Overmaster Wars: The Sound Of Great Thunder!

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Hi all.

I wrote Overmaster Wars many years ago under a different name(The Unknown Fan), using characters from Mr. Brad Chung's extensive library of characters. I consider it my first serious work as a writer(i.e. I know now what I want to do/accomplish in life), thus I consider it my first unfinished work. However, I only finished two chapters of the first arc(The Sound of Great Thunder).

A link to my blog:
http://fromthebackofadustyvideobox.blog ... aster.html

Edit: Feb 6 - Decided to post whole story here.

Legal Disclaimer: The characters Thunderbolt Woman, Nicholas/Nikki, Balisier Girl, Rohanna, Ocelot Woman/Princess Reanna, Dolphin Woman, and all the other assorted characters for usage in this story are copywright of Mr. BC(Brad Chung at Superstories.net) and his stories. Thank you for permission. No heroines were harmed in making this story.

Overmaster Disclaimer: Overmaster and his assorted weaponry such as Synturions, Creepers, and Nymph-makers are property of the Unknown Fan and Overmaster Wars Project Group. Many of the captures, submissions, chloroforming, and defeat of heroines are ideas originally created by BC in his stories.


Note: The Overmaster Wars takes place in a parallel universe of it's on. Although it is best to read the individual stories from which each superheroine and characters originated, I will try to make this story easy to follow as I can. This is not a way for me to obtain fame in the Superstories community. This is a labor of love. I dedicate this fanfic to BC and his stories. Thank you for these and years of creating well-endowed heroines.


Overmaster Wars
created by The Unknown Fan


Episode 1: Overrun! Captured in Chaguanas!


*From Eons ago, rising from the primal chaos of the Galaxy, comes the most ominous figure of all time...THE OVERMASTER! Dedicated to a single objective: The Conquest of Earth's Superheroines!!


Meanwhile, Gathered together from the far reaches of the Earth, in the Great Citadel of Heroines, are the most powerful forces of Good ever assembled!! Thunderbolt Woman! Ocelot Woman! American Ninja Woman! Dolphin Woman! Cougar Woman! Rohanna! Balisier Girl

Dedicated to Truth, Justice, and Peace for all mankind!

The heroic Protectors versus the evil forces of the Overmaster!

These are the OVERMASTER WARS!!*


*The night before...in the somewhat peaceful suburbs of Montrose, Chaguanas...10 p.m*


The evening rehearsed the beginning scene of a suspense novel, it being a stormy night, drenched in a healthy mixture of shadows and rain. The angry clouds released their torrents, unmercifully pummeling travelers below that dared to brave their wrath. Stray bolts of jagged lightning took turns temporarily illuminating the suburban community of Montrose as attorney-at-law Daniel Williams carefully made his way home through the rain soaked streets.


The Trinidadian lawyer cracked a mischievous grin as he glanced over at the cargo in his passenger seat, consisting of a beautiful bouquet of red roses and a bottle of the finest wine he could afford at the time. If asked who the recipient of these gifts was, Daniel would have easily answered his adorable wife of sixteen years, Pamela Wilson Williams, a 49-year-old meek school teacher at Enterprise High School. But, if asked what the special occasion was, the answer would have been rather complicated or even unanswerable. For him to fully explain, he would have quite a secret to reveal. Unknown to his friends, neighbors, or even his very son at one point in time, his "meek" wife hid another side to herself deep within the confines of her bespectacled visage. This other self was a beauteous avenger, a champion of justice that crushed evil in her younger days, and was one of the most respected and spectacular figures of all time.


In that identity, she was known as the world renowned Ebony Avengeress...THE THUNDERBOLT WOMAN!!


The celebration was for her retirement from her crimefighting duties. Pamela Williams was finally putting up her mask and locking away her alter ego forever.


As the loving husband weaved his way through the light traffic, his mind replayed his fond memories of the famous crimefighter from the days as a detective for the Chaguanas Police Department. Always mysterious, always beautiful, the Ebony Beauty had always enchanted him with her never-ending crusade against villainy, among her other more physical attributes. She was as literal as one could get to a living guardian angel, gliding across the rooftops with her Thunderbolt Line, her warm brown eyes always searching for any signs of trouble in the city. One look up above at her shapely silhouette dancing against the night sky warranted assurance of her protection to even the most skeptical of Chaguanas's citizens.


Daniel chuckled quietly, remembering how his spouse would saunter away into the shadows after her work was done, her well-developed cleavage bouncing rhythmically with every step her shapely feet took. Back then, she took on the most dangerous that Chaguanas' criminal underworld had to offer. Sinister deviants of decency like Abracazam, Mickey Mahase, Homewrecker, and the Sportman met the end of their careers at the crashing end of her fists and erotic feet. The decaying fingers of crime never gained a handhold while she was on the job...even when she disappeared in the early 1970s, retiring from her crime-fighting exploits.


But, like all legends, Pam made a comeback. Despite being a devoted mother of their son, Nicholas, the Black Bombshell came out of retirement to battle Karl Kantasingh, a powerful business magnate behind a very deadly drug known as Erotoform that was killing teenagers. He even went so far as to corrupt Nicholas into his enforcer known as the Nitro Knight. In the resulting adventure, the dark-skinned heroine was finally able to confront Mann Johar, the man who killed her father, wrestling legend Theodore "Thunderbolt Wilson...and avenge her father's death. Scarcely a week later, she was instrumental in assembling four of the world's greatest heroines into the greatest fighting force ever known, the Protectors of Justice. For nearly a year, with her nearly a quarter of a century experience, she led them into battle against a lengthily list of new foes, including the reborn WWII villain the Mahar, the incredibly intelligent Thinker, and the monster Reptilia before she passed the reins of leadership to the legendary Warrior Princess of Brazil, Samba.


Having fulfilled the reasons for donning her mask in the first place, her path of avenging evil was finally over. No longer did she have to champion the cause of justice. Now, the most dangerous things she faced were grading papers...and keeping their son from straying down the wrong path in life, a task much more difficult than one would suspect.


The deep growl of thunder broke Daniel from his mental musings. A symphony of lightning briefly turned night into day. The storm showed no signs of lifting soon. However, the attorney found his attention drawn a distance down the road. A golden bolt of lightning had leaped from the sinister clouds and zigzagged earthward, touching down a few blocks away.


Golden? A few blocks away?


"Oh...oh no..." he whispered in disbelief. Pamela had not summoned the lightning to transform into her voluptuous alter ego for some time now, not since her last adventure with the Protectors.


Something had gone wrong at home. Something that warranted the attention of Thunderbolt Woman!


Daniel floored the pedal, screeching through the pelting rain. A chorus of horns blared as his car weaved from one lane to the other. The high-pitched squeal of tires could be heard from the other cars as he barreled through the stoplights, the laws of traffic overshadowed by concern for his family's safety. He bit his lip in frustration, praying silently that the ones he loved most in the world were safe.


It seemed like forever multiplied infinity before he screamed to a halt before his house. He peered out of the car window at his home, his old detective instincts resurging after years of nonuse. No lights were on, which meant no electricity. Was it because of the storm surging overhead...or was there sinister doings? He already knew that answer. With a trembling hand, he fished around for the flashlight in his glove compartment.


An intense roar of thunder accompanied his stepping out of the car. The dagger like drops of angry rain transformed his stylish duster into a second skin in mere seconds. His eyes scanned his immediate surroundings. Was it his imagination, or did he just see a dark figure move in the shadows of his house? With that thought sprung the idea of protection. After making sure he was not being watched, the attorney opened his trunk and retrieved the only weapon available to him, an old tire iron.


"What I wouldn't give for my old sidearm..." he muttered, gripping the tire iron in one fist and the flashlight in the other. Cautiously, he strode up the concrete walkway to the front door of his home...or what was left of it. It barely hung on its hinges, buckled in so much that it seemed to be almost split into two.


"What could have done this?" Daniel mused, running a finger along the jagged split. "A battering ram of some sort?" Impossible, he thought. If that was the case, the battering ram would be lying somewhere near the door path, either inside or out. It would definitely be too heavy to carry around while the intruder carried out his or her plans. His only conclusion was too frightening to even consider, but the evidence could not be ignored. This was undeniably the handiwork of a being or beings that rivaled his wife in raw strength.


"Pam? Nicky?!" he shouted into the darkness, taking a shaky step inside his house. His flashlight beam danced across the living room in a broad sweep, uncovering a scene of pure chaos. Chairs and the table lay overturned, and picture frames were knocked from their perches on the walls. The sharp sounds of glass crunching underfoot seemed deafening in the absence of other sound. His heart rate quickened as he fought to not let anger cloud his sound mind. He had seen hundreds of scenes like this back in his old career...the telltale signs of a struggle.


Pam must have put up one hell of a fight, he mentally marveled, proud that she did not surrender without one. His brown eyes then fell on a reflective object, lying in the midst of the ransacked area. Slowly, he knelt down and inspected it in his hands.


Pam's glasses. The attack must have been swift and sudden, which meant it was preplanned.


Just as he was placing the glasses in his shirt pocket, he saw a shadow move swiftly past his line of vision. "Pam?" he said, a note of hope in his voice as he shined the light in that direction. But he found nothing. Raising to his feet, he continued deeper into his darkened home, no longer the sanctum of safety from the outside world. As he silently stalked the hallway, he trailed the light along the carpeted floor. Pam's school papers, reports from her students, were scattered along the hallway, into a crude trail. A message from the intruder, perhaps?


Some sense of humor. His anxiety rising to near fever pitch, the attorney followed the path of papers. He passed the kitchen...the master bedroom...the hallway closet...the bathroom...the secret elevator entrance to Pam's crime fighting library...and came to a stop.


The trail ended at the last door of the house.


Nicholas's room.


"Pam?! Nicky?!" the former detective called out, his fingers tightening on the tire iron until his knuckles were white. Once again, silence answered. Now he was definitely worried. Although he had faith in his super powered spouse's mighty abilities, he knew that she could be easily defeated if the intruder knew her erotic weakness. He placed his ear to the door, and heard no sound. His imagination became fertile with images of his family suffering at the hands of the criminal. No. He could not bear that.


Shifting his light to his other hand, he slowly reached for the doorknob. The fury of the storm seemed to match the mounting tension he felt as his fingers gripped the cold doorknob and turned it slowly. He knew he should have considered a strategic plan of battle, or retreat, but time was not his ally. He felt his muscles tense, a signal to his mind that he was ready for action.


Just as he was about to push the door open, it exploded in a cloud of wooden splinters and sawdust. The sudden force of the explosion knocked Daniel off his feet, sending him hurtling to the other side of the hallway. His flashlight abandoned his hand in mid-flight, its plastic bulb shattering against the wall and clattering to the floor. Daniel's immediate surroundings were once again plunged into darkness, not that he was aware at the moment. With a resounding thud that seemed to rattle every bone in his body, he slammed against the adjacent wall and slumped bodily to the floor. He could feel chunks of wall shower him, but his eyes were useless with the absence of light.


Then, there was silence. Still dazed from being tossed into the wall, Daniel slowly regained his bearings, wincing as he sat up. His lower back was throbbing from impact, and it felt like nearly all the air was squeezed from his lungs. He knew searching for his flashlight was useless, so his hands felt around for the next best thing, his tire iron. Feeling the cold metal brush his fingertips, the attorney tightened his grip on the makeshift club, regaining courage from its heft and weight in his hand. Just as he slowly rose to his feet, a small flicker of blue light ensnared his attention, illuminating the remnants of the doorway to his son's room.


The source of this light was revealed as a figure emerged from the doorway, walking with a slow, arrogant gait. A long transparent lance was in its grasp, both ends of the weapon adorned with two blue lightsaber-like blades that glowed like sapphire embers, washing the hallway in its blue radiance. Through the makeshift light, the former detective's eyes widened in disbelief at the character finally revealed before him. The figure was female, but it was not difficult to tell that no great lengths were taken to hide its inhumanity.


It was as if it had been stricken with life from the famous Metropolis movie, a robot refugee from scientist Rotwang's lab. Its skin was metallic silver, and the body was that of a shapely female, with muscles and breasts that almost rivaled that of his famous wife. However, those muscles were obviously sculptured, and instead of elbows and knees, it had robotic ball and socket joints, connected by glowing blue tubes of liquid that ran throughout its body. The metal form of the robotic intruder was complete with a silver head, shaped in a haunting replica of a human skull, forever frozen in an emotionless stare. The eye-sockets were vacant; only bright blue spotlights projected from them.


Daniel watched with barely contained anger as the strange creature stood before him, its head moving from down to up, scanning his body. If it had been a happier time, the attorney would have been astonished by the wonder of fantasy and science. But right now, only one question dominated his very existence.


"Where the hell is my wife and son? he asked through clenched teeth, his arms at his sides, standing boldly before the robotic woman. "What have you done with them?


The following silence seemed deafening as the robot did not respond, at least not verbally. The light of its eyes seem to increase intensity as it lifted the lance horizontally before it, twirling it with one wrist proficiently before settling it in both hands and assuming a fighting pose.


"So...it's like that, huh? Daniel said, grasping his only weapon in both hands, his eyes narrowing at his newfound enemy. "I'll do whatever it takes to get my family back...with or without your help-!


The android was already on top of him before the last syllable was out of his mouth, its glowing weapon held high above its head in preparation to deliver a malevolent strike. Time seemed to slow for Daniel as he prepared to defend himself, the adrenaline flowing through his body in the typical flight or fight response. But, his senses miscalculated his adversary's speed, which was definitely in the range of superhuman. As the lance streaked downward toward him, Daniel cursed himself for realizing one second too late how, as the old saying goes, he had bitten off more than he could chew.


However, a very familiar blur of black and gold seemingly materialized before him. Two slender muscular ebony arms, each adorned by a glinting golden bracelet, crossed together in an x-pattern, halting the glowing lance in mid-air in a dazzling flash that practically lit up the whole house. As the flash dissipated, Daniel found himself staring at a muscular dark brown back, every steely sinew highlighted. Glancing downward, his eyes fell on well-rounded buttocks in the ragged remnants of a black and gold lightning-trimmed leotard, slender muscular legs, and a pair of sensuous bare feet.


"Thunderbolt Woman! he whispered in a mixture of joy and awe.


"Daniel... Thunderbolt Woman said in a strained voice, trying to hold her adversary at bay. Cracks began to spiderweb below the soles of her bare feet as the celebrated crime fighter unyieldingly held her ground. Summoning all of her mighty Thunder Strength, she pushed forward in one mighty heave, sending her robotic opponent stumbling off balance. The Ebony Beauty quickly capitalized with a powerful left haymaker that sent the robot's head rocketing back, followed by a right hook. However, her second blow was choreographed and knocked aside by the android, which followed up with a resounding heavy-handed backhand slap across her enormous cleavage, the very source of her spectacular powers...
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"GAHHH!" Pamela Williams cried in pain, her left arm instinctively shielding her stinging breasts as she spun on her heel from the momentum of the blow. She nearly dropped to one knee as she continued to parry the blows of lance with her right arm bracelet. From his vantage point, Daniel mentally noted that his wife's famous form-fitting uniform was not as complete as usual. The top part had been ripped away, with her beautiful ebony breasts free and very vulnerable from their cloth prison, rising and falling rapidly as she battled against the mechanical intruder. Her raven tresses, usually gleaming with a heavenly luster, were now unkempt and dull.


But he also noted Pam's lovely brown eyes behind her black and golden lightning trimmed mask. They still sparkled with a determination, a resolve for justice to be done. He doubted anything in the world could take that from her.


"AHHHH!" Pam screamed, her back hitting the wall with a thump. She was cradling her great breasts with both arms, throbbing once again from another stinging slap across them with a heavy metal hand. "Uhhh...Thunderbolt Tits...being...abused... she confessed, her brown eyes drooping slightly in the confines of her mask. "Can't...focus...dazed...powers...threatening...to leave...nipples aroused..." She felt her peaks of power harden ever so slightly, threatening to drain her fantastic abilities. The robotic woman stalked forward, her lance raised above her head, ready to finish off the legendary Champion of Justice.


It was more than the attorney could bear. "LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE, YOU BASTARD!!" he yelled, dashing forward, tire iron in hand, powered by a rage that had simmered and stewed since he had first stepped inside his ransacked living room. With all the strength at his command, he took one mighty swing, directly at the back of the head of the female android.


It connected in an explosion of sparks.


Daniel stumbled back a few feet, his tire iron deeply embedded in the head of his mechanized adversary. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, as he assumed the fight was finally over. But his hopes were turned to dust when a mechanical hand grabbed his neck, lifting him bodily off the floor. He found himself staring into the glowing blue eyes of the robot woman, which increased with such intensity that he felt as if he was staring into the sun itself.


"By Thunder's Name...!" Thunderbolt Woman gasped from behind the artificial being. She cautiously stepped forward, her right hand raised in a gesture of surrender while her left continued to shield her aching cleavage. "Please! Don't hurt him! He has nothing to do with this! Your fight is with me!


The android turned its head three-hundred and sixty degrees with an audible whir until it was starring the sultry super heroine directly in her beautiful brown eyes. Suddenly, without warning, it flung Daniel into the wall with the ease of one tossing a feather. The attorney grunted as his back hit the wall for a second time, slumping to the floor, unmoving.


"DANIEL!!!" Pam screamed in horror, watching powerlessly as her loving husband and partner for so long lay sprawled on the floor. She knew he was still alive, thanks to her enhanced hearing, which could detect his heartbeat, and her Thunder-powered vision, which could see his chest slowly rise and fall. But, seeing him hurt because he was trying to save her turned on a fury inside of the renowned Defender of Chaguanas, one that rivaled the power of her namesake.


"Let's talk, sister!" she cried, running forward toward her opponent, her dark brown fists balled into thunderous human sledgehammers. "You and me!!" Her exposed ebony breasts, glistening with sheen of sweat, bounced rhythmically with every long determined stride her muscular legs took. Her shapely hips swiveled in her run, nearly visible in the remains of her leotard. Her long black hair flowed from an unseen wind, and her brown eyes narrowed, flashing with a thirst for righteousness.


With astonishing speed, the android caused its whole body to swivel around to face the charging Thunderbolt Woman and mirrored her, whirling her lance expertly. The two collided in a disorienting burst of blue light and a reverberating metallic CLANG! as the lance tip was easily blocked with expert timing from the legendary Black Bombshell. However, the android was relentless, aiming for various parts of the curvaceous constitution of the spectacular heroine with her glowing weapon.


The gorgeous Thunderbolt Woman kept up her defense, blocking, dodging, and parrying every blow sent her way. The battle resembled a strobe show, the clash between bracelet and lance illuminating a freeze frame of action between the two combatants. Soon, the android shifted battle strategy, going for a sudden sweep kick to knock the Ebony Avengeress off of her feet. Luckily, the experienced crimesmasher detected her opponent's attack and leaped just in time.


However, she did not anticipate the silver-skinned female reaching up at her with the lance once again, nearly skewing her defenseless cleavage. With split second timing, she evaded the blow in midair, and knocked it aside with her right bracelet. As gravity regained its hold on her luscious body, the sultry superheroine held her right hand high above her head, where her Golden Ring began pulsate and hum with brilliant bolts of electricity.


"Take this, punk!! One order of Thunderbolt Special coming up!!" the legendary crimebuster yelled, her powered-up fist slamming into the robot's head with a devastating clubbing blow. An explosive thunderous BOOM resonated through the darkened house as the blow connected, causing it to literally quake on its foundations, while nearly every window shattered from the unnatural force. The android danced a mechanical jig as it was suddenly overwhelmed with an incalculable surge of fantastic energy. Scarcely had Thunderbolt Woman's feet touched the floor when she unleashed a powerful right roundhouse kick, sending the android's lance spinning out of its hand. She followed with a sweep kick, taking the gleaming metal legs out from under her convulsing adversary. The robot fell to the floor in a concerto of sparks and screeching metal.


With speed that rivaled the lightning in the heavens, the Ebony Beauty mounted her downed opponent, pinning its arms to the floor with her knees, her great dark breasts bouncing delectably before its face. "I'M ONLY GOING TO ASK THIS ONCE!! She screamed, holding her right fist in the air threateningly above the android's head, shimmering with electric energy from her ring. "WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY S-AIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"


Her mind in emotional turmoil, Thunderbolt Woman's magnified senses was missing many details. Sadly, she did not notice that one of the hands of the android light up behind her with a hum and a sapphire glow, or notice as the lance easily slid across the floor into its palm, audibly clicking into place. Neither did she feel the air ripple behind her as the weapon plunged upward through it, the glowing translucent tip entering her back, emerging directly between her summits of sensuality.


But she did notice, with a vengeance, the immediate effects on her well-endowed physique.


"AHHHGGGGGGGGGHH!!" she howled as her massive breasts were assaulted with crippling pain. Tiny volts of blue energy arced between her large black nipples, stimulating them into diamond hardness. The surprised Defender of Justice's slender but defined arms dropped to her sides, her ruby lips mirroring them in a mixture of shock and bitter pain. Her muscular body quivered as the energy from the lance ran roughshod through it, robbing her of every ounce of fantastic energy, and replacing it with paralyzing fatigue. The Black Bombshell's eyes drooped slightly in the slits of her mask as she unsuccessfully battled the sudden tide of unconsciousness.


"Uhhhhhhhhhhh...!!" she groaned weakly, every inch of her silky breasts throbbing in agony. Her limbs felt as if they were made of stone, and her large black nipples were harder than that. She was powerless to remove the lance from her body.


As the senseless superheroine gyrated unnaturally before it, the android caused its body to bend inhumanly, folding its legs directly below its stomach. Placing both of its feet on Pam's tortured breasts, it kicked, its hydraulic powered legs throwing the woozy Protector off of the lance and sending her tumbling down the hallway. Thunderbolt Woman came to a stop a feet away, rolling over to her back. The coolness of the floor registering on her shapely rear was the least of her problems.


The buxom Champion of Justice's arms lie useless at her sides, while her muscular legs stretched out below her shapely hips, the soles of her bare feet gliding slowly but absently across the cold floor. Her magnificent breasts, battered by unnatural forces, rose and fell painfully, the crowns of her summits literal spires. Her head, thankfully protected by a blanket of her midnight black hair, shifted slowly from left to right in an effort to stave off her inevitable slumber.


"Thunderbolt Tits...feels...like...on fire..." she babbled softly, her resistance slowly draining away. "Erogenous zones...maximized...nipples hard...hard as diamonds...have not felt this way...in a long...time...Tits feel so...so weak...you know...you know exactly...how to...hurt me...uhhhhhhhhhhhh..."


Rising calculatingly to its feet, the android stalked to the Chaguanas Protector and stood over her, staring down at its prize in a menacing manner, its spotlight eyes particular focused on her ebony peaks of power. The mighty Thunderbolt Woman, too weak to even move, could only stare helplessly at her victorious opponent with a lethargic glare in her usually bright eyes.


"I...I...thought you...were...dead..." she confessed sluggishly. "I...saw...you die...uhhhhhhh...My Thunderbolt Tits...knocked dizzy...can't think...mind useless...sleep...can't...fight...you won this round...I will...give you...that...muscles...paralyzed...becoming...unnnnnnhhhh....unhh...unconciousssss..."


