Operation Opal
by Tyval



disclaimer; This version of Isis is owned by DC comics as far as I know, this
version of Circe is also owned by DC comics. Amora the Enchantress is owned by
Marvel comics. Opal created by Sportsman. These versions of Princess Tara,
Lady Blue, Kamikaze, Kestrel, Emerald, Golden Girl, Miss Midnight, and
Cassanda are owned by me.

Rated NC-17 for explicit F/F sex in varios combiations, BDSM and orgy.

Chapter 1.

Asgard: At a lavish mansion at the edge of the main city; Amora didn't need to
turn around and see who had entered her private quarters. She already knew.

" What do you want Circe?," Amora the Enchantress said as she peered into a
scying pool.

" Why, Amora, surely you can guess," the Olympian goddess laughed.

" I'm not interested in an alliance if you are planning something evil," Amora
said rising," I have renounced all evil. All it ever got me was my ass kicked.
I did love Skurge in a way, he died a hero. I love Thor, and always have, but
my evil past will always be between us. As a resut, I've given up on men. I
always did have a taste for women too."

" Oh pooh," Circe said," Your'e no fun today. Look, how about just some
mischef? No one will get hurt, pinky swear."

" What do you have in mind?," Amora smiled, despite herself.

" Oh, there's so many of those goody goody super heroines," Circe grinned,"
Why not have some fun with a few."

Circe waved her hand over Amora's scying pool. The images of 8 women appeared
and Amora flinched in fear.

" Are you nuts? Those are G.O.L.D. girls! No one in their right mind fucks
with G.O.L.D.," Amora said frightened.

" So what? What I want to do they'll like," Circe grinned," I doubt they will
even care, at worst you'll get lesbian raped. And you love that! Besides, 3 of
them are actually in the Alliance of Justice"

" I'm listening," Amora curiously said.

" Okay, that one, Golden Girl, she's an Olympian too," Circe explained,"Her
real names Apella, she's the daughter of Apollo. My powers won't work on her."

" So you need me," Amora said," For what?"

" Just a little harmless lesbian fun," Circe smiled," We zap them, they go bad
for a few hours and convert other women. With any luck they won't even know we
messed with them. And even if they do, we say we're sorry, we get tied up,
whipped, and fucked. No lose situation."

" You are so wicked," Amora smiled as she thought about kinky sex with the
wild G.O.L.D. and Alliance girls," Okay. As long as no one gets hurt."

" No problem, I don't have a death wish," Circe smiled as she and Amora
prepared the spell.

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Earth: Los Angelas, Ca.: Barbara Rafferty inspected her new store for the 5th
time. This was her first on the west coast and she wanted her opening day to
be special. ' Little worry about that,' Barbara thought. Barbara went over the
entire store, checking every last detail. Everything was in place, right down
to the paper clips. Brightly colored ribbons and ballons were everywhere.

Her employee's lined up, they all looked their best. The podium for her
special guests was ready. They would be able to speak and then freely sign
their autographs to the book and calender they had made. Their proceeds to be
split between the FDNY, NYPD, and LAPD 'Widow's and Orphans Fund'. Barbara had
checked evey microphone, every speaker, there would be no feedback or squeel
from her equipment.

This 'Grand Opening' of her newest super-store seemed to be going well.
Barbara was getting great newspaper and tv reviews, and even more important,
positive buzz from the public about expanding her chain of video and
entertainment stores in the west coast. A huge crowd had already gathered
outside to get a peek at the special guests, who only minutes ago had called
Barbara to inform her they were on their way and would arrive within minutes.

Being a feminist Barbara wrinkled her nose as she looked at their display. '
They should be role models, not flaunting their bodies,' Barbara thought,
somewhat disgusted as only a liberal elitist snob can be. In the wake of 9/11
the women of the west coast superhero teams G.O.L.D. and the Alliance of
Justice had made a book and calender of swimsuit, lingeree, and semi-nude
shots to help out the victims of the cowardly terrorists.

Being a stuck up prude who was ashamed of her own wealth and privalige,
Barbara was like all liberals. She wanted the commn man to ride bicycles so
they wouldn't burn gas and pollute, but no way was she giving up her stretch
limo! She wanted all animals protected at the cost of other peoples rights and
property, but she wore leather dresses and mink coats!

But Barbara was also a good businesswoman. Having these women here ensured
that she was going to make a lot of money. Barbara shook her head. True, their
share was going to charity, but to her mind it was still wrong to pose for
pictures like that. The sounds of cheering interrupted her thoughts. They had
arrived!

Princess Tara, Lady Blue, Kamikaze, Kestrel, and Golden Girl flew in under
their own power, as did Emerald who was towing Miss Midnight and Cassandra on
a glowing green platform. ' Huh?,' Barbara thought,' Is she a Green Lantern?'
Then Barbara saw the wand that Emerald weilded. Green Lanterns had rings, that
much she knew. Barbara was about to think nasty thoughts about the scanty way
the heroines dressed, then the image of what her costume looked like came to
mind and she swallowed it.

