Hi all...first timer here. Please be gentle. :) I've always wondered why we never saw these two heroines team up, so I'm going to just have to write it myself! Obviously I don't own either character. They're the properties of their respective companies. This work is for fun and enjoyment only, so enjoy it! I'm also open to suggestion if there's something you might like to see along the way.
Part One
Karen Starr idly scrolled through the list of emails crowding her inbox when the intercom buzzed. "Yes?" she said, leaning forward.
A voice crackled through the intercom. "Ms. Starr? Your 9:30 is here. Ms. Danvers?" Karen frowned. All this technology at her disposal and she couldn't get a decent intercom system installed? Oh well, she shrugged, can't let it get in the way of business. "Show her in," she responded.
Col. Carol Danvers turned out to be nothing like Karen was expecting when she'd heard of her military background. Her tall, slender frame had just enough curve to it to make the drab beige of her uniform still seem to struggle to stay immodest. Her blonde hair, held in a tight bun behind her, seemed to belie a vast mane of tresses were they to be set free. Karen silently felt a kinship with this woman, as she understood all too well the perils of having a particular figure yet being forced to hide it behind a particular cut of clothing.
Danvers offered her hand, and Karen took it in a firm but polite handshake. "Ms. Starr, I hope you won't mind, but I've asked my associate, Mrs. Van Dyne, to accompany me."
The woman standing just behind Carol was nearly her opposite number, her petite frame only highlighted by her short-cropped brown hair.
"Janet Van Dyne?" Karen nodded as she took her hand. "The designer?"
"The same," the perky woman chirped playfully as she smiled back at her. "Col. Danvers and I have worked together in the past, and she felt I might be of some assistance with our discussion today. If it's a problem I can wait outs-"
Karen put a hand up. "It's not a problem at all," she said with a bit of a blush. "It's just...well, I'm a bit of a fan. I'm wearing one of your outfits, if you hadn't noticed."
Janet looked her up and down. "I had wondered, but I didn't want to blurt anything out. You're a bit...umm...curvier than the usual runway models I'm used to."
The three laughed lightly as Karen motioned to small meeting table. As they took their seats, Karen initiated the conversation. "I'll admit, Col. Danvers - "
"Carol," Danvers interrupted. "We're not on the base, and you're not under arrest."
"Fine," Karen nodded. "Carol, I'm a bit concerned with the sudden military interest in my little technology company."
"Well," Carol leaned back in her chair. "It's only recently come to our attention...the potential of the things your company creates...you may not realize it but you wield a lot of power, girl!"
Karen cocked her head. "Excuse me? What did you say?"
Carol leaned forward. "I said you wield a lot of power...girl."
It struck her like a thunderbolt. Suddenly she saw beyond the military garb and tightly brushed hair. Okay lady, she thought, two can play this game.
"Well, I suppose I do. Tell me though, Ms. Danvers. You haven't come to just marvel at my accomplishments, have you?"
"Oh for Pete's sake!" Van Dyne cut in. "Can we just knock off the pretense?"
Karen quickly rose from her chair and strode purposefully to her office door. Sticking her head out to speak to her assistant, she quietly requested no interruptions and to cancel all appointments for the rest of the day. Locking the door, she quickly spun around with super-speed. This'll give those two a bit of a thrill, she thought as she changed from her normal office attire into the more familiar white, red and blue outfit of her alter ego - Power Girl!
Her smirk quickly turned to astonishment as she found Ms. Marvel and The Wasp already in costume at the table, as if they'd barely moved.
"What kept you?" the Wasp said with a smile. Karen shrugged in exasperation. "Okay, so you know who I am, and I know who you are. Keep in mind nobody else at Starrware knows it, though."
"We're the military," Ms. Marvel said plainly. "We've known about you for some time now, but because you do good work, we tend not to see a need to interfere."
"I see," Power Girl said, taking back her seat. "And if I weren't doing good work?"
"I'd take you out," Ms. Marvel said, her stare almost daring Power Girl to try and test her on that subject. Before Karen could consider it, though, Carol continued. "We're not here to see who's better than who, though. We have a much larger problem. Advanced Idea Mechanics."
"AIM?" Power Girl sat back in her chair. "The beekeeper guys?"
The Wasp leaned forward. "Deadlier than you think they are, despite their horrible fashion sense. Long story short, they're looking to create a super-soldier. An army of them."
"Using Starrware technology," Ms. Marvel chimed in.
"And my husb...well, ex-husband's...armor designs," Janet quickly added.
Karen put a hand to her head, trying to process this new information. "I don't know how they could have gotten ahold of any of our trade secrets. We keep that stuff under lock and ke-"
Ms. Marvel crossed her legs in front of her, and Power Girl did her best to try not to notice them. She suddenly understood how everyone felt when she confronted them and had to do everything in her power not to get them to stare at her breasts.
"Karen," Ms. Marvel put a comforting hand on Karen's bare leg. "Nobody's blaming you. They're criminals. They steal things. The fact is, they've got it."
"The question is, what are we going to do about it?" Janet stood up, revealing the fourteenth new version of her costume this year, an orange and yellow unitard that tried to reveal more leg than usual. No doubt brought out to at least try and keep pace with Carol's, Karen thought.
"We could use some extra muscle on this," Ms. Marvel stood up beside her partner. "AIM aren't pushovers, and we just thought -"
"That I'd have a vested interest in some payback?" Power Girl rose to face them. "Believe it," she said with a smile and a wink.
Outside her office, Karen's assistant made a quick call on her cellphone.
"They arrived?" a voice said abruptly without any greeting.
"Both of them," the assistant said. "I would expect company, soon."
"Good," the voice responded. "The alien will be ours. And with her, the world!"
To Be Continued...
(Note: I know...not much sexy action (or any action) this first chapter...but I had to set it up first! :) )
Part 2
Janet held firmly to Power Girl's cape, doing her best to maintain her balance as the three heroines sped toward their eventual confrontation. It was necessary, she knew, to hitch a ride. As the Wasp, she could never match the speed of Ms. Marvel or Power Girl.
"So is it true?" she yelled into Power Girl's ear. "About you being an alien and all?"
Power Girl smiled. "I suppose it is. I come from a planet called Krypton, but it's a Krypton from a different dimension than your own."
Janet tried to piece it together. "So you're...like Superman...but NOT like Superman?"
"More like Supergirl," Power Girl laughed lightly. "But yes. We share a similar history, but even still Superman and I are like aliens to each other."
Ms. Marvel flew closer to the pair. "Better cut down on the chit-chat, ladies," she said, her military background coming through in her voice. "We're nearly there." She pointed to an installation well hidden amid the mountainous region they were flying over.
"So what do we do?" the Wasp asked. "Sneak in?"
"What, with this much power at our disposal?" Power Girl snickered. "I say we knock on the front door!"
Ms. Marvel smiled. "I'm going to agree with Power Girl on this one. Chances are they've already detected us. We might as well deal with a frontal assault and do as much property damage as possible!" So saying, she swooped down in a low arc to land just in front of the main entrance to the no-longer-hidden warehouse. Power Girl followed her lead, and once she landed the Wasp hopped off her shoulder and hovered in the air beside her.
A klaxon was already blaring by the time they landed and soon the entrance area was filled with AIM troopers, their beekeeper uniforms all too familiar to two members of the party, but not to Power Girl.
"Oh my God, they really do look as ridiculous as I'd heard," she chuckled.
"Don't underestimate them," the Wasp whispered into her ear.
"Okay," Ms. Marvel took a step forward to address the enemy troops. "You guys should all know the drill by now. If you want, you can spare yourselves the beating, and just give up the stolen tech and we'll only arrest you."
The troops remained motionless for a moment, then a few in the center of the file moved aside as a taller figure emerged. His blue, metallic skin and yellow unfeeling eyes were unfamiliar to Power Girl, but the two Avengers recognized him right off the bat.
"Techno," Ms. Marvel sneered. "Done being a Thunderbolt, I see."
"I quit that outfit a long time ago, babe. AIM gave me a better offer...and a pretty sweet upgrade!" He raised his hand, and Ms. Marvel immediately assumed a defensive posture. Behind him, each AIM trooper raised what appeared to be an energy rifle.
"Fine," Carol sneered, "We'll do this the hard wa-AAAAAUGH!!!" Her sentence was cut short by a stinging, painful burst of energy. She'd felt it only once before. During a sparring session with her fellow Avengers.
It was a Wasp's Sting.
Power Girl whirled around just in time to get a face full of the same energy beam. The Wasp whirled and spun around both heroines, blasting them repeatedly.
"Ms. Marvel! Power Girl! I-I can't control myself!" Janet screamed as she continued to blast bolt after painful bolt at her friends.
"Of course you can't," Techno grinned evilly. "Thanks to AIM, I can control any sort of technology. Including that shapely power suit you wear!"
Power Girl instinctively swatted at the Wasp, not wanting to hurt her, but realizing she couldn't allow herself to continue to be a target. "Ms. Marvel! What do we do?" she cried out. Ms. Marvel wasn't having much more luck, staggering around to try and avoid the Wasp's controlled blasts.
"We may need to take to the air, Power Girl. We can regroup and..."
"I don't think so," Techno interrupted. "Troops...FIRE!"
Simultaneously, each trooper fired their energy laser at the duo, the Wasp focusing her string to add to the barrage. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Techno laughed. "You're used to one or two troopers maybe tickling you with those energy rifles. It's not quite the same story when they've been upgraded and they're all hitting you at the same time, is it?"
"Agggh!" Power Girl screamed. Ms. Marvel tried to focus. She could absorb this energy. She could use it back against them, but there was just so much of it! She staggered backward and hit something hard. It was her partner, equally weakened by the blasts.
