"I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!" Du-kem, leader of Arion forces in the Sol system screams at the crew on the command deck of CS-1121, the Arion command ship. "Will no one rid me of this Velorian bitch?"
"We almost had her," Hem-ra says. One of two Valkyries (a *lost* group of Velorians duped into working for the Arions) attached to Du-kem's force, he and his sister Shay-ra almost caught the Velorian Protector named Suprema as she flew in a shuttle toward New Danzig (New York, before the Nazis won World War II with cover Arion aid).
"*Almost* . . . *ALMOST*!" Du-kem roars, "*almost* means *YOU FAILED*, you freak!" Beside himself with rage, the Arion Prime stalks across the front of the deck and flails his arms uselessly. "One little girl, probably inexperienced as a Protector, and she not only escapes you but manages to knock you out!"
"She didn't . . .," Shay-ra starts to say.
"Oh, that's right," he says sarcastically, "you and those other idiots in the gunship blew up the shuttle, so in effect, you knocked yourselves out!" Du-kem continues his tirade. "Great help the High Command has sent me - freaks who manage to knock themselves out in combat! Maybe I should ask for ships that explode when they fire their guns. That would really make it easier for that blonde cow, now, wouldn't it!"
"Let me lead a team to capture her, my Lord," Mar-vel says. She's the Executive Officer for the Fleet - second in command. She tried to capture the Protector soon after she appeared but failed. Only the fact that she shares Du-kem's bed protected her from his wrath.
After a few moments of seething, Du-kem turns to his lovely deputy. "Fine, Number One, YOU go hunt the bitch. Take these two freaks with you." As he again calls them *freaks*, the two Valkyries cringe inwardly. They hate being treated as second-class beings in the Arion empire. Especially since they are more powerful than the Primes and, unlike the Primes, can fly.
"Coordinate with Kar-lem. Take charge of those three malingerers, Vad-em, Len-dak and Mar-dak, as well. They haven't done anything since they went to New Danzig to help Kar-lem," Du-kem orders. "I'm sure that four Primes and two Valkyries can capture the inexperienced Protector and her Scribe," he concludes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mar-vel nods her head at the Valkyries and turns to leave the command deck. "We won't disappoint you, my Lord," she calls over her shoulder as the three leave the deck. "That little bitch is as good as mine," she says to herself as they walk along the corridor away from the command deck.
The two Valkyries look at each other knowingly. If there are any problems, blame will be assigned to them first, they know. It's the Arion way of dealing with failure - blame someone else, then punish them severely!
"I need to prepare for this mission," Mar-vel tells the Valkyries. "I'll meet you at the shuttle deck." As the two blondes turn toward the shuttle deck, she turns toward her cabin.
A few moments later, Mar-vel joins the two blondes on the shuttle deck. She's carrying a bag and is dressed in her *battle* costume - shiny black knee-high boots, a black leotard (covering her from crotch to neck-line to wrist) with a yellow lightning slash across her breasts, long black gloves and a short black cape.
"Come on, time's wasting!" she says to the Valkyries as she drags them onto a shuttle for a quick trip to New Danzig.
* * * * *
An hour or so before dawn in New Danzig - the city is quiet and cold for late January. Few people are out at this hour, so no one sees a curvaceous blonde dressed in a blue, red and yellow costume as she slowly descends into the back yard of an old brownstone on the west side. As Suprema lands, she quickly scans the house for signs of Arions - she sees the girls (and boys) who work in this bordello on the upper floors - they're in their rooms and mostly asleep. She also spots the house's mistress, Selina Kyle, standing by the stove in the kitchen.
"Hmm, wonder where Sharon is?" Suprema asks herself, wondering about the Velorian Scribe who has become her sidekick and companion. Suprema again scans the house, from the first floor to the roof, but her super vision reveals no sign of the other Velorian.
After landing in the back yard, Suprema walks across the snow-covered grass to the back door of the house. "I'll have to warn Selina that the Nazis might be back. That Beta, Kerber or whoever he is, might recall that I was *recruited* from this place and might come back. Maybe Sharon and I should move to protect Selina and the others." Suprema is so concentrated on what she must do, she enters the kitchen of the house still wearing her costume. She should change back into civilian clothes but as far as Suprema knows, Selina does not know that the woman named Kate who was given temporary shelter in this bordello is also be the *terrorist* sought by the Nazis.
As Suprema strides into the small, warm kitchen, she suddenly realizes that she's still in her costume. "Too late now!" she thinks. "I'm back, Selina," she says. Selina has on a long red cloth housecoat and bulky cloth mittens to hold hot pots. She turns away from the stove and smiles at the Velorian Protector.
"Kate, is that you?" she asks, her eyes lighting up. "What are you wearing? It's so . . . interesting!"
"I have some explaining to do," Suprema says, moving toward the madam of this cathouse. As Suprema nears Selina, the woman turns back to the stove and turns off the burner. She lifts the pot in both hands and turns back toward Suprema who is now just a foot or so away.
