"You look marvelous!" Selina Kyle says to the stunning blonde standing before the mirror. Sharon Best, Scribe from Velor, also known as Power Woman, is dressed in purple silk pantaloons and slippers and diaphanous white scarves. She looks like the cross between a houri and a sultan's wife. The trousers are loose and billowy and the scarves do little to hide her pert and large breasts. "Let's try another scarf," Selina suggests, wrapping another see-through scarf around the blonde's head.
Selina and Sharon have spent almost all afternoon in bed, giving each other orgasm after orgasm until they finally have to quit to *recharge their batteries*. Selina has fruit, cheese, other munchies and wine sent up to her suite on the top floor of her brothel so the two can eat and continue to play. Having had some cheese and other goodies, the two are now playing dress-up - or rather, Selina is dressing the blonde super woman (who enjoys the attention).
"Still needs something!" the madam says to the Scribe. "I KNOW!" Selina shouts, laughing. "You're not just a slave, my dear, you're the slave of a mistress who wants to flaunt her wealth!" As Sharon continues to twist and turn to see other sides of her body in the mirror, Selina rushes into her closet for a moment. When she returns, she reaches around the blonde's neck to hook the ends of HUGE golden necklace just below the woman's chin. The garish jewelry has 30 bands, each an eighth of an inch wide and half as thick.
When the necklace hits the bare skin above Sharon's breasts, she gasps and her hands go toward the necklace. She tries to pull the bands off her skin and suddenly blue-white sparks leap between her fingers, her upper chest, and the golden bands. Sharon shrieks in pain and sags to her knees as the light show on her chest continues. Selina backs away from the blonde, eyes wide open as they take in the spectacle.
"Wh-what's happening?" Selina asks her companion. "Can I do anything?"
"G-gold . . . must get . . . it off!" Sharon gasps as the gold leaches her body of its super energies. In moments the woman is slumped down, butt on her heels, arms weakly trying to remove the hated gold. She moans softly and finally pulls her hands away from the necklace as the arcs of fire continue to leap from the gold to her super body. "Oh, gods, it burns!" she cries weakly, then collapses on her belly. "T-too . . . too weak!" Her body convulses as the gold continues to drain her body.
Selina continues to stand beside the blonde, continues to watch the barely-conscious woman writhe and moan on the floor. A cold glint comes to Kyle's eyes and a wicked smile crosses her face as the tall brown-haired woman turns and goes back into her closet. A few moments later, Kyle returns to the bedroom and the severely-weakened super woman lying on the floor. Selina kneels beside Sharon and pulls the woman's hands behind her back. When the two hands are together like a pair of spoons, Selina wraps a narrow golden chain around the blonde's wrists, tightly binding them together. Selina takes a second chain and uses it to bind Sharon's ankles together. Sharon moans and begs Selina to stop as each new item of gold burns her super skin.
As Selina puts the gold on the stricken woman, fire arcs between the woman's body and the gold, sometimes singeing her fingers. When both chains have been secured, Selina carefully unclasps the necklace and tries to pull it from under the now-unconscious blonde. As the large golden necklace (stolen from a museum's collection of African artifacts) slides from under the blonde, her upper body bounces on the floor as electric-like surges of energy leap from the necklace to her body. The carpet briefly flashes alight as flames spread to it but before Kyle can worry about the fire, Sharon's body smothers the fire.
While the blonde lies on the floor, Selina rises and returns to her closet. "Now for some real fun!" she says to herself as she discards the tight red leather bustier she had put on just minutes ago. "I don't know who she is, but the more I see of her and her so-called sister, the more intrigued I am!"
* * * * *
"Come on, ladies, get to your feet, time to go!" The man barking the orders is dressed as a petty bureaucrat in the Nazi government here in New Danzig. He looks like a petty bureaucrat - one of many faceless men (and women) enforcing the Reich's policies toward lands conquered in the last war.
But Joachim Kerber, as he is known to his comrades, is neither petty nor human. He's an Arion Beta, part of the invasion force that helped the Nazis and their allies win World War II. Now his job is to supply attractive human women to the Arion base on the moon, so the Arions (especially the Primes) can partially satisfy their beast-like sexual urges. The women usually are torn apart the first time they have sex with a Prime so there is a steady demand. Kerber - or Ken-ber as he is known among the Fleet, takes pride in his ability to supply a dozen American women each week. Tonight he sends another dozen helpless and weak human females up to the Arions' moon base.
Or so he thinks.
The dozen women slowly move out of the cells they've been in since early this morning. Almost all of the women were working in cathouses in the city and Kerber recruited them, offering them more pay than they'd ever dreamed for a year "overseas" or "in the homeland", working as whores. Now the women were not so sure of what he told them. Why would he keep them in jail cells for several hours if they were just going to Germany?
