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The Syndicate of Carnality:
Original Sin
Part One
Written By The Unknown Fan
***Also check out the original stories in The Wrath of Ward(http://superheroineforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=9912) for the original adventures of the doomed Vixen and company...****
Even without her Enhancement Sandals, the gray-skinned sensation, known to the blue planet she adored and protected as the awesome Venusian Vixen, was cursed with what all of her mind-reading race suffered from: empathy. It was uncontrollable, a mammoth, piercing wave of naked emotion that overwhelmed her, drowning her in heart wrenching pain and sorrow.
As her hand pressed the icy surface of the glass tanks, her silver lips trembled insignificantly, damming her lamenting. Before her was the source of the empathy: the other five members of the Union of Heroines...the magical marvel Crimson Conjuress, the mysterious crimefighter MitKnight, the kunoichi warrior Lotus, the sea princess Neptuna, and the golden maiden Cleopatra...floating lifelessly in the shimmering blue liquid, frozen in suspended animation.
They all were naked, save for their Sandals that could not be removed, and their bodies distorted beyond recognition. Their collective breasts had grown sperical, nearly the size of watermelons, while their stomachs ballooned as well. This was a result from an encounter with the alien pair of Xeneen and Agalayana, Moterians who had come to Earth to challenge the Guardians of Good. Their secret weapon had been a parasitic worm from another dimension, which had the ability to infect female hosts and transform them into birthing machines. Earth's champions of justice had been easily overcome by the orgasm-causing worms. If it has not been for Jazmon's immunity to the worms, the Union would have been pet queens for the aliens.
The Gray One exhaled deeply. Wasn't it always this way? She was always the survivor. From her home planet to the deep, horror-filled bowels of Ward's dungeons, she was the last one standing, the final piece on the board. Why was her life worth more than her friends and family? Why did she deserve to live while others died? Why was she continuing to step over dead bodies?
"Fight Club."
Jazmon brushed back the lengthly strands of her trademark silvery hair from her eyes and locked on to the short woman in the lab coat standing behind her. The Venusian had been so wrapped up in worry about her friends that she did not even hear the woman's thoughts when she approached.
"Excuse me?" Jazmon gave her a puzzled look.
"Sorry. Force of habit." the dark-skinned woman chuckled, her red bangs bouncing. "I lost my Mom , Dad, and Grandfather to Cancer."
"I'm...sorry to...hear that." Jazmon whispered, flashing her a genuine look of remorse.
"No, no." the short woman walked over and grasped the larger Venusian's muscular shoulders. "I didn't mean to depress you more. What I mean is...you know, the inevitable is the inevitable...distration is the name of the game, keeping your mind occupied, elsewhere...not focusing on the bad things."
"Great Tor...are you reporting..." Jazmon trailed off, her silvery eyes brimming with hot tears.
The short woman smacked her own forehead and grinned weakly. "God, I'm terrible at this 'socializing' thing. No, your friends are fine...for the most part. We don't know exactly what to do...but they aren't dying, dead, deceased at all. Preggers...but the suspended animation is keeping their biological systems frozen."
Without warning, the Vixen swallowed the smaller woman in a massive hug.
"Affectionate, aren't we?" the smaller woman laughed.
"Thank you, Professor Swan." Jazmon told her, releasing he from the embrace.
"I haven't walked on water yet, supergirl." Professor Swan said cautiously. "We breaking down the solution, little by little. But until then, you're all that is left of the Union, Venusian Vixen."
"Do not worry." Jazmon told her, her gaze returning to her friends floating in the tanks. "I have assembled a few...'allies' to...'hold the fort' until Cleo and the others get better."
"A new team of Unionnaires?" Professor Swan's brown eyes widened with interest. "Well...are you going to reveal them to the public?"
"I do not know." Jazmon sighed. "I just...I just feel as if I would be betraying my teammates if I...simply replace them."
"Fair enough." Professor Swan stuffed her hands into her lab coat pocket. "Will they at least be stopping by the lab to visit?"
"I think they are out absorbing the general culture of Earth." the Venusian said matter-of-factly. "I could contact them if you wish-"
"That won't be necessary." Professor Swan cleared her throat. "So...they are aliens, huh?"
Jazmon nodded. "When I escaped my former master...I found many of them on my flight to this solar system. One even helped me escape from a sex slave colony in the Andromeda Galaxy."
"Crazy." the smaller woman marveled with a low whistle. "Sex slavery in space...'space women so hot, they melt the intergalactic chains'..."
A small smile tugged at the Venusian's lucious lips. "By the Supreme Lord...are you mocking me?"
"I'm like half your size." Professor Swan laughed nervously. "Even without your mental abilities, you could tear me in half with your bare hands."
"The motion picture known as The Usual Suspects." Jazmon suddenly said with a grin.
After a second, Professor Swan's eyes blinked with recognition of her opening statement. "Keyzer Soze is better than Tyler Durden? No way that's a better movie twist!"
The Mental Mistress's attention returned to the tanks, to her friends, this time with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart.
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"Why are they looking at us?" was the question that left Crystal Century's ruby lips as she and the Shadow Elf known as Vamp walked down the busy streets of Metro City. Was it because of her transparent front crop-top, that showcased her volunptous breasts? Her tiny silver-plaid schoolgirl flirt skirt that proudly displayed her long, lean, muscular legs and thighs? Her twin blue Icebreaker pistols that glistened in her gunbelt, complete with a redesigned Union symbol(a golden star surrounded by a silver ring)? Her red domino mask across her beautiful dark brown face? Or her clear Enhancement Sandals, with flashing silver platforms?
It could not be either of the above...for Earth had several Sandalbearers as guardians, not to mention that as the cosmic police captain on her own planet, Ora, her uniform was simply regulation.
Yet the humans on the street regarded the purple-haired beauty with bizarre looks.
"Why are they looking at me like that?" she asked her companion for the third time. "It is as if I'm a Trilomon with five heads!"
"Because you seem to lack the concept of a human modesty." the fair-skinned elfin woman replied. Contrasting Crystal's long hair, Vamp's black locks were short, with the exception of two long red bangs on both sides of her forehead that reached her thighs. Her lithe body was clothed in reflective and tight black leather...a black and red corset and matching pants, with her revealed skin covered in strange black symbols. On her feet were black Enhancement Sandals with blood red platforms.
Vamp refused to wear the Union symbol. In truth, she was the infamous 'Rogue Sandalbearer'...one of the only known selections by the Rave to rebel against their directives and turn to evil. As a controller of shadows and darkness, she had become a thorn in the Union's side when she discovered them on Earth. In order to gain aid from Vamp for her ad hoc team, Jazmon essentially had made a deal with the devil...she would let the Shadow Elf do whatever she want in the rest of the galaxy, as long as Jazmon and her friends did not pursue her.
"You're not hiding yourself among them!" Crystal snorted. "Your ears are out and everything!"
"I'm proud of my heritage." Vamp pointed at her pointy ears. "They are just symbolizing my devotion to my lord Ward."
"Great Galaxies!" Crystal spat. "How in the name of the Milkyway can you worship such a despicable creature?!"
"Easy." Vamp smirked, stopping Crystal with a hand between her shapely cleavage. "My master's commandments are simple...kill, rape, and pillage. Take what you want and leave scraps for the rest."
"Nilistic hedonism." Crystal growled. "Taking your selfishness to the nth degree..."
"Yet something stirred in you, didn't it, Officer?" the Shadowelf twirled her companion around and pushed her gently against a brick wall. "You had me dead to rights at home. And yet...I escaped? You don't hate me as much as you hate yourself..."
"It was either you or that...spaceship full of innocents..." Crystal's green eyes narrowed at her companion.
"You liked...you liked what we did...before that final showdown..." Vamp seductively licked her dark blue lips, pressing a silencing finger to Crystal's own.
"No! No..." Crystal whispered, noticing a crowd of onlookers gathering around them. A few wolf whistles reached her ears, causing her brown face to blush.
"Do you...see it now?" Vamp leaned over and whispered in her ear, sensually brushing strands of Crystal's purple hair from her face. "Ward is freedom. To do what you want...when you want...to like who you want..."
"Get...off of me..." Crystal barely breathe. Vamp took the silencing finger from the Spacefighter's lips and brushed it gently beneath her microskirt. Crystal closed her eyes with a shiver of erotic pleasure, a shrill, tiny gasp escaping her lips.
"Rules are for losers, Khree female." Vamp chuckled. "You only have one life promised to you...why spend it trapped by regulations and doing what other beings want you to do?"
Unknown to the two heroines, another superpowered being agreed with Vamp's sentiment. Watching from the rooftops above, he was clad in a black trenchcoat and hat. As he glared angrily at the unfolding scene, his blue eyes lit up with sapphire electrical sparks. He had learned that the Union had somehow been defeated.
Who was this rape meat?
He cackled silently. Whoever they were, they would not stand a chance against the Syndicate.
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The Syndicate of Carnality:
Original Sin
Part II
The ideal introduction to a person, place, or thing was not exactly rocket science. True, one would need the perfect environment, perfect timing, and perfect presentation to craft the ultimate positive first impression. But chance, and its uncontrollable counterpart chaos, played a much disproportionate role to the proceedings. The key was opportunity: seizing it, wielding it, exploiting it.
As he watched the bizarre situation unfold between the Shadow Elf and the Subzero Spacefighter, the criminal known only as the Riffster slowly place a cigarette precariously at the corner of his cracked lips and lit the tip with a flash of his shimmering blue eyes. He took a calm drag. Chaos. The Union had introduced chaos into his underworld life, shattering his sex slavery ring to pieces, along with his other criminal endeavors. His self-confidence was torn down even further by Neptuna, the sea’s Revenging Daughter; her electric eel abilities easily eclipsed his own. She even stole his powers from him, rendering him meek and mortal for months on end.
That was until HE came into the picture. Of course, the Riffster would never admit it, but even if this lawless messiah had not made his presence known within the prison, the despicable dynamo would have latched on to any powerful inmate to save himself from being raped in the showers. It was an example of the ideal introduction: chance, timing, environment, and perfect presentation. Among the naked unconscious bodies of the Aryan gang members, the Riffster watched his savior, spellbounded by his words and his face, hidden in the mists of the heated showers.
His new boss preached about a world without superheroines. A world where naked cunts of justice marched, defeated and dejected, through streets, covered in cum, humiliated before the very public they protected. The Riffster wanted such a world, and was willing to fight for it. The icing on the cake was the very idea that his new benefactor returned his powers, twice as strong as before.
“Ssssssshhhh…should we move now?!” a muffled voice whispered into his ear. The Riffster took his index and forefinger and held it before his face. A bolt of sapphire lighting illuminated on his fingertips, enabling him to tap into and respond on radio frequencies. Unlike the others, he needed no communication device.
“Hold on…” he exhaled a small cloud of smoke.
“C’mon…my pies are getting cold…” the voice whined in a squeaky tone.
The Riffster sighed, wondering why his benefactor had stuck him with the most insane of their diabolical ensemble. Unlike the others, the person he was speaking to was not motivated by the simple things in life, like revenge, sexual thrill, or money. He simply thought it was yet another joke to play out.
“Live Wire out.” He snapped, taking one last smoke of his cigarette and tossing it to the rooftop, grinding it under his boot heel.
“‘Live Wire’ wha?” the voice questioned before Riffster mentally severed the connection. His duster billowing behind him, the dynamic criminal surveyed the scene below him, with Vamp erotically pressing against Crystal Century, drawing the attention of everyone on the street.
The sensual elven female had pushed Crystal against the glass window of one of the stores, and was caressing her up and down erotically, much to the delight of most of the onlookers in the gathering crowd. As Vamp’s hand settled on Crystal’s transparent crop top, threatening to un-tie it and release her breasts, Crystal’s hand reached one of her guns in the holster. Like a Terran movie cowboy, she pulled it from the holster, twirled it on her blue fingernailed finger once, and shot it at Vamp.
A white beam of energy erupted from the futuristic blue pistol, suddenly striking the elf in the center of her voluptuous bosom. She gasped, frozen in place for mere moments, before suddenly dissipating into nothingness. Standing behind the fading figure was the real Vamp, who grinned wickedly and clapped her hands.
“Great Entropy! “ Crystal Century growled, brandishing both pistols. “You sinister galactic miscreant! I should have arrested you cycles ago!”
“If you have the guts, Khree cunt…” Vamp beckoned with a black-nailed finger.
"What are you two doing?" a new voice interrupted their confrontation. Two pairs of alien eyes stared up at a lovely vision of a gray skinned muscular female floating above them, her shimmering ivory locks billowing around her shoulders like an unseen wind.
"Vamp...I've told you..." Jazmon trailed off, her transparent heels noiselessly floating to the sidewalk as she smoothed the wrinkles from her tiny purple microskirt.
"The Khree started it!" Vamp teased, licking her dark azure lips seductively. "I was just minding my own business, when she simply flung her cunt in my-"
"How are your friends, Mistress?" Crystal asked Jazmon, concerned etched on her masked face as she holstered her pistols.
"Lady Century, I've told you..." The Gray One smiled sadly. "I have no rank here on Earth, only on Venus."
"Force of habit." Crystal said sheepisly, patting the back of her head. "Khree Void Diplomacy and all that..."
"As for the Unionnaires..." The Mental Mistress nodded towards the excited mumuring crowd. "It seems that you two are it so far."
"I'm going to rape every man on Villus 5, Vixen." Vamp taunted her. "I'm going to break their ruler, make him crawl on his knees, and perform oral sex on me for twenty four Earth hours...and broadcast it for free in seven star systems. Now...you still want my help."
The Psychic Princess said nothing at first, bowing her head and looking away. Then, after a few seconds, she sighed, her volunptous breasts bouncing, before replying, "Do as you will."
"I know." Vamp grinned sinisterly with an exaggerated thumbs-up sign. "I just want that pretty mind of yours to choke on that."
Suddenly, Jazmon glanced at her archenemy with silvery, pupiless eyes. The ground suddenly surged and cracked between them. An invisible blast of wind caused Vamp's lengthily red tendrils to waver violently.
"However." The Vixen's words gained volume with each step towards Vamp. "If you harm any of my friends...or any of the natives of this planet...our 'agreement' will be nullified. I will boil your memories and shred your personality to scrap. You will wish you were still in that prison the Rave had left you in..."
"Okay, the ego tossing is done." Crystal stepped in between the two, halting Jazmon in her tracks. Vamp, failing to hide her fear, glanced about her position and noticed the large cracks around her feet and the concrete wall behind her, caused by the Vixen's telekinesis running wild.
"Great Tor..." The Gray One gasped. "What have I done...?"
"It is fine..." Crystal began, before a second interruption took her words. A pie suddenly flew from out of the crowd, smashing her in the face.
"Sweet Starblazers!" the Subzero Spacefighter instantly drew one of her pistols. "Who threw that?! Who?"
"My telepathy is picking up...a familiar pattern..." Jazmon's face wrinkled in a mixture of recognition and horror.
"HOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!" a harsh, bellowing laugh sent shivers down the crowds and the assemblage of Unionnaires' spines. The crowd parted in terror, most of the spectators taking off in a dead run. What was left behind in the chaos was a simple, short man, clad in a roughshod, patchwork suit and grungy clown paint.
"Who is this piece of human DNA?" Vamp growled eagerly.
"By the Supreme Lord!" Jazmon exclaimed. "It is the Buffoon!"