"Made some soup for you," Kyle says, smiling at the Velorian. Suprema starts to smile at her host when Selina suddenly tosses the contents of the pot at the super woman. Selina has melted several of her pieces of gold jewelry in the cast iron pot, turning the precious metal into a liquid goo. As the goo flies from the pot, it strikes the blonde's face and chest. Most of it splashes off the woman but some clings to her face and the upper part of her costume. The heat of the melted gold doesn't bother the Protector but the sudden contact with it knocks her backward to fall on the floor, getting more of the melted gold on the back of her legs, costume and her cape.
"AAAOOWWW!!!" Suprema cries out as her body bucks and heaves on the kitchen's tile floor. Sparks flash off the blonde's body where gold is in contact with bare skin - her face, neck, and now the backs of her thighs. "G-get this . . . <mmnnh> off meeee!" she moans as she drags one hand across her face, smearing the cooling liquid gold. As her hand moves away from her face, a bright white stream of energy leaps from the gold on her hand to her cheek, snapping the woman's head sideways and causing her to again shriek in agony.
"Not just yet, honey," Selina purrs as she pulls off the kitchen mittens and kneels beside the stricken woman. Kyle pulls a gold chain from one pocket and wraps it around Suprema's ankles, binding her red boots together. As the blonde continues to squirm, Kyle pulls another gold chain from the other pocket and deftly grabs one of Suprema's wrists. She winds the chain around the heroine's wrist, yelping when sparks flash off Suprema's skin and hit her own hands.
Selina accidentally brushes an elbow against Suprema's breast while trying to bind the heroine's wrists. "Mmnnnhh, gooooodddddds," Suprema moans in a deep, throaty voice, as Kyle's mere touch sends spasms of pleasure rippling throughout the blonde's super body. Once again gold has the twin effects of stealing the Protector's energy and drastically elevating her libido. The small kitchen fills with the scent of wildflowers and honey as her natural pheromones kick in - pheromones biogenetically engineered into all Protectors to make them super-attractive to the aliens who created the Velorian race.
Selina's eyes widen and her nostrils flare as the overwhelming scent of Suprema fills the kitchen. As the stricken super woman begins to knead one breast, her other hand slips between her legs to stroke her clit. Soon Selina feels herself get aroused to the point that her own juices begin to flow. "MMnnnh, wh-what's happening to me!?" Selina gasps as she slips a hand between her own thighs to rub her own suddenly-damp pussy.
Suprema cries and moans from the pain caused by the gold covering her upper body and draining her energy. Desperate for relief, the young girl grabs the neckline of her tunic and pulls it away from her body. Sparks leap from the costume to her chest, leaving large red welts where the gold burns her body even as it leeches away her energy. Suprema screams and releases the tunic and it snaps back, but the hemline ends up below her breasts.
As the Protector writhes on the kitchen floor, Selina's eyes widen at the sudden appearance of the girl's lovely large breasts. The blue-clad blonde is apparently lost in a sexual frenzy as her hands play with her body. Unable to resist the blonde's pheromones, Selina continues to vigorously caress her own clit. As an orgasm rips through Suprema's body, the blonde's body rises off the floor, arching up on heels and shoulders. Her cries of pleasure fill the small room, as do the powerful pheromones generated by her body. Selina quickly senses that her own body is building toward an orgasm and when Suprema has hers, Selina's head falls onto her chest as her own body shudders from a powerful orgasm.
When the waves of pleasure finally subside, Selina opens her eyes slowly and watches as Suprema continues to squirm on the floor and caress her super body. Her breasts are just marvelous, Selina realizes, as she watches Suprema squeeze one. Suddenly Selina notices that when Suprema massages her breast and its nipple as if milking a cow, a small golden liquid appears at the tip of the nipple. In fact, Selina notices, quite a bit of the golden liquid has been drawn from the blonde's breast - it's almost covered with the liquid. On impulse, Selina leans down and carefully laps a little of the liquid off Suprema's breast. The stricken super woman moans throatily as Selina's tongue drags across the super-sensitive nipple.
"Mmmm, this tastes soooo good," Selina says as she swallows the fluid. "I need more!" As Suprema, eyes closed, body shuddering from orgasm after orgasm, continues to massage her breast, Selina leans down takes the woman's nipple into her mouth. Selina finds herself sucking the woman's teat like a hungry infant as more drops of the fabulous golden liquid flow. Each time the helpless blonde seems to have an orgasm a large dollop of the juice appears, each one tasting more delicious than the previous.
As the melted gold on Suprema's body cools and hardens it begins to flake off but the bits on her costume try to lightly bond with it. However, Suprema's constant and violent shaking from pain and from orgasms causes this gold to shatter and break away from her costume. Most of the gold that was on her skin and costume has fallen to the floor. Her squirming, shaking and moaning subsides a bit but she's still lying amidst a pile of gold and her ankles are bound by the vile stuff. Her hands continue to stroke her clit and massage her breast, but with less and less vigor. Even the trickle of juice from her nipple stops flowing. A heartbeat later, Selina rises back to her knees. She has given herself several orgasms as the stricken super woman had her own orgasm marathon. Selina feels wetness in her panties and can see that Suprema has also generated a small river of juices - her thighs and the floor beneath her glow with the Velorian's cum.
