need to uh…”
“Yeah, go ahead Val, you probably want wash your mouth out and stuff, it’s OK I’ll take the controls.”
“Th-thanks…” Val beat a hasty retreat before her leader could see the growing wet-spot on her costume. Hurrying back through the passenger section of the Globe Hopper she noticed that Rising Sun and Shamrock were asleep together on the couch, their hands and legs intertwined, their lips just inches apart. Shamrock moaned softly.
Val felt a pang of jealousy. The two lovely girls were so tempting… so vulnerable. Still in a stupor after everything they had been through together. It would be so easy to join them, to lead them in a voyage of self-discovery and find new heights of-
Val shook her head violently and unlocked her equipment compartment. She took out the Thrust Master V titanium vibrator and headed for the toilet.
Hours passed in the cockpit. Finally Maple Leaf hailed Val on the intercom. “Val, we’re coming up on Megapolis soon, can you take the controls so I can freshen up? Val?” No answer.
She set the autopilot and crossed back into the passenger section. She noticed how her two younger teammates were lying together and shook her head. Doctor Droid must have really done a number on them, they way they were clinging to each other for comfort. She’d have Val talk to them when they landed. Seeing no sign of Val she knocked on the toilet door.
“Val, you OK in there?”
She heard gasps from the other side of the door. Something must be wrong. “Val?! Val!” She smashed the door open.
“Maple Leaf?!”
“Val?!”
The tall blonde was sitting naked on the toilet a massive dildo jammed up her pussy. With one hand she was mauling her breasts; the other was clutching a picture. A picture of Maple Leaf.
“AHHHH!” The Canadian screamed. She saw Val rise in panic and saw a fist aimed at her head. Then it went black.
Groggily Maple Leaf could hear Val saying something about the others being injured on their case but she couldn’t say anything.
When she opened her eyes she was strapped to an examination table in Val’s soundproof lab. The blond heroine was there, wearing a strange high-tech helmet. Maple Leaf started to rise, breaking one of the straps. “Val what the fuck-“
“Lie down Maple Leaf” said Val. “And be quiet.” Her voice was different, distorted, but somehow soothing. Maple Leaf lay back down.
“I… I’m sorry you saw that Maple Leaf, I really am. You can’t know what it’s like, feeling the way I do but knowing the rest of you will never feel the same way. Never feel…”
She reached down and pulled Maple Leaf’s costume down, exposing one breast. She touched it gently while touching herself, then suddenly stopped. She pulled up the costume and it was like nothing had happened.
“But don’t worry; you won’t remember anything that happened today. As far as you can remember we fought Doctor Droid and defeated his robots. Nothing else happened, nothing else…”
Under the visor Maple Leaf could see tears falling.
***
January 2005…
“Happy fucking New Year Val.” Maple Leaf blew into a noise maker and the Swede obligingly laughed.
They were on the roof of the Gaea Building assessing the damage from last week’s battle with the super serial-killer Red Jack. The left dome was completely shattered and there was damage throughout the building. But that was nothing compared to the damage in the city. La Sola and Shamrock were still helping the Avenging League of Justice put everything back together.
Maple Leaf just shook her head. This was going to be hard to repair. And not all the damage was physical. The two heroines flew around the dome and spread a tarp over the wreckage. It would keep out the snow until real repairs were done.
“I don’t know why we bother some times.”
“It’s only a building, it can be fixed.”
“It’s not just a building, I mean look at you.” Val was still covered with red marks and bandages from Red Jack’s knives.
“I’ll heal Jillian; I just need a few more days.”
“And what about the people in the city? I mean Red Jack’s power came from us! He was just some loser with butcher knives till I had my bright idea of using Aussie Girl as bait. Turns out I just made him more powerful!”
“You couldn’t have known that Jillian.”
“Tell that to the people who died!”
Val had no answer. She just changed the subject.
“It is a shame about the Gaea Building but soon we’ll fix it to look as good as new.”
“Yeah, for the third or fourth time. First we had Shamrock’s boyfriend smash the place up, then that Blackchrome chick and now this. Sometimes I think this building’s cursed. The whole fucking team is cursed.”
“Jillian you don’t mean that.”
“Maybe I do Val, maybe I do. Remember our first case? Those bank robbers? We tracked them down to a warehouse and what happens? You end up captured and I end up strapped to some vibrator chair.”
“Actually Jillian I wanted to ask you about that, I was checking our storerooms and can’t find it anywhere.”
