Global
Protectors – Growing
Pains
By
Marcus Lycus
(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)
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Part
3 – La Sola
Rises
Carmen Mendez finished inserting the foam
rubber ‘enhancements’ and put Rising Sun’s new and improved
costume into the fedex box. She
tsked, honestly the Japanese girl should have thought of this before she
left. There might even have
been time for implants if she had thought
ahead. But no matter, La Sola
was confident that these pads were good enough to pass inspection by all
but the most accomplished voyeurs.
Carmen scribbled a note wishing her teammate
good luck and pointing out that even without the improved costume Rising
Sun had managed to make it to the top three
finalists. Surely with a little
padding of her abilities (La Sola chuckled at the pun) she could go all the
way. She dropped the box off
at the World Peace Institute mail room and launched herself into the
sky.
Carmen enjoyed the cool autumn wind in her
face; it was so different from her native
Just thinking of it made Carmen laugh out
loud. Her friends would be so
jealous if they only knew! Back
in
***
Her father was a wealthy politician who
investigated crime and corruption.
Her mother was an ex-beauty queen and spokeswoman for several
charities. Carmen herself was
the winner of several beauty contests and a budding designer and
artist. Her father’s
dedication, and his pretty daughter, got him plenty of media coverage, and
put a lot of heat on the corrupt businessmen and crime lords he was
opposing. They decided to send
a warning. In that part of the
world warnings are rarely subtle, so they decided to rape and kill his
daughter.
Carmen was home alone that
night. Her parents were out
of town touring impoverished villages. Most of the servants had been given the night
off. Carmen was walking in the
garden, rehearsing a speech for the next
fundraiser. She did not notice
when the three guards at the estate simultaneously decided to take a coffee
break. Or when those guards
collected their stacks of American dollars from a man in
black.
No. She didn’t notice
anything was wrong until a strong hand clamped around her nose and mouth
and a cold blade rested on her neck.
“Don’t move
mi
bonita.”
Carmen froze not knowing what was going
on.
Bandits?
Robbers?
Kidnappers? Or something
worse? Her mind
raced. Where were the
guards? Where was the nearest
alarm? Where was Julia her
maid? What should she
do!?
The captor led her into the house where she
saw Julia was already duct-taped to a
chair. There were four men,
all dressed in back with ski masks, all
armed. They didn’t seem
interested in money. Carmen
shuddered. One of them pointed
a large shotgun at Julia as the hand was released from her
mouth. Carmen got the
idea. She didn’t
scream. Not that anyone would have heard anything, the house had
thick walls and a large garden separating it from the neighbors and the
road.
“My, my father is a very important
man. He can pay anything you
want. But if you hurt us he’ll
make sure you never escape.”
She said hoping they wouldn’t notice how her voice
quivered. They just
laughed.
“I promise we won’t do anything
you won’t enjoy
punta.”
Carmen swallowed.
The knife came out again, poised just above
her full breasts. It hovered
there for a second, then came slashing
down. Carmen
screamed! She jumped back and
collapsed in heap. She clutched
at her chest feeling for the wound, feeling for blood and finding…
nothing.
Her thin blouse and bra had been cut open
without a mark on her.
“Que?”
The thug tossed his nasty combat knife from
one hand to the other, making it spin in
midair. “I’m an expert
with the knife my beautiful Carmen.
I won’t cut you… unless I want
to. That’s why they call
me El
Cuchillo.”
Carmen spun and scrambled for the
door. But one of the big thugs
grabbed her and held her steady. The knife freak smiled again and slashed at her
shoulders. The top fell from
her leaving Carmen naked from the waist
up.
“Whoa.”
The thugs were impressed.
Carmen looked down trying to avoid their leering
faces. She’d always been
proud of her breasts, they were large and full without looking fat, and they
were firm, they stood proudly without any
support. While her friends were
seeking out all sorts of padding and implants for their breasts Carmen knew
she’d been blessed with a great
gift. Two great gifts in
fact.
But
now… She could feel the
cool air from the air conditioners having an effect on her exposed
nipples.
“See how much she likes
it! I bet we could fuck those
tits all night.” The thugs
laughed.
Carmen looked away again and happened to
catch a glimpse of Julia. The
maid was duct-taped to the arms and legs of a wooden dining room
chair. She could see one of
the arms was loose; Julia was working at it and would soon have her arm
free. But she needed
time. And a
distraction. Carmen knew what
she had to do.
She looked up.
“Oh
senior
Cuchillo. Please don’t
hurt me. You are such a macho
man; you don’t need to hurt
me.” She leaned in and
kissed his lips through the ski
mask.
El Cuchillo smiled and peeled
up his mask a bit. He gestured
for his partner to let the girl go and took her warm body in his
arms. They kissed
deeply. He felt her firm breasts
against his body, her pelvis against his own, her tan flesh under his
hands. He knew he had to have
her. He put down his knife and
started to suck on her breasts.
One of the men came up behind her and tore
off her skirt. He admired her butt cheeks moving under her sheer
panties.
Mmm.
Cuchillo could have those
tits; he was going to tap that round firm
ass. He grabbed her hips and
pushed against her ass, feeling it squirm over his
dick. Oh yeah, this was going
to be sweet.
The other two has moved around for a closer
look. Julia seized the chance
and broke the arm of the chair.
She winced at the sound of cracking wood but the bandits were too
distracted to notice. She started
working on the tape with her free hand.
Carmen tried to ignore the man behind her
as she maneuvered El Cuchillo against the wall by the
mirror. Her hands pulled off
his mask and she ran her long fingers through his greasy
hair. Through the mirror she
saw Julia now had both hands free and was working on her
legs.
Cuchillo’s face was buried in her tits; the man behind her
was kissing the back of her neck.
The two others were making lewd comments and taking off their
belts. She just needed a few
more seconds…
Done!
Julia sprang to her feet and ran for the
front door. The two free men
turned in surprise. Carmen took
hold of Cuchillo’s hair and
slammed the back of his head into the
mirror. Then she slammed it
through the window to be sure. Her
strong leg shot up and caught the man behind her right between the
legs. He fell to his
knees. Carmen turned to run
and felt a hand on her sheer panties. Her powerful legs, toned from years of aerobics and dance
carried her forward, the panties tore off
cleanly. The two other
gunmen were trying to pull up their pants and retrieve their guns; they could
do nothing to stop the tan beauty as she raced by.
Naked but for her high-heeled shoes Carmen
shot past Julia toward the front gate.
She saw flashing lights outside, were the police
here? The gunmen were just getting
to the front door. Carmen
couldn’t believe it! It
was going to be all right.
Then Julia tripped and
fell. Carmen
froze. She could see the police
at the front gate. They were
shouting and trying to break the locked gate
down. She could be safe in
seconds. But she saw a gunman
taking aim at Julia. She couldn’t leave
her. Carmen ran back and pulled
Julia to her feet. She gave the maid a shove and started running just as
the police knocked the gate down.
It was still doing to be OK.
Then Carmen heard
thunder.
Strange.
It was such a clear
night.
