The Professor shook his head slowly regained consciousness. Putting a hand to his head, he fumbled about looking for his glasses which sat askew on his face. Peering up through them, his bleary vision finally focused on Jean Parker. "Oh, it's you my dear! What happened to that metal monstrosity!?!"
Sitting up bolt upright, the professor looked about the room. With Jean's help he got up unsteadily to his feet, a nasty purple welt on the back of his head, but otherwise, to Jean, he seemed unharmed. He stumbled across the room and poured a small shot of brandy and gulped it down. With a gasp, he blinked and took a longer look around the room before noticing Jean.
"Oh my stars, what happened to you?", noticing her torn blouse tied around her chest.
"I tangled with that droid professor. I take it that it wasn't one of yours? Or was it one of yours? I tried not to wreck it but it was a tricky little bot. Gassed me and got away...Tore my clothing up pretty good..."
Stopping to retrieve a patriotically colored costume from her locker Jean steps behind a room partition and begins to recount her evenings activities. While retelling the story of her encounter with the bot earlier this evening, Jean removes the tattered remains of her clothes and pulls on a Lycra sleeveless/legless costume colored with red and white vertical stripes. Pulling the stretch top up and behind her Jean connects several snaps together to hold the top in place.
"... so there I was Professor. Hanging from the tree waiting for the police to let me down." Jean slips a slender Blue belt around her trim waist holding it in place with a silver star belt buckle.
"It was humiliating Doc. If that Droid isn't one of yours I have to go after it to make sure no one else gets hurt..." Adjusting a Red domino mask and tugging on a pair of wrist length blue gloves, Jean pauses to regard herself in the mirror.
"... and as Maiden America I may be just the gal to get the job done." A faint smile crosses Jean lips as a certain patriotic pride starts to stir in her. Looking about Jean picks up a pair of calf length boots before stepping around the partition to talk to the good professor better.
"No my dear, it definitely was not one of mine. I have hardly touched that kind of massive technology," looking about amazed the damage the droid caused.
"That beast was beyond anything I have done. My cybernetic structuring helmet is getting closer to completion as most people in this field knows, but that thing...", pausing and sitting heavily onto his chair, "...It was horrible and yet incredible in the technological know how that must have went into it."
He looked up at the beautiful young heroine standing in the middle of the room. "Be careful, my dear, that thing may be unstoppable. Do be careful."
Maiden pauses a little thoughtful as she pulls her boots on, "Could be they were after you or your notes on this cyber thingie you're working on. I suppose that means it's even more important to find out where this thing went. Don't worry though. You know I'm always careful Doc. Be back before you know it." Pausing to flash the elderly Professor a dazzling smile, she waves a brief farewell before hopping out the window taking flight.
Into the night air the heroine flew, her cape fluttering behind in her. As the few people still drawn nearby by the fight and the police sirens point up at Maiden America, she looked around the horizon. Nothing, not even a flash of metal from the droid's body could be seen. It might have been twenty minutes since it took off, leaving her bound to the tree. Gaining more altitude, Maiden America could faintly make out a trail far to the north, towards Kensington and the wealthier side of town.
With nothing to lose but time, she headed in that direction. Over Shay's Park she flew, again attracting attention of people taking evening strolls downtown. Over the skyscrapers and the businesses that dotted the northern half of Centerville Maiden America soared. As she moved north, the trail became more clear; obviously she was flying faster than the droid was. As she passed over the river, she could see that the trail arched downwards in the distance, the smoke glowing faintly in the light of the full moon. Flying over the nicer homes and then the mansions of the elite of Megapolis, she saw that the trail dove down into a copse of trees just on the rolling, rich outskirts of one of the wealthiest places in the world.
Finally, a half hour after she took to the skies, the heroine flew over her goal. It was a high fenced, dozen acre plot of well groomed land with an asphalt and marble driveway leading to an exorbitant mansion. A small pool house behind the huge edifice, two stories high but wide and rambling. A single sports car was parked in the half-circle drive before the mansion, but other than that, it looked utterly abandoned. There were no lights in any of the hundred windows. The property itself was dotted with security lights and the fence gate was closed, but otherwise it looked unlived in. Even the pool was drained dry.
