Night Ten: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 22:59 EST
The moon slid behind a cloud and the shadows deepened. Seemingly alive they swirled across the rooftop. Mere seconds passed, then the skylight opened slightly and the blackness of shadow moved into the deeper darkness within.
Below, brilliant emerald light, contained within a circle walked by the Amazon Princess. Diana, the friend she had needed to put off some eight days ago, now clearly not only in trouble, but the source of it as well. Barbara Gordon, for it was, after all, Batgirl, continued to watch. Clearly this fight wasn't going to be won by brawn, if that were the case those she was watching would already have put an end to this. No, what she needed was intel.
Another whole hour passed, during which the violet light became increasingly brilliant, casting all about it into deeper and deeper shadow until, finally, it faded. The lenses in Batgirl's cowl changed, no longer blocking certain light frequencies, but allowing her to see in the much more dim lighting of the solid energy pyramid that now floated above her friends.
Diana turned to her sister, "We need to complete the set of three Amazons next. You know Dru even better than I, what's the best way to catch her with her guard down?"
Peering through the skylight from above, blue eyes widened as Diana's hair slowly lightened to a golden blonde, then narrowed in response to all they had witnessed as a single word came to mind, Magic!!
A shadow detached itself from the shadows, flitting lightly across the roof and dropping silently to the ground below before she used her own kind of magic to vanish into the shadows.
Night Eleven: An Undisclosed Location, 01:22 EST
"So, that's it. Everything I saw, and you know my memory for detail."
The svelte figure in green ran perfectly manicured fingers through green hair while staring at herself in the mirror. "I do like this body."
Sighing at the need to get back to work, she turned from the mirror.
"Well, I guess they'll be expecting you, so you'd better not disappoint them."
Barbara picked up the sliver of midnight dark wood. "You think this will work?"
The green haired beauty shrugged. "If we time this right, it should work well, but..."
The darknight damsel put the sliver in a compartment on her belt.
"No plan survives contact with the enemy. Oh well, just remember you're the backup."
The other woman nodded, turning to check her appearance in the mirror once more.
"Do you think I should wear the jacket? I mean, it's cold out but without it you get so much more..."
She turned, shaking her cleavage, but the room was empty. She sighed.
"She's been hanging around Bruce so long that she's picking up his more rude habits."
She shook her head and returned to looking in the mirror for a moment, then went to the kitchen and made popcorn. That done, she went to her laptop, pressing her thumb on the reader. The screen came up, user id, 128 character pass-phrase, voice print with random question response, and finally a retina scan.
The thing opened and she clicked on a folder: training videos, then selected a folder inside: Fire, selected a video and pressed play.
Popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth she settled back in her chair and began to watch, speaking into the empty room.
"It's going to be a long night!"
Night Eleven: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 16:38
The sun was just setting and, as she effected entrance into the warehouse, the twelve ladies below were milling about. Food and other necessities were being addressed, so they were scattered around the various rooms and only passing through the warehouse proper as necessary. Silently making her way around, she decided she needed to deal with the four: Mary, Dinah, Kori, and Donna first. Mary would be the biggest problem there, so she was shoved to the back burner.
An overhead drop and a choke hold snatched the Canary before she could utter a sound. She held the hold until she was certain Dinah was out. No singing just now, thanks.
The shadowy figure thoroughly bound and gagged the blond detective, leaving her all trussed up to a rafter.
A few minutes later she dropped on Kori. A gas pellet popped under her nose insured that she fell into Batgirl's waiting arms to be similarly lifted into the rafters where she was securely bound and gagged.
Troia was a different proposition entirely. Legs under the armpits as her line reeled her back up while she held a chloroform soaked cloth over the struggling Amazon's mouth and nose.
Mary was going to be the big problem. Pretty much unbeatable in her current form and no real weakness to exploit. Again she put off dealing with Mary and moved on to the next most powerful on her list. Linda and Karen were easy enough to deal with thanks to a combination of Kryptonite, a red sunlight laser, and Kryptonite laced tranquillizer.
