Stella and the Minx #33:
REVOLUTION!
Stellar Man and
Night Fox were the greatest heroes of the 60s but in the 70s their female
counterparts Stella and Minx took over!
But now Stella is
in the hands of dangerous anarchists, who can save her now?
Tons of guest
stars as Stella's story approaches its climax!
Marcus Lycus
November 2009
Issue
33 – REVOLUTION!
The sun came over the hills bathing Megapolis in its first
light. Most honest citizens were still
asleep, catching their last few precious zzz’s before work, but the few who
were up and about paused to catch a glimpse of the beautiful autumn sky.
But for one honest citizen the dawn was the last thing on
her mind.
“No… please… I can’t… I…”
“Sssh… it’s OK Stella, I’ll do all the thinking for you, you
just relax, you can do that can’t you?”
“Tired…”
“That’s fine Stella.
Just relax and I’ll take care of everything.”
Stella’s limp body was hovering over Megapolis encased in a
field of violet light. A purple-robed
figure hovered next to her smiling and whispering in the half-unconscious
blonde’s ears.
“Just let me do all the thinking Stella. Just listen to…”
PSYCHE
“Huh? Psyche? Thought your name was Gayle… Nice name…”
“Yes Lynn, it’s me Gayle, we’re going to have some fun
now. Remember how I told you about the
banks, how they rob honest people so they can get rich?”
“Um yeah… maybe…”
“Well today we’re going to do something about them. Isn’t that good?”
Uh yeah… I think… hard to think… tired…”
“Ssh, you’re doing fine.
Are you ready my dear Girl of the Stars?
”
“Huh? OK I guess…”
Psyche smiled and pointed at the headquarters of
Megabank. “Get ‘em.”
Stella’s limp body jerked to attention. She turned and flew at the granite front of
the venerable old building.
BOOM!
The impact shattered every window in the place.
***
“Well, well, File Clerk Pepper Dickinson, how are you today?”
Pepper winced when she heard that voice.
It was Sgt Novak, head of the evidence files, one of the cops Bruno
owned. And her boss.
He casually dropped folder scattering papers across the floor.
“Oops. Hey why don’t you pick
those up for me huh Pepper. Get ‘em
myself but y’know, bad back and all that.”
Pepper scowled but didn’t dare say a word. Not to him.
Not ever. Not if she valued her
job. Not if she valued her life. And her family’s. Instead she bent over and picked up the
papers. She could feel the ridiculously
short skirt ride up and expose her panties but she put it out of her mind. If this was the worst thing she had to put up
with today…
“Mmm, mm-mmm. You sure are an
asset to the force Pepper. No doubt
about that. Heh. An ASS-et.”
Pepper’s face flushed red with anger and she bent back up. “Your papers.
Sir.”
“Hey Pepper you blushing? Never
thought you were the shy and retiring type.”
Novak was a few inches shorter than Pepper, a few decades older and at
least a hundred pounds overweight. It
was barely morning and she could already smell whiskey on his breath. The fit young police woman could cripple him
before he had time to shout. She savored
the thought, it made her smile.
He slapped her on the ass.
“Thanks Pepper. I’ll let’cha know
if I uh, ‘want’ anything from you.”
Pepper watched him leave. So far
Novak hadn’t gone farther than inappropriate looks and words. But she could tell he was working up the
nerve. And when he did ‘want something’
from her, she’d, she’d…
She wasn’t sure what she would do.
But her thoughts were interrupted by alarms.
“All officers report for emergency duty!
All officers report for emergency duty!”
Pepper watched as dozens of men (and one or two women) rush by grabbing
equipment and piling into vans and trucks.
She took a step forward to join them.
“G-goin’ somewhere Pepper? Didn’t
hear nothin’ ‘bout them wantin’ no file clerks.” Sgt Novak chuckled.
“N-no. No sir.”
He slapped her on the ass. “Why
don’cha go upstairs ‘n get me some more coffee, maybe some doughnuts too. With all them taking off there should be
plenty left.”
"Yes…" Pepper thought
for a second and then tried to hide her grin.
“Yes sir!”