She fell on her stomach.
Suddenly she was very
tired.
She closed her
eyes…
***
Carmen found out the rest of the story much
later. The house guards had
been paid off. But then they
had foolishly gone to the nearest bar, still in uniform, and ordered drinks
for everyone. The bartender
was a friend of Carmen’s and got
suspicious. He called the
police.
Julia made it to the police
safely. The cops opened fire
and killed three of the gunmen in a short bloody
fight. No one questioned why
the gunmen were shot multiple times in the back at close
range. Carmen was very popular
and it was quite understandable that some officers lost their
temper. Nonetheless
El Cuchillo managed to
escape.
Carmen spent the next week in the finest
hospital in
The next day Carmen was flown by private
jet to Megapolis and received by Dr. Boyd.
Three months later the Latin beauty awoke
in a hospital bed. Healed, revived
and gifted with great powers. She
agreed to join the Global Protectors without hesitation.
Thus La Sola was born!
***
La Sola’s trip down memory lane was
interrupted by the sound of shouts and sirens from
“Bueno!” Thought La Sola.
“Another chance for the
sexiest Global Protector to show off.”
She swooped down into the concrete canyons
in hot pursuit.
A blue and red figure appeared behind her
swinging from a thin web.
Fifteen minutes later the car was wrecked
and the robbers were all trapped in sticky webs.
“Muchos
gracias Senior Aranio, I mean
Mr.
Arachnid.”
“Oh,
uh nothing to it… really.
Just g-glad I could help.”
The sixteen year old hero known as the Amazing
Arachnid couldn’t take his eyes off the tan, firm flesh in front of
him. He’d teamed up with
heroines before and it was always like
this. They’d meet up, catch
some crooks and then part and he’d have to spend the next hour or two
jerking off just to get his mind sorted
out. Why did heroines always
have to be the hottest, most unobtainable women wearing the skimpiest clothes
possible? He hoped she wasn’t
a telepath like Psyche. That
heroine had picked up his thoughts and almost beat the crap out of
him.
“You know
senior you are very famous in my
country. I know your
cartoon. How did
that song go again?
Arachnid
Can! Arachnid
Can!
Do anything a spider can!
Spins a web, any size!
Something, something he eats
flies!
Such a funny
song!” She
laughed. “Did you sing
that song?”
“Um… not really… the company
sort of just launched that without my permission, I was going to sue them
but I can’t really afford a lawyer right
now…”
La Sola moved closer to the teen hero and
ran her hands over his spandex costume tracing his lean
muscles. He hoped his hard-on
wasn’t too obvious. It
was.
“That is too
bad. Companies can be so
greedy. But it is a good cartoon,
and in real life you are even better.
I saw how you lifted that car.
You must be very strong and have so much
stamina. How old are
you?”
“Huh?
I’m sixt- I mean
nineteen.” His voice
cracked. He started to sweat under his
facemask.
“No
me diga! I thought you were much
older. Just nineteen you
say? I hear you have incredible
agility… you can make all sorts of poses and
positions.” She slinked
closer to the teen and put an arm around him leading him away from the crowd
and the cops. Her fingers idly
peeled up the face mask around his mouth.
“Uh, yeah, I have spider-like agility
to go with the climbing and danger sense… and…“
He was cut off as La Sola pinned him against
a wall and stuck her tongue down his throat.
“Eep!”
he squealed and shoved her as he jumped 30’ into the air and
landed on the side of building. He just hung there for a second before seeming to make
up his mind. “I, uh, my
aunt is calling me, sorry, bye
now!” In seconds he was
gone.
La Sola just shook her
head. She couldn’t believe
the brave hero she had once admired would be such a
loser. She had heard American
men were a bit chicken but this was unbelievable.
The Amazing Arachnid didn’t stop running
until he was ten blocks from La Sola.
“Geeze, geeze… what did I do that
for? She totally wanted me and
I blew it… Damn. I swear
to God if I ever get another chance with one of those Global Girls I’m
gonna screw her every way I
can…”
But that is another
story…
***
Meanwhile across the bay in Weisinger
Penitentiary Dino Morelli shuffled down the corridor towards
‘Frankenstein’s Lab’.
His arms, legs and neck were bound in heavy cuffs and held together
with chains. He had to visit
this converted storeroom once a week for his
“treatment”. The guards
strapped him into the sturdy metal chair and hooked up the wires and
electrodes. It looked for all
the world like he was going to be electrocuted but it was quite the
opposite.
He looked around, the Warden was there, along
with a couple of bored looking guards and staff and that little red headed
engineer Wendy. The Warden checked
his watch, nodded to Wendy and said “Do it.”
“Um, are you sure, I’m still trying
to adjust the settings to prevent-“
“We don’t have all night, do
it.”
“Um,
OK.” She pulled the
switch.
Dino spasmed and
screamed.
He heard a guard explain to a newcomer “The
system drains electrical power from his body, sucking him
dry. He’ll be helpless
for the next few weeks.”
The new guard grunted.
“Hit him again, to be
sure.”
After three or four more times Dynamo was
bathed in sweat and barely conscious.
“OK let him go. His lawyer wants to see him before we put him in the
hole.”
“Lawyer?”
Dynamo grunted. The only lawyer he had was a pathetic weasel from the
public defender’s office. He
popped in to Dynamo’s cell five minutes before the trial and told him
he was pleading guilty. Dino
never even got the weasel’s name.
He doubted that prick was here to see him.
The guards took off the heavy collar and
cuffs and allowed the prisoner to stagger to his
feet. The guards mocked him
as he staggered down the corridor as weak as a
kitten.
“Come on Dyna-Low pick up the
pace.” One guard
‘accidentally’ knocked him to the
floor. “Hey Mr. Supervillain
stop falling down.”
Finally they reached a meeting room and shoved
him in. Dynamo stumbled twice
and collapsed into a chair in front of a slimy looking guy in an expensive
suit. Dino had never seen him
before in his life.
“Who da fuck are
ya? Uncle Rocky send
ya?”
The guy smiled like a shark and slid his
card across the table “Roberto DiRobo
Attorney-at-law. I’m the
guy who’s gonna get you out of here.”
Dynamo snorted in
disbelief. “I got a 40
year sentence for second degree
super-villainy. I ain’t
never getting parole.”
“Who said anything about
parole? All I want is to get
you out of here.”
Dynamo’s eyes opened and he sat
up. This was
interesting.
“I hear they drained your powers dry,
that must have hurt. Of course
I bet the worst thing is feeling
impotent. With your powers you
could blast you way out of this place any time you felt like it, without
them, you’re just another piece of fresh meat on the
block.”
Dynamo
snarled. “You making a
point shyster?”
Roberto reached into his bag and took out
a light bulb he slid it across.
“See what you can do.”
Dynamo growled but picked it up in a hand
and scowled. He wrapped his fingers around the base and closed his
eyes. In a few seconds the bulb
started to glow dimly. Dynamo
started to sweat and the bulb achieved full radiance then sparked and burned
out. Dynamo grunted and tossed
it behind him. It shattered
musically.
