"I think there's a better way to catch the Velorians, Lady Mar-vel," says the head of the German secret police or Gestapo for New Danzig. After listening to the plan proposed by the Deputy Commander of Arion Forces in the Sol system, the Arion Beta named Ja-ber, known to humans as Jurgen Brucker, knows that he has to tread lightly here and watch what he says when he criticizes Mar-vel's plan. Her fury has killed more than a few Betas in the past fifty years.
"Oh, really?" Mar-vel says, turning toward the Beta. "And what great plan do you have, little man?" She takes a step toward the Beta, increasing her intimidation effect. She's in her *battle uniform* - shiny black knee-high boots, a black LeatherEx © 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. Others in the room look lustfully at her magnificent body. Others include two of the so-called Valkyries, Velorians who have been duped into aiding the Arions. There are also several other Arion Primes in the room.
"Well, my lady," Ja-ber begins nervously, "first, there's no need for the Valkyries to expend their energy flying over the city. We can get several drones - small, flying craft with cameras and sensors - from the German Army. I've seen them and they can hover over parts of the city for eight to ten hours. There is a German security division in the area and it has eight of the drones in its Aufklarung or scout unit.
"Also, let's look at her past behavior," he continues more confidently, rising from his seat and moving toward a map of New Danzig. "She's been spotted downtown at the Reichsbank and at the train station. Also at this power plant, here," he points to places on the map of the city. "But most of the sightings have been, uh, yes, here, on the upper west side of the city in one of the low income housing areas."
"So what?" interrupts Kar-lem. This Arion Prime is known on Earth as Karl Messner, Gauleitier or chief administrator of the city. He's tried and failed to capture the two Velorians. He wants not only to capture the women, but to get the CREDIT for their capture. So, unfortunately, he NEEDS Ja-ber's plan to succeed.
"Well, sir," Ja-ber replies, shuffling his feet nervously, "in this cold weather, the infrared sensors on the drones should be able to easily spot a Velorian - she won't be affected as much by the cold so she should radiate more heat than a normal human. And we may assume that she's most likely to be located in the housing area and is most likely to return to one of the utility plants, where she was seen to draw energy from the main lines. So we pull our Betas and Primes away from this housing area and the city's power plants and use the drones to look for bright heat sources there. If we spot one, we focus the camera lens on the object to see what it is. If it looks like one of them, we send in a Valkyrie or two, carrying one or more Primes. I can also send a task force of humans equipped with gold chains I've had made up. The Velorians won't know that their movements are being tracked by these small flying drones. We can be on them before they can escape."
After staring at the little Beta for a few moments, Mar-vel nods and says, "Yes, you're right, that is a better way to find them, Ja-ber. Make it so."
"Yes, my lady, it shall be done at once!" Ja-ber replies, clicking his boot heels together and leaving the room.
"How do you tolerate his insolence?" Vad-em asks Kar-lem. Vad-em is one of an elite group of Arion Marines - bred and trained as super soldiers able to battle and even defeat a Protector. He's probably the most powerful Prime in the room, although Mar-vel could certainly give him a run for his money, too.
"I often wonder that, myself," Kar-lem replies. "I'd have beaten him senseless already but Duk-em, and even I, have come to respect the little man's brain. He's very good as far as it goes, for a Beta."
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As the sun slowly sets over the city formerly called New York, snow continues to fall in heavy wet flakes. Cold air from Canada and a low pressure cell off the coast creates a classic winter storm, dumping inches of snow on the city. On a rooftop in the upper west side, the three-inch thick mantle of snow suddenly stirs and a woman rises from under the white blanket. "Rao!" Shay-ron groans. A Scribe from the planet Velor, she has been here on Earth for the last year trying to ferret out evidence of Arion infestation. Since joining forces with young Cai-Trin, a Velorian Planetary Protector from another dimension, she's had nothing but pain and trouble.
Shay-ron, wearing the white and blue costume of a Scribe, looks blearily at the snow beside her, then nudges a nearby mound. "C-Cai!" she says, "come on, sister, wake up!" Shay-ron calls herself Power Woman when in her uniform, Sharon Best when she's disguised as a human.
"NNnnhhh," the white mound moans. Slowly, Cai-Trin rises up to a seated position, her body (like Power Woman's) is covered in snow (in front) and bits of gravel (on her back). She's wearing the blue, red and yellow costume of the Planetary Protector known on this Earth as Suprema. Both she and Power Woman just this morning escaped from the clutches of a human named Selina Kyle. Kyle not only tortured the two Velorians with deadly gold, draining them of their super energy. She also managed to injest some of Suprema's energy by suckling her and thereby gaining some of the Velorian's super powers. The two Velorians are dangerously weakened from the loss of their fantastic, other-worldly energy.
"Ohhh," Suprema groans, rubbing the side of her head with one hand as she sits beside Power Woman, "I had hoped that that was all just a bad dream." She looks down at her breasts, the reservoirs of her sun-fed energy. Her once taut 38Ds are now soft and sagging 34Bs from all the energy she's lost to Kyle. "It must have snowed all day, Power Woman. I still feel so weak!"
"I know, Suprema," Power Woman replies, slowly rising to her feet. "Even if there was any sunlight to recharge us, it's too weak with all this snow! Come on, we've got to see if we can find your friends. We need to warn them about Kyle!" After draining some of Suprema's energy and gaining super strength and invulnerability from the Velorian, Kyle has become a dangerous villainess.
Suprema slowly rises to her feet, sways briefly, and looks around at other rooftops with half-closed eyes. A thick blanket of snow lies on every roof and visibility is less than fifty feet - unless like Suprema you have super vision. "Let's split up, Power Woman," Suprema says to her companion. "I'm going to that electric plant over there," she says, pointing off into the darkness. "I'll meet you at that building where we left your stuff."
"Okay," Power Woman replies. She's rummaging through two small bags of clothing the women took when they fled Kyle's brothel. "I'm going to cover up with some of these clothes we took," she says, holding up a short blue silk dress and a short cloth coat. "I'll see if I can find where your friends went. I'll meet you at that building they were in at, oh, how about at dawn?"