"Ms. Marvel...getting weaker..." Power Girl groaned. "Can't believe this..."
Suddenly, both women were on their knees as the energy assault continued. Carol frowned. This couldn't be happening! Not this easily! Something had gone wr-
She couldn't finish the thought as darkness claimed her. As she slumped forward, the last thing she saw was Power Girl's already unconscious form lying beside her.
Techno stood over the unconscious females, the Wasp hovering helplessly beside him, controlled by his power. "Okay, boys, you have your orders. Secure the alien and get her inside."
The AIM troopers used energy shackles to bind Powergirl's arms and legs and, hoisting her overhead, three of them carried her into the darkness of the warehouse. Another trooper approached Techno.
"What about her, sir?" he motioned to Ms. Marvel's sleeping body.
"Well, stick around. The client didn't say anything about her," he turned to the Wasp, "OR her...so I have a fun idea to take them both out of the picture."
"You won't get away with this!" the Wasp defiantly screamed at him. Techno looked her squarely in the eyes, his yellowed lenses turning red for effect.
"I already did get away with it, pint-size!" he chided. "But if I can kill two Avengers in the process, more's the fun!"
"Bind her," Techno motioned to Ms. Marvel's unmoving body. "Just the arms for the moment." With a simple blast a trooper had Carol's arms secured firmly behind her back, held by an unbreakable energy beam.
"W-what are you going to do to her!" the Wasp demanded, trying to stay brave though she couldn't move.
"It's what YOU are going to do to her that should worry you," he responded, and with a snap of his fingers, the Wasp's hands moved to her side. Try as she might she could not move them. Her wings stopped fluttering and she dropped, stiff as a pencil into Techno's waiting hand.
"Y'see?" he said, walking toward Ms. Marvel's body and kneeling beside it. "I control your armor, so I control you. I control whether you fly or not. Whether you shoot that weapon of yours or not. And most importantly right now...I control whether you get big or not."
So saying he gently pulled aside the bottom of Ms. Marvel's costume, revealing her pussy to the assembled crowd. "You see," he continued, "I have a scientific theory to test. What happens if you were to grow large while inside another person?" He slid Janet's prone form, feet first, deep inside of Ms. Marvel, her head just peeking out below the clitoris.
"You monster! You wouldn't dare!" she screamed as Techno moved Ms. Marvel's uniform back to cover her, securing the Wasp in place as well.
"Oh, I'd dare," he smiled. The AIM troopers secured Ms. Marvel's legs together with energy shackles, ensuring she couldn't spread them. "But first I think we need to wake up your partner, don' you?" He snapped his fingers.
Unwillingly Janet fired a Wasp's Sting right into Ms. Marvel, the electrical energy forcing her awake with a shock. "Ahhh!" she cried out, then quickly became away of her situation. "You sick pervert!" she snarled at Techno. "What do you think you-AAAGHHH!!" she screamed as another sting permeated her body.
"You've got to fight it, Ms. Marvel! I-I'll think of something!" Janet screamed at the top of her lungs.
Techno frowned. "Can we shut her up?" he asked a trooper, who nodded and, holding a small cannister up to Ms. Marvel's hips, sprayed the area with a concentrated knockout gas.
"No! You can't do...can't....do...musn't.....ohhhhh," the Wasp shouted from behind the tiny flap of cloth that held her in place as sleep overtook her.
Ms. Marvel tried to sit up, but could only flounder on the ground in front of Techno and the two troopers behind him. "I swear...I'll kill you for this, Techno!"
"You'll have about five minutes to try," he said, waving his hand. Suddenly, Carol felt something beginning to get bigger inside her. "Feel that?" Techno joked. "That's your partner, growing a little bigger each passing second. I'd say within the first two minutes you'll have the widest pussy in human history...and in three to four you'll be too dead to care!"
"Uhnn..." was all Carol could grunt out. "Gotta....uhhnnn.....ahhhnnn..."
"Such a pity," Techno tsked. "One of the greatest female crimefighters used as a living dildo to do in one of the prettiest. A waste, really."
Ms. Marvel writhed and shook in front of her captors as her partner continued to grow inside her. It couldn't end like this! It just couldn't!
Will it? To be continued...
Part 3
Kara's first thought as consciousness returned to her was that she couldn't move. Her hands were secured firmly to the metal chair she was sitting in. Well, she thought, not for long, and with a concentrated effort she...did absolutely nothing.
"Don't bother, Power Girl," a voice called out from the darkness that surrounded her. "You should get comfortable. You're going to be in that chair for quite some time."
Kara gritted her teeth. "Who are you?!?" she demanded, but the only response was silence. "Who ARE you?!?" she shouted. Still no response. She shifted in her chair, violently shaking, in the hopes that there was a weak link somewhere she could break.
"Are you done?" the voice asked plainly.
"Come a little closer and I'll show you how done I...uhnnn..." Power Girl suddenly felt a wave of nausea interrupt her. An eerie green glow moved toward her from the darkness, held by a person still silhouetted in darkness.
"Recognize this?" the voice said flatly. "It's kryptonite."
"K-kryptonite?" Kara said, feeling her body get weaker as the small stone got closer to her. "But that's impossible...I'm immune to the effects of kryptonite!"
"Yet here you are," the voice chuckled. "Getting weaker by the second. How could that possibly be?"
Kara wasn't sure. The only thing she was sure of was that she needed to put some distance between her and that stone, somehow! Whoever the hidden figure was, it must have sensed her panic, as it set the stone gently but securely within the nest of her cleavage. Kara moaned as wave after wave of pain wracked her body.
"Uhnnn....please," she begged, hating herself as she did. "You'll kill me...uhhhnnn..."
"Not with that small an exposure," the voice responded. "You'll suffer. You'll weaken. You'll wish you were dead. But you won't die. That's not our goal."
Sweat began to form on Power Girl's brow. "What...what is your...nnggh...you goal, then?"
"Why, to break you, Power Girl," the voice said matter-of-factly. "To break you."
"AAAHHHHHH!" Ms. Marvel screamed as the Wasp grew yet again inside her. Soon it would become too much, she knew, but she could barely concentrate to even form some kind of plan. Janet was unconscious, and embedded firmly inside her. In another minute she would start tearing flesh as she grew too large to stay within Carol's vagina. Even now it was torturous as she continue to enlarge.
What was worse, she was writhing and screaming in front of Techno and two AIM soldiers, who seemed to be getting off on her torment. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but as Janet grew within her, she could no longer contain herself.
"Uhhhnnn....ssstop...." she cried, hating the tears that were forming at the side of her eyes.
"Mmmm...let's take a vote," Techno teased. "I vote no. You guys?" He motioned to the two AIM soldiers.
"No way," one laughed behind his visor. The other just laughed. Carol gritted her teeth. You better pray I don't find a way out of this or I'll kill you both!
No sooner had she thought it, than two arrows pierced each trooper. One had just enough time to say "Wha?" before a third arrow slammed hard into Techno's chest. He burst into an electrical fury as his body shook violently. In unison, the trio dropped to the ground at Carol's feet.
She could only lay there, bound by her shackles, hearing the slow but determined approach of her...savior? New captor? She couldn't be sure. Janet had stopped growing, but she was still uncomfortably large inside her. Finally, she got a look at the stranger. Clad mostly in purple and black, with a few white accents on her high-cut bottoms and crop-top chestplate, the brunette seemed armed to the teeth with an assortment of weapons, including the crossbow she still held at the ready. Soon enough she was beside Ms. Marvel, quickly fumbling with her outfit.
"This may hurt a bit," she whispered, "but I imagine it will feel much better once I'm through." So saying, she slid Janet slowly out of her, and Carol sighed with relief and, to her surprise and shame, a little bit of pleasure. She would never be able to look at her friend the same way again, she frowned.
"Who...who are you?" she tried to sit up.
"I'm a friend of Power Girl's," she said as she attempted to revive Janet with an extra small dosage of smelling salts. "I go by the name Huntress. Let me get your friend up and running and I'll get you out of those energy shackles. We shouldn't waste time getting to know each other. At least not yet."
Once Janet was revived, but groggy, Huntress turned her attention to freeing Ms. Marvel. A few short painful shocks later, Carol's hands and feet were her own again. Without another word, the raven-haired woman scooped the Wasp into her hands and beckoned Ms. Marvel to follow her. Her motorcycle was a few yards away.
"It's okay," Carol said as they approached. "I can fly out of here."
"And get shot down when you try," Huntress responded grimly. "Don't be stupid. Get on."
Carol straddled the bike and put her arms around Huntress' waist. The bike rocketed away, and Carol let herself rest against Huntress' back.
"You're both still weak from the pounding you took," Huntress said flatly. "I'll get you to my safehouse and we can plan from there. I can't believe you all screwed this up the way you did. If my part...if Power Girl suffers...I swear I'll kill every AIM soldier on this planet...and then I'll come for both of you!"
Three cups of black coffee later, the three women were huddled around a small card table. It had taken more time for Carol and Janet to regain their footing than they'd thought.
"Thanks for saving us Miss...Huntress? Do you have a real name?" Carol wasted no time fishing for information. She'd never even seen a dossier on this person.
"I do, and you don't know it, Ms. Danvers. Ms. Van Dyne." Her smile said it all. Her intel was clearly better than their own.
"Okay, you have us at a disadvantage," Janet said. "Doesn't change the fact that we have to do something to get Power Girl away from those AIM soldiers."
Huntress stared icily at her. "First off 'we' aren't doing anything. You're out of this op."
"What?!?" Janet stood up and slammed the table. Looking to Carol for support, she continued. "You're not going to let this bit-"
"She's right," Carol hung her head, then looked up at Janet. "You don't have a prayer as long as Techno is working for them. It'd be the same as if we'd brought Iron Man, Jocasta...any technology based Avenger in."