When the women move into the hallway, any who seem to move too slow are given a taste of an Arion *control rod* - essentially an electronic cattle prod. After a few squeals and cries, the women are assembled in two lines in the basement of the New Danzig (formerly New York) Staadthall or city hall. Any who protest such treatment get more of the same.
"We will take you to the airport, now," Kerber tells the women. "Move up the steps and get on the truck, and make no noise, if you know what's good for you!"
"What about our luggage, our clothes?" one woman pleads.
"All those will be sent to the airport later," he lies. "Do not worry about such things. Now you just must get up the stairs and on the truck. And do not attempt to flee or draw attention to yourselves. Just get on the truck. Klar?"
Slowly the dozen lovelies - blondes, brunettes, Africans, an Asian and a curvaceous redhead slowly climb the stairs. Most are casually dressed and even long hours in the cell can't hide their sexual attractiveness. As they move outside, more than a few male heads turn to view the troop of lovely women boarding the Army truck.
Near the back of the group, the redhead looks around, seems to stare at each of the men around her. There's a slight smile on her face as she boards the truck. When the two soldiers enter the truck and pull down the back flap, she looks to the front of the truck and then at the two soldiers. Her grin persists as the disguised Velorian Protector, Suprema, says to herself, "just the one fat old Beta up front, and three humans. I'll have no trouble getting away from these people once I learn where they're going to take us."
* * * * *
"Are you back with us, little one?" Selina purrs. She's dressed in her shiny black PVC catsuit, thigh-high boots with stiletto heels, and elbow-length leather gloves. With her, now wearing just the purple pantaloons, is Sharon Best, Velorian Scribe. Sharon's wrists and ankles are bound together by solid gold chains. Each nipple is pinched by a steel clip and a golden chain runs between the nipple clips. Finally, a gold chain, consisting of very large rings interwoven together, hangs around her waist just above her hips. All are booty taken in various robberies committed by Selina when she was a cat burglar. Sharon's elbows are also bound - by normal chains that connect to a hook in the ceiling. The women are in the basement of the three-story brownstone that Kyle uses as her brothel.
"Mmnn, wh-what . . . where?" Sharon moans after regaining consciousness, "mmnnh, p-pain . . . so weak!"
"And that is very interesting, little one," Selina says, moving closer to the bound blonde. "I've never seen anyone so . . . allergic to gold - is allergic the right word?" Kyle moves around behind the blonde and runs a gloved hand across the woman's rump, caressing the cheek.
"You know, I was getting a drink of water very early this morning when, looking out the window, I saw you and your *sister* return," Selina says. "Now, normally this wouldn't cause me to do more than raise an eyebrow about my two guests out cattin' around at all hours except you were both wearing fantastic outfits at the time and, well, the window I looked out is on the third floor. I saw you two FLOATING toward the ground. Flying! This made me want to know you two more but when Katie left us to go with that fat Kraut Kerber, I decided this was the chance to get to know you a bit more. I know you have a VERY hard body, very athletic, not wasted and starved like someone who claims she's on the run from the Nazis. And now I've seen you fly, and fire burning right against your skin but leaving no marks. You seem to be hiding some kind of super powers, little one. You and your so-called sister both, I imagine.
"Now, I'm basically what we in the business call a dominatrix, little one," Kyle explains. "I like to dominate people - men, women, whatever. The more powerful the person I dominate, the more powerful I feel. When I get to bind and spank powerful Nazi officers, I feel like I'm more powerful than they are." As she walks around the bound blonde, Selina caresses a body part or pulls on one of the chains, causing Sharon to moan or gasp in pleasure or pain.
"At first I was shocked to see you writhing on the floor, sparks leaping between your chest and the chain. Then I noticed that the sparks left no marks on your body. Didn't burn you at all! After you passed out, I dragged a sharp knife across your belly and nothing happened. I even stabbed you but the knife broke!
"Imagine my joy! I now have *captured* a woman who can fly and is invulnerable to pain, but who is also for some reason very vulnerable to gold," Kyle says, moving to stand in front of Sharon. The chains around her elbows force her upper body to lean forward slightly and the steady draining effect of the gold chains has weakened the woman so it is difficult for her to keep her face up toward Kyle.
"Puh-please, Selina," Sharon begs, "this h-hurts! Let me go, please!"
"In some ways," Selina says, ignoring Sharon's pleas, "I'm like a cat with a mouse. I like to play with my subs - that's *submissive*, to you, darling. Oh, I'll let you go, my dear, eventually, but first I want to play with you. I know that your body is invulnerable. So I can do things to you that I was not always able to do to the Nazis who came through here. I know that gold hurts you, too, somehow, so I will use it to get some more information about you and Kate.
"Who knows, you might even enjoy it!" Selina smiles wickedly and moves toward the wall rack of . . . devices.
