The
Heroines’ Wild Weekend
Chapter 4 – Paying the Price
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July 2006
***
The Teen Angels
auditions, six months ago…
Doctor Lloyd sat behind
a folding table in the corner of the
“You did very well in
the essay, fitness and intelligence portions and I wanted to take some time and
interview you. So tell me, why do you
want to be a Teen Angel?”
The African-American
girl smiled confidently. “Power. I mean, I want to help people. I want to have power so I can use it to
help. You say you can make me fly;
shoot laser beams all that shi- I mean stuff and that’s what I want. Power.
So I can like, help people and stuff.”
“I see.” He flipped to the confidential records from
her social worker and school councilor.
He never wondered just how his mysterious patron had gotten these
reports. They were certainly useful.
They warned that the
girl in front of him had serious anger management issues and problems with
authority. The social worker said
outright this girl would end up in jail if she didn’t learn to control herself.
“You seem perfect! Please go see Ms. Wagner; she’ll fill you in
on the next step.”
The black girl smiled
and headed for the back.
***
“Give it up
coppers! You’ll never stop us from
destroying Charleston!” Sapphire
laughed as she unleashed a salvo of blue blasts at the Disney Store she’d opened
only a few weeks ago. Crowds fled from
her, the police fired a few impotent shots at her crackling blue force
field. She bit disappointed when her
blast just knocked off Mickey’s head though.
She wanted to make the whole building explode.
“Come on cunt, I need
more juice!” She tugged on the chain
that ran from her left hand to Emerald’s neck.
The choke-chain tightened around the oriental girl’s slim neck and she
gasped. She closed her tear-filled eyes
and channeled more green power down the chain.
Green and blue lighting surrounded Sapphire and she smiled. “That’s the shit.” She gathered the energy around her hands forming something the
size of a marble, then a golf ball, then a basket ball. She raised her hands over her head, stuck
out her bare breasts and threw the crackling sphere. It was the size of a beach ball by the time it hit Donald Duck’s
chest. The explosion took out half the
block.
Sapphire wore a blue
studded leather outfit which left her breasts bare so everyone could see her
pierced nipples. Emerald was in a green
rubber gimp suit that covered from head to toe but was tight enough to see the
outline of her body through it.
Strategic holes left her butt, pussy and nipples open to the air. Her face was completely covered, making her
blind, deaf and dumb and barely letting her breathe. All she knew was to keep hovering and to channel power to
Sapphire when the choke chain was pulled.
Hot tears ran down her cheeks.
***
The Teen Angels
auditions, six months ago…
Doctor Lloyd nodded and
gestured for the next girl to come and sit down in front of him. The slim Asian gracefully took a seat in
front of him; he noticed how her green leotard showed off her cleavage. For an oriental she had a pretty nice
rack. He noted it in her file.
“You did very well in
the essay, fitness and intelligence portions and I wanted to take some time and
interview you. So tell me, why do you
want to be a Teen Angel?”
“My parents. I mean, um, my parents told me about this
and wanted me to try out.”
“They’re very
supportive I take it?”
“Well… They have this
restaurant and they’re like always working, but they really support me and my
sister in school. It’s like they want
us to be doctors/classical musicians/gourmet chefs.” She smiled and giggled but he could hear a bit of desperation in
her tone. “And then they heard about
this audition. My mom always talks
about the time she met some American superheroes back in the 50s. She still has this autographed picture of
the Liberator and the American Dream.
So now she just won’t stop talking about me become a heroine. My sister was going to try out too but she’s
a bit too young.”
Lloyd considered
carefully. The Asian girl didn’t really
want to be Teen Angel, she needed to be one.
She needed to show her parents she was a success. Her school records were filled with academic
and extracurricular prizes but her teachers noted she didn’t have many friends. It was like she had no life outside of
school.
“I um, I really want to
be superheroine” the Asian girl added awkwardly to fill the silence. “I’m very smart and a good dancer and I’m
sure I’d be perfect for the team.
Really.”
Dr. Lloyd smiled.
“You seem perfect! Please go see Ms. Wagner; she’ll fill you in
on the next step.”