“So I guess you still got some juice
in you.”
“Yeah, if you got an escape plan that
uses light bulbs I’m your guy.”
“Funny thing about electricity we use
it for so many things, light bulbs, alarms, computers, even
locks. And a lot of those functions
don’t even use much current.”
He reached into his bag again and pulled out a pocket calculator with
no batteries.
“I’ll be back in a week or
so. When I come back I want
you to have this thing and make it show the numbers from 1 to 100 counting
down. Think you can do
that?”
Dynamo picked up the Dollar Store calculator
and looked at it. Couldn’t
be too hard. “What the
hell. I’ve got the
time.”
***
After the Arachnid ran away La Sola still
felt a bit randy. She started flirting with a newspaper reporter at the
scene and ended up taking him home.
The poor boy barely lasted an hour and left
her feeling completely unfulfilled.
La Sola wondered if another superhero would
have more stamina.
***
A few days later she teamed up with the Blue
Archer, an older more experienced
hero. Fifteen minutes
after they caught the VX mercenaries the two were fucking like bunnies in
his penthouse. But La
Sola found to her disappointment the archer had no real
superpowers. Certainly not the super stamina she hoped
for.
After a few more ‘team-ups’ she
dropped him with a lame excuse.
“Oh
senior Archer so nice to hear from
you.
Tonight? No, I’m sorry but tonight is the night of washing
the hair.”
He called her every day for two weeks before
he finally got the hint.
Once he realized he’d been blown off
he promised if he ever got another crack at one of the Global Protectors
he’d ream her so hard she’d never walk straight
again.
But that is another
story…
***
Back in Weisinger Penitentiary Dynamo was
strapped to the chair again. There
were fewer people to watch the show this
time. Just the two guards and
the red headed girl Wendy. Once
he was strapped in she leaned over and whispered to him “I adjusted
the settings a bit, I don’t think it will hurt as much this
time.”
Dynamo just
nodded. He had other things
on his mind.
Then she pulled the switch and he
screamed. She was right it
didn’t hurt as much… but it still felt like someone was yanking
his testicles out through his teeth.
Afterwards he was taken back to his
lawyer.
In the privacy of the conference room Dynamo
showed off his ability to manipulate the calculator and a few other
devices. It all seemed pretty
pointless to Dynamo, who was going to attack him with a
calculator? But it’s not
like he had anything better to do.
The lawyer sat there and grinned like a
shark. Finally he reached into
his bag and took out a black box with a metal peg sticking out of
it. He swiped a key card through
it, the box beeped and the peg retracted.
“This is the same model the prison uses
for their locks. See what you can do with it.”
A light went off in Dynamo’s
head.
***
Naturally, almost every night Carmen called
Johnny and left messages for him.
They started coy, inviting him to dinner, asking to meet for coffee
or seeing how he’s doing. But as the weeks went on without an answer Carmen’s
messages became sultry and finally pretty
desperate.
Somehow no one had managed to make her feel
the way that fireman did. But
he never called back.
***
Lonely and frisky Carmen when to a club called
7 Heavens. She’d invited her teammates but Kisume was in
So she put on her smallest, tightest black
dress and headed out alone.
At first it was a lot like being back
home. The American men
couldn’t dance of course, and the music was terrible, and there was
no smoking, but if she closed her eyes and let the music take her Carmen
could imagine herself in a club in Buenos Aires having fun with her
friends.
The talented and gorgeous Argentine soon
attracted her own crowd of men, some of whom were good looking, others were
good dancers and one of them was both!
She gravitated to him and the danced, ignoring the unattractive,
untalented men who tried to butt in.
Soon they were entangled, his hands all over her, surrounded by a
knot of horny guys who could not look away.
A fast song with a strong bass came
on. Her dance partner slid his
leg between hers and started rubbing up and
down. Carmen moaned and pushed
her eager pelvis against the leg enjoying the
stimulation.
Her breathing became ragged, she started
to sweat openly and then pant. Her
fingers curled and scratched his back through the shirt, and she screamed
madre de
dios! It was about then
she realized she everyone in the club was staring and there were three spotlights
on them. They looked up, they
looked around, they ran for an exit.
The club applauded.
They didn’t stop running until they
reached an alley across the street to catch their
breath.
“Mierda, madre I can’t believe
I…”
“Yeah
babe. Me
too. That sure was
something. You sure were
something.”
“I- I should go home…”
”OK babe, if that’s what you really want, but first, can I get
a good night kiss?”
“I-“
He kissed her deeply while once again rubbing
his leg between hers and squeezing her tight butt
cheeks. Carmen’s breathing
became ragged again, she couldn’t believe she was still turned on after
that display but she couldn’t help herself, she needed
this. NOW!
“What do you say we head back to my
place and-“
She kissed him deeply, now Carmen was the
aggressive one. Her strong fingers tore open his fly and yanked out his
hard dick. She pinned him to
ground in the filthy alleyway (he hoped it was a puddle of water he was lying
in) and pulled up her skirt. She
tore off her own panties in one swift move and was on top of him and he was
inside of her. Carmen cried
out again, not caring who heard now, she was lost in her
pleasure.
But pleasure in life is all too
fleeting. In just a few minutes
she felt hot fluid shooting inside her, her partner gasped once and relaxed
and she was left unfulfilled. He
wiggled out from under her and tried to hold his pants
together. “Hey, uh, it’s
been real OK? But I
gotta…” He
ran.
Carmen crawled to her feet, dirty, humiliated
and still unbelievably horny.
“Hey! It’s that chick from the
club!”
“Told you it was her
screaming!”
“Um…” Carmen looked at them,
it was two guys from the good-looking but can’t dance
group.
“I-“
“You know you want
it…” Their hands were
all over her, her body responded before her mind could even catch
up. And then it was too late,
she surrendered.
From a nearby rooftop yellow eyes watched
everything.
***
Over the next two weeks Dynamo learned to
open locks, turn off alarms and manipulate other
electronics. Each time he mastered
something new he figured that was it, it was time to get out of here but
each time Roberto came back with a harder, more sophisticated
task. And
then…
“Got something new for you to
try.”
“No more calculators or keypads or
anything?”
“Something a lot more
fun.”
He led Dino through the grey hallways outside
to the yard where the conjugal visit trailers were
kept. Dynamo hoped this was
what it looked like.
It was.
More or less.
“Meet your new fiancé Candi
Kane. Candi meet
Dino.”
“Pleased to
meetcha.”
Candi was a slutty-looking brown haired girl
dressed in a thin, almost see-through version of Maple Leaf’s
costume. She was chewing gum
and popping it loudly.
“I figured you’d like to see someone
familiar for your first visit.”
“How did you-“
“Conjugal visits are usually for
fiancés and wives only, but as it happens Candi here is
‘engaged’ to about half the men in the
joint.”
Candi giggled and flashed a diamond
ring.
“Well thanks man, see you a couple of
hours I guess.”
“Hmm?
No, I’m not going anywhere.
I’m here to teach you some new tricks.”