***
Katherine Libertine lay flat on her stomach in Timmy O’Leary’s bed. Her ass still hurt from last night. Lately Timmy had been really rough on her,
ever since he heard those rumors about Stella hanging out at Drake Warlock’s
place. It really upset him for some
reason. She’d tried to talk about it but
he never wanted to say anything. He’d
been so secretive, he’d even slipped out in the night, saying he had to
investigate a story. Katherine frowned,
she didn’t know what to do! Despite all
her training on Minerva Isle, men were still such a mystery!
Maybe she could talk to someone about it… But other than Timmy she really didn’t have
any close friends.
Finally she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. It almost 9!
She’d be late for work!
Katherine turned on the radio and jumped in the shower. There was still some dried lubricant stuck in
her butt crack. It was going to be that
kind of day.
She climbed out of the shower and threw on one of Timmy’s shirts, it was
as close to him as she could get these days.
Then she heard the announcement on the radio.
“Massive explosion downtown at the Megabank building! Police cannot confirm the cause but witnesses
say Stella is on the scene now.”
“Sweet liberty!” Katherine
cried. “I guess the Daily Comet will
have to get by without me this morning because the world needs…”
She pirouetted and spun. Timmy O’Leary’s
bathroom shook with the sound of thunder.
Princess Patriot!
***
“Zzz…”
Pepper Dickinson smiled, the knockout drops in the coffee worked
perfectly. Sgt Novak was out for a while. Which meant it was time for File Clerk Pepper
Dickinson to disappear and…
The Minx
…to hunt again!
***
And a third heroine flew high over the city of Megapolis. Her wounds from battling ‘Satan Girl’ had
almost healed, but her anger still seethed.
She’d sent a message to Princess Patriot letting her knew she was
coming. Soon this city would get some
help from…
Liberator
Woman!
Then she saw the Mega Bank building explode.
***
“Good girl, good Stella.” Psyche
patted her captive on head like a dog.
Stella hung in mid air like a puppet, only held up by the glowing violet
field around her.
“Tired…” Stella moaned.
“I know dear, I know, but there is still so much to do.” She pointed at the Stone Munitions building
uptown. “Think of all the people that
warmonger’s products will kill. Doesn’t
it make you mad?”
“Sleep…”
“Soon my dear, soon. You have
work to do now!” She gestured and Stella
snapped to attention. She twirled her
finger and Stella rotated on her axis. She chopped with her arm and Stella shot
off like a bullet headed right for the Stone Munitions building.
***
“SWEET LIBERTY!” Princess Patriot shouted as she flew over the west
side.
“OHMYGAWD!” Liberator Woman echoed from the east.
BOOM!
Like a guided missile Stella slammed into the modern steel and glass
office building blowing out windows. She
emerged from the other side her torn cape trailing behind her a banner.
Liberator Woman grabbed Stella from behind pinning the smaller girl’s
arms. “Now, now, Arnold Stone is a friend of mine. No fair trashing his nice building!”
Stella looked confused, as if uncertain where she was or why this woman
was holding her.
“Calm down Stella, what’s going on here?
Are you fighting someone? Is
Satan Girl attacking?”
Satan Girl! Did she know! She couldn’t know! “NO!”
She screamed and started to spin.
Liberator Woman was send flying into a skyscraper.
“Stella!” Princess Patriot flew
towards her.
“You! Stupid Princess
Perfect! I told you how much those wings
bug me!”
“Stella I want to help, please tell me-“
“Oh blow off!” Stella puffed her
cheeks and blew. Princess Patriot was
sent backwards, halfway to the St. Giffin River.
(Good job Stella, now the building, finish it. Take it down.)
“Um… OK.” Stella was startng to
feel better. The headaches were
gone. The weakness was gone. Those bimbo heroines were gone. It all felt so clear.
Stella landed in front of One Stone Munitions Plaza. The plaza was littered with broken glass and
fleeing commuters. A security guard ran
up to her.
“Stella! Oh Stella, thank
goodness! Someone attacked! Probably those hippy peaceniks or
commies. You have help-“
Stella picked him up by his shirt and tossed him over her shoulder.
The lobby was deserted. Stellar
vision showed her where the support beams were.
She tore them out and moved at stellar speed back to the plaza to watch
it come down.
WRRRRR!
The building groaned.
“Stars and comets…” She
whispered. Her head started to hurt
again. Something was wrong.
BOOM!
The fifty-story tower became a mass of twisted steel.
WHAM! A blue and white figure
tackled her, carrying her into the sky.