With most of the gold off her now, Suprema sags back onto the floor and her body slowly slumps on the tiles. When Suprema finally manages to open her eyes and struggle to focus on what's happening, Selina recovers her own composure and manages to complete the binding of Suprema's wrists with a thick gold-covered chain. The super woman looks up at the madam with lust- and pain-blurred eyes.
"Wh-why . . . ooohh, why are you doing . . . this," she gasps, struggling to focus her eyes. "Puh-please stop!" Her hands try to reach both her crotch and her breast but can't because they're bound by the golden necklace. Suprema looks briefly at her hands and she looks like her brain too dulled to figure out how to rub two different erogenous areas with cuffed hands.
"Not just yet, sweetie," Kyle says, smiling. She rises to her feet and shucks off the housecoat to reveal her costume - again she's in her shiny black PVC catsuit, thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels, and elbow-length black leather gloves. "Time for you to join your friend downstairs," she purrs, grabbing Suprema's cape. Selina heads toward the basement door dragging the crippled heroine across the floor. Suprema struggles to remove the gold chains around her wrists and ankles but in the past few hours she's used too much of her energy battling Arions. She lost more of her fantastic energy when the gold leeched it from her super body. And Selina Kyle will soon discover that the golden liquid flowing from the blonde's breast has transfered a special bonus to the madam. The chains around Suprema's wrists groan and stretch slightly as she tries to free her hands but when Selina starts to pull the blonde down the basement steps, Suprema stops trying to burst the chains and her arms flop uselessly against her body as it bounces down the steps.
Seconds later, after being dragged across the cold cobblestone floor of the dank cellar, Suprema is lifted up by her cape. Her arms and legs hang limply as she struggles to remain conscious. Selina stands behind the stunned super woman and wraps her arms around the woman, pinning her arms to her side and pressing in her exposed breasts. "I've got you now, my pretty," Kyle purrs into her captive's ear. As Selina's warm breath caresses the Protector's ear, she moans from the pleasure it causes. From a nearby table, Selina grabs a golden chain - a series of large, interlinked loops, which had been placed around Sharon's waist earlier. Selina wraps this new chain around Suprema's waist, letting it hang low on the woman's hips, atop her red skirt. As the clasp is closed, Suprema moans and her hips shudder from this new energy drain.
A few seconds later, Suprema's eyes slowly widen as she spots at her companion, Sharon Best, Scribe of Velor. The other super woman, naked and unconscious, hangs by a chain wrapped around her elbows. Her head is on her chest and her eyes are closed. Her wrists and ankles are wrapped tightly by gold chains. Another gold chain hangs from two steel nipple clamps attached to the woman's breast. "S-stop . . . this," Suprema begs as she feels Selina's leather-covered hands gently caress her breasts.
"This is just too delicious, little one," Selina says. She deftly reaches for a steel chain with inch-wide links and after wrapping it around Suprema's elbows a few times, pulling her elbows together, Selina fastens the end of the chain to a small hook in the cellar's ceiling. Suprema's elbows are bound painfully and are the only support for the super woman. When she sags from the loss of her strength to the gold, she groans and winces from the pain shooting through her arms and shoulders.
"I don't know who you two are," Kyle says to the two captives, "but your costume," she continues, pointing at Suprema, "is like the one I heard Harvey Paulson talking about on the radio. He said a flying blond woman in blue was wanted by the Nazis. Honey, if that isn't you, I'll let you whip me like a cur!"
"You - you can't!" Suprema gasps as her body sags in the chain. She struggles to stay on her feet but she's lost so much energy she yearns to just lie down and close her eyes. "You, nnh, you don't understand those people," she continues, "they - they're not just - Nazis, uunnhh, they're not human!"
"And you are? Honey, I don't care who they are," Kyle says, stepping confidently toward the blue-clad woman. Kyle envelopes Suprema's perfect breasts in her gloved hands slowly, then more powerfully squeezes the globes, hoping to draw out more of the delicious golden liquid. Her human strength, however, fails to induce lactation. Nonetheless, Suprema moans and winces from the unaccustomed feeling of having her breasts molested, causing the dominatrix to smile.
Kyle moves to one wall and retrieves a bull whip from its hook. She spreads her legs, swings her arm back, and brings the whip forward in a sidearm sweep. The leather whip wraps around Suprema's waist and the tip makes a loud <CRACK> when it hits her taut blue-covered stomach. A second swipe of the lash wraps around the blonde's legs. Two more swipes cover her hips and again her stomach, each time followed by a loud <CRACK> when the whip's tip snaps against Suprema's body. When the beaten woman fails to respond to the lash, Selina stops and moves toward her new captive. "So you're like Sharon here, eh?" Selina says to the blurry-eyed blonde, "only gold causes you pain.