Linda first as she was the best trained of the two. She kept the laser focused on the unsuspecting Kryptonian for several minutes then, when she was alone, dropped on her, covering her mouth while a syringe with a Kryptonite needle injected the special anaesthetic directly into her bloodstream. She lost consciousness even as she was lifted up and bound to the rafters, a small piece of Kryptonite hung around her neck was just large enough to keep her weak.
She successfully repeated the procedure with Karen and she rapidly joined her twin sister, a second Kryptonite necklace on loan to her for the duration of this conflict.
Wonder Girl proved to be the easiest so far, she barely struggled as the chloroform overwhelmed her and she, too, was left bound in the rafters.
Drusilla, proved to be another matter entirely and her capture, though successful, was anything but silent. Even before she had finished binding and gagging her, the hunt was on.
Wonder Woman, who was to be the next target, voiced the question that all those remaining in the warehouse were thinking as they all quickly returned to the main room.
"What was that?"
Huntress, looking around and seeing that there were only four of them remaining, if one didn't count Jade still floating in her overhead prison, whispered to herself,
"Barbara!" Then louder, "We know you're here, Batgirl!"
Night Eleven: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 18:52
Batgirl sat in the rafters watching, she had to time this just right. Come on, just a bit further that way. Now you, Helena -- THERE!
She pressed the first button in her belt buckle. Out went the lights thanks to the device she had placed on the main breaker in the electrical panel earlier.
She dropped a handful of smoke bombs into the center of the four women down below and pressed the second button. Shifting rapidly, she pressed the third button, closed the buckle, and dropped towards the floor below.
Helena had just opened her mouth to taunt Batgirl when the lights went out.
"On your toes, here she comes."
Smoke went off in their midst, enough pellets to make a column, then the big entrance as a shadowy giant bat shape dropped from overhead. Helena wanted to laugh at the predictability of it all, then noticed that the smoke eddies were wrong. "Wait -- it's..."
But it was too late. Whatever warning Huntress may have issued was lost as the batline, preprogrammed by Barbara and fired by the remote just before she dropped, wrapped around her ankles and pulled her off her feet and away from the fight. Wonder Woman's lasso lashed out towards the figure of Batgirl -- and passed right through, wrapping around Mary Marvel instead, trapping her in its coils.
"Wha..?!? It's a hologram!!!"
A yellow gloved hand reached out of the dark and gripped the lasso.
"What is your magic word, Mary?"
Mary struggled not to answer, but the lasso glowed brightly and the word came out.
"SHAZAM!"
She was instantly transformed as the lightning struck and travelled along the magic lasso. When it passed, Wonder Woman was on the floor unconscious, Mary was standing barefoot in a short cotton pyjama set, and Batgirl was already tossing the lasso around Ms Santa.
"Now, tell me how to release my friends from your control!"
Night Eleven: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 18:54
Ms Santa struggled against the lasso that glowed ever more brightly as its magic sought out the truth. Finally she spoke, "I -- I can't..."
Barbara heard feet hit the ground behind her, well, the bat-line wasn't intended to hold Helena, just get her out of the way for a minute or two. Still, this could get tricky. She gripped the lasso more tightly,
"The lasso forces you to speak the truth. Now tell me how to release my friends."
Wonder Woman spoke behind her as strong arms wrapped around her in a bearhug.
"But she is telling the truth. Allow me to clear up your confusion. She was Princess Diana of Themiscyra, also known as Diana Prince and Wonder Woman! As for me? Daddy was a doppelgänger. I have used my abilities and a series of rituals to transform her into me even as I became her. So, while I have that knowledge, she does not."
She smiled, "More than that, they, and you come to that, will become a living battery for me, recharging me at need so that I may retain this form forever."
Batgirl smiled beneath her cowl, "I was counting on you revealing yourself. Thanks!"