* * * * *
"All right, everyone out!" Kerber barks as he opens the rear flap of the truck. The twelve women and two Nazis inside the truck slide toward the rear of the truck to exit, first the guards, then the women. As they leap to the ground, the women look around. Some of them realize that they are at the city's airport, about ten miles outside of the city. A variety of German military and civilian aircraft can be seen in the distance. Nearby, though, is an air vehicle unlike any the women have seen. The aircraft has short wings, one huge engine at the rear and strange markings on the sides. The fuselage seems to be covered in small ceramic plates. Only the tip of the vehicle sticks out of a large hangar, as if the craft was concealed there until the sun went down.
"Great Ghu!" the redhead thinks to herself. "That's an Arion space shuttle, like the one that attacked me over the Caribbean a few weeks ago!" As the women are herded toward the shuttle by Kerber and the human guards, Suprema considers whether to reveal herself now or not. "If I react now, I still won't know where the shuttle is going," she realizes, "and Kerber may decide that Selina's house is somehow involved. The last thing I want to see is Nazis exploring Selina's place, looking for Velorians. Maybe I should just wait a while longer."
"You women will have the privilege of riding one of the Reich's newest inventions," Kerber lies to the women. "This will speed you to our homeland so fast, you won't believe yourself. Enjoy your trip!"
The women continue walking toward the Arion shuttle with Kerber and his men walking beside them. As the women approach the shuttle, a door opens in the ship's side and a ramp descends to the gray tarmac. At the top of the ramp stands a tall black-haired man in a one-piece jump suit. Suprema scans him and a cold chill floods her body - a Prime! And unlike Kerber, the Prime has a large tachyon rifle in his hands. That can stun even a Protector at close range. And Suprema is very definitely close to this Prime.
"Come along, I don't have all day!" the man shouts, waving his weapon menacingly. The women step more lively toward the ramp and up it into the ship. Suprema hangs back when she suddenly recognizes the man - he was the pilot of the ship that attacked her over Colorado! He must have been demoted from attack craft to shuttle pilot for losing her when she was rescued by Sharon. "Surely he won't remember me," Suprema decides, finally boarding the ramp. Kerber and his men linger at the bottom of the ramp until the last of the women enters the shuttle, then they turn and walk back to their truck. As Suprema sits in one of the *crash couches* in the shuttle, she briefly feels for the lump near her waist - her costume compressed into a thin wafer and hidden in her panties. She looks around the cabin - no restroom is visible so she can't slip away and change into her *working clothes*.
"Stay in your seats, ladies," the Prime announces to the women from the front of the cabin. "We shall have a five hour flight. The first few moments will be stressful, so please tighten your safety harnesses, for your own protection."
"Where are we going?" Suprema asks meekly from the back of the shuttle.
"Didn't that fat fool tell you?" the pilot asks. When several women shake their heads *no*, he grins and pauses before saying, "Why, you're going to the moon, human whores!"
The pilot turns toward the flight deck and Suprema springs into action. She rips off the redheaded wig and rises from the crash couch. A quick leap and she shoots forward, down the aisle of the craft, to slam into the Arion's back. The impact of her hitting his back sounds like steel crashing into steel. Together they continue forward and slam into the bulkhead as pandemonium erupts behind them. The eleven other women begin shrieking and screaming, some of the more intelligent ones begin to unfasten the webbing holding them to the couches. As the women rush toward the door at the rear of the cabin, they cluster around it. None are able to decipher the Arion symbols and none are able to operate the unfamiliar locking mechanism in the door.
At the front of the shuttle, Suprema has the Prime in a bind - her heel is planted directly over the small of his back and she holds one of his wrists in each hand. His arms are stretched behind him in a tight lock.
"Get . . . get off me, bitch!" the man gasps. "Who the frak ARE you?" He can't see her, all he can do is writhe on the deck under her heel, unable to use his arms. He tries to kick the person on his back but can't move his leg enough to score a hit. Suddenly his arms are pulled even harder <AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!> he cries. "You're ripping them off!" he bellows at his unseen assailant.
"Last time we met," a silky voice says, "I almost stole your heart. Maybe I should try that again?"
"YOU!" the Prime gasps, immediately realizing who he's fighting. "We BEAT you! If not for that other cowwwaaaAAARRRRGGGHHHH!"
"I wish you Arions would stop calling us cows and bitches," Suprema says, yanking his arms upward. "I'll just have to teach you some manners, I guAAAAIIIEEEEE!" she screams as a tachyon blast hits her chest. Suprema releases her hold on the man and is knocked onto her back. Before she can do more than rise up on one elbow, another powerful blast hits her chest again and again hammers her down to the deck.
The two blasts destroy the front of her long dress and leave her slightly stunned on the floor of the shuttle. Above her in the entrance to the shuttle's flight deck stands an Arion Beta - the ship's engineer, carrying a tachyon rifle like the pilot's.