Just as the lull of an unexpected sleep was about to overwhelm her, Pam suddenly found herself screeching in pain as the android heartlessly grabbed a fistful of one of her firm but tired breasts, pulling her to her feet. "Uhhhhhhhhh..." she winced weakly, standing on her tiptoes as the android squeezed her great breast and slammed her hard against the wall. Her steely nipple rubbing against the metal etchings in its hand did not help the situation any, only causing the curvaceous crimefighter's head to droop powerlessly between her breasts as the last vestiges of her struggle against slumber fled.


Luckily, she would never know what the silver woman had in store for her. Before she knew what was happening, she was slumped on the floor, and the android was gyrating wildly about, its arms grabbing frantically at its back. Then she saw him. Daniel. With one arm wrapped around the android's neck for a steady grip, her husband's other arm and hand was on the tire iron, trying to shove it farther into the silver woman's head. But his gambit was unsuccessful as the malicious mechanical female grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hefted him over its shoulder with one hand. Daniel landed with a sharp grunt before the robotic fiend. Once again, the robot raised its lance, ready to bring it down on the former detective.


"NOOOOO!!" Pam cried, wincing as she forced her sensual body into a shooter's crouch, her Gold Ring aimed directly at her tormentor. The house lit up as bright as day as a sizzling Thunderbolt erupted from the Ring, slamming into the silver woman with earth shattering force. A high-pitched inhuman scream ripped from its mouth as it was thrown through the door of Nicholas's room, shattering the window in the room as it vanished into the stormy night.


Daniel scrambled to catch his tired wife just as her knee buckled and she was about to collapse to the floor. Their home had become dark once again, with only the occasional lighting flash affording them light for mere seconds. Feeling the strength and support of her brave husband, Pam let herself become limp in his arms. Daniel could feel her trembling with fright and a lighting flash on cue revealed tear streaks on her dark cheeks.


"It's okay, Pam..." he whispered, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her close. "It's over, honey. That Thunderbolt...it should have knocked that thing to Kingdom Come...its okay...


The weary Ebony Beauty reached up weakly and caressed her husband's face, not saying anything. Slowly, she rose up into the sitting position, cringing in pain as one hand instinctively cradled her abused Thunderbolt Breasts, the large coal colored nipples that crowned them softening slightly, allowing her amazing powers to gradually return to her curvaceous constitution. She groaned audibly as she closed her eyes, her other hand resting on and massaging her temple.


Daniel watched as his lovely, but battered wife regain her bearings, his mind flashing back to his detective days, when he rescued Thunderbolt Woman from being chloroformed into unconsciousness by a woman named Lola, the assistant to the crooked magician Abracazam. Even then, in the very throes of defeat, he had never seen the Ebony Beauty in such a dire condition as she was now.


"Nicholas...I'm coming for you, sweetheart..." the Black Bombshell murmured in a seemingly dazed tone to no one in particular, as she rose, little by little, to her feet on shaky legs. Her right hand still protectively shielded her vulnerable nude cleavage while her left hand utilized the wall for support. Daniel could hear the sharp, nervous, rapid intakes of breath from his wife, while a blinding flash of lightning revealed a haunting, but determined look on the sexy superheroine's face as she turned and looked down at her husband.


"You're going after them, aren't you?" Daniel asked.


"You have to go, baby." Pam said mournfully. "He already has our son...and I don't know what he's going to do to him. I can't risk losing you too."


"Nonsense!" Daniel scoffed as he stood up, face to face with his superpowered spouse. "I'm not leaving you alone, not in this condition! Whoever 'He' is kidnapped OUR son and attacked MY wife in OUR home. As far as I'm concerned, 'He' has just made this fight personal. Just let me-"


"Daniel, please!" Thunderbolt Woman cried, her voice tinted with anger. "You have to listen to me. This man...he isn't some drug dealer or costumed maniac that you can just slap the cuffs on and book! He's...something different. Something...awful."


"Pam..." was all the attorney could reply as he realized the seriousness of his wife's words. What kind of person not only knew the secret identity of Thunderbolt Woman and where to attack her at her most vulnerable, but had the power to reduce his fearless wife to a shivering mess? And why had Pam never spoken of someone so dangerous?


The apprehensive Defender of Chaguanas turned, leaving her husband in thought as she walked towards the living room. On her right hand, her Gold Ring, which she used for transforming from a meek school teacher into a mighty protector of the people, was glowing brightly, suddenly illuminating the immediate hallway around her. The Ring was warning her of danger! There were more of the mechanical invaders on the way!


With every steel sinew emphasized, an outward display of her revitalized Thunder Powers, the legendary Icon of Ebony bravely pressed forward, mentally battling the paralyzing fear that was trying to dominate her senses. The soles of her bare feet made no sound as she made cautious steps towards the foreboding darkness of the living room before her. She tried not to think of the overwhelming odds that she would be making contact with, or the fact that her worst nightmare had come true. Only one thought was prevalent in her mind.


Nicholas. She would get him back, no matter how high the consequence.



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<...Nicholas...Nicholas...wake up...wake up, my son...>


A slight moan escaped Nicholas's glossy ruby lips as she stirred slightly in her sleep. A single well-defined leg rose up once, the sole of her erotic foot gliding across the harsh carpet floor, before falling back down with a muted thud. Her glistening ebony cleavage froze in mid-rise for only a nanosecond, her consciousness temporarily awakened, before it retreated back into her abrupt slumber. Her muscular arms lay stretched out on opposite sides, her polished golden fingernails touching both walls of the changing room. Her sexy eyes were closed tightly, oblivious to her surroundings. For the first time in his/her life, Nicholas was in a sleep that felt so seductive, so comfortable, that he/she did not ever want to awake from it.


Was that the voice...of his...her mother?

Her eyes snapped open.

She was in a large, shadow-drenched, hideous underground chamber, being dragged forcefully behind the six Synturion guards, naked. Her wrists, neck, and ankles were clasped in jeweled manacles and chains that rattled and clanged across the rusty metal-like floor. Nicholas nearly choked as she struggled to keep up with her inhuman captors. Moving around in his new body was hard, and it took some getting use to her new center of gravity, among other things.


The female screams were horrible and deafening. The chamber itself was spherical in nature, and seemed to share the dimensions of a football stadium. Lining the walls were room-sized cells, each with a naked beautiful woman, her four limbs spread-eagled by golden chains connected to the four corners of the cell's walls. A long, shaft-like item was inserted almost completely in the women's vaginas, connected to the floors, while two glowing blue suction-cup shaped objects were connected to their breasts. A VR helmet covered each of their faces, hiding their distinctive facial features. Every few seconds, the women would scream painfully and shrilly, shivering fiercely as if in a seizure. One such chorus of horror terrified Nicholas so much that she stumbled and fell full-length to the floor. However, before she could regain her footing, the two androids escorting her continued to march towards their destination, dragging her behind like a sack of potatoes.


As the buxom captive fought to rise to her feet, her large black nipples, which crowned her shapely breasts, brushed against the dust-covered floor. The burning sensation was staggering and her nipples shot instantly to attention.


"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." Nicholas gasped, her teeth gritting in pain as her long black and gold-streaked hair draped over her face. "Dust...so dusty...irritating...my...my nipples...breasts feel funny...numb...heavy...can't...can't make my...body obey...getting tired...sleepy..." Her eyes fluttered threateningly as the rust-colored ground grew hazy in her vision.


But the two escorts holding her chains ignored their curvaceous charge's pained cries and dragged her along. Nicholas's golden toenails and fingernails made a squealing sound as they joined in with the wretched scrapping of her heavy chains against the metal-like surface of the floor. She became limp and weaker. A thin layer of dust now covered the smooth surface of her ebony breasts, taunting her young mind with sleep and engulfing her stiff nipples with agony. As her head grew heavier, as well as her eyelids, the two silvery androids came to a halt and without warning, cruelly yanked her to her feet with the chain connected to her neck manacle.


"AIEEEE!" the buxom teenager squealed, coughing frantically as she was practically choked by the manacle and chain combination. She winced, softly caressing her tender neck that was sore from such vicious treatment. Almost as abruptly as the yank of the chain, one of the Synturions gave Nicholas a heavy-handed swat across both of her naked breasts, causing the former son of Thunderbolt Woman to screech in agony. Momentarily stunned and weakened by the powerful blow, Nicholas spun with its momentum, her shapely legs buckling as she fell on her hands and knees. Her breasts were stinging horribly, but the dust that had choked her nipples earlier was now gone. She slowly raised her head, brushing the long disheveled strands that stubbornly covered her eyes.


Before the group, was a yawning circular hole, with no visible bottom in sight. Thick black smoke radiated from the hole, rising leisurely into a distant oval that gave a slight view of a blue sky. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. Thunderous hissing noises, combined with dazzling flashing lights could be heard within the opening in the ground.


"What is this?!" Nicholas yelled over the noise. "Why have you brought me here? Isn't it enough that you have turned me into a girl?!"


The Synturions did not answer. Instead, the quaking of the ground reached a climax as a large silvery sphere, decorated with blinking, multi-colored lights, emerged dramatically from the hole. As if on an unseen cue, all the women in the chamber wailed piteously, as if signaling the dreaded harbinger of something horrible. The huge sphere hovered over the three for a minute, as if regarding them, before three thick tentacles sprung from an opening on it, disappearing into the distance of the vast area. Just as quickly as they emerged, they retracted, bringing with them a half naked man, screaming painfully at the top of his lungs. The other half of him was trapped in a sphere of sorts. As they carefully settled the person to the ground, a haunting droning sound was heard. The man cried in pain.


Nicholas's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the man that was coughing furiously before her. She took a shaky step forward. Then another...and another. The man was trembling as he slowly looked up at her. His eyes were red with tears, distant and joyless, his pitiful sobs loud and thunderous in the now silent chamber. Nicholas did not need much to realize that he was now a broken shell of a man, vastly different from the one that she had loved deeply and respected all of these years. She felt the manacle tightened around her neck as she reached the full length of her chain, just mere inches from the grieving love one before her. She could go no further.


She was meant to be in arms length of him, just close enough to touch...but not to hold or comfort.


"Dad?" she sobbed slightly, trying to hold back tears of her own. "Dad...it's...it's me..." she bowed her head shamefully, her voice breaking, and her lips trembling. Should she tell him the truth and cause him even more heartbreak?


The battered Trinidadian attorney Daniel Williams reached upward at his former son with a trembling free hand. "Pam...I'm sorry..." he gasped in a hoarse voice. "I...could not stop him...Sweet Jesus...he slapped me in...a machine...made me a warrior of some kind...made me attack...a village...of women...made me do horrible things...to them..." he trailed off, bowing his head and crying softly to himself.


Nicholas felt her hands instinctively clench into fists as a tide of seething anger washed over her. First, he had kidnapped him and turned him into a girl...and now he had taken control of his father and caused him untold pain by making him commit evil acts.


He would pay. Overmaster was going to pay.


"Dad...it's okay..." she whispered, slowly dropping to her knees and stretched her neck as far as the chains relented, letting her father's hand brush her cheeks. His head rose up again, as he locked eyes with his only child. Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror, some resemblance of life returned to them.


"My God, Nicky..." he replied, his hand caressing her whole face. "What...has he done to you...?"


"I'm still me, Dad. Still your son. Just...just the outside has been altered..."


"It's...its more than that, son...you're someone entirely different now...the changes reach further than the surface."


Nicholas glanced down at her breasts, and held her arms up, palms up, for inspection. Her father was right. The changes to her body were more than just how she looked. In fact, it was deeper than she dared to admit out loud.


Her arms dropped dejectedly to her sides, as she lowered her gaze. "I guess you don't love me anymore now...since I'm a girl...a freak of nature..."


For a minute, there was silence between father and daughter, as neither spoke. Then suddenly, Daniel gently nudged his newfound daughter's chin up to eye-level. "Nicholas Theodore Williams." He replied, shades of his former self returning. "How dare you let that son of a bitch rip our family apart?! Son or daughter, man or woman, I love you with every fiber in my heart, every vestige of my soul...you're part of me, a part that I know I could never live without. Nicky, don't even think this will change anything between us...people change all the time-"


"But this is different, Dad!" Nicholas exclaimed, shaking her head free from her father's hand. "This isn't normal...this isn't sane! I'm a girl, Dad...a girl! Even if we ever get out of this mess, my life will never be the same again!"


"Then you will have to work towards an equivalent." Daniel replied. "Think of those stroke patients back home. Or the burn victims we saw on television two weeks ago. Do you think they sit around, lamenting the changes in their lives? No. The old saying 'Life goes on' is very true, so...sweetie. You seemed to be getting use to your new body already."


Nicholas gave her father a blank stare. "Since when?"


"Didn't you tell me that its still you, the son I've always had? I love you Nicholas, the person, not the outer shell...and if we ever escape or if we are ever rescued...if we can ever return to 'normal' in a sense...I promise you...I and your mother will do everything save storm the gates of heaven itself to give you a semblance of the life you had...that is, if we can't find a cure for you first."


"A cure?" a slight smile tugged at the corners of Nicholas's mouth. "You think...there's a chance?"


Daniel slammed a fist on the ground in frustration. "I hope so. But even if there isn't, I will never love you any differently. And to think, that is why that evil bastard is letting us meet like this. He was hoping...to break me more...to make me feel lesser than dirt...to control my mind better after seeing what he had done to you. But now that I know that you are alive, Nikki...we might have a sliver...just an instance of a chance to save her-"


"Wait...what did you call me?"


Daniel reached out and gently brushed a few strands of his daughter's rebellious strands from her face. "Nikki." He said solemnly. "Its closer to Nicholas than any other girl's name I can think of right now."


Nikki's face frowned. "So you don't think there is a cure?"


"Yes." Daniel nodded. "But you need to focus, Nikki. The Overmaster is going after your mother, and she needs your help!"


"Great Thunder..." Nikki whispered, taking a page from his mother's legendary exclamations. "But...how do you know?"


Daniel sighed mournfully. "You see all the women here?"


Nikki nodded, glancing around the expansive place.


"From my understanding, from what I've seen with my very eyes, most of them are superheroines and super-powered warriors. Others are normal women with the potential of being a superheroine...something he calls the 'Amerindian Force' or 'Magick'. Anyway, he captures these women like animals...stick them in those machines and makes them orgasm uncontrollably...while he uses their collective consciousness, Amerindian powers, and erotic emotions to control...those things."


Nikki followed the direction towards which her father nodded, and saw the horde of Synturions that guarded her.


"You mean..." she whispered. "Those innocent women...control the Synturions?"


"It's slightly more complicated than that, honey." Daniel told her. "They are somehow...corrupted by Overmaster to do his bidding. As for me...as for my punishment for loving your mother...he...he straps me in a similar machine...but I can't fight...I can only watch through...their 'eyes' as they...viciously attack those poor women...the screams...the sexual violations...its enough to drive anyone mad. After razing that village, he decided to go after the 'old' Protectors...my God...he knows everything...everything about them. Everything about us. But somehow, some of the Protectors have stayed a step ahead of the evil genius...I think it had something to do with the one girl that escaped from that village-"


Just as the attorney was about to conclude his tale, a scream ripped from his mouth. The sickening drill sound could be heard again. The defenseless attorney's back arced, his teeth bared tightly, his hands unclenching and clenching in sheer torment.


"Dad!!" Nikki screeched, every muscle accentuated on her sexy ebony physique as she dashed forward, temporarily forgetting the bonds that entrapped her. She was reminded seconds later when the chains holding her snapped taut, viciously choking her and causing her to fall to the floor in a heap. Quickly rising to her hands and knees, she watched powerlessly as her father squirmed in the clutches of strangest assault he had ever taken part in.


"Your father's ability to perform under pressure is legendary, my Galatea." The computer-like voice of her torturer reached Nikki's ears. At once, the six android women surrounded the buxom adolescent, each grabbing a body part of some kind and weighing the young man turned woman down. Her eyes blazing with an untamed fury, Nikki struggled wrathfully in their clutches, her heart nearly breaking from watching her father suffering in humiliating agony.


"Damn you!! Let my Dad go, you bastard!!" Nikki screamed through tightly clenched teeth, her eyes darting frantically around the chamber for the source of the voice.


"No!" the voice declared in an absolute tone, coming from the Synturion that held her right arm, its spotlight eyes were flaring with every syllable. "Your father fought on the side of the Protectors many years before-"


"-Although this was not humanity's battle to begin with." The Synturion holding her left leg down continued. "He intervened in a war that was not his-"


"-And threatened the balance between the Light and Dark Magick." The Synturion, whose arms were wrapped around her waist, continued. "Thus, his punishment for his hubris-"


"-is eternal damnation!!" The Synturion, whose arm was wrapped around her neck, hissed venomously. "I will have infinity to know his flesh."


"No..." Nikki trailed off, her thick lips trembling in fear as she watched her father being hoisted in the air, screaming in pain at the top of his lungs, his arms and legs wavering around blindly as he tried to free himself in vain. Even without the Synturions holding her down, Nikki was frozen in horror. She felt powerless. What could she do against a monster that had easily defeated tons of actual well-trained superheroines before her? Everywhere she looked, she was reminded how hopeless defeating him was. There were the women in the strange machines in this chamber...not to mentioned the many she had seen being marched down the gloomy corridors, their costumes tattered and torn, their mournful expressions broadcasting their despair and dismay at their torturous fate.


She had nowhere near the experience or skill of her mother. She only had at hand what her mother had taught her up to that point-


Wait.


Never give up. Never surrender. She had taken those words to heart, etched them into her head, and burned them into her very soul. It was the first lesson her mother had taught her when she started her crime-fighting training under her tutelage. No matter how many times Thunderbolt Woman was chloroformed by criminals, no matter how many times her Thunderbolt Breasts were drugged, she would never give up against the overwhelming odds.


She would never surrender to evil.


Her fingers tightened into fists. Every single muscle in her sexy naked form became prominent as a firm resolve settled into her mind, washing away all the self doubt that was present. The terror and pain in her father's voice reinforced her resolve, and gave her the strength to support her decision. Inhaling deeply, causing her large ebony breasts to swell forward, bouncing seductively in the limited light, she reached deep inside of herself, and brought out all of her fear, all of her anger, and all of her sorrow forward in one giant heave.


"DAD!!" she screamed as she exploded out of the clutches of her silver adversaries, tossing them aside as easily as leaves in an oncoming wind. Inhuman squawks could be heard as the six silvery androids were thrown hundreds of feet into the air in varying directions, most slamming against the walls of the chamber in an explosion of metallic parts and clear liquid. One slammed into the silvery sphere, metal against metal screeching mercilessly as it slide lifelessly into the hole below, while another smashed into the floor in an explosion of smoke and metal parts. Yet another was thrown backward, its feet leaving a trail of sparks behind as it slide a few feet backward from where it stood. After stopping its uncontrollable momentum, the Synturion stood defiantly, its spotlight eyes glowing harshly as it stiffly but calculatingly stalked forward towards its prey. A high-pitched hum could be heard as it pulled both of its nipples from its metal breasts, clasping them together in a bright blast of sapphire light. Seconds later, a translucent lance formed in its hands, tipped on both ends with long blue-lightsaber-like blades.


Nikki was breathing hard, dropping on her haunches, clutching her shapely breasts. The manacles and chains on her arms and legs dropped to the ground in a heap, and she easily wrenched the chain from around her neck with the minimum of her new superstrength. She felt different...stranger than when she learned that she was a girl. Her breasts felt numb, but not hurting at all. As the young woman looked down at them, she could see white electricity arcing between her nipples. Was this what her mother meant by the manifestation of the Thunderbolt Powers? She was feeling stronger, more powerful than ever before. Her eyes were like binoculars, and could make out the tiniest detail of one of the women captives thousands of feet away. Her nose flexed as she detected the distinctive stench of chloroform given off by the mangled heaps of Synturions that had landed a distance from her. And her ears...they could detect the heartbeats of many of the captives there...including her father's.


Nikki gasped as she stood and looked towards her father, still suspended in the air, in a half-sphere. "Hold on, Pop!" she called to him. "I'm coming to save you!" Her thick thighs flexed as she prepared to make a mighty leap towards the giant sphere that held her father aloof, but his words reached her heightened ears. His voice was nearly hoarse, and tired. If it wasn't for her Thunder Hearing, she would not even been able to make out what he was saying.


"Behind...you...ahhhhhhhhhhh..." he gasped. "Syn...Synturion...about...to...attack!"


The buxom teenager whirled around just in time to see the hated machine woman advance towards her, whirling its lance expertly, which cast an eerie blue glow on their immediate surroundings. Instantly, she adopted the trademark wrestling stance made famous by her magnificent mother. She knew she lacked the Golden Bracelets of her mother, thus lacking defensive capability against the lance. But she drew confidence from her newfound super abilities, along with her wrestling training. She would beat this...thing and rescue her father...then the two of them would escape to rescue her mother.


Then...then they would find a cure to change him back to normal.


"Hmmmm...I did not realize you would manifest your abilities so soon, Galatea." The Synturion said as it stalked forward. "The way you scattered my children about like insignificant grains of sand...the power you possess...its greater then I imagined."


Nikki narrowed her eyes in anger. "Talk all you want, you slimy dirtbag." She growled. "Deceive yourself if you like, but the truth is, I'm getting my Dad out of here, and there's nothing you or your endless supply of Fembot rejects can do about it. But, it's not over between us, buddy. Not by a longshot. When I return, I'm going to beat you, and you're going to change me back!"


She was amazed even by her own bravery. But, would he be intimidated enough to be distracted in the upcoming battle? She forced herself to focus on the showdown at hand. The Synturion's skull head tilted to the side as it came to a complete stop, as if considering its voluptuous opponent's arrogant boast. Suddenly, it fell to its knees, tossing the lance to the side of it, where it slid to a stop a few feet away.


"If there is one thing that even I can't tame...it is destiny." The Synturion droned, its spotlight eyes lingering at Nikki's erotic feet. "It was inevitable."


There was a silence for a minute, as neither combatant moved towards the other. Suddenly, Nikki gave her robotic enemy a bewildered look. "What?!"


"The signs, my Galatea. I've helped create the very thing that would be the destroyer of my existence. You."


Nikki's beautiful face twisted into worry. "Y-you think you can c-confuse me with your talking." She said, her voice not hiding her panicking really well. "S-shut up and fight me."


"But you have already won, my pet. All the signs are in place; the chess pieces are on the board. Can you not feel it? Your power is vast...dwarfing that of your mother. It is you...the Shifter of the Tides, the Ultimate Protector, the Fabled One...you are the Keystone...the bane of my existence!"


"T-the Keystone..." Nikki whispered, looking around cautiously as she took a step back. This was a trick obviously, and she did not want to be caught unaware.


"Yes." The Synturion slowly rose to its full height, slightly taller than Nikki. "You are the chosen one, the one being that will shift our millennium-long war towards the Light Side of the Magick. Just look at the chaos you are capable of, Galatea-"


"Shut the hell up!" Nikki growled, her sexy chest rising and falling rapidly, every muscle on her naked body tensed. "You lose this silly mind game, my friend. My mom taught me everything I need to know about handling criminals like you. And for the last time, my name is Nikki, not Gala-whatever that is!"


"I see you've already accepted who you are." The Synturion continued, taking a step forward. "But your little mind cannot fathom the fact that you have already won!"


"You lie." Nikki said hesitantly as she took a few more steps backward. "And I hate being a girl!"


"No. I am at your complete mercy." The Synturion increased its momentum, nearing the sexy teenager. "In fact, I fear you...and I hope you do not destroy me..."