The sliver of wood dropped into her hand and Batgirl stabbed it into the unprotected thigh of the doppelgänger, who screamed, released her, backed away, and pulled the sliver out. Violet energy poured out of the villainous Wonder Woman and Batgirl's lenses dropped into place, protecting her eyesight while everyone else went blind. Turning towards Huntress, who would be the biggest immediate threat, she noticed that Helena hadn't got her filters in place. Luck was still with her.
Diana, looking like Ms Santa, began to glow as well and the two of them transformed, Wonder Woman was herself once more, in appearance at least. She fell unconscious to the floor at the feet of the dumbfounded Mary, who, in turn, fell unconscious to the floor as the violet light faded. The darknight damsel moved to attack Huntress, but she, too, fell unconscious, leaving just the doppelgänger, now blond and clad in fur trimmed red velvet once more, to deal with. Ms Santa ought to have been angry, instead she was laughing as she dropped the thorn, now a shrivelled husk bereft of all power, to the floor.
"A Janus thorn! How very clever! It would have worked, too, except I'm more than just a doppelgänger."
Rubbing her thigh where it had been stabbed, she smiled sexily at Batgirl.
"Yes, it still hurts, but don't worry your little head about it, it's all healed up. I just have to wait for the poison to wear off."
"Maybe, but, without your powers, I'll take you out long before that happens."
The smile still on her face, she stared deeply into the heroine's eyes and, suddenly, it felt like they were right next to each other even though Ms Santa had opened the distance to nearly ten meters before removing the thorn.
"Ooh, does that mean you want to play?"
Batgirl blinked, then shrugged, "You could say that."
She hoped the Janus thorn would break the spell of duplicity, freeing her friends.. Only time would tell. For now she still had a doppelgänger to deal with. Even as she had these thoughts, she started to move towards the blond vixen who seemed to vanish right before her eyes.
"Where!?!"
Spiked heels impacted painfully with Batgirl's back and she tumbled to the warehouse floor. Quickly rebounding, the darknight damsel rolled to her feet assuming a relaxed stance. Ms Santa smiled and stared into Barbara's eyes once more. Again the distance seem to close between her and the heroine, who felt a flush of excitement run through her. Ms Santa moved in to the attack.
"Very soon, Batgirl, you'll be the third detective in my set."
"Bring it!"
Collecting Batgirl proved to be more challenging than she had expected, for Barbara had spent many hours perfecting her combat skills, which, while not as extensive as Diana's, nor as polished as Helena's, were used by a mind that processed what she saw more rapidly and clearly than even Batman. So it was that she was able to see the strike coming before it reached her and either block or evade. Her counters, for the same reason, were more effective than the vixen in skimpy red velvet had anticipated.
"Hold still, damn you!"
Batgirl smiled, her foot spinning in a low arc that took Ms Santa's feet out from under her.
"Now why should I do that?"
But as she fell, the Christmas clad vixen did the unexpected, she pressed her hand against Barbara's crotch, purple energy flowing from her fingertips, causing the heroine to gasp in shock at the sudden pleasure and back away.
"Did I forget to mention that mama was a succubus? How remiss of me." the blond quipped.
Regaining her feet, the Christmas clad villainess executed a perfect heel strike to Batgirl's solar plexus that was so powerful and precise it was only her body armour that prevented it from being a debilitating blow. Even so, it brought her up short. The blond sang softly as she caressed the stunned heroine's breasts.
"I've got that ma-gic touch, It makes you feel so much. It casts a spell, it rings your bell, my magic touch."
It took a minute for Barbara to recover, when she did a knee to Ms Santa's crotch and an uppercut sent her reeling. Now it was the villainess turn to roll quickly to her feet.
"I've got the feel of you now, you sexy thing. Let's dance!"
Ms Santa began to take the fight to Batgirl, now, mixing her own powers with the combat skills she remembered from the heroines she had controlled before the Janus thorn interrupted the connection. A brief light touch with all the power of an extended caress was followed by a nerve strike, or a body blow, or some kind of a kick. The combination soon had the darknight damsel reeling as her body was racked with pleasure and pain.
