The place is Earth One, the time is 1984 and Superman just got himself a load of testosterone and is looking for somewhere to put it. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl and Starfire have already fallen. Who's next?
Marcus Lycus
May 2010
Issue 4 - Canary in a Coal Mine
The volcano was huge. Its ash cloud had grounded flights across South America and its lava was flowing like a deadly flaming river right for Buenos Aires. Luckily the most powerful superhero left on Earth was there to save them.
Firestorm – the Nuclear Man!
His costume was an absurd combination of poofy sleeves, tight pants and a flaming head. Lois Lane said he looked like a Brazilian circus act. But who cares, Lois Lane is just a catty bitch. And right now his powers to remake matter made him the most powerful hero on the planet.
"Tapioca. I'm thinking tapioca. Sound good to you?"
(Yes Ronnie, it sounds fine, now hurry!)
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, rush, rush, rush, seems like that's all I ever do these days."
(Hopefully Superman and the others will return soon.)
"I hope so prof, cause all this world-saving is eating into my study time!"
Once he was finished talking to himself the nuclear man known as Firestorm put his plan into action and ten minutes later Buenos Aires was threatened by the most delicious volcano in history.
"If we hurry back I might just have time to shower before my date!"
Back in Pittsburg there was a flash of light and an amazing trasnformation as Firestorm – the Nuclear Man transformed from one flaming superhero into two…
Piles of ash.
A blue and red blur took off north.
"Honey! I'm home!"
"S-superman?"
Supergirl staggered across the main hall of the Fortress of Solitude among Superman's favorite trophies such as the HMS Titanic, Brainiac's Shrinking Ray and Wonder Woman's Star-Spangled Panties.
"Hey Cuz, did you come out here to welcome me? That's sweet. You know I am kind of tired out after taking care of old Flame-Head."
Supergirl opened her mouth to speak but suddenly could not remember what she wanted to say. She shook her head to clear it, her glowing green earrings and necklace wiggled around. "S-something I have to do… have to go… date with Johnny…"
"Now, now Cuz, you know you ain't feeling yourself these days." Superman wrapped his meaty arms around the waifish girl and kissed her on the forehead. "That's why you gotta stay up here and let Cousin Clark take good care of you."
"Can't think right… head all… not good thinking…"
Superman looked down in her eyes, they were picking up a slight greenish tinge, her lips were also a bit green on the edges. A few more days and the damage might be permanent. Even fatal.
"Now how about Cousin Clark gives you a taste of your favorite medicine?"
"No…don't like medicine…"
SMACK!
The force of Superman's smack sent her flying across the hall and into an icy wall. The stunned blonde bounced off the wall and fell face first to the cold floor.
"It wasn't a question bitch." Superman growled. Even brain dead this dumb bitch was frustrating him. Hadn't she learned her lesson yet that what Superman wants, Superman gets? He flew over and grabbed the senseless heroine by her curly blond hair and dragged her into his new throne room.
"Superman!"
"Hey there Wonder Wench! Look who came out to meet me!"
Wonder Woman looked up miserably from the cage where she hung. The cage was barely three feet across and four feet tall, the Amazon Princess was forced to kneel uncomfortably with her hands tied behind her back with her own lasso. Her panties were long-gone, her bustier pulled down to her waist leaving her shivering and powerless. She thought she'd run out of tears but the sight of Supergirl's senseless body being dragged provoked a fresh round of hot tears for her abused friend.
"Superman please you must be able to see you're killing her! Please Superman, I beg you, let her go, I'll do anything!"
"Aw come on Wondy, she's fine, she just needs her medicine, don't ya babe!" He pulled Supergirl to her feet by her hair and planted a rough kiss on her lips. "Yeah, that's the stuff huh babe." He slammed her against the wall and pulled up her short red cheerleader skirt. Like Wonder Woman, her panties were also long-gone. Her eyes fluttered, she looked up at Superman's unshaved face and then they went wide as he rammed his steel-hard member deep inside her.