The girl’s eyes went
wide and she took several deep breaths.
“Really? Really! Oh my gawd!
Oh my gawd! I have to call my
parents!” She reached for her cell
phone.
***
On the ground Amber
coldly dispatched another security guard and entered the bank vault. She tossed a bag of cash over her shoulder
into the dumpster Violet carried on her shoulders. The huge container was already filling up with jewelry, furs,
money and gold.
Amber wore a yellow,
full length yellow prom dress with white gloves and a golden tiara. The only thing out of place was her bare
breasts hanging freely and proudly in front of her. She marched through
***
The Teen Angels
auditions, six months ago…
Doctor Lloyd gestured
for the curly-haired blond girl to sit down.
The curvy teen was practically bursting out of her stylish yellow bikini
top. Her nipples were plainly visible
through the fabric. The doctor wondered
for a second if it was deliberate. The
girl smiled at him, played with a wisp of hair and ‘inadvertently’ adjusted her
top to hang lower. Doctor Lloyd had his
answer, it was all deliberate. He
crossed his legs.
“You did very well in
the essay, fitness and intelligence portions and I wanted to take some time and
interview you. So tell me, why do you
want to be a Teen Angel?”
“We’re gonna make money
right? I mean, like, this isn’t some
volunteer thing, I read in the ad we’ll be like doing commercials and stuff but
no one said anything about that during the auditions.”
“Yes my dear, of
course! The Teen Angels is a whole new
concept in superheroics. We already
have contracts with several Fortune 500 companies for endorsements and
ads. Most other teams have wealthy
members to pay for their mansion or whatever, but I’m just a humble
scientist. But my marketing expert Ms.
Wagner has found a way for the Teen Angels to be as well-financed as any other
team out there.”
“And we’ll get a piece
of that right?”
“Well of course. I expect the team members will clear
something in the seven-figures in the first year alone.”
The blonde smiled.
Lloyd smiled back. He’d expected something like that. Her father was an investment banker, her mother
a lawyer and she was their only child.
The reports from her expensive private school all agreed she was bright
but an underachiever, she relied too much on her looks and her parent’s money
to get ahead.
“You realize we’re not
just looking for crime fighters here.
We need young women who can be role models and inspirations for all of
“In that case, I really
deserve to join!”
Dr. Lloyd smiled.
“You seem perfect! Please go see Ms. Wagner; she’ll fill you in
on the next step.”
The blonde didn’t seem
surprised at all. “Thanks doc!” She said as she headed into the back.
***
Six months later…
A leather leash
connected Amber to Violet. The brunette
was dressed in the ragged remains of her old costume. Stains and tears covered the once-white miniskirt and torn purple
top. She had a heavy dumpster on her
shoulders and she had to use all the power she could muster to keep it up. If she lost control for even a second she
knew she would be crushed beneath it.
“Amber please! Amber you have to fight the
brainwashing! Amber we have to help
these people!” She yelled, hoping to be
heard above the explosions and sirens.
If her blond friend heard her she gave no sign of caring.
Amber tossed a few more
money bags in and gave the leash a tug.
It was time to move on.
***
The Teen Angels
auditions, six months ago…
Doctor Lloyd gestured
for the slim brown-haired girl to sit down.
She shyly and nervously took her seat.
Her purple leotard was covered by a white tee-shirt making it hard for
him to assess her body. Fortunately he
had the pictures from the fitness segment as well as the pictures from the
hidden camera in the locker room. He
checked them quickly, she was skinny, no doubt about that, but still developing
and with the right exercise, diet and (maybe) surgery she’d fill out nicely.
The girl fidgeted
awkwardly while she waited to be addressed.
Finally Doctor Lloyd cleared his throat and said “You did very well in
the essay, fitness and intelligence portions and I wanted to take some time and
interview you. So tell me, why do you
want to be a Teen Angel?”
“To help people! I mean why else would anyone be here? We’re going to be heroines right?”
“Of course, of course,
an excellent answer. Tell me, if you do
not pass this audition what will you do?”