"Shoot her again and keep shooting her!" the Prime roars as he struggles to recover from her attack. The Beta raises his rifle again and aims at the woman's chest, now bare and with a small red spot between two heavenly mounds, when the weapon suddenly begins to glow.
"AOOWWW!" the Beta screams as he drops the smoking weapon - smoking not from recent firings but because Suprema used her super vision to heat the weapon several hundred degrees. Even the Beta finally has to release the weapon to avoid having his nearly invulnerable hands burned. But before Suprema can regain her feet, the Prime drops onto her, straddling her legs and rams his clenched fists into her harder-than-steel abs.
"Ngh!" Suprema grunts, the blow forcing her body into a situp position. She tries to shift her attention from the Beta to the Prime on her knees but the man raises his clenched fists and hits her jaw, knocking the woman onto her back. The Prime slides up her body until his butt is on her upper abdomen and his legs pin her arms to the deck. One hand goes to Suprema's neck, pinning it to the deck. His other hand smashes into the woman's breast with tremendous force, flattening it and causing Suprema to cry out in pain.
The Beta engineer leaps down from the flight deck and grabs Suprema's ankles. He knows he doesn't stand a chance in a fight with a Protector, but he might slow her down enough for the Prime to do some damage. In a fearful voice, he yells to the Prime, "I've got her ankles, sir!"
Shifting slightly, the Prime slides his hand behind Suprema to cup her neck. His other hand begins to rain blows down on her face, moving with the speed of hundreds of mighty blows per second. The jackhammer-like sound inside the shuttle of metal hitting metal and of Suprema's screams shatters the eardrums of several of the human women huddled near the exit.
Slowly fading toward unconsciousness from the punishment of the tachyon rifles and now this Prime's fist, Suprema bravely manages to focus herself long enough to use her forearm to deflect the Prime's fist away from her and into the shuttle deck. The man's powerful blow drives his hand through the deck and causes him to overbalance as his fist continues on through the shuttle's deck. Suprema's other hand assists the man's fall and she manages to roll him off her body.
The blonde heroine yanks her feet toward her body, then thrusts them away forcefully, sending the Beta flying into the bulkhead after releasing his grip on her ankles. "N-need a second," Suprema gasps, moving one hand up to her breast to ease the pain caused by the tachyon rifle. Her other hand goes to her face to ease the damage from the Prime's pounding.
She's not given time to rest and recover. The Prime raises one leg and brings his heel down onto the woman's stomach in a crushing kick that leaves Suprema again gasping for air. He tries again to hammer her with his boot heel but she raises one hand and catches his foot several inches above her stomach. A sharp twist and the audible <SNAP> signifies she has broken his ankle. The man cries out in pain but has no relief - Suprema lifts him off the deck by the same ankle and swings him overhead, across her body, to slam onto the crash couches beside her.
Suprema rises to a seated position and looks up in time to see that the Beta has found the Prime's rifle and is now pointing it - not at Suprema but at the humans at the back of the cabin. "Lay on your stomach, now!" the terrified male commands, "or I'll fire a burst at those women!"
Before the man can carry out his threat, Suprema leaps up and places her body between the Beta and the humans. Predictably, the man pulls the trigger and a stream of tachyon particles hit the Velorian's stomach, throwing her back toward the rear of the cabin. Suprema cries out like a gored beast from the terrible pain and lies on the cabin's deck for several seconds, trying to recover her wind. The Beta gives her no chance to recover - he moves closer and fires another blast - his fourth - at the prone blonde. This round hits Suprema in her hip and sends her spinning helplessly on the deck. "Oh, God, STTOPP!!" she begs, raising a hand as if to block another shot. She can hear the weapon recycling for another shot but her nervous system is frayed from the savage blasts it has already absorbed. Even now, just holding her hand up makes her arm quiver uncontrollably.
Again the Protector falls back on her other powers to help her - she inhales sharply and exhales a hurricane-force blast of air at the Beta, knocking the rifle from his hands and blowing him back against the cabin's forward bulkhead. Slowly the blonde heroine staggers to her feet. Using the crash couches as support, Suprema slowly moves toward the front of the cabin. Her super vision spots the second rifle and in a heartbeat her heat vision melts the barrel enough to make it unusable.
The Prime and the Beta are both recovering from her attacks - each is trying to rise to his feet. The weakened warrior woman moves toward the Prime and wraps her arms around his chest from a position immediately behind the man. Before he can react, she begins to crush his chest, using her hands to pull her arms tighter and tigher around the man's torso. "AAAIIIIEEE!!" the Prime cries as the sounds of metal crashing together fill the cabin. "NNNGGGH - Pain! S-Stop!" he moans as he feels the woman slowly crush his chest. Amidst his screams and the horrific sounds of metal bending there are two sharp reports - ribs being broken in the man's chest.
