The BOSS files Part 1 As the blue convertible pulled to a stop in the strip club parking lot, Sheri leaned over and gave Lily a kiss full on the lips. Both girls were splayed out in the back seat. Sheri jumped out and as she walked away, waved to Al in the driver's seat. Sheri turned back and watched the car pull away. "Was that woman in the back still naked?" The question seemed to come from an empty UPS truck parked a few feet away. The red head turned and regarded the truck. "Techie, is that you?" She asked. "Was you following us the whole way here?" "I was supposed to be giving you a ride," said the truck. It folded up and in on itself, reforming into a roughly humanoid figure about 8 feet tall. The robot looked down on Sheri, with more than a little amusement. "You were late, rattletrap! I needed a ride to make sure I got here in time." Sheri brushed back her long hair with her fingers and looked down at her clothes. She was wearing just a `Hard Rock Caf‚' T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs. She didn't mind the sensation of not wearing a bra, but after a couple hours of intense stimulation her pussy needed something more comfortable than just denim on her crotch. She wasn't wearing panties either. "Did you bring my bag?" A small door opened in the robot's chest revealing a black, nylon sports bag. Sheri took it and walked around to one side of the club, to an area concealed by brush. "You got a ride all right!" Techie shook his head and followed. "I've never seen anyone do that with an ear of corn before. Didn't it hurt?" When they were both concealed from the parking lot by the brush, Sheri opened the bag and set it on the ground. She began to strip. "Not if you do it right!" Once she was naked she set her clothes in the bag and pulled out a black, one-piece outfit that slipped on tightly over her curvaceous form, covering her lower torso and abdomen. It clung tightly to her breasts with strips of adhesive. Next, she attached a wide white belt around her waist that buckled with a cloisonn‚ emblem of a maraschino cherry, it's stem lit on the end like a cartoon bomb. Finally she slipped on black bracers and boots. "Ah, it's good to be back in adaptive molecules again!." She pulled out a small mirror and case and brushed on some rouge and mascara. "Is the make-up really necessary?" The robot was looking around. "We're going to be late." "What time is it?" She was brushing her hair now, checking in her mirror to make sure it looked neat to where it ended in the middle of her back. "2:29 A.M. and 25 seconds, according to the atomic clock." He looked back at her zipping up her bag. "You've got 35 seconds left." The door in his chest opened again, allowing her to stow her bag. "You can be so anal sometimes!" "Don't you know it!" He said with pride. A massive mechanical phallus extended itself from his lower torso. He thrust out his hips and posed with arms akimbo for a moment. She giggled and pushed on the phallus until it had retracted and sealed itself away with a click. "Later!" She said. "Now let's get inside. Rook wants this guy Sunder under lock and key as soon as possible, so he can negotiate for Megalith's release from prison." She strode confidently towards the front door of the strip club. Techie stopped and looked to the road somewhat longingly. "Why are we doing this again?" "So we can get paid!" She glared at him until he was standing behind her at the door. "Now come over here, let's get this over with!" Big Ed's Strip Club was one of the few intelligent investments Sunder had made since joining BOSS. The Bureau Office of Special Services paid its operatives well for their work, but was not as lucrative as the hauls made by a moderately successful supervillain. The club Sunder had built was raking in money hand over fist. It had already paid for itself, and he was tentatively looking into building a second location. He sat back in his custom-built lounge chair and smiled in satisfaction as Candy, his favorite stripper, took the stage. The outside door opened and all eyes turned to regard the two strange figures who had entered the room. The first was a red head, about 5'10", wearing a costume emblazoned with a single cherry on her waist. The stem was lit like a bomb. Behind her stood an 8 foot tall robot. He had to duck to get in the door, and now stood there blocking the exit and regarding the scene coolly. Sunder stood. He was 7 foot tall himself, so the girl had to look way up to meet his gaze as she strode confidently up to him. What's more he was 5 feet wide and made of solid muscle. "What's this about?" He asked. He glared slightly, but she didn't appear to be intimidated. Five of the seven patrons left in the bar moved off, giving the girl plenty of room. The other two were too inebriated to move, and sat propped in their chairs watching ESPN on the single big screen TV that adorned the room. "I was hoping for an audition." She strutted up to him and placed her hands on his chest. "We're not hiring." He didn't like the look of her one bit. She was going to be trouble. "Are you sure? My act can be quite." She leaned forward to whisper the last word and two of the standing patrons dived for cover behind the stage. ". explosive." And with that the club was rocked by a massive shock as the molecules of the girls body explosively disassociated themselves. Sunder was thrown back to the wall. What remained of his clothing hung in