“Uh dude thanks but I really can’t,
y’know, not with you watching and stuff.”
“Sure you
can. Now Dino put your hands
on Candi’s tits and run a light current through
them. That’s it.
Candi how does that feel?
Be honest?”
“P-pretty awesome
man.”
“That’s good, now put one hand
between her legs…”
***
After that first night at the club Carmen
stayed away for a week but each night the aching of her thighs threatened
to drive her mad. Finally she headed out again.
This time she kept her desires in check long
enough to find a guy and bring him home.
But even with his tongue and fingers working overtime the new partner
was exhausted too soon.
So was the partner the next
night. And the
next.
After a week of barely fulfilling encounters
Carmen tried taking two men home.
It meant lowering her standards a bit to find a pair who were up for
this but it worked out. Doubling her pleasure and doubling her fun helped a
lot. And as word got around
the club scene she had her pick of the place.
***
“Um, hi?”
“Come in Wendy, come
in. My client and I just wanted
to meet with you briefly.”
“Um, OK.”
“Have a seat.”
The young engineer sat down and Dynamo took
her hand in his. Wendy jumped
a bit from the static electricity but sat back
down. She started to feel pretty
good.
“We have some questions about the process
used to drain his powers and suggestions how to make it less
painful.”
“Sure, sure… glad to
help.”
Roberto
smiled. Meanwhile his electronic
brain sorted through the information on young
Wendy. She was a genius, just
23 but a recognized expert in superhuman
containment. Letters in her
college paper and her personal emails showed she was an idealist, looking
for ways to hold supervillains humanely, negating their powers without hurting
them. Plus her boyfriend had
dumped her a month ago. She
squirmed in her seat, and her breathing got faster, just from Dynamo’s
hand on hers. Yes, Roberto
concluded. She was
perfect.
***
A week after that…
The guards drained Dynamo again and he stumbled
back into the conference room to see
Wendy. The young engineer was
dressed in the same suit as last time (it was the only suit she owned) and
still wore the geeky glasses.
“Mr. Morelli, it’s good to see
you again. I’ve been looking
at some of the ideas you and your lawyer suggested but I’m not sure
if they’re feasible. I
need to do some tests but hopefully in a few
months-“
“Oh…”
“Well you know these things take
time.”
“I guess (cough, cough)” Dynamo
wiped his mouth with a tissue. It
came away red.
“Oh my
gawd! What
happened?”
“Dunno, just started coughing blood
since my last treatment. They say it’s nothing to worry
about…”
“Are you
sure? Has a doctor looked at
you?
Dynamo coughed again into another ketchup-filled
tissue.
“We gotta do
something! Something has to
be wrong with the system!”
Dynamo coughed again and doubled
over. Wendy forgot her professional
composure and ran over to him helping him sit up.
“T-thanks.”
“Oh gawd, oh gawd, we gotta do
something.”
As she helped Dynamo up he put a hand on
the base of her neck just like Roberto told
him. He started to visualize
the electric signals traveling along her
spine. She stiffened for a second
as unfamiliar feelings swept over her.
“The machine, could you turn it
down? Make it less
powerful? Y’know so it
doesn’t hurt as much?”
“You mean
sabotage?!
No! No, I
can’t!”
“Wendy
please-“
“I… I’ll try
something…”
Dynamo leaned in and kissed her, one hand
clutched her small breast. The
girl’s body shuddered in his hands and she
gasped. He let up noticing the
sweat on her forehead and her flushed cheeks.
“Please Wendy, for
me.”
***
And a week after that Dynamo fucked the little
redhead right there in the conference
room. With his new skills she
went off like a rocket, completely out of
control. Dynamo hoped the
soundproofing was up to snuff.
She promised to do anything she could to
help him.
***
Jillian said goodbye to Carmen and got on
the flight to
She was a bit curious about the
invitation. This millionaire
had never expressed any interest in charity
before. He was always more concerned
with promoting himself in books, a reality TV show, even a board
game. Why the sudden interest
in superheroines?
A limo met her at LaGuardia and took her
into the tycoon’s downtown headquarters, a black glass and marble
skyscraper. Just walking in
the door made Jillian feel very conscious of her three year old suit and
the threadbare costume under it.
This could work, she reassured
herself. This guy obviously
has so much money he could fund the GP’s needs out of his pocket
change. She cleared her throat
and rehearsed her presentation to
herself.
She’d just gotten to the part about
the GP’s need for a supersonic VTOL jet to respond to emergencies around
the world when he walked in.
“Ah you must be Maple Leaf; it’s
a pleasure to meet you. I am Ronald Carde.”
“Yes, um, I’m pleased to have this
opportunity to meet with you and discuss some of the work the Global Protectors
have done and-“
“Yes, yes, very glad we had this chance
but as it happens I’ve been called away to my casino in
“Oh, I
see” Maple Leaf’s
face fell, that meant another night of hotel bills, rescheduling her flight
and a dozen other expenses the team just could not afford, but she knew she
had to be professional. “I
guess we can reschedule for tomorrow-“
“Actually, why don’t you join
me? There’s plenty of room
in my corporate helicopter and I can spare you a suite
there.”
Maple Leaf thought about that for about a
nanosecond. “Sure.”
***
Johnny Five called Carmen as she left the
airport. She spent ten minutes
screaming and cursing at him for not calling sooner but the fireman explained
he’d been out west fighting forest fires in
She agreed to see him that
night.
They almost didn’t make it to the
bedroom. Their clothes did not;
they were left in small piles between the door and the
bed.
Johnny’s stamina was
endless. Carmen’s memory
had been right. All of those
faceless men from the clubs were nothing compared to this magnificent stallion
of a man. He was like a
machine.
But… but… no matter how long they
went each time Carmen felt unfulfilled.
The more she got, the more she
wanted. When Johnny finally
left (he said he was on duty early) she was even hornier than when they
started.
***
Across the bay in Weisinger Penitentiary
Dino Morelli shuffled down the corridor one last time towards
‘Frankenstein’s Lab’.
The guards strapped him in and hooked up the wires and
electrodes.
He looked around; the Warden was there, as
was Wendy and his lawyer. Roberto
nodded. Today was the day!
“Do it.” The Warden muttered, more
concerned with reading the sports page than with the prisoner in front of
him.
Dino
spasmed.
“OK let him
up.”
“Thanks warden, much
obliged. Much obliged
indeed.” He winked at Wendy
and she giggled.
The warden was just starting to say
“huh” when Dynamo fried him.
The two guards went down next.
“HEY!”
Wendy yelled. “You said you wouldn’t hurt
them!”
“It’s OK honey, they’re just
stunned y’know.” He
took her chin in his hand and kissed her, playing with her pleasure centers
so she wouldn’t notice the smell of burnt meat in the
room.
Roberto walked
up. “Come along now, we
need to get to the control room before anyone notices what happened
here.”
“Huh?
I thought Dino and I were going to escape so we would be
together…”
“Uh, yeah, sure
babe. But we need to y’know,
make a distraction so they can’t find us.”
“Oh.
