So many heroines, so little time…
So why not throw them all into one big mixer and see what happens!
The year is 1984, and place is Earth 1 and the story is Superman has gone mad. Already the heroines of the 20th century have fallen before him. But for the man of steel is even one century enough?
Marcus Lycus
December 2013
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Issue 11 – Their Name is Legion
“Say it Princess, say it!”
“I… I’m a big titted cow! I’m a cock tease! I’m a horny slut! Please Superman, please let me stop!”
Wonder Woman – what was left of the once-proud Amazon Princess and premier heroine Wonder Woman – knelt on the floor of Superman’s throne room, her own golden lasso looped around her neck. Her red bustier bunched around her waist, her star-spangled panties around her knees and her royal fingers deep inside her virgin honeypot.
“Tell me more Princess, I want to hear the truth from your ruby lips.”
“Even on Paradise Island I… I would read dirty scrolls like the rape of Europa and… and… imagine you were Zeus and I was Europa!”
“Well now, that is something. But how did you even know about me?”
“Muh-magic pool, saw you as Superboy…” She was panting and sweating her fingers soaked as the power of the lasso made her relive those early experiments and fantasies. “…That costume, so tight…”
Superman laughed! Wonder Woman was hardly the only one who’d fallen for his lean teenaged self. He remember peeking in on Lana Lang some afternoons. There in her bedroom, still wearing her Smallville High cheerleader uniform, she’d touch herself looking up at her wall of Superboy pictures.
“Please… Superman… don’t make me…”
“Cum?” He said innocently. But the power of the magic lasso turned that into a command. Wonder Woman’s anguished cry echoed through the hall. Then she doubled over sobbing.
“Come ‘ere Princess Superman can think of better things for you to do with that tongue of yours.”
Hours later Superman sat on an impressive throne as ancient machines from lost Krypton read his thoughts and powerful lasers burned them into the steel pages of his towering diary.
Made Diana humiliate herself again today, Rao, for such an uptight bitch she sure has a filthy, slutty mind and I sure love reminding her of it. Damn shame I can’t fuck her cunt, not without her losing her powers and then it’s all Man of Steel, Wonder Woman of Tissue Paper, but hey her mouth and her ass will do and there’s plenty of horny Amazon whores back on her island when I want a nice disposable fuck.
He paused and took a drink of Daximite Vodka, one of the few drinks in the universe that could affect him.
Cousin Kara is coming along nicely, she can barely walk now after weeks of wearing her Kryptonite earrings. That dumb bitch Starfire thinks I don’t know about her little rebellion swapping Kara’s earrings for fake Kryptonite or about her letting that asshole Green Arrow live. I’ll have to give her some more rope and see what else she tries. It’s kind of funny watching a girl with tits bigger than her head try and out-think a man with super-intelligence.
He snickered at that. Starfire cleaned this room every day or two, she’d walked by entries like this a hundred times and never been able to read them. It’s not like the bimbo could read Kryptonian after all.
Mmm, speaking of uptight bitches, all the suckling little Passive’s been doing sure pays off, gonna explode right in her – oh fuck, Great Rao what the hell was I thinking coming up with a telepathic diary, shit now it’s writing this too, where the fuck is the Rao-damned off switch…
Superman clicked the device off and sighed. He patted Fury’s blond head. The daughter of Earth 2’s Wonder Woman (now thankfully retired – wrinkled legs and star spangled panties should NEVER go together) was naked but for a scrap of red cloth around her loins like a diaper. Her arms and legs were sheaved in flesh-colored cloth bending them in half and giving her the proportions of a helpless baby. Superman’s machines had altered her brain to give her the verbal skills of an infant as well.
She was sucking on Superman’s cock as eagerly as she sucked on Wonder Woman’s tit, desperate for his approval and the promise that one day, if she pleased him, she could walk and speak like a woman again.
She felt the pressure building, tasted the salty broth of pre-cum in her mouth. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
It was like a bomb going off in her mouth! Even her Amazon (well half-Amazon) body barely withstood the force of Superman’s super-orgasm. The force of it launched her across the room and slammed her into his metal diary. She hit the icy floor, cum and blood ozzing out of her bruised mouth.
“Mmm, as I was telling my diary Passive, all that suckling you’ve been doing is paying off. Maybe in a week or two you’ll be good enough for me to take those bindings off. After all a baby fetish isn’t really my thing.”
“Goo-goo, gaa-gaa” Fury replied through her aching and bruised lips.
“Course you do look so cute down there! Anyway… Donna!”
Seconds later Wonder Girl, Wonder Woman’s adopted sister appeared at the doorway. “Master? Yes? You called me? Can I serve you?” The eager beaver strutted into the room, shaking her tits and wiggling her hips like a Gotham streetwalker. It was really pathetic how much she craved his approval.
“Yeah, get Passive over there cleaned up and let her suck at Wondy’s teet for a while. Oh and send in Starfire, I could use a good hot fuck now.”
“M-Master, if you need a fuck I could-“
“You could obey me Wonder Girl.”
“Yes… yes master.” She picked up Fury and carried her out of the room.
Superman shook his head. Donna was a nice piece of ass to be sure, but she was the Titans bicycle. Everyone got a ride. No way Superman was taking sloppy seconds from Robin, Speedy and even Donna’s history professor!
Course Starfire had been around the block too, what with being a sex slave and all, but damn that girl had learned her trade. No one could fuck like her. The best thing was when she used her solar powers while they were fucking, for Superman it was like fucking an electrical outlet.
“Master” she whispered from the doorway. “How can this slave serve you?”
It was good to be the Superman.
One thousand years later, the year 2984…
“This project has always been of special interest to me, according to family lore one of my ancestors actually served alongside the legendary Superman in the Justice League of America. So when I realized I had actually found the lost site of Superman’s Fortress of Solitude naturally I knew there was only one person who I could call on to help gain entry. You – Braniac 5.” Doctor Khar-Tor Hol explained to his guest.
The green-skinned scientist nodded, ignoring the praise. He was one of the foremost geniuses on Earth, a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes and, thanks to a time machine he invented, one of the few people alive who had ever met Superman in person. Of course they called him. It tested his superhuman patience to have this human explain it to him as if it was some great inspiration.
“The famous key is long lost – some say Superman himself destroyed it and buried the entrance beneath tons of rock – and the doors remain impenetrable even to our finest lasers, I had hoped that you might use your amazing force field belt-“
But the Coluian youth had already stepped outside of the domed camp and flown into the freezing winds of Earth’s Arctic region. His Legion trans-suit – a one-molocule thick transparent space suit – automatically covered and protected him. Brainiac 5 didn’t even feel a moment of discomfort. In the time it took Dr. Hol to put on his protective gear and climb onto a hover platform Brainiac 5 was already standing before the millennia-old golden doors and had already finished analyzing the problem.
“You were correct Dr. Hol. Attempting to fabricate a new key risks setting off bobby traps and could harm the site but my force field belt…” – Brainiac finished inputting instructions – “should have none of those problems.”
A blue-green field of energy shot from his belt into the man-sized keyhole growing and adapting to the shape of the ancient tumblers tripping them one-by-one disarming ancient traps and alarms and finally opening the golden door itself.
And so Brainiac 5 and Khar-Tor Hol became the first people in over 1000 years to see Superman’s Fortress of Solitude.