tatters on his body. The hair on his body and face had been seared off. The remains of his chair burned at his feet. "Shit," was all he could think. "I knew I should have worn my costume under my clothes." The patrons and staff scattered with remarkably few injuries. The two drunks watching TV had been blown towards the stage, and were now laying on the floor unconscious. The alcohol had relaxed them so thoroughly though that they'd wake up in a few minutes with nothing more than nasty headaches. One of the two patrons who had dived behind the stage now vaulted over and hung in the air. Her clothes were bathed in static as they shifted to become a yellow and blue skintight body suit. She raised her arms and lightning erupted out at the stricken giant. Sunder was stunned helpless, unable to react. "I win Stretch! I told you he couldn't be circumcised!" The other would-be patron behind the stage shot out of his clothes like a rubber band and landed on Sunder. He was dressed in a red and yellow coating of adaptive molecules. His face was partially concealed by a red domino mask, fitted with yellow lenses. "I'll kiss your ass later, Joule!" His arms wrapped around Sunder several times, stretching out like elastic. Then he extended his legs around two columns placed on either side of the door where the robot stood. "Business first!" His legs contracted, launching him and the overgrown club owner at the door. "Incoming!" he yelled with glee, letting go just of Sunder just as they reached the entrance way. The robot stepped aside and opened the door, allowing Sunder to fly unimpeded out the door. A crash followed, indicating Sunder had struck one of the vehicles parked outside. Techie continued to hold the door as Joule flew out the door, quickly followed by Stretch, running on fantastically long legs. "Coming, Cherry Bomb?" He asked. She was already beginning to resolidify on stage. "Just let me pull myself together," she smiled. "I'll be there in a moment." Techie walked out, and quickly saw where the action had resumed. Joule hovered over the ground about 20 feet from the car that Sunder had wrecked in his landing. He was trying to stand just as she played the wreck with electricity, igniting the ruptured gas tank and engulfing Sunder and the car in flames. Sunder screamed in rage and ran from the inferno. He plowed into Stretch standing nonchalantly nearby and began to pummel him mercilessly with his massive fists. The blows had no effect. It was like punching taffy. "Boy, are you upset! Got a bug up your ass or something?" Stretch's neck and arm extended out under Sunder's crotch and regarded his posterior as Sunder continued pummeling the rest of his body. Stretch pushed one elongated finger between the clenched cheeks and deep into his anus as if searching for something. Sunder howled in surprise and grabbed Stretch's neck from between his legs, pulling it up until he regarded the plastic foe face to face. "Nothing in there!" He announced. "You know, hairless is a good look for you." Sunder balled him up using both hands and tossed him over his shoulder into the fire, eliciting a satisfying yelp of pain. "Surrender yourself, Sunder!" Cherry Bomb was walking out the front door. "We don't want to kill you, we just need you to cooperate for awhile." "And if I refuse?" Sunder was furious, but already reeling from the battering he had taken. "C'mon, Ed," she pleaded. "We're too much for you and you know it. If you resist you'll get hurt. If you give in you'll be treated fairly until we can negotiate a trade with BOSS." Sunder regarded them for a second. They had a point. But it was not an option. If he knuckled under now his reputation would be ruined and he'd be branded a coward. He shook his head. "No dice, bitch. Come and get me." And Cherry Bomb moved to do just that. "Is this really what you consider a fair fight, Joule?" A man stood atop a wave of water in the parking lot just outside the action. He was dressed in a bodysuit that was adorned with a blue and white ripple effect. He raised his hands and a torrent of water erupted from them at Joule. She tried to dodge, but was knocked back and stunned by the force of the water. "We realize you didn't need the help," two women stood in front of the building regarding Sunder, Techie, and Cherry bomb. One was dressed in shimmering blue tights and a double breasted jacket, adorned with epaulets and gold braid with stars. She had gold and white gloves and boots. The other wore a black bodysuit from her wrists to her ankles, with white gloves and boots. She was decorated with a wide belt, inset with several large buttons. This was the woman who spoke. "But it was either this or sit home watching pro-wrestling again." She tapped a button on her belt and leaped into the air at Cherry Bomb. "Naughty girl," Techie slammed her hard with one metal arm, knocking her to the ground. "Mustn't touch." She fell to her knees momentarily and Techie seized the opportunity. He moved in behind her and pinned down her arms trapping her. "Fuck her up good, Techie!" Cherry Bomb smiled. "Sunder can wait, we'll bring Rook a whole set of heroes." "Good idea, Cherry!" Techie's groin opened, extending a small blade that whipped forward, slitting open the crotch of Stim's costume. The blade then retracted to be replaced by two mechanical cocks, the top one slightly thinner and more flexible, the bottom covered by small bumps and ridges. He pushed