“I don’t know what’s going on here but I’m getting you out of-“
“Dumb bitch! I beat you
before!” Stella raised her fists and
boxed Liberator Woman on the ears. Now
it was all clear again.
“Sweet liberty! Stella!”
“You! I thought I taught you a
less-“
KRACK-BOOM!
Princess Patriot unleashed lightning from her staff, the bolt struck
Stella’s chest emblem stunning her.
“S… stupid stick, I’m gonna…”
KRACK-BOOM!
“Stupid magic, stupid Princess Perfect, stupid…”
Stella’s eyes shut and she tumbled from the sky smashing into the ruins
of the building.
“Uh…” She crawled upwards,
everything hurt. She could see Princess
Patriot and Liberator Woman circling.
Her head slumped to her chest and she passed out.
***
“Princess Patriot! What’s going
on?”
“Liberator Woman! I don’t know,
it’s like Stella’s gong crazy! But my
lightning stunned her, she’s not moving now.”
The two heroines circled closer to the prone heroine.
Suddenly Stella’s body jerked, her eyes opened now glowing with purple
power.
“Arrrg!” She screamed
incoherently and flew towards them.
***
(Do it! Make her finish them!) a
voice in Psyche’s head whispered.
“But she’s so weak, I don’t think I can-”
(Yes she can, of course she can my dearest, she’s Stella, the Girl of
the Stars. She has more power than we
can dream of. Kill them, finish them
off.)
“But they’re just…”
(They’re part of the system. Part
of the system that crushes souls, that stifles us all.)
“Drake she could die...” She
whispered softly.
(We must all make sacrifices-)
Psyche’s eyes went wide, she smiled.
“If she dies, I won’t have the power to-“
(FINE! Bring her back. I suppose there’s always time tomorrow.)
Psyche rose from the rooftop surrounded in a strong purple glow. Princess Patriot turned to look.
“Sweet liberty! Now wha-OW!“ Stella gave the distracted heroine a punch to
the jaw and sent her flying again.
Stella ignored the brunette and flew towards Psyche. Liberator Woman flew after her.
“I don’t know who your new playmate is but –“
Bzzz-ZAP!
A purple energy blast struck Liberator Woman and sent her flying back
into the ruins of the Stone Munitions building.
“Huh?” Stella muttered, “Gayle,
you’re flying…”
“Sssh my love, it’s time to rest.”
“Rest? Oh good.” Stella passed out and began to fall but
psyche enveloped her in the same psycho-kinetic field, cradling her limp
body. Together the two flew away.
“Uh…” Liberator Woman moaned and
crawled out of the wreckage. Princess
Patriot approached holding her aching head.
“So… now what?”
“Sweet liberty I wish I knew.”
“I might have some ideas!” A
newcomer cried out from behind them.
“Who?”
“You can call me, the Minx!”
***
Timmy O’Leary lurked outside Drake Warlock’s Warehouse. The massive building was dark and locked in
the daytime but Timmy knew there were all sorts of nefarious activities going
on inside. Illicit drugs, perverted sex
acts, obscene works of ‘modern art’, the sort of stuff that would turn the
stomach of any decent, hard-working American.
But it was his duty as a reporter to find out just what was going on. Of
course a bunch of twisted freaks like Drake Warlock and his so-called ‘superstars’
wouldn’t exactly sit down for an interview with ace Daily Comet Reporter Timmy
O’Leary.
He slipped into an alley way and opened his famous disguise kit. Back in the day, back when he was Stellar
Man’s Pal he’d been quite the master of disguise, posing as a cowboy, a mafia
don, a beauty princess, even as one of Hitler’s SS. This wouldn’t be a challenge.
Drake Warlock and his crew wouldn’t be happy to see Timmy O’Leary – ace
reporter…
But they’d be happy to welcome Ray O’Sunshine – dirty hippy!
He carefully applied some more bottled sweat to his body to make sure he
didn’t smell too clean. Warlock and his
sort would be suspicious of anyone who bathed too much.
Satisfied, he walked across the parking lot and knocked on the front
door.
***
Stella opened her eyes painfully.
She was one of Drake Warlock’s rooms.
This one was all red with dozens of Santa statues on every surface. But she hardly noticed the surroundings, all
she could feel was the pain in her head.