"It's nothing personal," Huntress chimed in. "But you'll compromise the mission, and likely get my friend killed. You want to help? Go back to your Avenger clubhouse and find someone who can be of use to us."
"Screw you, lady!" Janet shot back. "I don't take orders from -"
"You take orders from me, Janet," Carol interrupted calmly. "You know who we need on this operation. Get her."
Janet nodded. "It'll take time. Classes may be in session."
"Find a substitute!" Huntress gritted. "You can fill your friend in on the specifics, but if it's going to 'take some time'...I don't have that kind of luxury. Neither does Power Girl!"
She rose from her chair, and Ms. Marvel joined her. "Look, lady," she said firmly. "I don't know you, but I've seen enough to know you're out of your depth here."
"Says the super-powered bottle blonde who just used her partner as a vibrator," Huntress sneered.
"I am a natural blonde and you're still a non-powered woman who thinks she can just sneak into an AIM base and free her friend!"
"Actually," the Huntress smiled wickedly. "That's exactly what I think I'm gonna do. You coming?"
To be continued in Part 4
Part 4
Ms. Marvel clung to Huntress' back as the pair zoomed back to the AIM warehouse on her motorcycle. She still wanted to fly, but Huntress had demanded she stay grounded. The Wasp, still resenting the Huntress' take-charge attitude, had heard enough, and had fairly stomped out of the room with only the barest of "Thank Yous" to their savior. Ms. Marvel apologized on her behalf, and if the Huntress had taken any effect, she hadn't shown it.
Holding her tightly, it was easy to see how she'd lasted as long as she had in the heroing game without a single superpower. Her tight abdomen held up a study, muscular frame that was no doubt the result of years of intensive training. Military training, Carol wondered, filing the thought for another day when she had access to the SHIELD database.
"You're very quiet," Carol offered. The Huntress remained silent for a solid mile or so before responding. "There's nothing to discuss. Focus on the mission."
Carol frowned. She wasn't going to get any information out of her that way. "Do you supposed you could let me in on the plan?"
Huntress pulled the bike over, and in one swift move shifted her position so she was suddenly facing Ms. Marvel, but still sitting firmly on the bike. How had she moved so swiftly, Carol wondered. If she was keeping secrets, perhaps one of them was that she was a super-powered being.
"The plan," she said firmly, "is for you to do what I tell you when I tell you. We're going to sneak in, free my friend, and sneak back out. Later on, Power Girl and I will come back and finish the job you and your friend screwed up."
That was enough, Carol gritted her teeth. "Now listen to me, tough girl," she snarled. "We may have botched this job, but I'm not going to be lectured by you on how to-"
The slap came fast, and hurt more than Carol wanted to admit. No sooner had Carol started firing up an energy blast with her fists than she felt the hot breath of the Huntress as her face blocked her field of view.
"You'll get one shot, so make it a good one. Your little fuckup may cost my partner her life, and if she dies I don't give a DAMN what powers you may have...you're dead." She didn't blink, didn't look away, but Carol didn't either.
For a minute the two women didn't move, each second seeming to take a minute itself.
The Huntress broke the silence. "Get this straight. We're not friends. We're not even colleagues. I don't like you and you don't have to like me. Help me get my friend out of this and I'll forget you got her into it, and then we can go back to not knowing each other existed. Got it?"
Carol's eyes became slits. "Fine with me."
"Good," the Huntress turned back to the bike and kicked it into gear. "Until then, shut up and listen to me."
They rode on in silence, Carol's dislike of her new partner increasing with each mile. Well, she thought to herself, hopefully Janet got through to our mutual friend. She might be the ace in the hole to turn things around if things went South again.
"You're wrong, professor," a voice called out from the 300 or so students gathered in the auditorium. "Replace the value of x with an odd number and you'll find the acceleration will always increase as the formula approaches zero."
While the professor studied the equation on the blackboard, several faces looked back to find the source of the voice, a slender brown-haired wisp of a girl with wide, oval glasses and a more buxom, brown-haired friend doing her best to hide behind her physics book.
"Good job, Kitty," Mary said in a harsh whisper, "Now everyone's looking at us!"
"It would appear Ms. Pryde is correct," the professor said loudly. "Which is why we should never accept a person's age as an indicator of their willingness to learn...or to teach. Well done, Ms. Pryde."
The eyes went away, and Mary lowered her book. "So tell me, Brainiac," she gritted, "why don't you just teach the class?"
"Because then," Kitty whispered back, "I'd have to fail my friend who's barely passing as it is. You still coming over for tutoring tomorrow."
"I need to," Mary admitted, "but my sorority is..."
Kitty sighed audibly, "You need to quit that group...they've got nothing but bad intentions for you, and-"
Mary crossed her long, shapely legs noticeably. "You're just jealous they didn't take you, that's all."
Kitty's phone buzzed audibly, effectively ending the argument. Looking at the number, she quickly rose from her chair. "I have to take this," she whispered to Mary. "Take notes," she said, quickly adding "Take GOOD notes."
Mary watched her friend go, waited a few minutes, then got up herself. Sorry Kitty, she thought to herself, but your little secret isn't such a secret anymore.
Ms. Marvel waited patiently while the Huntress deftly undid the screws of the airduct grating. "Pretty cliche, isn't it? Sneaking in through the air vents?"
"Cliche works," the Huntress said, effectively ignoring her as she quietly pulled the grating free. "AIM is paranoid, but they're also careless enough to not monitor their ductwork." She motioned to Carol to get in.
"Wait," Carol put up a hand. "Why am I taking point?"
"One, if we need to get out quick, those energy blasts of yours will do it a lot faster than my screwdriver. Two, it lets me keep an eye on you. Three, you've got a nice butt."
Carol paused. Huntress smiled. "What," she said, "I'm not totally humorless. Now get in the damn vent!"
Carol complied, and for at least half an hour it was little more than two women trying to keep quiet as they crawled on hands and knees through shaft after shaft of vent. Hope you're enjoying the view, she thought, but whether she was or not, the Huntress was making no indication.
Suddenly, the pair found what they were looking for. Power Girl was directly below them, strapped to a chair with a strange green stone lodged in her cleavage. Ms. Marvel looked behind her, and the Huntress motioned to her to move ahead so she could open the grate without attracting too much attention. In seconds the two were in the room with Power Girl. Carol could see the torment in Huntress' eyes, but even still the raven-haired woman motioned for her to stay back until they could determine it was safe.
"Kara," she whispered. "Kara, can you hear me?"
"H-hel-" Power Girl stammered, and with that nothing else mattered. The two heroines quickly moved to the chair. "It's okay," the Huntress said, her bravado and sternness replaced with a voice of concern.
"I'll use my energy beam to get these shackled offAAAAAGGGH!!!" Ms. Marvel screamed as an intense beam of light pierced her from the ceiling. The light beam shot through her chest, but her entire body writhed in agony.
"Wha-" was all the Huntress could blurt out before a second beam shot her as well. For a moment both women screamed and contorted in pain. It had been a trap all along, and they had fallen for it. It would be the last thought either woman would have as the beams shut off, darkness claimed them, and they collapsed at Power Girl's shackled feet.
"No!" Power Girl found the strength to scream. "You said you wouldn't hurt them!"
"And we didn't," a voice spoke from an intercom somewhere in the darkness. "We killed them."
"Killed?" she shook her head. It couldn't be, but Huntress wasn't moving, and neither was Ms. Marvel. She desperately tried to see any sign of life. A chest moving up and down, a flicker of an eyelid...but there was nothing. Oh Helena, she thought, please...no.
"We're the bad guys, Power Girl," the voice continued. "It's what we do. And now it's your turn."
The beam hit her squarely in the chest. Thanks to the kryptonite, she felt every needle-piercing, burning bit of it, and as the energy permeated her body, all she could do was sit and scream and pray it would all be over soon.
To be continued in Part 5...if there's anyone left alive to continue it!
Part 5
As she slide the sky blue tights over her hips, Kitty had one thought: "Fit!" It had been some time since she'd donned her old Shadowcat outfit, but she smiled as they slid firmly over her waist. Maybe a little more snugly than in years past, but not uncomfortable at all. She was glad she'd thought to bring the old uniform along. The yellow and blue spandex of Xavier's school simply wouldn't work here. The goal was to try and live a normal life. To fit in to normal society as Katherine Pryde. Not Kitty. Not Shadowcat. Not as an X-Man.
Yet here she was, pulling the dark blue unitard over her shoulders, a little happy that her bust filled it out more than it used to. She remained on call to the X-Men, but it had been important to her to get a degree outside the school, and they were very supportive of her in that effort. Though it was unexpected to get a call from the Wasp, it wasn't surprising. She'd worked with them in the past, and had been in contact with a few of them for some time.
Still, she thought as she slipped one foot into her dark blue boots, taking on AIM was hardly a job for one girl...even a girl who can walk through solid objects. The goal was simple: sneak in, stay hidden, assess the situation, and extract anyone who needed it.
Yeah, she thought, simple. She zipped up the jacket and frowned. Fashions had pretty much moved on from the days of the bulky leather shoulder-padded look, but it was still part of her costume. Affixing the mask to her face, she did a quick look in her dorm-room mirror and smiled. Shadowcat was back!
"Nice," a voice called out from behind her. Kitty whirled. It was Mary! Her friend! Her roomie! But she'd left her back in class!
"M-mary!" she stammered. "This isn't-"
Mary leaned against the closet door. "Yes it is, Kitty," she smiled. "I've had a hunch for some time."
Kitty looked at the floor. What could she do now? "Oh god...this wasn't supposed to ha-"
Mary quickly paced across the small room to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Kit," she said calmly. "You have a secret. I'm not going to tell anyone about it. I promise. If anything, it's really cool!"