"You know, my pretty-pretty, I think I love having you hanging here in your cute little costume," Selina says, moving to stand behind Suprema. "You two are obviously two very powerful women. These cute little costumes of yours must be made of some kind of special fabric - my delicious whip can't cut through it and burning hot gold has no effect on it, either.
"I couldn't get your friend's costume open to put it on her - maybe I should have tried harder. You have no idea how much I'm turned on by having you under my control like this. MMMMmmeeeooowwww!! I feel like a cat with two mice to play with!
"Hmmm. Perhaps I should have a costume on, too, eh? What shall I call myself then, hmmm?" Selina says, moving toward a mirror on one wall. She poses, hands on hips, whip in one hand, turning first slightly left, then to the right, then twisting to look at her tight butt. "I should get a mask, too, I think," she muses. "Not a hood - had one of those when I was a thief. Hmmm, I was a CAT burglar! Maybe I should call myself . . . Super Cat . . . Super Kitty . . . Catlady <no, I've never been accused of being a lady> . . . Cat Girl . . . CATWOMAN! Yeah, that's pretty catchy. But I need to fix up a mask to complete my little costume."
"Nooo," Suprema moans, "wait! The aliens - call-called Arions, they'll kill you! They've killed anyone who's seen me," she says, hoping to deter Selina. "They've killed German soldiers who have seen me, Selina," Suprema begs, "and they'll kill you, too. Especially you! But they may torture you to find out who else has been hiding me - us. They'll find out about Josh and the others." Even this short speech taxes the woman's energy reserves. She sags downward and winces as once again pain stabs through her arms and shoulders.
The madam looks at the super woman she's come to dominate. "Are you lying so I'll let you go?" Selina asks Suprema. "Hmmm, I'll have to think about this. I do remember there've been a lot of deaths reported whenever you appear." She slowly turns and walks away from the two Velorians. As she nears the steps, she pauses and shudders as if she's suddenly chilled. "OOhhhh!" she gasps, "that felt funny!" She leans against a post at the bottom of the steps and lowers her head to her chest and again her body shudders. A heartbeat later and she seems to have recovered from whatever was affecting her. She straightens up and climbs the stairs back to the kitchen, turning off the light as she leaves the cellar.
A second later, "Sh-sharon," Suprema says weakly, "w-wake up . . . Sharon, please!"
Moments later, the other blonde finally slowly opens her eyes. She moans once, then when she sees Suprema bound with chains and gold. Sharon moans, "Not . . . you too," she gasps. "Wh-what can we do?"
"I don't know," Suprema replies. "Selina is mad. She plans to turn us over to the Arions for a reward."
"Reward?!" Sharon laughs weakly, "they're more likely to burn her where she stands than give her cash. Or take her as a love slave!"
"I know, but I can't get her to believe me," Suprema replies. "I don't know how we can stop her, either." The woman looks around the cellar - it's furnishings suggest a Medieval dungeon more than a west side brownstone. Whips, scourges, brands, chains, and other sexual and torture instruments hang from hooks on the wall. There is a whipping post, a long metal table with steel cuffs for hands and ankles, a t-shaped and an x-shaped metal bondage frame, and two stocks - one for head and hands, one for feet. The heroine looks up toward the ceiling at the chain and the hook which holds the chain. The hook is a thin piece of metal. Maybe . . .
The weakened heroine stares at the hook, concentrating her heat vision on the part of the hook that holds the chain binding her arms. After a few seconds, the metal begins to glow dully and slowly bend as her body's weight on the chain pulls the hook. A few seconds of heat vision softens the hook to the point that it bends and the chain holding her on the hook slips off and falls to the floor. After being ravaged by Arions, orgasms and the gold, the weakened Suprema also falls onto her butt as the chain clatters on the floor. Her eyes close and she pants heavily as she tries to recover from the exertion of freeing herself from a simple little metal hook.
A minute later, the bound blonde rolls onto her belly and uses her knees and shoulders to rise off the cellar floor. Slowly, too slowly, she rises until she's on her knees. She pauses to again regain some of her strength. The sounds of electricity surging and sparking are the only noises in the basement. Whenever she or Sharon moves, the cuffs around their waists, ankles and wrists inevitably shift slightly and cause energy to leap from the woman's skin to the gold binding. Suprema finally manages to rise to her feet where she sways slightly as she tries to focus her eyes.
"Sharon," Suprema whispers to her companion. "If I stand behind you, can you do anything about the gold chain on my wrists?" The blonde slowly begins to inch her way toward the other woman, taking very small steps due to the chain around her ankles. Twice she totters and almost falls over.
"Nnnh, I d-don't know, Su-suprema," the ravaged Scribe replies. "I feel so tired . . . so weak. My hands are numb," she adds, flexing her hands, trying to restore circulation. All this does is cause more energy to spark and sizzle around her wrists. "Ooowwww!" she cries from the burning pain.