OK. So long as no one
gets hurt.”
“You got my word of
honor.”
***
Back at the World Peace Institute Carmen
put her feet up on the desk and opened the Spanish language edition of
Cosmo. With Maple Leaf was off
in
As if.
As if the local cops would ever bother to
call on some neophyte heroines when they could call on Ultra Woman or the
Avenging League of Justice or someone.
Yup, Carmen could look forward to a relaxing
day of reading Cosmo. She flipped
to an article on 30 tips to get the perfect orgasm and rubbed her legs together,
she hoped Johnny would be free tonight.
She’d try all of them with him.
Then the alarm rang.
***
“All right DiRobo, I got into the computer
and opened the cell doors. Can
we go now?”
“No, not just
yet.”
“What the
fuck? The guards are too busy
fighting the prisoners; I can fly out of here in no
time. I’ll just carry you
two and-“
DiRobo reached into his bag and tossed Dynamo
a package. “Put this
on.” It was his supervillain
costume.
“Hey it’s my
suit! You even dry cleaned
it! Let me put it on, but after
that we’re out of here.”
DiRobo just chuckled.
***
La Sola was halfway to the prison when she
got a call on her cell phone from the warden telling her to head right for
the control center in the central tower.
“It’s
Dynamo! He’s breaking down
the door, he’s captured a girl!”
“Mierda”
the Argentine beauty swore. She
tucked her cell phone back into the thigh-high boot and hurried for the
tower.
***
“Can we go
yet?”
“Tell me Dynamo, have I been helpful
to you?”
“Huh?
Yeah. I mean without
you I’d have never figured out that stuff about alarms and women and
stuff.”
“And did I ask for any
price?”
“You mean like money and
stuff?
Naw.”
“And didn’t you ever wonder
why?”
“I… I mean, I wondered but y’know
why look a Greek gift in the horse’s mouth.”
DiRobo’s powerful computer brain needed
a second to figure out what that was supposed to mean.
“Well now it’s time to pay me
back.”
“Hey, sure, no
problem. Just let me rob a bank
and I’ll-“
“I’m not looking for
money. I just want you to put
on a show.”
“Huh?”
That was when La Sola smashed through the
wall.
***
Maple Leaf was dizzy from trying to keep
up. First was the luxurious
helicopter ride. She probably could have flown to
Then Carde left for his meeting but promised
to meet with her for dinner. She
was rushed to the casino’s beauty salon for a makeover and then the
boutique where she was fitted for a tight red dress that cost more than her
car. She looked at herself when
they were done, she was gorgeous. She couldn’t believe she was the same
woman.
Then came dinner and a concert by a washed
up 80s pop star. It wasn’t
bad actually. Maple Leaf remembered
thinking the singer was cute back in high
school. She tried to steer the
conversation back towards the GP and funding but Carde was far more interested
in talking about his yacht, his hotels, his parties and his reality
show.
Maple Leaf noticed he didn’t mention
any charitable activities. She
started to wonder if this wasn’t a waste of her
time. But the drinks kept coming
and Carde’s stories about his famous friends and their antics were pretty
funny. Maple Leaf started to
relax. Being a heroine didn’t
mean she had to have a stick up her butt ALL the
time. She decided just to go
with the flow and enjoy an evening with a
millionaire.
Finally the concert ended and they went up
to Carde’s suite for a nightcap.
***
The wall exploded and La Sola landed gracefully
and glared at the villain.
Dynamo wrapped his arms protectively around
Wendy as the debris flew around.
He pulled her in close and prepared to fly out with
her. The shyster was on his
own. “We gotta get outta
here!” He yelled to
her.
Which is about when La Sola’s fist connected
with his jaw.
“Monstruo! What were you doing to this poor
girl?”
“Wha?”
Dynamo was dazed, how had this bimbo gotten here so
fast? He looked around DiRobo
was missing, La Sola was standing over him cracking her knuckles and Wendy
was… well that’s interesting.
“Hijo
de perro!” She turned
towards the red-headed girl.
“Are you OK
seniorita-“
Which is about when Wendy smashed a lamp
over her head.
“Que
es-” the Argentine stumbled back wobbling on her high
heels. Her powers protected
her from the impact but the shock and surprise had left her
stunned. It gave Dynamo enough
time to blast her from behind. The
Dynamo got to his feet.
“Come
on! Let’s
go!” Wendy hugged him again
and waited to fly out. But Dynamo
didn’t move.
“Dino?” He
was staring at La Sola’s gyrating body, his bolt had burned a hole through
the back of her spandex suit, her pussy was just lying there, he could see
the pink between the lips. He
heard her moan.
“Um, yeah, but uh, I gotta do something
first. Hey, uh, where’s
DiRobo?”
Wendy shrugged.
“Well you go check, maybe he went back
to the stairs or something. You
do that and I’ll, uh, take care of business here
OK?”
Wendy looked at him skeptically but finally
nodded and ducked out the door.
Dynamo turned to the prostrate heroine, sparks danced from his
fingers.
***
The nightcap led to another one, then
another. Maple Leaf thanked
Carde for the loan of the dress.
He complimented her and said it was a
gift. He made a joke about how well the dress would go with
his sheets.
Maple Leaf forced a laugh and then
thought. She knew it would come
to this. Ronald Carde was not
unattractive, in a well-preserved, distinguished sort of way, and he’d
certainly been a great host tonight. But she barely knew him and there was
that whole, icky, quid-pro-quo
thing. Maple Leaf couldn’t
stomach the thought of sleeping with a man just to get money for the
team. Her whole life she had
worked hard for what she got and had nothing but contempt for those girls
(and guys) who used sex as a shortcut.
Speaking of
that… Carde brought up
how much he admired the Global Protectors and Maple Leaf’s plan to fight
hunger in Africa and floods in Bangladesh and do all those good things other
superhero teams never bothered with.
Then he mentioned what a shame it would be if those plans were put
on hold because of a little thing like
money. Then he put a hand around
her waist and his tongue in her ear.
Maple Leaf stiffened but only for a
second. She wasn’t
dumb. Everything Carde had said
was true. The Global Protectors
were going to do things no other team
did. The Global Protectors were going to change the
world. And the Global Protectors
needed money. A lot of
it. Maple Leaf knew it would never happen if she let her pride
stand in the way. Surely other
heroines did the same thing? There
was no way a bimbo like Nightbat Girl got all her equipment without putting
out a little something for Nightbat.
Carde started to kiss her neck; Maple Leaf
shuddered as her body began to respond.
She could feel her nipples getting hard already and her skin warming
up. It had been a while since
she got laid but not that long surely?
She’d always found it hard to cum but now she already felt halfway
there. Over many bottles of
wine she’d speculate with Val and Tigress about super-sex but hadn’t
tried it yet (barring that unfortunate incident with Doctor Droid’s
stimulation chair). Well it
seemed this was her chance to find out the truth.
She felt Carde untying the straps behind
her neck. She hugged him and
kissed him back.
***
La Sola crawled slowly and luxuriously towards
consciousness. There was nothing
like waking up in the morning to the pleasant feeling of a man’s tongue
licking your pussy she thought.