"And let you live? No way!" Nikki brushed a strand of her long raven hair from her face as she quickened her steps backward. "You have brought countless suffering to the lives of innocent women... caused both my father and mother grief...and turned me into a female...ruining our lives...I'll be damned if I let someone as despicable as you continue to exist..."


The Synturion chuckled, the hissing of a poisonous snake. "You sound just like your mother. You do realize that, to make good on her promise, that she killed me all those years ago."


Nikki felt something hard and cold pressed against her back, unyielding. She could go no further. "No." she shook her head in disbelief. "My mother protects all life. She beats up the bad guys...not kill them."


The Synturion came to a halt, just a few inches from Nikki. "I'll remember to tell her you spoke fond of her when we catch up on old times."


"Huh?" Nikki gasped, not taking heed to her immediate surroundings. Her enhanced hearing detected her father barely uttering a word, but by then it was much too late to react.


"Trap!" was that word.


With lightning speed, two tentacles exploded from the silvery sphere behind her, snapping through the air, arcing towards her sensual breasts. A glint of silver caught Nikki's eyes before she felt two piercing sensations throttling her nipples.


"AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!" she screamed in anguish, surrendering to her weakening knees and falling to them. The pain was immense, nearly crippling. Her eyes welling in tears, Nikki glanced down at her breasts, her eyes widening in astonishment at the two long syringe-like needles sticking out of each hardening nipple. Suddenly, all of the wonderful power that she had felt only moments earlier abandoned her, leaving her weak and helpless as a newborn infant. Her well-defined chest felt heavy and numb, while her head was spinning.


"What...what did you...do...?" she gasped, fighting the urge to buckle to the dirty floor and contaminate her breasts even more. She tried to reach for the needles, to pull them from her nipples, but her muscles felt weighed down, heavy as lead. "Can't...can't move...move my arms...dizzy...nipples...in pain...tricked me...into a...trap...so dumb...such a...amateur...mistake..."


"Tsk...Tsk..." the Synturion knelt down to eye-level with its quickly defeated foe, tapping its head with its forefinger. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Galatea. I've told you before...you have more power than you can ever imagine. But without knowledge to utilize that power...then you are useless against me. I'm surprised your mother hasn't taught you that lesson."


"GAHHHHHHHH..." Nikki dropped to her elbows, trying to fight the urge to collapse to the floor. "Please...get them...out...get them out...of my...nipples!!"


"But they haven't finished their job yet, my pet." The robotic female chuckled. "Don't worry...it will be over in just a few seconds..."


The Young Ebony Beauty's teeth gritted together as little by little, her muscles abandoned her. At the same time, a clear substance began to erupt from the needles embedded in her nipples, covering the surface area of her shapely breasts. "UHHHHH! UMMMMMM!" Nikki gasped, feeling the dazzling but familiar effects take place in her body. "Chloroform!!"


Her lovely brown eyes glazed over as the world began to swim before her vision. Her resistance melted away as she sunk forward fully to the floor, her already assaulted cleavage being crushed like pancakes on it and corrupted by the ages-old dust that covered it.


"Ummmm...dust...contaminating...my...my breasts...defenseless...against chloroform ...just like...Mom...sneaky Over...Overmaster...stabbing my...breasts...making them numb...me weak...congratulations are in order...you are...the first man...to knock...my Tits...out..." she confessed sluggishly. "I've lost...did not...save...ummmmm...Dad...or Mom...going...to sleep...now..."


As Nikki's head fell to the floor, cushioned by her lengthy tresses, the last words she heard were barely choked out from her father.


< Soulfieir da fill'dur...>


Her eyes closed at the remembrance of those words. Changrian. It was an old Changra proverb, one that the tribe lived by body and soul.

In the native language of the tribe, it meant "Surrender without choice". It meant fight with all of your remaining passion, might, and soul.

It meant to never surrender without a fight.

TO BE CONTINUED!
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Episode 2: Overreach! Escape From Oblivion!


*From Eons ago, rising from the primal chaos of the Galaxy, comes the most ominous figure of all time...THE OVERMASTER! Dedicated to a single objective: The Conquest of Earth's Superheroines!!


Meanwhile, Gathered together from the far reaches of the Earth, in the Great Citadel of Heroines, are the most powerful forces of Good ever assembled!! Thunderbolt Woman! Ocelot Woman! American Ninja Woman! Dolphin Woman! Cougar Woman! Rohanna! Balisier Girl

Dedicated to Truth, Justice, and Peace for all mankind!

The heroic Protectors versus the evil forces of the Overmaster!

These are the OVERMASTER WARS!!*


The sound of paper crackling caused Thunderbolt Woman to freeze instantly. Were the enemies here? A glance down at her feet told her no. It was only one of her students' papers lying on the floor. For a moment, Pam's mind flashed to her students. What would happen to them now that she was caught up in this crisis? Would she ever see them again? If she did survive, and escaped...would her life ever be the same as it was before? Or had the line between schoolteacher Pamela Williams and superheroine Thunderbolt Woman been destroyed forever?


These questions plagued the experienced crimebuster as she finally emerged into the living room. Her Gold Ring was glowing as bright as a star now, acting as a torch for the sultry superheroine. Thunderbolt Woman stood perfectly still, letting her enhanced hearing become the guide to her adversaries' approach. After a few seconds, she could hear a set of quick, rhythmic footsteps, approaching the front door. Then, she heard another set, this time scrambling above her on the roof. Yet a third pair of footsteps was echoing in the darkened hallway behind her.


"Your tricks are old, creep!!" the buxom beauty declared loudly, as she whirled around in an ebony blur, her fist aimed at the head of the android woman sneaking up from behind. However, it was not a metal woman that had crept up behind her. Instead, it was-


"Daniel?!" the Masked Marvel sputtered, her fist luckily stopping barely inches from her husband's face.


"Er...hi, honey..". the attorney said awkwardly, his eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at his wife's fist. "Maybe...I should have taken your advice after all, hmmm?"


"Yes, you should have!" Thunderbolt Woman said in exasperation, turning around and crossing her arms across her shapely chest. "I need you to get somewhere safe! Nicholas...he is my responsibility. It's my fault that all this craziness has happened...it's really me that HE wants...not our son. So it's up to me to set everything right. "


"Thunderbolt Woman, always placing the weight of the world on her mighty shoulders." Daniel said admirably, his arms snaking around his wife's well-chiseled abdomen as he pulled her closer to him. "Honey, I know you're faster than a speeding bullet, that you can bend steel bars with your bare hands and leap tall buildings in a single bound. But, you're my wife. Even before we married, I've always been your crimefighting partner...and that's never going to change. I'm sticking by your side, whether you like it or not. "


"But baby...this is different." Pam protested, leaning against her husband's frame as his hands began slowly to caress her naked stomach. Initially, she was caught off guard by his erotic embrace, but secretly was glad to feel comfort and security in his strong arms. "He's the one villain I could not beat. The one criminal that I could not bring to justice. The one enemy that knew me inside and out. The one person I fear most in this world... "


Daniel whistled softly. "That's one heck of a profile for this guy. Why haven't you ever mentioned him before?"


The masked 49-year old was silent for a few seconds before she answered, "Because...I...killed him."


The following silence was deafening as neither person immediately replied to the startling revelation. Then abruptly, Daniel reached towards his wife's neck, brushing her long hair aside as he quickly and passionately gave her a kiss on her slender neck. "Well...he probably deserved it. No use of worrying about if you did the right thing..." he said, his warm breath tickling her ear as he pressed his body tightly on hers, as if attempting to actually merge.


"Excuse...me...?!" the Ebony Avengeress verbally stumbled, caught off guard by her husband's uncharacteristic answer. However, she found it very hard to investigate further as his hands traced her fabulous physique until they rested between her muscular thighs, where they continued to caress the soft and tender flesh in-between. It took all of Pam's willpower to keep her legs from turning to water as her husband's hands then meticulously and teasingly crept into the remains of her once proud leotard, helping himself to the vulnerable pubic forest within.


"Daniel...ummmmmmmm...please....ohhhhh...." Pam pleaded softly, her own dark hands tugging powerlessly at her husband's wrists as he mercilessly explored her secret place. "Stoppppp...it....Daniel...why are...you...doing this....?"


"Relax, honey..." Daniel smirked evilly as he erotically beguiled his lovely spouse from behind. "Nicholas can wait a little bit longer. He's in good hands..."


"Good hands..." the Masked Marvel repeated breathlessly, squirming slightly in an attempt to escape her husband's clutches. A mixture of astonishment and confusion overtook her mind. What was wrong with Daniel? Why was he doing this? He knew better than to turn her on in the middle of a situation like this! Had he gone mad?


"Daniel...stop...ummmmm...don't stop..." the mighty Thunderbolt Woman cooed, finding herself fighting against the erotic yearnings of her own body as well. "That's it...Danny boy....uhhhhhhhhhh...make....make me....feellllll....good...ummmmmmm.... "


"Easier done than said." Daniel whispered, his hands withdrawing from her secret place and tenderly clutched her massive naked breasts, tracing the huge brown nipples that crowned them.


The effect of her husband caressing her most vulnerable asset was almost instant to the sultry superheroine. Her well-defined arms dropped limply at her sides as she swayed upon the tips of her pretty toes. Her raven-haired head rocked slightly from side to side as her elegant brown eyes fluttered uncontrollably in the slits of her mask, her mind trapped in a sexual slumbering bliss.


"Thunderbolt Breasts...ummmmmmm...feel...so good...Nipples...hardening..." she confessed sluggishly. "Uhhhhhh...you...always know...how to...hit the spot...baby...Thunderbolt Powers...draining...but...I feel...wonderful...want more...Daniel...want more..."


"Oh, you're going to get more..." Daniel cooed, passionately showering Pam's sexy neck with wild kisses as his coarse, abrasive fingers continued to rub vigorously upon the peaks of Pam's womanhood. "A lot more. Thirty years worth!"


The Black Bombshell's large nipples were soon steel-hard spires as her consciousness teetered on the fringes of dreamland. All the earth-shattering might within her dynamic form had been stripped from her, thanks to her erotic weakness, leaving her as feeble as a normal woman. However, her husband's last statement somehow brought her mind back from the slumber that was slowly consuming it.


Thirty years ago. An image slowly formed in her mind's eye; she was standing triumphant at the end of a final battle, watching her caped foe fall to a fiery death in a lake of lava. Trembling in realization, she wildly glanced down at her Gold Ring, which glow had risen to a blinding radiance.


No. Oh God, no! she mentally screamed as all the pieces to a puzzle she was not even aware of finally fell into place. Not Daniel. Please, not her husband too!


"Great Thunder!!" she exclaimed as she struggled weakly in her husband's grasp, her great ebony breasts bouncing erotically. "It's you! OVERMASTER!!"


"Took you long enough!!" 'Daniel'/Overmaster chuckled, his voice suddenly shifting into a cold mechanically modulated pitch. "Thirty years I smoldered at the bottom of that volcano, my every thought burning with revenge! I would have waited an eternity to see you suffer! It is over, Thunderbolt Woman!!"


"No!!" the brown-skinned Defender of the Innocent declared, summoning every spark of her remaining strength in a last ditch effort to break the hold of her new adversary. Every fantastic muscle on her scantily-clad ebony body stretched taut as she stood on the tiptoes of her bare feet and pulled forward. A slight smile tugged at her lips as she felt the imposter's fingers slipping from around her hard nipples.


"Oh no, not so fast!!" the Daniel imposter sneered. A mechanical whir sounded off as his hands renewed their grip on her bountiful ebony breasts, forcefully pulling the crusading crime fighter against his muscular frame. Laughing manically, the imposter tightened his hold harshly, practically crushing Pam's tender but firm bosom as he lifted her a few inches off the floor, causing her feet to dangle in the air.


"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AUHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Thunderbolt Woman screamed in agony, her arms and legs flying wildly as she tried to escape the horrible grip on the most sensitive part of her body. Sadly, her thrashing was fruitless, and her diamond-hard nipples brushing roughly against the crude palms of the imposter only worsened matters.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...Grip...inescapable...! Can't...break free!" Pam moaned in pain, her struggles growing weaker as her head bobbed once between her cleavage, signaling her inevitable defeat. "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!....Thunderbolt Breasts...in so much...agony...fading fast...damn you...suppose...to be...dead..."


"Oh, I'm very much alive." The Daniel imposter/Overmaster quipped, his mouth twisting into a sinister grin. "And I have a close friend of yours to thank for my new lease on life. But...don't change the subject."


"Uhhhhhhhhhhh...Thunderbolt Tits...throbbing..." Pam muttered weakly, her limbs dangling limp and useless, her eyelids and head becoming heavier by the second. "Nipples...being turned on...becoming...unconciousssss...." After a few seconds of battling the rising tide of slumber, the Chagaunas Superwoman began to concede to her body's demand for rest. "So...tired...breasts...tired...can't fight...you have finally...finally beaten me..." the once proud heroine droned in a tired voice. "Not fair...you brought...my loved ones...into this fight...your fight...was with me...only..."


"Foolish harlot!" The Daniel imposter snarled. "Your pathetic family means little to me...except for your son. But that is another story for another time. Right now...I can't have you falling asleep on me now. Your debt to me is 30 years...360 months...131,400 days. And I expect to be paid...in full!"


As the last words fell from his lips, the Daniel imposter's hands and entire body began to transform, in a dazzling flash of blue, into a form that was exactly like the enemy that had fought the wrestling wonder woman earlier, that of a silver android woman with a skull head. Pam groaned softly as she felt the heat of the sapphire spotlight eyes against the back of her neck as they came to life.


"While I was trapped in that hell you sent me to..." the android cooed as its ice cold lips pressed against the heroine's ear. "There was one thing that I could not wait to hear whenever I would have escaped. That husky singing voice of yours. I want you to sing for me. "


Suddenly, the android's metal hands, cupping the summits of sensuality of Pam, began to pulsate with a whitish-blue glow.


"AAHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAHHH!!" the Masked Marvel screamed, gyrating frantically in her erotic hold. "SO COLD.........AHHHHHHHH!!....Nipples...can't take...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her cries were so loud that they rivaled the bass of the thunderstorm rumbling outside.


"Those nipples feeling chilly, old friend?" the android taunted. "You're doing a great job harmonizing, my pet!"


"GAHHHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHH!! AUAHHHHHH!!" Pam continued to screech, her disheveled raven head thrashing from side to side, her muscular legs kicking hysterically in a mad effort to escape. "PLEASE! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Can't take cold....Going to sleep...finishing off my...Thunderbolt Tits... "


With those words, the mighty Thunderbolt Woman, legendary protector of the meek and innocent, surrendered to the inevitable. Her head dropped between her much abused breasts and her brown eyes finally closed tightly within the slits of her mask. Her arms and legs hung uselessly at her sides. With a cackle of triumph, the android released his beautiful captive, letting her sensual limp body fall soundlessly to the floor.


Luckily, the Ebony Avengeress's hair cushioned her head from impact as she landed on the carpet. Her arms lay stretched out above her head, while her left leg lie straight and her right leg was bent at the knee facing her right. Her partially nude ebony form was glossy with sweat as her great breasts rose and fell slowly, her large nipples giving off a cold steam, since they were covered completely in ice.


The android woman chuckled maliciously as it pressed one of its nipples on its artificially created body. Another whir echoed in the empty house as the breast lifted up like a hatch, revealing Pam's glasses inside a cavity. The android reached for the glasses, and, with a sickening squeal, crushed them to bits with a squeeze of its metal-laden hands.


"You won't need those anymore..." the robotic female sneered down at its prey, tossing the undistinguishable mass of glass and plastic away and snapping its breast back into place. Mounting the sleeping beauty, it grabbed the remains of Pam's leotard and, without much fanfare, ripped it off of her body, leaving the poor heroine only in her golden bracelets, mask, and her golden belt with her trademark lightning insignia.


"How does it feel to have your life equate to molded bread?" the android quipped, its cold hands teasingly caressing Pam's revealed pubic region, earning a small moan from the slumbering crimefighter's lips and causing her sexy toes to twitch.


The Synturion laughed. "This is only the beginning, Thunderbolt Woman. I have such wonderful sights to show you..." As the android leaned forward, reaching for the sensual superheroine's mask to unmask her, it suddenly stiffened up, quickly rising to its feet and glancing up towards the ceiling.


"She is more clever than I realized!" It managed to exclaim before the ceiling exploded above it in a cloud of plaster, wood, and insulation. No onomatopoeia could describe the sound as a shadowy curvy and muscular form plunged through the ceiling, landing on the android in a monkey-like hold.


"You elusive bitch!" the android screamed, whirling around and grabbing at the newcomer straddling its back like a koala.


"There's no need for name calling!!" the stranger replied in a sultry but determined female voice, as a pair of hands grabbed on both sides of the android's head. With a snarl, the robotic adversary dived backward into one of the walls, slamming into it with such force that an outline of the stranger was left behind. The female newcomer cried out in pain, but continued to hold on. Once again, she grabbed hold with both hands on the silver skull of the android. As the silver-skinned female prepared to ram into the wall a second time, its new foe, with a cry, twisted its head completely around and pulled it completely from its shoulders in a fantastic shower of sparks that brightened up the entire house.


For a few seconds, the headless android darted around blindly, causing more destruction to the living room before it finally collapsed in a heap. The stranger dropped from the back of the robot and crashed to the floor, still holding the head of her enemy. She lay on the carpeted floor for a minute, regaining her strength before slowly rising to her feet. The head was still active in a way; with its blue spotlight eyes still illuminated the darkness. With a grunt, the newcomer flung the head towards the far corner of the room and stumbled over to where the sleeping Thunderbolt Woman lay.


As the stranger approached the unconscious Defender of Justice, she brushed her lengthily black hair, streaked with the silver of age, into place as a tear escaped her sparkling brown eyes. One well-defined arm shielded well-rounded breasts that were barely contained in ocelot pelts, which also covered the space between her muscular thighs. Although her attire was not well-recognized in the present day, once upon a time, in the tree-enriched Demerara region of the South American nation of Guyana, she was a sight to behold as she dispensed justice against the drug dealers and treasure hunters that seeked to use that untouched jungle area for evil.


She was the legendary Girl of the Guianas...ROHANNA!!


"No. Not you too, Pam!" she exclaimed fearfully as she knelt down to inspect her naked comrade. The slumbering Thunderbolt Woman's brown chest rose and fell rhythmically, as she was unaware that the situation had shifted to her favor. Caressing her old friend's forehead worriedly, Rohanna glanced around the darkened room cautiously, her jungle-honed instincts searching for the slightest of tell-tale sounds. Her mind eye flashed back to half a day before, when she barely escaped herself from the androids, disguised as students in the college class she taught.


She had to get Thunderbolt Woman out of here. She had to get somewhere safe.


But their enemy had eyes everywhere.


Slightly limping over to above Pam's unconscious form, she reached down, preparing to slide her hands under the Ebony Beauty's arms and carry her to safety. But, her actions would never come to be. A purple beam of energy lanced from out of the darkness, bathing Rohanna's scantily-covered breasts with purple energy.


"Uhhhhhhhhh...cold....tits....so...cold!" she whimpered as she collapsed to the floor on all fours. "Getting...stiff...frozen...solid...getting sleepy...can't...can't stay...awake..." Try as she might to regain her footing, her athletic limbs disobeyed their mistress. Her eyelids became heavy as the ground swayed before her. As she fought her impeding sleep, the weakened Jungle Maiden of Might heard a sound and lifted her head towards it.


The living room suddenly became bathed in a sapphire light. Before her, stood several more robotic women, similar to the artificial being she disposed of earlier. Each of them possessed a similar lance, and had blue spotlight-like blue eyes. At the head of the horde however, one Synturion held something else in its outstretched palms.


It was the head of the Daniel imposter, still activated.


"No words can convey what I feel at this moment. The head declared, its eyes flashing blue with every word. "Except four. Get them. Entertain me."
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*Meanwhile, at the Centre Pointe Mall, Downtown Chaguanas...*

"Thunderbolt Special, coming up!"

At one of the extensively colorful food courts that doted the esteemed mall, little Timmy Hunter found his attention engrossed by the tiny Thunderbolt Woman and monsterous Synturion action figures in his small hands, plastic representations of the epic struggle between good versus evil that had nearly ravaged the whole of Trinidad and Tobago before he was born.


The young man would never forget the various tales he heard about Thunderbolt Woman, fighting alongside her fellow Protectors of Justice against the silvery Synturions, those malicious robotic women, powered by liquid chloroform. Those evil androids, armed with their glowing blue Neuro-Lances, violently assaulted, chlorofomed, tortured their volunpotous breasts and curvy consitutions, and even went so far as to sexually torture and humiliate them...all on live television.


When the great defender of Chagaunas fell, her shapely breasts rising and falling slowly as she succumbed to forced unconciousness, the boogeyman spoke to the world. His name was Overmaster...and Earth's mightest and sexiest heroines were his.


A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He could only imagine what had happened after Overmaster's massive eye-shaped spacecraft...a manmade cloud the literally darkened the skies over the city...lifted up, disappearing into the blue overhead. But either way, the Protectors somehow prevailed, defeated the boogeyman, and returned to defend the city and the world once again.


"Die, Synturion!" he pulsed his lips and hissed, clashing his toys together. "You won't chloroform my Thunder-Breasts!!"


His mother's brown eyes narrowed as she flashed him a dirty look.


"What?" he gave her a blank look.


"You don't say 'breasts' in public!" she whispered harshly.


"But Thunderbolt Woman says it...and Balisier Girl says-"


"But not you!" she growled.


Timmy's frowning was temporary, his reflection on previous actions non-existent. Soon, he was back imagining the Ebony Beauty sending the Synturion flying through a wall with her trademark Sledgehammer Dropkick.


"My Thunder Nipples won't succumb to your evil chloroform!" he said in an high-pitched voice, the brave voice of the Chagaunas Superwoman. "A Sizzling Thunderbolt from my Gold Ring will-"


"Tim!" his mother's voice was a flash of ominous lightning. "Give it here! Now!"


She held a red fingernailed-hand out, fingers beckoning frantically. With great reluctance, and great slowness, Tim's hand slowly crept across the wood surface of the dining table, towards his mother's hand.


"But Mom..." he whined, looking into her face.


But his mother's attention was not on him...but on something behind him, at the pizza store behind him. He heard the commotion before his eyes witnessed it, but as he turned around, his eyes widened in a mixture of astonishment and fear.


A tall copper-toned female form suddenly flew through the glass display of the pizza shop, shattering it into millions of tiny pieces. Tim's mother grabbed his hand in an iron vise, roughly pulling him out of his seat and jumping backwards. She was just in time, as the beautiful, but very battered, curvy female's limp body continued to roll, knocking Tim's seat violently aside as it came to rest under the very table they were just sitting.


Tim's mother clutched him close, as if he was her living salvation. He, in turn, clutched the action figures in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white. A small crowd began to form about them, although giving a wide berth to the still form lying on the floor.


A copper hand,with glossy pearl fingernails, began to stir slowly, before the disheveled but otherwise beautiful ringletted raven-haired head pushed off of the floor. Glistening pearl toenails flashed as erotic bare feet gathered beneath powerful copper calves, gleaming pearl anklets, well-defined thighs, and shimmering silver sequined panties with a pearl-studded belt around a curvy waist.