After what seems like an eternity, Suprema finally reaches her partner and stands behind the woman. A thin sheet of sweat covers Suprema's brow from the effort of hopping across the floor, each bounce shaking the gold on her body and siphoning more of her super energy into the gold. And each time the gold drains her, it sends waves of pleasure through her super body. By the time she reaches Sharon, she's near another orgasm and her blue tunic is sweat-stained - dark blue patches under her breasts (which are noticeably smaller) and in her armpits. Thin streams of her juices course down each of the woman's inner thighs and into her red boots.
As Suprema presses her back against Sharon's, hoping to use her hands to untie the chain around the other woman's wrists, Suprema gasps sharply when her fingers touch the golden chain. Sparks leap from her fingers to the gold and she almost falls from the shock. "If I don't move quickly, we're doomed," she says to herself. Steeling her resolve and gritting her teeth, the weakened heroine again touches the chain and tries to unhook the clasp. "MMmnnnnhhhh, aaaarrrggghhh!" she cries as the sizzle and crackle of energy spikes fills the cellar. Finally, after an eternity of enduring the pain, she manages to open the clasp on the chain around Sharon's wrist. A jiggle of Sharon's wrists and the chain falls to the cellar floor.
Suprema can barely stand after this short ordeal but she knows that she can't stop now. Selina could return at any moment! Suprema nudges Sharon and begs, "Sharon, please try to unhook the chain on my wrists! Please try or we won't get free!"
Slowly, Suprema senses that Sharon is now undergoing the same painful experience of unclasping the gold chain. As energy spikes leap from the chains on Suprema's wrists to Sharon's fingers, some spikes also strike Suprema's wrists. Both women gasp and moan from the pain but eventually the Scribe manages to open the clasp. A second later and Suprema's chain falls to the cellar floor. Her elbows are still bound by the thick steel chain but she feels stronger with the wrist chain gone.
Suprema turns and looks up at the hook holding the chain which supports Sharon. Again her super vision focuses on the hook and in seconds the small metal hook begins to sag and melt. The hook snaps abruptly and as the chain drops from the ceiling, Sharon falls onto one side, grunting with the impact.
"Quick!" Suprema begs, "try to unhook the chain on my ankles!" The blue-clad heroine hops closer to her naked friend's hands. As the seconds seem to fly past, Suprema looks anxiously up into the brownstone. "Hurry up!" she hisses, "Selina is coming back down the steps!" The dominatrix has left her third-floor bedroom and is now on the second floor. She made a shiny black vinyl mask out of an old raincoat - the mask covers the top half of her face and has two projections at the top on either side of her head giving it the looks of having cat ears.
Again the two women cry out in weak voices as energy spikes leap between the gold ankle-chain and their super bodies. But once again, Sharon manages to unclasp the chain. Suprema shakes her ankles a few times and the hated chain falls away from her boots. As Selina crosses the kitchen toward the cellar door, Suprema breathes deeply as she recovers her alien strength. As Kyle's boot heels click on the cellar steps and the woman enters the room, Suprema grunts and strains and finally manages to burst the inch-wide chain wrapped around her elbows. Staggering slightly, the gold chain still around her waist, Suprema looks grimly at the woman who would dominate her.
"How the Hell did you get free?" Selina gasps. She can see that the blonde woman is still very wobbly - she can barely stand up! Selina immediately reaches for a bull whip hanging on the wall near her. She expertly sidearms the whip at the blue-clad woman and the leathery whip wraps itself around Suprema's leg just below the hem of her red skirt. Selina wrenches her arm backward, yanking the whip and Suprema's leg toward her. Before the Velorian can react, her left leg is pulled from under her and she falls heavily to the cellar floor, landing on one of the gold chains. There is a violent spark as her bare butt cheeks touch the hated metal and energy leaps from her bottom into the chain. She bounces several times from the energy discharge until she's no longer on the gold.
At the same time, Selina flicks her wrist and the whip releases the whip from Suprema's thigh. She then does two forward handsprings and stops just a foot from the striken heroine. Selina spins full circle and the heel of her boot hits the side of Suprema's head. The stiletto heel snaps off but the blonde rolls onto her side. Huge red welts criss-cross her exposed butt cheeks where her skin had contact with the chains on the floor.
As Selina staggers, trying to balance on no heel and a five-inch spike heel, Suprema groans and tries to rise off her side. Selina hisses, "I'm the Catwoman now! You are mine, little blue birdy! You can't escape me!" She gives a feral snarl and leaps on Suprema's side, straddling the blonde at her waist. Selina punches the side of Suprema's head - a very powerful blow if it had been against a human. As it is, Selina yelps from the pain of striking the steel-like jaw of the super woman. Surprisingly, Suprema also grunts from the blow, as if Kyle's hit hurt.