The pain was easy enough to deal with, but the pleasure was proving to be enough of a distraction that it was putting her off her game. Suddenly Batgirl closed her eyes and focused. Her eyes opened and she clearly saw Ms Santa's next move. She reached out, snagging Ms Santa's hand as it was headed for another of those deadly caresses.
"I think I've had enough of your touch, thanks. How about we try mine?"
It was a beautiful manoeuvrer, her right leg arcing from left to right at knee height while her right hand moved back to front in an open palm strike to the chest. The foot impacted the back of Ms Santa's knees and the combination laid her flat out on her back, stunned. Ms Santa needed a moment to catch her breath, so Barbara used it to her advantage, removing the batcuffs from her utility belt.
As she approached the fallen Ms Santa, the villainess, still recovering, smiled.
"I've enjoyed this pumpkin, really, it's been fun. You dosed me with Janus thorn. You gave me a bit of a beat down. Yeah, loads of fun, but I need my beauty rest."
Batgirl smiled back, "You'll have plenty of time to rest where you're going."
She leaned over to fasten the cuffs around the villainess wrists.
"Oooh, I had no idea you were so kinky! Still, I think I'll pass, Batty. I just have too much to do tomorrow, so I think I'll need to..."
Pulling Batgirl off balance, she kissed her full on the lips. Barbara's eyes widened in shock, then her body began to relax, and finally, her eyes closed. No transfer of energy, no coma, just a deep hypnotic state. Ms Santa gently lowered the heroine to the floor.
"Now listen, Batgirl, you just sleep until sunset tomorrow and I'll be back."
Batgirl's body arched in pleasure, she moaned softly, then relaxed as her breathing took on the even rhythm of slumber. Ms Santa leaned over and put the cuffs around the sleeping heroine's wrists and held up the key.
"I'm kinky too."
Rising, she returned to the spot under the purple glow still emanating from the imprisoned Jade, lay down and closed her eyes. The pyramid slowly formed around her once more and she vanished, leaving the floor and rafters littered with unconscious heroines, most of them still gift-wrapped.
Day Twelve: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 07:30
A small black cat slipped in through the broken skylight. It stopped by each heroine for a moment, staring at them through slitted blue eyes. The two Kryptonians were bound back to back on either side of a vertical support. Their skin had a deathly pale pallor and might have been taken for dead save for the slow, even rising and falling of the chest that revealed they were still breathing. Black Canary and Troia were bound flat on their backs to one of the rafters. They too were in a deep slumber. The cat moved on, checking next on Wonder Girl, also securely trussed to a rafter, and Darkstar, more hurriedly bound, still well secured to a vertical support. Both of them were, likewise, in the same coma-like state. Starfire was secured to a rafter as well, her hands bound in such a way that any discharged starbolts would hit her own body. Her breathing, too, was deep and regular.
The cat stared at Jade for a few moments, then searched for and found a way down to the floor. It stopped by Huntress, sniffing. She, too, was out cold, her eyes moving rapidly below their lids, her breathing normal. Next a quick stop by the slumbering form of Mary Batson. She too appeared to be fine, but was shivering slightly. The cat repositioned the black sable coat so that it more thoroughly covered the sleeping young woman. Mary sighed softly, but remained otherwise immobile. Batgirl remained deep in peaceful slumber even though the cat nudged her several times. Finally, the cat moved on to the final heroine in the room.
Wonder Woman was a different matter. She, too, was unconscious, but her breathing was rapid and shallow, her eyes moving jerkily under her lids in the manner of one trapped in a nightmare. The cat meowed mournfully, but softly, then went about its work.
Quickly and carefully, the cat used tooth and paw to gather the lasso from where it lay next to the fallen Amazon. Bunching the lasso, it took one end of the bundle in its teeth and backed into the shadows and, from there, found a ground floor exit to the building, dragging the lasso all the way.
The hours drifted by and the heroines slumbered on, unnoticed by the sun as it passed by the windows in the same order it did every day and finally began to sink into the west.