Her abdomen was flat and toned. Her firm and sensational copper breasts, the nipples cupped by gleaming cups, bounced erotically as she brushed glass from them. Her light brown eyes were wide, her full red lips trembling in muted fear. The coral bracelets on her wrists gleamed as she held her hands up in fatigued fighting pose, ready to face her foe.


"By the Seven Seas, I won't let you take me!" she declared proudly, but exhaustedly. "Come face me, creature. Come face the one who fight justice in the Seas of Costa Rica!"


Tim's mouth dropped in recognition.


"Dolphin Woman..." he whispered.


The crowd jumped audibly as they heard something stirring in the remnant of the shattered pizza display. A skeletal silvery leg stepped down onto the broken glass with a sickening crush. A skeletal body followed, its legs and arms glowing with blue tubes. A literal silvery human skull was its head, with blinding blue spotlight eyes that send chills running down the onlooker's spine.


"You can run, but you can't hide, Dolphin Woman." the strange entity replied in a heavily modulated voice. "You will slumber this day, my pet...just like the rest of your superfriends!"

The beautiful Dolphin Woman's warm brown eyes blinked rapidly, revealing her exhaustion to her inhuman enemy. Admittedly, the Costa Rica Superwoman was out of her element as an aquatic avenger, with no ace-in-the-hole such as her telepathic control of the sea wildlife to draw upon. She only had the superhuman physical attributes, bestowed by the ocean, at her command. She prayed that it was enough to hold her chloroform-powered adversary at bay.

The Synturion's metal frame clicked sinisterly as it whirled its paralyzing Neuro-lance expertly. The buxom Costa Rica heroine held her coral bracelets before her in an X-pattern, her pouty lips pulsed in anticipation of battle.


But the chlorform-powered robot did not move.


"Come at me, then!" she shouted bravely, although the courage in her voice wavered slightly.


"Are you sure you do not want to gain advantage with your allies?" the Synturion asked, cocking its silvery skull-head slightly to the side. "How it the saying on Earth? 'The More, the Merrier'?"


"I think I can safely manage this affair on my own..." Dolphin Woman replied smugly. "After I defeat you, I will get Darwin back!"


"Your pathetic dolphin ally is merely slabs of fish meat now...sliced very thin..." the evil android chuckled. "My master only wants volunptous superheroines, not pets for-"


"He is not a PET!" Dolphin Woman screamed as she charged forward, her golden brown breasts bouncing with each energy-charged step, her right fist held foward to release a devastating haymaker.


It was a clumsy offense, espically to one who could easily calculate and counter all the moves of their opponent. The Synturion easily ducked the punch, and from a crouched position, sliced upward with the glowing Neuro-lance. However, the Sea-Powered Beauty anticipated this offense. A blinding flash of light resulted, causing a collective groan of pain and fear from the onlookers.


As the light faded, they could see the reason why: Dolphin Woman had brought up her left Coral Bracelet to block the deadly Lance just in time, locking the two combatants in a tension-filled stalemate.


It only lasted for mere seconds. Suddenly, while still holding its position, the silvery android leaped up with both skeletal feet, lashing out with a devastating dropkick aimed at Dolphin Woman's well-defined midsection. Pivoting on the ball of her erotic feet, the Costa Rican Superwoman twirled her curvaceous form with the expertise of a ballroom dancer, dodging the kick by inches. Pushing backward with her left forearm, she swung backward with her right, catching her assailant with a clubbing blow.


With an inhuman wail, the deadly robot was thrown backward into the shattered pizza display, disappearing into the sounds of unseen chaos.


A rousing cheer echoed in the food court as the spectators audibly congradulated their champion of justice. Dolphin Woman staggered to one of the small dining tables, holding it for support. Surely, it was not that easy. The fight was not over...was it?


She blinked back tears, thinking of her ally, US Navy Commander Keith Clancy, who had been violently assaulted while trying to protect her from the horrible Synturions that had invaded the Montezuma Marine Institute. He was lying in a hospital somewhere, nearly every bone broken...because he was trying to protect her.


From the crowd of onlookers, Timmy's eyes widened as he yelled, "Behind you!"


Mentally shaking herself clear of gloomy reverie, Dolphin Woman whirled around just in time to see the Synturion leap from the destroyed pizza display, its spotlight eyes blazing with cold vengence. With every steely sinew and muscle visable, she lashed out with a resounding right high kick...only to have the robot catch her leg in mid-air with its left hand.


Before she could react, it lashed out with its right hand, pulsating with a strange green light, and smashed into the area between her legs. The force was so spectacular that the buxom Costa Rica heroine's curvy form shook painfully from sexy head to erotic toe.


"AIEEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed, her raven-tressed head tossed backward in full extent. She fell back, hitting the floor like a flaccid sack of potatoes.


"UHHHH!!" Dolphin Woman squirmed in the cold floor, her pearl-colored toenails flashing as her erotic toes curled and uncurled furiously. "WHAT...WHAT DID YOU...VAGINA...HURT...BUT...BECOMING...WET?!"


"More than that..." the Synturion cackled mechanically, its harsh spotlight eyes focused on her shimmering sequined panties.


Her brown eyes rolling frantically, Dolphin Woman's wavering head followed its gaze and a gasp escaped her trembling red lips. A strange green ooze was creeping about her panties...slowing dissolving them!


"No...no..." she whimpered, her head moving from side to side. "Vagina...no....becoming wet...people will...will see....no...kids here...defender of justice...can't let them see..."


"Overmaster's Will...Be Done." the Synturion recited before grabbing a fistful of Dolphin Woman's hair and pulling her up to stand on the tips of her erotic toes.


"Vagina...no...can't...fight...wet..." the Costa Rican heroine moaned weakly, trying to hid her panties with her hands, which now resembled shredded cloth. "Weak...can't...fight..."


"You never stood a chance, heroine." the Synturion growled as it manuvered itself behind her. "You were facing the sun with a mere raindrop. You were trying to bring down the stars with a fishnet."


With a menacing whir, its cold metal hands glasped harsh hold to Dolphin Woman's bountiful breasts, caressing them softly. The palms of the robot now glowed gold as it tenderly rubbed against the breasts, and teased the pearl cups that hid stiffening nipples.


"My breasts...no...not the...source of my...power..." Dolphin Woman moaned softly, her brown eyes flickering, trying to battle back the tide of unconciousness. "Man's touch...thoughts of man...thoughts of Keith Clancy...weakening...weakening me..."


As the beautiful Costa Rican Superwoman's head teasily bobbed down between her sexy cleavage, the Synturion took one of its hands from her breast and held it before her face. With a hum, the golden tint of its palm suddenly changed into purple. Its spotlight eyes flaring intensely, the Synturion suddenly clasped the purple-tint palm over the heroine's nose and mouth.


"UMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Dolphin Woman's eyes opened in surprise for seconds, as she weakly tried to shake the metal hand away from her face. But, she was now standing at the edge of unconciousness. Her Oceanic powers were now drained, and her mind was next.


Every sexy muscle in her sexy constitution flexed as she tried weakly to escape. But it was too late.


The Synturion knew her weaknesses.


She would not win this battle.


"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...." her brown eyes closed, her head dropping between her sexy breasts to rise no more. The final shreds of her sequin panties fell about her feet, showcasing the bountiful public forest that was hidden by them.


Dolphin Woman had succumbed to the slumber that only a Synturion could provide.


"Don't look, honey!" Timmy's mother hid tears as she pressed her son's head on her shoulders. He did not need to see this.


Timmy obeyed his mother, his Thunderbolt Woman action figure slowly sliding from his hands, and clattering to the floor.


TO BE CONTINUED!
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Episode 3: Overcome! Assault Of The Synturions!


*From Eons ago, rising from the primal chaos of the Galaxy, comes the most ominous figure of all time...THE OVERMASTER! Dedicated to a single objective: The Conquest of Earth's Superheroines!!


Meanwhile, Gathered together from the far reaches of the Earth, in the Great Citadel of Heroines, are the most powerful forces of Good ever assembled!! Thunderbolt Woman! Ocelot Woman! American Ninja Woman! Dolphin Woman! Cougar Woman! Rohanna! Balisier Girl

Dedicated to Truth, Justice, and Peace for all mankind!

The heroic Protectors versus the evil forces of the Overmaster!

These are the OVERMASTER WARS!!*


Timmy's mother had felt it before. The looming blackness, rising up from the depths of sanity to consume the conscience brain, plunging it into relentless slumber.

She had felt her body grow limp, control abandoning it in an instant. She had felt her breasts being tortured, throbbing in pain, at the sexual mercy of assailants' whims. The Synturion had grabbed the unconcious Dolphin Woman's hair, and dragged the slumbering heroine behind like a bag of garbage. It mounted the second story railing with its prize, preparing to drop to the first floor. She had to move fast. "Timmy." she whispered. Her son was trembling, clutching her with strength beyond his age.

She kissed his ear quietly as she held him at arms' length. She glanced down at his hands, looking at the deadly Synturion action figure seemingly taunting her. "Mommy...Mommy has something to do, Timmy." she said in a shaky voice, her pouty red lips trembling.

"What is it, Mom-" Timmy started to say, before the last part of his sentence was drowned out by the cry of the crowd. The Synturion, with Dolphin Woman slumbering over its metal shoulder, neatly leaped off of the balcony, causing a small crater as it crashed to the ground.

"I love you, baby!" Tim's mother said quietly, giving him a rapid succession of kisses before placing him on the ground. "Mom...where you-?" Timmy started, clutching her hand.

His mother, her heart breaking as she blinked back tears, picked up the Thunderbolt Woman action figure and handed it to him. She tapped one of the other women in the crowd on the shoulder. "Please...can you watch my son for me?" Before the woman could answer, Tim's mother took off in a dead run, away from her son, away from the crowd...ducking behind a random corner.

As soon as she glanced around to make certain no one was watching,she pressed the diamond on her wedding ring. A fantastic column of multi-colored light surrounding her, completely shrouding her form.

When the column dispersed, a sensual crusader stood revealed in all her tanned, well-sculpted physique. A skimpy, strapless royal blue bra, decorated with stars, contained well-developed, but small breasts. A gold belt, with compartments, wrapped around her small waist, while skimpy panties, wrapped between muscular thighs, resembled a small version of the American Flag. Only a gold bandanna, with eye-slits, hid her true identity, while long auburn hair framed her gorgeous masked face.

She was the second American Ninja Woman!

Just like the shadow warriors of old Japan, she was a blur, an flicker on the side of the eye, a presence unseen. Using an ancient technique to move faster than the human eye could see, her sensual bare feet a literal blur on the mall floor, American Ninja Woman raced past the crowd that had gathered to look over the balcony.

In one fluid motion, she somersaulted over it, the balls of her feet landing neatly on the first floor. Rising from a catlike crouch, she raced forward. The Synturion, taking its time, was still dragging the unconcious Dolphin Woman along, while giving shoppers menacing glances with its harsh spotlight eyes. The lady ninja wasted no time, quickly reaching into one of her belt compartments to grab a shuriken.

With expert ease, she flung the weapon, which embedded in her adversary's back with a metallic THUNK! "Who dares-!" the Synturion's head whirled around three-hundred and sixty degrees to face this new obstacle. But, only frightened shoppers stood, paralyzed.

A mononous drone was heard as the inhuman creature scanned its surroundings, its spotlight eyes temporarily changing from blue to blood red. Suddenly, from above, a couple of smoke bombs was hurled with potent accuracy, shrouding the area around the silvery android.

"YAH!!" American Ninja Woman screamed as she leaped from above, her deadly katana drawn for an assassin's blow. She landed in the thick of the black cloud in a rain of metal clashes.

Sparks flew as sword and lance met in a lethal dance of combat. Suddenly, American Ninja Woman skidded backward from the cloud, her glistening sword held protectively length-wise before her. Moving with a speed greater than human, she sheathe her weapon behind her back, and flung shruiken after shruiken in the cloud.

The onlooking shoppers gasped at the superhuman deed, although many voiced their apprehension on the safety of Dolphin Woman in such an assault. Kneeling down to one knee, forearm protectively before her sensual lips, the Star-Spangled Avengeress held her breath, wondering anxiously what would happen next.

She did not have long to wait, for the Synturion suddenly leaped from the dissapating cloud towards her, it skeletal metal shell covered with shruiken. It quickly reached out to snatch her, only to recieve a surprise...the American Ninja Woman standing there was only an illusion.

The real Lady Ninja emerged from the cloud with the unconcious form of Dolphin Woman, her limp arm slung over her shoulder. A literal blur, the scantily-clad superheroine tried to escape with her comrade at arms. However, the Synturion, its spotlight eyes blazing brighter than the sun, suddenly extended its metal arm with a sickening whir.

Despite the immense ground American Ninja Woman covered in her dash, the cold fingers of the Synturion grabbed her sexy right ankle and snatched her into the air. "Oh My G-" she managed to cry, before the super-extended arm of the Synturion sent both her and her charge crashing through the front glass display of a mall shoe store.


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*Meanwhile, at the Williams Residence...Montrose, Chaguanas*


The worst evening of Pam William's life started simple. It started with a kiss from her loving son Nicholas. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, grading reports from her high school class when her son entered. Uncharacteristically, he walked to where she was sitting and stood over her, a playful scowl on his young handsome face. Her crime-fighting instincts rendered inert from retiring from duty, she thought nothing of his strange behavior.


What did she have to fear from her beloved son?


But then, he knelt down to her eye level, his hands meticulously tracing the shapely curves of her body until they stopped at her well-defined buttocks.


Before she could react from the initial shock of the violation, he kissed her fully on the lips.


Gasping in horror and disgust, the 49-year old dark-skinned school teacher pushed her son away from her with all her strength. He fell to the floor, snickering evilly while licking his lips seductively, his eyes hardened in a malicious glance. Breathing furiously, Pam quickly rose to her feet, the stack of papers in her lap scattering like leaves to the floor. Her right hand slowly reached to her lips, wiping away the unnatural kiss with two fingers. Her look of horror and disgust was soon replaced with fear as a long-buried memory pried its way to the surface. Nicholas's lips were ice-cold, his usually bright brown eyes distant and unemotional.


Once again, their eyes met, and as her heart skipped a beat, Pam mentally uncovered the truth. Her realization must have been visual, because Nicholas moved with abnormal speed and grace as he sent her flying behind the couch with a resounding backslap across her face.


Her Golden Ring, her most precious possession. Her early-warning system against evil. It was somewhere in Nicholas's room...and she would have to fight her way to it.


She had given it to Nicholas after she retired from crime-fighting, as a tangible legacy, a passing of the torch from mother to child. If only she would have waited longer...if only she continued wearing it regularly... she would have been warned about the danger in her very home...the steel wolf that hid in the facade of her child.


The world was deafening when Pam first opened her lovely brown eyes, accompanied by a groan, awakening from a lucid replay of what happened hours earlier. Loud painful screams, erotic and female, echoed from the blackness that greeted her initially, and they seemed very familiar somewhat. Thunder still rumbled outside, sending faint tremors throughout her surroundings. Her mind still slightly hazy, she moaned as her full range of senses finally returned, her large ebony breasts registering a dull throbbing pain, while her huge nipples were still harder than rocks.


"Thunder Nipples...stiff...as diamonds..." she groaned into the darkness. "Remember...fighting...fighting it...disguised as...Daniel...Overmaster...is...back...nearly...crushed my...Thunderbolt Tits...froze my nipples...made me...fall...unconscious...so weak...can't summon...my...Thunder Strength..."


In the blink of an eye, the darkness retreated as the room was washed with light. The Ebony Beauty winced in pain from the abrupt explosion of illumination, squeezing her eyes shut tightly behind the slits of her black and gold lightning-trimmed mask. But, as she slowly opened them, she found herself staring at a very familiar but hated visage. A blond woman stood before her, her beautiful face concealed by a white and blue-lightning trimmed mask, and her shimmering blond locks flowing over strong naked milky shoulders in a golden waterfall. A matching white and blue-lightning trimmed leotard struggled to contain a well-developed voluptuous and athletic frame, with silver bracelets practically glowing on her forearms. Thunderbolt Woman locked eyes defiantly with the woman who was her exact doppelganger, the evil Thunder Woman. She would never forget how the wicked blonde bombshell had nearly killed her by trapping her in an elevator filled with liquid chloroform, almost causing the Ebony Avengeress to orgasm to death!


However, the sultry, though slightly sluggish superheroine knew that this was not her criminal counterpart in the least. This being was something much more ancient...and much more despicable.


"Get to the point, Overmaster..." she barely moved her lips, her gaze unwavering, her tone impatient.


Thunder Woman took a step back, placing her hands on her hips, jutting her huge breasts forward in the typical defiant superheroine pose. "Not your favorite, eh?" she said in a cold computer-like monotone, devoid of emotion. "How about this?"


A blue computer grid tightly surrounded Thunder Woman's body as her whole form shifted, warping into a masculine form of an old Afro-Trinidadian man with a silver star-decorated royal blue jacket, matching top hat, and slacks. He was Alpheneus Cornelius, better known in crimefighting circles as the criminal magician the Great Abracazam. "Eh?" he said, holding both arms outstretched, as if waiting for approval.


"I don't need a fashion show of my Rogues Gallery, you punk!" Thunderbolt Woman snarled, her eyes narrowing in the slits of her mask, her fury rising as the screams from the unknown woman was getting to her nerves. As she tried to move, she found herself stuck fast. A quick glance around her told her the reason why. Her naked form, with the exception of her golden wristbands, mask, and golden belt, was forcefully positioned upright on one of the walls in the living room. Her slender arms were stretched above her head, bent at the elbows, and manacled to the wall by two silvery robotic hands, sans the owner, embedded in the wall. Below her taut abdomen, her muscular legs were spread fully apart, each slender ankle shackled to the wall in the exact same manner, with the soles of her erotic feet barely able to touch the carpeted floor.


"Let me go, you creep!" she growled, squirming in her tight ad hoc bonds, causing her sexy breasts to bounce erotically. The screams of pain seemed to be coming from the next room over from the living room...the master bedroom!


A sinister chuckle came from Abracazam's lips as another transformation enveloped his body in a blinding sapphire flash. When the light dissipated, a vision of horror stood menacingly before the entrapped Black Bombshell, sending a shiver surging down her sexy spine. Instantly, memories of this nightmarish enemy conquered her mind and enslaved her senses. It was tall as any man, a shapely female android with silver highly reflective skin. Its arms and legs were slightly skeletal, connected in a myriad of blue tubes that disappeared into the torso and joined at the joints by circular servos. Its head was a literal human skull, or an artificial equivalent, with harsh blue spotlight eyes that seemed to burn away the defiance of any opposition in their path.


Thunderbolt Woman gazed upon her worst terror stricken into reality, her greatest nightmare given flesh. The Battle for the East-West Corridor. The Invasion of the Changra Island. The War of Rio Claro. These were just a few of the undisclosed military-like campaigns she had fought in with these metal marvels of mayhem, names that were whispered with much fear when very rarely discussed by her surviving fighting comrades. The battlegrounds were unofficial and very diverse, created ad hoc by the sudden attacks of the deviant destroyers. Even sacred buildings such as the Holy Trinity Cathedral in Port-of-Spain weren't safe from the battles for mankind's future. The Original Jungle Woman. Tiger Woman. The Lynx. Aquagirl. They were just a few of the many Protectors decades before that fell to their Neuro-Lances and submitted to their vicious but indomitable will. Those unfortunate souls' lives were wiped from existence, never to be seen again. The only evidence of their existence was the Book of the Damned, kept by the remaining Protectors; without it, the captured heroines would be erased from history.


Their blood was liquid chloroform, their number legion. They seemed to be indestructible and untiring, the ultimate predator.


"Synturion!!" Pam named her robotic adversary through tightly clenched teeth, her hatred toward them radiating uncontrollably from her voice. They were Overmaster's foot soldiers...with one group mind and one purpose: to capture every super powered women on the planet. They were created as sexy mockeries of the very heroines they hunted, and only to fully obey him. He exercised his purpose through them, fought his enemies through them, and like now, he spoke through them.
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Ringing in her ears. Head throbbing. Moisture.

American Ninja Woman's eyes slowly opened. She had no idea how long she had been out, or even if she had been out at all. She heard a moan. She moved towards it, only to hear an even louder moan of erotic pleasure. As she moved her head, her face twisted in a look of disgust. She had been buried in Dolphin Woman's naked vagina.

Wiping her face quickly, she tried to rise to her feet, only to be tripped again. She glanced down at her ankle, finding the metal fingers and right hand of the Synturion still holding on to it.

"It seems that there is quite the heavy haul to be snagged today..." the Synturion chuckled in its modulated voice. "Two Protectors for the price of one."

Without fanfare, American Ninja Woman simply whipped out her katana and severed the cord connecting the hand to the Synturion's arm.

The inhuman entity chuckled as the cord retracted into his arm. As the Lady Ninja tried to free her ankle, the metal hand held on, squeezing it painfully. The warrior bit her bottom lip from crying out in pain. "Don't go." the robot chuckled coldly as it stalked towards her.

"It will all be over soon. You will serve my Master well...your skillset will work wonders for my sisters..." American Ninja Woman frantically reached for a shruiken in a compartment on her belt, but it was too late. The Synturion was already on her; with its remaining hand, it grabbed her wrist and held it firm. Its right arm pressed on the end of the right metal hand, snapping it into place.

American Ninja Woman was now at the mercy of this evil artificial being.

The inhuman entity chuckled as the cord retracted into his arm. As the Lady Ninja tried to free her ankle, the metal hand held on, squeezing it painfully. The warrior bit her bottom lip from crying out in pain.

"Don't go." the robot chuckled coldly as it stalked towards her. "It will all be over soon. You will serve my Master well...your skillset will work wonders for my sisters..." American Ninja Woman frantically reached for a shruiken in a compartment on her belt, but it was too late.

The Synturion was already on her; with its remaining hand, it grabbed her wrist and held it firm. Its right arm pressed on the end of the right metal hand, snapping it into place.

American Ninja Woman was now at the mercy of this evil artificial being. Despite struggling violently in its clutches, the ageless robot lifted her off the floor by her wrist with ease.

Its right palm, glowing white, suddenly slammed into her breasts; thousands of volts of electricity assaulted her mounds of womanhood. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" the Lady Ninja screamed in agony, as the robot pulled its palm away, only to hit her defenseless breasts again and again. Over and over did the blows come, never-ending, hellish, agonizing, weakening...until a voice, a savior, salvation in some form, reached her ears.

"Stop! In the name of Justice!" a beautiful female voice cried.

The silvery skull-like head of the Synturion whirled three hundred-sixty degrees once again to face its new opponent. However, this time, its' newest adversary did not move, but instead stood proudly behind it, cream-colored toned arms with hands on hips, toned legs spread apart in the tradition heroic gesture, gleaming red polish on fingernails and toenails.

She wore a gold strapless bra and matching panties, the distinctive red flower of the Balisier emblazoned proudly over her well-developed left breast. Golden wristbands flashed proudly on her wrist, while lovely brown eyes twinkled bravely behind a gold domino mask, with also a Balisier in the center of it. Short raven tresses framed the masked face, completing the look of the lovely champion of justice.

"Balisier Prime was right!" the young heroine growled. "The Overmaster has returned!" Still holding the battered American Ninja Woman in its steely grasp, the Synturion slowly turned to face her. "Well, if it isn't the one who got away...Balisier Girl!"