Original Sin
Part II
The ideal introduction to a person, place, or thing was not exactly rocket science. True, one would need the perfect environment, perfect timing, and perfect presentation to craft the ultimate positive first impression. But chance, and its uncontrollable counterpart chaos, played a much disproportionate role to the proceedings. The key was opportunity: seizing it, wielding it, exploiting it.
As he watched the bizarre situation unfold between the Shadow Elf and the Subzero Spacefighter, the criminal known only as the Riffster slowly place a cigarette precariously at the corner of his cracked lips and lit the tip with a flash of his shimmering blue eyes. He took a calm drag. Chaos. The Union had introduced chaos into his underworld life, shattering his sex slavery ring to pieces, along with his other criminal endeavors. His self-confidence was torn down even further by Neptuna, the sea’s Revenging Daughter; her electric eel abilities easily eclipsed his own. She even stole his powers from him, rendering him meek and mortal for months on end.
That was until HE came into the picture. Of course, the Riffster would never admit it, but even if this lawless messiah had not made his presence known within the prison, the despicable dynamo would have latched on to any powerful inmate to save himself from being raped in the showers. It was an example of the ideal introduction: chance, timing, environment, and perfect presentation. Among the naked unconscious bodies of the Aryan gang members, the Riffster watched his savior, spellbounded by his words and his face, hidden in the mists of the heated showers.
His new boss preached about a world without superheroines. A world where naked cunts of justice marched, defeated and dejected, through streets, covered in cum, humiliated before the very public they protected. The Riffster wanted such a world, and was willing to fight for it. The icing on the cake was the very idea that his new benefactor returned his powers, twice as strong as before.
“Ssssssshhhh…should we move now?!” a muffled voice whispered into his ear. The Riffster took his index and forefinger and held it before his face. A bolt of sapphire lighting illuminated on his fingertips, enabling him to tap into and respond on radio frequencies. Unlike the others, he needed no communication device.
“Hold on…” he exhaled a small cloud of smoke.
“C’mon…my pies are getting cold…” the voice whined in a squeaky tone.
The Riffster sighed, wondering why his benefactor had stuck him with the most insane of their diabolical ensemble. Unlike the others, the person he was speaking to was not motivated by the simple things in life, like revenge, sexual thrill, or money. He simply thought it was yet another joke to play out.
“Live Wire out.” He snapped, taking one last smoke of his cigarette and tossing it to the rooftop, grinding it under his boot heel.
“‘Live Wire’ wha?” the voice questioned before Riffster mentally severed the connection. His duster billowing behind him, the dynamic criminal surveyed the scene below him, with Vamp erotically pressing against Crystal Century, drawing the attention of everyone on the street.
The sensual elven female had pushed Crystal against the glass window of one of the stores, and was caressing her up and down erotically, much to the delight of most of the onlookers in the gathering crowd. As Vamp’s hand settled on Crystal’s transparent crop top, threatening to un-tie it and release her breasts, Crystal’s hand reached one of her guns in the holster. Like a Terran movie cowboy, she pulled it from the holster, twirled it on her blue fingernailed finger once, and shot it at Vamp.
A white beam of energy erupted from the futuristic blue pistol, suddenly striking the elf in the center of her voluptuous bosom. She gasped, frozen in place for mere moments, before suddenly dissipating into nothingness. Standing behind the fading figure was the real Vamp, who grinned wickedly and clapped her hands.
“Great Entropy! “ Crystal Century growled, brandishing both pistols. “You sinister galactic miscreant! I should have arrested you cycles ago!”
“If you have the guts, Khree cunt…” Vamp beckoned with a black-nailed finger.
"What are you two doing?" a new voice interrupted their confrontation. Two pairs of alien eyes stared up at a lovely vision of a gray skinned muscular female floating above them, her shimmering ivory locks billowing around her shoulders like an unseen wind.
"Vamp...I've told you..." Jazmon trailed off, her transparent heels noiselessly floating to the sidewalk as she smoothed the wrinkles from her tiny purple microskirt.
"The Khree started it!" Vamp teased, licking her dark azure lips seductively. "I was just minding my own business, when she simply flung her cunt in my-"
"How are your friends, Mistress?" Crystal asked Jazmon, concerned etched on her masked face as she holstered her pistols.
"Lady Century, I've told you..." The Gray One smiled sadly. "I have no rank here on Earth, only on Venus."
"Force of habit." Crystal said sheepisly, patting the back of her head. "Khree Void Diplomacy and all that..."
"As for the Unionnaires..." The Mental Mistress nodded towards the excited mumuring crowd. "It seems that you two are it so far."
"I'm going to rape every man on Villus 5, Vixen." Vamp taunted her. "I'm going to break their ruler, make him crawl on his knees, and perform oral sex on me for twenty four Earth hours...and broadcast it for free in seven star systems. Now...you still want my help."
The Psychic Princess said nothing at first, bowing her head and looking away. Then, after a few seconds, she sighed, her volunptous breasts bouncing, before replying, "Do as you will."
"I know." Vamp grinned sinisterly with an exaggerated thumbs-up sign. "I just want that pretty mind of yours to choke on that."
Suddenly, Jazmon glanced at her archenemy with silvery, pupiless eyes. The ground suddenly surged and cracked between them. An invisible blast of wind caused Vamp's lengthily red tendrils to waver violently.
"However." The Vixen's words gained volume with each step towards Vamp. "If you harm any of my friends...or any of the natives of this planet...our 'agreement' will be nullified. I will boil your memories and shred your personality to scrap. You will wish you were still in that prison the Rave had left you in..."
"Okay, the ego tossing is done." Crystal stepped in between the two, halting Jazmon in her tracks. Vamp, failing to hide her fear, glanced about her position and noticed the large cracks around her feet and the concrete wall behind her, caused by the Vixen's telekinesis running wild.
"Great Tor..." The Gray One gasped. "What have I done...?"
"It is fine..." Crystal began, before a second interruption took her words. A pie suddenly flew from out of the crowd, smashing her in the face.
"Sweet Starblazers!" the Subzero Spacefighter instantly drew one of her pistols. "Who threw that?! Who?"
"My telepathy is picking up...a familiar pattern..." Jazmon's face wrinkled in a mixture of recognition and horror.
"HOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!" a harsh, bellowing laugh sent shivers down the crowds and the assemblage of Unionnaires' spines. The crowd parted in terror, most of the spectators taking off in a dead run. What was left behind in the chaos was a simple, short man, clad in a roughshod, patchwork suit and grungy clown paint.
"Who is this piece of human DNA?" Vamp growled eagerly.
"By the Supreme Lord!" Jazmon exclaimed. "It is the Buffoon!"
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The Syndicate of Carnality:
Original Sin
Part III
For mere seconds, all was quiet. The trio of sensational female crimefighters stare down the bizarre symbol of humor in their midst. As usual, Vamp simply licked her sensual lips, thanking Ward for the buffet of violence she was about to unleash. She considered herself a creature of pure nightmare, a Shadow-Elf that would profess to this clown what true evil really was.
Her red taloned fingernails flexed as the dark symbols on her pale elven skin ran together like black ink, pooling around her wrists into wickedly sharp two foot long black and red scythes. She scrapped the razor edges against the concrete tauntingly, sparks surging into the air.
Meanwhile, The Venusian Vixen was helping her friend Crystal to remove the whip cream from her face and between her cleavage.
"You know you are no match for my mental acumen, Buffoon!" the Mental Mistress's eyes narrowed at the clown before her.
"Just let me at him, and watch the crimson spray." Vamp sighed, seemingly on the verge of estasy.
"Blazing Moons, where is he?" Crystal cried, waving her pistol blindly from side to side, and still failing to remove the bulk of the cream from her mask.
The Buffoon was intially silent at this exchange, before thundering in laughter at the top of his lungs.
"Don't you feel anything yet, girl?!" he chuckled rapidly, performing a handstand.
"Why you-!" Jazmon started forward before a sharp, erotic gasp reached her ears. A slight glance at her side cursed her with the sight of Crystal's dark hand trembling, the gun slowly falling from it and shattering as it hit the ground. The Subzero Spacefighter soon followed, her shaply physique collasping to the ground in a squirming mass of arms and legs.
"Ummmmmmmmm.....wha.....Oh Xeni...." Her shapely lips cooed as her hands rubbed her body up and down. "Can...Can't...stop...feels....feels so...good! Xeni! Ohhhhhhhhh....."
"I betcha she's feeling like the mother of all volcanoes!" the Buffoon cackled as he somersaulted and landed neatly, poised like an alert feline.
"Great Tor!" The Vixen exclaimed in horror. "He's infected her with...with some kind of super-aphrodisiac!"
"It seems it did not take your vaulted telepathy to figure that out!" the Buffoon roared. "Crystal Century's body is simply one huge erogenous zone!"
As on cue, the purple-haired Unionnaire's blue fingernails flashed across her transparent crop-top, releasing her dark brown breasts from their garment prison. Her fingertips barely brushed the top of her cleavage before an orgasmic moan escaped from her lips. The Ice Queen's emerald eyes glistened with tears of embarassment, little diamonds behind her red domino mask.
"Where is the cure, malevolent creature?!" Jazmon growled through clenched teeth, her silver eyes becoming pupiless. "Heal her or I'll-"
Before anyone could reply, a mammoth shadow suddenly engulfed the Buffoon. The criminal prankster only had time to look up with a mere gasp before the area where he stood vanished in a violent explosion of dust and rubble. Initially covering her eyes, the Venusian Vixen's forehead wrinkled, a nearly intangible field of blue energy emerging to telekinetically blow away the blinding cloud of debris.
When she cleared the area, her silver lips parted in shock as she gave Vamp a sidelong glance of anger.
Where the Buffoon originally stood, a one-story shadowy creature leered over them, roaring in triumph. It was Leviathan, one of Vamp's shadow creatures made from her nearly limitless manipulation of the darkness.
"You wicked elf, how could you?!" Jazmon wailed, quickly kneeling down to comfort the moaning and convulsing Crystal. "We needed him alive-"
"He was getting on my nerves." the Shadow Elf waved her off, picking in one of her pointy ears with a red talon and flicking away ear wax. "I don't see how you can stand it. Kill him quickly and solve the problem!"
"Unionnaires. Don't. Kill!" The Gray One practically screamed. "We are the Guardians of Good, protectors of justice. Also...he is the only one that has the anidote to Crystal's condition!"
"Pssst." Vamp shrugged. "That little prissy Khree needs to live a little, I say...always talking about her Khree Void Captain Code. No wonder she couldn't get laid on her planet."
"You despicable..." Jazmon trailed off, standing up slowly, her fists balled and trembling. Before she could take a step towards her adversary, something was thrown into her line of vision. The world seemed to slow to a crawl, time becoming solid. The Venusian's silvery eyes widened in horror as her powerful mind took in the shape and concept of the object before her face.
It was a glowing blue sphere. A split second later, it suddenly exploded in a blaze of light.
"Oh!" she screamed, closing her eyes in pain. She suddenly heard the trademark crackle of electricity as it surged through the air right in front of her. A deep, gruff groan and a loud crash of glass painted a mental picture for her.
Vamp had been hit with a blast of electricity and thrown through the glass store display window behind her.
Riffster.
"I told you to hold it!" his gruff voice floating to her ears confirmed his identity. "God damn it, all you had to do was maintain an inkling of sanity. Now we have to play it by ear, and I'm bad at guessing games!"
"HHOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" The Buffoon's voice bellowed. "I love games! Video games, board games, party games! I love 'em!"
"What god did I make mad to get the Spongebob of the criminal underworld?" Riffster half grumbled, half snarled. "But...good work. The pie thing...not to shabby. And here I thought you were making an 'American Pie' reference."
"The Riffster and the Buffoon?!" The Vixen cried blindly, her mind still disoriented. "This is one supervillain team-up that will be dismantled before it has begun!"
"Don't worry about 'mind and muscles', carnival man." Riffster's voice chuckled. "The Big Guy said he'll handle her. We just need to focus on the others..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" The Buffoon chuckled even louder, his shrill guffaw ending in harsh coughs.
At this, the Mental Mistress slowly opened her eyes. The blurry image slowly came into focus with each blink.
Blink. Two blurry men, one in a patchwork suit and clown paint on his face, and the other in a red suit decorated with blue lightning bolts, slowly walked past her.
Blink. The lightning man methodically stepped through the shattered glass display and vanished, while the other crept up to the squirming, half-naked Crystal Century on the ground.
Blink. The Buffoon reached into the pocket of his patchwork jeans, and withdrew a long paddle that was four feet long and thick. He turned Crystal over on her back. The Khree Policewoman did not seem to protest this, her face twisted in the throes of estasy. Chuckling uncontrollably, the clown criminal positioned Crystal so that her silver-plaid skirted bottom jutted up in the air. He then gently pulled the skirt up, to revealed her well-developed buttocks and tiny white panties.
With a crackle of glee, he ripped them away, leaving her naked.
As the Vixen tried to move forward, to halt the coming embaressment, she found her muscular form unyielding, unwilling to heed her mental commands. Her shapely legs felt heavy as lead before they froze beneath her. The feeling abandoned her gray arms, making them as limp, heavy weights.
Before she could realize her misfortune, she became still as a statue, trapped within her own body!
Blink. Her eyes froze...and she could only watch in stark terror as the Buffoon brought the paddle down on Crystal's exposed rear end.
Original Sin
Part III
For mere seconds, all was quiet. The trio of sensational female crimefighters stare down the bizarre symbol of humor in their midst. As usual, Vamp simply licked her sensual lips, thanking Ward for the buffet of violence she was about to unleash. She considered herself a creature of pure nightmare, a Shadow-Elf that would profess to this clown what true evil really was.
Her red taloned fingernails flexed as the dark symbols on her pale elven skin ran together like black ink, pooling around her wrists into wickedly sharp two foot long black and red scythes. She scrapped the razor edges against the concrete tauntingly, sparks surging into the air.
Meanwhile, The Venusian Vixen was helping her friend Crystal to remove the whip cream from her face and between her cleavage.
"You know you are no match for my mental acumen, Buffoon!" the Mental Mistress's eyes narrowed at the clown before her.
"Just let me at him, and watch the crimson spray." Vamp sighed, seemingly on the verge of estasy.
"Blazing Moons, where is he?" Crystal cried, waving her pistol blindly from side to side, and still failing to remove the bulk of the cream from her mask.
The Buffoon was intially silent at this exchange, before thundering in laughter at the top of his lungs.
"Don't you feel anything yet, girl?!" he chuckled rapidly, performing a handstand.
"Why you-!" Jazmon started forward before a sharp, erotic gasp reached her ears. A slight glance at her side cursed her with the sight of Crystal's dark hand trembling, the gun slowly falling from it and shattering as it hit the ground. The Subzero Spacefighter soon followed, her shaply physique collasping to the ground in a squirming mass of arms and legs.
"Ummmmmmmmm.....wha.....Oh Xeni...." Her shapely lips cooed as her hands rubbed her body up and down. "Can...Can't...stop...feels....feels so...good! Xeni! Ohhhhhhhhh....."
"I betcha she's feeling like the mother of all volcanoes!" the Buffoon cackled as he somersaulted and landed neatly, poised like an alert feline.
"Great Tor!" The Vixen exclaimed in horror. "He's infected her with...with some kind of super-aphrodisiac!"
"It seems it did not take your vaulted telepathy to figure that out!" the Buffoon roared. "Crystal Century's body is simply one huge erogenous zone!"