"There ya go Kara, take your medicine, all 14 inches of it!"
"Kal please! She's your cousin!"
Superman didn't even break his rhythm. "You keep saying that Wonder Wench, like I'm suddenly gonna look up and say 'Great Rao, she IS my cousin'. Uh-uh. That ain't how it works Wondy. I know she's my cousin, that's the fucking problem."
"Kal how can you-"
"Think about this huh?" He grunted a few times and bit down on Supergirl's nipple. The blonde moaned. "So there I am, 29 years old and a virgin. Can't fuck one girl on this weakling planet without killing her. So I figured this was it for me, I'd never get laid and the whole Kryptonian race would die out with me. But then this rocket ship lands and out pops a cute blonde who has all my powers and worships me. Literally worships me. I tell her to check herself into an orphanage and she goes and does it. She's underage but I can wait. But, guess what? She's my cousin! The whole Kryptonian race is either dead, microscopic or phantoms and the only other survivor is a hot blonde, THAT I CAN'T FUCK! Does that seem fair to you Wondy? Does that seem like the kind of reward I deserve?"
"Kal, I never knew…"
"And if you did what would it matter? You're an eternal virgin, you're worse than that cock-tease Lana or that catty bitch Lois. You dress like a whore and act like a princess."
"What? I don't… I mean my costume is a traditional Amazon-"
"A corset, patriotic panties, slave bracelets and high heels? That a traditional Amazon what? Dominatrix outfit? No you just walk around with your tits and ass half uncovered and act like you're too good for all of us. Well you're not so high and mighty now are you Wondy? You or my dumb-ass cousin."
He grunted again and let Supergirl fall to the floor. Superman's member was still hanging loose, covered in cum and juices. He turned to Wonder Woman, his eyes blazed red for a second and the chain holding her cage off the floor fell heavily to the ground. Superman strode towards her and grabbed the end of the lasso through the bars.
"Well?"
Wonder Woman felt the power of Superman's will compelling her to obey. She tried to resist but after days in his power her will was nothing.
"I don't understand! What do you want?"
Superman thrust his crotch forward.
"Lick it clean Wondy. That's all you're good for anyway."
Fresh tears in her eyes Wonder Woman opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She shuddered at the first taste of salty, slimy cum but the lasso forced her wrap her lips around the stiffening member and take it deep in her throat.
"So tell me Wondy, what does Cousin Kara taste like anyway?"
"Come on pretty bird, it can't be all that bad."
"Can't it?" Black Canary hit a few buttons and called up a list of active JLA members on the main screen. Green Arrow used the opportunity to check out her ass. Black Canary was one of the less-powerful leaguers, a martial artist with an unreliable sonic 'Canary Cry'. Which meant she had to keep herself in perfect shape to keep up with the likes of Superman and Wonder Woman. And she did. Green Arrow figured there wasn't an ounce of fat on those cheeks. And from his vantage point he could be pretty sure. Black Canary's costume had to be the least practical martial artist uniform ever. It consisted of a leather bustier that barely covered her breasts, fishnet stockings, high-heeled buccaneer boots and a black choker. The only concession to practicality was her leather jacket. Lois Lane said she'd seen more sensible outfits on Metropolis Square hookers. She was a catty bitch but when she was right she was right.
"Read it and weep. Right now you, me, Firestorm and Elongated Man are the only Justice Leaguers on duty."
"What about witchy woman there? It just says she's on leave."
"Zatanna is a sorceress. She doesn't go to Cancun on vacation. She's visiting some buddies in another dimension. At least we hope she is, for all we know she's another victim."
"Damn. What about the Hawks?"
"Hawk Man and Hawk Woman had some business back on their home world. Something about a 'shadow war'."
"That doesn't sound good. What about J'ohn? I know he left to be with his people but-"
"I've sent a few signals but there's no reply. If Green Lantern or Superman was here they could search for him but-"
"Then we wouldn't need to."