"Oh, okay, dawn it is, Power Woman," Suprema says, leaping into the twilight sky. Behind her, Power Woman removes her gloves, leotard and cape and slips into the dress. She rolls up the tops of her *buccaneer*-style boots to cover her knees and slips into the cloth coat. "At least the blue boots go with the blue dress," she says, looking down at herself. The mid-thigh dress is a bit fancy for this working-class neighborhood but she and Suprema didn't have time to be selective when they fled Kyle's brothel - they took what clothes and accessories they could.
As a last touch, she retrieves a long black wig from one bag and dons it. Now dressed as Sharon Best, Power Woman picks up the two valises she and Suprema took from Kyle's place and heads to the edge of the roof. She easily leaps off the roof and glides down to land in the alley below. In moments, she's trudging through the deepening snow along the sidewalk, headed toward the rooming house where she last saw the Conroys (Suprema's friends).
* * * * *
"Josh, sweetie, can you please come over to the house," a sultry voice purrs over the phone. "And bring along two or three of your friends - I have some work that requires a lot of muscles."
"Sure, Selina, me and some of the lads can be there just after sundown, if that's okay with you," Josh Kelly replies. An expert forger, he's also a member of the *Fighting 69th* cell of the American Republican Army, a guerrilla group fighting Nazi occupation of the eastern half of the U.S. "And how are *our* girls doing, then?" he asks. He took Suprema and Power Woman to Kyle's a few days back to hide from the Nazis.
"Those women are just fantastic," Kyle gushes. "Fine doesn't begin to describe them," she says, avoiding a direct answer.
"Well, we'll see you around six-thirty, then," Kelly says, ending the connection.
"Yes, my pretty, pretty," Kyle says after the man hangs up, "and I hope you'll be a good lure to bring those women back here!" Kyle hangs up the phone herself then looks down at the half-dozen golden chains lying on her kitchen table. Most of the chains are loot from her former life as a cat burglar, stolen from museums or people who have grown rich from the German occupation of the U.S.
She's wearing her new *Catwoman* costume, a shiny black PVC catsuit, thigh-high stiletto-heel boots, elbow-length leather gloves, and a shiny black vinyl mask which covers the top half of her face - with two small cat-like ears on either side of the mask. Catwoman reaches down and grabs one of the larger golden chains and immediately drops it, shaking her hand to relieve the burning pain in her palm and fingers.
"How can I use these to restrain those two when I can't handle the stuff myself!" she wonders aloud. Since absorbing Suprema's energy, she's gained strength and invulnerability, but also a Velorian's weakness to gold. She can't use the gold chains to tie up the Velorians if she can't even pick them up! She casually waves one gloved hand over the gold, maybe two inches away from it, and sparks of energy arc from her palm to the gold, causing her to jerk her hand away and stamp one heel in disgust. "Damn! I've got to find some way to be able to handle this or I'll never recapture those two women!"
* * * * *
"Damned Beta!" Vad-em mutters under his breath. "*Sorry Lady Mar-vel*, *Not today, Lady Mar-vel*, *Just a temporary setback, Lady Mar-vel*," he says sarcastically, "Little Beta bastard! You make excuses for not getting the drones and we Primes must pay the price! I'll break your back myself when this is over!" the Arion Marine gripes to himself. He picks up the tachyon rifle beside his seat and leaves the warm duty shed to walk a patrol around the perimeter of the electrical power plant. Suprema had visited this plant a few weeks ago to steal energy from the wires so the most powerful of the Arion forces in New Danzig was sent here in case she returns.
Ja-ber had hoped to get drones up over the city, but weather and administrative paperwork meant that the unmanned aerial vehicles wouldn't fly until tomorrow at the earliest. The flustered Beta then suggested to Mar-vel that at least one Prime be sent to each power plant, just in case. And one of the Valkyries could fly over the low-income housing area on the upper west side where the Velorians had been seen in the past. Half-measures, he admits to Mar-vel, but they are only temporary.
As Vad-em sullenly walks around the perimeter of the utility plant, heavy wet snow continues to fall, dropping visibility to less than twenty feet. He occasionally looks up and around with his super vision but sees nothing. As he turns back toward the security shack, a wraith-like vision of beauty slowly descends toward the plant.
Suprema slowly floats down toward one of the utility towers carrying electricity from the plant to the city. "Last time, I used one of those thick main lines and almost lost consciousness from the energy. This time," she decides, "I'll siphon off a little bit at a time from one of the secondary lines." She glides silently over to a secondary tower and hovers with her hands just above one of the secondary lines. With her super vision, she burns away some of the insulation around a wire in two places, then slowly places a hand on each section of exposed wire, completing a circuit between the two bare spots through her super body.
"nnnnNNHHHH!!" Suprema grunts as hundreds of watts of electricity flow into her alien super body. Unlike the spectacular pyrotechnic display the last time she stole energy from a power line, this time there are fewer rogue sparks - most of the energy is flowing smoothly into her left hand, through her body and back into the wire through her right hand. Her hair DOES stand out from her body and she shudders as the energy surges through her body, but even in her weakened state, she welcomes the slight pain and discomfort. "MMmmmhhh, I - I can feel the POWER!" she exults as the power continues to rush through her body.
On the ground below, Vad-em's keen hearing senses the crackle and sizzle above his head. He looks upward and as his super vision cuts through the falling snow, he gasps at the sight of the stunning blonde hanging off the electric line. From his position, he can see up her short red skirt, can see her body twitching, and he can see her nether lips starting to leak moisture as the energy rush stimulates her body. The Velorian super bitch! The spreading wet stain between her legs causes his own body to respond with a growing erection.
"No time to call for help!" he rashly decides. Vad-em rushes to the tower nearest the Velorian and leaps high into the air, landing halfway to the top of the tower. Another leap and he's just a few feet below Suprema. The blonde is totally oblivious to his presence - she's lost in the reverie of regaining her energy and the fine sexual stimulation the steady, thrumming vibration of current passing through her body is causing. Her eyes are closed and her head slowly rocks from side to side as mighty energies pour into her alien body.
Vad-em aims his rifle carefully, targeting her forehead. "One shot and I can knock her off the line, then a few more shots and she's done!" he gloats as he aims his rifle. A second later and a stream of concentrated tachyon particles spurts from the end of the rifle and the super-charged energy hits Suprema on her bare forehead. The powerful blast causes her to shriek in pain and release the power line. She plunges down to land on the ground on her belly. Her body shudders convulsively from the aftershock of absorbing so much energy.