“Well I’m graduating
high school and I want to go to college to be a doctor. Actually even if I do pass I want to go to
school part-time.”
“Very ambitious of you,
very admirable. In fact you seem
perfect! Please go see Ms. Wagner;
she’ll fill you in on the next step.”
“What? Really!
Oh my God! Thank you Doctor
Lloyd, thank you!” She reached across
the table and hugged him; he barely hid the locker room photos in time. “I promise you won’t regret this!”
***
“Come on out Mister
Mayor, my cunt is dry and needs some licking!”
Sapphire yelled threats at city hall and blasted some holes in the
façade. The park out front was empty,
police and townsfolk had fled the attacking heroines. Sapphire gave a tug and Emerald channeled some more power to her
mistress.
Amber strolled up below
her. Violet stumbled along with her
dumpster full of loot. Amber gestured
for her to put it down and the exhausted girl slumped down next to it.
“Hey Sapphire, did you
find the mayor yet?”
“Not yet Amber, fucking
pussy is hiding from us!”
“Oh that’s not nice, I
promised Mister Twister I’d bring him the mayor’s head.” The blond heroine pouted like a child who
didn’t get candy. “He’ll be so
disappointed.”
“Don’t worry Amber,
I’ll get him out.”
Sapphire’s hand glowed
with azure and emerald light and she fired another blast at city hall. But the blast was deflected by a blue and
yellow blur that streaked in front of it.
“What the fuck-“
“Isn’t this a school
day?” A confident voice called from the
heavens. The Teen Angels looked up to
see a woman dressed in the Canadian flag taunting them from the sky. Another woman dressed in the Kenyan flag
joined her, then a third dressed in the Swedish flag.
“Who the fuck are
you? The Miss Universe pageant?” Sapphire demanded.
The woman wearing a
Canadian flag scowled back at her.
“We’re the Global Protectors bitch!
I don’t know if this is an arrest or a rescue, but you Teen Angels are
going down!”
***
The Global Protectors are a start-up superheroine
team from Megapolis. Their three
members have the powers of strength, flight and limited invulnerability and
wear costumes consisting of a bathing suit, gloves and thigh-high boots. Each costume is modeled on the flag of the
heroine’s home country. Their members
are Maple Leaf from
***
Sapphire and Amber took
to the air (their leashed teammates in tow) and unleashed another set of
blasts, Maple Leaf and Valkyrie easily dodged them. Emerald and Violet were helplessly dragged behind them on their leashes. Maple Leaf and Valkyrie continued to taunt
the teens as they circled in the air, keeping them distracted for a few
critical moments.
“More power
bitch!” Sapphire yelled and tugged on
Emerald’s leash. But nothing came. Then the leash became taunt as Emerald
stopped flying and became dead weight.
Sapphire’s arm was almost pulled from its socket, she screamed and lost
altitude. Her eyes registered a green
and black blur and then her power gem was gone too. Sapphire and Emerald tumbled from the sky into the fountain.
Tigress paused in
midair and smiled at Amber and Violet.
“Now it’s just you little white girls.
I will enjoy this.”
Amber panicked; she
flew up and fired random blasts in all directions. Tigress easily dodged them.
Her wild spins sent poor Violet bouncing like a yoyo, finally the leash
snapped and Violet flew into Valkyrie’s waiting arms. The Swedish heroine calmly and efficiently removed the power gem
from her neck and deposited the skinny girl in the fountain with her teammates.
Obsessed with Tigress,
Amber never even saw Maple Leaf come up behind her and rip off the necklace
with her power gem. Amber tumbled into
the fountain to join her friends.
And then it was over.
***
“Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh
gawd…” Emerald hyperventilated. Her rubbery hood had been removed and for
the first time she could see what they had done. Smoke was rising from a dozen places across downtown Charleston. There were even a few burnt bodies across
the square from them. Emerald could not
believe her teammates had actually done this, that SHE had actually done this.
The four Teen Angels
were sitting on the ground, the three adult heroines looking at them with a mix
of pity and contempt. They could hear
sirens in the distance.
“It’s not their fault!” Violet yelled, it was Mister Twister, he
made them do this!”