“Um, how would I know ay? I uh, sure never want to see it again. But that’s not the point. Remember how after La Sola and Rising Sun joined we thought it would all be different but within a week Carmen get’s captured by Dynamo and raped by half the prisoners in Weisinger Penitentiary. Then all of us get caught by Ratcliff and his mind control helmet, Shamrock and Aussie join and get caught by Dynamo, Star joins and we get caught by the Wraith Lord… It’s a curse!”
“Um… well… since then things have been OK right?”
“I dunno Val, I dunno. I mean it seems like things have been OK, but like, we still get caught by villains and sometimes when I try to remember what happened I just get this massive headache and feel all nauseous and… and… Oh God I feel it now…” The Canadian champion staggered holding her head. Valkyrie helped her take a few steps.
“Why don’t you come down my lab now, I’ll see if I can do anything about those headaches. It might just be stress.”
She gave Jillian a glass of water and seated her in the examination room. “I just need to get something, I’ll be right back and then those nasty headaches will go away.”
Jillian looked at the cold sterile, sound proof room. How many times had she been in here? The Global Protector’s leader realized she had no idea. She knew she had been in before for psychological assessments after a grueling case but the details were hazy. She tried to remember other sessions with Val but that just made her headache worse. What exactly did they do in here?
The door opened and Val entered wearing a high-tech helmet. Memories came flooding back to Maple Leaf. “No… not again!” She rose and moved for the door but Val’s soothing voice filled the room.
“Jillian sit down and relax. You will stop trying to remember details of old cases. You will stop trying to remember how my treatments work. You will always remember are an excellent leader and you will never lose confidence in yourself or in the rest of the team…”
***
November 2005…
Maple Leaf looked up at the stars, her improved eyes tying to pick out the shapes of the departing flying saucers. She had no idea why aliens decided to invade Easter Island but at least the combined forces of the Global Protectors and the Avenging League of Justice were enough to stop them. She sighed and lay back against the tree. It had been a tough fight. Aussie Girl and Rising Sun were busy on the beach reassembling the island’s famous statues, the rest of the team were busy with other repairs, the Canadian heroine was glad to have some time alone.
“I greet thee fair maiden of the great white north!”
“Huh? Oh hey Apollo.” The Greek god was hovering above her. From this angle she could see right up his toga, he wasn’t wearing anything under it. What a creep.
“I see you are enjoying a well-earned rest after the strenuous efforts of our mighty battle.”
“Yeah, um, thanks for all your help. You really saved our asses back there.”
“For one who wields the limitless power of the Zeus-son this was but a simple task. Though your gratitude is appreciated. Mayhap you wish to express your gratitude in yon cave?”
“Um, no. Just no. Okay. Thanks again but like, you can go now.”
“This is not the first time you have spurned the Lord of Light. Have I not saved you many a time and yet you still refuse me?”
“Look I said thanks, but I’m just not that into you. And don’t you have something going on with Star?”
The glowing Greek hero landed in front of her. His normally smiling face was decidedly dark. “The son of the Sun will not be rejected by a mortal wench.”
Maple Leaf had had enough. She got up to fly away. But Apollo was too fast for her, with one hand he caught her boot and tossed the heroine into a nearby cave. Maple Leaf smashed into the wall and he was on her in a second. She felt her costume tear off, she raised her arm to hit him but was smacked across the face. Barely concisous she felt herself tossed to the ground and her legs brutally pulled apart. She saw Apollo pull up his toga and kneel down. “Long have a I waited for this!”
“No! Stop!”
It wasn’t till hours later that Valkyrie found her alone huddled in the back of the cave. She hugged Maple Leaf and gave her a new costume. “I heard Apollo bragging to Sea King, it just took a while to find the right cave.”
“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe that asshole is Earth’s most powerful hero. We have to take him down Val, we have to stop him.”
“But Jillian-“
“I know, I know we could never take him a fight. But we’ll go to the media, get other heroines to come forward, take him down that way.”
Valkyrie thought for a second about how important Apollo had been in this battle and dozens of others. Without him the Earth might have been destroyed a dozen times by now. She also imagined how frightening he would be if angered. She couldn’t take that risk, she just couldn’t. She cleared her throat and reached into her bag.
“Yes Jillian, of course Jillian. But first I want to show you something. Please turn around and relax…”
***
Memories came back faster and faster…
“Do it bitch, do it or the old man gets it!”
Maple Leaf looked around. The four Wulf Pak gangers all had guns and all had hostages. They were spread out, there was no way she could disarm all of them before some of the hostages were shot. No way. She tried to stall.
“Listen the rest of my team are on their way just put down your weapons before-“
The big one cocked his revolver. “Do it bitch, do it now! Strip or I swear I’ll kill this guy.”
Maple Leaf swallowed. She was a heroine; she protected the innocent, even if meant risking her life, even if it meant sacrificing her dignity. Or worse.