As on cue, the purple-haired Unionnaire's blue fingernails flashed across her transparent crop-top, releasing her dark brown breasts from their garment prison. Her fingertips barely brushed the top of her cleavage before an orgasmic moan escaped from her lips. The Ice Queen's emerald eyes glistened with tears of embarassment, little diamonds behind her red domino mask.
"Where is the cure, malevolent creature?!" Jazmon growled through clenched teeth, her silver eyes becoming pupiless. "Heal her or I'll-"
Before anyone could reply, a mammoth shadow suddenly engulfed the Buffoon. The criminal prankster only had time to look up with a mere gasp before the area where he stood vanished in a violent explosion of dust and rubble. Initially covering her eyes, the Venusian Vixen's forehead wrinkled, a nearly intangible field of blue energy emerging to telekinetically blow away the blinding cloud of debris.
When she cleared the area, her silver lips parted in shock as she gave Vamp a sidelong glance of anger.
Where the Buffoon originally stood, a one-story shadowy creature leered over them, roaring in triumph. It was Leviathan, one of Vamp's shadow creatures made from her nearly limitless manipulation of the darkness.
"You wicked elf, how could you?!" Jazmon wailed, quickly kneeling down to comfort the moaning and convulsing Crystal. "We needed him alive-"
"He was getting on my nerves." the Shadow Elf waved her off, picking in one of her pointy ears with a red talon and flicking away ear wax. "I don't see how you can stand it. Kill him quickly and solve the problem!"
"Unionnaires. Don't. Kill!" The Gray One practically screamed. "We are the Guardians of Good, protectors of justice. Also...he is the only one that has the anidote to Crystal's condition!"
"Pssst." Vamp shrugged. "That little prissy Khree needs to live a little, I say...always talking about her Khree Void Captain Code. No wonder she couldn't get laid on her planet."
"You despicable..." Jazmon trailed off, standing up slowly, her fists balled and trembling. Before she could take a step towards her adversary, something was thrown into her line of vision. The world seemed to slow to a crawl, time becoming solid. The Venusian's silvery eyes widened in horror as her powerful mind took in the shape and concept of the object before her face.
It was a glowing blue sphere. A split second later, it suddenly exploded in a blaze of light.
"Oh!" she screamed, closing her eyes in pain. She suddenly heard the trademark crackle of electricity as it surged through the air right in front of her. A deep, gruff groan and a loud crash of glass painted a mental picture for her.
Vamp had been hit with a blast of electricity and thrown through the glass store display window behind her.
Riffster.
"I told you to hold it!" his gruff voice floating to her ears confirmed his identity. "God damn it, all you had to do was maintain an inkling of sanity. Now we have to play it by ear, and I'm bad at guessing games!"
"HHOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" The Buffoon's voice bellowed. "I love games! Video games, board games, party games! I love 'em!"
"What god did I make mad to get the Spongebob of the criminal underworld?" Riffster half grumbled, half snarled. "But...good work. The pie thing...not to shabby. And here I thought you were making an 'American Pie' reference."
"The Riffster and the Buffoon?!" The Vixen cried blindly, her mind still disoriented. "This is one supervillain team-up that will be dismantled before it has begun!"
"Don't worry about 'mind and muscles', carnival man." Riffster's voice chuckled. "The Big Guy said he'll handle her. We just need to focus on the others..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" The Buffoon chuckled even louder, his shrill guffaw ending in harsh coughs.
At this, the Mental Mistress slowly opened her eyes. The blurry image slowly came into focus with each blink.
Blink. Two blurry men, one in a patchwork suit and clown paint on his face, and the other in a red suit decorated with blue lightning bolts, slowly walked past her.
Blink. The lightning man methodically stepped through the shattered glass display and vanished, while the other crept up to the squirming, half-naked Crystal Century on the ground.
Blink. The Buffoon reached into the pocket of his patchwork jeans, and withdrew a long paddle that was four feet long and thick. He turned Crystal over on her back. The Khree Policewoman did not seem to protest this, her face twisted in the throes of estasy. Chuckling uncontrollably, the clown criminal positioned Crystal so that her silver-plaid skirted bottom jutted up in the air. He then gently pulled the skirt up, to revealed her well-developed buttocks and tiny white panties.
With a crackle of glee, he ripped them away, leaving her naked.
As the Vixen tried to move forward, to halt the coming embaressment, she found her muscular form unyielding, unwilling to heed her mental commands. Her shapely legs felt heavy as lead before they froze beneath her. The feeling abandoned her gray arms, making them as limp, heavy weights.
Before she could realize her misfortune, she became still as a statue, trapped within her own body!
Blink. Her eyes froze...and she could only watch in stark terror as the Buffoon brought the paddle down on Crystal's exposed rear end.
The Syndicate of Carnality:
Original Sin
Part IV
With what inkling of self-conciousness she had left, the Khree Crusader known as Crystal Century tried to regain control of her lucious physique from the grip of the Buffoon's insanely powerful aphrodisiac. However, even the slightest of movement, or budging the merest of inches, sent overwhelming waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling through her form.
Although alien she may be, her body shared most, if not all of the characteristics of the normal human female. The usual scientific fact of the Khree's physique was several hundred years beyond that of humankind seemed to be merely an empty boast at this low point.
Here she was, one of the highest officers in the Khree Void Police...now nothing more than a lowly sexual deviant.
She could not see the Buffoon hanging over her, measuring his swing to her naked buttocks with his thick paddle. Her shimmering purple locks blocked her vision; it was too hard to move them.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm..." she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing hot with embarressment. She could not help herself...she was aroused uncontrollably, every movement sending fire through all of her limbs!
Her hand stretched forward, in a desperate attempt to crawl to freedom. One of her naked nipples scrapped the sidewalk, causing a loud erotic gasp to erupt from her mouth.
"Oh, don't go anywhere!" The Buffoon chuckled. "The fun just startin'!"
Powerless to do anything but obey, the infected Subzero Spacefighter could do nothing but collaspe bodily on the cold concrete, moaning wildly. Suddenly, her world became quiet, the proverbial calm before the storm. She felt the air rush to her unclothed posterior, her silver plaid microskirt flapping in the wind.
And then...WHAMMM!!
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHH!!" her orgasmic cry tore from her lungs as her body exploded in heat and sexual pleasure. The Buffoon screamed with harsh laughter as he grabbed a fistful of Crystal's purple hair, arching her head and back, and her dark neck bent forward.
"I love this game!" the Perilous Prankster cackled, holding his paddle aloof with his other hand mere seconds before bring it across Crystal's naked behind once again.
WHAMMM!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHH!" the Khree Guardian of Good screeched, her sensual mouth wide, eyes squeezed shut behind the slits of her red mask. Tears of frustration pooled in her eyes.
<Help....> she telepathically begged. <Please...Vixen...anyone...I beg you...>
She could feel the warm juices flowing from inside of her, trickling down her thighs and pooling around her raw knees. With each stroke of the Buffoon's heavy paddle, she was erupting with passion inside.
"Yes...Niagera Falls!" The Buffoon squealed with delight, seeing the results of his bizarre game. "Let's keep it coming, spacecop!"
The paddle raised slowly, tauntingly, menacingly...and then it was brought down hard.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
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The Vixen of Venus found herself able to control her eyes once again, but her surroundings had changed. Instead of the city street that served as an imprompt battleground, she was in a dark pink bedroom of sorts...seemingly alien in design.
Venusian in design.
She glanced down, finding herself starring at her large gray breasts and muscular torso. She was completely naked, save her trademark purple earrings, shaped in the Union symbol of a star encircled by a golden ring.
" <Hello?>" she greeted in her native Venusia language, glancing anxiously about the large room. A multi-colored bed sat in the middle, next to a large window. Outside...outside was a view of Venus, the planet of her birth. Trembling inspite of herself, the Gray One slowly walked over and pressed her hand against the glass, sighing at the majesty of Earth's twin planet.
There was something familiar about this scene, but she could not immediately put her mighty mind on the reason why.
Suddenly, the door opened with a quiet hiss. Jazmon whirled around quickly, her lengthily platinium hair flowing behind, and exclaimed, "By the Supreme Lord..."
His muscular legs closed the gap between them in the span of nanoseconds. Jazmon surrendered to his embrace, her head laying on his well-developed chest. She looked up into his eyes, those emerald eyes, just like the moons of Thagor where they had met all those parsecs ago.
They said nothing, verbally or telepathically. Her hand brushed his golden bangs from his forehead before standing on her bare tiptoes, drawing him into a kiss.
As their lips locked, the horrible memories of Ward and other galactic rapists flashed through her mind. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, trickling down her cheek and, as if in slow motion, fell to the ground.
"<Oh Tor...>" she drew back from the kiss, holding his gray face with both hands. "<My husband...it has been...been so long since...I felt Visago...>"
Suddenly, the Vixen's hands began to glow, causing visual waves of multicolor to ripple through the male Venusian's face. His form began to waver and warp, and suddenly dispersed into ether, leaving the Mental Mistress alone.
"I...thank you for that moment...this memory of my wedding chamber." she said aloud, glancing about the room. "But it will take more than mere Venusian psychotronic tricks to fool me."
"I would expect nothing less from the former Protector of Venus." a female voice boomed from all around Jazmon. "Or should I refer to you as the sole sex slave that escaped the Darkelf?"
"You should refer to me as your better." The Vixen replied smugly. "You address one of the most powerful minds in existance. I feel your astral fingers trying to pry into the pathways of my cerebral haven. It would be wise to give up now."
But the voice laughed sinisterly. "You foolish little Venusian. Do you think I am really this meek?"
The Gray One practically jumped when the room began to literally crumble around her. She tried to activate her telekinesis for flight, but her vast powers seemed to have been shut off. As the ground became an abyss below her, Jazmon clawed at the air powerlessly as she plummetted into the black.
She did not fall far, however. Glowing pink strands of energy sliced through the darkness, snapping harshly around her neck, wrists, and ankles. With an agonizing pull, the powerless Venusian was snapped spreadeagle. Before her, a large pink cloud of mist formed before her, shaping into a giant, featureless face.
"Do you understand now, Venusian Vixen?!" the female voice boomed from it. "Here, I control everything. Here...I AM TOR!"
"You will never win!" Jazmon screamed defiantly.
"I have control of your mighty mind now, naive one!" the misty face bellowed. "Watch...!"
"No!" The Venusian cried, her gray forehead wrinkling. As if two images superimposed on each other, the Vixen's naked form was soon clothed with her trademark purple halter top, matching microskirt, and glowing transparent Enhancement Sandals. However, her uniform soon flicked from existance, leaving her nude once again.
In the real world, the Venusian's glassy-eyed form began to move, slowly, trembling, as if warring with itself. Her left hand, with a mighty effort, began to lift up slightly. Then, it was slowly forced back to her side.
"You will never gain control of my body!!" Jazmon cried.
"It is already done, you young fool!" the voice spoke, also from her lips.
The Venusian quickly looked around, realizing with a start that her conciousness had returned to the real world. However, at that moment, she could only move her head. She watched in horror as her left arm began to move once again, but not on her accord!
"Cease this at once!" she squealed, her right hand grabbing her left arm and holding it in place. For a minute, the two limbs were at a stalemate. However, suddenly, her left hand flew up and grabbed her throat with strength greater than her own.
The Mental Mistress coughed uncontrollably, feeling the precious oxygen she breathed being squeezed from her lungs. She tried grabbing her delinquent hand with the other one...but that too turned against her. Soon, she was being choked by both of her hands!
"Gahhhhh....hhhh...." she gasped in a dry whisper, unable to form words as her own limbs squeezed her throat. Her knees buckled, and the mighty Cerebral Savior's platnium silver haired head was lying on the sidewalk, her silver eyes closed in unconciousness.
"Now..." the voice came from the slumbering alien's silver lips. "Let's see if we can get those shoes off..."
Original Sin
Part IV
With what inkling of self-conciousness she had left, the Khree Crusader known as Crystal Century tried to regain control of her lucious physique from the grip of the Buffoon's insanely powerful aphrodisiac. However, even the slightest of movement, or budging the merest of inches, sent overwhelming waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling through her form.
Although alien she may be, her body shared most, if not all of the characteristics of the normal human female. The usual scientific fact of the Khree's physique was several hundred years beyond that of humankind seemed to be merely an empty boast at this low point.
Here she was, one of the highest officers in the Khree Void Police...now nothing more than a lowly sexual deviant.
She could not see the Buffoon hanging over her, measuring his swing to her naked buttocks with his thick paddle. Her shimmering purple locks blocked her vision; it was too hard to move them.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm..." she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing hot with embarressment. She could not help herself...she was aroused uncontrollably, every movement sending fire through all of her limbs!
Her hand stretched forward, in a desperate attempt to crawl to freedom. One of her naked nipples scrapped the sidewalk, causing a loud erotic gasp to erupt from her mouth.
"Oh, don't go anywhere!" The Buffoon chuckled. "The fun just startin'!"
Powerless to do anything but obey, the infected Subzero Spacefighter could do nothing but collaspe bodily on the cold concrete, moaning wildly. Suddenly, her world became quiet, the proverbial calm before the storm. She felt the air rush to her unclothed posterior, her silver plaid microskirt flapping in the wind.
And then...WHAMMM!!
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHH!!" her orgasmic cry tore from her lungs as her body exploded in heat and sexual pleasure. The Buffoon screamed with harsh laughter as he grabbed a fistful of Crystal's purple hair, arching her head and back, and her dark neck bent forward.
"I love this game!" the Perilous Prankster cackled, holding his paddle aloof with his other hand mere seconds before bring it across Crystal's naked behind once again.
WHAMMM!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHH!" the Khree Guardian of Good screeched, her sensual mouth wide, eyes squeezed shut behind the slits of her red mask. Tears of frustration pooled in her eyes.
<Help....> she telepathically begged. <Please...Vixen...anyone...I beg you...>
She could feel the warm juices flowing from inside of her, trickling down her thighs and pooling around her raw knees. With each stroke of the Buffoon's heavy paddle, she was erupting with passion inside.
"Yes...Niagera Falls!" The Buffoon squealed with delight, seeing the results of his bizarre game. "Let's keep it coming, spacecop!"
The paddle raised slowly, tauntingly, menacingly...and then it was brought down hard.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
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The Vixen of Venus found herself able to control her eyes once again, but her surroundings had changed. Instead of the city street that served as an imprompt battleground, she was in a dark pink bedroom of sorts...seemingly alien in design.
Venusian in design.
She glanced down, finding herself starring at her large gray breasts and muscular torso. She was completely naked, save her trademark purple earrings, shaped in the Union symbol of a star encircled by a golden ring.
" <Hello?>" she greeted in her native Venusia language, glancing anxiously about the large room. A multi-colored bed sat in the middle, next to a large window. Outside...outside was a view of Venus, the planet of her birth. Trembling inspite of herself, the Gray One slowly walked over and pressed her hand against the glass, sighing at the majesty of Earth's twin planet.
There was something familiar about this scene, but she could not immediately put her mighty mind on the reason why.
Suddenly, the door opened with a quiet hiss. Jazmon whirled around quickly, her lengthily platinium hair flowing behind, and exclaimed, "By the Supreme Lord..."
His muscular legs closed the gap between them in the span of nanoseconds. Jazmon surrendered to his embrace, her head laying on his well-developed chest. She looked up into his eyes, those emerald eyes, just like the moons of Thagor where they had met all those parsecs ago.