“Mister Twister loves
me.” Amber said in a sing-song
voice. “He’s going to make me princess
of America.”
“Shut up bitch!” Sapphire yelled. “I wanna see a goddamn lawyer.”
“I just so happens I am
a lawyer” Maple Leaf said with a grin.
“And you wanna-be heroines are busted!”
“Wanna-be?” Sapphire bristled, “how many posters did you
bimbos sell?”
“Where’s your
leader?” Valkyrie interrupted. “Where’s the one called Ruby Red?”
“Red? Red’s dead bitch. Red’s dead.”
***
The Teen Angels
auditions, six months ago…
Doctor Lloyd gestured
for the redhead to sit down. The girl
was well-built, firm and round in all the right places, blessed by good genes
and toned by good habits. Her red two-piece
suit (a sports bra and bikini-cut bottom) showed off the results of her hard
work.
“You did very well in
the essay, fitness and intelligence portions and I wanted to take some time and
interview you. So tell me, why do you
want to be a Teen Angel?” Lloyd
repeated. He never noticed how robotic
his questions were.
“I really don’t think
that’s the issue here. Why do I want to
join? Who wouldn’t? Power, status, money, altruism, the Teen
Angels offer all of that and more.
No. I think the question here is
why you should choose me.”
Lloyd nodded, this was
a bright one.
“This ‘audition’ today,
you never checked if we know how to fight, or if we can solve crimes, or if we
know about the major supervillains. You
saw if we can dance around in skimpy leotards, if we can answer some vague
beauty pageant questions about fostering world peace and how cute we look. I mean the instructions said we had to wear
make up and have our hair done. You’re
not looking for superheroes.”
“Go on.”
“You’re looking for
celebrities. I read that bit about
endorsements and commercials to fund the team, and I bet a good chunk of that
will go to the man who set it all up.”
“That’s a bit cynical.”
“Maybe, but it’s
true. I’m not like a lot of these
girls, I already graduated high school and now I’m a communications major at
“Hmm…” the doctor
considered. This girl had been a top
contender from the beginning but she was a bit too cynical. She thought much too much about ulterior
motives. It would be a shame to lose
her.
She stood up and walked
around. “Come with me doc; let me show
you why I’m perfect for this.” Doctor
Lloyd didn’t resist as she led him to a supply room and shut the door. She started unbuttoning his shirt.
“You see doc, I also
know you’ve been watching teen-aged girls dancing around in skimpy outfits all
day long.” She rubbed her pelvis
against his. “I just know you’re
feeling all sorts of urges.” She kissed
his flabby neck and put a hand in his pants.
His hands started pulling down her bottom. They fell onto a gym mat.
“And I want to show you how special I’ll be when you choose me.”
“Uh!” Lloyd
grunted. “Oh God, yes, oh you’re
perfect!”
“I know doc, I know.”
He came quickly and
soon they were lying on the mat together, basking in the afterglow. She massaged his back.
“So did I make the team?” She asked slyly.
Lloyd sat up and kissed
her. “What do you think?”
“Mmm, how about I try
out for team leader?”
She licked his chest
and wrapped her lips around his member.
For a middle-aged man
Lloyd recovered quite quickly.
***
Six months later…
“Dead? I’m sorry.
I didn’t know.” Valkyrie seemed
genuinely upset, she’d assumed these girls had been through an ordeal but she
never dreamed one of them might have died.
“Well don’t worry cause
you’re gonna see that henna-haired bitch as soon as you give us our damn power
gems back!” Sapphire leapt at Tigress
but the Kenyan heroine hovered and glided several feet away.
“You mean these power
gems?” Tigress asked innocently,
holding them out in her hands.
“Please! I need mine! I can use it to help these people!” Violet yelled and dashed towards her. The other three followed.
Tigress smiled, hovered
10’ off the ground and mashed her hands together. Multi-colored dust rained on the four disgraced heroines.
Violet began to cry.
Tigress just laughed.
***
“That was a bit
extreme…” Maple Leaf whispered to Valkyrie.