Maiden America landed with a light step, facing the grounds, onto the entrance to the mansion. Unconsciously she adopted her power pose as she surveys the area for any signs of activity. Though looking abandoned, Maiden takes notice of a car and concludes that such an appearance may be exaggerated. Acknowledging the possibility of an error she decides it best to be diplomatic about her investigation. Turning about to face the door she raps the door smartly with a blue gloved knuckles several times. The knocks echo loudly across the silent parking area and yard for a few moments before a silence settles in. Not a flicker of life except for a squirrel gazing down at the heroine from a tree. After a few moments, it scurried off, leaving Maiden America alone again. Minutes passé, and the door remains unmoved. If someone were home, they were not answering the door.
Maiden America purses her lips thoughtful. "Perhaps the place is abandoned", she thinks to herself. Eyes falling on the sportscar in the driveway she decides to investigate the vehicle further for possible clues. With a slight swaying of her hips and a crunching sound of gravel beneath her booted feet Maiden America walks over to look the sportscar over for further clues.
The silver Firebird sat stoic in the driveway, like some kind of modern raven quoting the same line regarding the abandonment of the mansion. Tracing over the hood of the car with a gloved hand , Maiden America knew it hadn't recently arrived here since the engine was cool. It was clean on the outside, and peeking in the window revealed nothing inside. Pulling at the door handle, the redheaded heroine discovered it to be unlocked.
Sitting down in the driver's seat, Maiden peeked down at the odometer reading "839". The car was practically brand new. The ignition was empty, with no keys in sight. The car was otherwise empty from what could be seen. Nothing in, under, or between the seats, nothing on the dashboard. Flipping the glove box open revealed only the owner's manual. Moving the manual aside revealed a registration under it. "Drake Boyd," was the name on the card, with the address below it. The address was down in Reichsborough, in the Irish district, certainly not this upscale neighborhood.
Looking over the car once more, before getting out, she noticed something on the blind. Pulling the blind down, a card; slips from its holder. Taking hold of the card, Maiden four herself looking at a driver's license. It apparently belonged to a redheaded woman. The picture was fuzzy, but Maiden America could make out the blue eyes and curly locks of red hair that cascaded down the woman's back. The address on it was the same one down in the Irishton area, but the name piqued her. "Melania Boyd, 6'1", 145 lbs." were the stats, with a social security number next to it.
Suddenly a light flashed. Just for a moment, the car was bathed in white light, then nothing. As the heroine looked about, her vision dotted, she couldn't make much out. Then, up on the second floor, she noticed a flicker of white light inside a front-facing window, before it disappeared. Maiden America paused in the car, her eyes blinking away the afterimage left by the bright light, for a moment. As the dotted lights fade, Maiden shifts her shapely rump off the driver's seat as she prepares to investigate this odd event. Pausing a moment to let her eyes readjust to the night, Maiden absently straightens out her costume. A moment later, Maiden is up and in the air with a light skip of her shapely leg. Hovering before the second floor window, Maiden peers into the window for several moments. Rapping on the window lightly, "Hello?", Maiden calls out looking for any sign of activity in the house.
Peering inside revealed a few sheets thrown over what looked to have been a bed and assorted furniture. No sign of life again, with no explanation where that flash of light had come from. The single ceiling light would never have been that bright. Opening the window and stepping over to the window Rim, Maiden entered the room looking about. Calling out a greeting, "Hello? Is anyone here? I saw a light." Running a finger along the base of the window, showed a layer of dust. Evidently the premises aren't often used. Walking along the wall Maiden runs her hand along the surface looking for a light switch.
As her finger comes across the dimmer switch, a dim light came on to light the room. Definitely a bedroom, she thought to herself. A dresser, vanity, and other furniture outlined under sheets. The plush carpet on the floor had a slight layer of dust, but the scent of dust was tempered with that unique smell of 'new'. Everything about this room, other than the dust, bespoke of a pristine newness.