They said nothing, verbally or telepathically. Her hand brushed his golden bangs from his forehead before standing on her bare tiptoes, drawing him into a kiss.
As their lips locked, the horrible memories of Ward and other galactic rapists flashed through her mind. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, trickling down her cheek and, as if in slow motion, fell to the ground.
"<Oh Tor...>" she drew back from the kiss, holding his gray face with both hands. "<My husband...it has been...been so long since...I felt Visago...>"
Suddenly, the Vixen's hands began to glow, causing visual waves of multicolor to ripple through the male Venusian's face. His form began to waver and warp, and suddenly dispersed into ether, leaving the Mental Mistress alone.
"I...thank you for that moment...this memory of my wedding chamber." she said aloud, glancing about the room. "But it will take more than mere Venusian psychotronic tricks to fool me."
"I would expect nothing less from the former Protector of Venus." a female voice boomed from all around Jazmon. "Or should I refer to you as the sole sex slave that escaped the Darkelf?"
"You should refer to me as your better." The Vixen replied smugly. "You address one of the most powerful minds in existance. I feel your astral fingers trying to pry into the pathways of my cerebral haven. It would be wise to give up now."
But the voice laughed sinisterly. "You foolish little Venusian. Do you think I am really this meek?"
The Gray One practically jumped when the room began to literally crumble around her. She tried to activate her telekinesis for flight, but her vast powers seemed to have been shut off. As the ground became an abyss below her, Jazmon clawed at the air powerlessly as she plummetted into the black.
She did not fall far, however. Glowing pink strands of energy sliced through the darkness, snapping harshly around her neck, wrists, and ankles. With an agonizing pull, the powerless Venusian was snapped spreadeagle. Before her, a large pink cloud of mist formed before her, shaping into a giant, featureless face.
"Do you understand now, Venusian Vixen?!" the female voice boomed from it. "Here, I control everything. Here...I AM TOR!"
"You will never win!" Jazmon screamed defiantly.
"I have control of your mighty mind now, naive one!" the misty face bellowed. "Watch...!"
"No!" The Venusian cried, her gray forehead wrinkling. As if two images superimposed on each other, the Vixen's naked form was soon clothed with her trademark purple halter top, matching microskirt, and glowing transparent Enhancement Sandals. However, her uniform soon flicked from existance, leaving her nude once again.
In the real world, the Venusian's glassy-eyed form began to move, slowly, trembling, as if warring with itself. Her left hand, with a mighty effort, began to lift up slightly. Then, it was slowly forced back to her side.
"You will never gain control of my body!!" Jazmon cried.
"It is already done, you young fool!" the voice spoke, also from her lips.
The Venusian quickly looked around, realizing with a start that her conciousness had returned to the real world. However, at that moment, she could only move her head. She watched in horror as her left arm began to move once again, but not on her accord!
"Cease this at once!" she squealed, her right hand grabbing her left arm and holding it in place. For a minute, the two limbs were at a stalemate. However, suddenly, her left hand flew up and grabbed her throat with strength greater than her own.
The Mental Mistress coughed uncontrollably, feeling the precious oxygen she breathed being squeezed from her lungs. She tried grabbing her delinquent hand with the other one...but that too turned against her. Soon, she was being choked by both of her hands!
"Gahhhhh....hhhh...." she gasped in a dry whisper, unable to form words as her own limbs squeezed her throat. Her knees buckled, and the mighty Cerebral Savior's platnium silver haired head was lying on the sidewalk, her silver eyes closed in unconciousness.
"Now..." the voice came from the slumbering alien's silver lips. "Let's see if we can get those shoes off..."
The Syndicate of Carnality
Original Sin
Part V
"I always like to play with my meal before devouring it."
The despicable dynamo known as Riffster continued to make his way into a world of black, a living abyss of echoes that was formerly a typical shopping market. He had pulled his face mask over his grizzled visage, completing his infamous red and lightning-blue ensemble. The sapphire lightning bolts provided limited light, although it seemed to be devoured by the shadowy mass that now engulfed him.
He could not help for feel relunctance at pressing on to face his adversary. Unlike the other Unionnaires, she did not play by the rules of good and evil; in fact, she seemed more like a good drinking buddy than someone to humiliate before the world.
Maybe he could appeal to her dark side.
"I figured you elves to be plant-eaters." he quipped, holding his balled fists before him, sparking with blue electricity.
"I'm a man-eater, human." the sexy voice cooed, all around him, as if in surround sound.
"I thought the Union was always your main course..." Riffster replied, glancing around cautiously.
"They are." the abyss seemingly rippled before him with an audible plop. "But the Venusian mind witch made a Faustian deal with me. She traded lives. Your pathetic world for a galaxy far, far away."
"I see." The Riffster's hand slowly dropped to his sides, the electricity submissing. "So, you're becoming a goodie-two shoes now, eh? Once you go back, you can't return-"
The rest of his statement was lost forever, replaced with an thunderous bellow. A spike of pure black was stabbed into his leg, causing a small geyser of crimson to erupt from the wound.
"Can you believe that gray tramp had the gall to say that I could harm no one on this miserable planet?!" the sexy voice ranted. Before the crinching supervillain, the void rippled open, and Vamp stepped through, chuckling quietly.
"Oh God!" Riffster screeched, electricity surging about him as he tried unsuccessfully to pull the spike from his leg.
"Don't call for your worthless piece of air now, light bulb man." Vamp growled. "That's for the lightning in my nether region. And this..."
She trailed off as she made a small beckoning gesture wiith her left hand. Another spike suddenly stabbed into the Riffster's other leg, causing him to scream and whimper slightly.
"...that's just to turn me on..." the Shadowelf licked her blue lips with her red tongue, slowly unbuttoning her black bra and red corset. She gasped slightly as she fondled one of her small, supple breasts, teasing the nipple as she watched her opponent tremble in agony.
"Damn it..." Riffster said in a ragged breath. "I...she was right, she was..."
Vamp stopped fondling her breast. "Who?"
"I...I-I-I..."the electric criminal stuttered, his lips trembling in agony.
"Who?" Vamp strode towards him, the platforms of her Sandals flashing blood red with each step.
"It...it was the Venusian!" he spat out at last as her elven face was mere inches from his. "Before...before I...came here...she sat this all up...to test you...to test your resolve on the deal."
Vamp's lucious lips twisted into a cold sneer. "Then I guess I failed her little girl scout test."
"No." Riffster gritted his teeth, suddenly seizing her head with both hands. "You passed. Just like the rest of them, your arrogance...is your downfall!"
With that, he electrified the eleven warrior with all the power within his being. His scream of rage, fear, and pain joined hers in a bizarre duet, culminating in a powerful explosion that ripped through the both of them. Riffster found himself flying backward through space, before his back slammed into a large canned food display.
He vanished within the avalanche of metal-contained corn.
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"You poor, poor dears." Professor Swan murmured sadly, silently watching the floating bodies of the unconcious Union members in the glass tanks, for now their prisons. It had been quiet around the lab since Jazmon had gone, although if the report on television was to be believed, it was quite lively outside.
She still could not believe her senses. The Riffster and the Buffoon, joining forces? It was definately something to be frightened about; sure, the duo was minor villains on their own, but together? For some reason, she could not place her finger on it, but she felt that this was not the end of it.
There was something bigger behind the scene. Something loomed over the horizon.
Suddenly, she felt the ground tremble slightly. Was it her imagination?
Brushing back her red bangs nervously, the scientist leaped to her feet and quickly rushed to the door of the room. Opening it to a crack, she peeked through it...and wish she had not.
"Oh my God!" she backpedaled violently, her back slamming against the table in the center of the room.
The door to the room suddenly exploded as a massive form charged into the room. As the dust and debris cloud cleared, Professor Swan removed her hand from before her face to gawk in horror at the horrific being that stood before her.
He was eight foot tall, a mass of muscules that loomed over the small scientist. His face was literally a bull's head, only matching his hair covered legs and hooves for feet. His entire body was covered in a fine coat of black hair.
"The Minotaur?!" Professor Swan screeched. "What are you doing...here?!"
The named villain only snorted black smoke, and pawed the ground angrily. Suddenly, he charged towards the scientist.
She screamed, blindly rolling to the side. The mythical menace hit the table, easily reducing it to sliver. A mass of scrambling arms and legs, Professor Swan slithered to one side of the lab and thundered hard against the cabinets. As she slide up to her feet, the Minotaur turned to face her, pawing at the ground once again with his feet.
"Please don't kill me!" Swan whimpered. "I just a lowly scientist. My only sin is playing Call Of Duty 12 hours straight!"
However, just as it seemed the hairy juggernaut is about to plow forward, he froze in his massive tracks. Suddenly, his large reproductive organ jutted forward from his fur, causing Swan's face to frown in disgust.
"Gross!" she cried, covering her eyes with the back of one hand. "Can you put that thing away?!"
"It's not for you, Swanie." a familiar voice reached her ears. A newcomer slowly floated into view, landing protectively before her. Her well-developed body was completely nude with the exception of glowing silver platform sandals on her feet.
Long green braids draped over slender shoulders and unto a sexy, tanned back.
"Alright, Minotaur!" Neptuna balled her fists, her enlarged breasts bouncing as she stepped towards the beast. She was still wet from the water inside of the glass tank.
"Since I know you don't carry a wallet in that fur of yours..." The Sea Nymph declared. "It's time to take payback the ol' fashion way...out of your hide!"
Original Sin
Part V
"I always like to play with my meal before devouring it."
The despicable dynamo known as Riffster continued to make his way into a world of black, a living abyss of echoes that was formerly a typical shopping market. He had pulled his face mask over his grizzled visage, completing his infamous red and lightning-blue ensemble. The sapphire lightning bolts provided limited light, although it seemed to be devoured by the shadowy mass that now engulfed him.
He could not help for feel relunctance at pressing on to face his adversary. Unlike the other Unionnaires, she did not play by the rules of good and evil; in fact, she seemed more like a good drinking buddy than someone to humiliate before the world.
Maybe he could appeal to her dark side.
"I figured you elves to be plant-eaters." he quipped, holding his balled fists before him, sparking with blue electricity.
"I'm a man-eater, human." the sexy voice cooed, all around him, as if in surround sound.
"I thought the Union was always your main course..." Riffster replied, glancing around cautiously.
"They are." the abyss seemingly rippled before him with an audible plop. "But the Venusian mind witch made a Faustian deal with me. She traded lives. Your pathetic world for a galaxy far, far away."
"I see." The Riffster's hand slowly dropped to his sides, the electricity submissing. "So, you're becoming a goodie-two shoes now, eh? Once you go back, you can't return-"
The rest of his statement was lost forever, replaced with an thunderous bellow. A spike of pure black was stabbed into his leg, causing a small geyser of crimson to erupt from the wound.
"Can you believe that gray tramp had the gall to say that I could harm no one on this miserable planet?!" the sexy voice ranted. Before the crinching supervillain, the void rippled open, and Vamp stepped through, chuckling quietly.
"Oh God!" Riffster screeched, electricity surging about him as he tried unsuccessfully to pull the spike from his leg.
"Don't call for your worthless piece of air now, light bulb man." Vamp growled. "That's for the lightning in my nether region. And this..."
She trailed off as she made a small beckoning gesture wiith her left hand. Another spike suddenly stabbed into the Riffster's other leg, causing him to scream and whimper slightly.
"...that's just to turn me on..." the Shadowelf licked her blue lips with her red tongue, slowly unbuttoning her black bra and red corset. She gasped slightly as she fondled one of her small, supple breasts, teasing the nipple as she watched her opponent tremble in agony.
"Damn it..." Riffster said in a ragged breath. "I...she was right, she was..."
Vamp stopped fondling her breast. "Who?"
"I...I-I-I..."the electric criminal stuttered, his lips trembling in agony.
"Who?" Vamp strode towards him, the platforms of her Sandals flashing blood red with each step.
"It...it was the Venusian!" he spat out at last as her elven face was mere inches from his. "Before...before I...came here...she sat this all up...to test you...to test your resolve on the deal."
Vamp's lucious lips twisted into a cold sneer. "Then I guess I failed her little girl scout test."
"No." Riffster gritted his teeth, suddenly seizing her head with both hands. "You passed. Just like the rest of them, your arrogance...is your downfall!"
With that, he electrified the eleven warrior with all the power within his being. His scream of rage, fear, and pain joined hers in a bizarre duet, culminating in a powerful explosion that ripped through the both of them. Riffster found himself flying backward through space, before his back slammed into a large canned food display.
He vanished within the avalanche of metal-contained corn.
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"You poor, poor dears." Professor Swan murmured sadly, silently watching the floating bodies of the unconcious Union members in the glass tanks, for now their prisons. It had been quiet around the lab since Jazmon had gone, although if the report on television was to be believed, it was quite lively outside.
She still could not believe her senses. The Riffster and the Buffoon, joining forces? It was definately something to be frightened about; sure, the duo was minor villains on their own, but together? For some reason, she could not place her finger on it, but she felt that this was not the end of it.
There was something bigger behind the scene. Something loomed over the horizon.
Suddenly, she felt the ground tremble slightly. Was it her imagination?
Brushing back her red bangs nervously, the scientist leaped to her feet and quickly rushed to the door of the room. Opening it to a crack, she peeked through it...and wish she had not.
"Oh my God!" she backpedaled violently, her back slamming against the table in the center of the room.
The door to the room suddenly exploded as a massive form charged into the room. As the dust and debris cloud cleared, Professor Swan removed her hand from before her face to gawk in horror at the horrific being that stood before her.
He was eight foot tall, a mass of muscules that loomed over the small scientist. His face was literally a bull's head, only matching his hair covered legs and hooves for feet. His entire body was covered in a fine coat of black hair.
"The Minotaur?!" Professor Swan screeched. "What are you doing...here?!"
The named villain only snorted black smoke, and pawed the ground angrily. Suddenly, he charged towards the scientist.
She screamed, blindly rolling to the side. The mythical menace hit the table, easily reducing it to sliver. A mass of scrambling arms and legs, Professor Swan slithered to one side of the lab and thundered hard against the cabinets. As she slide up to her feet, the Minotaur turned to face her, pawing at the ground once again with his feet.
"Please don't kill me!" Swan whimpered. "I just a lowly scientist. My only sin is playing Call Of Duty 12 hours straight!"
However, just as it seemed the hairy juggernaut is about to plow forward, he froze in his massive tracks. Suddenly, his large reproductive organ jutted forward from his fur, causing Swan's face to frown in disgust.
"Gross!" she cried, covering her eyes with the back of one hand. "Can you put that thing away?!"
"It's not for you, Swanie." a familiar voice reached her ears. A newcomer slowly floated into view, landing protectively before her. Her well-developed body was completely nude with the exception of glowing silver platform sandals on her feet.
Long green braids draped over slender shoulders and unto a sexy, tanned back.
"Alright, Minotaur!" Neptuna balled her fists, her enlarged breasts bouncing as she stepped towards the beast. She was still wet from the water inside of the glass tank.
"Since I know you don't carry a wallet in that fur of yours..." The Sea Nymph declared. "It's time to take payback the ol' fashion way...out of your hide!"
Hi, Superheroine Humiliation Fans!
The title of the thread keeps changing because the idea of the story keeps changing. Originally, I kidded myself into thinking that it would be something I would keep ongoing. But, with my professional work beginning, its impossible. Not to mention, technically its not true Wrath of Ward...i.e. the stories were cowritten by me and Pomy, Lando(Creator of Mentat), and was a lot more brutal as a result.