She then stepped a few paces back from her. "Because now I have someone I can share my secret with." Kitty looked up just in time to see Mary say a simple word: "Shazam!"
A blinding flash of light, and suddenly she stood before the female Captain Marvel. Kitty's jaw hit the floor. "Oh my god, you're...you're!"
"Call me Mary," her friend said. "Everyone does, even though I'm actually Captain Marvel." Kitty looked her up and down from the bright whites of her cape to the flowing reds of her miniskirt down to the yellow footies she wore.
"But...how did you get in? Nobody can sneak up on me!" Kitty finally blurted out.
"I have a key, dummy!" Mary laughed. "And I can be pretty quiet when I need to be."
"So you saw me get paged and figured this was a chance to catch me in the act," Kitty frowned.
"No, Kit. I saw it as an opportunity for the two of us to stop hiding from each other, and maybe a chance to help on whatever it is you're going to go do?"
Kitty looked up at her. Maybe she could help. She explained the situation as the Wasp had explained it to her. After a bit of consideration, Mary finally spoke up: "I think we're understaffed."
"Huh?" Kitty cocked her head.
"You're telling me Power Girl, Ms. Marvel, the Wasp and now the Huntress have all gone into this base and not come out? It doesn't take the wisdom of Solomon to realize that even with our power we're likely to be outgunned."
Kitty thought it over. It might be a good idea to bring some backup. "Do you have any ideas?"
"Well, if your friend the Wasp is to be believed, technology won't work against them, even if they aren't employing that Techno person anymore. It sounds like they've had a massive weapons upgrade. I have an amazonian friend who does really well against people with weapons. If things go south, she can be a force of nature and wreak enough havoc to give us a chance to get out."
Kitty smiled. She'd heard about the Amazons and their fabled battle prowess. "I have a friend as well. A powerful telekinetic and psychic. They might not see her coming, and she's only a psychic link away."
"Yes," Mary agreed. "Someone with mental powers might be a big help! I can have my friend back here in a matter of minutes."
"Okay then," Kitty said. "But not here. Hopefully nobody in the rest of the dorm is freaking out that a flash of lightning just went off in one of the rooms. Twenty minutes, meet me and my friend in the park just outside the Student Union."
Mary smiled perkily, and suddenly Kitty saw a flash of the youthful exuberance her friend always seemed to have. "Great! Let's go save our friends!"
"Yeah," Kitty pounded a fist into her palm. "AIM won't know what hit them..."
Kara shook her head and put a hand up to massage her...her hands were free!
Quickly she sat up, and immediately regretted it. The room swayed and swooned around her and for a moment the vertigo nearly threatened to put her back on her back. Still, her hands were free, as were her legs. She no longer felt weak and helpless. The kryptonite had been removed! She tried to assess the situation. She was in a fairly normal sized room, on the floor, Ms. Marvel was lying next to her, there were two beds, a table, and...
Ms. Marvel! Power Girl quickly got to her knees and loomed over her. Bending low over her face, she tried to feel breath coming out as she grabbed a wrist to feel for a pulse. One beat...then two...
"She's alive, if that's what you're wondering," a voice called out from a dark corner of the room. "AIM isn't about to let such beautiful and powerful creatures as yourselves go to waste."
"If you've hurt her in any way - " Power Girl started, but then focused her attention on reviving Ms. Marvel. A few light slaps and Carol groggily shook her head. Power Girl smiled. Whatever situation they were in, they weren't dead, and that meant there was still hope!
"Of course we hurt her," the voice continued. "That beam had to have hurt like hell. Look what it did to her costume! She's got a boob hole just like you do!" it laughed.
Power Girl hadn't noticed the massive hole in the center of Ms. Marvel's uniform where the laser had pierced it, until he mentioned it. Fortunately, it covered just enough to preserve her modesty.
"Power Girl..." Ms. Marvel said weakly as Kara slowly helped her to her feet. "What's going...on?"
"I'm not sure, Ms. Marvel," Kara said, careful not to reveal her real name, just in case they didn't know it. "We're alive, that's all that matters."
"Bravo," the voice said, accompanied by a few handclaps. "I love it when you ladies remain defiant right up to the end."
"Who are you?!" Power Girl demanded, and as if in response to her request, she heard the figure rise from its chair and slowly step out of the shadows to face the duo. He was slightly shorter than either of them, but dressed in normal attire, and other than one unavoidable trait...his purple skin...he would have passed for any other person you'd meet on the street.
Ms. Marvel's eyes widened. "The Purple Man! No..." she struggled to break free from Power Girl's arms as if to run. "Power Girl! Get away from him!"
"Oh it's a little late for that for both of you," he said. "You've been breathing in my pheromones for a good half hour now. So stop trying to get away, Ms. Marvel!"
Ms. Marvel immediately stood statue still. Power Girl arched an eyebrow. "I don't get it," she said. "Who are you and what are you talking about?"
"I'm not too surprised," the Purple Man nodded. "I try to keep a low profile and honestly gave up the big crime game for a bit. I'm the Purple Man, Power Girl. It's not a very good name, but it does pretty much describe me. I unleash pheromones that force those I'm around to do my bidding. It breaks their will and binds them to me. Ms. Marvel knows what I'm talking about."
"I do you bas-" Ms. Marvel gritted, but suddenly her voice changed. "...you wonderful hunk of man!" she concluded with a smile.
Power Girl looked in amazement at Ms. Marvel. She was being controlled by this man!
"Neat, huh?" the Purple Man continued. "In case you're wondering, you're in the same pickle. We weren't sure how well my powers would work on an alien, so we broke you down as much as possible."
"Yeah?" Power Girl took a step toward him. "I don't feel any different, you..."
"Adopt the standard heroine pose!" the Purple Man blurted out, and suddenly Power Girl arched her back, put her fists confidently on her hips and spread her legs out to adopt a heroic stance. She could sense Ms. Marvel doing the same thing behind her.
"Feel any different now, Power Girl?" the Purple Man smiled. "I guess we can say the experiment was a success."
"I will...break free of this...and I will...ki-" she snarled.
"You'll do nothing, Power Girl, except what AIM has in mind for you. I'm just here to make sure you behave. Let me give you a little demonstration."
He pulled up a chair and sat in it. "The two of you, come here and stand side by side in front of me, but keep those poses. Drive me nuts, I tell ya!"
Without hesitation Power Girl and Ms. Marvel soon stood in front of the sitting villain, still adopting their heroic poses.
"Now turn around," the Purple Man commanded, and both women helplessly complied. "Power Girl," he continued, "take off your cape. I want a nice view of that ass of yours." Kara tried not to show any panic as her hands moved up to undo the clasp on her cape. She let it fall loosely to the floor.
"Okay ladies," the Purple Man said. "No talking. You two need some morning exercise to clear yer heads. Give me some windmills until I say you can stop. Go!"
Both women began bending at the waist, straining to touch their right hand to their left foot, then rising to a full stand, then trying to touch their left hand to their right foot. As they bent, they did not speak to each other. In fact, the room was completely silent, except for the sound of one man unzipping his zipper.
"You'd think," the Purple Man said as he began stroking his member in front of the two heroines, "that this would get old after a while. I mean, when you can have pretty much any woman you want, and they can't resist you...where's the challenge, right? It's gotta get old sometime...but it doesn't. God DAMN look at the asses on the two of you!"
Ms. Marvel and Power Girl continued to work out in front of the Purple Man, as he savagely worked his cock to a firm stiffness. "Ms. Marvel!" he grunted. "Come here!"
Ms. Marvel left Power Girl, still windmilling, to turn and stand over the masturbating madman. "Kneel," he commanded, and soon she was on her knees before him. "Finish me off," he said, removing his hand from his stiff cock. She obediently put her mouth over it and began sucking him. "Swallow it," he said as he ogled Power Girl's shapely body. "Every last drop."
He came quickly, and Ms. Marvel forced every bit of his come down her throat, licking at the tip. "Now for the hard part," the Purple Man said, panting. He commanded Ms. Marvel to take his penis in her hand and stroke him until he could get stiff again. She took his cock in a gloved hand and slowly but firmly kept him from going flaccid. "Power Girl," he finally groaned, and repeated the procedure until she, too, had swallowed a healthy load of his seed.
He sat there for a moment, both women kneeling obediently in front of him, as if waiting for a next command. "Alright," he finally said. "Stage one is complete. With that flowing through your bodies, you'll always be my obedient slaves, even when I'm not around."
"Damn you," Ms. Marvel gritted her teeth, trying to fight off the effects.
"What was that?" the Purple Man said, forcing his mental will on her.
"I...I love you, Master," she responded, smiling.
"That's better," he said. "Now both of you, to your feet!" Kara and Carol helplessly rose to a standing position.
"I have to go file a report on our progress to my employers, so I'm going to leave you two to get better acquainted. Power Girl, I'm going to give a command pretty much every villain you've ever faced has probably wanted to say. Show me your tits."
Kara slowly pulled back the fabric on the fabled "boob window" of her uniform until one, then the other, of her breasts were fully exposed.
"Magnificent," said the Purple Man. "Ms. Marvel, looks like you're now able to do the same. Let's see them."
Ms. Marvel tugged at the hole in her uniform until she, too, had exposed her breasts to everyone. The Purple Man laughed. "Okay," he said. "Here's the deal. Both of you pace off three paces from each other."
The women helplessly complied. Soon they faced each other, each trying hard not to look at the curves of the other's bosom. The Purple Man continued: "After I'm gone, you're both going to take one step toward each other each minute. When your beautiful boobies collide, I want you to start making out. Kiss each other, fondle each other, whisper sweet nothings into each other's ear...you even have a bed here to lay down on if things get too hot. Which I'm pretty much guessing they will. However, and this is important, no orgasms. Your costumes stay on. Bring each other to the absolute apex of ecstasy, but don't go over it. When I return I want you both so horny you're going to positively pop out of your costumes at the sight of me. Questions?"