She tried to remember where she had been, what she had done but it was
all a blur.
Somehow she had the impression something bad had happened…
She sat up and the room spun, she lay back down and closed her eyes.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she could open them again.
Gayle was there.
“Hello my love.”
“Uh… what happened?”
“You were fantastic. We got off
to such a great start. It was
magnificent!”
“Huh? I don’t remember…” She held her aching head. “There was a fight wasn’t there? Someone… I hit someone…”
Gayle gently touched Stella’s forehead and smiled. “Hush, it was nothing important.”
Stella climbed out of bed on wobbling legs. She stumbled, Gayle held her. “G-gotta go… need my costume… gotta…”
“Ssh, rest now my beautiful girl of the stars. We’re mending your costume, it got a little
torn. You’ll need it tomorrow.”
“T-tomorrow…”
“Yes, tomorrow is the big day.
The protest rally. And you’ll be
there to lead it.”
“Oh. Ok.” Stella lay back and closed her pale blue
eyes. She was asleep in minutes.
Gayle kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in. She silently slipped out of the room.
Drake Warlock was waiting for her outside. “Well?”
“She’ll do it. She just needs
some rest. She’s tried, worn out, I
think I’m draining her. Taking too
much.”
Drake yawned theatrically.
“So?”
“I just… she’s not a bad person.”
He put a gentle hand on her head, he stroked her cheek. “No of course not. None of them are bad people. It’s the system that does this to them,
twists them. Makes them do bad
things. That’s why we have to tear it
down. All of it.”
“I’m just worried, what if I’ve weakened her too much? What if she dies? What if…
Maybe we should wait?”
SLAP!
“AH!”
Drake yanked her hair and wrenched her neck driving the thin girl to her
knees. “The gutter! I found you in the gutter! Drugged out, half-insane from the voices in
your head but I found you, I saw what no one else did! I saw you were special!”
“I’m sorry Drake!”
SLAP!
“I made you Gayle! I made you a
superstar and I can take it all away!”
He wrenched her head a few more times and dropped her on the floor. “Remember that tomorrow bitch.” He spat and stormed away.
He almost ran into a red-headed hippy.
“Get the fuck out of my-hey I haven't seen you here before. Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m like, they call me Ray y’know.
Ray O’Sunshine, cause like I’m so bright y’know.”
Drake sneered and walked away.
“Ray O’-fucking-Sunshine, spare me.”
He sniffed. “And take a bath you
dirty hippy.”
***
“Father? Are you sure this is
wise?”
Claudius Crowe sneered at his young son.
Calvin shivered under that glare despite his thick parka. It wasn’t the Arctic cold, it was his
father’s contempt.
“I’m sorry father.” He muttered
looking down. Claudius Crowe nodded.
They were standing on a glacier in the shadow of a huge golden key. A mile away a huge golden door waited. A half dozen of his robots accompanied them.
“Calvin, if it wasn’t for the DNA test I developed I would never believe
you were my son. Now I have been waiting
for this moment since 1950, please stop ruining the mood of triumph.”
“Yes Father.”
Crowe pushed a button on the gravity gauntlet he wore on his right
hand. A bass note sounded across the ice
and the gauntlet crackled with energy.
He took a step forward and lifted the fifty-ton key. He rose into the air. Calvin and the robots followed.
The key fit perfectly and the golden door opened.
Alarms rang but there were no more Stellar Man robots to respond. An ultrasonic signal cried out for Stellar
Man or Stellar Girl to come. But neither
was in any position to hear it. The
Citadel was defenseless.
Crowe looked over the smashed trophies and ruined machines. He let out a booming laugh.
“The Citadel of Isolation. At
last it’s mine.” He gestured to his
robots. “Darwin, Einstein, Newton,
Kelvin, Hubble, Aristotle, identify any functioning equipment and prepare if
for transport. Destroy anything else.” The robots spread out to begin their
search. Crowe turned to his son. “Twenty-two years ago I swore I would tear it
all down. Take away everything he ever
had. And this is almost it. After this there’s only one thing left. Stella.”
***
“Stella?”
“Huh?”
“Stella, it’s me, Timmy.”
“Timmy who?” She giggled.
“Timmy, Timmy O’Leary, Stella you have to get up. Stella they’re going to kill you.”