The Prime beats her forearms furiously, trying to force her to release her powerful grip on his chest. His efforts are futile. He next hammers his head backward, striking her forehead in a mighty blast. This does stagger the heroine and her grip on him weakens slightly. Again the Prime headbutts the woman and again her grip eases slightly. Before he can do another headbutt, the woman spins him around so they face each other.
She's clearly very ragged from the fight but still has the strength to kill him. After putting one hand around behind the man in the small of his back, she rams her other hand up under his rib cage to grab his heart. As the sounds of his screams and of metal abrading metal fill the cabin, her small hand slowly envelopes the Prime's heart and begins to squeeze the organ until it stops beating. Her other hand slides up his back to grab the front of his neck. She pushes him back against one bulkhead and has his neck in a vise-like grip. The Prime struggles to free himself but his body is shutting down from heart failure and lack of oxygen.
Suprema can barely stand - she needs time to regain her full strength after the pounding she's endured. When the Beta slams into the side of her body, something she normally would have easily shrugged off, she topples onto the floor, dragging the Prime down with her. She manages to keep her death grip on the man's heart even as the Beta, now straddling her body, rains clenched fists down on her arms and head.
The Prime's eyes slowly roll up into his head and his struggles cease mere moments before Suprema collapses from the Beta's attack. Her half-closed eyes look at the Beta and see that his hands are bloody and bruised from beating her super body. His constant attacks have none-the-less taken their toll of the super woman. She has to use the last of her strength to use her arm to sideswipe the Beta, knocking him off her body.
Wearily Suprema rises to a seated position and raises one arm as the Beta charges her again. He wields one of the useless tachyon rifles as a club and manages to hit the woman's elbow, knocking her arm aside. The man instantly follows that by jumping on her nearly naked body, pinning her to the deck. Like the Prime, the Beta rains blows on Suprema's face, hoping to overwhelm her even though his strength is far less than hers.
As her body struggles to remain conscious, Suprema again manages to hit the Beta, this time with an elbow to his chest. The blow is far less than she could have done normally, but is enough to send the man flying backward across the cabin toward the flight deck. Suprema falls back to the floor, spent and exhausted.
The Beta pulls himself to his feet and, seeing the Protector lying on the floor, almost unconscious, he realizes he can't stop her alone. There might be help outside but on the moon . . . He staggers into the flight deck and slips into the pilot's seat. "I can fly this as well as a damned Prime!" he says to himself as he fires up the engine. In seconds, the shuttle rolls out of the hangar and across the tarmac, gaining speed with each foot travelled. Seconds later, the craft leaves the ground and stands on its tail as the Beta puts the ship into a high-gravity takeoff. The ship quickly accelerates to a speed which subjects the ship to twenty times Earth-normal gravity, quickly turning the unprotected human women in the back of the cabin into a bloody pulp of bodies. Among the bodies is Suprema's, thrown backward by the violent take-off.
As the craft races higher and higher through the air, the Beta jinks the ship left and right, hoping that the combination of high gravity and sudden course changes will keep the crippled Protector from coming after him. At the same time he hollers through the ship's radio, "HELP!!! This is shuttle 8, leaving New Danzig. The Velorian is on board. HELP ME!!"
* * * * *
"MMnnhhh, Se-Selina, s-stop," Sharon sobs and begs as Selina Kyle's cruel side takes control of the madam. "D-don't <AAAOOOWW> don't do . . . this!" Sharon's body convulses and sparks arc off her skin as Selina drags a thick gold chain across the woman's buttocks, leaving long red welts on her tanned and taut skin.
"This is just amazing," Selina purrs as she steps back to admire her handiwork. "Just like you've been whipped but the welts go away a minute or two later, as if nothing had happened. Can you still feel where the gold has, uh, caressed your skin?"
"Mnnhh, y-yes, it still burns, ohhhh, gods, it burns," Sharon says, sobbing. She tries to move away from the black-clad dominatrix but this just makes Selina laugh and press closer. A few hours of torture has given Selina the skill to hold the thick gold chain just far enough away from Sharon's body to cause sparks that seem to hurt the blonde and which, Selina found, can also be made to charge the air around the woman. Selina has removed the top part of her PVC catsuit so that it hangs down around her thin waist and she now leans close her captive when dragging the chain across the woman's body. The air around Sharon crackles and sparks fly, and Selina feels a strong tingling sensation in her own nipples. Delicious!
Kyle steps back away from the captive blonde and starts to disrobe. First Selina removes her long leather gloves, then the thigh-high, stiletto-heel boots. Finally, she pulls off the PVC catsuit, leaving just a small pair of black satin panties and and a studded leather choker. Selina selects a huge dildo from her cabinet of *toys* and tightly wraps around the shaft a necklace made of a thin golden wire. She then moves behind the Velorian Scribe and slowly, seductively lowers Sharon's panties down her muscular thighs, past her knees, and down to her ankles. She removes the gold chain pinning Sharon's ankles together.