“OKAY!” She undid the clasp at the back of her costume and let the spandex slowly fall from her body. She heard one of the gangers unzip and walk up behind her…
“Jillian you stalled the gangers long enough for the rest of the team to arrive. Maybe they made up some sick stories but you know that nothing else happened…”
***
Maple Leaf was strapped to a strange machine, dildos pumped in an out of her while suction cups pulled hard at her nipples. All the while Dr. Lactose laughed…
“Jillian you were captured by Dr. Lactose but cannot remember what happened next…”
***
Mistress Manacle’s laser lash struck again tearing off a large chuck of spandex and a bit of blood. Held tight by Master Menace’s chains Maple Leaf could do nothing but scream. She prayed Tigress would find her soon.
“Jillian you were captured by Mistress Manacle and Master Menace but nothing happened. The red marks on your body are from when you escaped your bonds...”
***
Valkyrie found Maple Leaf lying naked in a muddy field. She was still twitching; a smile was on her face. Dynamo had long since fled.
Val swallowed hard. It had only been a month since she destroyed the Mind Control Helmet. She already regretted the decision.
“Jillian? Jillian are you okay?”
“Huh? What? Oh hey Val. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“What happened?”
“I think…” She held her head for a long time. “I think Dynamo captured me but… I don’t think anything else happened… I can’t remember anything else…”
Val breathed a sigh of relief.
***
The present…
Maple Leaf couldn’t understand… none of those things could have happened, but somehow she knew they had, those memories were real. They were all really real!
She gasped as the chair; her wonderful, wonderful chair worked its magic again.
Another orgasm, then another… She didn’t have to worry about all these bad thoughts, not as long as her chair was making her happy.
But then something went wrong. The chair, the wonderful, wonderful chair was slowing down, stopping. It was too soon. And she was still strapped in. What was going on?
Reluctantly she opened her eyes.
Val was waiting for her. Val and Kisume.
“Hey Val… I just had the strangest dream about you…” Maple Leaf babbled as she came down from her orgasmic high. She shook her head a few times, opened her eyes fully and was shocked.
It was just… wrong. Val was holding Jillian’s remote in one hand and smirking evilly. And Val’s hair was down and mussed. It looked like… well it looked like ‘just been fucked’ hair. If it was Star or La Sola Jillian would figure it was just their normal hairdo but on Val… Jillian had never seen Val looking like that.
And Kisume… well she was naked for one thing. And on her knees clutching Val’s leg while Val stroked her hair. She was trembling. Her eyes were wild. She was very, very scared. But of what?
“Val?”
“Hey ya Jillian? Comfy? Sorry to interrupt your little ‘relaxation session’ but I got some news for ya. You’re fired!”
Jillian struggled with the bonds on her wrists and ankles. But they were meant to hold her even at full strength, after a half hour of ‘relaxation’ she was no match for them. “Val I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s not funny.”
“What’s that Jillian? You wanna talk to Val? Sorry babe, Val don’t live here no more. Tell her Jap bitch.” She roughly twisted Rising Sun’s hair making the Japanese girl wince in pain.
“Jillian, I’m sorry Jillian! Everything the happened, it’s all my fau-“
Val viciously backhanded the girl across the room. “Now, now, no time for regrets.”
Maple Leaf struggled again and snarled. “This can’t be right! When I get out of this chair-“
Valkyrie chuckled. “Mmm, sure do like watching you struggle, look at them boobies shake.” Maple Leaf stopped struggling. Val leaned down and forced a kiss on the unwilling Canadian, Maple Leaf tried and failed to bite her tongue. “Val, what’s wrong? This isn’t you!”
“Oh Jillian, so close and yet so far… I guess you’ll never figure it out now. Oh well. You tried so hard to build up your little cheerleader club and now it’s all gone. Star dead, Shamrock useless, Aussie Girl insane, La Sola quit, Tigress a vampire, Rising Sun a traitor-“
In the corner Rising Sun sniffled and started to cry.
“-me a villain and you… you’re just a horny lush strapped to a vibrating chair.”
She hit the remote, Maple Leaf’s whole body convulsed as the vibrator re-entered her wet and open vagina. Thin electrodes probed her tight asshole, stimulating and opening it for the next dildo. Maple Leaf gasped.
Val walked around the chair and adjusted something behind it. “Pretty impressive piece of equipment huh? That Doc Droid sure was ahead of his time. A computer-controlled rape chair, six dildos, twelve settings and its own fusion power pack.” She pulled out a wire. “Course the thing about those fusion power packs is if you disconnect the cooling system, they tend to go boom. A small one like this won’t do much damage, just your house and, of course anyone in it.” Val reached down and tweaked Maple Leaf’s nipples. “’Specially if she’s too tired out from cumming.”