Vad-em leaps off the tower and as he plummets toward the Velorian, he again fires his rifle at her, sending another powerful stream of energy at the woman's back, hitting the large yellow *S* on her red cape. The mighty blast slams the woman down onto her belly and grinds her body into the hard ground. Just as the tachyon blast ends, Vad-em's two heavy boots hit the heroine's back, just above each shoulder blade. She shrieks in pain from his vicious attack. Her super body isn't fully recovered from the strain of absorbing the electrical energy, now it must absorb punishment from the rifle and the man's physical attack.
As Suprema struggles weakly to rise to her hands and knees, Vad-em reaches down to grab the end of her cape. Holding it tightly, he kicks the blonde in her side, causing her body to fly into the air and forcing air from her lungs in a loud *WOOF*. She falls to the ground at his feet, on her butt and facing away from him, dangling from her cape. Vad-em gives her no time to recover; once again he drives the tip of his boot into her back, just above her yellow belt. Again her body tries to fly away from him but once again his firm grasp on her cape causes her to snap back toward the Prime.
The man easily lifts the stricken woman up and grabs her from behind in a bear hug, clasping his hands together just below her breasts. Smiling evilly, the powerful Marine yanks his hands upward against her breastbone, causing Suprema to cry out in pain as the man crushes her chest. She tries to pry the man's hands off her body but Vad-em, again and again, squeezes the breath out of the blonde by jerking her from side to side. "Can't . . . give her time to . . . recover," he gasps to himself.
As her arms fall to her sides, Vad-em shifts his hands down to around her hips and tosses her torso higher and higher onto his left shoulder. With her waist firmly imprisoned in his powerful hands, Vad-em raises the woman and tilts her backward slightly, then falls onto his back. Just seconds before his own back hits the ground, Suprema's neck and head smash into the rock-hard frozen concrete of the utility plant. *EEEEEEE!!* Suprema screams as terrible pain rips through her neck - it feels like her neck has been broken by his body slam.
Before she can recover, Vad-em scrambles to his feet and he again wraps his hands around the woman's waist, but this time when he lifts her body, her legs are up in the air and her head is below his crotch. Vad-em leaps into the air and lands on his butt with his legs spread, and again her blond head hits the ground first, pinned between the man's powerful thighs. As the top of her head shatters the concrete beneath her, her eyes briefly flutter from the pain of this piledriver. Normally, these attacks wouldn't have hurt her but in her energy-depleted state, her super body can't absorb even this low level of punishment.
Vad-em lets the woman fall forward, landing on her belly again, with her head between his powerful thighs. Vad-em grabs a clump of blond tresses and rises her head off the ground, then wraps his thick thighs around her head. As he leans back, balancing on his hands, his mighty thighs tighten around her head in a scissors. He twists his waist, turning her head in a way that causes the woman to shriek from intense pain. As Vad-em's muscular thighs continue to crush Suprema's head, his penis responds to her weak cries by getting larger and larger, stretching his black LeatherEx © body suit.
Vad-em shakes his legs from side to side, tossing the blonde around like a rag doll. "I'll snap your neck, you bitch!" he hisses at his victim. Even as she flails her arms in a vain attempt to try to stop his blistering attack, Vad-em grabs her wrists and pulls them together, her arms bending backward on the outside of his thighs. With her palms turned outward, Suprema's arms cannot bend the way he's moving them. The Prime continues to crush her arms together, wrapping them around his thick thighs, straining her arms severely.
"AAAIIIEEEE!!" Suprema screams as she feels her arms being pulled from the shoulder sockets. "S-stop . . . n-no more!" she begs but Vad-em just laughs at her discomfort and presses her arms closer together. Sounds of steel being subjected to terrible strains rip across the utility plant compound, punctuated by Suprema's screams and moans. She needs much more time to recover but Vad-em's vicious attack doesn't give her enough time!
"AAAIIIEEEE!! You're breaking . . . my aaaAAARRRMMMSS!" she cries as the Prime continues to press her arms together. Suddenly she manages to shift her shoulders just enough for her arms to turn. Her new position allows her to bend her arms and they snap together under Vad-em's relentless pressure. His grip is still painful but Suprema doesn't have to worry about her arms breaking from being bent the wrong way around his thick thighs.
As the man continues to press her arms down across his meaty thighs, Suprema manages to rise her head slightly to fire a stream of her heat vision into the man's crotch. Vad-em suddenly releases Suprema's arms as his own hands rush towards his crotch. His powerful scissors on her head is released as well, and as the man rolls onto one side, nursing his balls and howling in pain, Suprema manages to pull away from the man and slowly rise to her hands and knees.
Suprema pants for breath as she balances on her hands and knees, her head hanging down and her golden tresses dragging on the snowy field, trying to recover from the Prime Marine's savage attack. He gives her no respite - Vad-em holds his balls with one hand and picks up the tachyon rifle in his other hand. Grunting and cursing the woman, he fires a stream of the hyper-agitated heavy particles at the top of the blonde's head. The impack sends her skidding backward on her knees on the ground, her hands covering the top of her head in a vain attempt to ease the pain there. She finally slides to a stop and settles on her boot heels, facing Vad-em some ten feet away. Her eyes flutter as she tries to focus on the man.
Suddenly Vad-em levels the rifle and fires another blast at the heroine, this time hitting her washboard abs, just below her breasts. With another *WOOF* the heroine flies backward to slam against a wall of one of the generating plants. Her legs spread before her, her back against the concrete wall of the plant, she can barely keep her head up as the Prime rises and walks toward her. "No - no more," she begs, holding the palm of her left hand toward the menacing man. Vad-em just smiles as he waits for the rifle to cycle through to another round of space-ship killing energy.
Vad-em stops about five feet from Suprema and again aims the rifle at her forehead. She looks up at him and tries - tries so very hard! to focus her heat vision on the weapon, but her head is spinning too much. The weapon hummmmms and another spurt of heavy tachyon particles fly from the muzzle toward the woman's head. She tries to move out of the way but when the first of the particles slam into her forehead, they force her head into the concrete wall. Her head bangs against the wall and shudders under the tachyon impact, then slumps forward onto her chest when the stream finally stops. She seems to sag as her body slides slightly down the concrete wall. Her eyes close and the woman loses consciousness from the terrible beating Vad-em's given her magnificent body.