And what they saw blew their minds…
Standing at the end of Avenue of the Superheroes on Metropolis, Legion Headquarters is a massive citadel of golden stone and red metal. Housing the dozens of Legion members along with their labs, their equipment, their trophies and their secrets it is one of the safest and most protected buildings in the galaxy.
No one can enter without being cleared through dozens of scans and only and authorized member of the Legion could ever hope to gain access to the innermost sanctum, the Legion’s rec room, the one place the most powerful heroes in the galaxy could really relax and be themselves.
“I can’t believe they did that!” Phantom Girl complained. The petite brunette was looking at the holo note from her boyfriend Ultra Boy. Her friend Shadow Lass peeked over her shoulder.
“Well it is the Magno Ball finals.” The blue-skinned mistress of darkness said.
“Yeah but taking practically all the guys on the team on a 3-day trip to Vega? It’s so irresponsible! What if there’s an emergency?”
“Give it up PG” Saturn Girl said. “I’m a telepath and a wife and even I don’t understand boys sometimes.” She shook her mane of blond hair and wandered over to the juice machine.
The three were a mismatched group. Phantom Girl was a perky and cheerful heroine, whose optimism came from her powers, she could become a literal phantom immune to almost any harm. And for the few things that could harm her, she had her boyfriend Ultra Boy who could take care of just about anything else. In contrast Shadow Lass was as cool as they came. Her shadow powers could conceal her but they didn’t offer PG’s protection. She was a woman used to keeping secrets and keeping out of the spotlight. Finally there was Saturn Girl, one of the Legion’s founders and a high-level telepath. If Shadow Lass was cool, Saturn Girl was positively cold, always keeping her own feelings bottled up and trying to keep out everyone else’s thoughts. For example, she’d recently abandoned the skimpy pink bikini her boyfriend gave her as a costume because she could not endure the lustful thoughts of bystanders and even her own teammates that leaked through her carefully-maintained psychic screens.
“Stop worrying PG, I for one am glad to have them out of my hair for a while. Star Boy can be such a muscle head sometimes.” Dream Girl said from the corner where she was lounging in a hovering chair and getting a beauty treatment from several salon-robots. “Besides my prognostic powers have not detected any crisis in our immediate future so you can just relax till Ultra Boy and the guys get back from their silly game.”
The platinum blond smiled and settled back into her chair letting the robots’ massage rays take away the day’s tension.
“Besides, who needs them.” Phantom Girl over at the new voice. Shrinking Violet was playing a violent video game where she zapped terrorists with a variety of lethal ray guns. It was understandable considering she’d recently been held captive for months but it was still disturbing to see a woman who’d once been the shyest Legionnaire giggling as she blasted various sentients into bone and ash.
“Yeah but…”
“Aw don’t worry, PG, your boyfriend will be back soon with some Ultra-loving for you.” Shadow Lass took her by the arm and led the brunette towards a table. “And it’s not like this is the first time it’s been girls only. Hey why don’t you tell Dawnstar and the White Witch about the time you and Supergirl led the ‘Revolt of the Girl Legionnaires’?”
“Great galaxies, don’t tell me you read about that…”
“Come on, how can I resist a story about the planet Feminaz. Hey guys you have to hear about this!”
They joined two of the newer Legionnaires. Dawnstar was from a planet colonized by American Indians, years of genetic engineering had given her interstellar tracking powers and, more dramatically, a pair of gorgeous white eagle wings. (It had also given her a pair of wonderful spherical boobs, easily the best on the team and always on display thanks to her wearing a costume slit to the navel.) Next to her was the White Witch, Dream Girl’s magic-using sister. Years of magical experimentation had left her skin and hair as white as her robes. She smiled at the two older heroines.
“Come, join us, I’m sure we’d love to hear this story.”
“There’s no time for that!” Brainiac 5’s voice cut across the rec room. The normally emotionless scientist looked haggard, exhausted, almost afraid. “There’s an emergency, a crisis! I need all of you in the Temporal Lab right away!” Without further explanation he turned and flew down the corridor.
The Legion Girls looked at each other and shrugged. Whatever was going on, it sounded more interesting than a day in the rec room at least.
Thousands of miles away, in Earth’s Arctic Circle the Fortress of Solitude was once-again sealed. The only change was a pair of tracks through the dust and frost leading to Superman’s diary and then away towards the intergalactic zoo.
The Zoo was a marvel of technology. When he built it more than 1000 years ago Superman included machines that provided everything the animals needed to survive. Naturally in the intervening centuries the animals had all died of old age, but none from neglect. And even in the 30th century the cages still worked.
Case in point…
One cage was lit again. Inside was a plate of food, a change of clothes and even some books, all freshly replicated by the machines.
But Dr. Khar-Tor Hol paid them no attention. Instead he pounded on the glass walls screaming for help that would never come.
And in the lowest level of Legion Headquarters the girls of the Legion assembled as requested and found an unexpected addition.
"Hey Dawny, remember your old roommate?"
“Laurel? Laurel Kent? What are you doing here?”
“Probably the same thing as you Dawnstar, along with the rest of the girls. Brainiac 5 sent me a message at the Legion Academy something about a crisis so I signed out a fight ring and got my invulnerable butt over here as fast as I could.”
Laurel Kent, had studied with Dawnstar at the Legion Academy a few years back. The attractive brunette was a direct descendent of Superman himself and had inherited his power of invulnerability. Like Dawnstar she favored a skimpier costume, in her case just a black bikini and a red poncho that echoed her famous ancestor’s cape. Even her feet were bare. She kept her dark hair in a cute little bob and had the sort of carefree attitude only a completely untouchable heroine could have. Laurel never seemed to worry, after all when you can go for a walk inside a fusion power sphere there just isn’t that much to worry about.
“I wonder why he called you and none of the other students or reservists?” Saturn Girl wondered. “If this crisis is that urgent maybe we should call in Karate Kid, Princess Projecta from their honeymoon, maybe the Legion of Substitute Heroes. Or even Superboy and Supergirl from the past…” Saturn Girl had led the Legion more than once and was already falling into her accustomed role.
“That won’t be necessary.” Brainiac 5 said as he emerged from the depths of the lab. “I have summoned everyone who will be needed for this mission.”
“Brainy, I think you owe an explanation. What’s so urgent and why are we-“ Saturn Girl’s request was interrupted as the assembled Legion Ladies (and one Academy student) were surrounded by a bubble of energy and the lab suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the rainbow-like energy of the time stream!
“Brainy! What are you doing? You can’t just drag us all on a time travel mission without an eh-h-h-h-h…” Saturn Girl’s words slowed and were stretched out until they almost stopped. Brainiac 5 nodded at her.
“Finally. Even for my 12th level intelligence it took forever to adjust the controls and put you and your clattering teammates into stasis. Now I can focus on the real mission.”
He carefully checked the eight women frozen in the time bubble with him. They were an amazing group by any measure, drawn from across the galaxy with skills and powers that would work miracles. There were blondes, brunettes, platinum blondes and Shadow Lass’ blue hair. They were from Titan, from Zerox, from Star Haven and even an heir to the last bloodline of Krypton. There was surely something in the group for any man. He could only hope that Superman would agree.