"Exactly."
"So who's left?"
"Well we've got us. The Outsiders-"
"Who?"
"A crew Batman put together, a bunch of third-stringers and new-comers."
"Figures. Old Bats couldn't hack it in the big leagues so he got some losers together to make himself look good. What are they up to?"
"Right now they're helping with that forest fire in California. Then there's the new Doom Patrol-"
"New Doom Patrol? There was an old Doom Patrol?"
"Yeah, they were blown up saving a town from supervillains. All of them were killed."
"Oh."
"And then there's the Global Guardians."
"That's it? Two teams I never heard of and a bunch of foreigners?"
"Them and some of the independent folks like Hawk and Dove or Blue Devil."
"Who?"
"Exactly."
"Man-o-man this is really bad. Outside of that flaming head kid we've got no one with any real power. Hey! What about the picture in the trophy room? Those teens with the weird outfits and the Indian chick with wings and an enormous pair of-"
Black Canary shot him a look.
"…pair of, of wings… enormous wings. What about them?"
"You mean the Legion of Superheroes?"
"Yeah, I guess. Supes is a member right? They should come running if he needs help."
"Well I can try to contact them but it might be a while till we hear from them."
"How's that?"
"They live in the Thirtieth Century."
"Oh. Well what about Earth Two? They've got grandpa Superman and grandma Wonder Woman, can't they help us out?"
"Grandpa Superman?"
"You know what I mean."
"Hey don't forget I'm from there originally! Our Superman was in World War II, he was saving the world before you even got your first set of green diapers."
"OK, OK, sorry. So he's Elder Statesman Superman, why don't we call him? Or wasshisname, Shalom?"
"Shazam?"
"Yeah him, he's like some kind of cheap rip-off Superman right. Can't he help?"
"I tried contacting the alternate Earths but right now the vibrations are out of phase. We can't make the transfer. Maybe the Flash or Superman could but…"
"Yeah, I get the idea."
"It's just so damn frustrating."
"Frustrating huh?"
"Yeah."
"So that would make you, frustrated wouldn't it?"
"Oli…"
He put his arms around her, she could feel his hand under her leather jacket feeling for the zipper on her leather bustier. He was already kissing her neck and rubbing her mound of Venus with his leg. After days of worry she wanted this, she needed it, but not here, not now, not like this.
"Oli we can't, we're on the satellite, we're in the monitor room-"
"What's wrong pretty bird? You afraid Superman's gonna pop in and say hi. Heck if he did our problems would be over." Her bustier was half unzipped already, he was kissing her tops of her proud breasts.
"Oli please…"
He pulled her bustier lower, peeling it off her ass. His strong callused fingers, archer's fingers, stroked her pussy through her fishnets and thong panties. "Oh yeah, who's my dirty little bird? Who's my horny little birdy?"
Black Canary didn't answer. He was right of course. After days of worry she did need to do something for her frustration. And well, here there were. She bit down on the fabric of his costume to gag herself. Early in their relationship she'd made the mistake of letting loose with her canary cry and almost deafened him.
RRIIPP!
She heard his fingers tear open her fishnets. She chuckled to herself. She probably spent more on replacement stockings than Batman spent on his car! She felt her silk panties shifting over and his fingers venturing inside her. Green Arrow was a cad but he certainly knew what she liked. His dexterous fingers teased her for a while, making her moan and bite down harder until he penetrated her and made the blond heroine gasped.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he started to pound her. He paused for a second, then thrust faster. He varied his rhythm, never letting her adjust, always making her moan and squirm. Lost in lust she almost didn't notice the teleporter coming to life.
"Hey Oli?"
"Not now pretty bird, you'd better bite down cause I'm about to make you scream!"