Vad-em looks around himself, hoping to gloat about his victory to someone, anyone, but the human guards and plant workers have all fled, aware that the last time there was a battle at a utility plant, everyone was slaughtered. "Damn cowards!" Vad-em spits at the absent troops. "Ja-ber said those men were reliable! HAH! First sign of battle and they flee. Well, I can still work the radio and call for help!" he says to himself as he strides toward the small guard shack some one hundred feet away.
Vad-em is almost at the entrance to the guard shack when something slams into his back, driving him into and through the shack. Amidst sounds of metal crashing into metal, his super-hard body smashes the Earth-made radio equipment and the Arion's tachyon rifle flies out of his hands from the impact. After travelling some twenty feet, his body hits the ground and snowplows through the thick white blanket on the ground before finally grinding to a halt. "NNhhh!" he grunts, "NOW WHAT!?" He rises up on one hand and looks around. "No - not possible!" he exclaims as he spots Suprema lying some ten feet away, her arms and legs splayed out, her face buried in the snow.
The Prime slowly rises to his feet, arching his back to ease the pain in the small of his back. "Damn BITCH!" he spits at the blonde as she struggles up to her hands and knees. Vad-em leaps at the woman and *pancakes* onto her back, driving her body to the ground. His left arm reaches down and passes under her body, so that his arm is against the front of her thighs. His right arm slips down and wraps around the front of her neck. Before she can react, Vad-em pulls his arms together, bowing the heroine's back as he tries to bring the back of her head between her thighs.
"AAAIIIEEEEE!!!" Suprema screams as incredible pain lances through her back. Maybe attacking the Prime wasn't such a good idea! "S-SSSTTOOOPPPPPP!!! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEE!!" she cries. Vad-em laughs darkly at her plight.
"Damn right, you cow!" he gloats. "I will shove your head up your ass if I can, you bitch!" he says, redoubling his efforts to break her back. Suprema struggles to stop him, her arms lash out at the man, but she's too weak to stop his cruel intentions. Then, amazingly, the man can't bow her back any farther. Vad-em sweats, strains, but the woman's harder-than-steel body won't bend any more! Desperate to defeat the woman, he begins to rock her, and as first her pussy, then her breast touches the cold concrete, the woman cries and moans from the pain she's enduring in her thighs, back and shoulders.
"Nnnnh, n-no mooorre!" she begs just before her eyes close once more. Only the loss of consciousness can ease the pain ripping through her body from the man's brutal hold. As she goes limp, Vad-em releases the woman's legs and rises to his knees to look at the woman lying before him, at his mercy. Strands of her golden hair lie on the snow and across her cheek, her eyes are closed, her arms lay limply on the snow.
"YES!" Vad-em gloats. "I've taken down a Protector!" Quickly the man removes her yellow belt and again bows her backward so that her wrists are near her red-booted ankles. He swiftly and expertly hogties her wrists and ankles together with the indestructable fabric of her own costume. As he rises to his feet, he rolls the woman onto one side and stares down at his lovely captive. "Before I call for help, I'm going to enjoy a little of you, Protector," he says grimly.
Vad-em lifts the unconscious woman by her hair and by the belt restraining her ankles and wrists and tosses her over his shoulder. As her belly hits his collarbone, she groans from the new strain on her body. The Prime carries the Velorian back to the guard shack but, after looking into the small building and finding no suitable place to rape her, he heads toward one of the power generating buildings. Vad-em quickly kicks the door and it flies off its hinges as he carries his load into the room. Suprema is dropped onto a table and again she groans as her strained arms and legs bounce on the table top. Vad-em laughs at the helpless woman as he slips out of his body suit, lowering it down to his knees.
As she starts to regain consciousness, Suprema can feel Vad-em's hands playing with her depleted breasts, kneading them as if brute force is some kind of aphrodesiac. Her nipples are little more than tiny bumps on her chest. He stops crushing her terribly-shrunken breasts long enough to roll her onto her belly with her crotch at one side of the table. As the woman moans, Vad-em roughly slides aside the thin wedge of blue fabric covering her sex. One of his hands quickly begins tromboning his manhood to expand the erection already forming. His other hand roughly drags a finger across the lips of her vagina, teasing her clit, trying to cause her lubrication to increase. Her body betrays her and juices begin to form in her love canal as the man's tool grows and grows.
"Now, let's see if this will tame you," he snarls at his captive before RAMMING his long, wide penis between her nether lips.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!" she screams as his tool hammers against her body. He rams her harder and harder but only the tip of his tool penetrates her nether lips. In desperation, the Prime grabs her hips with both hands and thrusts his hips forward. As a sound like metal ripping through metal fills the small building, Suprema screams like an animal.
"Great Ghu, you're a VIRGIN!" Vad-em gasps as his tool finally rips through her last defenses and plows into her love channel. As blood trickles down her butt, the man slowly pulls his bloody tool out of the sobbing Protector. Her body bounces on her belly as she cries, more from shame than pain. Vad-em stares at his fortune - he's the first Prime to have deflowered a Protector in centuries! "Can't tell Duk-em, or anyone else about this!" he says ruefully. Half the glory is in the telling after a great victory. "Frak, I'm going to tell 'em anyway!" he decides.
Suprema continues to gasp and moan as the Marine slides his tool in and out of her body faster and faster, until faint wisps of steam rise from between her legs as friction vaporizes her bodily fluids. The more he drives into her, the harder and bigger his tool becomes. Now over fourteen inches in length and four inches wide at the base, he's amazed that the little Protector's pussy can hold his entire tool, but he is able to drive it entirely into her! Well, after all, Protectors were designed to service gods! His hands slide forward from her hips to grab her two small breasts, which he proceeds to squeeze like sponges.
"AAAIIEEEE!!" she screams, her body hammering her mind with pain and pleasure. She thought she would die when her maidenhood burst but it's just one more source of pain wracking her weakened super body. Every time the man's thighs slam into her hips, his tool drives deeper and deeper into her. As his coarse penis abrades the walls of her sex, she's further stimulated and more lubrication fills her body, only to burn off from the friction of his attack. She's finally reduced to just moaning "nnHHHnnnHHHnnnHHHnnnHHHnnnHHH" as the man plows her pussy. Despite the terrible pain, she can feel a mighty orgasm building in her loins. She fears that such a powerful release will further drain her of her powers.