The thread title is a homage to DC Comics 80-Page Giant books, and the story itself was inspired by Giant-Size X-men #1, the issue where the international X-men were introduced, like Wolverine, Banshee, Sunbird, and Storm. Of course, this has been retconned by X-men: Deadly Genesis, with another team of X-men introduced BEFORE the famous international team, lead by the third Summers brother, Vulcan...and making Xavier a bastard, willingly sending people to their deaths and covering it up.
The Syndicate members aren't original, but originated from Superheroinesindebasement. I just...ahem, borrowed them. Well, they are just sitting there, gathering dust, so to speak. So, thank you creators.
The title of the thread keeps changing because the idea of the story keeps changing. Originally, I kidded myself into thinking that it would be something I would keep ongoing. But, with my professional work beginning, its impossible. Not to mention, technically its not true Wrath of Ward...i.e. the stories were cowritten by me and Pomy, Lando(Creator of Mentat), and was a lot more brutal as a result.
The thread title is a homage to DC Comics 80-Page Giant books, and the story itself was inspired by Giant-Size X-men #1, the issue where the international X-men were introduced, like Wolverine, Banshee, Sunbird, and Storm. Of course, this has been retconned by X-men: Deadly Genesis, with another team of X-men introduced BEFORE the famous international team, lead by the third Summers brother, Vulcan...and making Xavier a bastard, willingly sending people to their deaths and covering it up.
The Syndicate members aren't original, but originated from Superheroinesindebasement. I just...ahem, borrowed them. Well, they are just sitting there, gathering dust, so to speak. So, thank you creators.
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The Syndicate of Carnality:
Original Sin
Part VI
A rumble of thunder heralded a terrific explosion directly outside of Professor Swan's lab, located on the second floor of the Biology building of Metro State University. Debris sliced through the air for up to 20 feet around, mercilessly pummeling the horrified students below. A particularly large piece of something crashed to the ground, vanishing in an volcanic-like eruption of dirt.
Within the smouldering crater, a hand slowly emerged. It was a slender female hand, dirty, with broken green fingernails. A disheveled, sea green-haired head followed, its African-braids mangled with dust.
"Suffering Shitfish..." a slightly husky female voice swore as a battered, naked, sensational copper-skinned form rose to full height out of the crater. "I'm...still dazed...off-balanced..."
The Marine Maiden known the world over as Neptuna angrily glared at the source of her misfortune, her shapely breasts, which had grown to the size of watermelons thanks to the sinister preganancy created by their last adversaries. She had defeated the parasitic creature inside of her. However, it seemed that it would take a while before her body was returned to normal.
With her center of balance off kilter, the Revenging Daughter was finding it hard to battle her latest foe, who stared in rage down at her from the hole they had made in the side of the building.
Every fiber, every cell, every inch of her being was telling the Water Nymph to fly away, to quickly return to her father in the sea. A smile of arrogance ripped across her smudged face. She stepped forward, her silver Enhancement Sandals flashing in the midday sun.
She beckoned the deadly creature with a middle finger.
She was never good at the flight part of the fight-or-flight response.
The Minotaur roared, a cloud of black surging from his nostrils. Brandishing his battle-axe, which spanned twice his height of eight inches, the dark creature of myth stepped nonchalantly out of the hole and into space. He plummetted like a stone, hitting the ground with such explosive force that Neptuna had to cover her eyes with an arm to block the expansive dirt cloud.
With the cloud dispersed, the Minotaur thundered towards his smaller opponent, each step causing the ground to quake. Although the aquatic Guardian of Good stood defiantly before him, naked, with hands boldly on hips, her inhumanly sized breasts quivered wtih each step, causing her to blush uncontrollably.
The Man-Bull held his gigantic axe lengthwise in both hands as he drew near. His eyes glowed hauntingly red, and he snorted ruby flames. Yet the Princess of the Depths was undaunted, her will indomitable. She wanted much more rage from her beastily assailant.
"Y'know what your old master, Doc Cunnillinga eats every morning before he gets his prison workout?" she sneered. "A knuckle sandwich...delivered by yours truly!"
"Dust!!!" the Minotaur bellowed in his gruff inhuman voice as he held the axe above his head, ready to bring it down on the emerald-haired superheroine. He moved faster than anticipated, causing Neptuna to scramble ungracefully out of the way of his swing. The axe easily sliced the earth where she had just stood, leaving giant cracks in its wake.
"I outstripped the dolphins when I was a baby, your hairy moron!" Neptuna screamed, leaping up with left haymaker. "You couldn't keep up with my speed on your best day!"
However, her attack was blocked by the handle of the axe, proving that the mythical creature could belay her boast. He smacked her with the flat of the giant axe blade, sending her rolling head over hills a few feet from the confrontation point. As she quickly rose to her feet, he was upon her, the axe slicing through the air once more.
With all of her strength, Neptuna flew forward, both fists outstretched. The human missile slammed directly into the chest of her hirsute opponent, taking him off of his hooves. Gritting her teeth, the Marine Maiden aimed for the sky, taking her enemy into the clouds. While the sea was her primary element, the sky was close second.
The Minotaur snorted wildly, kicking with his hoofed feet. Neptuna stared into his bull-shaped face and chuckled sinisterly, knowing the overwhelming fear the creature must felt as the campus was shrinking further below them. However, a gasp suddenly escaped her lips.
The mythical menace casually abandoned his huge accessory, and began to pummel her sensual back with bone-shattering blows! Neptuna wheezed as the air was torn from her lungs and gills. Her grip on her larger adversary was growing much weaker. As a throbbing red crept into her vision, she had released the creature before she had known it.
The large beast seemingly floated in the clouds for seconds, as if forgetting its link to gravity. Then, with a snort of fear, it began its wild descent from the sky.
Neptuna hovered a few seconds longer, watching the giant bull-man fall before soaring after him. A emerald-haired comet, she sliced through the air before him, ending her charge with a powerful roundhouse kick across the snout. A trickle of blood poured out of the corner of the monster's mouth as its face snapped back.
The Revenging Daughter followed up with a flurry of punches and kicks, battering the creature, never letting up for a moment. However, one punch came to slow, and that was all the mythical menace needed. Squeezing her arm savagely, causing her to cry out in pain, the Minotaur whirled Neptuna's falling body around to where he was facing her back.
Suddenly, he wrapped his massive hairy arms around her gigantic breasts, and began to squeeze. Her arms pinned at her sides, Neptuna felt the air rushed out of her for the second time that day. Her Sandals flashed as she kicked blindly, trying to wiggle free.
"Let me go, you air-sucking throw rug!" she gasped, her head shaking uncontrollably from side to side. The Minotaur only guffawed sinisterly, watching with an intimidating patience as the ground rushed up to meet them.
"Got...to...get...free!!" Neptuna gasped, but found herself getting lightheaded. Her eyes wavered as the air continued to escape her body, but with no way back in.
"Dust!!!" The Minotaur chuckled as they free-fell to their doom.
Original Sin
Part VI
A rumble of thunder heralded a terrific explosion directly outside of Professor Swan's lab, located on the second floor of the Biology building of Metro State University. Debris sliced through the air for up to 20 feet around, mercilessly pummeling the horrified students below. A particularly large piece of something crashed to the ground, vanishing in an volcanic-like eruption of dirt.
Within the smouldering crater, a hand slowly emerged. It was a slender female hand, dirty, with broken green fingernails. A disheveled, sea green-haired head followed, its African-braids mangled with dust.
"Suffering Shitfish..." a slightly husky female voice swore as a battered, naked, sensational copper-skinned form rose to full height out of the crater. "I'm...still dazed...off-balanced..."
The Marine Maiden known the world over as Neptuna angrily glared at the source of her misfortune, her shapely breasts, which had grown to the size of watermelons thanks to the sinister preganancy created by their last adversaries. She had defeated the parasitic creature inside of her. However, it seemed that it would take a while before her body was returned to normal.
With her center of balance off kilter, the Revenging Daughter was finding it hard to battle her latest foe, who stared in rage down at her from the hole they had made in the side of the building.
Every fiber, every cell, every inch of her being was telling the Water Nymph to fly away, to quickly return to her father in the sea. A smile of arrogance ripped across her smudged face. She stepped forward, her silver Enhancement Sandals flashing in the midday sun.
She beckoned the deadly creature with a middle finger.
She was never good at the flight part of the fight-or-flight response.
The Minotaur roared, a cloud of black surging from his nostrils. Brandishing his battle-axe, which spanned twice his height of eight inches, the dark creature of myth stepped nonchalantly out of the hole and into space. He plummetted like a stone, hitting the ground with such explosive force that Neptuna had to cover her eyes with an arm to block the expansive dirt cloud.
With the cloud dispersed, the Minotaur thundered towards his smaller opponent, each step causing the ground to quake. Although the aquatic Guardian of Good stood defiantly before him, naked, with hands boldly on hips, her inhumanly sized breasts quivered wtih each step, causing her to blush uncontrollably.
The Man-Bull held his gigantic axe lengthwise in both hands as he drew near. His eyes glowed hauntingly red, and he snorted ruby flames. Yet the Princess of the Depths was undaunted, her will indomitable. She wanted much more rage from her beastily assailant.
"Y'know what your old master, Doc Cunnillinga eats every morning before he gets his prison workout?" she sneered. "A knuckle sandwich...delivered by yours truly!"
"Dust!!!" the Minotaur bellowed in his gruff inhuman voice as he held the axe above his head, ready to bring it down on the emerald-haired superheroine. He moved faster than anticipated, causing Neptuna to scramble ungracefully out of the way of his swing. The axe easily sliced the earth where she had just stood, leaving giant cracks in its wake.
"I outstripped the dolphins when I was a baby, your hairy moron!" Neptuna screamed, leaping up with left haymaker. "You couldn't keep up with my speed on your best day!"
However, her attack was blocked by the handle of the axe, proving that the mythical creature could belay her boast. He smacked her with the flat of the giant axe blade, sending her rolling head over hills a few feet from the confrontation point. As she quickly rose to her feet, he was upon her, the axe slicing through the air once more.
With all of her strength, Neptuna flew forward, both fists outstretched. The human missile slammed directly into the chest of her hirsute opponent, taking him off of his hooves. Gritting her teeth, the Marine Maiden aimed for the sky, taking her enemy into the clouds. While the sea was her primary element, the sky was close second.
The Minotaur snorted wildly, kicking with his hoofed feet. Neptuna stared into his bull-shaped face and chuckled sinisterly, knowing the overwhelming fear the creature must felt as the campus was shrinking further below them. However, a gasp suddenly escaped her lips.
The mythical menace casually abandoned his huge accessory, and began to pummel her sensual back with bone-shattering blows! Neptuna wheezed as the air was torn from her lungs and gills. Her grip on her larger adversary was growing much weaker. As a throbbing red crept into her vision, she had released the creature before she had known it.
The large beast seemingly floated in the clouds for seconds, as if forgetting its link to gravity. Then, with a snort of fear, it began its wild descent from the sky.
Neptuna hovered a few seconds longer, watching the giant bull-man fall before soaring after him. A emerald-haired comet, she sliced through the air before him, ending her charge with a powerful roundhouse kick across the snout. A trickle of blood poured out of the corner of the monster's mouth as its face snapped back.
The Revenging Daughter followed up with a flurry of punches and kicks, battering the creature, never letting up for a moment. However, one punch came to slow, and that was all the mythical menace needed. Squeezing her arm savagely, causing her to cry out in pain, the Minotaur whirled Neptuna's falling body around to where he was facing her back.
Suddenly, he wrapped his massive hairy arms around her gigantic breasts, and began to squeeze. Her arms pinned at her sides, Neptuna felt the air rushed out of her for the second time that day. Her Sandals flashed as she kicked blindly, trying to wiggle free.
"Let me go, you air-sucking throw rug!" she gasped, her head shaking uncontrollably from side to side. The Minotaur only guffawed sinisterly, watching with an intimidating patience as the ground rushed up to meet them.
"Got...to...get...free!!" Neptuna gasped, but found herself getting lightheaded. Her eyes wavered as the air continued to escape her body, but with no way back in.
"Dust!!!" The Minotaur chuckled as they free-fell to their doom.
The herald of her arrival was subtle. Although the pinnacle of a crude fighter, the hairy Minatour was nevertheless a dangerous warrior of unparallelled magnitude, his mythical status well deserved. But, as the Princess of The Depths and her larger adversary plunged helplessly to Earth, his massive, hirsuite arms began to slide away from their deathgrip around her enlarged bosom.
Groaning, his volcanic breath burning Neptuna's ears, the beast of a man clutched his ears, cringing in agony. The seasoned Marine Maiden smiled. Opportunity was not just knocking...it was threatening to tear the door off of its hinges.
The ground rushed up towards them, a deserted highway that had replaced the heavily-populated college campus of earlier. With a snarl, Neptuna slowed her descent, letting her giant enemy plummet past. She then somersaulted gracefully in mid-air and flew after him, catching up to him and wrapping her copper arms around his gargauntuan midsection.
Her grip became steel as she gathered all of the remaining strength within her lithe frame, strength that had torn battleships ashunder in her young lifetime. She had only one shot at this.
"Burn, you son of Jonah!" she screamed, before unleashing millions of electric volts from within her body. The Creature of Myth bellowed an throaty animalistic howl as he was throughly electrocuted. For seconds, his massive frame went limp, giving his smaller opponent the chance to stand them on their heads.
The hot, blue concrete of the highway drew ever so near.
"Electric Eel Suplex!" Neptuna screeched before unleashing an even greater lethal torrent of electricity. The Minatour screamed...or at least it resembled a scream...as he plunged straight to the ground, head first.
A literal tidal wave of concrete erupted from the epicenter, sending spiderwebs in a two mile radius through the material. A blinding cloud of concrete shrapnel filled the air for a minute, before settling silently. With a sigh of relief, the Water Nymph set up from her German Suplex position, fruitlessly brushing the dirt from her glistening, sweat-drenched form.
"Thank you." she whispered, to no one in particular.
"Blessed Creator!" an over-cheery sugary voice reached her ears. "Are you alright, Princess?"
The shrapnel cloud finally settled, revealing a beautiful newcomer, with huge golden wings. Her volunptous, alabaster form was clad in a sheer golden croptop with silver trim, a matching loincloth that reached her upper thighs, glistening gold anklets and bracelets, a glowing gold chocker, and clear Enhancement Sandals with glowing gold platforms. Her long, white hair flowed over her slender shoulders, while her pouty golden lips held an innocent smile.
"I had it all under control, Angelus." Neptuna spat, enshrouding herself in bravado.
The Angelic Sensation's golden eyes blinked innocent as she laughed heartily. "But my Soul Scream helped just a little, right?"
Neptuna rose to her feet, brushing the dust from her huge breasts. "What are you doing here, sunshine?"
Angelus's dainty hand played absently with the pink halo that floated a few inches above her white tresses. Her happy demeanor turned solumn.
"I would have came from Lucifer sooner, because of Jazmon's galactic summons, but I had missionary work in another galaxy." she told her. "But when I returned to Earth...Jazmon...and the Khree Warrior Crystal Century...were crying out. My Celestial Sense could not ignore them."
"So...you don't know..." Neptuna trailed off, visually lost in thought.
"All I know is that Jazmon was assembling a new Union, and I was honored to be selected!" Angelus's cheery personality reasserted itself.
"A...new...Union?" Neptuna whispered the words. "By the Tides...how long have I been...?"