"Oli, the teleporter it's-"
With a crackle of energy the teleporter came to life. There was a flash of light and suddenly the empty glass tube was filled by two woman. Green Arrow and Black Canary spun to face it, him with his pants around his ankles, her naked but for her jacket and fishnets. Green Arrow's dick twitched and a let out a train of cum. Black Canary shot him a dirty look.
The tube opened and out stepped a brunette in red and a golden-skinned woman in some kind of purple stripper costume. For some reason both of them were wearing glasses.
"Wonder Girl? Starfire?"
Wonder Girl looked disappointed. She took off her glasses and crushed them in her hand. "I can't believe I bought that whole 'don't worry no one will recognize you' routine. What a crock."
Black Canary pulled her jacket closed over her breasts and adjusted her panties. Green Arrow pulled up his pants. "What are you guys doing here? We thought you were dead!"
"Huh? Oh that. Don't worry Superman saved us."
"Superman? He's OK then?"
Wonder Girl smiled. "Oh he's better than OK, much, much better than OK. Better than he ever was in fact. Ain't that right Kory?"
Starfire mumbled something.
"Wonder Girl what's going on?"
"I should be asking you guys that same question. Screwing in the JLA sattellite? Right here in the monitor room? Not too heroic."
Both Green Arrow and Black Canary looked ashamed.
"I mean what if we were supervillains or something? We'd have totally caught you with your pants down. Literally."
"OK, OK, you made your point. Now we want our answers."
"No problem, Kory, give the man our answer."
"D-Donna please don't make me-"
"Now Kory we talked about this, don't make me use my lasso on you."
Starfire looked at Green Arrow, he was slowly edging towards his bow and arrows, eyeing the two of them warily. She sighed, raised one lithe arm and let loose a starbolt.
SKREEE!
"Ah!" Green Arrow screamed and fell to the floor. His left arm clutched as a burnt stump. His right arm was gone, vaporized. Black Canary looked at him for a second, stunned. Then trained reflexes took over, she faced the two, took a deep breath and…
Gasped for air! Her second of hesitation cost her her chance. In one graceful move Wonder Girl wrapped her lasso around the blond bombshell's neck, choking the air from her. She pulled tighter until Black Canary fell to the floor unconscious.
"Oh God, what are you doing, what the hell? What the fuck are you doing?" Green Arrow screamed as he writhed on the floor. Wonder Girl silenced him with a kick.
"See Kory, that was easy. Easy and fun. Can you believe the JLA let these losers in and not me?"
"Yes Donna."
"Come on Kory are you gonna be this glum all the time? So you're a slave again, doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself!"
"Yes Donna."
"Fine. Whatever. Maybe I can use my lasso to give you a little attitude adjustment later, but for now why don't you take out the trash while I set off the self destruct."
"Yes Donna." Starfire moved mechanically and picked up Black Canary and Green Arrow. She headed for an airlock.
"Actually wait a sec. Leave blondie here. I think the Master might just want to play with her a bit."
"Yes Donna."
Starfire dropped Black Canary and headed towards the airlock. Wonder Girl turned to the computer console. She took out a scrap of paper Superman gave her.
"Unbelievable. Superman's one of the smartest men in the world and he made his password 'LoisLane'. Wow I bet it would take Luthor all of 12 seconds to figure that one out." She tapped it into the computer system and set up the self destruct.
She heard the airlock open. Heard a WHOOSH! of air and a moment later a scrap of green cloth floated by the window. Canary nodded. Starfire might not be totally with the program but the bimbo was following orders. She heard the alien princess come back just as she set the 60 second countdown.
"I suppose we could have left the low-rent Robin Hood here to blow up but you never know when someone's going to have a last second recovery and save the day right Kory?"
"Yes Donna."
"Now let's pick up Bimbo Canary here and-" She stopped and knelt down next to the fallen heroine. "Holy shit Kory look at this." She pulled at Black Canary's hair and it came off exposing short black hair underneath. "The bimbo's not even a natural blonde. Huh. Go figure. Well let's get her in the teleporter and head back home."