"Just one, master," Power Girl raised a hand meekly.
"What is it, my sweet?" he cooed mockingly.
"What happened to my partner? The Huntress?"
"Ah," the Purple Man said as he walked toward the exit. "You may think your situation looks dire, but she's in for a much worse fate. You see, with all my philandering, it was only natural that eventually I'd produce an offspring. A daughter, in fact...with powers just like mine. Only one difference, though."
"What's that," Ms. Marvel growled, still trying to fight off the urge to add "Master"...which she finally did.
"She's a complete sadist," the Purple Man said as he opened the door to leave. "Enjoy yourselves, ladies...and each other."
No sooner had the door slammed shut than both women took a firm but almost robotic step toward each other. "Oh god, Ms. Marvel," Power Girl tried not to let her panic show. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, in a few more minutes we're going to become very intimate, I'm afraid." Carol tried to lighten the mood, but Power Girl frowned. "Come on," she said. "We can't joke about this!"
"I know," Ms. Marvel said as another minute passed and the two women took another step toward each other. One more and their sizable breasts would be pressed against each other. Yet one more and they would be lip to lip. "The Purple Man was always a villain we dreaded facing. When he finally agreed to stop pursing big-league crime, we agreed to give him a wide berth. It would seem he's decided to violate that agreement."
"We have to get out of this," Power Girl almost whined. "I mean, my partner is somewhere out there, and if he's telling the truth about his daughter, she's in real trouble!"
"I have news for you," Ms. Marvel said as each heroine took another step forward, her boobs mashing up against Power Girl's, "we're in real trouble!"
A wave of passion overtook each heroine, brought on by the Purple Man's suggestion. Kara no longer saw Ms. Marvel in front of her, but Carol, a beautiful woman with an incredible body that needed caressing. She slowly slid her hands over Carol's hips and let them rest on her firm, shapely ass. She squeezed it firmly, and Carol perked up, smiling as she leaned forward to kiss Kara fully on the mouth. Their tongues danced around each other as Carol pressed in to Kara, her own hands running up and down Kara's back.
Slowly the pair sat down on the edge of one of the beds, and Kara laid back as Carol began kissing down her neck, along her chest, finally coming to rest on one of her massive breasts. She played with her nipple with her tongue, and soon Kara had lost all thought of her partner and what might be happening to her...
"AHHHH! Stop it!" the Huntress screamed as she broke into another peal of laughter.
"Hmmm. Let me think," the teenager with purple skin said mockingly. "No."
So saying she continued tickling the Huntress, who was unable to resist her - her hands and feet shackled above and below her. Still that wasn't the reason for her anxiety.
"I'm...ha ha HA!!!...I'm not ticklish!" she screamed.
"Well, you are now," the Purple Girl grinned evilly as she lightly ran her hands up and down the Huntress' exposed ribs. "You're whatever I say you are!"
"Aaannnh!!" the Huntress cried out, still giggling foolishly. "Please...I....sniff...I can't..."
"Can't take it?" the teen cooed at her. "I thought you were supposed to be the big tough heroine? The no-nonsense one. Now look at you...helpless and crying for mercy from a little schoolgirl who's just having a bit of fun."
She moved up to tickle the Huntress under her arms, and the hapless heroine squealed with newfound anguish. "Unnhhh....unhhhh...hee hee...." her voice came in rough pants as she gasped for air.
"What a horrible way for the mighty Huntress to go out...tickled to death. I'll make sure to let everyone know that's what happened though. That you died laughing and begging for mercy from a little girl..."
"You're...hardly...heh....a little girl!" the Huntress blurted out.
"Okay, fair enough," the Purple Girl agreed. "I'm in my twenties, but when Dad told me what was going on, how could I resist a chance to screw over some do-goody good girls like you?" She leaned forward and began tickling the Huntress' ears lightly with her fingernails. "Izzat what you are?" she whispered as if she were speaking to a child. "Iz you a do-goody good girl?"
The Huntress shook violently, praying her shackles had some kind of weak spot, but they managed to hold firmly to her body. She could feel her heart beating harder, and harder as her tormentor continued mercilessly tickling her. It didn't make sense! She'd never been ticklish in her entire life! How was this stupid girl affecting her so?
And more importantly, how could she get away from her?
To Be Continued in Part 6
Part 6
Shadowcat turned to the group assembled just outside the AIM warehouse, as hidden from view as two mutants, a magical girl and an amazon could be, particularly when they all wore outfits that didn't lend themselves to stealth or concealment.
"So we're clear on the plan, then?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Rachel Summers a.k.a. Marvel Girl said as she ran a hand through her fiery red hair. Kitty had initially frowned when she'd shown up in her green and yellow miniskirt with matching crop-top, but then she figured if most of the AIM thugs were men, they might spend more time ogling her than paying attention to any fight that came up.
"I still say we charge in. This sneaking around isn't really what we Amazons do," Wonder Girl piped up. She was easily the youngest of the crew, and her junior version of Wonder Woman's outfit only drove that point home. Still, she had been eager to help out, and right now that counted for more than anything.
"Don't worry, Dru- I mean Wonder Girl," Mary quickly tried to cover for her slip up. "Remember, a frontal assault didn't work for the first group. I've a feeling you'll get your chance to fight soon enough."
Kitty turned to her friend. "Marvel Girl, have you scanned the facility?"
"Yes," she responded. "I can't get a solid fix on Ms. Marvel or Power Girl, though. It's as if their thoughts have been clouded. I can lead you directly to the Huntress, though. Hopefully if we can get her out she can lead us to the others."
"Okay, then," Kitty faced the other two. "I appreciate your help. Hopefully we won't need you. If we do, though..."
"They'll learn what it means to mess with women who'll fight back!" Wonder Girl asserted. Kitty smiled. They could do this. They would do this! Quickly she raced away from the group and under the cover of the night made her way toward the AIM facility.
"Owww!" Power Girl cried out as the riding crop slapped against her ass. She was on hands and knees next to Ms. Marvel as their enemy/master continued to toy with them.
"Funny, isn't it?" the Purple Man pointed out. "Normally, you wouldn't even feel this. Now, at the merest suggestion, you're in exquisite pain." So saying, he slapped the crop against Ms. Marvel's ass, and she grunted angrily.
"You...promised...you'd...fuck us..." she gritted, begrudingly adding "Master" at the end. Both heroines had pushed each other to the very brink of ecstasy, but had been forbidden to orgasm until the Purple Man returned to finish the job. He had yet to make good on his word, and it was killing both of them.
"Did I?" the Purple Man mocked. "Oh. Well, I am the bad guy, after all. No, I'm afraid I won't be pleasuring either of you. At least not Power Girl. AIM has a very specific use for her." He thwapped her ass with crop as if to drive this point home.
"What...uhnnn...what do they want with me?" Power Girl pleaded, her voice suddenly very weak and girlish, her strength leaving her.
"Oh, you'll find out, Power Girl," the Purple Man turned his attention back to Ms. Marvel's shapely derriere. "In the meantime, though, I get to play with you until the others show up."
"Others?" Ms. Marvel hissed. "What are you....aahhow...what are you talking about?"
"Well, I suppose I can tell you a little bit, since you're not going anywhere. You see, the AIM scientists - crazy as they are - have developed a new device. A device that needs four particularly feminine components. An Alien..."
"...Magic...Mutant...Amazon." Kitty read the inscription on the strange looking machine from a distance. There were four vertical slabs with human-shaped indentations in them, one behind each nameplate, and a series of tubes and wires that led to a central repository. "Did you get that, Rachel?"
"I got it," Rachel's voice echoed softly in Kitty's mind. "Doesn't sound good, considering we have a couple mutants, an amazon and I suppose Mary here has magic-based powers."
"And from what I've gathered from the Wasp, this Power Girl isn't exactly from our neck of the woods. We may need to abort this mission. It's an obvious setup. We can't let the other two walk into a trap like this."
"At the same time, Kitty," Rachel countered. "We can't leave the other three to whatever's happening to them. I still can't find Ms. Marvel's thought patterns anywhere!"
Kitty frowned. As usual, her friend was right. "Okay, I'll focus on getting the Huntress out of here, but then we may have to rethink our strategy. I don't like the looks of that machine!"
"Be careful, Kitty," Rachel's voice warned. "If this is a trap, they know we're here. Get her and get out of there. Hopefully they haven't hurt her too much!"
"That's it, Huntress," the Purple Girl smiled. "A little deeper."
Huntress slid the vibe a little further inside herself, her other hand holding the fabric of her uniform aside. Why this sadistic girl hadn't just stripped her naked...she'd done everything else...was beyond her, but she'd said she liked her outfit. Now she stood before her, unable to do anything but obey, and it was driving her mad.
"You really are pathetic," the Purple Girl walked around her as the Huntress continued to work the vibrator in and out...in and out...in and out. "I read up on you, and you're supposed to be some kind of tough girl. A real badass. You don't seem so tough to me."
"Release...nnnghh...release your hold on me and I'll...aahhh....I'll show you how tough," she whispered.
"Brave talk from a woman who already lost a fight," her tormentor continued. "It must be horribly frustrating for you. You know you could kick my ass in a fair fight, but I'm never going to let that happen. So you'll never know if you could or not."
She got right in the Huntress' face, her smile practically ear to ear. "I'll bet that just makes you want to cry, doesn't it. Do you want to cry, little baby?"