"We're traveling to the 20th Century as we have many times before, but this time we are tacking closer to the time storms of the Great Crisis than I have ever dared." Brainiac explained to the computer that recorded his every word. "For 1000 years the latter half of the 20th century has been a mystery to historians and time travelers alike due to the wars and time storms. No verifiable records have survived. But today I set foot in the Fortress of Solitude, Superman's inviolable home and saw, in his own words, the final fate of Wonder Woman, the Justice League and what he did to my beloved Kara. That bastard…"
Brainiac paused to regain his composure.
"And now it falls to me to save her. With some assistance from my female teammates of course."
He looked behind him at the frozen Legion Ladies and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I am so, so, sorry."
Brainiac 5 turned from the women and studied the readouts on his monitor. It would be a tough trip, it would require pinpoint precision to arrive at just the right moment but if anyone could make those calculations Brainiac 5 could.
BAM!
Superman did not hit with his full strength. By his standards it was just a light tap, barely enough to shatter steel. But it sent Wonder Girl flying across the throne room, her Amazon skin bruised.
“I said eat her pussy! Was that not clear?”
“Y-yes Superman, s-sorry Superman.” She stammered between sobs and crawled across the icy floor to Wonder Woman’s prone body. The Amazing Amazon was on her back with her legs spayed open. Superman knelt over her head forcing his invulnerable member between her lips. Wonder Woman struggled, she even bit, but to no avail. Even her strength was nothing next to that of the Man of Steel. A single hand between her breasts was enough to keep her pinned and her muffled cries only heightened Superman’s pleasure.
Her adopted sister arrived between her legs and this time with no hesitation planted her lips on Wonder Woman’s pussy and applied her tongue. It was another normal day in the Fortress of Solitude.
Until a burst of rainbow light filled Superman's throne room and a bubble materialized within its walls.
"Crap!" Superman said and vanished leaving behind a red and blue afterimage and a trail of cum in Wonder Woman's mouth.
Then he was back with a green ring on his finger, a psychic-proof Lurium helmet on his head and a Phantom Zone Projector in his hand. He'd been expecting this for a while, it was the damned Legion of Super-Heroes with their time scanners and time machines. Sooner or later he knew those future do-gooders would poke their heads into his fun. Well Superman had a plan and they'd just get taste of the ole P-Zone if they tried anything.
The bubble finished materializing while Wonder Woman was still choking on Superman's cum. Less than 3 seconds had passed. The door opened and a Brainiac 5 stepped out, his force field off, his hands raised in a sign of peace.
"Superman, I want to talk."
As a precaution Superman used Hal Jordan’s power ring to put a green bubble around the alien genius and kept his thumb on the Phantom Zone projector control. "So talk. I assume you know what's going on here and that's why you've got half the Legion in that bubble of yours."
Still Superman was puzzled, while the Legion Ladies were formidable only the White Witch and her magic or Saturn Girl and her telepathy were really a threat to him. Why not bring the heavy hitters like Ultra Boy, Mon-El or Element Lad?
Something was going on. And the wild look in Brainy's yellow eyes gave Superman a clue.
"Superman, I want to make a deal. All of this" he gestured to Wonder Woman still gagging on the floor, Power Girl imprisoned in a metal frame, Halo making pretty colors with her powers "Is history. I don't know these heroines, I don't care about them."
"I can understand that, after all no one cares about Halo." Superman agreed cautiously.
"But Kara is my teammate, I… I care a great deal about her."
"You also fucked her a few years back." Superman growled. Did this little shit really think he didn't know?
"Well…yes."
"You also cloned her and fucked the clone."
"An android actually, sheathed in cloned Kryptonian skin. Quite a feat if I do say so myself. But in any case I was… I was a bit irrational… not feeling myself."
"So now you're here for the real thing. And if I don't hand her over I assume Saturn Girl will lobotomize me or the White Bitch will turn me into a frog."
"No, not quite. I am here to make you an offer. I read your diary Superman, I know that you are bored. You've defeated and humiliated nearly every super-powered woman in the world, even a few from other worlds and parallel Earths. I know you resent the women of the Legion. What was it you wrote?"
"Damn stuck up future bitches in their skimpy costumes, they want it, but try and do anything – oh no Superman, we know the woman you are destined to love, we cannot interfere with history." Superman quoted himself from memory.
"I offer you these eight women in exchange for my Kara. Gorgeous champions from every corner of the galaxy, one of them your own distant descendent."
Superman looked again, there was one girl there, a brunette he didn't remember. Or did he? He had a hazy memory of her, an academy student, she had the power of invulnerability, something about her name, her origin, he could almost remember but there was some kind of…
"AH!" Superman's head jerked back, blood shot from his nose and the corners of his eyes as – through sheer force of will – he broke through Saturn Girl's metal barriers created to prevent him from learning his own future. He stood panting for a few minutes regaining his composure. He noticed that Brainiac 5 made no move during that time. Apparently the kid was sincere in his claims of coming in peace.
"Laurel Kent, my descendant, Rao, she looks just like Lois. But how? I can never touch Lois not without crushing her into paste…"
"I cannot say Superman, but nonetheless she is here, and she is yours if you pay the price."
"What's to stop me from blasting you into the Phantom Zone and taking them myself?"
"There's in stasis now. If you try to touch them the Time Bubble will return to the 30th Century. Unless I release the controls."
"And if 'persuade' you?"
"Please Superman, I am a man in love yes, but I am not an idiot. If I do not return to the 30th Century then the boy Legionnaires will get a message telling them what happened to their girlfriends. You're powerful, you're immune to kryptonite, you're prepared but are you really ready to take on a small army of angry future heroes who can appear anywhere at any time and several of whom are as powerful as you are?"
Superman fumed.
"The only reason I did not tell them and organize an attack on you is my fear Kara might be harmed in the crossfire."
Superman looked at his cousin sitting drooling in the corner, her eyes and fingernails a brilliant shade of green matching her earrings and necklace. For years he'd lusted after the bimbo, afraid to touch her because of stupid law on long-dead krypton. Now he'd had her, every way a man could have a woman. He'd broken her, made her do things the innocent little heroine never thought possible. And now the brain-dead girl was, to be honest, boring. Almost as boring as Diana had become. One brain-dead bimbo for eight pieces of fresh meat? Surely that was worthwhile?
"I could sweeten the deal with a clone if you wish." Brainiac 5 offered.
"Give up Kara and get a bunch of stuck up future bitches. Or get creamed by time-travelling jealous boyfriends. Those are my choices huh? What's to stop the Legion from coming after me as soon as I hand over Kara?"
"As you know the latter half of the 20th Century has always been a mystery to us due to wars and time storms. Your final fate and Kara's are known only in legend. No one but me knows what you became. No one but me would ever know to look for the missing Legionnaires here. It will be a simple matter to clone them from our gene banks and fake a starship accident. You know how women drivers can be."
"And I'll take your word on this?"
"Superman I've offered to sell my teammates into torment and slavery. If word gets out I have nothing to look forward to but life in prison. Once I have Kara and 'adjust' her memories slightly, why would I ever talk?"
Superman's powerful super-intelligent mind considered it again from every angle.
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"Take her, leave the future cunts and go before I change my mind and zap you into the Phantom Zone."
Brainiac 5 bowed his head slightly and pushed a button on his belt. Supergirl and the green-skinned youth vanished in a burst of rainbow light and in their place was left eight very confused Legion Ladies.