"Damn!" Selina gasps, shaking her sore hand, "I forgot that you're invulnerable!" As Suprema tries to recover and starts squirming under Catwoman, Selina reaches down and grabs one of the chains lying on the floor. She spins the chain, letting it wrap around her hand like a golden knuckleduster. Again she punches the side of Suprema's face and grins wickedly when, this time, the heroine's head bounces off the cellar floor and she moans loudly from the touch of the gold (and from the hit, too?).
Selina slides her butt around and causes Suprema to fall onto her back, with the Catwoman perched on the Velorian's stomach. Selina presses her gold-wrapped fist against Suprema's neck. Hellish arcs of energy leap from the blonde's neck and envelop the golden chain. Even the Catwoman shrieks as the electrical energy burns her skin through her gloves. But after just a few seconds of grinding the golden fist into the blonde's neck, Catwoman can see Suprema's eyes starting to close. Her struggles become weaker and her breathing becomes more labored. Suprema tries to knock Catwoman off her belly but as her once-mighty arms hit the human's side, Catwoman totters but manages to remain perched on the blonde. Catwoman begins to giggle at the sight of this mighty heroine's ignominious defeat. The heroine is almost unconscious - just a few seconds more . . .
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!" Catwoman cries as a powerful blow stikes her back, knocking her off the beaten heroine. Catwoman rolls across the floor of the cellar, pain stabbing the small of her back. When she stops rolling she looks up and sees Sharon standing over Suprema, one leg on either side of the beaten heroine. While Catwoman was subduing Suprema, Sharon managed to remove the gold chains around her ankles. She then was able to snap the chain around her elbows. Her arms freed, she was finally able to unhook the nipple clamps dangling a chain before her breasts. Now it's her turn to play Protector.
"I've had it with you two!" Selina roars as she rises to the balls of her feet. She takes one step toward the super women then falls sideways, having forgotten that one boot's lost its heel. Her arms flail in a vain effort to stop her from falling over and when she hits the floor, she slides forward on her side, coming to a stop less than a foot away from Sharon's foot.
"And I've had it with YOU, bitch!" Sharon says. She steps over Suprema's body and kicks Catwoman in the belly, causing the woman to shoot across the floor, slamming against a wall five feet away. Sharon turns back toward Suprema, kneels and takes a moment to unclasp the golden chain around the woman's waist. Sharon grimaces from pain as the metal touches her skin - more sparks and crackles and sizzles in the cellar. The chain is finally freed from Suprema's waist and Sharon tosses it into a far corner of the cellar.
As Sharon rises to her feet, she suddenly feels something wrap around her neck. Gasping in pain, the crackling and sizzling denotes another piece of gold on a Velorian's skin. Catwoman unwrapped the chain around her fist and, using it like a garrote, the villainess twists the two ends together to strangle the blonde. At the same time, Catwoman takes a step backward and tugs on the chain, causing Sharon to fall backward, her butt stopping several inches above the floor as she dangles from the chain now choking her.
"Gurk - awk - st-stop it!" Sharon gasps, her fingers trying to slip between the chain and her neck. All she accomplishes is the transfer of more of her waning energy to the gold chain. Selina starts backing away from Suprema, dragging Sharon backward. Sharon can't get her feet under her, can't rise off the ground, she just dangles from her neck as she's pulled backward. The short feeling she had of returned strength fades quickly as the hellish precious metal leeches away that little bit of strength and energy.
An enraged Catwoman drags the stricken blonde across the floor of the cellar and pulls her up onto the long metal table. As Sharon struggles to remove the painful chain around her neck, Selina deftly pulls one of Sharon's arms to one side and tries to close a cuff around the woman's wrist. Selina can't complete her task - she's too busy choking Sharon and holding onto the woman's wrist to close the cuff. Frustrated, screaming with rage, Catwoman looks around her dungeon for some other way to subdue her prey.
As Catwoman's head turns from left to right, she suddenly sees Suprema standing about a foot away. Before the dominatrix can react, Suprema lashes out and lands a punch on Selina's jaw. The blow causes Catwoman to release Sharon. It also sends her flying three feet through the air to slam against a wall. As her body slides down the wall and her eyes close, Suprema staggers over toward the black-clad vixen. Barely able to stand herself, Suprema bends and grasps Catwoman's ankles and pulls her across the floor of the dungeon to the foot stocks.
"Mmnnnh, wh-what?" Selina gasps as she regains awareness. She looks up in time to see Suprema slam the stocks shut, pinning Selina's booted ankles in the stocks. After fixing a heavy padlock to the stocks, Suprema steps back a bit to look at Catwoman.
"I don't know why you did this to us," Suprema says, "but it's over. I better never see you again. You won't believe me now, Selina, but I've just saved your life. The beings who pull the strings behind the Germans are very, very dangerous. Had you contacted them and given Sharon and me to them, they would immediately kill you. If you value your life, don't let anyone know that you had any contact with us, Selina. I mean it, the Arions - the aliens who actually run this planet - will destroy you where you stand, as they've done to so many other humans."