“Timmy, you look funny.” She
giggled, then reached up and pulled off his wig exposing his thinning red
hair. “And you smell funny, like a dirty
hippy or something.”
“Stella- Lynn please get up, you have to come with me.”
“Lynn… Lynn… Loser Lynn… no one likes loser Lynn…” She started singing.
“Yes Lynn, come with me now.”
“OK”
Timmy helped pull Stella out of bed.
The girl was naked and as limp as a ragdoll. Timmy wasn’t a big man but Stella was pretty
thin. He found her cape on the floor and
picked it up to wrap around her but then stopped.
She was just lying there so helpless.
So vulnerable. So pretty…
He watched her for so long.
Watched her blossom from a skinny little teen into a beautiful woman
and… and…
(Look at her Tim, you’ll never get a chance like this again, you know
you want it)
His head jerked up. “Who’s
there!?”
(Look at her Tim, pretty as a picture.
And you should know, you’re the one who took all those pictures)
He looked around, there was no one there. He looked back at Stella, still lying on the
bed in a daze. Now she was humming and
playing with her hair.
(Look at her Tim, no one will ever know, she’s so out of it, she’ll
never even know)
The voice sounded a lot like his voice.
Stella rolled onto her back her legs spread open. Wide open.
Timmy saw a thin pink line below her wild untamed tuft of pubic
hair. He swallowed.
(Look at her Tim, look at her)
“N-no one would ever know…” He
took a hesitant step forward, then another, jerking like a puppet on
strings. But by his fifth step he was
moving naturally, even eagerly.
He dropped his jeans and his shorts.
He climbed into bed and put his hands on Stella’s hips. The groggy blonde didn’t even notice he was
there.
Timmy pushed forward.
Stella’s eyes went wide!
“Oh yeah!” Timmy muttered pushing
harder. The slim blond was tight. Tighter than of those Shuster Street whores
he’d put in Stellar Girl costumes, tighter than those college co-eds eager to
meet Stellar Man’s pal, almost tighter than Princess Patriot’s ass.
And she loved it, he could see from the way she was squirming under him,
she was into it, not just lying there like those dead-eyed whores.
“N…no… please…” She moaned.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!
Goddamn cocktease whore… You’ve
been asking for this since you were fifteen!”
Timmy just pounded her harder.
Finally, after all these years he had her. He remembered Stellar Man once using his
computer to show him what would happen if he married Stellar Girl, somehow it
was never like this!
And she was so dizzy, so out if it, she might even…
Why not?
“Stella where is he? Where is
Stellar Man?”
“Stellar Man… he… he did it…”
“What did he do Stella? Where is
he?”
“He did it, him and that witch Polly…”
“Yes Stella, him and Polly where are they?!”
“They… he… I put him in the
robot… stupid robot, I hate robots…”
Timmy twisted her nipples and made the girl yelp. “You’re not making sense! Where is he?
What robot?”
“Used robots… it was Gloria’s idea y’know… her fault… fooled everyone…”
“Yes Stella, I know about the robots, but where is Stellar Man?”
“In the sun…”
“The sun?”
“We had to bury him… couldn’t just leave his body out in the middle of
the Citadel…”
“Stella? Are you saying he’s
dead?”
“…wasn’t my fault… I didn’t mean to…”
Timmy dropped the girl and staggered back, his now limp dick trailing
cum across her legs. “You… you… Oh my God…
You killed him!” He
screamed. His hands found a stool on the
floor, he lifted it and swung it down on the barely conscious girl.
WHAM!
“Ah!”
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
The stool splintered, he kept hitting her with the leg. Stella weakly raised an arm to defend herself
but the blows kept raining down.
“You… you… bitch! You whore! He was the greatest hero on Earth and you
killed him! I’ll kill you damn it! I’ll kill you!”
***
“There it is, Drake Warlock’s Warehouse.
Word on the street is Stella’s been partying pretty hard in there, and
she was inside last night.” The Minx
pointed.
“I know it. It’s full of all sorts
of hippies, drug addicts and subversive elements. If Stella is mixed up with their type, she
could be in serious trouble.”
Liberator Woman rolled her eyes.
“Geeze listen to Miss Daughter of the American Revolution here.”
“I don’t see what my membership status has to do with anything.”