The tears flowed out of her and she began sobbing. "There you go," the Purple Girl cooed. "Cry little baby. Let it all out." She took the vibrator from the Huntress' hand and slid it out of her. The Huntress barely noticed, her crying began as a gentle shudder but quickly moved to a full wailing, as if she were a child who didn't get their way.
The Purple Girl laughed as she stood in front of her, watching the tears stream down her cheeks over her mask. "Get it out of your system, my sweet," she smiled. "We'll start again when you're done." So rapt with attention was she that she didn't notice the hand sticking out of her chest until a voice interrupted her.
"You're done," the voice said. "Release her."
The Purple girl panicked and started to move away, but the voice quickly added: "If you move from this spot I'll harden my hand. Don't think I won't." The Purple Girl quickly calmed down.
"Hello Shadowcat," she frowned. "I was wondering when you'd get here."
"I'm here," Shadowcat responded dryly. "And you know I have no problem backing up my threats. Release her, or die where you stand."
"Well," she responded, looking down at the hand still defiantly thrust through her chest. "That does seem to limit my options. I propose a third one, though."
"No funny stuff, Purple Girl," Kitty growled.
"Nothing of the sort. Just get your hand out of me, you stupid bitch!"
Kitty's hand immediately moved out of the villainess, and she stood with it by her side. The Purple Girl turned to face her.
"Become solid."
Kitty phased back in, and the sting of the slap the Purple Girl gave her echoed through the room, staggering her back a few paces.
"You stupid girl," the Purple Girl gritted through her teeth. "You thought you could avoid my pheromones by staying intangible...but you still have to breathe in that state, don't you?"
"Y-yes..." Kitty frowned at her own stupidity. She'd been breathing in the Purple Girl's toxic controlling power since she snuck into the room. She had to warn Rachel. 'Run!' she thought as loudly as she could. 'They have me!'
"They have her," Marvel Girl said to Mary and Wonder Girl. "Damn it!"
The surprise and shock on Mary's face was genuine. "Oh no! What do we do?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Wonder Girl rose to her full height, which was still shorter than the other two women. "We go in there and do some serious property damage!"
Rachel frowned. That machine Kitty described concerned her. She didn't want to lead these two women...women she barely knew...into their doom. Still, she was running out of options...
To be continued...
Part 7
"Mary!" Rachel shouted over the barrage of laser fire. "Do something about those guys on the upper walkway! Wonder Girl! Take the lower tier!"
"Yes, sir!" Wonder Girl mocked as she leaped into the volley of energy beams heading directly at the trio. Easily deflected with my bracelets, she smiled as she advanced on the AIM technicians. This was where an amazon belonged. In the heat of battle! If only Diana were here to see her now. At the very least she'd have some stories of her own to tell her sister.
"Run you cowards!" she barked at the few AIM troopers who'd dropped their guns and made for the nearest exit.
"Best not to antagonize them any further," Mary cautioned as she flew to the upper causeway where four or five troopers were stationed. "Sorry about this, boys," she shrugged as she grabbed the metal beams and tore them apart like they were so much paper. As the deck plummeted to the ground, Mary swiftly grabbed the lot and wrapped them securely in one of the metal beams.
Rachel didn't allow herself the luxury of smiling. This first encounter had been easy enough, but a quick mental scan let her know there were more troopers out there, setting up ambushes throughout the complex. Lowering the telekinetic shield she'd placed around the three of them, she walked over to Wonder Girl, who was rather forcibly interrogating an unfortunate trooper who'd lacked the sense to run.
"Where are they?" she shook the man so ferociously his helmet dislodged and came off. Rachel put a hand on her shoulder. "That'll do, Wonder Girl. Let's try it my way."
Closing her eyes, she focused on the trooper, working her way inside his mind. His private thoughts. His hidden secrets. She then caught a stray thought that brought an angry scowl to her face.
"They're not on this level," she gritted. "And this pervert's getting aroused looking up my skirt!" She kicked him, hard, squarely in his groin.
"Well, it is rather immodest," Mary pointed out as she lit down next to them.
"This from the girl who can fly and wears a flowing minidress?" Wonder Girl shot back. Mary blushed, unable to deny it.
"The fashion debate can wait, ladies," Rachel shot back. "We need to get to a lower level...I think three levels down. It's not going to be an easy trip. We'll be fighting like this all the way. "
Mary put a hand up. "Maybe not!"
So saying, she shot up into the air and with terrible velocity slammed into the ground, breaking open a wide hole in the floor. Marvel Girl heard a second thud, then a third. Finally, Mary's voice called up. "Does this work?"
Rachel smiled at Wonder Girl, who was also grinning at their powerful if overly innocent friend. Soon enough the three were on the third lower level, and back to being on their guard.
"Do you sense anything, Marvel Girl?" Wonder Girl whispered.
"Nothing from Kitty...or Ms. Marvel, but I get the feeling they're near."
"And you'd be correct," a feminine voice called out from behind them. All three women whirled to see Shadowcat and the Huntress standing still and stiff as statues. A woman stood between them, with an eerie purple hue to her skin. Rachel quickly put her telekinetic barrier back up.
"Sorry, Purple Girl," she snarled. "I'm afraid your little power isn't going to work on me or my friends!"
The Purple Girl seemed unconcerned. "Doesn't have to, silly. I have your friends completely in my thrall, and if you don't do what I say, I'll kill them. Simple as that!"
"Not before I pound you into the tile," Wonder Girl advanced, but before she could get two steps Shadowcat went into phase and walked inside the Huntress, so that they both occupied the same space. The Purple Girl put up a hand to stop the amazon from moving any closer.
"One more step, girl, and I'll have your little kitten here go solid...while she's inside your friend. I'm curious as to what would happen, aren't you?" She stood behind the mesmerized heroines and looked directly at Rachel. "Drop your shield, Marvel Girl."
"N-no," Mary said, a bit of fear appearing in her voice. "You musn't!"
"I may have no choice, Mary," Rachel gritted her teeth. "We can't let two people die. Promise me you won't hurt them, Purple Girl!" she called out.
"I'll promise nothing of the sort. I will promise they'll experience extreme pain if you don't lower your shields by the time I count five. One..."
Wonder Girl turned to her. "Do it. I can resist this bitch!"
"...Two..."
"No!" Mary cried out. "If they get control of me...of my power..."
"...Three..."
"Okay!" Rachel blurted out. "I'll drop them." No sooner were the shields down then all three women began to feel less of a need to fight this woman and more of a desire to obey her.
"Damn it, Marvel Girl," Wonder Girl hissed. "You've sold us out."
"They have our bodies," Mary said finally, "but she did what was right. I see that now. If we'd let Shadowcat and Huntress die to save our own necks...they would have had our souls as well."
"Pretty words, Mary Marvel," the Purple Girl walked over to her. "Hopefully you won't live to regret them. Now follow me. All of you."
Rachel had just enough time to see Kitty step out of the Huntress' body before she turned and followed her captive teammates down a long corridor that opened into what appeared to be a large laboratory. The walls were lined with banks of computers and machinery, and several technicians did their best to ignore them as they concentrated on their work, but it was the strange device that stood before them that truly concerned her. It was the bizarre machine Kitty had seen and mentally transmitted to her. Seeing it up close and personal, it became all too real, and even more horrifying.
"Scary, isn't it?" the Purple Man said as he entered from another hallway, Power Girl and Ms. Marvel walking slowly behind him.
"What on earth?" Mary whispered.
"Well, it does come from earth," the Purple Man walked over to his daughter. "Nice work, pumpkin," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "But if it does what it's supposed to, it'll create something out of this world."
"What are you playing at?" Rachel demanded.
"Well, you can see the nameplates down here," he pointed for emphasis. "Alien," he read, then pointed to Power Girl. "Magic," to Mary Marvel. "Mutant," he nodded at Rachel. "And finally, Amazon," he pointed to Wonder Girl. "We at AIM really want to thank you all for coming to us and saving us the work of sending Ms. Marvel out to collect you."
"What does it do?" Wonder Girl struggle to break free but couldn't do much more than shuffle in place.
"Well, the AIM folks have a crazy idea...they want to make a super soldier," he said as he walked over to the machine. "And they got the idea that genetics would work, but only so far. Most subjects would reject a blood transfusion from an alien...mutant...whatever."
He held up a pair of small flexible tubes with sucker-like attachments at the end of them. They appeared to come just up to chest height. "But breast milk? That's a whole other story," he winked.
"You're sick!" Rachel shouted. "And besides, it'll never work if we're not..." and then the thought struck her. "No!" she said, genuine fear entering her voice for the first time.
"Relax," the Purple Man put a hand up. "It's all I can do to have my way with Carol here," he patted Ms. Marvel on the ass for emphasis. "No, there's a special formula that'll be pumped into each of you...quite repeatedly, I'm afraid. It'll simulate your bodies to believe there's a pregnancy, speed the process through, and lactation should begin shortly thereafter."
Mary Marvel gasped, and the others saw what she did, what they hadn't before. Phallus-shaped devices were attached to the lower portion of the machine. Four of them. One for each of them!
"No!" Wonder Girl screamed. "You can't do this to me! To us!"
"We'll fight you," Marvel Girl chimed in. "Every step of the way."
"We're quite aware of that," the Purple Girl said. Rachel felt her hands being grabbed and suddenly her wrists were shackled behind her. She could only watch helplessly as the same thing was done to Wonder Girl and Mary, then to the Huntress and Shadowcat, and finally to Power Girl and Ms. Marvel. They were all completely mesmerized by their captors, and couldn't lift a hand to stop them.
"What are you going to do?" Mary tried to mask the obvious fear in her voice.
"We're going to wipe your minds. All of your minds." the Purple Man said plainly. "You'll be reprogrammed to be obedient to AIM, to us, and to your duties. Your heroine days are soon to be over, I'm afraid."