"A few weeks, Princess." Angelus reported sadly. "After your latest battle, you were all impregnated by the enemy. The Terran scientist named Swan worked dilegently to save you, but to prevent further damage to your bodies, you were placed in suspended animation. I'm sorry..."
"What the hell are you sorry for?" Neptuna growled, punching the air. "You had nothing to do with it."
"I know, but..." Angelus's golden eyes flowed to the side as she sighed sadly.
"I'm...I'm sorry, sunshine." Neptuna looked away, her fists balled at her sides. "I...have no right in taking it out on you. You're just...caring for me, as usual."
Angelus slowly closed the gap between them, rubbing Neptuna's shoulders gingerly. "My Celestial Sense, remember? I can...can feel the pain radiating from you. The anger. Its raw."
The Marine Maiden looked into her eyes and chuckled. "People of Lucifer and people of Venus must was close before disaster struck."
The Winged Wonder blinked. "Why?"
"Because you remind me of a certain muscle-bound gray-skinned chick." Neptuna grinned.
"By The Scriptures..." Angelus exclaimed. "Jazmon! We have to rescue our fellow Unionnaires!"
"Right!" Neptuna agreed. "I'll lug this overgrown bison back to-"
"I'll take care of that..." Angelus grinned, pointing towards the unconcious Minatour. As if taking on a life of its own, the pink halo flew above the giant form. Vibrating harshly, it suddenly emitted a cone shape of light, bathing the large beast, and causing it to vanish in a shower of sparkles.
"He is now in police custody." Angelus smiled triumphantly, as the pink halo, leaving a trail of pink hearts in its wake, settled at its place above her head.
"Are you sure they can handle him?" Neptuna raised a green eyebrow.
"We have to rescue our friends!" Angelus nodded, answering her companion. Her glistening gold wings spread wide in a spectacular display, and with a flap, she was soaring in the air, towards Jazmon and the others.
Neptuna lingered behind, lost in thought as she lifted into the air. Why was the Minatour attacking Professor Swan? What trouble was the Venusian Vixen and the others into? Were her other friends, trapped in suspended animation, okay? And when would her breasts shrink to their normal size?
The Princess of the Depths suspended her thoughts, preparing for battle. Whatever was going on, there seemed to be a new conflict on the horizon.
Groaning, his volcanic breath burning Neptuna's ears, the beast of a man clutched his ears, cringing in agony. The seasoned Marine Maiden smiled. Opportunity was not just knocking...it was threatening to tear the door off of its hinges.
The ground rushed up towards them, a deserted highway that had replaced the heavily-populated college campus of earlier. With a snarl, Neptuna slowed her descent, letting her giant enemy plummet past. She then somersaulted gracefully in mid-air and flew after him, catching up to him and wrapping her copper arms around his gargauntuan midsection.
Her grip became steel as she gathered all of the remaining strength within her lithe frame, strength that had torn battleships ashunder in her young lifetime. She had only one shot at this.
"Burn, you son of Jonah!" she screamed, before unleashing millions of electric volts from within her body. The Creature of Myth bellowed an throaty animalistic howl as he was throughly electrocuted. For seconds, his massive frame went limp, giving his smaller opponent the chance to stand them on their heads.
The hot, blue concrete of the highway drew ever so near.
"Electric Eel Suplex!" Neptuna screeched before unleashing an even greater lethal torrent of electricity. The Minatour screamed...or at least it resembled a scream...as he plunged straight to the ground, head first.
A literal tidal wave of concrete erupted from the epicenter, sending spiderwebs in a two mile radius through the material. A blinding cloud of concrete shrapnel filled the air for a minute, before settling silently. With a sigh of relief, the Water Nymph set up from her German Suplex position, fruitlessly brushing the dirt from her glistening, sweat-drenched form.
"Thank you." she whispered, to no one in particular.
"Blessed Creator!" an over-cheery sugary voice reached her ears. "Are you alright, Princess?"
The shrapnel cloud finally settled, revealing a beautiful newcomer, with huge golden wings. Her volunptous, alabaster form was clad in a sheer golden croptop with silver trim, a matching loincloth that reached her upper thighs, glistening gold anklets and bracelets, a glowing gold chocker, and clear Enhancement Sandals with glowing gold platforms. Her long, white hair flowed over her slender shoulders, while her pouty golden lips held an innocent smile.
"I had it all under control, Angelus." Neptuna spat, enshrouding herself in bravado.
The Angelic Sensation's golden eyes blinked innocent as she laughed heartily. "But my Soul Scream helped just a little, right?"
Neptuna rose to her feet, brushing the dust from her huge breasts. "What are you doing here, sunshine?"
Angelus's dainty hand played absently with the pink halo that floated a few inches above her white tresses. Her happy demeanor turned solumn.
"I would have came from Lucifer sooner, because of Jazmon's galactic summons, but I had missionary work in another galaxy." she told her. "But when I returned to Earth...Jazmon...and the Khree Warrior Crystal Century...were crying out. My Celestial Sense could not ignore them."
"So...you don't know..." Neptuna trailed off, visually lost in thought.
"All I know is that Jazmon was assembling a new Union, and I was honored to be selected!" Angelus's cheery personality reasserted itself.
"A...new...Union?" Neptuna whispered the words. "By the Tides...how long have I been...?"
"A few weeks, Princess." Angelus reported sadly. "After your latest battle, you were all impregnated by the enemy. The Terran scientist named Swan worked dilegently to save you, but to prevent further damage to your bodies, you were placed in suspended animation. I'm sorry..."
"What the hell are you sorry for?" Neptuna growled, punching the air. "You had nothing to do with it."
"I know, but..." Angelus's golden eyes flowed to the side as she sighed sadly.
"I'm...I'm sorry, sunshine." Neptuna looked away, her fists balled at her sides. "I...have no right in taking it out on you. You're just...caring for me, as usual."
Angelus slowly closed the gap between them, rubbing Neptuna's shoulders gingerly. "My Celestial Sense, remember? I can...can feel the pain radiating from you. The anger. Its raw."
The Marine Maiden looked into her eyes and chuckled. "People of Lucifer and people of Venus must was close before disaster struck."
The Winged Wonder blinked. "Why?"
"Because you remind me of a certain muscle-bound gray-skinned chick." Neptuna grinned.
"By The Scriptures..." Angelus exclaimed. "Jazmon! We have to rescue our fellow Unionnaires!"
"Right!" Neptuna agreed. "I'll lug this overgrown bison back to-"
"I'll take care of that..." Angelus grinned, pointing towards the unconcious Minatour. As if taking on a life of its own, the pink halo flew above the giant form. Vibrating harshly, it suddenly emitted a cone shape of light, bathing the large beast, and causing it to vanish in a shower of sparkles.
"He is now in police custody." Angelus smiled triumphantly, as the pink halo, leaving a trail of pink hearts in its wake, settled at its place above her head.
"Are you sure they can handle him?" Neptuna raised a green eyebrow.
"We have to rescue our friends!" Angelus nodded, answering her companion. Her glistening gold wings spread wide in a spectacular display, and with a flap, she was soaring in the air, towards Jazmon and the others.
Neptuna lingered behind, lost in thought as she lifted into the air. Why was the Minatour attacking Professor Swan? What trouble was the Venusian Vixen and the others into? Were her other friends, trapped in suspended animation, okay? And when would her breasts shrink to their normal size?
The Princess of the Depths suspended her thoughts, preparing for battle. Whatever was going on, there seemed to be a new conflict on the horizon.
He did not know how long he had been unconcious, only that he was slowly submerging from a sea of black. However, as his vision slowly cleared, the lightning-powered fiend known as the Riffster found himself snapping back instinctively, as if burned by redhot iron. A gorgeous, blond Nordic goddess, her her heavely rainment consisting of a tight black leather bodysuit, harsh silver gauntlets, and daggerlike stiletto boots, sat nonchalantly on an fruit display, eating grapes.
Even though he commanded one of mankind's greatest elements, he had learned to keep his distance from this panther in woman's form. Her icy blue eyes froze him to the bone as she glared at him. These were the eyes Russian prisoners of war had stared into, before she sent them to death.
Her name came with a whisper of fear...the dreaded Senta Masoch!
"Your command of the grovel position is amirable, Riffster." she cooed in her heavily Russian-tinged English.
"Greetings, Senta Masoch." Riffster maintained his icy cool, rising and dusting himself off. "I see the big guy has sent you in. May I ask why?"
"Misoygny...you know I don't tolerate such insult." Senta Masoch half-whispered, half-growled. "And our QUEEN has 'sent me in' to reel YOU in. We're done here."
Riffster said nothing, turning his back on the deadly KGB agent and walking over to where Vamp lay, unconcious. The Shadowelf lay on her back, her small breasts rising and falling against her corset.
"Well, bringing a trophy back..." he trailed off, reaching for Vamp's Enhancement Sandals.
"How about bringing HER back?" Senta Masoch said from behind, startling him. He had not even heard her creep up behind him!
"Why?" Riffster gave her a crazed look, hiding his surprise. "Good guys don't make good teammates."
"She's an enemy of the Venusian Vixen..." Senta Masoch nodded slowly, trailing off.
"And? This bitch is crazy!" Riffster growled. "She stabbed me in my goddamn leg with daggers made out of shadows! You think for one second-"
His last words were rendered ether. An sliver of ice pressed against his throat. Senta Masoch had pulled out a dagger so fast that even his electric enhanced senses could not detect it.
"I don't like woman-haters." she sneered. "Watch your tongue...or I will wear it as a garter."
"I apologize...your Majesty." Riffster breathed. "The...lady...is psychotic."
Senta Masoch pulled the dagger away and rose to her feet. "We take her with us. She is a Sandalbearer. She would know all of their weaknesses. And Strengths."
She held out a silver, calculator-sized device and pressed a button. Before them, a silver disk opened, a portal to the Syndicate's secret headquarters. Without fanfare, the dangerous Swallow Agent walked into the portal, vanishing.
The Riffster knew better than to let their new captive awaken with her powers. He unbuckled her Enhancement Sandals, took them off, looped the straps together, and hung them from the belt of his costume. Then, slinging her flaccid form over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he walked through the disk.
As if phantoms in a horror tale, the nightmares of society disappeared into ether.
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The Khree Crusader known as Crystal Century would had died of embarassement if it was possible. The self-proclaimed Buffoon straddled her like a horse now, paddling away at her defenseless, mini-skirted bottom. Each swat sent a ripple of indescribable pleasure surging through her graceful physique, a wave of hot orgasmic fire that engulfed every nerve in her body. The world danced before her eyes as she skitted about on hands and knees, practically blind.
"Toro, Toro!!" The Prince of Pranks guffawed insanely, swatting his human steed harder. Crystal could do nothing but scream in estacsy, her mind seemingly trapped within a horny human vessel.
Then her radiant emerald eyes fell on a storefront window and her reflection.
Her body was still not hers, or she would have formed the words, "Great Entropy!"
The once proud Oran Khree Void Captain looked upon a debased creature that had become nothing more than an Earth villain's plaything. Her eyes became glistening green pools. She had to fight the super-aphrodiasiac. She had to defeat the Buffoon!
The Venusian Vixen, the once proud Champion of Venus, was depending on her. The Union was depending on her. The galaxy was depending on her.
Vamp was depending on her...Vamp...
She inverted herself mentally, searching for the most humiliating thought she could muster, something that surpassed the situation she was in at the moment. Her eyes then returned to the reflection, focusing on the clown-like man humiliating her.
She remember Vamp, softly caressing her legs, in their first encounter. Back then, she was a rookie Khree Policeman, and a newfound wielder of her Sandals, facing off against one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. Vamp was a Shadowelf who worshipped the Terror From Beyond The Stars...Ward.
She had tried to bring Ward's nilistic phlisophy to Ora. But Crystal had been ready...or so she thought. Vamp had beaten her easily. She was the last left of the assault forces gathered to face the elf, the shining star...and now they lay dead around her. Her remaining Icebreaker Pistol, pointed at Vamp's black heart, was easily pushed down by the Shadowelf as she leaned over to kiss her new enemy.
Crystal Century was in shock, her green eyes jade ovals, her hands trembling around the gun. Vamp's tongue slipped through Crystal's lips and she...and she...
Estacy transformed into rage...and Vamp had replaced the Buffoon as the rider on Crystal's back. Snarling, practically frothing at the mouth, the Subzero Spacefighter dropped bodily to the ground, whirled onto her back, and brandished her twin trademark pistols, twirling them like a Terran cowboy before aiming them directly at her tormentor.
Before the bizarre man could even respond, Crystal Century emptied her below zero payload, unleashing a barrage of white energy bullets that lifted the Buffoon clearly off his feet. As he hit the ground, sliding a few yards, his entire body was coated with ice, transforming him into a steaming ice statue.
Crystal gasped a sigh of relief, her bountiful brown breasts rising and falling rapidly as she regained her breath. She tried to move, but could not, still trapped in the throes of the super-aphrodiasiac. A few feet from her, the slumbering Jazmon fought a battle of her own, manifesting through her very limbs warring with each other.
"Crystal!" a shout reached the Spacefighter's ears. She turned her head, just in time to see the winged warrior Angelus and the marine fighter Neptuna float down and land before her.
"You guys..." she cooed, gasping erotically. Her grip on her Pistols stiffened as she fought the urge to massage between her legs.
"Suffering Shitfish..." Neptuna brushed a hand through her emerald braids. She had managed to regain her turqoiuse hot pants, although her overlarge breasts remained uncovered.
"By the Creator...you poor, poor soul..." Angelus knelt beside the shivering Crystal and caressed her face compassionately. Suddenly, her pink halo floated over the downed Khree Crusader.
"I can heal her, Princess." The Winged Wonder rose to her feet and gave Neptuna a warm smile.
"Deus Ex Machina...how I love thee..." Neptuna nodded, giving her a thumb's up sign.
"Excuse me?" Angelus's white eyebrow rose curiously.
"Get on with it, hugs n kisses." Neptuna snapped, stalking over to where Jazmon lay, fighting with herself.
"Angel Soul Revitalization!!" Angelus screamed, twirling around once and pointing at Crystal's prone form. A column of multi-colored sprinkles floated around her, causing her hair, loincloth, and wings to toss about by an unseen wind. The rainbow sprinkles gathered above her head like a spectrum-esque cloud, and suddenly funneled through the pink halo. Transforming into glowing pink hearts, the cloud engulfed Crystal Century.
Her body suddenly became still. A few seconds later, she was sitting up, blinking back tears.
"Thank you, Angelus!" she hugged the winged woman. "Thank you!"
"Don't thank me." Angelus grinned, her halo returning to its place over her head in a flash of pink hearts. "Thank the Galactic Creator. Praise be!"
The two new Unionnaires joined their Earth counterpart at the side of the unconcious Mental Mistress.
"Can you heal her?" Neptuna crossed her arms over her chest, her voice tinged with concern.
Angelus shook her head sadly. "Whatever is afflicting the Vixen From Venus...her ally is only the Galactic Creator now..."
Even though he commanded one of mankind's greatest elements, he had learned to keep his distance from this panther in woman's form. Her icy blue eyes froze him to the bone as she glared at him. These were the eyes Russian prisoners of war had stared into, before she sent them to death.
Her name came with a whisper of fear...the dreaded Senta Masoch!
"Your command of the grovel position is amirable, Riffster." she cooed in her heavily Russian-tinged English.
"Greetings, Senta Masoch." Riffster maintained his icy cool, rising and dusting himself off. "I see the big guy has sent you in. May I ask why?"