"But you were hurled to the far reaches of space!" Balisier Girl stuttered, but held her ground."Every chloroform-powered fiend was destroyed! How could you...how could you be here...?!"

The glass crunched sinisterly beneath the steely creature's feet as it neared its prey with a menacing gait. "My master has existed for millennia, conquering world after world, galaxy after galaxy. Surely your precious 'Balisier Prime' should know that!"

"It's time for you to go to the junk heap!" the Teen Trini declared, balling her fists. "And I plan to send you there myself!" Meanwhile, American Ninja Woman stirred from her daze, her throaty croak of, "Balisier Girl, no!" falling on deaf ears.

With well-defined arms outstretched, Balisier Girl flew forward, a human missile aimed at the bane of her existence for far too long. She could still remember the cries of her mentor, the great Balisier Woman, as she was taken by a horde of the silvery women, her leotard ripped to shreds as she was unmercifully raped, tortured, and finally chloroformed. No matter how many of the legions she had destroyed, Balisier Woman would never be found...she would never see her crime-fighting ally again!

The Synturion moved to the side, holding the limp body of American Ninja Woman in the Teen Trini's flight path. As the beautiful young heroine hesitated in mid-flight, the silvery android released a powerful swipe with its other hand. Balisier Girl held her Golden Wristbands protectively before her, just in time to block the blow and push the arm to the side. Grabbing on to it, she yanked it with all of the Balisier Strength at her command. The metal whined and screeched as it yielded, ripping from the Synturion's body in an explosion of sparks.

However, something came with the explosion...the chloroform, the lifeblood of the deadly machine, squirted out in jets, covering Balisier Girl's strapless golden bra, shapely breasts, and panties instantly in a glossy sheen.

"UHHHHHH!!" the golden-clothed heroine screeched as if struck by an invisible foe. "No...the chlor...chloroform!Not...regular...making my...nipples...tits...hard!!" She hovered in mid-air, twisting and squirming as if being sexually assaulted by an invisible foe. Her soft hands caressed her bountiful breasts, teasing her nipples and rubbing them vigorously as erotic moans escaped her sexy lips.

Soon, it was not enough, as her red-nailed fingers tore away the flimsy bra, revealing a erotic cream-colored cleavage and hardened nipples crowing them.

The inhuman entity chuckled as the cord retracted into his arm. As the Lady Ninja tried to free her ankle, the metal hand held on, squeezing it painfully. The warrior bit her bottom lip from crying out in pain.

"Don't go." the robot chuckled coldly as it stalked towards her. "It will all be over soon. You will serve my Master well...your skillset will work wonders for my sisters..."

American Ninja Woman frantically reached for a shruiken in a compartment on her belt, but it was too late. The Synturion was already on her; with its remaining hand, it grabbed her wrist and held it firm. Its right arm pressed on the end of the right metal hand, snapping it into place.

American Ninja Woman was now at the mercy of this evil artificial being.

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"For thirty years, Pamela..." the Synturion said as it slowly stalked towards her. "All of your greatest enemies fell like dominoes before your thunderous might. All...except me. You tried to destroy me, Woman of the Thunderbolt...tried to unmake that which is inevitable. You would have done much better trying to snuff out the sun with a mere raindrop. Did you think you could just tuck me away in the deep dark shadow-drenched corners of your mind, in a feeble attempt to pretend that I did not exist?"


"Oh, trust me...I've tried." Pam replied, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I've tried long and hard to forget you...why feed your memory...why give it life? You were dead, Overmaster...even you were no match for red-hot lava...and your reign of terror ended with you."


"So you admit it!" the Synturion sneered. "You are a murderer!"


The Ebony Avengeress was quiet for a few seconds, bowing her head slightly in shame. A memory tinged in red floated to her mind's eye. 1975. Overmaster's secluded lair, with his throne room/command center built arrogantly over the mouth of a simmering volcano. Total chaos as panicked sex slaves fled the room, leaving her and their shadowy master locked in combat, the final decisive struggle that could shift the odds of winning the war for either side. She could remember Overmaster cheating by using her best friend and fellow Protector Rohanna as a human shield. Then, he threatened to kill her by throwing her into the all-consuming lake of lava that simmered below. Her reaction was spontaneous, her brain not quite catching up to her body. An ebony arm raised, the Gold Ring glistened threateningly on her right fist before discharging a lethal Thunderbolt blast. The blast struck the evil being directly in the face, causing him to release his hold on Rohanna and plunge over the side of the thin land bridge into the boiling lake below.


There wasn't even a splash. The greatest villain the world had never known sunk deep below the hellish crimson waves, never to be seen again.


Until now.


"No." she said defiantly, almost proudly. "I am not a murderer."


"LIAR!" the android woman screeched, slamming both hands on both sides of Thunderbolt Woman through the wall, causing her to jump. "It was YOUR vaulted Thunderbolt that gave me that red-hot bath! And your intention was to stop me, correct? To win our ageless struggle, the war between the light and the darkness of the Magic? On that day, you won the never-ending battle...but only by killing me. By only having the searing lava melt my flesh and burn my bones to powder. Thirty years, Pamela. Thirty years I was trapped, immobile, incapable of interacting or shaping the world around me. I was a spirit without a form...only because of your murderous actions."


"By Thunder's Name..." the defeated Chagauanas Superwoman whispered, dropping limp in her bonds. "It was an accident...I did not mean to shoot that Thunderbolt...to knock you into the lava-"


"But you ended the war...abet temporarily, of course." The Synturion stopped, its cold steel face mere inches from the masked Wrestling Wonder Woman, the light from its spotlight eyes blinding from such close range, causing the voluptuous vigilante to shift her gaze to the side. "All these years...to the people of this pathetic world...you were known as the Great Savior, the being that smote down the 'mysterious foe' one dark morning. But those innocents don't know that it was a huge sacrifice, wasn't it? What did you bring to the altar to burn? The very morals that distinguish you from the criminal prey you hunt?"


"I...I know...what you're trying to make me feel." Thunderbolt Woman sobbed quietly, staring at her distorted reflection in the Synturion's face. She could feel the ache of her Thunderbolt Breasts grow fainter and her stiff nipples softening, on the path to regaining her fantastic abilities. All she had to do was to keep him talking, until her Thunder Strength was in full effect, and she could break out of her restraints. However, on another note, she knew it was fruitless, but she had to convince her worst enemy that her intentions were genuine; she did not mean to cause his death.


"You're trying to make me feel guilty." She continued, her eyes glistening with tears. "And in some way, you are right...in all the newspaper accounts, all the facts were not honest. But I am not a murderer...and I did not intend to send you to your doom. But you are pure, unstoppable evil...the abomination of this world...the blight on our civilization...and if I have to truly and consciously break the heroine code...if I have to cross that thin sliver of a line between crime fighter and criminal...just to stop your dastardly deeds for bearing evil fruit...I would do it. I would destroy you to save my fellow heroines!"


Her graceful fingers contracting into ebony fists, with every muscle fully defined on her ebony curvaceous physique, the legendary Wrestling Warrior reached deep down within the confines of her noble soul, bartering for her unearthly might to come to her aid. She knew she still was not at full strength, but she had to seize the opportunity of surprise. She would kick the Synturion before her aside and quickly rush into her bedroom to save the other woman, then escape into the stormy night and hide until she could figure a way to save her family. However, her split-second plans were dashed as the hands holding her prisoner constricted painfully on her wrists and ankles, counteracting her flight for freedom. Thunderbolt Woman screeched in pain as the hands pressed her limbs harder against the hard oak surface of her wall. The Synturion cocked its head from side to side with a menacing whir, as if taunting its prey. With ice-cold hands, it grabbed both of Pam's shapely mounds and slowly leaned forward. Squirming furiously like an animal in her bonds, the Ebony Beauty's brown eyes widened in horror as she tried to free her firm ebony spheres from her adversary's iron grip.


"Noo! Noooo!" she squealed in a panicked tone. "Not that! Not my Thunderbolt Tits....Not chloroform! It will make me tired...sleepy! My breasts can't...can't take much more!"


The Synturion paid no heed to Thunderbolt Woman's panicked cries, its head stopping before her well-defined cleavage. Its mouth opened, and a long black tongue slithered out. With the mannerism of a snake, it slithered towards one of Pam's defenseless ebony nipples, teasingly sliding across it, leaving a clear substance in its wake. The effect was immediate. Like a soldier before a commanding officer, her once-softening nipple stiffened into steel hardiness and saluted. With a defeated moan, the Defender of Chagauanas relaxed in her bonds, her eyes glazing over behind the slits of her mask while her raven-tressed head sluggishly shifted from side to side.


"UHHHHHHHH!" she groaned weakly as her tormentor shifted to the other side, smothering her other nipple with its black tongue and causing the same erotic reaction. "Not fair...smothering my nipples...with...Chloroform from...your body...UHHHHHH...Tongue...so...coarse...abrasive...UHHHHHHHHH...like man's...man's hands...Daniel's hands...AUAHHHHH...my Thunderbolt Nipples...can't...can't breathe..."


Both the Synturion was not finished. After giving both hardened nipples a thick coat of chloroform from its tongue until both were steel hard, glossy and gleaming in the light, the black tongue slid back into its mouth. Still maintaining its position before Thunderbolt Woman's cleavage, its mouth opened wide and leaned threateningly towards Pam's right nipple. Although dazed from the chloroform coating her peaks of power, the voluptuous vixen's sluggish mind could still recognize danger to her precious Thunderbolt Breasts.


"Nooo...please!" she pleaded, struggling weakly. "I beg you...in the name of Justice...don't...don't do...that! Please...I won't be able to take so much...pain!!"


For a few seconds, the Synturion stopped, its mouth mere inches away from its erotic prize. But, as the fabulous Thunderbolt Woman heaved a sigh of relief, the android female's jaw unhinged with a whir, and it lunged forward, taking the main part of Pam's ebony breast and tender, but hard nipple into its mouth, and beginning to suck on it with astonishing vigor.


"GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the mighty lungs of Thunderbolt Woman erupted in a scream, her dull raven tresses flying wildly as her head thrashed furiously from side to side. Both her hands and her sexy bare toes flexed uncontrollably, trying to dissipate the agony that seized her curvaceous form as the most sensitive part of her body was being manipulated in a cruel and erotic fashion. With her mind overran by so much pain, her body ran on autopilot, every muscle accentuated as she strained hysterically in her bonds, trying to escape in a frenzied state. "GAHHHHHHHHHHH...STOP IT...PLEASE...STOP...HURTS SO MUCH...AHHHHHHHHHHH...THUNDERBOLT TITS...SENSITIVE...AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"


But her metal-constructed foe continued to suck on her bountiful breast, the torture stretched for several minutes, which seemed like hours to the battered Champion of Justice. As the Synturion finally finished, it threw the breast aside as if throwing away an empty bottle. It rose to its full height, staring its victim directly in the eyes. More weak then she had ever been before, Pam collapsed limply in her bonds, her dark-skinned body glistening with sweat, her throat raw and nearly hoarse from screaming, and her head drooping weakly between her bosom.


More memories resurfaced in her mind, memories that she had locked away and destroyed the key. The Milking Chambers. The Rape Pens. The Testing Rooms. She had witnessed them all decades ago, when she was kidnapped by the vile Overmaster and taken to one of his many "superheroine retention camps" that were hidden all over the world at that time. For six months of 1970, she was trapped in a horrible "Milker" machine, a wickedly crafted apparatus created by the evil primeval genius that basically "milked" her Thunderbolt Breasts of their super powered energy. Never before had she experienced so much torture or distress. Never before had she experienced such exhaustion. Day and night had merged into a never-ending rape of her beauteous body. Like Sisyphus of the Greek Myth, her torment seemed eternal...until she was rescued by the Amerindian Princess Reanna of the Changra Tribe...her angel of salvation in a beautiful human form.


"Ummmmm..." the Synturion smacked its lips, licking its fingers with its black tongue. "Your 'milk' is still delicious after all these years, Pamela...and your line to the Magick has not wavered in the slightest. I cannot wait to return you to the Milking Chambers. You've become quite the fat cow in my absence...and the energy you will produce will sustain me for a very long time."


Her breasts slowly rising and falling in rhythm, Thunderbolt Woman raised her head with as much of her crumbling effort as she could muster, starring her old adversary in its spotlight eyes with her own glassy ones. Even in the very face of defeat and impending unconsciousness, she refused to succumb to his whims. "Nnnhhhhh...can't...move a muscle...so tired...breasts...numb...feel...feel like...dead...weight...uhhhhh...don't...don't...want my...Thunderbolt Breasts...milked...Powers stolen...want to...see my...family...sleep...sucking...my...Tit...nipple...think of...sex...sleep...want to...sleep..."


"Not just yet." The android woman roughly grabbed the half-delirious heroine's chin with its forefingers. "Guess whose coming to dinner?"


"Hmmm...?" the Black Bombshell murmured, her head wavering languidly within the grasp of her enemy. However, through the fog of slumber that was gradually blanketing her mind, she noticed an important detail.


The house was suddenly very quiet. Even with her enhanced hearing, she could not detect any sound or movement. No screaming in the background like before.


Then the wall she was facing exploded in a cloud of wood splinters as a figure was thrown through it.


The person was a blur as she hit the ground, rolling like an upset bowling pin until she came to rest next to the opened front door, unmoving. Through fluttering eyes, heavy with sleep, Pam glanced from the motionless figure lying a few feet from her position to the gaping hole in the wall, which gave her a view of her husband's and her bedroom. Two Synturions stiffly stepped through the makeshift doorway they created, ripping extra chunks of wall away from it for good measure. Various family portraits of the Williams' family were torn from their perches on the wall, falling to the floor and shattering in a jagged heap of glass and mangled picture frames. Crushing the pictures carelessly under their feet, the two robotic predators purposely strode to the person lying on the floor. Meanwhile, a third Synturion emerged from the hole, holding another Synturion's decapitated head aloft delicately in its outstretched palms, as if holding the sacred object of a dying race.


However, the bodiless Synturion's eyes were white spotlights instead of blue. The strange pair walked to the far part of the living room, away from the atrocious activity that was unfolding, taking a position next to the opening of the hallway and watching the scene unfold.


The other two Synturions marched up to the still figure. One of them reached down and entangled its long metal fingers within the lengthy midnight black and silver streaked hair of the person and yanked hard. The woman screamed shrilly as she was literally pulled to her feet by the force of her assailant's strength alone, struggling like an enraged wild animal in its grasp. The Synturion continued to pull hard on her tresses, making the female's back arch slightly while her head was pointing towards the ceiling, her tender throat fully visible. She practically roared softly as she balanced on the tips of her sexy bare toes, her own large, ample naked breasts jutting out, defenseless against any who wanted to fondle the lovely spheres.


Struggling against her impending slumber, through bleary eyes, Thunderbolt Woman scanned the familiar newcomer that was in the grasp of the Synturions. The woman's flawless chocolate skin was sweaty and bruised in assorted places around her body, especially around and on her sensuous ebony breasts. Her huge nipples seemed to be extra glossy, hardened, and gleamed like pure diamonds. The tattered remains of an ocelot pelt failed to cover and protect the secret place between her powerfully built thighs.


No. It could not be. Not her. Not her best friend. Not the former protector of the forests of Guyana.


Held powerless and limp in the grip of Pam's silvery adversaries, was the viciously beaten, beauteous but mighty Girl of the Guianas...Rohanna!

TO BE CONTINUED!!
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Episode 4: Overthrow! No Rest For The Wicked!


*From Eons ago, rising from the primal chaos of the Galaxy, comes the most ominous figure of all time...THE OVERMASTER! Dedicated to a single objective: The Conquest of Earth's Superheroines!!


Meanwhile, Gathered together from the far reaches of the Earth, in the Great Citadel of Heroines, are the most powerful forces of Good ever assembled!! Thunderbolt Woman! Ocelot Woman! American Ninja Woman! Dolphin Woman! Cougar Woman! Rohanna! Balisier Girl

Dedicated to Truth, Justice, and Peace for all mankind!

The heroic Protectors versus the evil forces of the Overmaster!

These are the OVERMASTER WARS!!*


American Ninja Woman could only look on weakly, still trapped in the remaining hand of her metal foe. It was spinning around now, a monsterous squawk emitted from its slit of a mouth. She needed to kill it, and kill it quickly. Also, she had to be wary of the powerful erotic chloroform spewing in jets from its wound.


Flexing all the muscles in her curvaceous form, the Lady Ninja exploded in a burst of energy, freeing herself from the metal hand with a powerful pulling away of her wrists. Landing on the balls of her erotic feet, she dodged the spray of chloroform and rolled behind the android, aiming for her katana. Grasping the thing by the hilt, she turned in one fluid motion, and buried her weapon into the bosom of her robot enemy. Suddenly, it froze in mid-spin, its remaining arm held high in the air, its harsh spotlighted gaze on her.


American Ninja Woman froze. Surely the heart circuit of the horrid thing was there! Surely...it was not still functional!


Then, the spotlight eyes grew dim, then dark. The knees of the skeletal android buckled as it fell to the ground, defeated at last.


The Star-Spangled Avengeress fell full-length to the ground, crawling over to the squirming Baliser Girl a few feet away. The Teen Trini, in the throes of the powerful stimulating chloroform, had plunged her fingers into her golden panties, her red-nailed erotic toes curling and uncurling as her tongue flashed seductively across her lips. American Ninja Woman pressed her own lips together, as her own breasts brushed the floor, causing her nipples to harden.


"Hold on, Balisier Girl!" she said reassuredly, lying a comforting arm over the squirming girl as she tried to calm her down. However, the Teen

Trini squirmed towards her and placed a tongue-swiveling kiss on the Lady Ninja's lips. The kiss lasted a minute, before American Ninja Woman pulled away.


"Ashley...you're 'drunk'...so to speak..."


"Shut up, Nicholas." Balisier Girl's brown eyes twinkled merrily behind her mask, although her mind was lost in estacy.


"You have to practice strategy, young lady..." the Star-Spangled Shadow Warrior trailed off,searching through the compartments on her gold belt.


"What is this, recess at Mitiwaki Elementary?" a new voice quipped as a new stateuesque heroine appeared on the scene. A flimsy crimson leotard covered an incredibly muscular and curveceous cream-colored body, with the symbol of a golden cougar nestled between a very ample cleavage. Golden bracelets adorned her wrists, a golden belt entwined her waist, and golden bands adorned the area above her ankles. Thick golden blond hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, reaching the small of her exposed back., while blue eyes stared with steely determination from within a crimson feline mask that covered the upper part of her gorgeous face.


"Cougar Woman." American Ninja Woman snarled. "This is no time for jokes-"


"Alleviating stress and pressure, my pet." Cougar Woman held up a razor-sharp, claw-like red fingernail. "The Overmaster is invading Trinidad and Tobago once again, and our team is stretched very thin."


"I know." American Ninja Woman replied, nodding over at the nude and unconcious Dolphin Woman. "I should have helped her..."


"No problems." Cougar Woman's large breasts jostled seductively in her leotard as she ran over to where the Costa Rican heroine lay, pulling

something from her gold belt. It was a small vial, which she lifted to Dolphin Woman's nostrils. The Oceanic Beauty stirred slowly before her eyes opened with a start.


"My breasts...so tired...so sleepy..." she moaned quietly,holding her forehead.


Cougar Woman grinned. "It was a good idea Thunderbolt Woman had...carrying an Anti-Sleep Spray that will keep us from falling unconcious!"


"Liz, I need help with her!" American Ninja Woman hissed, holding the squirming Balisier Girl as still as she could, but to no avail.


"Great Gastby!" Cougar Woman exclaimed, helping Dolphin Woman to flimsy feet. "Sadly...there is no cure for that..."


"Or no escape for you!" a pair of mogulated voices said in eerie unison. Suddenly, a pair of Synturions stepped through the ruined shoe display, their spotlight eyes blazing menacingly at their prey.


"Prepare for a bitter harvest." they both boomed in unison.

Spotlight eyes flashed sinisterly from silvery skulls, while LED-tipped artificial nipples flashed on sculpted silver torsos. The pair of infamous heroine hunters stood before the quartet of weary and battered Protectors, effectively barricading them into the ravaged shoe store.

All four scantily-clad beauties froze, paralyzed by fear, horrified by their anticipation of sexual slavery, stumped by the lack of any strategic offense. American Ninja Woman, lying protectively on the squirming and delirious Balisier Girl, brandished her glistening katana, holding it before her defensively.


"You two go!" she yelled to Cougar Woman and the whoozy Dolphin Woman. "I'll hold them off as best as I can-"


"I'm not leaving you!" Cougar Woman screamed, her striking blue eyes watering behind the slits of her crimson feline domino mask.


"Darn it!" American Ninja Woman snarled, the well-developed breasts jostling erotically in her strapless royal blue star-spangled bra as she rose up to her knees. "Get out of here! And please...tell my son that I-"


"Protectors don't run, my friend." Dolphin Woman said with sudden clarity. Wrapping her shapely muscled arms around Cougar Woman, she suddenly hefted the Canadian superheroine forward, towards the Synturion duo.


The feline beauty, caught unaware initially, went with the flow, soaring over the Lady Ninja's auburn head, her cream-colored arms stretched above her head, red-claw-like fingernails extended to full point. A snarl escaped her sensual ruby lips, the cry of her namesake ensnaring a prey.


As the Canadian Superwoman drew near, her clawlike fingernails aimed for one of the Synturion's torso, it suddenly stepped forward as a literal blur of silver. Before the American Ninja Woman could even react to save her friend, the sinister machine lashed upward with a heavy backhand slap across the defenseless cleavage of the Curvaceous Canadian.


"UGHHHHHHHH!" Cougar Woman cried, her shimmering blond head shooting backward as her neck hyperextended. In one fluid motion, her assailant seized one of her large breasts, its cold metal fingers whirring maliciously as it squeezed horribly through the flimsy fabric of the crimson leotard while bring her forward.


"GAHHHHHH!!" Cougar Woman screamed in agony as her erotic bare feet touched earth. She was staring face-to-face with the stone-cold visage of her enemy. "UHHHHHH! UGHHHHHHHHH!!! LOSING...COUGAR STRENGTH...COUGAR BREASTS...HURT...PLEASE...LET ME...GO...!!"


But her enemy was unmerciful, relentless. The harsh metal grip of the silvery monster worsen considerably as the wrist began to rotate, literally twisting her defenseless Cougar Breast!


"GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the Canadian Wildcat sobbed slightly, accompanied by the screeching of her claw-like toenails curling and uncurling in agony. She tried weakly to claw at the arm holding her, but her claws fruitlessly slid off, leaving small trails of sparks in their wake.


"Liz!" American Ninja Woman and Dolphin Woman screamed in unison. The Lady Ninja tried to spring forward with katana in hand, but the accompaning Synturion's front side suddenly flipped up, a mass of black cables, one with a long silvery-dagger-like object, leaped from the hollow inside.


American Ninja Woman tried to dodge the cables, but they were too fast. One cracked whiplike across her cleavage, causing her to scream in pain as it snatched the blue bra from her breasts. As she fell to her knees, gasping in agony, her well-defined breasts dangling below her, two of the cables suddenly grew openings and latched on to her light-brown nipples.