Night Twelve: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 16:39
She had been waiting for hours, watching the sleeping heroines for any change, there had been none. Now the sun was finally setting and she silently shifted position yet again. Cramped muscles could be disastrous when the time finally came to act. She settled in again with a patience that would have surprised anyone who knew the green haired beauty, but if Barbara's plan were to have any hope of success, she must strike at precisely the right moment: when the mysterious Ms Santa had arrived, all the heroines had regained consciousness and before they had returned to full power.
She shifted her attention as there was finally activity below. Wonder Woman's body shook in a silent scream as she sat bolt upright. The moment passed, slowly the Amazon Princess climbed to her feet. The woman's eyes narrowed as she watched the heroine's attire change from her brightly coloured armour to a red velvet toga with white fur trim. Diana smoothed the fabric against her skin with white gloved hands and stepped towards the centre of the space below, her sandals clicking on the floor. The long slit in her toga revealed her stockinged legs and the red, calf high laces of her sandals with each step. Arriving at the spot she wished to be, she knelt and waited.
The wait was not long for either of the women as a tiny point of lavender light appeared directly below the hovering Jade and began to grow outwards in size as it got increasingly brilliant. It was not long before the woman watching from above had to close her eyes to keep from going blind. Indeed, she could still see the light through her closed eyelids. Eventually the light began to dim and Diana spoke.
"Welcome back, mistress."
It was the Christmas clad blond who stepped from the fading light, her outfit showing a lot more skin than that of the kneeling Diana. Her full skirt was mid thigh and, though she wore a coat, it hugged her like a second skin and was cut to show off her generous cleavage. Black stiletto heeled boots to her calf, a black belt, white satin gloves, and a santa hat jauntily perched atop her long blond locks completed the picture. A single gloved finger lightly lifted Diana by her chin.
"Rise and attend me."
The woman above smiled. Diana may not be fully Diana any longer, but 'Ms Santa' was not Diana yet, either. So far Barbara's plan was right on schedule.
"Our servants?"
"They still slumber, mistress."
Ms Santa nodded, stepping back below Jade, she stretched out her arms, extending all her fingers, closed her eyes, and concentrated. A long time passed with no further activity, but, one by one, the heroines began to stir. Huntress was the first to awaken, a look of determination and anger on her face. Her muscles tensed, but before she could take any action, her eyes briefly glowed with a purple light and her face assumed a blank stare.
Mary awoke more slowly, then stood abruptly to her feet and began to struggle with the adhesive gag Batgirl had put over her mouth the night before. In the rafters, the various heroines came round. Each case was the same in two respects, they awoke with a clear mind but, before they could take any action, their faces blanked. All except Barbara, she had awakened at sunset, as previously instructed, but rather than taking any action at this point she was biding her time, waiting for the moment when her actions would have the most impact. Ms Santa, however, was not willing to let her wait.
"I know you're faking, pumpkin, so you might as well get up. You're outnumbered and the element of surprise is gone, so you might as well surrender."
"She's not as outnumbered as you think!"
Mary Batson was angry.
"You used me! Used me!! I think it's past time to put an end to your evil games! SHA-"
Batgirl tried to intervene, "Mary, wait!! Don..."
"-ZAM!!!"
The word echoed through the warehouse, magical lightning cutting off Barbara's wasted plea. There, transformed once more, stood Mary, dressed all in black, a wicked smile on her face.
"I'm ba-ack!"
Even as the words left her mouth, Mary was engulfed in magic green --
"Fire!!"
The surprise in Ms Santa's voice was readily apparent as she watched the heroine bank and came around for a second pass.
"If you insist."
She 'fired' leaving Huntress likewise surrounded by the green flame.
"Stop her! Now!"
Flying closer to the floor, she passed directly over Batgirl, leaving her surrounded in flame as well.
Ms Santa laughed, "Fool! You have just trapped the only ally that you had here!"
Batgirl took the magic lasso that Fire had handed off under the covering fire and secreted it under her cape, tucking it into her belt. Fire, for her part, played as if she didn't know.
"Oh! Thanks for the tip!"