"What about us?" Shadowcat broke her silence.
"Ah," the Purple Girl smiled. "That would be telling, wouldn't it?"
"We'll have a use for all of you, rest assured," the Purple Man smiled. "You four, however," he gestured at the ladies destined for the bizarre milking machine. "You'll provide us with a veritable army of super soldiers!"
"You can't win," Mary said. "We have friends. They'll save us. My brother..."
"Oh my dear..." the Purple Man walked over to a wall and flipped a switch. "We're positively counting on them trying to rescue you!"
The light revealed a second machine off in a corner of the large room. They were still able to read the words GOD, MAGIC, SCIENCE, and MUTANT. The siphoning tubes, however, looked to be at a much lower level, as if made for male occupants.
"Oh my..." Rachel started.
"God?" the Purple Man finished. "He's not with us at the moment, I fear. But if you have prayers, you should probably do them on the way to the BrainScrambler. I've heard it's quite painful."
He motioned for everyone to follow and one-by-one each heroine did. Power Girl, Ms. Marvel, Huntress, Shadowcat, Marvel Girl, Wonder Girl, and finally Mary Marvel. If they were afraid, they could not show it. If they had words to say, they could not say them. They could only follow their masters to whatever horror lay in wait for them.
To be continued...
Part 8
They were lead, one-by-one, into a room that was almost blindingly white. It was difficult to determine where the walls were, and only when Carol moved further into the depths did she find out why. There were no walls. They were standing in a cylinder, and by the time the last of them realized that, the door slammed shut behind them. There was the sound of a lock being clicked and then silence.
"Now what?" Wonder Girl muttered, still struggling to free herself from her bonds.
"I don't know," Rachel muttered. "It can't be good, though."
Ten feet above them a ring of windows circled the room, just below the ceiling. Carol looked around. "Must be a viewing area," she mused. "A viewing area for what, though?"
The Huntress leaned sullenly against the wall, so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice Power Girl approach. "Helena," the blonde bombshell said softly. "Are you okay?"
"No," the Huntress growled. "I'm pretty far from okay. She humiliated me, Kara. Made me giggle like a little girl, cry like a baby...I felt so...so helpless."
Power Girl wanted to put a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, but she couldn't. Hopefully Helena would settle for her resting her head on her shoulder. "It's okay, Helena," she said, trying to be as soothing as she could be under the circumstances. "We'll get out of this. We'll fight them."
"Don't be so sure!" a voice boomed from above them. The sound echoed throughout the room, and brought all seven heroines to attention immediately. Looking up, they saw a line of faces in the windows now...no doubt it was the Purple Man and his daughter, but a lot of AIM soldiers as well.
"Where are we?" Rachel demanded. "What is this?"
"Welcome to the BrainScrambler," the voice answered. "Usually we only throw one or two people in here, but it should have sufficient power to render you all powerless in time."
"We're hardly powerless," Mary Marvel flew upward to be on eye level with their tormentors. Ms. Marvel and Power Girl followed suit. "How do you plan to control us if you're not in the room with us?"
The response was a loud boom that thundered throughout the room. Wave after wave of almost tangible sound pounded at the heroines' bodies, knocking them about the room. Even the flying women were shaken to their cores.
"Does that answer your question, Mary?" the voice continued. "You'll be buffeted by waves of hard sound, and it will turn your brains to mush rather quickly, leaving only basic motor functions. Once we have your minds in what we call a 'zero state', we'll begin rewriting them. You'll all become useful, but helpless, servants of AIM."
"Bring it on," Wonder Girl growled. "You'll never defeat the spirit o-"
BTOOOOOM!!!
The sound exploded around them. The Huntress immediately dropped to her knees while the other heroines tried to keep their footing.
BTOOOOOM!!!
They struggled to bring their hands to the ears. Anything to block out the painful sound! But their energy bands held their wrists tightly behind them, and the sound barrage continued.
BTOOOOOM!!!
Carol desperately charged the window, leading with her shoulder. She slammed ineffectively against it, but Power Girl and Mary followed her lead. The pain in their heads was excruciating, but there had to be a way out of this. There HAD to be!
BTOOOOOOM!!!
Helena cursed herself. She was the first to drop to her knees, even before the one called Shadowcat. She wanted to cry, but refused to let herself. No matter what that Purple Girl had done to her, no matter what weakness she had shown her, she was still the Huntress. She was still trained by the B....the Ba....she paused. Who had trained her? She couldn't remember.
She tried to regain her footing. She would never let these creeps get off on watching her become so helpless. She put a let out in front of her and began to rise, and in response another barrage of thundering sound enveloped her body, vibrating her to her core. Her breathing became labored and somewhere...between her legs...a tingling began. No! Surely she wasn't getting turned on by this! Another vibration rocked her body and she lost all control.
She slumped to the ground, the tiles cold against her chest. She hadn't felt cold since she'd fought...who was it again? Mister something...it was getting so difficult to think. So hard to concentrate on who she had been. Had she been anything at all? She couldn't remember. Who were these women around her? Why were they all screaming? It was her final thought before darkness overtook her.
BTOOOOOOOM!!!
Kitty tried to focus on becoming intangible. It would be their only way out of this, but as she stamped on the hard floor beneath her, she knew time was running out. She became so desperate, she almost began jogging in place to try and force herself not to succumb to the painful cacophony surrounding her. The noise was crushing her, coursing through her body as she looked around desperately for some way to avoid it.
She looked at the pretty redhead next to her. Did she know her? It was hard to remember. Kitty dropped to her knees. The redhead must have some spectacular powers to remain standing like that. As Kitty fell to the ground, she looked up at her. Green panties. She was wearing green panties. They looked so...beautiful...she thought as she blacked out.
BTOOOOOOOM!!!
Wonder Girl looked around ferociously for something...anything...she could use to free herself, but there was nothing. Diana would have figured something out by now, she frowned. An amazon would have figured something out by now! She looked up at the ring of figures watching her from the window. Enjoy the view you bastards, she thought. If I get out of this I'll find my...
Her who? She couldn't remember. Why was she wearing her underwear in this room? What was this strange costume she was wearing? She looked at the metal bracelets adorning her forearms. Where had they come from? What was she?
She thought she could see one of the men in the window paying particular attention to her as she fell forward, her ass still perked up high in the air. She squirmed and wriqqled to try and get back to her feet. An amazon...whatever that was...couldn't go out like this! But another jolt of painful sound wracked her body and she could only slump helplessly as unconsciousness began to overtake her. Enjoy...the...view...she moaned as her eyelids got heavier and heavier.
BTOOOOOOOOOMM!!!
Power Girl fell first of the three in the air, landing clumsily next to the Huntress' unmoving form. "Helena!" she shouted, but her voice was completely enveloped by the thunder around her. She inched her way closer to her. It couldn't end this way for her...for either of them! She should have known Helena would try to come rescue her...now it was going to cost them both unless...unless...
The black and violet-clad brunette in front of her was so beautiful, even helplessly bound at her knees. Still struggling, still trying to find a way out of this hopeless situation. Kara stared enraptured by the Huntress' heaving chest, watching her breasts rise...and fall...rise...and fall...
It was all too much for her, and she slumped limply over the Huntress' body. The fight had gone out of her. The kryptonite, the prologned exposure to the Purple Man, the ongoing torture. As her memory faded with each passing moment, she only hoped that whatever their plans were for Helena, she would survive...survive to pay them back.
BTOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Rachel dropped to her knees next to Kitty. She tried to send out a psychic burst to try and preserve whatever memory might be left within them. With each crushing burst of sound it became more and more of a futile effort. Soon she collapsed to her back, barely noticing a few of the soldiers pointing at her spread legs and exposed undies.
What a pointless, stupid way for an X-Man to die, she thought. What was an X-Man anyhow? Who was this girl next to her? What was going on with all this sound? Where was she? The unending questions began to hurt her head more than the sound itself, and she prayed an end to it would come quickly.
She sat upright for a moment, long enough to verify that yes, the soldiers were enjoying the sight of her exposed panties. A thunderbolt of sound hit her hard enough to force her back to the ground, and she found she no longer cared what they saw. She barely knew who she was any more, and in seconds even that wouldn't be a problem.
BTOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Mary crashed to the ground, slamming her head hard into the tilework. She lay there for a minute, then another, completely unmoving, her legs splayed out and her skirt loosely flying up over her waist. 'Cover yourself,' she though. 'Everyone's looking at you!' Yet she made no move to do anything. She heard voices in her head...the wisdom of someone...but she could no longer make it out clearly. The soundwaves flew over her body and she could only lay there and let them.
Poor Billy...and Freddy...and Dudley...and Tawny...they would all have to carry on without her now. She thought about that machine. The machine! It was going to penetrate her! Her first time was going to be with a machine! Not with Fr....with F....the name escaped her. Still, she couldn't let her virginity be given up to a hideous contraption like...
Like what? What was it they were going to do with her? She couldn't remember much. Just that her skirt was still up, and she wasn't doing anything about it. Why did she wear such a silly outfit anyway? Who wears a miniskirt when they can fly? And why did she think she could ever fly? She couldn't stop the questions even as darkness claimed her, and she shut her eyes.
BTOOOOOOM!!!
Carol was the last to fall, but she landed on her feet, defiant to the end. "You bastards!" she screamed at the windows above her. "You may think you've won, but - "
BTOOOOOOOM!!!!
Her speech was quickly shut down by a crashing thunder of noise and she screamed as if her ears were about to burst. Don't...kneel, she thought. Don't give these people the satisfaction! She struggled to stand, her legs buckling under the force of the soundwaves, but she managed to take a single step forward -
Carol saw then that they were all unmoving around her, all unconscious, or about to be. And it was all her fault. If she hadn't insisted Power Girl come with them. If she'd only waited for the rest of the Avengers to be available. If she hadn't...if she...