“Perhaps, but we really
don’t know how those gems work; the girls might have been able to summon them
or use them from a distance. Or a sharp
lawyer might have gotten them returned.
It’s better if they were destroyed.”
“Good point. If anyone asks we’ll all say we saw them
start to glow, obviously the girls were trying to use them as a distance.”
“What do you think will
happen to them?”
“Obviously Mister
Twister did some brainwashing. I’m sure
after they see psychiatrists they’ll be released.”
Valkyrie turned and
looked at the destruction across Charleston.
“All that because these heroines were twisted. I wonder if the public will ever forgive them.”
“Who knows, but it only
goes to show how careful we have to be, we have to make sure only the most
mature and reliable women have the chance to become Global Protectors.”
Now that the danger was
over, several police cars and news crews arrived. “Come on Val, let’s greet our public.”
***
Headlines the next day
spoke of new heroines vanquishing fallen ones.
The Global Protectors basked in the most coverage they had ever gotten.
Coverage for the Teen
Angels was mixed. None of the fallen heroines
would talk about what happened to them, so some reporters assumed they’d turned
evil voluntarily. Despite that, many
Teen Angel fans remained loyal. Mobs of
them stood outside the jail waving banners and signs. Many of them wore licensed Teen Angel costumes. Teen Angel fan clubs became more popular,
and for the first time ‘Superheroine’ appeared on the list of 10 most popular
career choices for high school girls.
Their trial was called
‘The Trial of the Century’ by Wolfe International News (no one seemed to notice
the century was only a few months old) and boys around the world tuned in
hoping to hear the lurid details of what happened while the five teen heroines
were held in captivity. Unfortunately
cameras were banned and records were sealed, so horny fans had to content
themselves with poorly-written fan-fic on the internet.
When the verdict was
announced there were parties and celebrations across
And by the end of the
year the Teen Angels were mostly forgotten as newer, better scandals
emerged. In the end
***
The Teen
Angels – This group was carefully chosen from thousands of
applicants in early 2000. They enjoyed brief success fighting Doctor Droid and
other foes but were better known for appearing in Disney World and McDonald’s
commercials. Their clean-cut image was
shattered after they were kidnapped by the criminal mastermind Mister Twister
and the National American Army of Freedom.
They ended up joining him but their career as the villainous Twister’s
Sisters was even shorter. The
newly-formed Global Protectors promptly defeated them and destroyed their power
gems. At the trial they attempted to prove they had been brain-washed by
Twister but not all of them were convincing.
The members were:
Although the group itself was a failure, the Teen
Angels did have a lasting impact on the superhero world. Other groups like the Global Protectors are
starting to copy their system of product endorsements and TV ads. Like it or not, the Teen Angels changed
superheroines forever. – The Kirby
Guide to Superheroes and Heroines, 2001 edition
Epilogue 1
Months later Dr. Lloyd
sat slack-jawed and blank faced in the corner of the lab. Dozens of blue and gray androids attended to
their tasks, ignoring him. A human
emerged from a hatch and walked towards the famous astrophysicist and heroine patron. The newcomer was dressed in an expensive
suit and a white lab coat. A careful
observer would have to note the uncanny resemblance between the two.
“Ah Doctor Lloyd, you
always were one of my favorite clones.
Without your help I never would have found that meteor with its power
gems.”
Lloyd did not react; a
line of drool fell from his mouth. The
man in the suit laughed.
“I wonder what they
were created for? A power source? Weapons?
Protection? Maybe all of the above. I wonder what the aliens who made them would
think of how I used them? I always did
have a weakness for the ladies, especially the spandex-wearing sort.” Behind him monitors showed Ultra Woman
screaming as she was violated by two droids.
Another set of monitor showed an Asian woman in a nightgown begin
threatened by another droid.
The man in the suit
thrusted his pelvis a few times. “Mmm, mmm, mmm, so glad I have that relay
installed in my brain; I’m feeling everything they feel. Who knew Ultra Woman was so tight!”
Dr. Lloyd drooled a bit
more.
“But your girls were a
masterpiece. Every girl in
Dr. Lloyd might have
nodded, or it might just have been a sigh.