“Look just cause some people like to have fun doesn’t mean they’re some
kind of ‘subversive element’ or whatever.”
“Hmph! It’s attitudes like that
which brought America to this sorry state.”
Liberator Woman made a fist. “And
what does that mean? A country where
women have a voice and don’t have to stay home barefoot and-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Um let’s all
calm down here. We’re here to rescue
Stella right?”
The other two frowned but nodded.
“We need a plan, we can’t just barge in there in broad daylight. Maybe we could fly to the roof and-“
“And break in like common criminals?
I think not.” Princess Patriot
walked boldly out of the alleyway and advanced on the Warehouse’s front door.
“Wait! Wait! We can’t just smash our way in!” The Minx shouted trotting after the
all-American heroine.
“Smash? I’m Princess
Patriot. I don’t smash my way into
places of business.” She’d already
crossed the parking lot and arrived at the front door. “I simply… KNOCK!”
KA-SMASH!
Princess Patriot’s blow shattered the front door. She smiled and walked in. “See?
Sometimes if you ask the right way they let you in.”
Liberator Woman strode in next shaking her head. “I may not like her politics but I like her
style.”
***
“N-no! What are you doing! No!”
“Timmy no! It’s not my fault, I can explain! Stellar Man, he killed her and-”
WHAM!
“Shut up! Shut up! Damn it!
You don’t deserve to say his name!”
He raided the splintered leg again for another blow.
WHAM!l
Stella shot up and punched him in the face.
The middle-aged reporter sank back unconscious.
The door opened, Gayle entered.
“Oh stars and comets, Gayle, I think I killed him!”
Gayle glanced at Timmy and shook her head. “No I can see him moving. Not that it matters. He deserves it. Hard to believe, one of Stellar Man’s best
friends, one of your best friends, attacking you like this. Betraying you.”
“Yeah, it’s… it’s not like him at all.”
“No Stella, it’s just like them.
All of them. All of your old
friends. They just want to tell you what
to do, how to act. They just want to
control you!”
(Yes they do) whispered a voice in Stella’s head.
“Yes they do!” Stella repeated
with enthusiasm.
“That’s why you have to tear it down.
All the old ways. The whole
broken system!”
(Yes I do) the voice whispered again.
“Yes I do!” Stella repeated.
“That’s right Stella. And some of
them are coming now. Right here. They want to take you away from me. Away from Drake.”
“I… I don’t want to go.”
“Then you’d better tell them that.”
***
“We’ll split up and try to find Stella.
We can meet back at that alleyway.”
The Minx decided. Things were
getting stranger and stranger. After
Princess Patriot smashed down the front door the Minx was sure there would be
dozens of Drake’s followers rushing to check it out. But the place seemed deserted. The bar and nightclub area was empty. The workshops were downstairs. The living quarters and guest room
upstairs.
Princess Patriot headed down, Liberator Woman up. The Minx took out a mini-flashlight and
investigated the ground floor.
***
Princess Patriot frowned at what she found. Colorful pictures of Mao, enlarged pictures
of soup labels, random displays of colors.
Just looking at all this filth made her mad. She shook her head and took out her
staff.
“This isn’t art!” She declared
and fired a blast of lighting at a pile of prints. They were reduced to ash.
“A bit harsh aren’t you Princess?”
“Who are you?” She turned and saw
a young woman dressed only in a purple robe and pair of matching panties. Obviously another degenerate.
“Oh I’m just a friend of Mr. Warlock’s.
I don’t think he’ll be too happy to see you burning his private property,
what are you? Some kind of commie
censor?”
“What? Sweet liberty no! I believe in the freedom of every individual
to express him or herself in any way that is not offensive to community
standards or incites crime and lawlessness!”
“That’s so good to hear Princess.
I think we have a lot in common you and I. We should discuss our common beliefs,
face-to-face.”
Her voice was very soothing.
Princess Patriot blinked twice and suddenly the girl was right next to
her. She lifted the staff out of the heroines
unresisting fingers and set it against the wall.
“I’ve heard of you Princess Patriot.
They say you must keep yourself pure.
They say you come from an island of women.”
“Y-yes… I was sent to America
from Minerva Island to help restore this proud country to greatness and fight
against the forces that seek to corrupt it.”
“And…”
“And, and on Minerva Island women from around the world are trained in
the path of peace and wisdom and democracy so that may guide the world towards
Athena’s path.”