Suddenly a pair of metallic hands burst through the plaster of the wall next to the light switch. In moments, the hands grabbed the heroine by the outside of either shoulder. Metal fingers gripped her tightly, and pulled the sound of plaster breaking against Maiden's form was heard. With a second jerk Maiden America was pulled off her feet and yanked through the plaster and wood wall. A two by four plank slammed into the back of her head and shattered. The cloud of plaster covered both heroine and droid as Maiden America was hurled across the hallway and through another wall. The patriotic heroine finally came to a stop as she slammed into a brick fireplace, also clean and apparently unused.
Several bricks plunked down about her and she was pelted with cement from the now damaged fireplace. Looking up, Maiden America saw the metallic construct stomping through the hole she had made. It raised a hand and opened its palm to face the heroine. A small circular aperture slid open, and a small barrel slid out, ominously pointed at the heroine's chest. More startled than hurt by her trek through the buildings fixtures, with a loud clang, Maiden America's boot slammed into the barrel, snapping it somewhere within the robot's arm, and sending it clattering across the room. Rolling to a kneel, the redheaded heroine lunged forward as the robot lowered the one arm and raised the other. Before the slower moving machine could react, her boot flashed again, kicking the robot in the middle of its body.
More plaster flew as the droid crashed back through the already damaged wall and bounced onto its back in the middle of the hallway. The robot rolled over onto its back as the heroine stepped through the much larger hole. As the robot raised that arm again, a tiny opening slid out in its index finger and pointed directly at the center of her chest. Before it could do whatever it had planned, Maiden America grabbed the finger, and in a burst of fantastic strength snapped it off in a shower of sparks.
Taking a step back and hopping a few feet in the air, to gain momentum, Maiden America brings both feet down on the robot's chest. A shower of sparks spit up around her blue boots, the chest plate dented then cracked, allowing Maiden America to enter the vulnerable area within. Circuit boards crunch as the rest of the heroine's weight comes down inside the chest cavity, destroying the robot's "brain". Tiny shocks of electricity shot up her long legs, tingling but hardly hurting the damage resilient heroine. With the last of its "thoughts", the robots arms reach up and lock around Maiden's ankles in it's death grip before before freezing up.
With the circuit boards and twisted metal around her feet, it was hard for Maiden to get any leverage to pull her ankles free of the dead robot's grip. Leaning down, she grabbed the fingers of one hand and slowly bent them back, freeing her blue boot. As she started to work on the other foot, she heard the distinct 'click-click' sound of someone in heels coming down the hallway.
Looking up, Maiden America saw a woman walking down the hallway. The woman was tall, taller than Maid, with curly red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and bounced with every step. Her blue eyes seemed a bit glassy as she approached the Maiden America, but what really surprised the heroine was the attire this woman was wearing. It was almost exactly like her own costume! She wore a red and white striped outfit, cut high over her hips and curved up over her full breasts to her neck. A blue cape dotted with stars was cinched around her neck with an argent metal star. Her boots were blue stilettos, matching the blue gloves she wore. There were tiny things that didn't match like the colors or the exact cut of the seams, but the costume was complete, down to the metal star on the blue belt around her waist. She was walking calmly towards Maiden America, almost as if in a sleep from the way her eyes were oddly unblinking.
A whispered, "Good lord.", is Maiden America's only reaction to the approaching woman. The mirror image costume, a strange and unexpected enough sight to confuse Maid for a few moments. Eyes wide and more than a little perplexed she stands mentally stunned for a moment confronted with this odd mirror image of herself. The metallic hand remains locked around her left leg forgotten for the moment as she regards her doppleganger. At the blue eyed woman approach Maiden America, tries to take a couple of steps back. Hampered by the remaining droids death grip, she nearly looses her balance. Kneeling down she rapidly tries to snap the robot's hand off at the wrist. Before the stunned heroine can free her leg from the deathgrip of the defunct robot under her, the approaching woman abruptly leaps into the air.
The heels of her boots flashed down the hallway as the redheaded double moved far faster than any normal woman could possibly move. As the heroine's gloved hand went back down to pull her foot free, the heel of the woman's boot connected with Maiden America's cheek. Maid's head was spun around by the incredible power of the blow. Maiden America's hands were jerked from the robotic hand as her entire body twisted from the impact. The mysterious redhead flew by and landed in a perfect crouch, her blue eyes still wide and unblinking. For a few moments Maiden America was in a stunned fog from the powerful blow. It was easily as hard as Jean has ever been hit. Whoever this woman was, she was definitely the patriotic heroine's equal at the moment.