As Kyle lifts one of Sharon's legs to remove the panties, a thin blue and white wafer drops out of the waist of the panties. "What's this?" Kyle asks Sharon, holding up the 1/8th inch thick circle.
"My . . . costume," Sharon struggles to say.
"Costume? Oh, yes, I saw you wearing something early this morning," Kyle says. "How does it work? How do you put it on?"
"I . . . <groan> I can un-uncompress it. So weak though . . ."
"Well, we'll leave that for later, I guess," Kyle says, returning to the dildo. She selects a harness from the cabinet, slips the dildo into the harness, then fastens it around her slim waist. After taking a moment to admire herself in a nearby floor-length mirror, Kyle returns to stand in front of her prey. Sharon's eyes, half-closed, notice the gold strands wrapped around the penis-shaped object. Realization of what's coming cause the woman's lips to form an obscene and silent "NO" and her eyes widen. Sharon tries to back away from Kyle but is too weak to get her legs to do more than rise a few inches and fall back to the floor, as if she's stamping her feet.
"This should be fun," Kyle says, smiling at her helpless, squirming captive. Selina grabs Sharon's thighs and lifts the woman's legs up, hoisting them until they're around her own waist. Then the madam slowly advances toward Sharon's nether lips until the tip of the gold-encircled dildo brushes the lips. Slowly, deliberately, Selina continues pressing forward, driving the golden dildo into Sharon's pussy. When the first of the gold touches the lips of her vagina, Sharon rocks back and screams as lightning flashes bounce between her vaginal lips and the golden dildo. Small arcs of electricity flash at Selina and snap at her body, like pin-pricks striking the soft flesh over her own pussy. The pain and the excitement of doing something so dangerous with her own tender vagina sends thrills through Selina, thrills she's never experienced before.
"YYEESSSS!!!" Selina roars as the few arcs of power dance across belly above her furry black bush.
"NNNOOOO!!!" Sharon screams as fire burns her loins. The incredible pain causes the woman to arch her back to get away but without success. In fact, the move shoves her closer toward Selina's hips, driving the dildo deeper into the Velorian's pussy. Weakened by the shock, she falls forward and her breasts ram into Selinas, the gold chain stretching between nipple clips brushes against Selina's body.
Suddenly there's a tremendous blast as a *circuit* between the gold on Sharon's breast links with the gold in her vagina through Selina's body. Sharon blasts backward one way, Selina flies backward the other way. So violent is the blast that Sharon's arms bend painfully, then snap the chains holding her arms to the ceiling. She falls in a heap against one wall of the basement.
Selina is more shocked than hurt when her body is thrown back several feet to smack against the cellar wall. She struggles to remain on her feet then notices Sharon lying in a heap several feet away. "Damn, I almost got an orgasm from that!" Kyle says to herself. "That was fucking amazing!" Kyle slowly stalks toward the Velorian, smiling when the blonde's eyes open and blearily look at the tall raven-haired beauty.
"Nuh-no more, puh-please," Sharon begs, her body both weakened by the touch of the gold and aching from the energy transferred from her body into the gold. She tries to rise but her bound hands make it hard to balance and she topples back onto her butt. The golden chain across her chest falls back to touch her skin, causing more pain to the woman.
"Why, we've just begun!" Selina says, smiling to herself and planning her next moves.
* * * * *
Most of the human women in the back of the shuttle craft are now dead from the high-g take-off and subsequent rapid course changes that fling their bodies around the cabin like ice chunks in a cocktail shaker. The Velorian Protector is unaffected by the deadly flying and is even recovering from the beating she'd received on the ground. As the shuttle leaves Earth's atmosphere the pilot continues his violent maneuvers but by now the Velorian is sufficiently revived to begin making her way to the control deck.
"Take us back to Earth!" she commands as she enters the flight deck, one hand on each side of the hatch. Her entire body hangs in the air, slashing first left, then right, then up, then down as the pilot jinks the shuttle through high-g turns.
Unable to defeat the Protector with his flight skills, the Beta turns to face her after activating the auto-pilot. He leaps from his seat and flies toward her and at the last minute swings his feet forward and thrusts them at the woman's head. His heels hammer into Suprema's face before she can react to his attack. His blow causes her to release her grip on the hatch and she flies back into the cabin, her body tumbling as she tries to regain control.
When he passes through the hatch, the Beta grabs the sides of the hatch to stop his movement. He takes a moment to calculate where she'll be shortly and pushes off like a rocket toward the blonde. He slams into the woman and pushes her back against the cabin bulkhead, crushing her body between his and the wall. He thinks he's winning.