BTOOOOOOM! BTOOOOOOM! BTOOOOOOM!
Every vibration shook her body, and she came quickly and easily, letting out a small gasp as she did. The last of her memory left her with her orgasm, and all she could do was whisper "I'm sorry" to whoever these six strangers were who lay beside her.
"So dear," the Purple Man said to his daughter. "Is there anything hotter than seven heroines lying helpless on the floor?"
The Purple Girl thought it over. "Eight?"
The Purple Man laughed. "Good one!" He turned to the AIM trooper controlling the sound. "Leave the program running for another ten minutes. I wouldn't put it past one of these ladies to be faking it."
"Ten minutes?" the trooper questioned. "Their brains will be-"
"Complete mush," the Purple Man interrupted. "I know. That's what we want, though."
He turned to the group. "Bear witness, gentlemen," he said. "This is an historic moment. You are witnessing the death of Ms. Marvel, Power Girl, Shadowcat, Marvel Girl, Mary Marvel, Wonder Girl, and the Huntress. Their lives as heroines...is effectively over. When we revive them, they will remember nothing of their pasts. Not their powers, not their friends, not even what they like for breakfast."
"We shall tell them what they like," he smiled. "And so very much more..."
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Final Chapter: Epilogue
"Kitten? Kitten...wake up!"
Kitty slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them. Helena was sitting at the side of her bed, shaking her lightly.
"Mmmm...what's going on?"
Helena stood up. "We're running late is what's going on! Now get up and get freshened up. I'll lay out your uniform."
Kitty looked over at the alarm clock. Helena wasn't wrong...they were running late! She quickly hopped out of bed and trotted over to the bathroom.
Helena went to the wardrobe and pulled out their black and white maid's uniforms. "We have to hurry, Kitten! If the matron catches us behind on our duties again, you know what it'll mean!"
"Spanking?" Kitty called from the bathroom.
"Or worse," Helena frowned. She opened a dresser drawer and selected a pair of white, lacy panties for Kitty to wear, opting for black silky bottoms for herself. The men around the base made no secret that they enjoyed looking at the two of them as they performed their duties, so the matron had decided that Helena and Kitten would simply have to give them something worth looking at.
As she tightened the black apron around her waist, Helena saw Kitty come bounding out of the bathroom. Seeing what Helena had laid out for her, she mock-frowned. "The white panties again, Helena? You must get tired of seeing me in them."
"Obviously not," Helena embraced her. "Or I wouldn't keep picking them out for you." She moved in to kiss her, and Kitty didn't resist. "They make that perky little ass of yours look so very, very nice."
The duo kissed for some time before Kitty finally broke away. "We...we need to get going, Helena."
"I thought we were doing just that, Kitten," Helena smiled, giving Kitty's ass a playful squeeze. They continued to make out. Finally, Kitty broke off again. "Helena, please...I-I don't want another spanking."
"And you won't get one," a voice interrupted them. Both women whirled to face a statuesque blonde in a tight-fitting black office suit, offset by a red belt that held up an extremely high cut miniskirt. In her hands she held a riding crop menacingly. It was Ms. Danvers! The Matron!
"Is it so much to ask that you two keep your hands off each other long enough to be punctual?" she frowned at both of them. "You've both got a serious chore to attend to today, and I come here to find you both goofing off."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Helena bowed her head. "It was my fault."
"No," Kitty spoke up. "It was both our faults, ma'am."
"Do you think we don't have cameras in here to monitor what you two are up to? I know who was the instigator! Helena," she turned to the raven-haired beauty, "I gave you one simple task: Keep an eye on Kitty and don't screw up. When you screw up, it looks bad for me! You're both going to be late, which is going to make me late, and the punishments are going to trickle down from the top office!"
"We're sorry, ma'am," both women said, but the matron was not pacified. "Helena, assume the position."
Helena obediently pulled her panties down, then turned and bent at the waist, grabbing her knees. The matron handed the riding crop to Kitty. "Ten," she commanded. Kitty looked at her, uncertain. "Ma'am?" she said. "I-I can't..."
"You can and you will, and if I catch you pulling your swings, I'll make you give her five more for each one. She is responsible for making us all late. You are responsible for making her late. Your punishment will be inflicting pain on your friend. Her punishment will be that pain. Now begin!"
Kitty swung hard with the crop, and Helena let out a cry of shock and pain.
"Count it out, Helena!" the matron barked.
"One," Helena gritted.
Kitty swung again. "I'm sorry, Hel-" she started, but the matron interrupted. "No talking from you, Kitten!"
"Two," Helena growled.
Kitty swung a third time, and Helena's whole body visibly shook. "Annnh!" she cried out before saying "Three".
Kitty continued the barrage of strikes on Helena's bottom, until finally the matron was satisfied and took the crop back. "Now finish dressing, the both of you. Today is a special day for you."
"Special how, ma'am?" Helena asked, her ass still smarting as she pulled up her panties and searched for her thigh highs.
"Well, the master has decided you two will be assigned a very special duty, one I don't know that either of you deserve, but one you might enjoy nonetheless. You're off barrack detail as of today."
Kitty smiled. "Really? Oh ma'am! That's wonderful!" She hated barrack detail. The men all sat around and ogled her and Helena as they cleaned their rooms and made their beds. Occasionally one would run a stray hand along them, fake an apology, then do it again. She hated it, but any time she tried to protest, she found her mouth couldn't form the words, and instead she could only smile and thank them. Which only invited more groping.
"Yes," the matron agreed. "We'll let the men clean their own rooms for now. However, screw this up and I'm sure the master will waste no time sending you back to it. Is that understood, ladies?"
"Yes, ma'am!" both women said quickly. Soon both were dressed in their maid's uniforms. Black patent leather shoes, thigh high hose (white for Kitty, black for Helena), black pleated minidresses with white aprons securely tied around their waists, with white frills along the edges, black chokers to remind them of their servitude to AIM, and both topped off with a white, frilly maid's cap.
"It's a good thing you two are so cute in those outfits, or the master would have done away with you long ago," the matron frowned, then smiled. "Okay, let's get moving. I'm sure the master awaits us all."
The matron led Helena and Kitty to a large room staffed by many AIM scientists and soldiers. The master was there, purple skinned and visibly angry. He faked checking his watch as the three approached. He discussed tardiness and discipline and dealing with the matron later, but Kitty and Helena were completely engrossed in the monstrosity that lay before them.
Four women were strapped into a massive machine before them. It looked like something out of a nightmare. The first, a buxom blonde, wore a white uniform that had been pulled apart to expose her breasts. Two tubes that seemed to be making a sucking sound were attached to her nipples. Lower down, her unitard had been moved aside to allow a long, phallic probe to move in and out of her vagina. Clamps and straps held her securely in place, and while she sighed and moaned as the probe worked its way inside her, she did not seem to be protesting.
Next to her was a brown-haired girl in a red outfit, suffering the same torment. A redhead next to her, in a cute green and white miniskirt and crop top, also cried and moaned as the tubes attached to her bosom continued to suck away. Finally, a dark-haired woman frowned as this...milking machine?...did its work on her.
"Amazing, isn't it, ladies?" the master intoned behind her.
"Yes, master," both girls whispered, not taking their eyes off it, or the women.
"They're helping to build a new type of soldier," the master said plainly. "We've been milking them now for more than a week, and it's time for them to have a short break. And a bath. Which is where you two come in.
"We've sectioned off the public bath area. We're going to unhook these employees," he gestured to the four women, "and have some soldiers bring them in. They will be quite weak when they're brought in, so you two will strip them down, take each one into the bath, and bathe them thoroughly. Head to toe. While one of you bathes them, the other will see to laundering their garments. A machine has been installed in the bath area for just that purpose, so that you made trade off duties as needed. When you are done, you'll dry them off, put them back in their garments, and let the soldiers know they're done. Questions?"
"No more barrack duty?" Kitty asked meekly. The master laughed, long and loud. "Not so long as you do a good job. You'll do this every other day, and on the off days I'll have you clean my offices as well as my daughter's room. Are you both clear?"
"Yes master," both women piped up. The master's daughter was cruel, but infinitely preferable to barracks detail.
"Then let's get to it," he clapped his hands.
Helena ran her hands over the buxom blonde's tits as both lay naked in the bath. Slowly she ran the washrag over her body, massaging her nipples gently. The blonde girl shook slightly and Helena put a hand on her shoulder to calm her.
"There there," she soothed. "It's all right. I'll try to be more gentle."
"Hurts..." the girl said weakly. "Hurts...so much..."
"I can only imagine," Helena said to the woman. "But they say what you're doing is really helping out the company."
"I know..." the girl whispered. "Want to...serve..."
Kitty was having a similar conversation with the redhead in her tub as she ran her fingers through her shampooed scalp.
"AIM has been...like home...to me," the redhead said with a dead tone to her voice.
"To us all," Kitty whispered as she rubbed. "I don't know what we would do without them."
"Just...just..." the girl tried to say but finally contented herself to lay back on Kitty's shoulder. Kitty smiled and looked over at Helena, watching her run her hands over that blonde woman's amazing chest. Kitty wanted to be that blonde woman so badly right now, just as she was certain Helena wanted her to be. No doubt they were both getting hot, and a quick glance from Helena confirmed it.
"Tonight?" Kitty asked.
"Oh yes," Helena nodded. "We can push our bunks together if we need to."
"Nah," Kitty smiled and winked. "I can cuddle up to you on yours. Unless you want to come over to my place?"
Both women laughed and continued their work. It was a good life, they thought, and it would be the only one they'd ever know.
The End