Suprema wearily moves over to help Sharon off the table. As the Scribe wobbles on unsteady legs, she says, "c-costume - my costume . . . in the corner."
Suprema lets Sharon balance against the table and walks over to pick up the slim white and blue wafer. A flick of Suprema's wrist and Sharon's costume snaps into shape. Suprema helps her partner get dressed as Catwoman watches from her stocks. "Who ARE you people?" she asks incredulously.
As the two blondes start to leave the cellar, Suprema looks back at Catwoman and answers, "Someone you never want to see again, Selina."
* * * * *
Three stunning people brush past secretaries and petty functionaries into the office of the Gauleitier of New Danzig, Karl Messner. A striking black-haired woman in a full-length black leather coat led the way, followed by two equally-stunning blondes, one male, one female, also in full-length black leather coats stride across the office and stop less than a foot away from the imposing wooden desk.
"Mar-vel . . . uh, yes, miss," he asks, rising to his feet, "what are you doing here?"
"Herr . . . Messner?" she replies, aware that the humans in the outer office don't know that the chief administrator is an alien, "yes,Herr Messner, I've been sent here by our leader to resolve the problem of the blue-clad terrorist." She slides into a chair in front of the desk and the bottom part of her coat falls open, revealing her creamy white thighs and shiny black boots. One of her two companions companions closes the office door, then they also take seats and as their coats part, green tights and black boots are revealed.
"You? What?" the confused chief administrator stammers. "What do you mean?"
"The three agents sent earlier are to work directly with me. Vad-em, Len-dak and Mar-dak. We will hunt down the Protector and capture her," Mar-vel replies. "We will sweep this city until we find the little bitch - and her new friend, as well! And we will talk with that Beta who works for you - what is his name, Jubber?"
"Ja-ber is the little Beta's name, but here on Earth he's known as Jürgen Brucker, the head of the local Gestapo, a position of some importance in this city," the Prime replies, his voice now under control and very even. "Wait here a few moments while I have someone fetch them for you." He talks into an intercom briefly, then turns back toward his guests. "And how to you propose to accomplish this task, Number One?"
"The Valkyries here will take turns flying over the city and scanning it," Mar-vel explains. "They may even provoke the woman into appearing, if she hopes she can defeat them one at a time. However, the rest of the team will be watching our flying friend and can rush to his, or her aid once the Velorian makes her move."
"You do recall that both times she's been around these two," Kar-lem says, waving a hand toward the blonde Valkyries, "she's fled. And you expect her to reappear and battle one of them?"
"Of course," Mar-vel replies. "She must have some sense of honor. She can flee in terror from two Valkyries, but surely she will have enough courage or pride to attempt to defeat just one of them. And once we spot her, we will converge on her from the edges of the city and pin her to the ground."
The door to Messner's office bursts open and three very large and very muscular men, trailed by a *normal*-sized man, stomp into the office. The last man closes the door behind the group. Like the first three, all of these men are wearing long black leather coats - the universal mark of a Gestapo agent. But these men are not Germans, they're Arions. The smallest one is Jürgen Brucker, head of the localGestapo office and one of the most feared men in the city. He's also a Beta, which makes him the weakest person in the room. Anyone else in the room could crush him like a bug. Two of the other black-haired men, Len-dak and Mar-dak, are Arion Primes and twin brothers. They've been on the planet almost since Suprema appeared here and are anxious to return to the Fleet. The tallest of the newcomers, at six foot six inches, is a special kind of Prime called a *Destroyer*. Specially trained in a variety of hand-to-hand combat skills, Va-dem could probably defeat anyone else in the office with just his bare hands.
The small Beta greets the Arion woman by clicking his heels together and bowing slightly. "I've taken steps to help you capture the Velorian, Number One," he fawns. "Since she was on the whore-shuttle, I contacted Ken-ber - he's the Beta who collects women for the moon base. Ken-ber has given me a list of the places he visited last night to recruit the last batch of human sluts. The Protector was obviously in that group." He hands a sheet of paper to the Arion woman and smiles inwardly - his initiative will pay huge dividends soon, he believes.
"Excellent work, little one," Mar-vel says condescendingly. "Well, now that we're all here!" Mar-vel says, rising off her seat. "Here's how we'll hunt down the Velorians . . ."
* * * * *
Less than two minutes after the two Velorians climb the stairs from the cellar to the kitchen, Catwoman - Selina Kyle - shakes the cobwebs from her mind and looks at her situation. "Bitches put me in my own stocks!" she snarls to herself. In a rage, she slams her fists down on the top piece of wood - a two by four. She recoils in shock when her fists snap the wood in two places and the middle piece flies away from her. "How did . . .?" she asks herself as she slowly rises off the stocks. She stoops and gathers several of the golden necklaces which she had used to restrain the Velorians and quickly drops them when arcs of hot white light sparkles in her gloved hand and a wave of nausea washes over her. "What the . . .?" she mutters, wondering why the gold is reacting to her touch as it did when it touched her *guests*.