"Mmnph!" Suprema grunts as the man shoves her against the wall. "I've . . . had ENOUGH!" she says, wrapping her arms around the man, pinning his arms to his sides. The Beta squirms but is far too weak to overpower an enraged Protector. She inexorably begins to squeeze her arms together, decreasing the space between her arms and crushing the man's body.
The Beta now begins to scream hellishly as his life is crushed by the Protector's arms. She looks like a naked 20 year old girl and he looks like a grizzled middle-aged man but he's utterly helpless in her powerful grip.
"Talk to me and I'll let you live," she says as the man's head begins to loll against his shoulders. "You don't have to die if you help me," she says, smiling at the man.
"<Spit> Fuck you, bitch," the man says, spitting at her face.
As his spittle dribbles down her cheek, Suprema frees one arm, then the other and her hands take station on either side of the man's head. He tries to punch her and shove her hands away but is too weak to have any effect. Then she spins his head sideways and snaps his neck with a loud <CRACK>. The man's body slowly settles to the deck as the shuttle races further from Earth toward the moon.
* * * * *
"What's happening, people," Du-kem snarls as he strides onto the bridge of CS-1121, the Command Ship for the Arion fleet in the Sol system. He's been roused from a comfortable sleep and the reason better be good!
"Radio signal from a shuttle on a whore-run from New Danzig," the Watch Commander reports. "We only caught part of the signal but the man said something about a Velorian being on board."
"WHAATT!?" Du-kem shouts, rushing toward the WC. "And you took twenty minutes to alert me?"
"My Lord, we had to verify that the signal was legitimate and . . ."
"What have you learned?"
"Well, Shuttle 8 was scheduled to fly here from New Danzig with a load of women for the base," the WC says, quaking in his boots. "No radio contact for the last ten minutes."
"I've sent the Valkyries off with a Hawk as escort," Mar-vel says, striding onto the control deck. The Fleet Executive Officer is a stunning brunette in a black LeatherEx© bodysuit and knee-high white boots. "As soon as that fool mentioned the Velorian, I had our two Valkyries take flight with one of the interceptors following them. They're on a collision course with the shuttle, My Lord," she concludes, moving to stand beside the Fleet Lord and her lover. She starts to wrap an arm around his shoulder until he glares at her. She steps back a pace to stand respectfully at the ready.
"Why the Valkyries? Why not our own people?" Du-kem asks Mar-vel.
"Unlike our people, the Valkyries can fly," she replies. "If the Velorian stays inside the shuttle, they might be able to overwhelm her. Also, they might be useful if the Velorian leaves the shuttle and flies back to the planet. With powers almost equal to hers, they can follow her and subdue her. The Hawk will help soften her up for their attacks."
"Well done, Number One," the Fleet Lord says. "Watch Commander, send another Hawk after that one, as backup. And ready a strike force - they will leave by shuttle five minutes after the second Hawk, just in case they're also needed to subdue the bitch.
"Any sign of the other Velorian?"
"Not yet, my lord. Just the one report about one being on the shuttle, then nothing."
"Keep your eyes and ears open, people," Du-kem growls. "That Velorian has been on MY planet far too long. Time she was taken out of service!"
* * * * *
As she stands amid the carnage in the cabin, Suprema's super body quickly recovers from her battle. She looks around and sees that all the human women are dead. Her super vision quickly confirms that the two Arions are also dead. She takes a moment to remove the last bits of clothing - a fragment around her waist, her panties and one glove. Next she retrieves the wafer from inside the waistband of her panties. The naked woman flicks her wrist and the thin blue, red and yellow wafer billows out to form her Suprema costume. As the the shuttle craft races toward the moon, the Protector slowly dons her costume, still wincing from the tachyon blasts to her chest.
Garbed in her blue, red and yellow costume, the young woman returns to the flight deck and settles into one of the seats, flipping her red cape over the back of the chair. "Hmm," she says to herself a few moments later, "these controls aren't too different from the ones on ships I trained on back home. Maybe I can turn this beast back toward Earth!"
"<crackle> . . -tle 8, com- . . . <sizzle> come in, shuttle <zzzzzzz>" the radio suddenly squeals, shocking Suprema.
"What the . . .?" she says, flipping closed the radio power switch. "I don't have anything to say to them, nor do they want to hear from me, in all likelihood!" she says. Working the pedals and small control wheel, she swings the shuttle around until she faces Earth again through the windshield. She pushes the throttle forward and accelerates the craft to 25-gs, letting her body sag into the seat as the small shuttle races back toward the planet.
A few minutes later, the ship begins to bite the planet's atmosphere and leading edges begin to glow from heat friction. Suprema works the controls to *skip* the ship through layers of atmosphere, slowing it down slightly and decreasing the heat buildup on the ship. As she becomes more familiar with the shuttle's controls, she brings it on a course toward a point several hundred miles off the coast of the Eastern U.S. (called Westland by the German occupiers).