"Brainiac 5 I demand you tell me-what?" Saturn Girl finally finished her sentence.
"Where?" Shrinking Violet asked.
"It's cold!" Shadow Lass shivered in her black bikini.
"I recognize this from the history tapes!" Laurel said. "It's Superman's Fortress of S-"
That was all they had time to say before Superman burst into action. Super speed love taps put most of the non-invulnerable women out. A green-k necklace put Laurel on her knees. Dawnstar's speed, toughness and tracking powers almost let her escape.
Almost.
Superman caught the confused teen as she flew through the trophy room. His head vision set her angelic white wings on fire and send her crashing to the floor in too much pain to use her fight ring. A kick sent her flying into the side of Brainiac's old flying saucer and knocked her out. Which left him with only one girl, the weakest of them all.
Dream Girl was a prognosticator, she could see the future anything from a few seconds to a few days. She'd avoided Superman's love tap and now desperately tried to revive her sister the White Witch.
"Mysta, you have get up, something's wrong, Superman's insane, Brainy's missing and… oh no."
Dream Girl dodged left and Superman missed her. She flew several feet into the air dodging his next blow. Then she hesitated and froze as her next glimpse of the future told her what would happen.
Superman flew around the room at super speed, creating a swirling vortex of air that slammed the girl into the ceiling and knocked her unconscious. Just as she had foreseen.
Dawnstar woke up first. Her body had been bio-engineered to withstand the rigors of space travel, she wasn't invulnerable the way Superman was but she was tough enough to handle almost anything.
Before her eyes fluttered open her other senses began to explore her surroundings. She was in a small room with an open roof. Above her she could feel the open sky, uncrowded by the starships that filled Earth's skies. Other than a few small satellites there was nothing but glorious open space above her. The sort of free and open spaceways she was born to soar through.
She opened her eyes and sat up.
And immediately regretted it.
She raised her hands to her neck and screamed.
There was an iron collar locked around her neck. Four chains ran from the corners of the room to it. Nearly panicking Dawnstar flexed her legs and flapped her wings trying to rise into the air. She shot up three feet until the chains reached their limit and she was rudely jerked back down. She tried again. Then again. Four times. Five. A dozen. Tears rained down her cheeks as the young Amerindian realized she was trapped. Able to see the sky but never to fly again.
Panting she settled back to the icy floor and pulled at the chains with her delicate-looking hands. She pulled with all her might, with strength that could tear through the hull of a starship but the crude chains did not budge.
The panic attack, so long suppressed, hit her then. The walls were closing in! The sky was closed off! She was trapped! She sank into a fetal position weeping and gasping for air.
The proud and noble Legionnaire was completely humbled and broken.
It had taken less than a half hour.
Phantom Girl woke up on a freezing floor. She shivered. She shouldn't be cold! Like all Legionnaires she wore a nearly invisible one-molecule-thick transuit that kept her comfortable in any environment. But it was gone!
She was alone as well!
Like all Legionnaires she was supposed to have a telepathic plug that kept her in constant communication with her teammates. But it was gone too!
She felt heavy. She shouldn't feel heavy.
Like all Legionnaires she had a flight ring that enabled her to defy gravity with just a thought. But her hand was bare of it.
Finally she felt oddly… permanent. But like all Legionnaires she had a special power, in her case she could turn into an immaterial phantom and literally walk between dimensions. But now she couldn't. When she tried she just got a headache.
So instead of Phantom Girl, the fearless, unflappable, untouchable heroine she was just Tinya Wazzo, a young women in a fashionable white one-piece body suit. Her outfit covered her from her shoulders to her ankles, its bell bottoms and wide sleeves seemingly providing more modesty than the usual skimpy Legion costume. But she made up for it with cut outs going down her front to show off her cleavage and navel. If you caught her at the right angle you could even see the edges of her areolas. It was a great costume for driving Ultra Boy mad, but not so great at keeping her warm in Superman Arctic Fortress.
She looked up to see a man in a filthy Superman costume with a red hood over his head. He was pointing something at her. A red lamp?
She shook her head making her girlish pig tails dance. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. "Superman? What's going on?"
"Phantom Girl, for the crime of cock teasing-"
"What… rooster taunting… what?" Robbed of her telepathic plug's translator function the confused girl tried to remember 20th century English.
"I hereby sentence you to an eternity in… THE PHANTOM ZONE!"
"What? Where?" Was all she had time to say before Superman pushed a button on the lamp and Phantom Girl disappeared.
Superman took off the hood and raced to his Phantom Zone viewer to watch the fun.
Tinya opened her eyes and saw only grey. Grey clouds, fuzzy grey images of the real world. Her hands were grey, her legs were grey, even when she closed her eyes the darkness was just another grey. What was it Superman said, something about a 'Phantom Zone'? She tried to remember her 20th Century history tapes but nothing came to mind.
"Hello?" She said. But there was no sound, just a soft roar like waves.
=Hello?= She tried thinking 'loudly' similar to the telepathic plugs the Legion used in space.
=Hello= She 'heard' in response. The telepathic 'voice' was warm and masculine, almost fatherly. =I can sense you, stay where you are, I will find you.=
=Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.= Phantom Girl replied with a telepathic giggle.
Looking at the grey mists she could almost make out a humanoid shape headed towards her a bald man dressed in some sort of military uniform.
=Welcome= He thought-cast at her. =You are new, and you are not from Krypton=
=No, my name is Tinya, also known as Phantom Girl, I am a heroine from the 30th century and an ally of Superman. Or at least I was=
= I am Zod, General Zod, of the Kryptonian Defense Forces=
He hovered close to her now looking over her tight costume, with cut outs and windows that made her young nubile body almost as exposed as if she was naked. Phantom Girl shuddered feeling a taste of his thoughts. The 30th century was a time of sexual freedom and expression, she was dressed pretty normal for that age. But here, like this, she felt dangerously vulnerable.
Zod meanwhile sampled her recent thoughts and memories, they verified the glimpses he had caught of Superman's recent actions.
=I see Superman betrayed you. He has become quite mad=
Phantom Girl nodded, remembering the leering look Superman gave her as he cast her into the zone.
=I don't know how this is possible, there's nothing in the history tapes=
=Who can say? But now you are here, with me. And I know how to greet Superman's ally=
=Huh? What are you= Phantom Girl looked down, her costume was flowing off of her like water! In second she was completely exposed!
=This is realm of thought, Superman's ally. And I have had many years to master its manipulation=
Phantom Girl moved to cover herself with her hands only to feel a cold grip on her wrists! Someone had appeared behind her.
=Greetings General Zod, I see you found the newcomer=
=Indeed Jax-Ur, and I suspect she will be far more entertaining than Mon-El=
Zod's pants flowed away exposing a long thick penis atop a tuft of dark curly hair. He grabbed Tinya's ankles and pulled them apart. The Legionnaire struggled but to no avail. She'd always been the untouchable girl, safe from everything, but here she was weak and vulnerable and very afraid.
Zod pushed his way inside. Phantom Girl felt her mind bombarded with images and demands from the two men, under that barrage she began to pant and moan, she felt her body respond, becoming warm, wet and welcoming as Jax-Ur forced his way between her butt cheeks.