She tried to remember who she had brought home that
night. That cute Mexican gardener
from the World Peace Institute? That shy guy who’d been watching her every night
at the Seven Heavens? Johnny
Five? She wasn’t
sure. She moaned again as the stimulation
increased. He was behind her,
kneading her sensitive breast too, had she brought back two
men? No just one pair of hands
but it was so GOOD! She moaned softly and gasped as her costume was peeled
down from her breasts. Those
wonderful hands tweaked her nipples and one reached
lower. OH
GOD! She couldn’t control
herself! She was cumming
already!
Dynamo could not believe how hot and wet
La Sola was! He’d always
figured heroines were frigid bitches but this one was writhing like a porn
star faking an orgasm. He turned
up the juice. She squealed like
a teenager seeing the Beatles.
He flipped her over; her legs opened
automatically forming an arrow aimed at his
target. He plunged
in.
***
“Hey Dino I can’t find that lawyer
anywhere-“
The door was
locked. She pounded on
it. No
answer. Had Dino left her
behind? Did that big-tit bimbo
heroine get the drop on him?
She just didn’t
know.
She heard something behind
her.
***
Dynamo was in
ecstasy! He could not believe
how responsive La Sola was! GOD
her hands were just all over him!
Her hips were bucking like a bass
drum! It was like fucking some
desperate housewife after years of neglect!
Damn! How could a hot chick
like this be so frustrated?
Hadn’t she ever had a good fuck?
He put his hands on her tits and increased
the voltage. She convulsed again and moaned
loudly. Her eyes were still half shut and Dynamo started to have
some scary thoughts. He’d
just seen this bitch smash through a
wall. As long as she was being
fucked out of her mind he was safe but he let up… she could turn him
into Dynamo flavored jelly.
“Mas
papi, mas!”
He upped the voltage
again. And then it occurred
to him just because this lady was a super-broad didn’t mean he could
turn up the voltage forever! He
might electrocute her and then he’d be here fucking a fucking
corpse! Even worse he might
cook his own meat! He shuddered
at the thought and lowered the power he was pumping into her chest and
crotch. La Sola stirred and her eyes began to
open.
“
In the corner, behind his holographic camouflage
DiRobo watched and recorded everything.
***
“Hello pretty-pretty, what are you doing
here all alone?”
“Umm…”
Wendy turned and faced the trio of cons climbing the stairs towards
her. Their orange jumpsuits
were torn and bloody, they’d obviously come through some tough fighting
in the cell blocks below. One
had a guard’s gun; one had a sharpened piece of metal and the last a
fire axe. They all looked like
they hadn’t seen a woman in many years.
“You work here
huh?” The biggest, ugliest
one pointed with his axe at her ‘staff’
badge. Too late Wendy tore it
off and threw it away. “Helping the big bad warden keep up down, bet a bitch
like you gets off on that. Well
let me show you what I get off on.
After what I did to those camp councilors they said they’d never
let me see another woman again.
Guess I’d better make the most of
this.”
He swung the axe and planted it in the doorframe
next to her head. He put his
other hand on her thigh and started pulling up her
skirt. Wendy
screamed.
“I-I’m warning you, my boyfriend
is Dynamo! Yeah, that’s
right, THE Dynamo so you’d better-“
“Diner
Joe? Who’z
that?”
“Y’know that supervillain guy who
got beaten up by those girls.”
“Oh yeah, the
wussy. Like we’re scared
of some de-powered villain who can’t even beat up a
heroine. We’re probably
doing you a favor, showing you what it’s like to be with a real
man. Now
strip.”
“W-what?”
“You
heard me girly, take it all off.
And make it sexy or we’ll be… unhappy with
you. And you don’t want
to see us when we’re unhappy.
We’re not such gentlemen.”
Wendy swallowed
hard. She’d dress
conservatively and professionally today, figuring it would throw off any
suspicions the warden might have.
She wore her only blue suit and white shirt, and a skirt a bit too
short to be truly professional.
With trembling hands she reached up and took off her navy blue
jacket. She reached behind and
unzipped the matching miniskirt next.
It slid easily down her stocking-covered
legs. Then she
hesitated. She was still wearing
her white pantyhose and white dress
shirt. Its tails hung down over
her pelvis affording the frightened girl some
modesty. But not
much.
The big guy pulled the axe out of the wall
and thumped it in his hand a few times.
She started to unbutton the white shirt button by
button. For once her fear served
her well, dragging out the strip-tease, making it much sexier than she could
have planned. The knife guy
took a step forward to hurry her along but the axe-swinger held him back,
he was enjoying this too much.
Finally the shirt was open and Wendy froze
again. The pistol-holder cocked
his gun and glared; she took off the shirt and squealed, she crossed her
arms over her chest to shield her young
breasts. She still had her bra,
panties and pantyhose but couldn’t endure any
more. She looked down and tried
to cover her face with her hair.
Hooking up with Dynamo was supposed to be
fun and harmless. Getting him out of jail was supposed to be a romantic
adventure! No one was supposed
to get hurt, especially not her!
“Aw, she’s
shy. Just turn around little
girl. Turn around and it will
all be OK.”
Wendy complied, grateful that whatever happened
she wouldn’t have to see it coming.
The short greasy one came up behind her and
with two quick cuts of his shiv removed her
bra. The terrified girl shuddered
and whimpered but did not flinch.
It was too easy to imagine that sharp bit of metal cutting through
her tender skin. She felt sweaty
palms sliding down her sides and reaching for the top of her
pantyhose. It went lower, tearing
holes in the white stockings turning them into
rags. She felt the knife go
higher again, towards her waist. She screamed when the blade slashed along her left hip
and then her right. With a jerk
the convict pulled out her panties between her
legs. Wendy was now naked except
for the ragged stockings around her
legs. The thug backed away
snickering.
“Turn around” the big guy with
the fire axe barked. She crossed
her arms around her chest and turned, trying to keep her legs crossed to
cover herself between them. She
trembled again and lost control.
Warm yellow liquid trickled down her
legs. Wendy blushed as red as her hair but the three cons just
laughed.
The big guy walked all around her, taking
it all in, he noticed the fire sprinkler over her head and
grinned. One swing of the axe
severed the sprinkler head and soaked the girl in
water. “Come on girly girl,
take a shower, clean yourself up.”
She stood frozen in fear, soaked with cold water until he leaned forward
and growled. “Shower
girl! Take a fucking shower now and wipe yourself
clean!”
Wendy lowered her hands and started to run
them over herself. The cons
yelled out advice and she was forced to squeeze her own breasts and run her
hand between her legs. “Oh
yeah, shower time is show time.
Always used to like to watch them cute little camp councilors take
a shower before…” he swung the axe through the air a few times
to make his point. Suddenly
it hit Wendy, as terrifying as this was, as humiliating as it was, putting
on a good show for as long as she could was probably the only thing keeping
her from being hurt. Or
worse.