Thousands of miles "above" her, two blondes in green costumes, followed by an Arion Hawk-class gunship race through space toward Earth and the Velorian Protector. As her ship crosses the west coast of North America and races eastward, the Valkyries accelerate and move away from the trailing gunship, their super bodies faster than the Arion-made ship. In moments their bodies crash through the upper layers of the atmosphere and vector toward the still-descending shuttle.
Somewhere over the Appalachians, Suprema feels a hears a loud *THUD* as the ship shakes violently from an impact aft. She starts to turn to look aft when the ship suddenly jinks forward and she's thrown onto the instrument panel. At the same time, the sounds of metal rending fill the back end of the ship. Suprema rises to her feet and heads toward the main cabin, using some of her flying ability to remain on her feet as the ship bobs and bucks more violently in tune with the sounds at the rear of the ship.
"You!" Suprema gasps as she suddenly sees the two Valkyries (members of a lost group of Velorians working now working for the Arions), flying just over the rear end of the shuttle and peeling away the ceramic tiles and unearthly metals that form the alien ship. Again she's astounded that these two magnificent beings are working for the hated Arions. She briefly considers whether to fight them or not, then decides when one of the stubby wings of the shuttle is blasted apart by a cannon blast. Using super vision, Suprema scans the sky behind and above the shuttle and spots the Arion gunship racing on an intercept course. "I might be able to handle them or the ship, but not both!" she decides, ruefully. "I hate to flee them again but the odds just aren't right."
As the ship shudders and shakes from the pounding of the Valkyries and shots from the gunship, Suprema moves to the forward part of the ship and opens the forward hatch. She quickly leaps out of the shuttle and her powerful leg muscles boost her speed as she drops ahead and away from the crippled shuttle. The Valkyries and the gunship, intent upon wrecking the shuttle, fail to notice her departure. As the ship finally yields to the hellish forces battering it, the ship explodes in a fiery blast visible hundreds of miles away. The explosion propels the two Valkyrie backward, unconscious and their bodies tumbling out of control from the powerful blast. The Hawk gunship barely manages to avoid hitting Shay-ra's body as she cartwheels through the air. As the ship jinks right to avoid her, though, it hits the body of her brother Hem-ra and explodes in a second titanic blast.
"Serves them right!" Suprema says smugly as she looks over her shoulder at the twin explosions. Her super vision spots two green-clad bodies dropping toward the ground, then she spots two Arions falling, too. All seem to be unconscious but another gunship can be seen 100 miles back, racing toward the battle scene. "Damn!" she curses. "I could have gone back and maybe dealt with them, but now, with another gunship! And, what's that? Another shuttle! Those guys are getting serious about chasing me!"
Suprema turns and again flexes her powerful leg muscles as she descends to fly *nap-of-the-earth* back to New Danzig.
* * * * *
"Tell me about yourself and your *sister*, little one, and I'll take off some of the gold chains," Selina purrs at her captive. Once again, Sharon finds herself hanging by her arms chained together and bound to a beam in the cellar's roof. "Who are you? Where do you come from? How do I <ungh> get this costume opened?" she says, shaking the thin white wafer that is Power Woman's costume.
"W-won't tell . . . you anything," the exhausted Scribe says. "Y-you're evil, Selina, and . . ." Sharon manages to say before Kyle shoves a ball-gag into the woman's mouth. Sharon bites the hard rubber ball as Selina ties it to the back of the blonde's head. Impossibly, the blue ball slowly compresses under pressure from Sharon's otherworldly strength.
"I'm SICK of people telling ME what I can and cannot do!" Selina rants at the gagged super woman. Selina tosses the costume wafer toward one wall and begins to strike Sharon's face with a coiled necklace of gold. As the metal strikes her cheeks, Sharon moans or cries in pain; red welts form on her cheeks where the gold has touched her skin.
"I - think - that - you - or - your - so-called - sister - is - the - terrorist - the - Krauts - want," Kyle says, punctuating her comments with a continuing vicious assault on the captive blonde's face. "I think maybe they would give me a pretty decent reward if I gave the pair of you to them, yes indeed. And I think I have enough gold left to trap her, should she return. In the meantime, honey, I'm going to just leave you down here." Selina drapes the golden necklace in her fist across Sharon's shoulders, causing the weakened Scribe to moan and shake again as more of her precious super energy leeches into the gold.
"I'm just going to get some stuff ready for Kate, or whoever the Hell she is," Selina says as she walks away from Sharon. Kyle turns off the cellar light and begins to climb up to the house above. She turns toward Sharon and says, "I think we'll have lots of fun when she gets here, Sharon. Well, lots of fun for me, at least!"
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