"AHHHHHH!!" American Ninja Woman screeched as the erotic soles of her feet left the ground, the cables suspending her in mid-air. She still held her katana in an iron grip, however. Using all of the remaining strength at her command, she tried to swing the sword towards the cables ensnaring her stiffening nipples.


However, the silvery dagger-like thing sliced through the air, shredding her American-flag panties with ease as it penetrated the pubic forest within.


"AGH!!!!!" the Lady Ninja gasped, her teeth gritting together as a powerful orgasm suddenly seized her lithe form. Her katana abandoned her grip, landing on the floor standing straight up with a SHINKT. Without much fanfare, the Synturion reeled its prize in, snatching the heroine into its body. When the limp form of American Ninja Woman was in the right position, the front part of the Synturion snapped shut over it, trapping her in its own body.


American Ninja Woman's own breasts fitted in the hollow artificial breasts of the Synturion, while her defenseless vagina was inserted with a sphere-like probe.


"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed within the claustophobic confine of the silvery skull-like head of the Synturion. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...God....my breasts...my vagina...can't stop....!!!!"


"You will fill my insides with juices, my pet." the Synturion chuckled in its cold, modulated voice.


The other Synturion, still holding the moaning and near-unconcious Cougar Woman in its grasp, turned its spotlight eyes towards the nude Dolphin Woman, who was leaning against the far wall of the shop.


"Where is your bravado now, Woman of the Sea?" it cackled. "Has it died with the hope of your friends? Have you finally succumbed to the hopelessness that my master embodies?"


The Costa Rican Superwoman said nothing, only holding her wrists, with her glistening coral bracelets, cross-wise before her beautiful face.


"Uhhhhhh...my...Cougar Breasts...can't...take no...more..." Cougar Woman whispered from within the Synturion's erotic grasp. Paying its captive no mind, it stepped threateningly forward, towards the defenseless heroine. Its fellow Synturion, with the orgasmic screams of poor American Ninja Woman echoing from inside it, followed.

"Thunderbolt Woman and Rohanna have been acquired." the artificial being recited. "All Protectors have been captured. What are you going to do now?"

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*Later...that night...*


The resounding click of the protective gate to the front of the L. Carter's Department Store signaled the mall's shutdown. One by one, the overhead lights were flicked off with an increasing audible tempo, competing with the blinding flashes of lightning overhead as the interior was swallowed in darkness. The beam of a flashlight lanced out, sword like as it cut through the shadows, assisting the portly Afro-Trinidadian night watchman as he made his first of many lonely walkthroughs of the empty shopping district. As his footsteps and out of tune whistling echoed farther down the deserted corridor, a slight stirring could be heard within the men's changing rooms of L. Carter's.


Above one of the stalls, a ceiling square was silently uprooted by slender ebony fingers and a female head, slowly but timidly, peeked out. Quickly glancing around to confirm that the area was clear, the head hastily retreated into the ceiling. After a few seconds of muted shuffling around, a pair of shapely erotic feet emerged, complimented beautifully by glossy golden toenails, dangling precariously over the carpeted floor. They were gradually followed by slender, but strong ankles, well-rounded calves, and long graceful muscular legs, the beginning of a recipe for the most beauteous bombshell. However, before the remaining portions of the individual's curvaceous constitution could be revealed, a barely contained husky scream erupted from her throat, echoing in the steel vent she was just in. Well-developed ebony arms flailed blindly as the woman lost her grip, her stealthy entry sabotaged by circumstances beyond her control. Lengthily glossy raven tresses, with shimmering gold streaks, hovered around her exquisite face in a halo as she plunged to the floor in seemingly slow motion. The impact on her well-defined back and spherical buttocks barely registered as she hit the floor, the young woman being distracted by a much more potent and vicious pain.


"NOT AGAINNNNNNNNNNN!!" she screamed through nearly clenched teeth, her eyes squeezed shut in agony as her fingers furiously laced in and tugged viciously at her long raven and gold-streaked hair. "AUAHHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHH!! UHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her back arced violently forward, jutting her large ebony breasts seductively upward as her naked dark-skinned body trembled furiously as if in a seizure. Her long legs kicked wildly, her sexy toes furling and unfurling in a vain attempt to disperse the pain that ravaged her ample chest like a snarling wild beast.


The source of her agony was on the crowns of her cleavage. Around her huge black nipples were two glowing rings, washing the walls of the enclosed space in a pulsating multi-colored light as they mercilessly administered a confusing mixture of erotic stimulation and pain to her sexy summits. With a nearly crazed look in her light brown eyes, the young woman slowly reached towards her magnificent chest with trembling hands, towards the quickly stiffening nipples that peaked her breasts. However, as her fingers drew ever so near the proximity of her nipples, an even more potent wave of agony rippled through her tender womanhood, causing her to cry out even more.


"UHHHHHHHH!!AHHHHHHHHHHH!! UNHHHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried with each pulse of the rings around her nipples, her nude voluptuous form squirming madly and helplessly against the carpeted floor, her well-defined limbs flailing blindly. It was useless. That was what HE was telling her. She was powerless to remove those rings from her breasts. Powerless to escape the grip of the madman who held her like a puppet on a string, to dance to his twisted amusement. Powerless to fight a war against him.


She could not fight him...not like her. Not like her mother.


Not like the great and powerful Thunderbolt Woman.


Just as suddenly as the rings flashed on, they fell silent, transforming into bland golden rings around her rock hard nipples. With a defeated squeal, the young ebony-skinned woman collapsed to the floor in a beaten heap. Her tortured cleavage rose and fell rapidly with every ragged breath she took. Both arms lay useless and limb at her sides, while her legs were stretched out below her naked pubic region, the soles of her sexy feet lethargically brushing against the soft carpet. Sluggishly, her head wavered from side to side while her eyes began to glaze slightly, signaling the beginning of her consciousness being pulled towards the slumbering realm. The walls of the small changing area seemed to tightened around her as the beautiful maiden's chestnut eyes wavered threateningly.


"Tits...hard...hard as rocks...can't keep...my concentration..." she droned in a hazy voice. "No...can't...can't fall...asleep...not like...last time...breasts...never felt...something like that...that...bastard...hurt me... terribly...need...help...Mom...Mom...help me..."


As her mind fought futilely against the rising dominion of involuntary slumber, one single pristine image became crystal clear in her mind's eye, an epic scene that had unfolded many months before. It was the one image that changed her life forever, both figuratively and literally. In this scene, the celebrated crimefighter Thunderbolt Woman stood triumphantly on a grassy knoll in her heroic stance, hands on shapely hips and muscular legs spread slightly apart, before the wreckage of an overturned Rolls Royce. Lying before her, bloodied and battered from the brutal wreck, was a silver-haired elderly man, gasping for his last breaths of air. His name was Mann Johar, reputed gangster of Central Trinidad in the 1950s and 60s and one of the criminal masterminds behind the Erotoform drug that had ravaged the youth of Chaguanas for weeks on end.


However, as Thunderbolt Woman reached for the black and gold lightning-trimmed mask that concealed her secret identity and pulled it from her face, the whole truth was revealed. Mann Johar was more than a common criminal. He was the murderer of her grandfather, the Trinidadian wrestling icon Theodore "Thunderbolt" Wilson...and the Wrestling Wonder Woman behind the mask, this astonishing and sexy paragon of crimefighting that had protected Chaguanas all those decades was none other than her very own mother, Pamela Williams!


Her enclosed surroundings grew blurry as tears began to pool in her eyes. The blanket of slumber that threatened to swallow her was held at bay by resounding feelings of sadness and longing. Those memories were literally from a different lifetime, when she was a he...sixteen years old Nicholas Williams, typical rebellious youth with an eye for the ladies and a mind for adolescent mischief. Back then, his life was so normal and mundane. His mother was just a teacher, and his father, an attorney. As usual, neither could understand his viewpoint on life, which lead to much frustration and anger. Sadly, it was that anger that nearly dragged him into a life of unrelenting crime as the Nitro Knight, chief enforcer of the criminal syndicate that distributed the horrible Erotoform.


However, everything changed after learning about his mother's fabulous secret. He was ecstatic to learn that he would develop his own Thunder Powers, genetically passed down from his super powered mother. In fact, it was these latent abilities that prevented the dangerous Erotoform from causing permanent damage to him as well. Almost immediately, the seething anger that had influenced his judgment for so long dispersed, and something new replaced it: a sense of destiny. He wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps as a Champion of Justice in his own right. At first, his mother was strictly against it, her maternal instinct overcoming her logic.


But thankfully, that was only temporary. Soon, he was paying weekend visits to the Citadel of Heroines in Port of Spain, learning the ends and outs of crime fighting from not just his expert mother, but the other Protectors as well...if he wasn't distracted by their sexy cleavages and the spaces between their skimpy panties.


And then there was the Teenage Trini, the Balisier Girl. Every time he saw her, he felt something stir deep inside of him...something that he had never felt before. His words were suddenly confusing, his mouth tongue-tied. He would become somewhat clumsy, his dexterity abandoning him at a moment's notice when he was in her presence. Of all the young women he had pursued at school, none had the effect on him like Ashley Maraj. Was it the gentle gleam in her soft brown eyes that playfully hide behind the slits of her golden mask? Her silky rich cream-colored complexion? The way her golden strapless bra and panties showcased her dangerously curvaceous constitution? Her sexy breasts? Those round, perky sexy breasts? She was two years older than he, but as a friend of his put it best...age was nothing more than a number.


Yeah. Had to be the breasts.


Of course, now he would never know if Balisier Girl felt the same way about him. He would never feel the touch of any female, in fact. His friends would never recognize him. Normality was now something that he would never enjoy again. His life was now over.


A quiet sob escaped from his/her lips as her mental reminiscence shifted to a mere four days before. He was walking home from school with a beautiful East Indian girl, new to his Science class that he had quickly developed a crush on when suddenly there was a person standing before him, an exact duplicate of himself. Before Nicholas could even comprehend the situation, the new girl had already twisted his arms behind him in a full-nelson hold, trapping him with surprising inhuman strength. As the young man struggled and squirmed in her hold, his mind racing for a solution for escape, his doppelganger approached him, holding his right palm up towards Nicholas's face.


"This is not your true face, young Nicholas..." the clone said solemnly in an icy computer-like monotone, his palm drawing nearer to Nicholas's mouth. "Come...I will show you your true destiny..."


As Nicholas opened his mouth to protest, the clone forcefully pressed his hand over the teenager's mouth and nose. Suddenly, a sickly sweet smell drifted into Nicholas's nose, causing his eyes to widen in a mixture of familiarity and fear. "UMMMMPH! UMMMMMMMMPH!!" the young man screamed into the clone's palm, his senses being assaulted by the chloroform that seemed to literally pour from the clone's hand in copious amounts. He rocked his head adamantly in an attempt to free himself from the grasp, but the clone used his other hand to hold Nicholas's head in an iron grip.


As Nicholas's head began to swim, and his eyes fluttered in a weak attempt to stay open, the clone sneered as it leaned closer to him. "I can't wait to see the sheer horror in your mother's eyes...when she sees the gift that I will give her..."


And with that, a blackness swallowed Nicholas's mind...


"GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" a screech ripped from her glossy red lips, shattering her jaunt down memory lane. The four sides of the changing room lit up in a multi-colored kaleidoscope as the rings returned to life. The pain slammed into her softening nipples and aching breasts with the subtlety and force of a sledgehammer, returning her relaxing peaks to steel-hardened spires. With tears falling freely from her sad auburn eyes, the young muscular but sexily feminine woman found her back arced forward once again, her well-defined limbs kicking and striking uncontrollably in all directions.


"My Galatea..." a sinister, computer-like monotone voice droned emotionlessly.


Her eyes widening in sheer horror, the beautiful teenager glanced around her small space wildly, but yet could find no source of the voice. Had she finally been driven off the deep end? Or maybe he was invisible? Either way, she was now intimately acquainted with that voice...it was now literally the voice of her nightmares.


Strapped down upright naked, weak and helpless. Enclosed completely in a green tube. Could not barely keep his eyes open. These were the elements of the memory that he could remember, the first time he had heard that evil voice. As his eyes flickered open, he was greeted by a silvery skeletal-like female staring at him menacingly with sapphire spotlight eyes, her face distorted even more by the smoky emerald-hued transparent surface that surrounded Nicholas. Behind her were several duplicates, rushing about a wall-length futuristic computer console with rainbow-like buttons, as if lifted directly from a science-fiction movie. He tried to turn his head to view more of his surroundings, but found that it would not budge.


"I am going to shape your flesh, Nicholas...into a more accommodating container for all of that wondrous power at your disposal..."


He would have talked, would have screamed and cursed...if there wasn't something in his mouth. It took him a second to realize that it was a breathing apparatus, and a few seconds more to realize that he was immersed in an emerald-hued liquid.


"Sleep, my precious Galatea..." the voice said as Nicholas's eyelids grew heavy. "When you awake...you will be something much more..."


Those were the last words that he could remember the voice saying...until now.


The woman tried to form words with her trembling lips, but the immense pain from the rings throttling her nipples was not helping matter any. "GAHHHHHHHHHHH...feels...feels like...my nipples...AGGGHHHHHHH...being pinched...AUGGGGGGGHH...by hundreds of.....AAAAAAAAAHHHH...steel clamps!!" she managed to confess weakly. "Tits...never...AUGGGGGGHHHH...knew that....AIEEEEEEEEE...so...much...AHHHHHHHH...pain!!"


"Yes, they do tend to have that effect on wayward heroines." The voice chuckled. "In your case, your nipples are much more sensitive at this point, since I've just created you...your parts are...brand new, so to speak..."


"BASTARD!!" the woman screamed in a strained voice, her shapely bosom bouncing delectably as she struggled and strained with all of her remaining strength to sit up on her elbows. The multi-colored light splashing against the walls from the rings also reflected off the sweat sheen on her bucking voluptuous form, especially her stiff nipples, which glistened like pure diamonds. "AIEEEEEEEE...OHHHHHHHH...changed me...AHHHHHHHH...into...AGGGGGGGGG...g-girl..."


"Like Pygmalion with his sculpting tools, I crafted the perfect woman; like Aphrodite and her ageless magicks, I breathed life into you. And, like Hippolyta and her Amazons submitting to Hercules, you will submit to your destiny...as an instrument of my pleasure!!"


"No...NO!" the young woman cried in despair, shaking her head furiously. "AGHHHHHHHHHH...no...matter...AIEEEE...how much...AGGGGGGGGG...you...AHHHHH...torture...AGGGGHHH...my...my...nipples...GAHHHHHHHHHH...I...I...won't...AIEEEE...bow...AGHHHHHHHH...to...to...AGHHHHHHH...you!!"


"I find your ignorance humorous." The voice cackled. "Would it make you feel better if I told you that you had no choice in the matter? That I have finally crushed your mother's steel will beneath my heel, rendering it molten slag? You must realize...as your young breasts are assaulted and twisted beyond imagination...that your pathetic life as a useless teenager is over. You now serve me...and the Side of Darkness as my plaything."


"UNNHHHHHHH!!" the buxom teenager grunted as the pulsating of the rings increased, an outward signature of the pain increasing as well. With dwindling resistance, her back fell to the carpet, her fingers and toes twitching in silent protest. Her movements became increasingly sluggish as the shock from the initial rings' attack began to dissipate and her mind and well-worn body was joined in synergy once more.


She was tired. So tired. She just needed to rest. Just needed to close her eyes just once. The rings stopped, their rainbow-colored flashing silenced. Her hands limply collapsed, stretching useless above her head, heavy as lead. The periodic rise and fall of her magnificently endowed bosom became lethargic, while her well-defined legs settled to the floor, her shapely bare feet pointed in opposite directions. Her eyelids felt unusually heavy, and even sluggishly moving her head from side to side could not dispel the desire for sleep that overran her senses.


"So weak...tired...Tits...hurt...nipples in...in pain...hard..." the curvy teen confessed in a sleepy tone, her glazed eyes closed in slits. "Can't...can't escape...son...son of...a bitch...turned me...into a girl...hit my...new breasts...with...pain...can't stay...awake...must sleep...now...come and...get...me...sorry Mom...could not...help you...becoming...becoming...unconciousessssssss......"


As the young beauty's head slowly fell to the left side in defeat cushioned by her plethora of luscious raven tresses, her eyes tightly shut, her battle with unconsciousness finally lost, the devious voice cackled once again.


"The first lesson for a slave...is always the hardest to learn." It said with evil glee.

THE END?
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Hello, all.

Thanks for everyone who gave the thread a glance.

When I originally wrote this story, I was writing it as a tie-in to Brad Chung's extensive library of stories. To use an analogy, think of American superhero comics; basically, I was writing Marvel's Civil War or DC's Infinite Crisis to Chung's Captain America or Superman comic. It was originally conceived as a megacrossover event story, where an outside force would attack, drawing the heroines together as a team to fight the force off.

Thus, all the Protectors in the story have their own seperate stories.

Of course, I tried to duplicate Chung's writing focus and style, in order to maintain the "flavor" of his stories. While posting this, this got me thinking: what if I simply wrote it in my "style", i.e. straight-forward? Also, instead of the megacrossover focus, just simply take the concept as its own story(still heavily influenced by Challenge of The Superfriends, of course).

So, essentially...if this forum will have me, I want to write a reboot of the Overmaster Wars series. I'm already in the planning stage, and I hope to post soon. I want to avoid the megacrossover origins of the story(i.e. borrow characters), and instead might use expies of characters instead(all for homage:))

Any commentary and comments are welcomed.
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Yes go ahead especially if you use DC heroines. :) I love WW in trouble stories.
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I love your story..so erotic....I lloved that part about the boy being turned into a girl...such an awesome visual!
I think the oppoesite would be cool...take the cute teenage heroine and force her into a sex change into a guy! Or worse yet both!
I know...I am twisted! Lol
I can't tell you as a girl how many times I wish I could morph into a guy..that would be fun!
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tmon wrote:Yes go ahead especially if you use DC heroines. :) I love WW in trouble stories.
:)

I won't use DC heroines, but probably expies of them. Like maybe Wonderous Woman or something.
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batgirl1969 wrote:I love your story..so erotic....I lloved that part about the boy being turned into a girl...such an awesome visual!
I think the oppoesite would be cool...take the cute teenage heroine and force her into a sex change into a guy! Or worse yet both!
I know...I am twisted! Lol
I can't tell you as a girl how many times I wish I could morph into a guy..that would be fun!
Thank you for the comments.

That would be interesting(girl into guy)...has it been done before?

I think everyone, including myself, is twisted, lol.
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*Featuring Brad Chung's Panther Woman & Aquagirl!...Reserve Protectors*

One week before invasion…somewhere in Peru

She awoke with a great feeling. Something was rubbing on her body, traveling from her shapely breasts, across her chiseled stomach and stopped at her nether region. She felt fingers, coarse and abrasive, caressing her nether lips, and her response was a moan of pleasure. Her rounded hips shifted instinctively as her muscular legs stretched out, her toes flexing in unison with every erotic stroke.

But this was wrong, her brain said. This isn’t a dream.

Suddenly that feeling turned sour.

Victoria Vasquez’s light brown eyes snapped opened behind the slits of her black mask.

“Where…am…I?” she sighed, not expecting a response. When her eyes and mind finally stabilized, the heroine inspected her situation and surroundings. She was in a cavern, with rocky walls occupied by computer terminals and glowing monitors, providing a clash between nature and technology. Robed men, their faces hidden in the shadowy shroud of hoods and clad in the colors of black and red, worked on the terminals and rushed about the area on other tasks. One of them stood over her, vigorously caressing his gloved hands over her erotic form, specifically the pride of her womanhood. She groaned at him, trying fruitlessly to lift her arms and push him away. But her magnificent figure, with the exception of her mask, was completely naked, and shackled upright to a raised platform.

Usually, she could have easily snapped the shackles like twigs. For although to her colleagues she was just the meek Dr. Victoria Vasquez of the University of Lima, frightened criminals of the Peruvian underworld knew her by her shapely alter ego… The Peruvian Queen of Justice, THE PANTHER WOMAN!

A glance to her majestic copper breasts, glistening with sweat, gave her the answer. The source of her powers was missing from its place on her chest.

“My…Panther…Bra.” she lamented groggily. “It…is…gone…”

“Wundabar!” A female voice, with a definite German accent exclaimed. “So my slumbering cat is finally avake? Good. Herr Gunther, you can cease entertaining our guest.”

The hooded follower erotically torturing the Peruvian Queen of Justice stepped away obediently. Panther Woman relaxed her tired body, but tensed at the sounds of a pair of high heels approaching, their clicks strong, rhythmic, and commanding. She knew the sounds of those heels anywhere, and did not need her eyes or enhanced sense of smell to determine who it was. A mental picture instantly formed in her mind as to the identity of her captor. She was an old enemy, one the Protectors had defeated many times.

Long blond locks trailed down her shoulders, accented with a black streak in the middle. She had a beautiful face, with piercing brown eyes, and a Nazi swastika branded over her left one. Her slender, muscular body was fitted with a stiff black skirted uniform, similar to those of the female Nazi officers in World War II, but made of formfitting black latex. A matching belt, with the Nazi swastika covered with the Omega symbol adorned her waist. Her feet, shodded in her trademark seven-inch black stiletto pumps with ankle straps, resounded in the cavern as they marched towards the captive crimefighter.

“Baroness Omega.” Panther Woman sighed drowsily. “I should have known… it was your brand of goons… that set that trap in…the Mayor’s office…knocked me out…Once again, you disappoint me. I was hoping you stayed dead.”

“Ve can’t all have what ve vant, can ve?” the villainess gloated. “But I plan to have my vengeance, Panther Voman, vhether you are prepared or not!”

She paused and tapping her dagger-like heels, she pointed to the floor. In eerie unison, her hooded followers ran over, lying parallel next to each other, creating a living carpet that stretched to the platform. She stepped onto her first minion, grinding her heels sinisterly into his back, and grinning at his howls of pain and devoted submission. Panther Woman shivered uncontrollably at the screams. She knew that was all the Baroness lived for. Pain and Punishment were her best friends, her comforters…and even, her gods.

The Nazi masochist continued her stroll across the backs of her loyal followers as if she was walking down a red carpet. With her heels being wickedly sharp, the slightest pressure set off an earsplitting scream in each follower that acted as a sign that she was drawing nigh. Soon, the last soldier screeched telling the bound heroine that her adversary had finally reached her.

Victoria tilted her head as far as she could to glare at the Nazi villainess standing over her. The Baroness smiled maliciously, her arms on her hips and one foot on the platform. The curvaceous crusader grimaced at her trademark silver bracelets proudly adorned on the Nazi woman’s wrists, displaying them as a trophy of her victory.

“Revenge… is a tired melody.” she murmured. “I…will…not be…defeated…so easily…must…get my…bra…”

“Oh, is that so?” the Nazi villainess smiled. “Really, Panther Voman…I tire of your comic book dialogue and superheroine bravado. It is time for this cat to be declawed!”

Before the Peruvian Protector knew it, the malevolent woman placed the tip of her right foot between her legs and shifted her weight to it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Victoria screamed as the shoe was grinded into her tender netherflesh. Her raven-haired head toss from side to side, and she kicked with her copper legs. However, nothing could free her from this bizarre form of torture.