"Misoygny...you know I don't tolerate such insult." Senta Masoch half-whispered, half-growled. "And our QUEEN has 'sent me in' to reel YOU in. We're done here."
Riffster said nothing, turning his back on the deadly KGB agent and walking over to where Vamp lay, unconcious. The Shadowelf lay on her back, her small breasts rising and falling against her corset.
"Well, bringing a trophy back..." he trailed off, reaching for Vamp's Enhancement Sandals.
"How about bringing HER back?" Senta Masoch said from behind, startling him. He had not even heard her creep up behind him!
"Why?" Riffster gave her a crazed look, hiding his surprise. "Good guys don't make good teammates."
"She's an enemy of the Venusian Vixen..." Senta Masoch nodded slowly, trailing off.
"And? This bitch is crazy!" Riffster growled. "She stabbed me in my goddamn leg with daggers made out of shadows! You think for one second-"
His last words were rendered ether. An sliver of ice pressed against his throat. Senta Masoch had pulled out a dagger so fast that even his electric enhanced senses could not detect it.
"I don't like woman-haters." she sneered. "Watch your tongue...or I will wear it as a garter."
"I apologize...your Majesty." Riffster breathed. "The...lady...is psychotic."
Senta Masoch pulled the dagger away and rose to her feet. "We take her with us. She is a Sandalbearer. She would know all of their weaknesses. And Strengths."
She held out a silver, calculator-sized device and pressed a button. Before them, a silver disk opened, a portal to the Syndicate's secret headquarters. Without fanfare, the dangerous Swallow Agent walked into the portal, vanishing.
The Riffster knew better than to let their new captive awaken with her powers. He unbuckled her Enhancement Sandals, took them off, looped the straps together, and hung them from the belt of his costume. Then, slinging her flaccid form over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he walked through the disk.
As if phantoms in a horror tale, the nightmares of society disappeared into ether.
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The Khree Crusader known as Crystal Century would had died of embarassement if it was possible. The self-proclaimed Buffoon straddled her like a horse now, paddling away at her defenseless, mini-skirted bottom. Each swat sent a ripple of indescribable pleasure surging through her graceful physique, a wave of hot orgasmic fire that engulfed every nerve in her body. The world danced before her eyes as she skitted about on hands and knees, practically blind.
"Toro, Toro!!" The Prince of Pranks guffawed insanely, swatting his human steed harder. Crystal could do nothing but scream in estacsy, her mind seemingly trapped within a horny human vessel.
Then her radiant emerald eyes fell on a storefront window and her reflection.
Her body was still not hers, or she would have formed the words, "Great Entropy!"
The once proud Oran Khree Void Captain looked upon a debased creature that had become nothing more than an Earth villain's plaything. Her eyes became glistening green pools. She had to fight the super-aphrodiasiac. She had to defeat the Buffoon!
The Venusian Vixen, the once proud Champion of Venus, was depending on her. The Union was depending on her. The galaxy was depending on her.
Vamp was depending on her...Vamp...
She inverted herself mentally, searching for the most humiliating thought she could muster, something that surpassed the situation she was in at the moment. Her eyes then returned to the reflection, focusing on the clown-like man humiliating her.
She remember Vamp, softly caressing her legs, in their first encounter. Back then, she was a rookie Khree Policeman, and a newfound wielder of her Sandals, facing off against one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. Vamp was a Shadowelf who worshipped the Terror From Beyond The Stars...Ward.
She had tried to bring Ward's nilistic phlisophy to Ora. But Crystal had been ready...or so she thought. Vamp had beaten her easily. She was the last left of the assault forces gathered to face the elf, the shining star...and now they lay dead around her. Her remaining Icebreaker Pistol, pointed at Vamp's black heart, was easily pushed down by the Shadowelf as she leaned over to kiss her new enemy.
Crystal Century was in shock, her green eyes jade ovals, her hands trembling around the gun. Vamp's tongue slipped through Crystal's lips and she...and she...
Estacy transformed into rage...and Vamp had replaced the Buffoon as the rider on Crystal's back. Snarling, practically frothing at the mouth, the Subzero Spacefighter dropped bodily to the ground, whirled onto her back, and brandished her twin trademark pistols, twirling them like a Terran cowboy before aiming them directly at her tormentor.
Before the bizarre man could even respond, Crystal Century emptied her below zero payload, unleashing a barrage of white energy bullets that lifted the Buffoon clearly off his feet. As he hit the ground, sliding a few yards, his entire body was coated with ice, transforming him into a steaming ice statue.
Crystal gasped a sigh of relief, her bountiful brown breasts rising and falling rapidly as she regained her breath. She tried to move, but could not, still trapped in the throes of the super-aphrodiasiac. A few feet from her, the slumbering Jazmon fought a battle of her own, manifesting through her very limbs warring with each other.
"Crystal!" a shout reached the Spacefighter's ears. She turned her head, just in time to see the winged warrior Angelus and the marine fighter Neptuna float down and land before her.
"You guys..." she cooed, gasping erotically. Her grip on her Pistols stiffened as she fought the urge to massage between her legs.
"Suffering Shitfish..." Neptuna brushed a hand through her emerald braids. She had managed to regain her turqoiuse hot pants, although her overlarge breasts remained uncovered.
"By the Creator...you poor, poor soul..." Angelus knelt beside the shivering Crystal and caressed her face compassionately. Suddenly, her pink halo floated over the downed Khree Crusader.
"I can heal her, Princess." The Winged Wonder rose to her feet and gave Neptuna a warm smile.
"Deus Ex Machina...how I love thee..." Neptuna nodded, giving her a thumb's up sign.
"Excuse me?" Angelus's white eyebrow rose curiously.
"Get on with it, hugs n kisses." Neptuna snapped, stalking over to where Jazmon lay, fighting with herself.
"Angel Soul Revitalization!!" Angelus screamed, twirling around once and pointing at Crystal's prone form. A column of multi-colored sprinkles floated around her, causing her hair, loincloth, and wings to toss about by an unseen wind. The rainbow sprinkles gathered above her head like a spectrum-esque cloud, and suddenly funneled through the pink halo. Transforming into glowing pink hearts, the cloud engulfed Crystal Century.
Her body suddenly became still. A few seconds later, she was sitting up, blinking back tears.
"Thank you, Angelus!" she hugged the winged woman. "Thank you!"
"Don't thank me." Angelus grinned, her halo returning to its place over her head in a flash of pink hearts. "Thank the Galactic Creator. Praise be!"
The two new Unionnaires joined their Earth counterpart at the side of the unconcious Mental Mistress.
"Can you heal her?" Neptuna crossed her arms over her chest, her voice tinged with concern.
Angelus shook her head sadly. "Whatever is afflicting the Vixen From Venus...her ally is only the Galactic Creator now..."
The Mental Mistress was in a pool of black, on her hands and knees, head bowed, shimmering silver tresses teasing the dark water. She had been snatched into the astral plane without her permission, and trapped there against her will. Steely gray muscles tensed, statuesque body coiled in anticipation. Her puppeteer would reveal himself in mere moments; she wanted to overwhelm him with as much psychic sorcery as she could possibly command.
And then...the water began to transform, resembling a form like smooth, liquid metal. It morphed into a crowd of gray-skinned people.
Venusians.
The surroundings had appeared as well, a ravaged futuristic landscape, not far from the imagination of Earth's early science fiction writers. Jazmon's silver eyes peeked through her unkempt ivory mane, staring into the frenzied eyes and shouting mouths of the mob, impossibly silent.
And then the sounds came, turned up to the maximum volume. The mob was crying for help, crying for peace, crying for revenge. Ward. The four letter word was hurled at her with audible spears of venom, causing her to clamp her hands over her ears. But the sound was still there, the accusations of weaknesses, the blames for their deaths.
"There have been many mountains and valleys in your long life...hasn't it, Vixen From Venus?" an eloquent female voice surrounded Jazmon, drowning out the noise of the beserker Venusians.
Jazmon looked up again...only to find herself staring into the cold, dark eyes of her worst enemy, the devilishly handsome elf and world destroyer, Ward!
"By The Supreme Lord...you are not real..." the Gray One resisted a sob, closing her eyes and chanting her ad hoc mantra continously. However, she felt his hands grasped her shoulders roughly. Her eyes snapped open. Now naked, he was drawing her to him.
"You are not real!!!" Jazmon screamed, on the verge of hysteria. "I escaped you!! You are not real!!"
But he drew her closer. The Venusian Vixen glanced down, a gasp escaping her silver lips. She was naked as well!
"Stop it! Please!" she cried, as Ward brought her ever so closer.
"You never escaped, Jazmon of Venus." the voice bellowed again. "Yes, physically, in reality...your body escaped him. But your mind...your beautiful, beautiful mind...will never escape. And that's what counts, right? Without the mind...the body is just a flesh shell, a lump of life..."
"Great Tor, face me!!" Jazmon screeched, her hands pressed harshly against Ward's face as she hysterically tried to escape his clutches. However, the Darkelf suddenly transformed again, into a thick, golden geletin-esque mass. Surprised, the Cerebral Champion fell to a sitting position, her large breasts bouncing from impact.
Suddenly, the golden jelly froze around her, trapping her in her position!
Then, she heard steps...sharp, dainty, steps of high heels. Approaching her was a woman, although she was not of the Earth. She was muscular, a true match if not a mirror duplicate of the Venusian Vixen herself. Her skin was red, however, while her ankle-length lovely locks were as green as any Earth leaf. She wore only a skimpy purple string bikini, a white, gossamer-esque cape, and a small glistening purple crown on her pretty forehead.
What drew the attention of the Last Venusian, however, was her feet...transparent Enhancement Platform Sandals, exactly the same design as the Vixens'! From Jazmon's limited understanding of the Rave, their creators, no two pairs were alike.
So how did this...being...obtain a duplicate of Jazmon's own Sandals?
The woman stopped directly before the trapped Venusian, standing on the strange surface as if it was made of concrete. "They are not 'Enhancement' Sandals, darling...but 'Enslavement' Sandals."
" 'Enslavement' Sandals?" Jazmon repeated in astonishment. "But..."
"I can see you have a million questions, little one." the red-skinned beauty leaned down, caressing Jazmon's chin as a mother would to a curious child. "But...that is part of the game."
"This is no game!" the Vixen snarled, struggling to break free.
The crimson-hued female rose up, an arrogant smirk on her face. "My statements are usually law, Planetary Protector. I command wherever I step. Such the demeanor of a ruler..."
"A ruler?" Jazmon spat the word. "You delusional deviant!"
"Careful." the woman wagged a chiding finger. "You should not say such things. You have quite the reputation to maintain or...ahem, regain as Venus's Protector...I mean, former Protector..."
The mention of Venus drew a stark revelation to the forefront of Jazmon's thoughts.
"I...I thought...I was the last Venusian..." she whispered, inspecting the woman before her. It made perfect sense. Only another Venusian, empowered by the Rave's magical devices, could use her enhanced mental ablities to trap her in such a limbo!
The red-skinned woman's glowing silver eyes widened as she glared at the Mental Mistress, as if shocked that she guessed the truth. Then, a chuckle escaped her own silver lips. Soon, she had thrown her head back and laughed a hearty while, her giggles echoing in the dark void.
"And...you STILL ARE..." she guffawed, slapping her knee in continous chuckling.
"Then...who are you?!" The Vixen asked incrediously.
The woman drew herself to her full height, heels and all. "I am the Martian Monarch, the complete and utter ruler of the Crimson Planet."
"Great Tor, that's impossible!!" Jazmon squealed. "Barsoom has been deserted for centuries! I know...my people and I assisted in the mass exodus to the Andromeda Galaxy!"
"Lies, you gray worm!" The Martian Monarch snapped. "My people are alive and well on Barsoom. There was never a mass exodus-"
"There was!!" The Vixen cried. "I nearly lost an arm in the conflict with the Planet Pirates-"
But there was something about her new adversary's conviction that struck her. Her vast mental powers, somehow in stasis, was detecting truth in the woman's words. But they were also discovering something else.
"You...you are from...another universe?" The Mental Mistress could not believe her own words.
"One that vibrates...on a different frequency than yours." the Monarch turned her back with a flick of her cape. "Your Barsoom is a dead world here, while my Mars is a dying world. But your Earth..."
"You leave Earth alone!" Jazmon growled, every steely gray muscle accented as she fought against her strange bondage.
"For Dejah's Sake!" The Martian Monarch whirled around with astonishing speed, kneeling down and grabbing the Vixen's defenseless throat with a single hand and tightening her grip.
"My servants will have a world where they can expand, Venusian creature." she snarled. "I have the resources and the power to see to that. Armies of perverted creatures at my command. Legions of fanatic worshippers at my beck and call. And yes...thirteen of the worst supervillains I could find...most assembled from remote galaxies...my Doom Legion...my Society of Monsters..."
"I...will...not...fail..." Jazmon gasped. "I...will...assemble...the greatest...guardians of good...ever...to fight...you....to protect...the Earth..."
The Martian Monarch only grinned. "Checkmate, Vixen of Venus."
Before Jazmon could react, she was engulfed in fire. However, as she screamed, her voice was silent. She could do nothing as the fire surged through every fiber of her astral being.
And then...the water began to transform, resembling a form like smooth, liquid metal. It morphed into a crowd of gray-skinned people.
Venusians.
The surroundings had appeared as well, a ravaged futuristic landscape, not far from the imagination of Earth's early science fiction writers. Jazmon's silver eyes peeked through her unkempt ivory mane, staring into the frenzied eyes and shouting mouths of the mob, impossibly silent.
And then the sounds came, turned up to the maximum volume. The mob was crying for help, crying for peace, crying for revenge. Ward. The four letter word was hurled at her with audible spears of venom, causing her to clamp her hands over her ears. But the sound was still there, the accusations of weaknesses, the blames for their deaths.
"There have been many mountains and valleys in your long life...hasn't it, Vixen From Venus?" an eloquent female voice surrounded Jazmon, drowning out the noise of the beserker Venusians.
Jazmon looked up again...only to find herself staring into the cold, dark eyes of her worst enemy, the devilishly handsome elf and world destroyer, Ward!
"By The Supreme Lord...you are not real..." the Gray One resisted a sob, closing her eyes and chanting her ad hoc mantra continously. However, she felt his hands grasped her shoulders roughly. Her eyes snapped open. Now naked, he was drawing her to him.
"You are not real!!!" Jazmon screamed, on the verge of hysteria. "I escaped you!! You are not real!!"
But he drew her closer. The Venusian Vixen glanced down, a gasp escaping her silver lips. She was naked as well!
"Stop it! Please!" she cried, as Ward brought her ever so closer.
"You never escaped, Jazmon of Venus." the voice bellowed again. "Yes, physically, in reality...your body escaped him. But your mind...your beautiful, beautiful mind...will never escape. And that's what counts, right? Without the mind...the body is just a flesh shell, a lump of life..."
"Great Tor, face me!!" Jazmon screeched, her hands pressed harshly against Ward's face as she hysterically tried to escape his clutches. However, the Darkelf suddenly transformed again, into a thick, golden geletin-esque mass. Surprised, the Cerebral Champion fell to a sitting position, her large breasts bouncing from impact.
Suddenly, the golden jelly froze around her, trapping her in her position!