And yet . . . Suprema senses that even though she's terribly weakened, since the man entered her, since she began to get aroused by his grotesque tool, she feels a bit stronger. And the more aroused she gets, the more the pain eases and the stronger she feels! Not anywhere near her normal power levels, but still . . .
As the Marine's assault continues, the scent of wild flowers and honey suddenly fills the room. Vad-em's eyes glaze over as his senses reel from the powerful aphrodesiac effect of her pheromones on his libido. His impossibly-large penis seems to swell as her sweet scent fills his nostrils and desire fills his brain. The weak screams and cries of the woman further fuel his lust. "Nnnnhh, s-sooon!" he gasps through clenched jaws as he feels a massive orgasm building. "YesssSSSS!!" he hisses as his body shoots its load into the Protector and he arches his back, as if he's trying to drive his huge tool even further into the woman. His fluids pour into the woman's body with such power that he has to hold her hips tightly lest she fly off his tool and across the room.
"NnnnNNOOOAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!!" Suprema screams as her own orgasm occurs just after his, caused in part by his juices pumping into her body. Her chin drops onto the cold metal of the table and both the man and woman seem to be frozen, locked together at the waist, she on her belly on the edge of the table, him standing behind her. His teeth are tightly clenched together and her body shudders as aftershocks from the orgasm wrack her body.
Vad-em gives her no time to recover. He pulls out of her and spins her around so that her mouth is inches from his manhood. "Clean it, Velorian!" he commands as he rubs the tip of his tool against her lips. She tries to use her newfound energy to resist but the Prime grabs a handful of blond hair and lifts it up even as his other hand cruelly pinches her lower jaw and pulls it down. Still too beaten and spent to resist, her mouth reluctantly opens and Vad-em slips his slimy tool into her mouth. "Clean it all, you cow, and don't even think about biting down, or I will put the rifle up your hole and fire until your eyes glow. Understand!?"
"Mmphnh, yes," Suprema struggles to say as the thick, juicy tool pushes through her lips. She gamely sucks the juices off the man and nearly gags at the thought of what's she's doing. "Oh, Rao, I feel so dirty," she thinks as the Prime continues to slide his tool in and out of her mouth. She is, after all, barely over sixteen Earth years old even though she looks like she's twenty. And this is her first real experience in intercourse. But she also knows now that by deflowering her, Vad-em has unleashed a unique power of Protectors, the ability to use orgasms to generate energy. Just as a Zen master can use a long period of reflection to fill his body with inner peace and calm, so too can a Protector use prolonged sexual arousal and orgasmic release to fill her body with energy!
Thus, even as Vad-em's tool slathers in and out of her mouth, Suprema can feel some of her strength returning as her incredible physique recovers from the damages he's done and generates its own unique energy. "M-maybe . . ." she thinks to herself as she licks the last of the juices off his tool, "maybe he'll give me enough energy to recover."
"Good job, cunt," Vad-em says as he backs away from the Velorian. His tool is once again ready to go, and he can think of nothing better than raping his victim again. The Prime spins the blonde around on her belly so that he again can penetrate her pussy. "Now for the ride of your life, bitch!" he taunts the girl as he rams his long, wide tool into her vagina. Just moments after sliding in and out of her, Vad-em smiles when he hears her moan (in pleasure, he believes). The man speeds up his mechanical in-and-out motion until his hips are a dark blur and smoke steadily pumps out of her body from the friction of his assault. Again the small room is flooded with the scent of wild flowers and honey.
Suprema gasps as another powerful orgasm rips through her super body. She's given no time to absorb and revel in the glow of newly generated energy though as the cruel Marine keeps driving into her again and again. Having shot his load, he's got considerably more endurance available this time, despite the tight warm feel of her vagina and the heady scent of her pheromones. In fact, the two sensations probably make his tool even harder and spur him to work faster. And the Marine is too dumb to realize that he's helping the woman more than he's hurting her!
During the several minutes before he finally has his orgasm, Vad-em gives Suprema more than half a dozen powerful orgasmic explosions. Each one helps her build up more energy even though some is lost with each orgasmic release. She just rides dully at the end of his penis, sliding forward and back on the cold metal table as Vad-em slides in and out of her super body. Her head lolls on the table and a thin trickle of drool tracks across her cheek. Her golden hair lies in wet stringy strands across her body and the table. Suddenly her head snaps up, her back arches, and she cries out, "mMMMNNHHHAAAAIIIEEEE!!" as yet another mind-blowing orgasm assaults her body.
Vad-em finally begins ramming her at an incredibly rapid pace. His eyes slowly close, his teeth grind together, and he clenches Suprema's hips so tightly that his fingertips leave bruises in her indestructible hide. His jaw tightens and his eyes close as his second orgasm finally arrives. This time, as he pumps jism into the weakened heroine, he arches his back and sags slightly, drained from the two powerful orgasms. As his gusher finally slows, he backs away from the heroine, then leans forward to place his hands on the table on either side of her body.
"Ghu, I can't believe how good that felt!" he pants. "I don't think I'll ever want human females after this! NNnnngh, gonna take a while before I can do her again." Vad-em rises from the table and once again swings Suprema around so that her mouth is near his tool. He rubs it against her lips and when she doesn't respond, he slaps her cheek with a loud <CRACK>. Slowly her eyes open and she moans when she sees his huge limp penis before her. Grudgingly she opens her lips and grunts when Vad-em rams his slimy dick into her mouth. Once again she is humiliated and forced to clean his and her juices from his tool.
"You won't need much more training, bitch," he snaps at the blonde as he backs away from her. As he steps back, her head falls forward over the edge of the table and her once-lustrous yellow hair drops down over the side of the table. Vad-em smiles at the beaten heroine as he pulls up his bodysuit. And even though she can feel her strength returning, Suprema is thoroughly beaten, both physically and mentally. Once again the Prime grabs her yellow belt and uses it to lift her off the table. Carrying her by the belt, which still binds together her wrists and ankles, he grins as she gasps and moans from the painful stresses this puts on her body.
"Rao," Suprema thinks to herself as she's carried across the floor of the plant toward the kicked-in door. "If only I <nngh> had a few minutes to <nngh> rest, regain some of <nngh> my energy!"
When they reach the doorway, Vad-em drops the woman onto the ground and picks up the handset for the phone on the wall. He places a quick call to Ja-ber to tell him that the Velorian has been captured. Ja-ber tells Vad-em, "I'll have a team there in less than fifteen minutes. They will take the Velorian into custody. Just keep her restrained until they get there."