Maiden America absorbs the punishing blow with wide eyed surprise at the power behind it. Yanking her entrapped leg with a mighty pull, Maid manages to free her foot. Taking a defensive stance Maid raises her arms to ward any new incoming attacks onto her forearms. "Hey! Cut it out! C'mon! Stop it! I just wanna talk for a second!" Jean felt her heart sink and her enthusiasm wane at the task at hand. The dreadful task of subduing a person whom she suspects of being a super heroine, worse yet a patriotic heroine, was unsettling to Jean.
The impostor steps towards the now-mobile heroine without blinking, without a word, without acknowledging anything the heroine had said. With out warning a flurry of blows is delivered against the hesitant heroine. Maid manages to fend off the next in coming jab of a forward kick. The immediate backhand that follows smashes into the heroine's jaw, spinning her around. Though Maiden held a comfortable edge in strength her opponent's combat skill seemed boundless when compared to the novice heroine. Raising her arms to block the follow-up blow aimed at her temple, leaves Maiden open to the kick in the belly that drives the air from her lungs and doubles her over. Before the hard pressed heroine can can recover, the other blue boot swings around striking her in the forehead, knocking her back head over heels. Sailing past the robot down the hallway, bouncing of the opposite wall, the heroine falls in a stunned heap on the floor. Shaking head to clear it, Maiden decides staying around and fighting to be a bad idea. If she can just get the upper hand for a moment perhaps she can escape.
Looking up, Maiden heart sunk as she watched the woman coming down at the hallway towards her. Maiden pushes herself off the floor with a determined grunt. Lowering her shoulder, the heroine leaps forward and flies into the woman's midsection, sending them both crashing through a wall. The two twins tumble across the floor of some pristine bedroom, until Maiden America manages to slam an elbow into the side of the redheaded impostor, eliciting a gasp of pain from her. Stepping up her attack, while the tall woman seemed momentary distracted by the blow, Maiden tries to turn the fight around. Maiden grabs her twin around the torso, pinning the woman's arms to her sides, made starts to squeeze her opponent in a mighty bear hug. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jean digs deeper looking for some extra bit of strength to squeeze her opponent into submission. Her twin struggle exerting her strength eliciting a gasp from Maiden, "Lawd, you're a strong one!" Looking for that extra effort crucial in the ensuing struggle Jean comes up short. Unable to shake the nagging feeling of wrongness with the fight, Maiden is unable to come up with the extra bit of effort that has served her so well in the past.
Maiden America could on watched in helpless wide eyed amazement as her opponent slowly pushed her arms wide. As the heroine's fingers became unlocked, the redheaded ersatz maiden breaks the heroine's hold, and instantly follows it up with a quick knee to Maiden America's midsection. As the heroine gasps and bends over in pain, her attacker slams a fist into the back of the heroine's head sending a burst of stars through her vision and driving her to the ground. Giving the heroine no time to react or recover, the redhead stomps the heel of her boots into the heroine's head, driving her face into the hardwood floor with a crunch. Leaving her boot there, she continues to grind Maiden America's face into the flooring. Any thoughts of flight are dashed from Maiden America's mind as the boot heel grinds into the stunned heroine. Her vision starts to blur and then grays.
Chapter 2 - Shocking Revelations
The stately mansion is quiet now. Moments earlier the muffled sounds of a violent struggle and breaking fixtures could be heard through out the estate. Inside the mansion Melania stood over Maiden America. The Blue eyed red head regarded the patriotic heroines still form. As the unconscious heroine emits a soft pained groan and begins to stir Melania moves into action. Slowly recovering from her recent defeat to Melania, Maiden America could only offer token resistance. Maiden America felt her cape ripped from her shoulders, sending the star brooch clattering onto the floor. Her arms were pulled back and the blue cape was quickly wrapped around her wrists and forearms, trapping the dazed heroine's arms behind her. The Melania grabbed a fistful of Maiden America's red tresses. Pulling the heroine along by her hair, the woman dragged Maiden down the hallway, Melania's blue boots, fluttering patriotic cape, and long, tanned legs are the only things Maiden America could make out as she was dragged along in her weakened, dizzy state.