=You are a whore, Superman's Ally. You are our whore=
=No, I'm a Legionnaire, a heroine, a, a= The pressure was too much. =I am a whore= she thought-cast. =I am your whore= she repeated as she came. =Take me, I am your whore=
And a fraction of a dimension away Superman watched and smiled. "Well, that was fast."
In another cell a platinum blonde hung from chains, her silvery costume sparkled in the dim light. Wires and cables flowed under her costume around her genitals. A matching blindfold covered her eyes.
Suddenly she screamed.
Then, a minute later, a powerful electrical shock shot through her nipples and cunt.
She screamed again.
She panted and tried again to see the future, to see what would come and how she could escape.
She found only pain.
She screamed.
A few seconds later the shock came.
She screamed again.
Watching with his x-ray vision Superman giggled.
The cute brunette looked up from the floor where her hands were bound with quite ordinary iron chains. She pulled on them but to no avail, there was simply no give and she had no more strength than any ordinary woman.
She wore a black bikni that matched the dark shade of her hair and a red poncho with the futuristic letter S inside a diamond. Despite her skimpy outfit the cold didn't bother her, she was even barefoot. Invulnerable girls can save a fortune on shoes.
She blinked at the glare as the door to her cell opened and a bloated bearded man smirked at her.
"Hey there cuz."
"Who?" She asked. She tried to think of more to say but her head was all fuzzy. She looked down and shook her head. Her hands were funny. She didn't remember putting on green nail polish this morning.
He knelt down before the kneeling girl and took her head in his rough hand, he forced her to look at his face. He held her jaw roughly, it hurt, but nothing hurt her!
"Aw come on now cuz, it might have been 15 years ago for me but it was just a few weeks ago for you, hanging out, fighting space pirates and everything. You trying to avoid me, Saturn Girl trying to mind control me to make me forget, but I could feel the spark between us."
She could see the costume, the once-proud symbol on his chest but it was wrong, this couldn't be him.
"Who?" She asked again, trying to clear her head.
"Aw come on Laurel, don't tell me you forgot the face of your great-great-etc granddaddy Clark Kent?"
"No…" She stammered but he squeezed her jaw and popped it open. With his free hand he undid his yellow belt and dropped his trunks and tights.
"Amazing huh? Just amazing." He turned her head left and right. "A thousand years of breeding, diluting the blood of Krypton, and yet, 2 things happened."
"Waaaa?" The girl asked, her mouth still pinched open.
"First off, despite a thousand years of cross breeding you my dear are the splitting image of Lois Lane, cept with bigger tits and you're skinnier, probably 1000 years of genetic improvements. I noticed none of them Legion girls are smaller than C or D cups and none of them have an ounce of fat cept for their tits. Science huh?"
"Annnn?" She tried to ask.
"And, my dear Laurel Kent – amazing to think how the name survived 1000 years of wars and space travel, course you probably wanted people to know where your family comes from – any way, AND you ended up with only one power of mine. You could've gotten super-breath or super-hearing or maybe a couple of my powers just diluted, but no somehow you got one power just as strong as I have it."
He rammed his member down her throat and enjoyed the sensation of her lips and tongue as they tried to eject it.
"Invulnerability! It means I can fuck you as much as I want, any way I want, and your body can take it. Yet, you have no power to fight back. Ain't genetics wonderful? Why it's almost like someone sat down and bred Superman's perfect fuck toy. Hell, maybe someone did. I mean Brainiac 5 comes from a long line of mad geniuses. He already built himself a robo-Supergirl, so maybe his family did breed the perfect Kryptonian fuck toy? Or maybe someone upstairs just likes me? Whatever the reason Laurel, here you are and –oh yeah – that was your first taste of super-cum."
He removed his dick from the mouth of the choking Legion cadet and wiped it on her dark hair.
"Don't worry Laurel-dear, you'll have a lot of chances to get used to it."
Superman watches the heroine as she calmly and serenely examines her cell. She was white. Her skin was the color of snow with faint pink highlights, as was her hair, as were the two small antenas extending from her eyes, as was her long dress. Superman's X-ray vision told him even the patch of hair between her legs was white.
The only color was a ruby on her neck.
And she was a witch.
She was called the White Witch.
Superman shook his head, obviously the next 1000 years weren't a great time for creative names.
Of course this was coming from a guy with superpowers who called himself Superman.
She floated serenely a foot above the ground even without her flight ring. Some minor enchantment to show everyone what she could do. She rotated slowly examing the room. She was imprisoned in a 10' wide circle by crackling bars of energy. Beyond that were solid looking grey walls broken only by a solid metal door. It was enough to hold almost any superhuman but the White Witch did not seem bothered.
"A simple spell of disruption for the bars…" She said reaching into her white robe for some glowing dust. She tossed the dust and the bars vanished with a crackle of ozone. "And a spell of opening for the door." She took out a small twig and broke it.
The door did not budge.
"Hmm. Come now Mr. Door, surely you want to be open otherwise you would be a wall no? A spell of activation will get you fulfill your natural role and let me out." She reached again into her robes and waved her glowing hands.
Nothing happened.
White Witch frowned.
"Well when persuasion fails sometimes even I must rely on force." She took a deep breath, pulled her hands back then shot them forward. A glowing battering ram appeared and slammed into the door!
White Witch was catapulted back against the far wall. When her vision cleared she could see the door was unharmed.
She bit her lip and touched the grey wall.
"Well there's more than one way to conjure a cat as my old master used to say. And if a door won't cooperation perhaps a wall will."
She took out a small vial of perfume and opened it letting its scent drift onto the wall's surface. "Wall, you've been earth for your whole existence, wouldn't you like to try some time as another element, air perhaps? This spell of transformation will-AIEEE!"
White Witch shrieked as magical feedback shot her across the room slamming her hard into the far wall and knocking her out.
Meanwhile Superman laughed his ass off.
"Man, if only all magic users were this dumb. A fake door that can't be opened and walls that are a half inch of concrete and then a foot of cold iron. The one material magic cannot effect. I can't wait to see what the White Bitch tries next."
Confident she was out for a while and knowing his super-hearing would alert him when she stirred Superman turned his attention to the next group of Legionnaires.
Superman adjusted a dial on the teaching machine. It looked more like an electric chair than something benign. Heavy metal straps locked the victim's wrists, ankles and neck. A dome-like helmet cut off sight and sound as images and information were fed directly into the victim's brain. Superman has used it before, to erase the Huntress' knowledge of English and replace it with the dead language of Krypton.
Now he has two women in it. The telepathic blonde Saturn Girl and the blue-skinned darkness-caster Shadow Lass. Their cultured, civilized and oh so educated minds were being hammered with a choice selection of the finest Swedish pornography.
He turned to a tiny figure on his desk and sprayed her with a certain solution his cousin invented years ago. This was going to be good!
The girl was an uptight uptown twat. Her red hair in a tight bun, horn-rimmed glasses on her nose, a tweed suit that belonged on a librarian, not walking around the streets of Gotham Square.
She stopped for a second, as if listening to voices only she could hear, then turned down an alleyway.
The natives took note, in Gotham a girl like that in a place like this meant one of three things.
One was easy prey. Some secretary lost on her way to a date or something. But this girl looked like she knew where she was going.
Another was drugs. People liked to pretend drugs were a lower class issue but that's only because the cops didn't stop and frisk too many lawyers and bankers. But anyway this was the wrong alleyway for that.
The third was she was looking for company. And had the cash to pay for it. And this was definitely the right alleyway for that.