Stepping carefully due to the missing heel on one boot, the villainess begins to climb the steps herself when she hears the faint sounds of the back door opening. Running up the steps two at a time, on the balls of her feet, Catwoman bursts into the now-empty kitchen, a golden necklace wrapped around the knuckles on each hand. She notices the cellar door snap its hinges and topple onto the kitchen table but doesn't stop to consider what's she's just done. She turns slowly around the kitchen and listens intently for movement in the house.
"GONE!" she hisses, turning toward the back door. She looks outside and watches as the two blondes slowly rise into the air, each carrying a suitcase with their few clothes and other possessions. Catwoman flings open the door and steps gingerly out onto the icy back porch. "COME BACK AND FIGHT!" she taunts the flying women. Each looks back at Kyle, then looks away as they into the mid-day sky. "GET BACK DOWN HERE," she screams, "THIS ISN'T FINISHED!"
As Catwoman stands on the icy wooden porch, shaking in rage, the two flying woman disappear over the tops of nearby buildings. "It's not finished!" Catwoman says, pounding one fist against the porch railing. Again, the thick piece of wood splinters under her pounding and slivers of wood fly away from her hand. One piece strikes Catwoman's cheek and bounces off, leaving no mark. Stunned, Catwoman turns and limps back into the house. "It's not finished!" she says, looking at her fist as her other hand explores her cheek.
"Hmmm. Not even a scratch!" she thinks. "How is that possible?" Inside her body, the golden fluid she sucked from Suprema's breast continues to alter her physiology, giving her some of Suprema's amazing powers.
* * * * *
"Where do we go?" Power Woman asks Suprema as the two blondes slowly fly across the city, hugging the rooftops.
"Oh, I'm so tired," Suprema says. "I don't know, Power Woman. I guess we should return to the Conroys," she says wearily. "I just can't think of anything else."
"Okay, but where are they?" Power Woman asks. "Remember, they had to flee their apartment - I had to leave my stuff behind, too."
"Oh, gods, yes, I forgot," Suprema says. Suddenly she drops down onto a nearby rooftop and settles down on her butt. Power Woman lands beside the blue-clad figure and gasps when the Planetary Protector suddenly lowers her head and begins to sob. Power Woman kneels beside her companion and gently wraps an arm around the woman's shoulder.
"I hate this crazy world, this crazy dimension," Suprema sobs, her body convulsing. "I never wanted to be here - I was supposed to be learning about the job from a real Protector. I wasn't supposed to be the only Protector left in the Universe! The damned Arions and those Valkyries have been hunting me and hurting me since I got here. I keep losing friends - that Black guy in Haiti, the Warrior Maidens, and now the Conroys. And now I don't know where we should go!"
Desperate to console her friend, Power Woman settles on the rooftop beside the other woman. "Let's just sit here a few minutes, Suprema," she says. "We can use the time to recover from that Catwoman creature."
"You don't understand," Suprema replies, rubbing tears from her eyes. She looks over at the blonde in the white and blue costume. "We can recover, sure, Power Woman, but look at my breasts!" She cups her hands under her blue-covered breasts. Her lovely breasts should be taut round 38Ds but now they look like sagging 34Bs from the gold poisoning and combat earlier in the day with Arions. Velorian Protectors are bred to be love slaves and power sources for a superior race called gods by the Velorians. Protector bodies have been bio-engineered to allow them to store massive amounts of energy in their breasts. Suprema is clearly suffering from a loss of stored energy. "I need heat, natural heat, to restore my energy, Power Woman. I need lots of energy, NOW!"
"Well, look," Power Woman suggests, "why don't you give me your bag. I'll change back into some of the clothes we still have and go back to that sewer where we met with those - what were they? Republican Army? Anyway, I can remember a bit, once I find the location of the Conroy's apartment. I'll see if I can find the Conroys or the Republicans and you go get some more energy. Look, there, about three miles off - see it? Those power lines should help you. Come to think of it," Power Woman says, looking down at her own breasts, "I guess I could do with a bit more energy, too. My breasts are little more than a pair of bumps on my chest!" Her own 36D breasts have in fact shrunk to 32Bs from gold poisoning.
"I'm amazed we have any energy left," Suprema says, looking at her friend. "Let's find some cover and we can spend the rest of the afternoon resting. I don't want to fly to that electrical plant in daylight. Who knows what the Arions might do. I'll head over there tonight and you can see if you can find the Conroys, okay?"
Sharon nods and together the two severely-weakened super women move under an overhang on the rooftop. They sit on the wet, snow-covered rooftop and wrap arms around each other. Suprema's head drops onto Power Woman's shoulder and in seconds, the vaunted Planetary Protector falls into a deep, exhausted sleep.
"Sleep, little one," the older Velorian says to her companion. "I think things are going to get worse before they get better."
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