She tried to smile and returned her hands
to her breasts. She tweaked her nipples and shook her
hips. The three cons smiled
and let her get on with it.
***
La Sola screamed as she came again and then
fell silent and still. Dynamo
sat up panicking, did he kill her?
He reached down, she stirred and smiled, “let’s just
cuddle…” she muttered and rolled over
exhausted. Dynamo slowly got
up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he couldn’t believe
it. If it wasn’t for his
powers he was sure she would never have gotten
tired. He zipped up his suit
and opened to door to get Wendy.
And saw her naked with three drooling
cons.
“Huh?
Like what’s going on guys?”
“Hey guys it’s Dyna-Schmo, and
he’s wearing his little play suit again, ain’t that pretty, he’s
all dressed up.”
“OK guys; just get away from her okay,
we’re leaving now.”
“Or else
what? We all know you’ve
got no powers thanks to this slut.
Hell you should thank us for showing her who’s
boss.”
“Wendy come here, we’re getting
out of here.”
“Oh gawd, Dynamo they were going
to-“
“Don’t worry, I’m on
it.”
“You’re so full of shit Dyna-Joe,
even when you had powers you got your ass kicked by a bunch
of-AH!” Electric bolts
shot through the three cons, knocking them
unconscious. Dynamo kept pouring in more power, they started to twitch
and jerk and the smell of cooking meat started to fill the
room.
“Wait!”
Wendy cried out. “Don’t kill them!”
Dynamo
stopped. “Okay but…
how come?”
“You can’t, you just
can’t! I mean you’re
one of those supervillains who just robs banks and stuff right,
right? Not one of those
psychos?”
Dynamo thought about the three deputies in
“So like if you kill these guys,
you’ll totally be one of those psycho villains and YOU CAN’T DO
THAT!”
“Okay,
Okay. Put your jacket on and
let’s go, OK.”
Wendy looked down at the prostrate heroine
on the floor, noting her torn costume and big
smile. “Uh, Dynamo, you
uh, didn’t do anything to her did you?”
“Huh?
No, no way, just had to uh, give her a little shock
y’know.”
“Senior
Dynamo tu eres muy macho…”
La Sola muttered.
“What was
that?”
“How do I
know? I only talk
American. Let’s
go.”
***
The three cons slowly recovered and crawled
to their feet. “Fucking
Dynamo…” They could already hear the shots and yelling as the National
Guard retook the prison.
“Now what?”
Through the window they saw the courtyard
filling with teargas. “We
ain’t getting out that way.
Check the warden’s office.”
The warden’s office offered no way out,
unless of course you can fly. But
it did offer something else…
“Oh…
que
pasa?”
“Hey it’s that heroine chick!
“So horny… what did that
bastardo do to
me…”
She looked up at the three sweaty cons leering
down at her.
“Probably the same thing we’re
gonna do to you super slut.”
***
Maple Leaf crawled out of Carde’s bed
(which seemed bigger than some apartments) towards her ringing cell
phone. The exciting day, the
wine, the sex had all left her utterly
drained. She wondered what time
it was, it was dark outside.
She found her phone and picked it up on the
8th ring.
“Hello…”
“Maple Leaf it’s
Valkyrie-“
“Hi Val, how’s everything in
“Maple Leaf you have to get back to
Megapolis now, something has happened!”
Less than an hour later Maple Leaf was on
Carde’s corporate jet heading back to Megapolis.
***
“How is she Lieutenant
Mulligan?”
“She seems unhurt Miss… Maple Leaf
is it? Like most heroines she
has remarkable healing abilities.
She’s resting now.”
“She looks
OK. Geeze, considering what
she’s been through she even looks happy, satisfied
even.”
It was about 4 am and the Global
Protector’s leader and the head of the Paranormal Crimes Unit were at
When Maple Leaf bent over to check her teammate
the police lieutenant leered at her
butt. When she stood up he was
sure he could see her nipples were hard.
Wow. They moved to a
small office to speak privately.
“And the, uh,
attackers.”
“They’re back in solitary; by the
time the National Guard got to her there must have been ten or fifteen men
in there.”
“God…”
“Well that’s not the worst I’ve
seen this one time when Stella was exposed to that pink glowing meteorite…
well maybe this isn’t the best time for that
story…”
“What about the
media?”
“We’ve kept that part of the story
out of the papers. As far as
they know La Sola was overcome trying to stop a prison
break. I mean if people heard
about something like this they’d lose all faith in our
superheroines. And if the cons
talk, well who’d believe them?
If you listen to their stories you’d think these crooks did nothing
but bang heroines every night.”
“That’s something I
guess…”
“Yeah, shame they’ll find out the
truth once I file my report.”
“What?”
“Has to be done, and under the Freedom
of Information Act the reporters all get to see
it. Damn parasites will probably
subpoena the surveillance tapes too.
They’ll be all over the internet by next
week. Poor girl, her heroine career is pretty much over
already.”
“”NO!
I mean, can’t we do anything, can’t you do
anything?”
Mulligan tried not to smile or laugh at her
reaction.
“Well… I suppose I could leave
out some of the details… No, no I’m sorry Maple Leaf I respect
you as a heroine and I understand your concern but I am a police officer
and I have to do my duty, no matter what the price you and your teammates
might have to pay.”
Mulligan worried he was laying it on too
thick. He need not
have.
Maple Leaf swallowed hard, she couldn’t
believe she was about to say this but after her night with Ronald… well
she knew there were things she’d have to do as the
leader…
She put her hands on his broad shoulders
and thrust out her breasts. She
was an inch taller than him and her nipples were still hard from her night
with Ronald. She knew they’d get his
attention.
“I could… I could make it worth
your while. But you have to
promise, nothing in the papers about La Sola being… about what happened
to La Sola.”
“Sounds like a deal to
me. Let me lock the
door.”
With his back to her Mulligan let his grin
show; he knew he could do it! He
knew it! After years of having
to stand around and leer at these gorgeous heroines knowing he had no chance
with them he was finally going to get himself some
superpussy!
When he turned back Maple Leaf had already
removed her costume and folded it up.
Wearing only her mask, boots and gloves she smiled at the cop beaconed
him over.
Maple Leaf told herself she was only doing
it for the team but in the back of her mind she knew the
truth. Sex with Ronald had been
mind-blowing! She’d never
cum so much before and even after he was spent she still was still
horny. It was like being back
in college, even better than college!
She’d never even felt like this when she was
19. When Mulligan unzipped his
fly she could already feel the wetness inside
her. She cried out as he
entered. Then she closed her
eyes and thought of the team.
***
Three days later…
“Seniora
Valkyrie?”
“Si
La Sola, entra por favor”
“Oh!
I didn’t know you speak Spanish!”
“I don’t not yet anyway; I started
teaching myself Spanish last week.”
“I
see. I’ve never been in
here before, it’s very... how do you
say?
Cozy?”
Val chuckled, as she looked at her cluttered
lab in a converted storeroom in the basement of the World Peace
Institute. “I think cramped
is a better word, but for now it will
do. We’re lucky the World
Peace Institute has given us this much.