“And…”
“And, and the wisest and purest and fittest of all of us is chosen to
serve as our champion – Princess Patriot!”
“And…”
“And, and Princess Patriot must remain the paragon of purity in the
service of Athena. If she becomes impure
she shall lose her office and be exiled.”
“And…”
Princess Patriot blushed.
“And…”
“I… I try. I really do. I mean I am pure. Mostly.
I mean I never… y’know.”
“You’ve never been fucked up the cunt?”
“Um…” Princess Patriot could feel
the girl’s hands on her shoulders and upper arms. She was standing behind the dark-haired
heroine, running her fingers along the Princess’ bare arms. Whispering in her ear. “I never did that. Never.”
“But…”
“But, there's Timmy. He loves
me. He really loves me. And I can’t have a relationship with him
unless we do something.” Princess
Patriot’s face was flushed red now, tears were rolling down her cheeks. She’d never told this to anyone! Why was she telling it to this strange woman
in this den of depravity!
“And…”
“And, and so we do… stuff. Y’know. He has books.”
“And…”
“And, and so I… I suck his dick.
Sometimes.”
“And…”
“And, and so he, um, he bends me over and he… he puts his dick in my
butt.”
“And…”
“And, and it feels good!”
Princess Patriot let out a sob and staggered. Gayle helped her to the floor.
“Shh, shh.” She produced a
handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and gave it to the weeping
heroine. “Ssh. It’s all right.”
“Oh sweet liberty if the high priestess ever found out!”
“Well she won’t will she? After
all you won’t tell her and besides, Timmy loves you doesn’t he. You have to do that. To keep Timmy.”
Princess Patriot sobbed a few times and nodded.
“After all, you won’t want him to cheat on you would you?”
Princess Patriot blew her nose and shook her head.
“You wouldn’t want him to do this…”
Gayle put a hand on Princess Patriot’s head and the dark-haired girl’s
eyes rolled back. Images shot into to
her head. Images of Timmy O’Leary
dressed up like a dirty hippy, leering at a naked Stella. Bending over her. Dropping his pants. Mounting her.
“NO! NO!” Princess Patriot cried out and buried her
face in her hands.
It was true. She knew it
was. She’d seen how he looked at
Stella. Seen the photo albums he kept in
the bottom of his closet. She’d even
once heard him cry out Stella as she sucked on his dick.
It was all true.
Gayle put a comforting arm around her.
She reached up and took off Princess Patriot’s tiara. The princess’ hair fell free.
“It’s OK now Princess. OK.”
Princess Patriot buried her head in Gayle’s purple robe. It was so warm and soft.
“I-I love him… I risked
everything for him…”
“Ssh, it’s OK. I’m here now.”
***
Liberator Woman stomped up the stairs.
She was not a quiet woman, not a skulker like that Minx chick. She liked to fight up close and personal and
out in the open. That's how she took
care of the Super Chauvinist and his Male Pigs, that's how she took out Dr.
Pollution, and that's how she beat the Dehumanizer. She figured she’d find Stella, find that
creepy purple robe character and head back to California before sundown. She’d wasted enough time here already.
Her father and mother were the famous World War II heroes the Liberator
and the American Dream. But she’d been
born out of wedlock and given up for adoption.
She didn’t even learn who her parents were until after they died in
1963. But now she was a grown up and
she’d inherited their powers. She could
fly, she was stronger and tougher than anyone else and she healed quickly. It didn’t take long to decide to commit
herself to her dad’s cause. Only except
for fighting Nazis and Fifth Columnists she dedicated herself to fighting for
liberation in America. Whenever the
civil rights movement or the women’s lib movement needed help she was
there. A lot of people didn’t like
it. They said superheroes shouldn’t be
political, especially superheroines. But
Liberator Woman ignored them. There was
no where she liked better than being at the front of a peace march or a human
rights protest. That was lot more
important than fighting giant robots or whatever the other superheroes did.
“Looking for someone?”
Liberator Woman looked up, Stella was there at the end of the hall
grinning at her. She was back in her
costume and looked none the worse for the wear.
“Stella! We’ve been looking for
you!”
“You again! I thought I taught
you your lesson back in California!”
“California? But we never… Never mind.