Down the flight of steps the heroine was dragged by her hair. Upon reaching the landing, she turned around and threw Maiden down another flight of stairs. The heroine tumbled down the stairs for what seemed forever until she came to a stop. Before she could react, her evil twin was upon her, grabbing the heroine and lifting Maiden America to her feet by her tortured mane of hair and the back of her belt. Maiden America swayed unsteady from her rather disorienting journey down the stairs.
Maiden America now found herself confronted with some unbelievable lab. It was like some futuristic mad scientist's lair, and in fact it was. Five feet on either side of her were two huge, eight foot tall robots, much like what she had defeated upstairs only much bigger and more impressive. Four tables sat in a row across the room, two empty and two with half finished robots on them. Over each table was an large array of equipment, some of which Maiden could only guess at. Against the left wall were three upright tables, one of which held an older woman, apparently in her mid-sixties, her head hung down on her chest, trapped against the angled table with metal manacles that kept her spread eagles. Between her legs was some odd contraption that protruded from the table. A cable lead from the machine to an odd pair of metallic panties the naked woman wore. To the right of the room were two doors, both closed.
"Weeeehoooo!", a voice shouted, "Look at that!!"
Maiden America's eyes focused on someone in a back corner of the room, surrounded by a bank of computers and equipment. The figure rose, circled the battalion of equipment, and walked across the room towards Maiden. It was a man, about as tall as the heroine, wearing slacks and a t-shirt, with a white lab coat over it. Old battered sneakers squeaked on the concrete floor. His hair was dark brown, and his eyes seemed to swallow the heroine in one leering hungry gulp. With his hands in his lab coat pockets, he stopped about five feet from her.
"Hoooly! You're hotter than I thought! The squirrel got one hell of a good look at your ass, but them there tits look even better up close!"
Maiden America frowned with disapproval at the rather vulgar way she was being refereed to. Taking in most of the lab, her eyes lingered on the aged woman with some disapproval for her currant state. The man looks harmless enough and her evil twin seemed content to stay behind her at the stairwell which is a fine place for her to be as far as Maiden was concerned. With a sharp twist of her torso Maiden pulled away from Melania. Flexing her muscles tugged her cape apart tearing it slightly. Stepping forward and reattaching her cape, Maiden looked the man over properly, her brow wrinkles somewhat confused at the turn of events.
"Who are you?" Eyeing the pair of robots a bit wary she feels much of the wariness of her recent beating starting to fade presented with this new situation and a few moments rest. Squaring her shoulder, jutting her chest out a little, and shrugging off her recent beating, Maiden America looked rather imposing.
"If you release your prisoners and come quietly I can assure you that I'll speak on your behalf when I bring you in. I'd rather not hurt anyone in apprehending you."
The man grinned like a maniac, a leering grin that only grew as the magnificent chest before him swelled with pride. "Oh baby! Lookit them!", he crowed. He leaned over to look at the redhead behind Maiden America, then looked back at the heroine's breasts.
"Wow, I can't decide which are better!", he winked at the patriotic heroine. "You I'd say, I haven't sucked on them babies yet, but I've chewed on Tania's until I think she started to give milk!", he laughed, his hands in his coat pockets moving to his belly as he guffawed without restraint.
"Oh, who am I?",he turned in a circle and looked at the futuristic lab and again faced Maiden America. "You don't know? Oh my, you are a virgin heroine!", he leered, looking down at the striped stretch of material that covered the heroine's virtue, "at least I hope!"
He nodded past Maiden to the twin behind her, as the two robots turned towards the heroine between the four. "Time to take a peek! Here's your choices:
A) You can fight with Tania there and rock my balls because I really love a catfight, especially two reds; or
B) You can play with my two robots, they're specially designed to please even the most frigid of heroines," he said with a deviant snicker, "or you can just drop to your knees and blow me."
He leered again at the heroine, "I'd hate to have to strip you and put you on one of my tables, babe."