"I'm looking for Dinah" she said to the bullet-headed man outside the E-Z Stop Guest House.
"She's busy, and she uh, she ain't your type. You're looking for Summer maybe or-"
"I'm looking for Dinah, and I've got enough cash she'll be any type I tell her to be." The redhead tucked a $50 bill in the man's pocket and crossed her arms.
He let out a low whistle and nodded. Sure he was tempted to just grab the uptight bitch and see how much she had, but he was a professional. That kind of stuff was bad for business and the Penguin got mad if you did stuff that was bad for business.
"Lemme get her."
He came back with a blonde dressed in a leather corset, leather jacket and fishnet tights. "Yeah, I hear you're looking for me. And paying plenty. Wanna come upstairs?"
"No. We're uh, going to my car." For the first time the uptown girl looked a bit nervous.
"OK, that's fine, lemme get my toys. I got all kinds of toys."
"No, you um, won't need them. I uh, have everything you need."
The blonde shrugged. "Lead on then Jane. Blackie's all yours."
"Blackie?"
"That's my working name, Blackie Canary, y'know like that superheroine. Guys get off on that stuff. Girls too. Or so I hear."
"You’re using your own name? Oh Superman, how could you…"
"What's that?"
"No, nothing. My car is here."
The redhead showed the blonde into the back seat of sedan driven by an athletic brunette woman.
"Who's she? Y'know I charge extra for a threesome."
"She's um, my driver. She doesn't speak English. Ko se je v plesnih studiih in telovadnicah Helena." The redhead said.
And the car drove off into the night.
A few blocks away the Penguin retired to his office in the back of the Iceberg Lounge. Arisia and Katma were putting on their show and the Penguin needed some time to plan how he was going to fence the experimental microchips the Calculator was bringing in later. Cunt-Tana walked behind him, her micro-mini kimono and pancake of geisha makeup hid her deadly stare and lightning reflexes. She was the perfect bodyguard.
Most of the time.
But when she saw the bloated man waiting for the Penguin she froze. He smirked at her and pantomimed stomping on the floor. The normally impassive Japanese girl started to shake. The Penguin frowned, like the girls performing downstairs she was a gift from his unannounced guest, there was still a lot he did not know about this man or the amazing women he provided.
But at the same time he hadn't been steered wrong yet. So the Penguin put on a smile and greeted the man.
"Mr. Clark? Always a pleasure, wagh, yes."
The newcomer was a large hulking man, almost Neanderthal in his proportions dressed in an ill-fitting blue suit. His body odor filled the room.
"I got some presents for you Penguin. Fresh meat, fresh off the boat if you will."
"Do you now, wagh? I gotta say you haven't disappointed me yet Mr. Clark. Course I gotta wonder just when the bill will come do."
"Penguin, trust me, I told you, all I want is to watch."
"So you say, wagh, but I never see you coming around."
"Oh don't worry about that, I just like to watch from a distance. But come, let me show you what I have."
Mr. Clark led the Penguin up a narrow staircase to the roof. Penguin installed the stairs as an escape route, he had one of his patent-pending helicopter umbrellas waiting to carry him away in case the cops ever manage to pin something on him. Mr. Clark opened the trap door and moved aside so the Penguin could waddle out to see.
There were two women there, one a blonde dressed in some kind of crazy pink bikini with a little broach shaped like Saturn on her navel. She accessorized the bikini with pink thigh-high boots and pink opera gloves that crept past her elbows. The bikini was so tight it didn't leave any question about the blonde's figure, she may as well have been wearing body paint.
"You can call this one Saturn Slut, just think about what you want her to do and-" Saturn Girl suddenly dropped to her knees and unzipped the Penguin's fly. "Well I see you have the idea. And over here we have a girl I like to call Shadow Slut."
Next to her was another girl in a similarly tight and skimpy black bikini and cape, which perfectly offset her dark blue skin.
"Hmm, another taste of the exotic I see, wagh, wagh."
“Shadow Slut show Mr. Penguin what you do.”
Suddenly the lights went out, Penguin was in total darkness with only the feeling of Saturn Slut’s tongue on his dick to keeping him from being disoriented. He felt strong hands on his shoulders and a rough tongue licking the folds in his neck.
“She likes to do it in the dark y’see.” Mr. Clark explained. The strange shadows disappeared and Shadow Slut returned to Mr. Clark’s side.
"And one more."
Penguin looked around wondering if there was an invisible girl around. These days he wouldn’t be surprised.
Instead with a flourish Mr. Clark produced a birdcage, within was a small doll, just 3" tall, dressed in a low-cut green and black bodysuit. Only it wasn't a doll, she was alive!
“Superman let me grow! Please Superman, let me get back to my normal size! You can’t leave me like this!” She screamed in a voice too tiny for anyone but Superman to hear. He just grinned down at her and mouthed the word ‘no’.
"And I call this one Shrinking Slut."
"Bit of a pattern there wagh."
"You might need a magnifying glass for her show but there are some men who get off on the idea of living doll."
"Wagh, I see the appeal. Guess I'll be needing some tweezers."
"Use them well Penguin, and remember I'll be watching.
"P-perhaps a teleport spell, I just n-need to envision my d-destination…"
White Witch shivered in the cold as she wracked her brain for ideas. She was a native of Naltor, while her distant ancestors came from Earth, the 20th century was ancient history for her. The few landmarks she could remember, the Pyramids, Stonehedge, the Daily Planet building, were just images she's seen on holoscreens. She'd never seen them in person.
Still she tried to picture the Pyramids, standing unchanged for millennia. She imagined the sand, the hot wind, the ancient stone. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine shifting through the iron to somewhere new…
Mystic feedback shot through the room knocking the white-skinned sorceress against the ceiling and then against the floor.
"Hey guys, not that I'm complaining or nothing," Blackie Canary said "but I charge extra for the kinky stuff OK?" The redhead and brunette were tying her to a chair while chatting in whatever language they spoke.
"Don't worry, you're going to get a big payoff." The redhead promised. She touched Blackie's hair. "You dyed your hair blonde."
"Huh? How did you know? Yeah I used to wear a wig but it would come off when were doing it and that's like a major turn off for a lot of guys, ruins the whole fantasy y'know, so I got a dye job."
"Do you remember where you went to school?" The redhead asked.
Blackie shrugged.
"Where you grew up? Do you remember your parents? Your friends?"
Blackie looked uncomfortable for a second as she closed her eyes and tried to remember. "Yeah, sure, I remember all that stuff." You didn't need a telepath so see she was lying. She went on the attack. "Is this like some fetish of yours, want me to call you mommy?"
The redhead was shaken for a second then laughed. "No, not quite." She took out a shiny silver necklace and held it in front of the hooker's face. "Just follow the charm with your eyes, focus on only on the charm. Your eyes are getting heavy…"
"Hey there bird bitch."
Dawnstar looked up. She been hunched in a fetal position for hours trembling, afraid the ceiling would crush her any moment. A man entered, a bloated hulk of a man dressed in an ill-fitting Superman costume. Nonetheless under his unkempt beard and bloodshot eyes he looked somehow familiar, almost like…
"Superboy?"
"Boy? Huh, yeah I guess we haven't met since the good old days. Well Dawny it's me, SuperMAN, the new and improved version even."