“You’ll have to go on
ice I’m afraid. Your name’s pretty much
mud. But sooner or later people will
forget about you, and Teen Angels II will seem like a great idea. Shame that Tigress destroyed that set of
gems but oh well… I have 50 more in my
storage vault!” Doctor Droid laughed
again and turned to leave. Two androids
picked up his clone, Doctor Lloyd, and deposited him in a stasis pod in the
vault, right next to the collection of alien power gems.
Epilogue 2
In another part of the
underground complex, Twister giggled as he faced a blue and grey skinned
android. The android also seemed as
merry as an android can be.
“Good work Mister
Twister, Doctor Droid is very pleased.”
The android said with a thick Austrian accent. He passed the green-masked villain a briefcase filled with cash.
“Why thank you, it’s
always a pleasure to work with the doctor.
Shame about those power gems huh?
All destroyed.”
“Four destroyed.”
“Hmm? Oh right, Ruby’s. But with her gone no one can use it. I’m not even sure what I did with the damn thing. So it’s basically destroyed.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“So how about those
Global Protectors? Some nice heroine
potential there, more of your boss’ handiwork?”
“No comment.”
“I don’t suppose your
boss would let me try them out?”
“That would be…
unwise. There are other plans.”
“Ah well, such
potential… No matter, I have a heck of a plan for the Young Ex-Titians and that
should keep me amused. Ciao!”
“Goodbye.”
Twister took the
elevator back to the surface, emerging in the abandoned Techno warehouse. He got in the back seat of his car and told
Slab to drive. Emerald sat meekly next
to him. Once they were on the road she
unzipped his fly and wrapped her lips around his thick shaft.
The trip upstate was
very pleasant.
Twister had a new
farmhouse there. Wagner was waiting for
them and took Emerald back to their room for a bath. Twister went upstairs. He
could hear scratching from his room, he’d been gone almost all day and his pet
must be pretty anxious. He unlocked the
door and she rushed forward, latching her paws around his leg and rubbing
quickly.
“No Foxy! No!
Bad girl!” He slapped her across
the muzzle and she meekly settled down and returned to the room. Twister undressed and peeled off the sticky
green mask. Under it he was a
non-descript middle-aged man with thinning hair. He combed his hair and then clapped his hands. Foxy bounded into his lap and began to lick
his hand. He scratched behind her ears
and ran his fingers through her red hair.
She made a content noise. He
unzipped his fly and pulled her into a sitting position. Foxy became quickly excited and hurried into
the position; she wiggled her pelvis on top of him until his hot white fluids
filled her insides. Then he pushed her
off and she happily crawled to her water bowl for a long drink.
Twister wondered if
Doctor Droid knew. Ruby’s training had
been the easiest of all. After he and
Slab buried a mannequin in the backyard to fool the others he’d gotten to work
on their leader. A transmitter in her
collar sent ultrasonics through her brain every 10 seconds. It disrupted all conscious thought, leaving
her with only instinct. After all these
months Twister was sure that even if he removed the transmitter, Ruby couldn’t
even remember how to think. Thick
padded gloves and boots kept her on all fours and a muzzle limited her
mouth. Now and forever she was his
bitch.
He’s given her back the
power gem a few times. With some
training she could fire a blast or create a shield but not much else. And she never even thought of
disobeying. Never even thought of
anything really.
Twister wasn’t quite
sure what he would do with Foxy Red but she was entertaining to have around and
he supposed he’d find a use for her sooner or later.
Afterword
Well I hope that was as much fun to read as it was to
write. Thanks again to whomever made the Cheerleaders’ Wild Weekend, a
true classic in soft-core film-making.
As always
please, please send feedback. Nothing
inspires me more than feedback from readers and nothing discourages me more
than hearing nothing. Suggestions,
ideas and criticism are always welcome.
Marcus Lycus
P.S. If
you’re wondering what happened to my next and last Global Protector story it is
coming along but slowly. So you’ll
probably see some shorter stories with other characters while that gets
written. So send in those requests and
ideas!
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