"Yeah, sure," the Prime snarls into the phone. "Just be sure your people get here soon. I want to get out of this stinking hole and back to the base." After hanging up the phone, Vad-em decides that a few more shots from his rifle should keep her quiet until the humans arrive. And taking shots at her, watching her bounce and cringe and moan, well, that might be fun! A quick look confirms that the woman seems to be almost unconscious - she's lying on the floor on her belly, immobilized by her own belt. Vad-em thinks about kicking her but then decides to save his energy - the rifle will do more than enough damage.
"I've heard that Velorian Protectors, like our own women, store their energy in their breasts," he says to himself as he leaves the plant. As he walks toward the destroyed guard shack and his rifle, he thinks, "that bitch's teats were not much more than little bumps on her chest. She must be all out of her infamous Velorian energy. Sure didn't give ME much of a fight!"
As the sound of Vad-em's boots crunching on the snow recede into the distance, Suprema struggles to stay conscious. "Nnnhh, just . . . sooo weak!" she thinks. Although every muscle in her body screams in pain, she begins rocking in place, first her left leg and arm going forward and her right side going backward, then the reverse. After just a second, her left wrist slips out of the binding belt. Vad-em had loosened the belt by using it to carry her around and by his violent rape.
After freeing her left wrist, Suprema quickly frees her right wrist and her legs fall to the ground; pain stabs her thighs as her legs straighten. She rolls onto her back and then uses her arms to lift herself to a seated position. Gritting her teeth against the pain and temptation to just lie back and sleep, Suprema manages to pull her belt off her ankles, freeing her red boots. Suprema slowy turns sideways and uses the door jamb to help herself rise to her feet, holding her belt in her right hand.
Through barely-open eyes, her super vision shows Vad-em bending over to retrieve his tachyon rifle. "Nnnhh. C-can't fight him any more. G-gotta go!" she says to herself. Suprema takes two painful steps through the open doorway and leaps into the air. After rising a few feet into the air, her head begins to swim and instead of flying upward, as she should, she flies parallel to the ground only a few feet above it, slewing from side to side, too fatigued to control her flying ability.
Suddenly Vad-em shouts a curse and a stream of tachyons flashes past her face. As the woman nears the electrified fence around the utility plant, Vad-em races across the compound, hoping to recapture the woman before she can fly away. Suprema slowly rises as she nears the fence and gets halfway across it when her boots are suddenly grabbed by Vad-em's huge hands. The two drop to the ground - Vad-em inside the fence, Suprema's belly on the top of the fence.
As soon as Vad-em's boots hit the ground, the fence's electricity sparks into Suprema and, through her legs, into Vad-em. She bucks and bounces atop the fence, twisting her body into the barbed wire. Her belt flies from her hand to land several feet outside the plant. Behind her, Vad-em drops his rifle and grunts as the electricity (part of it) flows through her body into his. Sparks and sizzles fill the plant grounds as more juice flows into the two aliens.
Vad-em pulls on her legs and the fence buckles inward as his brute strength pulls her and the fence toward himself. With a supreme effort of will, Suprema manages to grab part of the fence and holds onto it grimly. Deep in her mind, she realizes that the longer she can stay on this fence, the more electrical energy her body will absorb. Whether the Prime is aware of this or not, he doesn't want her to escape and he knows she can't as long as he can hold her boots. And once the human Gestapo team arrives, they will have enough gold to bind her and render her totally helpless!
Minutes pass and although Vad-em continues to exert his great strength, he can't pull Suprema away from the fence. In fact, all he can accomplish is to pull her and a section of the fence into the plant's grounds. The fence is strong enough to retain some of its integrity and the electrical wires are still connected to the plant's lines. A great stretch of ground around Vad-em and Suprema is filled with sparks and electric arcs from the massive energy flowing through her body into his.
Vad-em tries to *walk* up Suprema's legs, moving his hands from her ankles to her calfs, then to her knees, and so on. He gets one hand on a luscious thigh when Suprema suddenly lets go of the fence. Vad-em's powerful muscles pull them both free of the barbed wire and they tumble backward toward the plant. As they roll across the cold and snowy ground, Vad-em loses his grip of her thigh but still holds tightly onto her knee. When they stop rolling, he's lying beside the woman, his head even with her belly and her left knee in his right hand. She's lying on her belly beside him.
Vad-em rolls sideways to land on her legs and his free hand reaches up to grab her hair. As he grabs her hair, both of them suddenly fly up into the air. Vad-em can sense her muscles tightening and tensing, directing her flight. After rising several score feet into the inky night sky, they hit one of the electrical main lines and although the thick cable bends and slows their ascent, their alien bodies soon split the cable. Suprema quickly grabs the two ends of the cable and receives a massive burst of electrical energy into her body. There is literally an explosion as the current hits her body and both aliens fly away from each other, tumbling toward the ground below.
Suprema hits the hard ground and bounces, finally ending up on her back. Vad-em is a few feet away and on his belly. Both rise to their feet, but Vad-em rises faster and is more steady once on his feet. Suprema looks at him through pain-dulled eyes; when he leaps at her, flying across the intervening ground, she leaps into the air and her boots are just out of his reach and he flies past her beneath her feet. She drops back to the ground, more steady this time, and looks around the grounds. As Vad-em rises back to his feet and turns toward her, Suprema leaps into the air and flies a few feet to one side, swooping low enough for her to snatch his tachyon rifle off the ground.
"NNOOO!!" Vad-em bellows as he watches the woman fly away from him and pick up his weapon. Once again he leaps at the heroine but as his feet leave the ground she turns in the air and fires the weapon at him, striking his face with the full power of the weapon from two feet away. Vad-em shrieks in pain and is blasted away from the blonde. As he crashes to the ground and slides backwards several feet on his belly, Suprema turns back toward the fence, still flying just a few feet off the ground. She tries to shove the rifle into her belt and realizes she no longer has her yellow belt. Her super vision quickly spots it, lying on the snow some ten feet away from where the fence used to be. She soars toward the belt and again swoops low to snatch it off the ground.