Stella listen, they’ve got some kind of mind control they’re making
you-“
BOOM!
Stella tackled Liberator Woman and smashed through the far wall into the
open skies. Liberator woman threw a few
quick punches to Stella’s face and the dazed heroine let go. Liberator Woman fell, caught herself and rose
back into the air circling Stella in a winding arc.
“Stella listen to me they did something to you, you have clear your
head. They made you destroy that
building this morning.”
“Huh? I didn’t… I wouldn’t…” She held her head and frowned. Thinking made it hurt.
Liberator Woman drifted closer and extended her hand. “It’s OK, we’re here to help you. I’m here and Princess Patriot-“ Liberator
Woman didn’t notice Stella’s expression hardening.
“S-stupid Princess Puh-Perfect…”
“-and the Minx.”
“MINX!” Stella screamed, loud
enough to shatter windows. She flew
right at Liberator Woman, tears filling her eyes. “Stupid Minx!
It’s all her fault!”
Libby easily danced out of the way of Stella’s clumsy attack.
“Whoa there, Stella, we’re trying to help you!”
“Goddamn Minx left me all alone!
It’s her fault!”
Stella charged again and Liberator Woman dodged once more.
“Come on Stella, you suckered me before but I’m just as powerful as you
and you’re not going to get me again.
Now calm down and let’s settle this.”
Stella started laughing.
“What’s so funny Stella, seems you haven’t been able to lay a hand on
me.”
“So? Who needs hands?”
Stella’s pale blue eyes turned red.
“AH!” Was all Liberator Woman had
time to say.
***
“T-thanks…” Princess Patriot
accepted the glass of wine from Gayle and took a healthy gulp of it. “Y’know I never used to have wine like this
back on Minerva Isle, just a sip or two at the festivals. It’s really quite good.” She fined the glass and Gayle refilled
it.
The Paragon of Patriotism was sitting on the floor sobbing quietly. Gayle sat next to her stroking her bare leg
and running her fingers through PP’s hair.
“I mean… all I wanted was to be Princess Patriot right? My whole life… all I wanted… No one told me it would be like this! The liberal media keeps making fun of
me! Stella hates me! Liberator Woman thinks I’m some kind of
anti-feminist! And… and… did you know
the army shot protestors in Ohio? The
National Guard just shot them! In
America! Not in Russia! In America! H-how can I defend America when I
don’t even know what America is any more!”
She took another drink.
“Oh sweet liberty… I don’t know what to do… I feel so alone…”
Gayle put a hand on Princess Patriot’s chin and turned her head, their
eyes met. Gayle closed her eyes and
leaned in giving the nineteen-year-old heroine a tender kiss. Princess Patriot recoiled but did not pull
free from Gayle’s embrace.
“I… I never… I don’t…”
Gaye kissed her again. “An island
of women and you never…?”
“I… other girls, they used to go to the hot springs and… but I never, I
was too busy, I wasn’t interested, I wanted to stay pure, I…”
They kissed again. Gayle took off
her purple robe exposing her fit body.
She pulled Princess P’s head down and the young girl obediently kissed
her breasts.
“Mmm, you’re a fast learner. Now
how do we get that leather top off of you?”
“Oh it’s magic, just let me…”
Princess Patriot staggered to feet.
Dizzy she stumbled a few steps but manage an awkward pirouette. She spun, there was a crash of thunder and a flash
of light and in Princess Patriot’s place was plain old Kathy Libertine! Still wearing Timmy’s shirt, still wet from
her shower, she stumbled a few more steps and landed in Gayle’s arms.
“S-see? Magic!”
“Mmm yes I see. I see many
things.” Gayle began to unbutton Kathy’s
shirt and kissed her bare shoulders.
***
Outside Stella landed and dumped Liberator Woman's unconscious body on
the ground. Humming a little tune she
grabbed the cape and pulled the busty blonde into the warehouse.
Watching from the shadows the Minx gasped.
"Now what?" She
muttered in fear.
Afterword
This issue took forever. Real life, job and school all hit me pretty
hard at once. But it's done!
Hopefully I still have some readers out
there, so sound off and let me know how I did.
Next Issue: Stella,
Liberator Woman and Princess Patriot all in the hands of anarchists and
hippies! What will go wrong next! Pick up the next issue to find out!
Marcus Lycus
November 2009
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