“There. That should shut you superheroine mouth up.” The Baroness chuckled, removing her foot. “Ah, there is nothing like the sound of another’s suffering. It is so…soothing to me. That, my feline adversary, was nothing but a mere taste of vhat I have in store for you in the nights that follow. Oh! Such wonderful tortures techniques I vill be able to implement…”

“You…monster!!” Victoria gasped, her brown eyes narrowed behind her black mask.

“I vill have to silence that defiant tongue of yours first.” The villainess replied. “Slave! Bring me…Fausta!”

Panther Woman felt her skin crawl at the sound of that word. Fausta was the Baroness’s deadliest instrument of her discipline, a whip she wielded with such lethal skill that she could snap a tree trunk in half!

One of the minions scampered off quickly, and returned with a leather bull whip, about three inches thick. The wicked fraunlin grinned sadistically as she ran her hands over the contour of the whip.

“It is time to punish, Fausta.” She said, speaking to the whip as if it was alive. “Make this ungrateful super wench worship her mistress! Make her see the benefits of the Fourth Reich!”

Her glance fell on the hooded men. “Release and steady her, my slaves! For Fausta’s biting touch vill transform this wench’s ideals…”

The men scrambled fearfully to obey their mistress’s command, unlocking the shackles chaining Panther Woman to the platform. She was then hustled to her feet, standing on her erotic tiptoes. She continued to struggle, trying to pull herself away from the grasping horde, but it was all in vain. Without her Panther Bra, she was just an ordinary woman, and their grips were as strong as steel. They pivoted her body around, facing away from the Baroness, who cracked the whip threateningly.

“Let go of me!!” the Sensuous She-Cat cried. “Release me now!!”

“You vill be released vhen only I say!!” the Baroness declared, readying her whip to make the strike. She was temporarily distracted by the attractiveness of her captive’s body. The Peruvian heroine’s raven hair bounced gracefully from side to side as she fought futilely to escape. The muscles in her copper back tensed, every muscle accentuated, visually displaying her struggle. Her well-rounded buttocks slowly shifted from side to side as began to tire from her attempts. Her slender legs flexed, while the soles of her seductive bare feet were visible.

This magnificent woman was now under her control. Baroness Omega chuckled at the thought as she whipped the whip through the air, aiming for the first strike across the vigilante’s erotic naked back. Panther Woman of Peru would only be the first new pet to add to her collection. The other Protectors were not far behind.

The Sensuous She-Cat continued to fight for her freedom, but knew she was on the losing end. She surrendered her struggle, and waited submissively for the searing strap of fire across her spherical buttocks. Thankfully, it would never come.

Before the whip could hit Victoria, a new hand reached out defiantly, catching the lash in a viselike grip.

“Vas?!” the Baroness exclaimed, whipping around to find a newcomer standing before her, clad in a hooded cloak that hid the facial features and body well. Only a pair of well-defined ebony-skinned legs and shapely bare feet was visible, which were unmistakably female.

“Vell, another one of those damnable Protectors!” the Nazi villainess sneered. “Coming to halt my discipline? Let me teach you the error of your vays!! Capture her, my slaves! Make her submittt-”

Before the Third Reich worshiper could even finished the command, the mysterious stranger gave the whip a strong jerk, forcefully pulling her closer. When the Baroness was close enough, the newcomer propelled the ball of her right foot firmly into her stomach with lightning speed, sending her sailing through the air. She crashed into one of the computer terminals in a shower of sparks and scrapped parts.

A few of the Baroness’s followers rushed to see if she was okay. However, she pushed them away, screaming, “Kill that bitch!! Kill her!!”

The hooded acolytes quickly complied, brandishing machine guns from within the folds of their robes. The men holding Panther Woman shoved her to the ground and focused on the intruder in their midst, with their own weaponry. The voluptuous vigilante quiet rose to her feet and leaped a distance to safety as they opened fire on their new enemy.

Dodging the volley with dazzling agility, the stranger catapulted herself over the line of gunfire like an arrow shot from a bow. Her body twisted in midair, as she stretched her strong legs out, catching two of the hooded soldiers in a double dropkick. Using their flying bodies as a springboard, she somersaulted, landing in the center of the horde neatly on the balls of her bare feet. She stood up slowly in a fighting pose. Knowing their guns were useless at this range, the acolytes instead opted for hand-to-hand combat, which would be their downfall. The stranger was a human tornado, her hands and feet flashing out with a blur towards the jaws of the unlucky fellows.

From her position, Panther Woman watched the scene unfold, impressed with the skills of the cloaked visitor. But, at the same time, she was slightly intrigued. There was something strangely familiar about this person’s fighting style.

Before she could give the idea further thought, something lashed through the air towards her. Instinctively, the curvaceous crusader leaped into midair, seeing the deadly whip of Baroness Omega sliced the air below her.

“I don’t care how many of your friends you send, Panther Voman!” the malicious woman screamed, snapping the whip back to her hand. “You are now my pet!! And soon, your friends vill join you!!”

“Dream on, Baroness!” Panther Woman declared proudly, her hands on her hips, and sensual legs spread defiantly. “You of all people should know…a panther does not make a good house pet!”

With a frustrated cry, the Baroness cracked her lash at her adversary, only to have the heroine catch it around her right forearm. With surprising strength, Panther Woman tugged the villainess towards her, and waylaid her out cold with a strong left hook. “Gott…” was the last thing the Baroness muttered before slumping to the floor unconscious.

“Have a nice nap.” Panther Woman quipped as she knelt over the Baroness’s slumbering form and removed her bracelets from the woman’s forearms. As she stood up, slipping them back on her arms, the stranger appeared before her, holding her mystical Panther Bra and black panties.

“Thank you…for helping me.” The Peruvian heroine replied, accepting her garments and slipping them on her attractive form. She felt embarrassed at the idea of being rescued. Even though she was now part of a team, she still prided herself on not having to depend on them in every crime-fighting situation. Still, she chided herself for not admitting that even she was way in over her head when battling the caliber of villains such as Baroness Omega.

“You must be mistaken.” The stranger said in a mundane voice, somewhat distorted. “I did not come here to rescue you.”

“Well, you sure have a funny way of...” Panther Woman trailed off, her mind whirling with sudden recognition. Stepping back, she stared in disbelief at the mysterious person before her, her ruby lips parted in shock. There was no way this could be who she thought it was. But her senses did not lie. Her enhanced sense of smell was definitely picking up a familiar scent...that of the one Protector that had seemingly vanished from the face of the Earth so long ago.

“It…it can’t be…” she gasped. “Balisier…Woman?”

The stranger’s hands reached for her hood. Off came the hood and her identity was revealed. She possessed ravishing dark skin, with shoulder length black hair slicked down to her head. On her face was a black mask, which stretched over her eyes. However, those eyes were not the normal brown, or glistened with the firm resolve for justice, as Victoria was so used to. Instead, her eyes were glassy and empty, radiating with a bizarre pink aura.

“My god…Sacha…” Victoria whispered. “What happened to you…?”

The Amazing Afro-Trinidadian only smiled, her lips twisted in a sadistic smirk. “HE happened…But don’t worry, old friend. You will find out soon enough.”

With that, she pulled off the rest of her cloak. Panther Woman’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the change in her teammate’s beauteous physique. While the Trinidadian heroine still had a body to die for, her breasts were another matter. They had somehow grown inhumanly huge, nearly erupting from out of her Balisier Bra. As Balisier Woman pulled off her trademark bra, her colossal bosom sprung out, jiggling as if they had also grown a mind of their own. They were almost the size of watermelons.

“He…” the Sensuous She-Cat struggled for a reply. “Who…has done this…to you?!”

“Shush.” Balisier Woman grinned, closing the gap between them and placing a silencing finger on her lips. “You don’t like the new look? We’ll talk about that later. After…your enlightenment.”

Before the Peruvian heroine could even react, Sacha gripped Victoria’s raven tresses in a grasp of iron and shoved her face deep into her large cleavage.

“MMMMFFFFF!!” Panther Woman protested between the breasts, her arms flailing and her body gyrating furiously. No matter how much she struggled and strain, somehow Balisier Woman would counter her strength. A bizarre scent, a mixture of honeydew and the distinctive burning of chloroform, tickled her nostrils.

“MMFF! NHHH!” she complained.

Suddenly, she felt the Trinidadian heroine’s breasts press against her head with inhuman strength, effectively trapping her. Balisier Woman began to moan, her sexual drive being revved up by the squirming body trapped between her huge flesh orbs.

“Yes…don’t fight it…” she groaned erotically, her hands caressing the firm buttocks of the Sensuous She-Cat.

“HMMMMMMB!!” Panther Woman mumbled, trying to free herself from the bizarre prison. But, the combination of the scent between Sasha’s breasts and her fruitless struggle began to take their toll over her fabulous body. She felt her arms and legs getting weaker, being derived of her fabulous power. Her light brown eyes rolled, as she tried on vain to fight the looming darkness rushing to her. She felt Sacha’s soft hands gliding down her neck towards her own breasts, and tried once again to escape the hold. But now, she was far too weak to even consider it.

“There, there.” Sacha cooed softly, her slender fingers unclasping the unique silver panther’s head of the Panther Bra. “That wasn’t too bad, now was it? Just wait, Victoria. Soon, you’ll be a part of what I am experiencing. He… is like nothing I’ve ever seen…”

“Hnnnnnnh…” the dazed Peruvian Queen of Justice groaned weakly. She was powerless to stop her prominent breasts from being fondled.

As soon as Panther Woman’s copper cleavage was bare, her nipples were nothing more than targets. Sasha knew exactly what to do from bitter experience. With a single finger, she traced the edges of Victoria’s rich dark brown nipples as her beauteous chest slowly rose and fell in a last ditch effort to expel the mysterious agent from her system. After a few minutes of that, the former heroine seductively massaged them.

The last act signed Panther Woman’s resignation to consciousness. She was now drained, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Her muscular form went limp, and her legs buckled under her. Balisier Woman released the raven-haired Protector from her cleavage, catching her as she fell.

“You think that was fun?” she smirked. “Then just wait… until you wake up…”

Victoria’s brown eyes focused on the face of her former friend and new enemy. It was the last image she saw before the darkness claimed her.
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Three days before invasion…somewhere in the Caribbean

The last rays of the sun streaked over the horizon, heralding the start of a beautiful evening. Silence shrouded the ocean and the single cruise ship that plow through the sapphire waters, undeterred from its course. Inside the ship, however, was another problem.

Having only a year under its belt, The Ivory Star Cruise Line could barely compete with its larger competitors. Yet, with only one cruise ship, The Ivory Star, and one captain, Benjamin Cook, the entrepreneurial cruise still managed to rake in enough revenue to stay afloat, pardon the pun, in business. Sadly, on the night before, a major setback was provided in the form of Ramon Ulysses and his famous band of pirates.

Ramon Ulysses was on many a country’s top ten lists of criminals. Once a legitimate Greek businessman, Ulysses grew bored with his steady life, but it changed drastically when he lost his right hand in a terrible boating accident, which was replaced by a golden hook. In a fit of madness, Ramon decided to live out his childhood dream as a pirate, recruiting some of the worst criminals to ever plague society as his crew, and set about raiding various cruise ships on the high seas. The modern day sea robbers would utilize piracy tactics of the olden days, take the valuables of the patrons and cripple their engines, setting the crew to drift without control over the seemingly endless blue waves. Ulysses was especially notorious for his raping of women and the maiming of ship captains.

In the bridge, the famous pirate was doing just what he was known for. He stood over the beaten form of the middle-age Cook, bleeding profusely from a nasty wound on his head. Besides him, two of his roguish band assaulted a young woman, who screamed insanely for help. Below deck, in the ballroom, were the other patrons, being robbed by some of his men, who were armed to the teeth with guns stolen from a terrorist cell. The rest patrolled the ship and guarded their small pirate vessel beside it.

Ulysses knew for a fact that interlopers would be in least supply that night. After all, many days before, he had captured their main foe in his lair, a hidden Caribbean cove that could not be traced on any map. Over the last few months, she had become a major barnacle on his hull, a thorn buried deep in his flesh, ruining many of his operations. She was a terror to all that operated illegally in the oceans, and their self-proclaimed Protector.

She was the Magnificent Mariner…the AQUAGIRL!

Yet she was not so magnificent when she boldly and foolishly sauntered into the bowels of his marine hideout, a lone lamb in a den of ravenous wolves. She was a powerful fighter, and managed to hold her own against his merry band. But it took only a well-timed dab of a chloroformed rag across her nose to put her down for the count.

His pants seemingly shrunk as he remembered standing over her unconscious form, feeling like a kid receiving a special toy for Christmas. Within seconds, her bustier was lying next to her while he caressed every inch of her shapely bosom, and the hidden forest in her panties. Every once in a while she would moan and whimper in her unexpected slumber, but she was too far gone to stop him.

That was definitely the state she had been in ever since. Accommodations for her stay had been provided by a glass tank filled with seawater and a special potion he had created that sent the heroine’s senses into orbit. Just applying it to her fabulous cleavage daily rendered Aquagirl as harmless as a newborn baby…and made her sleep like one as well. Now that she was back safely at his hideout, he did not have to worry about the Aquatic Avenger meddling in his affairs.

“Louder, bitch.” Ulysses ordered the woman, waltzing around as if he was listening to music. With a knife to her throat, and her body being forcefully probed by the criminals, she had no choice but to comply.

“You…sick…son…of…a…bitch…” Captain Cook managed to utter, before his face was jarred harshly by Ulysses’ kick to his mouth. He coughed blood, and slumped back down on the cabin floor, half unconscious.

“Nobody…NOBODY calls my precious mama a bitch…except me.” The pirate grinned, giving the captain a kick to the ribs for good measure.

“Boss…this girl doesn’t want to commit.” One of his subordinates, a squat fat man with crossed eyes and glasses known as Jonathan Smee said. “Should we kill the whore?”

“Smee, this is the 21st Century.” His leader replied, walking up to the girl and staring down in her fearful eyes. “You don’t waste good pussy like this. Haven’t you learned anything from our last family outing?”

“Yeah, he learned the value of his hand an’ some good lotion!” the other pirate, a slender man with red hair named John Silver laughed.

“Screw you!” Smee yelled. “This comes from a man that craves the shaft.”

“Hey man, I ain’t no homo!” the redhead snorted, bawling his fists. “You better shut your trap, you fat little weasel.”

Ulysses casually leaned back on one of the consoles that controlled the craft, anticipating the fight between the two. There was nothing more entertaining than seeing his followers slug it out like drunken fighters in a barroom brawl. Just as the duo was about to launch at each other, the sharp cracks of gunshots shattered the silence of the ship.

“We’ve got trouble.” He said solemnly, staring at his two subordinates. “Smee, stay here, and keep an eye on our ‘guests’. Silver, you’re with me.”

Seconds later, the duo was inspecting the ship, Uzis cocked and ready. Suddenly, Ulysses heard a noise behind him, at the doors that lead down into the ‘fun’ floor of the ship, where the casino and ballroom were located. Suddenly, the doors were thrown open. He whirled around, but could not avoided being knocked back by a crowd of the panicked patrons emerging from the bowels of the ship. Losing his balance, he grabbed on to the railing for support as the mob rushed by, scrambling for safety on the deck, away from the vicious thugs that had held them at bay for so long.

“Oh my God! He has a gun!” one of the women screamed, noticing the weapon in his left hand. Capitalizing on her fear, the pirate discharged a few rounds over the people’s heads, causing them to rush for shelter from the metal projectiles.

“People, I think it is in your best interest to return to the ballroom. I am not liable for the damages these bullets can do to you…” he declared calmly, waving the Uzi towards the opened double doors where the patrons had emerged. He silently enjoyed the whimpers and the looks of fear that flashed across their faces as they cowered powerless before him. There was nothing like untainted fear from a human being.

“Hey!” a female voice yelled from the shadows of the double doors.

Ulysses whipped around, his Uzi already aimed at the door, his finger pulling the trigger. Yet, he saw someone stumbling forward, colliding with him and throwing his aim off as he fired. The bullets ripped into the door frame, and ricocheted against the steel hull of the ship, causing even more hysterical shrieks from the ship guests. His eyes fell on the cause of his misfiring. John Silver collapsed unconscious before him, his Uzi missing its bullet chamber. His eyes shot back to the open door, where a shapely silhouette appeared from the darkness.

She had long blond hair that cascaded over her tanned shoulders like a golden waterfall. Even in the shadows, her sapphire eyes glowed with an icy tint. Without pausing she dashed forward, her long athletic legs propelling her with astonishing speed. The green and gold sequined bustier that covered her large breasts and the matching miniskirt that swirled around her thighs glittered in the moonlight, endowing her with the grandeur of a goddess.

Ramon Ulysses could not believe his eyes. Impossible. It could not be her. Not her.

“Aqua Bitch!” he exclaimed, swinging his weapon once again towards her path. But he was too slow, and she was upon him in mere seconds. With the gracefulness of a swan, she somersaulted forward, her hands latching on to his outstretched arm with a steely grip. Aided by uncanny skill, she balanced expertly on it in a handstand that would make an Olympic gymnast jealous. Time stood still for Ramon as he found himself momentarily distracted by her long slender, magnificent legs stretching skyward, with her erotic toes pointed. He could see the sequined panties, usually hidden beneath the skirt, in the space between her powerfully built thighs and the blond wisps of hair that teasingly peeked from it. His nose was assaulted by the natural smell of sea water and the unnatural odor of his potion coming from her long blond tresses draped over his arm.

Damn! The stuff must have worn off!

A round of gunfire shattered him from his adoration of the beauteous heroine. The remainder of his men, four in total, piled from out of the doors, Uzis trained on the blonde vigilante before them. With a small smile, Aquagirl twisted her body, coming out of her astonishing handstand and twisting his arm behind his back. Landing on the soles of her bare feet, she forcefully squeezed, causing the pirate to grit his teeth in pain, and send his gun clattering to the deck.

“Well look who I found!” she said. “A new player for our little game!”

“Step away from the boss, you sea slut!” one of the men said, wearing a bandanna and shades. “This game’s over! The fat lady has sung.”

“Shoot her, you moron!” Ramon screamed, but cringed as the Aquatic Avenger squeezed his arm harder.

“I don’t think you want to do that…” she grinned. “Why don’t you just put those toys down on the ground and kick them to me?”

“SHOOT HER!!” Ramon screamed again, his face visually livid. “Take the damn shot!!”

Not waiting for anyone of Ulysses’s goon squad to make a move, Aquagirl shoved her adversary forward into his minions. Flailing wildly, the malevolent buccaneer was powerless to halt his stride, and soon found himself entangled with the man with the bandanna and shades. Just as the two separated themselves, their beauteous nemesis neatly leapfrogged over Ulysses’s head and into the midst of her enemies. Once again, her radiant beauty caused the pirates to stop and behold, the swell of her magnificent bosom drawing their eyes like moths to a flame. But sadly, just like moths to a flame, that would prove to be their undoing.

In one fluid motion, the Magnificent Mariner brought her right leg up and somersaulted forward in a flip kick. The heel of her right foot caught Ramon across his chin, sending the villain flying backward until his head bounced off the metal railing, where he went out like a light. As the blond Protector landed on the balls of her sensual bare feet, the rest of the sea crooks was already aiming their weapons, their fingers slowly tightening the trigger. With unnatural speed, her left leg lashed out, connecting with a kick in the man with the shades’ stomach. “Offff…” he muttered, doubling over in pain. Balancing on his shoulders, she leaped off the floor, the ball of her right foot meeting the second thug’s jaw. An astonished howl escaped his lips as his body twisted in midair, and slammed into the deck like a sack of potatoes. Using the momentum from her kick and keeping her grip on the first thug, Aquagirl twisted her body, tossing him into his third cohort. Both bodies collided with a numbing thud, and sunk to the deck entwined unconsciously in each other’s arms.

There was only one left, and he nervously fumbled with his Uzi. Aquagirl slowly sauntered to him and stood with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart, triumphant.

“I think this is the part where you say ‘I surrender’.” She quipped.

The pirate instantly dropped his gun and raised his hands above his head. “Exactly!”

Minutes later, as the criminals were rounded up by the cruise security freed from the ‘brig’, grateful passengers swarmed the aquatic heroine, singing praises and giving her handclaps of gratitude. The now darkened sky seem to temporary become day from the multiple flashes of cameras illuminating the night, capturing the sensation form of their savior.

The crowd parted as the captain, supported by the crew doctor, made his way to where she stood. Silence crept over the multitude as he bowed before her.

“How…can I ever repay you?” he asked.

“I’ve already been repaid.” She grinned, her blue eyes twinkling. “Justice… was the debt owed and fulfilled.”

“Thank you.” Captain Cook said. “It is good to know that individuals like you still exist in these dark and trying times.”

Wendy felt a warm feeling come over her at those words. It made her realize how much love she had for her duty as the Protector of the Oceans.

With a second bow, the captain vanished into the crowd, leaving her at the mercy of reporters that had shredded their civilian disguises. Trying not to appear too rude, Wendy decided to stay for a few more minutes to answer some of the rapid fired questions. However, her enhanced hearing detected something in the distance. It was a panicked cry for help.

Someone was in danger.

Without a thought, she dived headlong over the railing into the water below. Nothing matter now except that an innocent was in danger. The ocean welcomed her with open arms as she exploded below the surface in a mass of bubbles. One stroke followed another as Aquagirl swam with a speed that could easily outstrip that of even the fastest sea creatures. Within mere seconds, the lights of the cruise ship were as distant and interchangeable as the stars in the sky.

Aquagirl’s blond tressed head pushed up out of the water. “This is the place, I’m sure of it…” she said to herself as she took a look around. Nothing but moonlight waters and dark skies greeted her from miles around.

“Did I…imagine it?” the Aquatic Avenger wondered, sinking below the surface to see if the person she had heard was there. Yet, she saw nothing but the beautiful native marine life. Just as she was about to leave, she felt something suddenly wrap around her ankle and pull with an astonishing force. So fast and sudden was the tug that she had no time to react. Her hands clawed the water, but she could not stop the momentum. The seabed rushed past her as she was dragged along. She glanced forward, and could see that she was being drawn to the mouth of a dark cave. When she reached it, her forceful jaunt was halted just as suddenly as it began.

Freedom was the first instinct that sprung to mind. Her hand reached to her ankle, frantically pulling at the tentacle that ensnared it. Tentacle? Yes, the object that had her in such a viselike grip was definitely a tentacle, a thick silvery snakelike thing that was a big around as her wrist. She continued to struggle against it, but it was all for nothing.

“I’ve been so foolish.” She mentally reprimanded herself. The voice, the tentacle…it was all a trap. She had taken the bait and played her role as bumbling super heroine to the max.

All of a sudden, three more tentacles shot from out of the shadows of the cave, wrapping around the rest of her limbs, and pulling them taut in a spread-eagle position. Aquagirl thrashed about violently in her bonds, but her great strength was no match for the thick tentacles.

Then she sensed movement in the ink-black darkness of the cavern. Something was emerging from it, a huge spherical shadow that sounded like thunder in the water as it drew near. As her blue eyes fell upon it, her lips opened as a mixture of fear, surprise, and anger flashed across her striking features. Although she could not speak underwater, she nevertheless mouthed the exclamation “Merciful Poseidon…”

A giant eyeball was staring back at her.