"S-Superman, please you have to help me, I can't feel the sky…"
"Yeah, a bit of super-hypnosis and a jamming field for your super tracking will do that. Must suck huh?" He watched her tremble and admired her tits jiggling in her skimpy outfit. Superman had been thinking about those tits since was a horny teenager and here they were just waiting for him to touch them.
"You d-did this to me?"
"Nah, you future bitches did it to yourselves. You come from this utopian future of love and understanding and respect and shit. You love coming here to slum, see how us primitives get by but knowing you're safe with your powers and flight rings and whatever else.”
Dawnstar looked confused.
"Well now you bitches are going have to get used to doing things the hard way. Welcome to the fucking 20th century Dawny, and I do mean fucking."
"Superman I don't understand!" She said through tears.
"Course not, you always were too stuck up to listen to anyone else. So I’ll keep it simple. Stand up Dawny."
The Amerindian woman rose to her feet, the heavy chains clanked as she rose. Superman checked out her body. She was more athletic and slender than the other Legion ladies, built like a swimmer or a runner but with a pair of DDs that would have ended any hope of her winning a championship.
Luckily wind resistance wasn't a problem in space.
Her tan costume looked like something a wild west-themed stripper would wear. Slit down her navel leaving her boobs hanging out almost exposing the areolas. And weirdest of all was the fringe. Fringe on her sleeves, fringe on her boots, fringe on her crotch for crying out loud. It was like the only element of Indian culture that made it into space was fringe!
Beside the wings and the tits, the girl had obviously been enhanced in other ways. He’d seen her fly through space without a suit and smash through the hull of star cruiser. Even now, despite hundreds of pounds of chains on her neck she managed to stand, if a bit shakily.
"Take off the play suit Dawny."
The angel-winged Legionnaire didn't move.
"X-ray vision Dawny. I'm looking at you naked right now. I already know you're still a virgin."
The teen blushed and looked down trying to hide her face behind her long black locks.
"This is a test to see if I can trust you. If I can't then well I can always come back in a few days, see if you're more cooperative."
“Superman listen you’re not well-“
Superman smacked her. Lightly for him. Barely enough force to dent a car but enough to knock her off her feet and taste blood in her mouth.
“Shut up Dawny. No one’s here to listen to you babble. Now take off the play suit. Or I can come back when you’re colder and hungrier than you are now.”
As she climbed back to her feet Dawnstar choked back a sob and looked again at Superman. In his eyes she saw a hungry lust almost unknown in her future era. She shook, and not just from the cold. She realized that unlike the nice, safe men of her time she had no idea what this hairy brute would do. He could hurt her. Kill her even! This was hardly the time for pride.
So she shrugged and pulled on her sleeves. Sensing her desire the smart fabric in her costume flowed off her body and fell to her feet. Like most Legion Ladies her body was hairless, another benefit of centuries of genetic tampering.
Her reddish-brown skin shined in the Fortress’ icy light and she shivered again under Superman’s gaze.
Since joining the Legion Dawnstar had been in a platonic relationship with her mentor Wildfire. An accident had transformed Wildfire into pure energy, he needed a containment suit to give him form. He was the ultimate ‘safe’ boyfriend for the shy but proud heroine. He’d never even seen her unclothed. Never even touched her bare skin.
Superman put a hand on her shoulder. She shivered, and this time not exclusively from fear.
“Superman I never-“
“Shut up Dawny.” He kissed her lightly on her full lips. Then again more deeply. The teen bounty hunter found herself pressing her body against his, feeling his warmth. She felt rough hands on her thighs, lifting her up presenting her most vulnerable spot to him. She gasped as he entered and bit her lip to keep silent. After all this time, after all those dreams of how and where she and Wildfire would…
“AH!” A scream escaped despite her best efforts, then another. “Oh Great Spirit this is- AH! AH! AH!”
The young tracker from Starhaven’s cried echoed throughout the Fortress.
“Gentleman and uh, not-so gentle men”, the wiseguys and made men who made up the audience chuckled at the lame joke, “The Iceberg is proud to announce our most, wagh, patriotic act yet… A little something I call Red…”
The music started and a spotlight shined showing Katma Tui gyrating against a pole her red skin shinning. Some of the audience rubbed their eyes wondering how the Penguin did that make up job. But for most it was old hat, she’d been dancing at the Iceberg Lounge for weeks.
“White…”
Another spotlight showed a pale-skinned blonde in a pink bikini, she marched out on the catwalk like she owned it, reached down, yanked up her top and flashed them all her tits. The audience cheered, somehow the girl had known just what they wanted.
“And, wagh, Blue!”
A final spotlight showed a door in the back of the club opening and out came a magnificent blue-skinned girl wearing a black bikini, a tiara and a cape. She jumped into the lap of a surprised (but not displeased) mob boss and then suddenly was hidden in shadow. But the whole room could hear the sound of opening zippers followed by feverish lovemaking.
Penguin smiled, half the men already had their wallets out and were waving cash at the girls. And in his pants he could feel the Shrinking Slut riding his dick like a horse.
This was his best week ever!
“I… I just have to try a spell of intangibility, the wall is not there, there is no wall…”
The White Witch tried to focus her mind and forget the cold, the hunger, the exhaustion, she took a step forward and her leg passed through the wall. Passing through cold iron was hard, it took all of her concentration but she was the White Witch, the greatest magical prodigy since Mordu himself, she could do this!
She took another step forward and then she hit the electrical field. The pain made her scream, she was knocked out of the wall, across the cell and collapsed into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile a few yards away Dream Girl tried not to see the future but the vision was so powerful. Pain and hopelessness and despair were in her future!
She screamed.
And a few seconds later the shock hit and she screamed again.
She tried and tried to look ahead to a time when there was no pain.
She couldn’t find one.
She screamed again.
And a fraction of a dimension away…
=You love to suck cock= Zod thoughtcast at his prisoner.
=No! I mean just sometimes, I mean, Ultra Boy always asks but I really don’t=
=You love to suck cock= Zod thought, more emphatically. Adding a mental sigh.
=I love to suck cock= Phantom Girl meekly thought. Zod laughed, this got easier every time. Just for fun he once again rooted around in her brain, it had been so long since they had a new toy, not since Superboy foolishly cast Mon-El among them.
=Mon-El!= Phantom Girl thought. =Mon-El is here! Mon-El save me!=
Zod was puzzled and probed her mind further. How did she know about Mon-El? How did this delightful piece of fluff from 1000 years in the future know about the dying space traveler Superboy placed in the Zone years ago?
He caught images of Mon-El flying over a futuristic city alongside other members of her Legion. Then he laughed. So that was it! Mon-El was destined to spend 1000 years in the Zone before finally being freed to join this girl’s team. Except the Mon-El in the Zone now had never met her!
=Yes, bring Mon-El here= he thoughtcast to some of the other prisoners. Then he turned his attention back to the girl. =You love to suck cock= he reminded her.
She nodded and opened her mouth, Zod obligingly filled it.
Sensation in the Phantom Zone was muted, it required some concentration for the prisoners to even feel one another. But where there was a will… Zod could feel her phantom lips around his phantom member, feel her phantom tongue playing along the phantom head of his penis. He let out long sigh.
When he opened his eyes again Jax-Ur was there leading a bent and broken man dressed in a version of Superman’s costume. It was the space traveler Superboy had once mistaken for his older brother, the Daximite known as Mon-El.