As a German Army truck roars into the grounds of the plant some fifty feet away, and as Vad-em rises to his feet and rubs his eyes, Suprema slowly rises over the nearby office buildings and soars into the night sky, her belt in her left hand, the rifle in her right. "Rao, I huurrrtt!" she moans to herself as every muscle in her body screams for her to land and rest. She notes with some happiness that her breasts have swollen somewhat - nowhere near their normal size, they have nonetheless absorbed some energy from the human electric plant and her rape. "C-can't try that any more," she realizes as she flies northward, away from the plant, barely able to clear the rooftops.
* * * * *
"Don't move!" a harsh voice commands. The stunning raven-haired woman freezes in place, her blue boots ankle-deep in icy water in the bottom of the sewer. "Keep yer hands where I kin see them, missy," the voice commands. Power Woman slowly turns her head toward the voice and her super vision reveals a man with a shotgun several feet away, down the sewer.
"I . . . I'm a friend of . . ." she stammers.
"You ain't MY friend," the man snaps, "so shut yer yap. Turn around and walk up the tunnel!"
Power Woman turns away from the man and begins walking away from him. Her keen hearing detects the sounds of his feet sloshing through the icy water as he follows her. Several minutes later, he commands her to enter a side tunnel and after she does so, she can again hear his movements behind her.
"Where are we going?" she asks in a sweet voice. Part of her doesn't want to trust her safety to this unknown man but another part realizes that if he is a member of the American Republican Aarmy and if she resists, she might never find Cai's friends. Another man suddenly joins them from a side tunnel. "There are more than just tunnel rats down here," she muses to herself.
"I'll tell yah when we get there, darlin'," the man replies. A few minutes later, they reach a junction and the man asks her to climb a ladder. After reaching the top of the ladder, she easily opens a thick metal grating and climbs through it, into the basement of some building. Power Woman looks around the room and quickly recognizes one of the men who she met the other day.
"Who are you, then?" the five foot five redhead asks the Velorian Scribe. He points a revolver at her face, unaware that it can't hurt her. "Face looks a bit familiar . . ."
Power Woman pulls the wig off and lets her blond tresses cascade down over her shoulders. "I'm Power Woman!" she says, smiling at the little Irishman. "We met the other day . . . I'm Suprema's friend?"
"Sorry, lass, I didn't recognize yah," Tim Feeny replies, moving closer to the woman. He guides her to a chair, then slumps into another beside her. Their knees brush together as he sits down - he looks up sheepishly and says, "Sorry 'bout that, lass, didn't mean to touch you."
"That's all right . . . what's your name again? I'm sorry, but I didn't catch everyone's name the other day."
"Tim Feeny. And you said your name was, uh, Sharon - Sharon Best, right?" Her nod *yes* brings a smile to Feeny's face, but it quickly fades away. "What are you doing in the sewers?"
Power Woman slowly explains how she and Suprema had to battle Selina Kyle and barely escaped with their lives. Halfway through her story, Feeny suddenly sits more erect and turns to one of the men who brought Power Woman into this room. "Didn't I hear that Josh went to Selina's house this very evening?" he asks.
"Sure and he did, Tim," the man replies. "Him and Jack and Murph all went there - she told Josh she had some stuff to move or something like that."
"You must stop them!" Power Woman gasps. "She's not right in the head!" She starts to rise from her chair but Feeny puts a hand on her forearm and indicates with a shake of his head that she should sit down.
"Too late, lass," Ian O'Brian says as he enters the basement room. "I assume you're talking about our friend Josh and his friend, Miss Kyle," the leader of this cell of the A. R. A. says as he approaches Power Woman and Feeny. "We just got a call from her, not fifteen minutes ago. She said she has the three men and will turn them over to the Gestapo at first light. Or, if you and Suprema surrender yourselves to her, she'll release my men."
"Oh, gods, I know what she wants," Power Woman says, shuddering at the prospect of returning to Kyle's brothel and clutches. She raises her hand and bites the first joint on her left index finger as she considers possible courses of action.
"And what's that?" Feeny asks. He doesn't like these alien women and doesn't want to give them any support. He thinks they're useless in the fight to free America from the Germans and he doesn't entirely believe their fantastic tales about aliens who have been helping the Germans since the 1930s.
"First, I'm not supposed to meet up with Suprema until sunup," Power Woman explains. "And even then, well, we're just not ready to deal with her."
"What do you mean?" O'Brian asks. "You two are the most powerful people I've ever seen. You can fly, fer Christ's sake, and bend steel in yer bare hands! What can a mere human, a woman, no less, do that frightens you?"
Slowly, Power Woman tries to explain what has happened to her and Suprema under Kyle's *protection*. She tells them that Kyle used gold chains to weaken them, and then was able to steal some of Suprema's super energy (and some of her super powers, as well). "I'm not sure, but I suspect that, by now, Selina - or rather, Catwoman, as she renamed herself, has the strength of fifty men and is almost invulnerable."
"WHAAAT??!!" "Jayzus Ke-riste!!" Feeny and O'Brian gasp. "Can she beat you in a fight?"
"Well, no, not a *fair* fight. I'm not nearly as strong as Suprema but I'm still many times more powerful than Selina, uh, Catwoman, I think. It's just that she has stumbled on to ways to weaken us. I'm afraid that she is far more cunning than you might realize and almost certainly has set traps to capture us."
"Why's she want you?" Feeny asks.
"She's certainly very angry with us - we beat her up before we left her house," Power Woman says. "And I'm sure she thinks she can get more of Suprema's super powers - she can't, but that won't stop her from trying."
"And how did she get those powers?" O'Brian asks, moving closer to Power Woman.
"I won't say," Power Woman says, rising to her feet. "We had enough trouble with her and the Arions - we don't need more from you people."
"Well, you two . . ." Ian starts to say in a very angry tone.
"BITCHES!" Feeny interjects spitefully.
". . . superwomen keep putting us poor humans into tight spots from which you won't help us escape," O'Brian concludes. "Now three of our lads are in her hands and I'm sure she WILL give them to the Germans tomorrow. She can also give them the names of one or two others, as well, and who knows what our boys might say when the damned Gestapo gets them! Our whole cell can be busted, woman! I think it's time you got off your high horse and helped us."
In a more reasonable voice, O'Brian continues, "We have to draw the line somewhere, Power Woman, and it's to be here. Either help us get our boys back or leave. We will offer you no help nor information without some help from you, and Suprema when she turns up again!"