Though with that new contract Rising Sun has and with that donation
Maple Leaf got, who knows? Maybe
someday we’ll have a place of our own.”
“I hope so, already I am thinking of
some ideas for it. We should have something different from all those male
superhero teams with their cold skyscrapers and satellites, something warm
and down to earth, surrounded by nature.
I saw some nice land north of the city while I was flying around,
for us it would not be a bad commute.”
“Sounds like a lovely idea La Sola,
but I doubt you came all the way down here just to tell me about your dream
home.”
“No, no I wanted to talk about some…
some strange feelings I have had.”
Valkyrie sat up like she’d been jolted
with electricity. Since her reawakening she too had felt strange feelings
towards her teammates, as if they were sisters, closer than
sisters. None of the others
had hinted at these feelings, did La Sola share them as
well? She looked longingly as
La Sola’s tan legs and the spot where they
met. She imagined she could
see the outline of her nether-regions through the thin, tight
spandex. Her fingers itched to explore them while her teammate’s
warm tongue explored her own. But
would this tan beauty even be
interested? Val looked down
at herself, despite the incredible changes in her body after she received
the Boyd Treatment she dressed like a geeky
scientist. She wore a shapeless
lab coat over her tight spandex costume, superfluous glasses, no make-up
and kept her long blond hair in a tight
bun. She wondered if La Sola
would look past her image to see that under that she was a woman, with feelings
and longings. Lost in a fantasy
she missed what La Sola was actually saying.
“It should have been terrible but in
fact I found it… the opposite.
I mean, I always liked the boys and the boys always liked me but
don’t you agree that’s a bit
much? I know Maple Leaf said
not to discuss it but I really want your opinion.”
Val tried to guess what the heck her teammate
was talking about but thoughts of tongues and fingers and sweaty moans kept
inferring. Of course La Sola was only interested in
boys. Val chastised herself
for even thinking otherwise. La
Sola mentioned something about being
ashamed. She guessed it had
something to do with Dynamo escaping during the fight.
“Um, I uh, wouldn’t worry about
it La Sola. You just made a
mistake, I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
“Are you sure
amiga?
I have to tell you it was a scary
experience. But I suppose
Dynamo’s powers might have affected me.”
“That’s probably it; I promise
I’ll look into it though. I promise.”
“Thank you Val, hey would you like to
go to a club tonight, I know someplace where you will have to fight off the
men!”
Val imagined her teammate in a tight slinky
dress shaking to the music. She
shook her head to lose the image.
“No, no, thank you for inviting me
though.”
“Maybe some other
time?”
“Maybe.”
As she left Val locked the door and started
rooting through drawers. Finally
she pulled it out, her old vibrator!
It had been a faithful companion during cold nights in
“Ahhhh… oh that’s good…
so good… so… so…”
CRACK!
“AH!”
Val jumped to her feet as bits of metal and plastic fell from her
wet pussy! She’d wrecked
it! With one convulsion of her
mighty muscles she’d wrecked the sex
toy! She spent a few minutes
catching her breath and getting over the shock.
Then she carefully wiped herself, put on
the costume and the lab coat, and went on-line to see if anyone made a tougher
vibrator.
***
Upstairs Maple Leaf printed out the latest
update to the Kirby Guide On-Line and taped it to her
door. It wasn’t much but
it was definitely an improvement:
The
Global Protectors are an up-and-coming superheroine team from
Megapolis. In the last year
they have fought fires in
She checked her email; Ronald Carde wanted
to know if she would join him in his luxury box at the
Superbowl. She wrote back that
would love to, unless she was too busy raising money for her cash-strapped
team. She knew he’d get
the hint.
Epilogue
“I’m telling you cousin Frankie,
Wanda’s driving me nuts. Keeps talking about how I can just wear a mask and become
a hero. Call myself Lightning
Lad or Living Lightning or
something… As
if.”
“Well Dino why not just get rid of
her?”
“You mean break
up? She knows my hideout;
she’d call the cops in a minute.”
“I was thinking maybe of something more
permanent.”
“No
way. I mean she’s annoying
as shit but she doesn’t deserve to die for
that. Besides she helped me
escape.”
“Nah, that ain’t what I’m
thinking of. She’s a little
blue-eyed red-headed girl right?
Young, a bit naïve, good looking?”
“Yeah.”
“Well me and dad and my brother Vinny
are about to go into business, there are these new date rape drugs out and
we’re gonna sell them. She might be just the girl to test them out
on.”
“I
dunno…”
“And then, we get rid of
her. There are these websites,
kind of like ebay, but for all kinds of illegal
stuff.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We drug her up, and then sell to some
Arab Sheik or Columbian drug lord.”
“I dunno… I mean she did help me
escape and stuff.”
“Dude, it’s not like she’s
losing out on this deal.
She’ll spend the rest of her life living in the lap of luxury
having constant orgasms from our drugs.
That’s not bad is it?”
“I
guess… You really think
this will work?”
“Dino, this stuff happens all the fucking
time. All the fucking
time. Hell just last month the
Yakuza sold off five Japanese heroines, Moon Princess and the Sailor
Princesses… If it can happen to chicks like that, what’s one little
redhead gonna do?”
“OK I
guess. Wow, selling heroines
on the internet…
Damn. I wonder what one
of those Global Chicks would go for?”
“Forget that Dino, you got lucky once
but you’d better stay away from those chicks, next time they see you
they’ll be out for blood.”
Afterword
Whew,
this last chapter took the longest to write and had to be scrapped and rewritten
from the start. I hope it worked.
SPECIAL
NOTE:
Right now I’ve got 3 stories now in various stages of
completion:
Fucking
with Freedom
Girl
– a patriotic heroine is forced to relive the same day as a villain
stalks and torments her
The
Teen Angels Wild
Weekend
– Five teen heroines are kidnapped by the evil psychologist Mister
Twister. How will he warp
them? What will become of
them? This story was originally
going to be a chapter in Growing Pains but was moved to its own story when
it got to be 40 pages on its own.
The
Global Protectors: All Fall
Down
– One of the team’s oldest foes returns for revenge, taking the
team apart one member at a time.
Each Protector is ruined in an appropriate way until everything falls
apart. Will they recover in
time to meet the threat of Lord Terminus, the world killer?
Freedom
Girl and the Teen Angels are both new characters. I know, I know, people
are still emailing about the UNICORN girls and the Penalizer and I will get
around to using them one of these days but these new characters are a lot
of fun, I promise. From these teasers if you have any suggestions or requests
please let me know.
Looking
ahead I can see a few stories but it’s hard to say which will happen
first. I’d like to revisit
Lauren Crowe (the Victorian Age’s Lara Croft), possibly teaming her
up with Zan-Tar, lord of the Jungle.
I also want to tell the story of Stellar Girl/Stella a sweet innocent
60s heroine who becomes a slutty coke addict in the
70s. And then there’s the
story of the Penalizer and the Incinerator to
continue… Again
suggestions/requests are welcome.
Remember
only feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus
Lycus
Marcus_lycus@hotmail.com
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