For Barbara Rafferty was also Adara Zor'El codenamed Opal! Barbara was a
Velorian, a race of humans who came from the planet Velor. Velorians were kin
to Kyptonians, the doomed planet that had given Earth one of it's greatest
heros, Superman! Velorians were supposed to be Protectors, Barbara had been
unfortunate, that she was orphaned as a baby, adopted and raised by liberal
parents. Her father had even been military, but had turned liberal because of
his experiances in Vietnam.

Barbara/Adara, had yet to assume her designated identity as Opal. She had
trained with the devices that other Velorians had given her, but as yet had no
real combat experiance. Barbara knew who she was, what she was suppossed to
do, and met other Velorians who knew who she was and visited her on occasion
to observe her progress. Privately the other Velorians (all of whom are women)
thought she needed a good lesbian rape to straighten her ass out.

Barbara welcomed the women as they entered, said a few words of greeting as
the doors opened and then went to her office to really seriously think, for
the first time in her life about her own predjudices.

Hours later; the opening was a huge success. Throngs of people were still
lined up as the friendly G.O.L.D. and Alliance girls signed book after book,
calender after calender. Princess Tara was pleased that they were doing so
well. The girls had every intention of staying as long as they had to. Tara
had arranged for their friends the Danger Dolls and Action Angels to cover for
them in case some super villain decided to try something.

Not everyone had came to the store to see them. Andrea Thomas walked through
the techer section, her cart full of new books as she prepaired to start her
new life as a teacher in the L.A. school system. Years before, in the
turbulant mid-70's Andrea had briefly taken up her own true identity. For
Andrea Thomas was actually the avatar of the Egytian goddess Isis!

Andrea really liked being a teacher though. Every 15 to 20 years she would
pretend to age, move to another part of the country and start again. Her
adventures had been low level, quickly forgotten. Now she was in L.A. ready to
start over. But stll she wondered why she trained so hard every day. As Isis
she had formidable powers, her battles against meta human opponents had been
zero.

Somewhere, inside, Andrea craved adventure. Her flirtation at being a heroine
had been fun, but unsatisfying due to the lack of competant opponents. Andrea
also knew that she was a lesbian and feared that side of herself, repressed
it. Deep inside, while she would never admit it, Andrea had come to this store
to see actual super heroines rather than buying her books at another store.

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Inside her office Barbara checked out every refernce she could find about the
heroines on her computer. Page, after page came up about all the lives they
had saved, all the criminals who were now incarcerated because of them, rescue
operations they performed. One thing was clear to Barbara, these were good and
decent women, maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong her entire life. There as
something else too. Maybe she was attracted to them as well as she felt her
nipples stiffin and her virgin mound grow moist as she actually opened their
book and looked at the tasteful pictures.

Screams interupted her thoughts. Bolting back into the main store she saw the
8 heroines in the floor. Their breath and heartbeats were strong as a
quickcheck revieled. A good sign. As Barbara herself knealt down beside the
unconcious Princess Tara, the woman's strong grasp suddenly seized her wrists.
Eyes, glazed over, opened.

"You have the privalige of being my first slave," Tara said roboticly.

The other heroines were quickly to their feet, rounding up pretty girls and
shoving them into a corner. Miss Midnight held the cornered women at bay with
a naginata that she created out if the myterious 'darkforce'.Their actions
were zombie-like, and it was obvious to anyone who was not already panic
stricken that they were not in control of their own actions. Andrea Thomas
ducked down behind a row of books and made it to the nearby ladies room
without being seen. No one else was there, a clean oppertunity.

Andrea really didn't need to say or do anything to use her powers. That had
just been something she had done in the 70's because it had made a better
story if she rymed something. Touching her amulet, which she also didn't need
to do, Andrea Thomas was gone. Replaced by Isis!

As Barbara was led, unresisting so as to preserve her own secret identity, the
spell cast by the Enchantress and Circe was lifted.

" Huh?," Tara said as she let go of Barbara.

Isis burst out of the bathroom, her lighning bolt knocked out Miss Midnight
who had stood there, wondering why she was holding a weapon. As is so often
the case, misunderstanding leads to conflict as Amora and Circe rolled in
laugher! The prescence of Isis was an unexpected bonus.

" Show time!," Amora laughed.

Naturally, seeing one of their own struck down from behind by an unknown,
obviously super-powered woman was going to lead to a fight.

" Attack!," Tara ordered.

Before that order could be carried out, Barbara, who had rushed to her office
and changed to Opal at super speed emerged.

" Another one," Golden Girl said," Okay, if it's a fight they want, it's an
ass-kicking they're going to get!"

Thanks to a secret camera the council of Pritectors was also watching the
proceedings.

" Operation Opal has begun," the President said.

" The odds do not favor her despite her superior powers," the VP said.

" She needs a lesson anyway," the President answered," Win or lose she will
learn today."

............................ end of Chapter 1