Then, she heard steps...sharp, dainty, steps of high heels. Approaching her was a woman, although she was not of the Earth. She was muscular, a true match if not a mirror duplicate of the Venusian Vixen herself. Her skin was red, however, while her ankle-length lovely locks were as green as any Earth leaf. She wore only a skimpy purple string bikini, a white, gossamer-esque cape, and a small glistening purple crown on her pretty forehead.
What drew the attention of the Last Venusian, however, was her feet...transparent Enhancement Platform Sandals, exactly the same design as the Vixens'! From Jazmon's limited understanding of the Rave, their creators, no two pairs were alike.
So how did this...being...obtain a duplicate of Jazmon's own Sandals?
The woman stopped directly before the trapped Venusian, standing on the strange surface as if it was made of concrete. "They are not 'Enhancement' Sandals, darling...but 'Enslavement' Sandals."
" 'Enslavement' Sandals?" Jazmon repeated in astonishment. "But..."
"I can see you have a million questions, little one." the red-skinned beauty leaned down, caressing Jazmon's chin as a mother would to a curious child. "But...that is part of the game."
"This is no game!" the Vixen snarled, struggling to break free.
The crimson-hued female rose up, an arrogant smirk on her face. "My statements are usually law, Planetary Protector. I command wherever I step. Such the demeanor of a ruler..."
"A ruler?" Jazmon spat the word. "You delusional deviant!"
"Careful." the woman wagged a chiding finger. "You should not say such things. You have quite the reputation to maintain or...ahem, regain as Venus's Protector...I mean, former Protector..."
The mention of Venus drew a stark revelation to the forefront of Jazmon's thoughts.
"I...I thought...I was the last Venusian..." she whispered, inspecting the woman before her. It made perfect sense. Only another Venusian, empowered by the Rave's magical devices, could use her enhanced mental ablities to trap her in such a limbo!
The red-skinned woman's glowing silver eyes widened as she glared at the Mental Mistress, as if shocked that she guessed the truth. Then, a chuckle escaped her own silver lips. Soon, she had thrown her head back and laughed a hearty while, her giggles echoing in the dark void.
"And...you STILL ARE..." she guffawed, slapping her knee in continous chuckling.
"Then...who are you?!" The Vixen asked incrediously.
The woman drew herself to her full height, heels and all. "I am the Martian Monarch, the complete and utter ruler of the Crimson Planet."
"Great Tor, that's impossible!!" Jazmon squealed. "Barsoom has been deserted for centuries! I know...my people and I assisted in the mass exodus to the Andromeda Galaxy!"
"Lies, you gray worm!" The Martian Monarch snapped. "My people are alive and well on Barsoom. There was never a mass exodus-"
"There was!!" The Vixen cried. "I nearly lost an arm in the conflict with the Planet Pirates-"
But there was something about her new adversary's conviction that struck her. Her vast mental powers, somehow in stasis, was detecting truth in the woman's words. But they were also discovering something else.
"You...you are from...another universe?" The Mental Mistress could not believe her own words.
"One that vibrates...on a different frequency than yours." the Monarch turned her back with a flick of her cape. "Your Barsoom is a dead world here, while my Mars is a dying world. But your Earth..."
"You leave Earth alone!" Jazmon growled, every steely gray muscle accented as she fought against her strange bondage.
"For Dejah's Sake!" The Martian Monarch whirled around with astonishing speed, kneeling down and grabbing the Vixen's defenseless throat with a single hand and tightening her grip.
"My servants will have a world where they can expand, Venusian creature." she snarled. "I have the resources and the power to see to that. Armies of perverted creatures at my command. Legions of fanatic worshippers at my beck and call. And yes...thirteen of the worst supervillains I could find...most assembled from remote galaxies...my Doom Legion...my Society of Monsters..."
"I...will...not...fail..." Jazmon gasped. "I...will...assemble...the greatest...guardians of good...ever...to fight...you....to protect...the Earth..."
The Martian Monarch only grinned. "Checkmate, Vixen of Venus."
Before Jazmon could react, she was engulfed in fire. However, as she screamed, her voice was silent. She could do nothing as the fire surged through every fiber of her astral being.
"I'm telling you, Tyler Durden was the greatest mastermind ever!"
" 'Project Mayhem'? Please! Keyzer Soze didn't have to be halfway nuts to outsmart the world."
A groan escaped silver lips as Venusian eyes slowly opened. Jazmon slowly rose to sitting position, frantically searching her surroundings. She calmed down when she realized that she was in Professor Swan's lab, sitting on two of the long wooden tables placed together.
"Great Tor, what happened here?!" she exclaimed, marvelling at the wanton destruction.
Professor Swan uncrossed her arms, breaking her stare at Neptuna and grinning at the Mental Mistress. "It was like being in an episode of 'Hercules: The Legendary Journeys'! But, alas, no hunky Kevin Sorbo...Fishgirl had to do-"
" 'Fishgirl'?!" Neptuna growled, floating over to face the professor. "Do you know how racist that is?"
"Racism beneath the waves?" Swan chuckled in mock astonishment. "Really?"
The Marine Maiden balled a fist and held it to Swan's face. "You like living dangerously, don't you?"
"Please, you won't kill the one woman who can take your breasts down to normal..." Swan rolled her eyes.
The Grey One blinked her eyes rapidly at her Atlantean teammate. "You...you're healed?!"
"Give the alien a prize." Neptuna smacked her forehead exsaperately. "Duh...well, obviously, not completely..."
She nodded at her huge naked bosom.
"Jazmon." Professor Swan grasped the larger woman's face and stared solumnly in her eyes. "You have someone else on your side. What do you guys see in Soze? Is it Kevin Spacey?"
"Lady Jazmon!" a bubbly voice filled the room as Angelus entered, followed by Crystal Century. The Winged Warrior instantly threw an embrace around her gray-skinned friend, hugging her hard.
"You came!" Jazmon squealed, smiling weakly. "I know you have missionary work-"
"I came as soon as I could, old friend." Angelus nodded solumnly, her ivory tresses bouncing. "It seems that your ranks were sorely depleted..."
All eyes went to the tanks, where the remaining five original Union members floated in stasis. The Venusian Vixen suddenly found herself remembering the horrifying encounter with her new enemy...The Martian Monarch.
"Crystal. Angelus. Neptuna. Vamp...where is Vamp?"
All eyes fell to the floor, with the exception of Professor Swan, who shooked her head and wagged an accusing finger.
"Okay...which one of you executed that tramp behind Jazmon's back?" she asked, half-jokingly.
"She had vanished, along with the rest of the vandals, Vixen." Crystal reported. "For all we know, she has thrown her lot in with them-"
"I know she has cruelly wronged you in the past, my friend." Jazmon laid a comforting hand on Crystal's arm. "But...she would not betray me. Not now. Not after our deal..."
"Deal?" Neptuna looked from one face to the other. "What deal?"
"Yes, my Lady....what are you saying?" Angelus gave her a curious look.
The Vixen looked away, ashamed. Patting her shoulder, Crystal looked at the others.
"Vilnus 5." she said. "Jazmon promised her a galaxy far, far away, for her help."
"Jazzy...how could you?!" Neptuna growled.
"I was desperate!" the Vixen exclaimed. "And now...I have good reason to be!"
"There is no depth of despair that should make you run into the clutches of the devil!" Neptuna yelled. "Please tell us, great leader. Tell us the reason for teaming up with our worst enemy and selling out an entire galaxy of souls!?"
"The Martian Monarch." The Cerebral Crusader answered softly.
"The Martian what?" the others asked in unison.
"Riffster. Buffoon. They were working as a team. Two alpha personalities that would have never worked together otherwise. I met their leader on the astral plane...a beast of a woman if I've ever witnessed one."
"And Minatour." Professor Swan spoke up. "Don't forget him!"
"Our new enemy is using all three as part of a team, a legion of our greatest supervillains." Jazmon said in a horrified tone. "They knew when to hit us, at our lowest ebb, when Lotus and the others are out of commission..."
"I guess I did not show much promise as a Unionnaire..." Crystal Century bowed her head in shame.
"The way that criminal clown was frozen, girl?" Neptuna smiled. "You're an A+ Union babe in my book!"
"Look, my friends." Jazmon gave everyone the lookover. "Call me despicable. Call me a monster. But I planned to, as they say on Earth, 'cross that bridge when I approached it'. I am a Guardian of Good, a Unionnaire, a Champion of Justice. I never abandoned the people of that galaxy for a second. And I can't abandoned my adopted world here. An assemblage of our greatest enemies have come to take it from us. I need you all...to stand with me in this dark hour, to lend me your strength and skill, to defeat them and send their leader back to her dimension."
She was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "Please."
Angelus, Crystal Century, Neptuna, and Professor Swan exchanged glances before glancing at the tank, where the other five Unionnaires continued to be healed.
"I say John Doe." Angelus suddenly grinned wickedly, breaking the tension-filled silence.
"'John Doe'?" Professor Swan gave her a bizarre look.
" You were talking about cinematic masterminds, right?" Angelus crossed her hands behind her back and leaned forward, giggling. "From the film called 'Seven'."
"Hey, since when does an angel watch something so gory?!" Neptuna pointed an accusing finger at the Winged Beauty.
"Tyler Durden didn't need to be so bloody to get his point across!" Professor Swan laughed.
"I was always partial to Pinky...from 'Bitchslap'" Crystal Century licked her lips seductively. "Something about a lesbian criminal mastermind with an awesome katana-"
"Should have known the word 'lesbian' had something to do with it!" Neptuna growled playfully.
As the conversation deteroriated into a argumentative free-for-all, Jazmon could do nothing but smile, knowing that everything was all right for now. Her ad hoc team was with her, abet for now, and the others were slowly healing. She could still feel the Monarch's mental tendrils in her thoughts, a stink that would not go away anytime soon.
But she would defeat the Martian Monarch the next time they clashed.
She had not escaped from Ward to cower in fear forever.
THE END
" 'Project Mayhem'? Please! Keyzer Soze didn't have to be halfway nuts to outsmart the world."
A groan escaped silver lips as Venusian eyes slowly opened. Jazmon slowly rose to sitting position, frantically searching her surroundings. She calmed down when she realized that she was in Professor Swan's lab, sitting on two of the long wooden tables placed together.
"Great Tor, what happened here?!" she exclaimed, marvelling at the wanton destruction.
Professor Swan uncrossed her arms, breaking her stare at Neptuna and grinning at the Mental Mistress. "It was like being in an episode of 'Hercules: The Legendary Journeys'! But, alas, no hunky Kevin Sorbo...Fishgirl had to do-"
" 'Fishgirl'?!" Neptuna growled, floating over to face the professor. "Do you know how racist that is?"
"Racism beneath the waves?" Swan chuckled in mock astonishment. "Really?"
The Marine Maiden balled a fist and held it to Swan's face. "You like living dangerously, don't you?"
"Please, you won't kill the one woman who can take your breasts down to normal..." Swan rolled her eyes.
The Grey One blinked her eyes rapidly at her Atlantean teammate. "You...you're healed?!"
"Give the alien a prize." Neptuna smacked her forehead exsaperately. "Duh...well, obviously, not completely..."
She nodded at her huge naked bosom.
"Jazmon." Professor Swan grasped the larger woman's face and stared solumnly in her eyes. "You have someone else on your side. What do you guys see in Soze? Is it Kevin Spacey?"
"Lady Jazmon!" a bubbly voice filled the room as Angelus entered, followed by Crystal Century. The Winged Warrior instantly threw an embrace around her gray-skinned friend, hugging her hard.
"You came!" Jazmon squealed, smiling weakly. "I know you have missionary work-"
"I came as soon as I could, old friend." Angelus nodded solumnly, her ivory tresses bouncing. "It seems that your ranks were sorely depleted..."
All eyes went to the tanks, where the remaining five original Union members floated in stasis. The Venusian Vixen suddenly found herself remembering the horrifying encounter with her new enemy...The Martian Monarch.
"Crystal. Angelus. Neptuna. Vamp...where is Vamp?"
All eyes fell to the floor, with the exception of Professor Swan, who shooked her head and wagged an accusing finger.
"Okay...which one of you executed that tramp behind Jazmon's back?" she asked, half-jokingly.
"She had vanished, along with the rest of the vandals, Vixen." Crystal reported. "For all we know, she has thrown her lot in with them-"
"I know she has cruelly wronged you in the past, my friend." Jazmon laid a comforting hand on Crystal's arm. "But...she would not betray me. Not now. Not after our deal..."
"Deal?" Neptuna looked from one face to the other. "What deal?"
"Yes, my Lady....what are you saying?" Angelus gave her a curious look.
The Vixen looked away, ashamed. Patting her shoulder, Crystal looked at the others.
"Vilnus 5." she said. "Jazmon promised her a galaxy far, far away, for her help."
"Jazzy...how could you?!" Neptuna growled.
"I was desperate!" the Vixen exclaimed. "And now...I have good reason to be!"
"There is no depth of despair that should make you run into the clutches of the devil!" Neptuna yelled. "Please tell us, great leader. Tell us the reason for teaming up with our worst enemy and selling out an entire galaxy of souls!?"
"The Martian Monarch." The Cerebral Crusader answered softly.
"The Martian what?" the others asked in unison.
"Riffster. Buffoon. They were working as a team. Two alpha personalities that would have never worked together otherwise. I met their leader on the astral plane...a beast of a woman if I've ever witnessed one."
"And Minatour." Professor Swan spoke up. "Don't forget him!"
"Our new enemy is using all three as part of a team, a legion of our greatest supervillains." Jazmon said in a horrified tone. "They knew when to hit us, at our lowest ebb, when Lotus and the others are out of commission..."
"I guess I did not show much promise as a Unionnaire..." Crystal Century bowed her head in shame.
"The way that criminal clown was frozen, girl?" Neptuna smiled. "You're an A+ Union babe in my book!"
"Look, my friends." Jazmon gave everyone the lookover. "Call me despicable. Call me a monster. But I planned to, as they say on Earth, 'cross that bridge when I approached it'. I am a Guardian of Good, a Unionnaire, a Champion of Justice. I never abandoned the people of that galaxy for a second. And I can't abandoned my adopted world here. An assemblage of our greatest enemies have come to take it from us. I need you all...to stand with me in this dark hour, to lend me your strength and skill, to defeat them and send their leader back to her dimension."
She was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "Please."
Angelus, Crystal Century, Neptuna, and Professor Swan exchanged glances before glancing at the tank, where the other five Unionnaires continued to be healed.
"I say John Doe." Angelus suddenly grinned wickedly, breaking the tension-filled silence.
"'John Doe'?" Professor Swan gave her a bizarre look.
" You were talking about cinematic masterminds, right?" Angelus crossed her hands behind her back and leaned forward, giggling. "From the film called 'Seven'."
"Hey, since when does an angel watch something so gory?!" Neptuna pointed an accusing finger at the Winged Beauty.
"Tyler Durden didn't need to be so bloody to get his point across!" Professor Swan laughed.
"I was always partial to Pinky...from 'Bitchslap'" Crystal Century licked her lips seductively. "Something about a lesbian criminal mastermind with an awesome katana-"
"Should have known the word 'lesbian' had something to do with it!" Neptuna growled playfully.
As the conversation deteroriated into a argumentative free-for-all, Jazmon could do nothing but smile, knowing that everything was all right for now. Her ad hoc team was with her, abet for now, and the others were slowly healing. She could still feel the Monarch's mental tendrils in her thoughts, a stink that would not go away anytime soon.
But she would defeat the Martian Monarch the next time they clashed.
She had not escaped from Ward to cower in fear forever.
THE END