Maple Leaf tried to spit but it just came out as drool. Val shook her head and chuckled. “Now let me tell you what, I know you heroines like clichés, and well here you are in an inescapable death trap. So I’ll tell you the whole story AND my evil plan. All you have to do is beg me.”
“Val…”
“Yes Maple Leaf? Do you want something, do you want to beg me for something?”
“Val, puh…”
“Yeah? Is that a please?”
“VAL YOU PUSSYLICKER LET ME GO!”
Valkyrie was shocked for a second, then laughed. “Ah Jillian I should have know you at least would have some courage. Oh well, no exposition for you then. Ta-ta Maple Leaf! Have a good death!”
She turned and left. Rising Sun, still trembling and whimpering followed. She mouthed the word ‘sorry’.
Maple Leaf just sat there, her head hanging limply, her body convulsing as the chair worked its magic. The door closed and the lights went out.
***
“You’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl, you’ll have to be punished you know.”
The blonde whimpered and trembled. Which was pretty much all she could do since she was gagged and tied to her desk. She was bent over forwards, her ankles tied to the legs of the desk and her slender wrists tied to the drawer handles. Her short tight skirt was riding up above the tops of her stockings. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, her bare breasts pressing into the books, files and papers strewn across the desk. A stapler was pressing into her tight stomach. Behind her a petite brunette strutted and smirked. She smacked a yardstick into her hand. That last report had three typos, maybe this (WHACK!) will improve (WHACK!) your performance (WHACK!).
Yes, Kristen Watson and Emily Tillbrook were having an after-hours business meeting.
The door behind them opened. Emily spun in a panic; a tall blond woman filled the door.
“Valkyrie! What, what, a surprise… We were just uh… um… practicing escape techniques, y’know in case a villain ever kidnaps us.” She glanced into the hallway and saw Rising Sun standing trembling behind the blonde. “Um, why is Rising Sun naked?”
Val just shook her head. “And to think I was worried you two might be a problem. Looks like you became a real Global Protector after all huh ‘Spitfire’? Just another brain dead whore.” Emily took a few steps back; she hadn’t been this scared since those days in the Japanese brothel.
Still bent over the desk and gagged Kristen whimpered and struggled with her bonds.
“Aw, don’t be scared, to be honest it looks like you’d be more fun alive than dead. Right?” Val put a hand on Emily’s chin and tapped her on the cheek; the English girl could feel the power in those fingers.
“Um, yeah, sure Val, anything you want…”
Val walked to a case on the wall and smashed the glass. She pulled out Emily’s ‘Spitfire’ costume from her very brief career as a heroine and tossed it to her. “Put it on. And put her in that cheerleader suit you gals keep in the closet. Then meet me on the roof, we got a show to see.” She checked the clock on the wall. “Terminus is coming.”
***
Maple Leaf gasped again, the chair was going faster and faster now, pumping into her harder than ever, it hurt!
She grit her teeth as the twin dildos sped up again. Her mind raced.
‘Val! It was Val all along? No that made no sense, and Val didn’t sound right, she was talking funny, she sounded like… like Wolfe? Come to think of it, she did. It seemed impossible but with all that mind control tech floating around…’ She shook her head, it didn’t matter who it was, she had to be stopped. Maple Leaf strained at the bonds again. She knew she shouldn’t be able to break them; she should be much too weak but…
She strained again.
Something snapped.
***
Val relaxed against one of the Gaea building’s metal domes. Kristen massaged her shoulders. Emily lay between her legs, licking her pussy through the thin spandex. A terrified Rising Sun snuggled close, kissing Val’s breasts while the blonde stroked her hair like a cat.
Val smiled and looked up. Her improved eyes could pick out the orbiting headquarters of the Avenging League of Justice. It shouldn’t be long now.
***
Maple Leaf pulled herself free with a gasp. She stumbled a few steps forward and collapsed against the wall. Her arms and legs ached from the strain. Her whole body was sore from the multiple orgasms. She took a minute and caught her breath and a look of determination settled on her face. She looked up at the basement window, she could just make out the Gaea Building in the distance.
“OK sucker, you’ve taken your best shot! Now it’s my turn!”
Unfortunately that’s when the fusion power pack exploded, destroying the entire house.
***
At about the same moment a wormhole opened 21,000 miles above the Earth. A tall figure dressed in dark armor with a crimson cape stepped out. Lord Terminus had arrived.
Afterword
To be continued?
Well d’uh. Of course.
But I always wanted to say that.
Marcus
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