Power Woman is stunned by the man's angry tirade. "Life was a whole lot simpler living in Colorado with John," she muses. She nods her head once, then unbuttons her dress. The blue designer fabric slips down to her ankles as she bends down to reach into one of the valises she brought into the basement. As the men stare at the naked woman - naked except for knee-high blue boots, she retrieves the rest of her costume from the bag and slowly dons it - first the white leotard, then the blue belt, the blue gauntlets, and finally the red cape. She bends at the waist to roll down the tops of her *buccaneer* boots.
"Okay," she says, standing up again. "I guess we'll have to go after her. We can't wait for Suprema - I don't know how long she'll be gone or even if she'll be in any shape to fight with Kyle. I'm sure I'm not entirely ready, but, well, let's go!"
O'Brian beams at the heroine and reaches forward to grasp her elbow. Together they head up the steps out of the basement and walk to a sedan parked in the alley. Feeny joins them and sits in the front seat. O'Brian slips behind the wheel and Power Woman climbs into the back seat, sliding down so only her face and hair appears in the window. The car pulls out of the alley and heads toward Selina Kyle's brothel.
* * * * *
"You gigantic ASS!" Mar-vel screams at Vad-em. "You HAD her and let her get away! She was HELPLESS, you dumb man-sized penis! Why didn't you just keep blasting her with your rifle as we told you? And she was obviously badly weakened, from the way you described her breasts."
"Mar-vel . . ." Vad-em tries to say.
"That's *Commander* to you, you useless male frel," she hisses at him. Others in Kar-lem's office quake from her rage. Her treatment of Primes who've upset her or Duk-em, her lover and the fleet commander, are nightmares for all Arions in the Sol system.
"Commander Mar-vel," Vad-em tries again, "I had her, but she used her superior strength and flying power to get away from me. I DID use the rifle - several times. She's just too powerful to defeat!"
"Nonsense," Shay-ra says. "Hem-ra and I easily defeated her without rifles. Only the unexpected appearance of the other Velorian saved her alien butt from us."
"And both of you useless males," Mar-vel says, pointing to Vad-em and Hem-ra, "lost the Velorian because you couldn't keep your brains in your pants! Don't you read the mission background briefings! Arousal STRENGTHENS a mature Protector. She came there looking for power and you GAVE it to her!" A stunned silence fills the room - no one can counter her point.
"You - Jubber!" Mar-vel says, turning and pointing at the only Beta in the room. "Are your drones going to be ready today or not?"
"They will be ready, my lady, when the sun comes up - in about two hours." Ja-ber replies, ignoring her slight.
"Fine. One last effort and we will have one of them, if not both!"
* * * * *
O'Brian's sedan glides silently into the alley behind Kyle's brothel. He and Feeny, carrying a pistol and a German machine pistol, slip out of the car and head toward the fence at the back of her lot. A second later, Power Woman joins them. "It's clear," she says, scanning the yard with her super vision. She opens the gate and leads the men into the yard, scanning ahead for any traps. They reach the back porch without encountering any traps.
"Why don't you go in first, Power Woman," O'Brian says. "We'll wait out here and as soon as our lads show up, or nothing happens for five minutes, we'll break down the door."
Power Woman truly regrets agreeing to this foolhardy plan but her honor prevents her from bailing at this late date. "Ohhhkay!," she says, "let's do it before we regain our senses!" The Velorian Scribe smiles grimly and grabs the doorknob, then turns it to open the door.
Inside the kitchen, Power Woman scans the ground floor of the house, then looks upstairs. All her super vision reveals is the normal crew of women and young boys, almost all are sleeping upstairs. With butterflies starting to form in her stomach, she looks down and scans the cellar. "Well, there are the men. But no sign of Catwoman."
Power Woman slowly opens the cellar door and walks down the steps. At the bottom, she again scans the walls and floor but sees nothing. The three men are naked from the waist up and each is shackled to one of the sexual torture devices. Each also has a heavy gold chain around his waist. "Where's Catwoman?" Power Woman asks as she walks to the first man.
"Not here," Josh says, glaring at the heroine. "How could you get us into this mess?"
"I? I?" Power Woman gasps as she frees his ankles and hands from the X frame. "Catwoman - uh, Selina, that is. She's the one who turned against us, and she's the one who decided to use you to capture Suprema and me!"
"Where is Suprema?" Josh asks as he moves away to one of the whipping posts to free Jack. Power Woman moves over to the T frame to unhook Murph.
"She's busy elsewhere," Power Woman answers over her back. "I won't see her until later." She stoops to remove Murph's shackles and rises to free his wrists. As she unhooks his wrists, she gets a good look at Murph and sees a cold, dead expression on his face and eyes. "What did she do to you?" she asks him as she removes the last wrist restraint.
"She made a deal with us," Josh replies, moving up to Power Woman's back. As she starts to turn, all three men unhook the golden chains around their waists and quickly wrap two around her waist and drop one over her shoulders.
"Wh-whAAATTT??" Power Woman gasps as her body shudders and sparks fly from her body to the chains. Josh twists the one around her neck until it's tight, then the three of them drag her to the center of the room. Power Woman is too stunned from the sudden loss of strength to the gold to do more than stumble behind him. He grabs a large metal hook hanging from the ceiling and puts one end of the chain on the hook.
Power Woman reaches up to try to take the chain off her neck but Jack and Murph grab her arms and, using all their strength, manage to hold her arms away from her neck. Josh rushes over to the cabinet along one wall, opens it, and pulls out several more chains. He returns to Power Woman's side and while she struggles to shake off Jack and Murph, Josh binds her blue boots together with one chain. He then wraps a chain around her left wrist and, with Murph's help, pulls her hand behind her back. After a brief struggle, the three men manage to bring her right hand down close enough to bind it to her other hand.
"Nnnhhh, s-stop, Josh . . . don't uuuhhh don't do this!" she begs as
the insidious effect of the gold steadily robs her of her phenomenal strength.
The men gasp as her energy begins to leap from her body to the gold chains,
sometimes burning them in the process. They finally step away, leaving
the Velorian Scribe bound with gold at her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows.
Her body sags but the tight chain around her neck holds her upright and
gagging. "Let me "Catwoman told us all about you, you cunt," Josh says over his shoulder.
"She also said she would reward us if we did her bidding. So you
can go to Hell, bitch, we're on our way to *heaven*!"
As the men head up the stairs, Power Woman groans and gags as the painful
gold chains steal her star-fueled energies.
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