They vanished in a flash of light.
Seconds later a figure stumbled into the monitor room. He mashed some controls, and ran into the teleporter just seconds before the JLA satellite exploded into atoms.
"Wake up pretty birdy. Wake up."
"Uhhh…" Black Canary stirred painfully. She tried to remember where she was, what she was doing, all she knew was that she felt cold, and horny. Then the memories came back. "OLI!" She screamed. Her eyes shot open and then closed right away. She slowly opened them again. Where ever she was it was cold and filled with glaring light like it was made of crystal. Crystal or ice.
"Superman? Is this your fortress?" She finally whispered.
"Yup."
She squinted at him. Something was wrong, very wrong. His costume for one thing, it had always been clean and flawless but now it was dark and stained and looked a size too small for him. His face for another, not just the unkempt beard, but also the bloodshot eyes and the hungry look on his face. He had one arm wrapped around Wonder Girl, who was nibbling his neck and had a hand under his shirt rubbing his chest. Another arm was around Starfire. Superman was fondling her breasts but the golden alien barely noticed, she just looked at Black Canary with a look of sorrow.
Black Canary looked down at herself. She was still the same, dressed only in her jacket and torn fishnets. No wonder she was so cold. She tried crossing her arms over her breasts but realized the futility of it. He had X-ray vision, he'd see what he wanted to see.
"Superman what's going on? Starfire she, she blasted Oli, she blasted his arm clean off!"
"Did she? Good girl! Why didn't you tell me that?" He gave her a kiss. Starfire did not dare resist it. "Never knew why we let that guy into the League anyway. I mean half of us can move planets, why do we need a guy who shoots pointy sticks? I mean you're pretty useless too but at least you're hot. But who wants to look at a middle-aged guy in spandex?"
Black Canary was sitting in a chair, she wasn't tied or cuffed. She knew she didn't stand a chance of any of those 3, much less of off them together but maybe if she could stun them for a minute she could escape. She took a deep breath and let out…
"eeee?" Her canary cry came out as a lame squeak.
"Oh I froze your vocal chords with my super breath. No more screaming for you my dear."
"Oh."
"Now what am I going to do with you? You're one of them you know."
"One of them?"
"One of the cockteases, with your ass and your tits hanging out knowing that no one would dare touch you. Yeah, I had my eye on you since you joined. Thing is I can't fuck you, can't even get a blowjob from you like I do from her highness up there. Or I guess I can, but only once." He giggled like a schoolboy at his joke.
Black Canary was barely listening. Instead she squinted behind Superman. She could make out a tall chair, a throne? And above it hunt two cages, one held a sleeping Supergirl but the other-
"Wonder Woman?!"
Wonder Woman stirred at the sound of her name.
"Black Canary! No, Superman what are you doing?!"
Superman grinned. "You know I think I figured it out." He levitated up to Wonder Woman's cage and took the end of her lasso. Wonder Woman winced as he took control of her. He whispered a question in her ear. She tried to resist but finally she nodded. "Yes, it would work. But there's no point since my lasso is indestructable!"
"Baby, nothing's indestructable when Superman is around."
He took the end of the lasso in his hands and pulled it tight. Red beams stabbed from his eyes. The head grew intense. Some of the frost crystals vaporized. The room turned red.
Black Canary tried to run for the door but Wonder Girl easily grabbed her by the jacket and pulled her into a headlock. "Where you going pretty bird?"
Finally Superman chucked and let go of the lasso. He returned to the ground and walked up to Black Canary. As Wonder Girl held her immobile he tied a thin gold string around her neck, under her choker. He pulled his hand back, Black Canary noticed he had a shorter string tied around his finger.
"So pretty bird, remember what Lois Lane wrote about you a few years back…"
There was a flash of light and a one armed man stumbled from the teleport tube. A second later the tube went up in flames. He managed to make it to the roof's edge and climb slowly down the fire escape.