Fear renewed her struggle. She tried to pull the tentacles from the eyeball with all of her might, hoping to break them off. Again, her attempt was a failure. The sphere began to separate down the middle, opening a darkness-drenched mouth of doom. She felt the tentacles constrict, as if to make sure their hold was steady on their prey. Then, they began to pull her towards the sphere, towards the ominous new opening inside it. Aquagirl’s lips parted in a silent “NO!” as she fought against them, kicking with her mighty legs, tugging with her powerful arms, with her majestic breasts bouncing from her resistance.

She felt the tentacles slipping, losing their grip on her voluptuous body. But, just as she was about to slip free, two tentacles wrapped around her toned midsection and gave her one mighty squeeze. Aquagirl’s mouth opened in a scream as the air was forced from her lungs. Disoriented and weakened, she gave no more resistance as the other tentacles retrieved her and dragged her into the menacing sphere.

The opening in the sphere closed behind her with a resounding CLANG.

In the darkness, Wendy felt the tentacles release her onto a spongy like surface. She could hear the water being siphoned out of the sphere. Somehow, light from an unknown source illuminated the small chamber, cursing the heroine with the sight of her prison. Small glowing panels covered the entire surface that surrounded her.

“Where am I?” she demanded, as soon as the interior was void of water. “Whoever you are, release me this instant!”

Just as the beautiful crime fighter uttered those words, thin golden tentacles seemingly appeared from nowhere, binding her wrists and ankles together and stretching her body taut. A second pair appeared, slowly slithering up her attractive form like twin snakes.

“Why should you be thrown back, Aquagirl?” A deep, haunting voice boomed through hidden speakers. “You are such a bountiful catch. I hope you have a sense of humor…because the next few seconds…will definitely require it.”

“Let me go!!” Aquagirl grunted. “Who are you? What are you going to do to me?”

There was no response, at least not verbally. The tentacles that had traveled over her body hovered dangerously over her glittering green and gold bustier. Before the Magnificent Mariner could react, her garment was pulled off by them. Her firm creamy-white breasts danced free from their cloth prison. For a few seconds, the pointed tips of the tentacles massaged the area around her light brown nipples, causing them to arise instantly.

“No…please…release me!” Aquagirl pleaded, but only the echo of her voice was the only sound she heard. There was no one to help her now. She was powerless against the snakes that violated her body. She cursed herself for feeling so aroused as she felt the erotic warmth of her chest filtered through the rest of her body.

After causing the sea-dwelling Protector’s nipples to hardened, the tentacles lifted up and began to transform once again, the tips blossoming into nipple cups, exactly the size of Aquagirl’s. With a taunting slowness, they returned to her curvaceous chest, connecting with her rock-hard nipples.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!” Aquagirl screamed, squirming wildly, trying to escape from the severe coldness of the cups on her nipples. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

A hiss was heard, and the Aquatic Avenger could see a peculiar green substance flowing through the tentacles to her breasts. At the same time, the other tentacles that bound her separated her wrists and ankles, once again placing her in the vulnerable spread-eagle position.

“This substance is the pride of my arsenal.” Her invisible tormentor spoke once again, a specter beholding his work. “Its unique property is the ability to heighten the nervous system to such an advance degree that a mere stroke across your arm…will induce uncontrollable laughter. Observe…as if you had a choice anyway.”

A tentacle appeared from the ceiling, with a pure white feather at the tip. Wendy struggled against her bonds as the feather drew near her prominent cleavage. But she could not get away. Helplessly, she watched as the tip glided softly across her breasts.

“Hahaha...”she burst out laughing. “How…hahahahahaha…can’t stop…laughing…”

Other tentacles popped out from the sides, attacking her snowy-white cleavage with long white feathers of their own. Wendy giggled insanely, gyrating violently to escape from the tickling tentacles, but remained well in their reach.

“Heeheehee…hahahahahaha….stop….don’t stop…can’t stop…hahahahaha!!” she howled with laughter, her golden locks thrashing wildly as tears poured from her eyes. “Please…mercy….hahahahaha…I beg you….stop….heeheeheehee!”

But her pleading only made more tentacles appear. Two pairs tickled her armpits, while one stroked the areas between her outstretched fingers. Another one boldly explored the blond forest in her panties, while two more assaulted her toned stomach and sides. She felt a feather graze her rounded buttocks teasingly, and she wriggled involuntarily. The underwater vigilante was being hit at all sides at once, and the combination of tickling and squirming was taking its toll on her curvaceous constitution.

“Hahahaha…stokes across my chest…tickling….heeheeheehee….I feel….tired.” she admitted through her peals of laughter. “Can’t…hahaha…fight….heeheehee…sleep….” It felt like hours had past since she first experienced the tickling onslaught.

The tentacles gradually pulled back from her beautiful body except two that hovered over her chest. While the others had stopped tickling her body, the feathers turned towards her bare feet, vulnerable in her bonds. Her blue eyes widening in fear, Aquagirl shook her head furiously.

“Please…no. Not…not…my feet!” she pleaded between gasps. “That…my weak spot…as well…cannot…take that…that and my breasts…make me sleepy…”

“Now why did you go and tell us that for?” the voice chuckled sinisterly. “Continue.”

As one, the golden tentacles sprung on them, stroking the soles, between her shapely toes, and the arches. The two over her chest continued as well, with no flesh left unscathed.

“HAHAHAH…nonononono…hahahahah!” the Aquatic Avenger hooted uncontrollably, her voluptuous form shaking as if in a seizure.

Soon, her laughter became quieter as her eyelids became heavier. The fatigue from her torment had finally overcome her, as her blond tressed head bobbed slowly from side to side. Her blue eyes began to water. The images of the tentacles became blurry and darken. Soon, her body was still, with only her naked breasts rising and falling.

“Who…whoever you are...” she whispered. “You have won. I…I can’t…beat you…knew my weaknesses…can’t stay awake…but will…will get revenge…justice…justice will always…prevail…I…will not…be…defeated…be see you…when…I wake…up..”

With that, Wendy Wyman, the sensational Aquagirl, surrendered to unconsciousness.

Its task complete, the sphere slowly withdrew into the cave, blanketing itself in the shadowy interior.

END OF PRELUDE- OVERMASTER LIVES!
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Two weeks before invasion…The American Southwest

The Arizona Desert was a lonely stretch of heated sands, concrete roads, deadly cacti, and assorted wildlife that populated the dry and dreary landscape. There was nary a human soul for miles, save one. A solitary figure, hardly hiding her female attributes despite her clothing, made her way across the sandy land. A broad rimmed hat disguised her facial features and protected her from the harsh desert sun. The wind blew against her denim shirt, which barely clung to her toned frame. Her tight jeans and boots completed the outfit, accented only by the duffle bag strung over one of her lean shoulders. Pausing for a second in mid-stride, she wiped the sweat beading on her forehead, revealing a strand of her long raven black hair in the process.

She was on a journey in the world of mankind. Wherever she went, she righted wrongs and destroyed injustices. With a powerful gold dragon medallion that hung around her neck, a tangible legacy from her father, she could transform into a nearly invincible champion of justice.

She was the Martial Arts Maiden and sensei to The American Ninja Woman…THE KUNG-FU WOMAN!

But the Alluring Avenger’s services were not needed. Right now, she was just Shiang-Chi Caine, traveling in search of her ultimate destiny. After resting another minute, the Chinese-American continued on her lonely trek across the desert. She wanted to get as near as she could to the next town before sunset.

Just as she had taken a few steps, the wind began to pick up mysteriously, kicking up blinding clouds of sand. Shiang-Chi quickly shielded her eyes from the dust-filled onslaught, and continued on. However, she began to sense something ominous about the sudden change in weather. Her suspicion was confirmed when a large shadow literally swallowed the sun, plunging the desert into pitch darkness.

Then… a single light pierced the blackness.

A flaming shape swooped towards her from above. Shiang-Chi squinted involuntarily as the object neared. It was a dragon of pure fire, with wings of hot red plasma, and scales of white flames. As the clawed feet of the mythical creature touched the ground, a wall of flame magically ignited around her, effectively trapping her with the dragon. So intense and bitter was the heat rising from the dragon and the wall combined that the Oriental woman felt faint.

She had no idea how to react. Should she engage the dragon in combat? Her hand instinctively grasped the medallion beneath her clothes, the only coolness she felt in the hot zone. Her lips parted, and the invocation to transform into her alter ego was on the tip of her tongue. Suddenly however, the dragon exploded in a huge cloud of flames that slowly reformed into a human form.

But something told her he was not human. Yes, he had the form, complete with a billowing cape and haunting red eyes. Yet Shiang-Chi since evil…a pure raw naked malice that radiated from him. Before she could even think further on the mysterious being in her midst, he exploded in another blast of light, enveloping her senses. She cried out more in fear then pain, and found herself shuddering at what she had just witnessed. Who was he? What did this all mean? Why was she here?

Those questions flooding her mind remained unanswered as her vision returned. Her surroundings had changed. Now, a prison-like setting greeted her. Shiang-Chi glanced down at herself to discover that she was in the form of her sensational alter ego, the Kung-Fu Woman. Before her stood several other costumed women shackled together in a chain gang, watched over by strange robotic females with glowing blue staffs. All the heroines were unfamiliar to her, save one. She was clad in a black two-piece spandex bikini, with the unique symbol of a red Balisier emblazoned in the center of her underwear.

“Balisier Woman!” Kung-Fu Woman called out to her friend. But her mind was screaming disbelief. How could this be? Balisier Woman had been missing for many months now.

The one known as Balisier Woman glanced up at the Oriental superheroine, sadness clouding her features. With one trembling hand, she pointed towards Shiang-Chi.

Suddenly, the Alluring Avenger found herself falling to the ground, and was surprised to discover cold shackles, connected by a long chain to Balisier Woman, on her wrists.

Spying the fallen heroine, one of the females marched over and roughly hauled her to her feet.

“Unhand me!!” Kung Fu Woman yelled, giving the armored being a powerful roundhouse kick. Or she would have, if her ankles weren’t clamped together as well. Sneering at the captured Shaolin superheroine, the soldier shoved her on the ground. Before she could get back up, he mounted her, squeezing her forcefully with his cold metal-covered legs. Struggling to breath, the Oriental woman was unprepared for the metal covered hands to slowly trace the symbols of the ying-yang patches on the nipples of her otherwise naked bronze breasts. The response was instant, as the nipples rose into hardened spires.

“No…release me…” she murmured, feeling her fantastic power draining from her sensual limbs. There was no doubt why she was so severely weakened.

“Impure thoughts…very potent…weakening my Tits of Tai-Chi…my Shaolin Breasts…” she sighed, her brown eyes fluttering behind her red satin mask. Her nose detected the familiar scent of chloroform, but there was no cloth or rag in sight. It was as if the very air she breathed was the famous anesthetic. Her head started to swim, as the chloroform performed its function.

“Pathetic.” A strange, deep voice declared. “This is only the beginning, my little Kung-Fu Woman. A prelude to the first act of the play. Even with your vaunted powers…even with friends…you won’t be able to halt the Harvest. I know everything there is to know…about you and your teammates. The Protectors’ future…is nonexistent.”

At that, Shiang-Chi’s mind snapped out of the chloroformed haze. She gazed into the face of her attacker, only to gasp in surprise. There was no armored soldier, only a shadowy figure that returned her gaze with blazing red eyes, filled with hate.

“You?!” the curvaceous crusader demanded, her voice half fearful and half angry. The figure did not respond, at least not verbally. Instead, his hands silently grasped her shapely bronze breasts. Kung Fu Woman shuddered, feeling an unnatural cold surging through her body, a physical manifestation of his evil.

Suddenly, she felt the hands tighten…and twist. It was not gentle or delicate, but a hard twist on two of the most sensitive organs of the female anatomy. The Alluring Avenger opened her mouth to scream…but it was silent.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!” at least, it was in her nightmare.

Shiang-Chi rose out of her slumber bag, practically covered with sweat. Brushing strands of her long unkempt hair from her face, she glanced around nervously, expecting an enemy to jump out and attack. Thankfully, she was still alone in the desert, blanketed by the starry night sky. The cool night winds endeavored to blow out the small campfire that she built earlier. Sitting up, Shiang-Chi rubbed her eyes, calming herself.

It was only a dream...was it?

The Oriental woman hugged her knees and shuddered. Was she brave enough to answer that question?
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Wow...I f'n love your stories....so hot and erotic...reminds me of like some old comic book or something
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batgirl1969 wrote:Wow...I f'n love your stories....so hot and erotic...reminds me of like some old comic book or something
Thank you!

I enjoyed writing them. Wish I could have finished.
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Character Name: The Overmaster

Secret Alias: Unknown; Determined at various times to be soldier of fortune Snake-Eyes, Colonel Jack Hamilton, reporter Peter Swift, and various SIA agents

Status: Commander/Creator of The Synturions

Also Known As: The Chloroform King, The Slumber Tyrant, The Armored Predator, The Sinister Scorn of Heroines

Likes: Advancement of humankind, Seinfeld, George Orwell, whimpers, pleading, the terror-stricken looks, and helplessness of heroines.

Dislikes: Superheroines; Protectors of any type

Sexual Preference (Hetero, Bi, lesbo, Gay): Hetero



Appearance:
The Overmaster wears stylishly sleek silvery blue insectoid-esque armor that covers his whole body, with red accents. His metal gloves(with long, blood red talons) and boots are blood red, and his helmet and face plate is gold, covering his entire face. Even his eyes, hidden behind black lenses, are a mystery. A dark blue cape billows behind his seven foot tall frame and shrouds his entire body.


Powers:
* Command of Synturions: Overmaster, creator of the chloroform-powered Synturions, can control them with a mere thought, and can speak through them, as well as remote-view a situation through their spotlight eyes.

*Super-physical Attributes: To match his various Protector foes, Overmaster has great superhuman strength, reflexes, and senses. He also has a super-intelligent mind, and engineering prowess; whether this is linked to the procedure that created him, or was a part of Kirby's natural abilities remain to be seen.

*Unlimited Resources: Able to create various types of Synturions, from the basic "Fighter" Synturions, to the snake-like "Lurker", as well as having the ability to build giant air bases(such as the eye-shaped Nimrod) and various island bases(such as Overmaster Island), Overmaster seem to be able to have the resources to launch successful global campaigns against Protectors.

*Superheroine Defeat Skills: Thanks to the armor's millennia-length knowledge, Overmaster has knowledge in superheroine hypnosis/mind control, tickle torture, sexual stimulation/submission, and plastification. Most of these skills he has programmed into his Synturions.

*?: His suit, although having parts from Changra technology, have abilities that can't be catalogued, such as teleportation, and a phletora of defenses.

History:

It was summer in 1976 when they first appeared. Synturions, the infamous Heroine-Hunters, prowled the shadows of Port-Of-Spain and various cities around the globe, initially violently pursuing crooks. They would maim them, but rarely, if ever, would cripple or kill them. The point was to lure the heroines, many being members of Thunderbolt Woman's Protectors of Justice, on paths of investigation of these newfound vigilantes. When the heroines investigated, the Synturions began their assault.

The first wave of Protectors fell with ease. Their defeats were anything but subtle, however; whenever a Synturion would launch an attack on a heroine, its robotic brain would broadcast the battle on local television, interrupting the television signals in the area. Viewers would watch, spellbound, as their colorful champions of justice were brutally assaulted, sexually humilated, and finally, unmasked, their secret identities marred forever. Of course, this also was a moot point, as said revealed heroine would disappear forever...carried off by the Synturions never to be seen again.

Initially in disarray from the attacks, the Protectors regrouped and mounted a counter-offensive. They were only slightly successful in beating back their new foes, and finding a mastermind behind them: Overmaster. Presenting himself as an ageless conqueror who used his Synturions to capture and sexually enslave superheroines millennia ago, it would take Thunderbolt Woman leading a charge on his first home base of Overmaster Island, and destroying it, to learn the truth.

Presumed dead in this first of many final battles between him and the Protectors, Overmaster would reveal his origin. Decades ago, he was an explorer who, stranded on Amazonia(home of the Changra Tribe, the people of Ocelot Woman of the 1940s) found a cursed suit of armor, a leftover weapon from the ancient Changra Civil War. The armor had programming in it to decimate the tribeswomen...thus Overmaster was really an innocent victim of the armor. Possessed by said armor, the unnamed explorer resurrected Overmaster and his trademark Synturions into a new age...the 1970s.

Many battles unfolded between the Synturions and Protectors, secret struggles between good and evil known as the so-called Overmaster Wars. They raged about the globe, and there were losses on both sides of the conflict. The sensational Thunderbolt Woman, along with her second-in-command, Metro City's Amazing Woman, could only watch in horror as their comrade in arms, unmasked via television, vanished forever into the Synturions' silvery clutches. Such Protectors as Tabiquite Tigress, Oma of Oropouche, Amazing Girl, Soca Girl, and Shazzan would have their very existance erased, never to be heard from again.

After many subsequent "resurrections", Overmaster would return to a new base on his old stomping grounds, Overmaster Island, for a final all-out "war" between his old enemies. Having arrogantly built his throneroom over the mouth of a simmering volcano(with a transparent floor), Overmaster challenged the team of Thunderbolt Woman, Amazing Woman, Rohanna, and Jungle-born heroine Radeeka of Rio Claro to hand-to-hand combat. Initially being overwhelmed by the quartet, Overmaster used Rohanna as leverage, threatening to shatter the floor and send her plunging into the magma. Without thinking, Thunderbolt Woman shoots him with a Thunderbolt, sending the evil maniac to his red-hot doom.

Thus, the Overmaster's threat to superheroinekind ended...until secret operations from SIA somehow retrieved the armor from its burial site within the volcano. After capturing the soldier of fortune known as Snake-Eyes, the superspy organization set into motion a top-secret organization known as "The Nemesis Protocol". After extensive mental manipulation, the operatives forced Snake-Eyes into the armor, transforming him into a new reiteration of the Overmaster horror. Their reasoning was simple: the superheroine population was growing too powerful, and had to be halted in its tracks.

Returned to sentience, the Overmaster set to work on his eternal task of capturing superheroines. His first order of business was the destruction of the hidden Changra Villiage, the home of Princess Reanna(Ocelot Woman 1940), and the capture of the remaining Changrians. Then...revenge on Thunderbolt Woman for his "death".
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Mosey over to From The Back of A Dusty Video Box( http://fromthebackofadustyvideobox.blog ... aster.html)to get the playlist for Overmaster Wars! Tis the season for frightening tales, ghosts, goblins, and chloroform-powered female robots!
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4/24/12 - Just something I wrote for the new "Overmaster Wars: Emperor" series. In all honesty, I'm busy with the novel, thus the only reason it will never be completed...at least, not yet. This series would star Paulposer's Shining Star, Angelic_Kitten's Gabriella, Paulposer's White Venus and many others against a all new, all different Overmaster.

Here is a sneak peek at the first installment of Emperor:

Overmaster Wars
Emperor: Sneak Preview
By M. Hadley a.k.a. The Unknown Fan


An alarming realization struck the powerful Don of Delta City, Salvador Silvia, as he waited patiently at his table, flanked by his Number Two and a boisterous stripper in a star-spangled bikini. Surrounding him was a colorful cast of rogues: to his left were the sensational Asian criminal siren known as the Empress of Dragons, her entourage of sexy kunochi in barely-there ninja jumpsuits, the circus ringmaster-themed Master of Ceremonies, his clown henchmen, sword-swallower, and the second-in-command of his Crime Circus, the Bearded Lady,. To his right was the yellow and black striped Queen Bee, her similarly themed Hive Girls(brainwashed supermodels all), and the old mad scientist known simply as “The Lord”, with his massively overgrown simple-minded behemoth of a son, “The Disciple”.



He leaned over to whisper in the ear of Jacob Glass, his Number Two. “I need a costume.”



The always reserved Jacob blinked for a second, before replying, “But you are a businessman, sir.”



“Aren’t you always talking about healthy competition in the marketplace, Jakey-boy?” Don Silvia spat slightly, half in jest, half in annoyance as he ran his coarse fingers through the red locks of the stripper sitting in his lap, snuggling against him.



“We sell drugs and protection, sir.” Glass replied without missing a beat. “Not insanity. We’re in the midst of madmen, low-lives, and thieves, whose various motivations are all over the place. They are not your competition, sir.”



The stripper chuckled heartily at the madmen remark, joined by the Don.



“Yeah, you’re right.” The crimelord agreed composedly. “ It’s not like we’re losing customers…just, the fear thing…that’s what I’m talking about. I worry about my reputation, Jakey-boy. It’s not what it used to be. The store owners pay up, sure. But you can see the defiance in their eyes, and its not because of the superbroads prancing around in their short underwear. I only have the muscle-bound mooks in too little suits, armed with pistols, blackjacks, and other forms of crippling technology. How can you compete for fear with a broad that can control carnivorous bees or a man with a mind-controlling top hat and a fire breather that worships him like a god?”



“People put their stock in fear too much, in my opinion.” Glass coolly took a sip of his brandy. “Fear turn people against you. Fear makes you lose business. Respect is what you want, sir. Respect…is something you can buy and sell.”



The Don stared at his lieutenant for a second, his eyes narrowing into slits as he considered the possibilities. “You’re a good brain, Jakey-boy.”



Glass smiled embarrassingly, basking in his employer’s praise. “I got the business cards right here. I can pass them out after the festivities. Of the crop, I think Queen Bee and the Empress of Dragons can be bought-”



“Why the hell we’re here…and how long we have to wait, Jakey-boy?” Don Silvia moaned, polishing off his liquor in one gulp and slamming the glass on the table as hard as he could without shattering it.



“Aw…you don’t like my company?” the stripper pouted playfully, crossing her arms over her bountiful chest.



“Of course, sweet thing.” The Don nudged her chin with his index finger and thumb. “But I have a stripper pole in my office…and you’d look better with the Delta City skyline behind you than this seedy setup…”



“Actually, ‘Yoshiwara’ is a brilliant name for a strip club, boss.” Glass smirked, reclining in his plush chair. “Just like the Japanese red-light district, we’re here for carnal pleasures, and disarmed at the door. Someone had class when they opened this joint.”



“Anybody can read Wikipedia, Jakey-boy.” Don Silvia snorted. “But…you got a good brain, nevertheless.”



There was a subvert nervousness, uncharacteristic of his superior, that Jacob Glass was picking up on. It was healthy paranoia, one trait vital to the operation of helmed by a brilliant leader. The host of the informal get-together was unknown, and his emissaries mysterious. Glass was still baffled by how the hooded figure had effortlessly infiltrated their fortress-like skyscraper headquarters, a feat failed by many of Delta City’s superhuman champions. It was as if he had simply materialized within the expansive office of the Don, undaunted by the impressive level of firepower wielded by the mob boss’s security.



The voice of the intruder was mechanical, as if filtered through an intercom. He had simply extended an invitation to Yoshiwara, a fresh component to the Don’s metropolitan empire. The enigmatic creature waited for no answer. Before the stunned Don could whip out his own golden Magnum, the cloaked being had vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. The Don thought it initially beneath him to play to another’s tune, especially someone that was unknown. However, he also thought it a sign of weakness, a crack in the veneer of invincibility he had so long crafted as Delta City’s greatest underworld figure, if he did not show his face for the proceedings.



Now the kingpin waited, successfully hiding his bated breath, for what would unfold next. His right hand lingered near his left golden cufflink, a secret summoner for his ubiquitous army of enforcers, stationed in front of the club and hidden around it.
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