Maiden America's feeling of unease increases to a feeling of dread, with each option being more unappealing than the previous, she feels her adrenaline starts to kick in as her anxiety increases. Turning sharply Maiden brings her right forearm across the chest of Tania, her suspicions confirmed she feels a twinge apologetic as she lands the blow, breaking the grip on her hair and costume. Tania gasped as the air was driven from her lungs. Maiden America's returned strength apparently surprised the mindless amazon as the patriot slipped out of her grip. Tania fell back onto the first few steps of the staircase but quickly leaped up to her feet.
"That's only three, I would have thought a brilliant villain like you to be able to count higher. Suppose I'll have to try option four..."
Breaking Tania's hold on her she hops swiftly up into the air to try and get past the little man to the prisoner behind him, pausing long enough only to kick the closest robot into the other robot. The huge robot recoiled as the spunky heroine's blue boot dented the side of its head. It staggered back a step even as its heavy arms raised up to grab at the heroine. The tips of its fingers turned into sharp hooks which dug into the ends of Maiden's swooshing cape. With a snap, the silver clasp around her neck popped. She flew away from the robot minus her cape as the robot quickly shredded the blue cape apparently in some odd fit of frustration. Looking about as she flew for ways to escape Maiden makes her way over to the entrapped woman.
Landing to the left, Maiden America swiftly made short work of the manacles imprisoning the woman on the table. Grasping the cable, Maiden America squeezes and with a deft twist of her wrist snaps the cable. Glancing over her shoulder to observe the progress of her pursuit, she could see the man and Melania standing back as the two large robots, whose heads almost touched the standard height ceiling clanged towards Maiden America.
The robots parted, apparently trying to encircle the heroine. In the palm of the robot circling her, a tiny aperture opened, and a small rounded barrel moved out of it, aimed in her direction. The other robot stayed between Maiden and the stairs, its hooked fingers still holding tatters of her cape. The old woman easily slid into Maiden's arms as the heroine cradled the woman, whispering words of comfort. As the woman lolled into her arms, Maiden could feel some odd piece of metal in the base of the woman's neck. The woman's graying hair hid it from the heroine's vision, but she knew it was there, and seemed to go far below the skin.
Maiden again took to the air intent on escape, "I do not intend to play your little game, nor do I intend on leaving anyone behind to your tender mercies." The man grinned like a loon as he reached a hand over to Melania's breast and caressed it. He continued to watch Maiden from near the stairs, the only point of egress from the basement lab. As Maiden floated up and started working out her evasion pattern in her head, the two robots worked to encircle her.
The old woman in her arms opened her eyes. They were an iron gray, glazed and distant, just like Tania's blue eyes. Maiden glanced down to see them just as the old woman put one hand on Maiden's curvaceous, firm ass. Her other hand slid up as if to grab Maiden's shoulder for support, but instead moved quickly to the side of Maiden America's head. Maiden America saw the tiny metal plate in the old woman's palm for only a brief moment before it touched her cheek.
KKKRRYRYRRRYYYZZZZZZZZ!!!!
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHhhhhhh!!!! \
Maiden's vision exploded as thousands of volts poured into her face, shot down her body, and exited her backside. The current was incredible as she was nearly blinded by the brightness of the surge that arced through her. The room filled with crackling blue light as the old woman sent a hundred thousand volts and hundreds of amps through her would be rescuer. Maiden America's body convulses as the electricity continues to discharge through her.
"YYYYAAARRGGGHHH!!!!" \
The discharge of electricity would have been lethal for anyone else leaves Maiden America senseless. Knees giving out on her Maiden America starts to fall forward as her eyes flutter close. Her arms lose any semblance of strength, go limp as she starts to keel over. Sprawling on the floor in an unconscious heap the only movement around her is the smoldering smoke rising from her rather singed costume. A black patch of black on her costume marks the point where the current exited Maiden's body. Her costume leotard duller shades of Red and white with occasional holes and burn marks. As the two crumpled into a pile, the robots moved in. As tiny arcs of electricity continued to dance over Maiden America's smoking, voluptuous form, the first robot grabbed her by the wrists and lifted her up, out of the debris left by the old woman's burning android body. The last darts and zags of electricity zipped off of Maiden's limp body, through the robot, and into the floor. As the robot wrapped a metal cable around Maiden's gloved wrists, the other robot came up behind her. Melania walked over to the helpless heroine as the man rushed over to a desk on the far wall and rummaged around in a drawer. His hands stuff things into his pockets, which bulged as he closed the drawer and jogged over to the heroine as the robot behind her began sliding cables around her body. Although the heroine couldn't see it, he was wearing thin metal gauntlets as he rushed back.