"You have to do something-" Starfire had said as she tore off his shirt. "Superman has gone mad!"
Green Arrow wondered what a one-armed archer was supposed to against the most powerful man on Earth.
Dinah Lance was a lady of the evening. A prostitute. A whore. A slut.
Sure sometimes she was a heroine living with Superman and Wonder Woman in their castle in space but that was only in her dreams. When she woke up she remembered the truth.
She fitted on her blond wig and put on her makeup. She put on her choker, her leather jacket, her fishnet stockings and a black leather micro mini. That was all she needed for work. She'd zip it up if she saw cops coming but that wasn't too likely. Cops never came to this part of Metropolis Square. Or if they did it was as customers.
She headed out. By midnight she'd had four customers and traffic was slowing down. She was thinking about pakcing it in, just telling her pimp no one was out there when she saw a guy coming right at her. He was a scruffy looking fellow with a ragged beard, unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes. He was wearing a blue business suit one size too small for him. He had a gorgeous brunette on his arm but he was clearly giving Dinah the eye.
She was weird too, young, 19 maybe, dressed in a tight red dress cut with a low V that ran almost down to her navel and cut up almost to her crotch. Of course for a working girl in Metropolis Square that was practically conservative. The weird thing was the accessories, a pair of slave bracelets and a belt with a rope hanging from it.
"Hey there pretty bird. How's business tonight?"
"You a cop?" She asked defensively. He didn't look anything like a cop but there was something about him… Something familiar, something that worried her. She looked him over again, he was a big guy but from the way he carried himself he wasn't much of a fighter, probably too used to winning fights with his strength. She figured she could take him. A girl had to know how to take care of herself on the streets.
"No pretty bird, I'm not a cop, just a customer." He waved a wad of 20s and they headed into the Ritzy Palace which rented rooms by the hour. Clean sheets $5 extra.
He was a queer one, didn't want to fuck her, he just asked her some questions. How long she'd been doing tricks, how many guys a night, did she suck them (yes), did she swallow (yes), did she take it up the ass (yes). He found that funny for some reason. Then watched her make out with the brunette for a while, till the brunette fingered her to an orgasm. Finally he looked right into Dinah's eyes and raised his hand. He had a gold thread tied around one finger. He snapped his fingers and said "remember".
Black Canary remembered…
"N-no! Oh no… no…"
"Told you pretty bird, you dress like a whore and someone's gonna get ideas."
"Superman how could you? Why? I never…"
"Nope, you never did. But you are now. And when I leave this room you'll forget you ever did anything else."
"No!" She leapt at him but Superman swatted her away with a contemptuous slap. He dumped a pile of soiled dollar bills on her and walked out.
The door slammed.
Dinah Lance blinked a few times. Weird. That guy was weird. And what's up with singles! She gathered them up, at least he paid in full.
She shoved them in a jacket pocket and headed back out. Maybe she could score one more John before the night ended.
"Mmm, Superman that got me all hot and bothered."
"Really Donna?"
"Makes me want cock, steel-hard cock."
She ran her hands up and down Superman's body.
"I want it now."
Superman took her wrists and pushed her away. "Sorry Wonder Girl, you're headed back to the Fortress. Me, I got an appointment first. Someone in Gotham I've been meaning to look up."
Afterword
Is there a dumber costume than Black Canary's? Is there? I mean at least Wonder Woman and Starfire can say they're magical or aliens but Black Canary is just a normal girl (who sometimes has a sonic scream, and sometimes doesn't) who dresses like a dominatrix and fights crime.
Not that I'm complaining mind you…
I was going to kill off Green Arrow but had so much fun writing him as a complete dick (he called Batman a loser?) that he's worth keeping around for a bit.
Anyway these stories are getting great feedback so please keep writing and keep sending in suggestions!
And come back next issue for The Barbara Gordon Project!
Marcus Lycus
May 2010