=He-hello General Zod, wha-what can I do for you?= He groveled, every bit of his thoughts conveying respect and fear. It had taken some time to break Mon-El’s will, to reduce him to the sniveling creature he’d become. But the Phantom Zone prisoners had nothing but time.
=Do you know this girl?=
Phantom Girl floated between Zod’s legs, her head still buried in his crotch, her dark pigtails bouncing back and forth as her body responded to Zod’s commands.
=N-no General, I don’t=
=Do you find her attractive?=
Even as a phantom the girl’s natural attributes were obvious.
=Yes General, very attractive, I mean, if you don’t mind me saying so=
=Rape her=
=General?=
=Now=
=Y-Yes sir General Zod!=
Mon-El didn’t need any more encouragement and leapt at her seizing her slender shoulders and trusting his body between her legs.
Phantom Girl screamed, then her fear turned to a howl of despair as she saw who her attacker was. She tried to escape his grasp but Mon-El seized her legs and spread them apart. His costume (which was just a mental construct anyway) faded and he thrust rudely into her cunt.
=No you can’t! Not you! Not Mon-El!=
A thousand years from now, after spending lifetimes as a phantom, after losing and regaining his sanity many times Mon-El would be a strong-willed incorruptible hero tempered by hardships his teammates could only imagine.
But in the present, he was a broken, pathetic thing happy to take out his years of suffering on the Phantom Zone’s latest guest.
Phantom Girl screamed again.
Superman led the winged Amerindian through the icy corridors of his fortress. If she noticed the statuesque blonde in the metal rack or the Amazon princess forced to clean the floors with her tongue she didn’t comment.
They arrived at a towering golden door which Superman opened with a touch of his pinky. They stepped outside into the freezing arctic wind. While Dawnstar’s body was adapted for the chill of space she still shivered as the wind hit her bare flesh. Her brown nipples hardened into stones. She looked up at the stars.
“Here you go Dawny, the open skies.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This is it. You’re free to go.”
“But-“
“Honestly I’ve got a dozen super-sluts now, I don’t need another bimbo with tits bigger than her head. So go, take off, do whatever you want.”
Dawnstar could feel the stars now calling to her, there was a whole galaxy out there waiting.
But it wasn’t her galaxy.
In the 20th century her homeworld, Starhaven, was a barren rock, not even discovered by Earth’s primitive telescopes, it wouldn’t be settled and terra-formed for centuries. Even inhabited worlds like Rann and Centari were still mired in barbarism. Savage slavers like the Gordains still roamed the stars. The United Planets wasn’t even a dream. Where could she go? What could she do? What would happen a lone teen out there alone? The heroine shuddered.
She lowered her head and walked back through the door. Superman chuckled as he followed her back through. She heard the door close behind him with a solid slam.
Then he shoved the winged teen to the cold floor and raped her ass.
"Oh my God…" Black Canary said. "Oh my God… How could he do that to me? We were friends! I mean he's Superman, if he wanted to fuck me all he had to do was ask, it’s not like I didn’t send him enough signals…"
"Um that's a bit too much information Dinah."
"Sorry, just trying to come to terms I mean… Oh Batgirl, what did he do to you and Huntress?"
"He, he did a lot. He killed Batman for starters."
"I'm sorry." She turned to Huntress, her old friend from the Justice Society. "You're pretty quiet. Don't tell me you're taking on your father's grim ways."
"Začel uvajati tudi kot oblika vadbe." Huntress said.
"Ta sestoji iz vaj pilatesa." Batgirl explained. She turned back to Black Canary. "She can't speak English anymore. Superman rewrote her brain to only understand Kryptonian."
"Christ. So what's the plan?"
"We can't do this alone. We need help from the one person woman who knows Superman better than anyone alive. We need Lois Lane."
'Meanwhile', if that word can be used to describe events occurring in the time stream, the nearly empty Time Bubble raced into the future.
"You-you'll see Kara, you'll see. We'll be so happy together. I saved you really. And it's not my fault! I read the diary, I knew this would happen, I had no choice, I'm just an agent of history that was already set in steel."
As Brainiac 5 babbled Supergirl drooled at his feet.
"Oh yes, so sorry, emotional, fear, relief, making me a bit sloppy. Let me remove the kryptonite." He reached down and removed the necklace and earrings. Then he noticed the peach makeup on his green skin.
"What is this?" He reached down and wiped more from Supergirl's angelic face. It came off exposing the chalky white surface below, she opened her eyes.
"Goodbye!" She said happily. Her eyes turned red and Brainiac 5, the love-sick genius, burst into flame as Bizarro Supergirl's heat vision shattered the Time Bubble and their bodies both tumbled unprotected into the time stream lost forever.
And back in 1984 Superman finished locking Dawnstar in her new zoo cage. A replicator would regularly dispense nutrients for her, which in a bit of whimsy he’d programmed to take the form of birdseed. He figured once he was tired of her he’d pass her along to the Penguin, the little runt with the bird fetish would probably explode in his pants when that happened.
Then he flew to a storeroom, opened a lead-lined closet and Supergirl tumbled out, her kryptonite earrings and necklace still in place.
"What an idiot." Superman shook his head. Brainiac 5 was smart to be sure, but he had no guile, not a shrewd bone in his body. And no humility either.
He certainly never figured that Superman had been expecting him for weeks. Or that Superman had created a Bizarro Supergirl and swapped her for the real thing while the Time Bubble was still materializing.
Now there was just one more thing to do.
He picked a device off a shelf and put it down on one of his own time machines and sent it 1000 years into the future.
1000 years later a Legion cruiser weaved unsteadily through the Metropolis skies.
"Hey Sun Boy you sure you're OK to fly?"
"Sure! Watch this loop!" The Legion boys tumbled head over heels as the cruiser careened upside down before righting itself and coming in for a neat landing on the roof of their headquarters.
"Huh? Where is everyone?" Ultra Boy asked. "I figured PG would be here waiting for me. Tina? Phantom Girl? Hey your ultra lover is back! Frak, do you don't think she's pissed at me do you?"
Colossal Boy wandered over to a computer terminal. "Seems the girls all left on a time travel mission with Brainy. And there's a package in the time lab, probably a message from them."
Soon the boys were in the time lab looking at the round device. It was a red sphere decorated with Superman's S shield and a single button on the top.
Everyone just stared at it for a minute until Ultra Boy finally shrugged and pushed the button.
The anti-matter bomb detonated taking out the entire Legion and five square miles of downtown Metropolis.
There was an investigation of course, and a hastily assembled team of former Legionnaires, students and Substitutes concluded it was a Khundish sneak attack.
The resulting galactic war lasted ten years and cost over a billion lives.
Needless to say no one ever got around to finding out what happened to the girl Legionnaires or to find out Superman's final fate.
Afterword
Yeah this chapter took a while too. Funny, this was supposed to be the short and fast series I started when Stella and the Minx bogged down. Ah well…
Course a story with more than a dozen new characters isn’t exactly going to be fast.
Big thanks to everyone who encrouaged me and bugged me, nice to feel wanted.
The list of characters is getting short! Time to spread the net wider I guess. So be here (don’t ask me when) next time, we’ll have a little story I like to call “Earth S-3-X”!
Marcus Lycus
December 2013