"Let's see, to strip her naked or not to strip her naked, that is the question!" he said, hamming up the stage as he raised a finger into the air to finish his line. He looked over the dangling heroine, her costume burnt and smoking in places.
"I like her better like that, all that electricity gives her some character." He picked up a torn, and still smoldering, piece of her striped costume. "This babe is hot!", he exclaimed, then broke down and cackled at his terrible pun.
As the two robots held the slowly reviving heroine, he pulled a rubber ball from his pocket. Stuffing it into Maiden America's mouth, and quickly buckling it around her head, forcing her lips to stretch around it. The next thing around her was a metal collar that snapped loudly into place around her neck. A tiny red light winked on, once the latch was secured.
Maiden America's entire body was sore and ached from the electrical jolt. Her skin flushed a little red and perhaps light burns are the only physical evidence remaining of her rather unfortunate rescue attempt. Emitting a muffled groan into the ball gag, Maiden stirred as her eyes flutter open reluctantly. Her vision blurs to an unsteady focus. Her entire body a mass of sensitive nerve ending are a legacy of her electrical jolt. Her light stirring rub the cables against her sensitive skin made Maiden America uncomfortable. Taking a few ragged breathes Maiden looked about trying to gauge how long she's been out and more importantly what's been happening in that time.
"Hey, she's awake! Hey babe, lookie here!", the man said to Maiden America as her Green eyes blinked back to the world of the conscious. She felt she had not been out overly long, but too long since she was now gagged and bound securely by the superstrong cables.
The man before her reached his gauntleted hands up to her heaving breasts. "Feel that thing around your neck, babe? It's a neural trebler," he said with a leering grin as his fingertips ran over her breasts. Instantly the tingling exploded from the soft glands into her head. "Yeah, that's right, babe, it triples any sensations your body feels, pain, pleasure, whatever." His hands encircled her breasts as he started to kneed them like playdoh. "I figure once my robots get done with you, you'll be a gasping fuckdoll. Man, me and Tania are going to have some fun with you tonight!", he cackled as he abruptly pulled down the red and white top, exposing Maiden's proud chest. "Hooweeee!!" Maiden America's cheeks flush red at this despicable lewd display. Unable to comment while gagged she can only manage a muffled, "mmmpppphhh!"
He stepped back from Maiden America, next to Tania. "Okay, let her spit it out!", he ordered the robot. From behind Maiden's head, she heard a quick snap and the tension on the ballgag ended as the strap was cut. "Me and Tania got to get going, we got someone to meet. I figure Tania here can fool them into thinking she's you, and it'll give me a leg up. You can stay here and play with my toys, okay babe? By the time they get done, you will be the second best redheaded fuckdoll I own!"
Maiden is red with rage and near speechless as she's finally allowed to speak, "You... You... You PERVERT!!!" Struggling as she feels her temper and adrenaline start to kick in. She starts to feel marginally better and stronger but is only somewhat stronger than a normal person. "I'll put you behind bars where you belong." The cables dig painfully into her though Maiden is beyond caring at the moment.
After baiting the heroine, Droid headed for the stairs, followed by the ersatz Maiden America. The real heroine hung in the cables as the robot behind her turned her to face it. She could hear the other one walking up behind her as the one before her lowered a hand. Metal fingers wrapped around the patriotic suit that hugged her body and abruptly pulled, tearing most of it off her voluptuous body. Parts of it hung around her hips and other places where it was caught in the cables that bound her.
Infuriated by the treatment she's received and her poor showing against the villain Maiden America struggles all the harder. If she can just manage to be left alone for a few more moments she's certain she can snap these thrice damn cables restraining her. Gritting her teeth and exerting an increasing amount of pressure on the cable Maiden struggles on, restrained for the moment.