A wave of her hand opened a small path in the back of the flame allowing Batgirl the protection of it and giving her an unblocked path as well. A moment later, having cleared the mystic flame, the darknight damsel was being lifted to the rafters via batline.
Fire, meanwhile, was sealing each of the rafter stranded heroines in green spheres of fire, just as she had Mary and the Huntress. This task completed she and Barbara dropped from overhead, Fire cutting off Diana while Batgirl dropped the lasso around Ms Santa and drew it tight. She stuck the landing while Fire floated gently to the floor behind her.
"Now, Ms Santa, you will reveal to me how to free my friends."
Night Twelve: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 16:57
Diana watched from behind the office wall as Batgirl slipped the noose of her lasso around Ms Santa and drew it tight.
"Now, Ms Santa, you will reveal to me how to free my friends."
Even as the words came out of her mouth, the lasso pulled right through the...
"What the -- Hologram!"
Diana stepped around the corner and grabbed Batgirl from behind, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Thoughtful of you to leave one of your hologram generators lying around."
"I do try."
Barbara zapped her with a taser and turned to face her. Diana's muscles were still shaking as the darknight damsel moved in, a gas pellet concealed in her glove. The Amazon, not called Amazing for nothing, intercepted the fist, twisted it over open floor, forcing Barbara to drop the gas pellet there, where it popped harmlessly. A backhand blow to her other hand sent the taser flying.
"I think we should play a new game, Babs, as I've had quite enough of your toys."
Diana's left hand reached out and caressed the crime fighter's right breast, then, with the right threw her across the floor. While not as fast as either of the supers, Diana was the fastest of her sisters and crossed the distance before the poor bat had time to recover.
Barbara zapped her friend with a taser, dropped a knockout pellet into her glove, and turned swinging. She knew that no plan survives contact with the enemy, that's why she had prepared so. Still, Diana had an edge -- she knew Batgirl's fighting techniques well while the reverse was no longer true. Somehow, Diana had the skills and strength of everyone on the other side while having none of their weaknesses. The plan had tried to minimize that effect by keeping the supers under the effects of green K for the duration, but it still left her an uphill battle. A fact that Diana demonstrated, shaking off the taser effect and, using one of Helena's moves, intercepted her blow painfully twisting her wrist and crushing her hand until she was forced to drop the gas pellet on the floor. She tried another strike with the taser, but Diana backhanded it across the room.
"I think we should play a new game, Babs, as I've had quite enough of your toys."
The caress was more intense than anything Barbara had ever experienced. Perfect, sensual, even -- magic! She was definitely in trouble. Then she was flying. Away from her taser. She tried to twist for a decent landing, but was only able to fall well. She was trying to regain her feet when Diana's white gloved fingers found both breasts this time. She felt helpless. Awash in a sea of pleasure so intense it threatened her sanity. She felt a response building within her body.
"No! Don't!"
Diana smiled, “Why? Don't you like the way it feels?”
A gentle pinch elicited the moan that was welling up within, and Diana, uncharacteristically, giggled.
“Yes, I think that you do!"
A crotch strike doubled Barbara over, then more of that magic touch on her breasts cancelled out the pain.
"Are you ready to? Oh! Yes! I think so!"
Her nipples were so hard, the pleasure washing through her made it so hard to think of anything else as Diana played her breasts with magical precision.
"I have all the skills and powers of the mistress, now, and she has mine. You have lost."
Barbara dug deep within, but the most she could do was to look Diana in the eyes.
"Have I?"
Then she glanced down at those lips. Those soft, inviting, lips right there in front of her.
"I think so, Babs, you can no longer resist your desire. Surrender."
Barbara knew she had to concentrate. That she had to focus if she were to -- lips. They were soft and inviting. Wait!! You don't like girls!!
She drew back her fist, swinging with everything she had. Diana shook the blow off with a smirk.
"Is that the best you have left? Come, Babs, taste of my lips and know true bliss."
Again her hands knew just how to send the struggling Barbara. Her skills deserted her, her mind struggled to focus. Those lips -- what do they taste like? She tried closing her eyes but, when she did, all she saw were those lips. She sighed as Diana's hands teased her breasts, continuing to do things that just overwhelmed her senses. She opened her eyes, Diana smiled at her. With an effort she looked away from those -- they look so sweet. Surely it wouldn't hurt to taste? NO! I must prevail! Diana's lips are -- Diana's lips -- Lips. She sighed and leaned forwards, their lips glowing as they touched. Barbara's body stiffened. For a moment it seemed the pleasure would have no end but her body relaxed into Diana's arms and her world went black.
Night Twelve: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC, 16:57
The woman clothed in green flame, startled by Batgirl's outburst, started to turn and look.
"What the -- Hologram!"
Hologram, wait! Was Diana a... Her head was already pivoting back towards Diana when she felt a thrill of sensation running down her spine. No one can touch me when I'm covered by the magic flame.
"How is it that I can?"
The voice behind her broke perfectly into her inner conversation. Is she a...
"Mind reader? Not quite, though I am well attuned to your emotions and I know that what you really want is for me to..."
The finger, it was definitely a finger, ran down her spine again sending that thrill to every nerve ending in her body. She pivoted, swinging, but her skills were rudimentary as she relied mainly on her powers. The sexy blond she had seen earlier easily intercepted the fist. She's not supposed to be able to get through my...
"Fire? Did you forget that I am a being of magic? I can move through its ripples the way you move through air. Better even."
Fingers ran down her captive arm sending yet more unwanted, though admittedly pleasant, sensations through her nerve endings. She knew exactly how these powers worked, but that didn't mean she could resist them any better than... What was that sound? Barbara!! She's in trouohhh!
"Just as much trouble as you are, my dear Fire. You will complete my set of three beings whose powers are created by magic."
Green flame flew from her hand to the sexy blond in red. Ms Santa laughed it off, literally.
"I'm afraid you're in quite the pickle, my dear Fire. You might as well give up and wait for Diana to finish with the little bat over there."
A green fiery knee hit a red clad crotch.
"Laugh this off!"
She grabbed for blond hair, got red hat, tossed that aside and grabbed the hair, yanking the head it was connected to down into a rising knee. The impact was solid and Ms Santa went down. The fire covered woman approached the fallen sex bomb just as she exploded.
"Try to be nice! That's what I get. Well, if that's the way you want to play it!"
Ms Santa changed her orientation to the fiery woman without rising. Now perpendicular to her, the Santa clad vixen placed her feet, right behind the heroine's knee, left in front of her ankle and rolled.
"What th-- ughh!"
The poor girl hadn't seen it coming and the combination of the foot strike behind the knees with the torque against the ankle dumped her on her face. The blond wasn't satisfied with just dumping her, however. She continued to roll, bending the heroine's knees and painfully stretching them out over her own ankle. The scream was loud and the flame went out. Now a green haired woman in dark green leather was face down on the floor. Pinned down by a leg lock and unable to reach her tormentor with her hands, she could do nothing to stop the blond from working her legs over.
"I don't need you functional, merely alive so that deliciously magical life force of yours can be tapped. You and Mary and Jenn will provide the magic. Diana's magical origins will let her channel that magic -- and all the powers of the others -- into me on an as needed basis. The perfect battery that will keep me young and healthy for years to come."
She changed the hold into a figure four leg lock, sat on the leverage ankle, grabbed a handful of green hair, and yanked, arching the heroine's spine. The heroine screamed again, then muttered something under her breath. Green fire exploded outward, sending the sexy Santa siren flying to land with a whump.
"You really shouldn't piss me off. It's a bad idea!"
She stalked towards the red clad vixen and kicked her in the head with the better of her two legs. The other leg wobbled and she nearly fell, but she managed to get her stronger leg back on the floor in time. Rattling off a stream of angry Spanish at the now fallen figure, she kicked her in the head a second time.
"You really shouldn't do that. It's just not nice!"
She turned towards the sound just in time to see a black gloved fist up close and personal.