forward with his hips and Stim gasped as he filled both of her bottom-most holes. "Dream on, Cherry!" Blazon raised her sequined gloves and blasted the red-haired woman with a bolt of concussive light. The bolt took Cherry by surprise and it knocked her back through the door of the club. Blazon turned towards Techie, but there was nothing she dared do while the robot had Stim pinned like that. Stim struggled futilely against Techie's vise-like grip. Her stim-belt was set to boost her agility, which she had figured to be the most useful against Cherry Bomb, but that wasn't doing her any good now. The button to boost her strength was out of reach while the robot gripped her. There was only one button she could reach. She have to give it a try. With a click, the button depressed and her system was drained of its agility stimulating energy, to be replaced by a strange aphrodisiac pulse. She felt her sexuality increase by tenfold. Surge had Joule on the ground. His blasts of water kept her pinned to the ground as he watched the others battle on. "You should be happy, Joule. A lot of girls would do anything to have my living water washing over every orifice of their body." Joule used his inattention against him. While he stared at the battle between Stim and Techie, she built up a charge and let loose. The electricity flowed through his liquid body, overpowering him. He fell back unconscious. As the water returned to his body Joule noticed his costume disappear too, apparently it had been formed from the water as well. "Can't get rid of me that easy!" Stretch shouted and leapt up on Sunder's back, stretching out wrapping around several times. Blazon turned and leveled her arms at Stretch's head a second too late. "C'mere you!" With one hand he pulled back the foreskin on Sunder's cock, the other he wrapped around Blazon's head and shoulders - pulling her to head down to Sunder's crotch and forcing his cock into her mouth. Sunder gasped and tried to pull back, but there was nothing he could do without the risk of hurting Blazon. The sensations on his cock were already causing it to stir. Blazon nearly gagged as the cock quickly grew to fill her mouth. She couldn't see, Stretch covered her eyes, and she couldn't blast him without the possibility of knocking out herself or Sunder. There was only one way out. She began to suck greedily on the monster cock. Sunder felt weak, he wasn't expecting Blazon to do this - at least not so quick. Stretch was amazed. "Whoo! She can't get enough of that, can she?" He shifted his mass around and brought one hand behind Blazon's ass. A quick tug brought her blue tights down to mid thigh. She struggled slightly, but couldn't go far. Stretch extended two fingers and pushed one into each of the available holes, then lengthened each and expanded it to fill the available space. Blazon was filled to the brim on all 3 holes and moaned as she tried in vain to struggle free. Sunder watched in dismay, his cock was getting even harder but he tried his best to contain himself. "I think you're liking this a bit too much!" Stretch grinned evilly and Sunder felt pressure on his own ass again. Something pushed in and expanded, it must be Stretch's other hand, then began a short, even fucking motion. Stim meanwhile was rocking violently back and forth on Techie's dildos. She moaned and writhed like an expensive whore. Techie hadn't expected this. His dildos had feedback sensors distributed across their length, giving him similar sensations to what a normal man would feel. Except that he had one in Stim's pussy, and another in her ass - giving him twice the sensation. Stim shuddered in orgasm but kept right on bucking, Techie was going wild. He tried to pull back, but as soon as he released her arms Stim grabbed his and kept right on going. Techie felt his own orgasm, but being locked in a robotic body had no way to release. With the constant stimulation his robot cock refused to retract. He felt a second orgasm, and a third. He was overloading. His vision blanked, then finally all sensory input ceased. The robot slumped back to the ground. Stim lay on her hands and knees still shuddering, dripping with juice and sweat, the ass and pussy of her bodysuit hung in tatters. She pushed the button on her belt that would enhance her endurance, allowing her to recover more quickly. The constant sucking of his cock and the finger fucking he was receiving from Stretch were too much for Sunder. He bucked his hips violently and began to spurt cum down uncontrollably Blazon's throat. Blazon swallowed once, twice, three times - not spilling a drop. All the while Stretch kept up the rhythm in his ass. It was too much ,and Sunder passed out falling flat on his back. Stretch held Blazon on the ground where she had been sucking Sunder's cock. She knelt on all fours rocking back against his fingers as he finished what he had begun. He alternated the sizes of his fingers so that when the one in her ass was large, the one in her pussy was smaller, and vice versa. He kept alternating back and forth until she too shuddered in orgasm. Then he pulled the fingers from her crotch and stuck the one from her pussy, dripping with her juices, into her mouth. He uncovered her eyes and regarded her with a grin. "Finger lickin' good!" He said. A flash of light erupted from her eyes to his. Stretch's brain couldn't cope with the intensity and suddenness of the attack, and he collapsed unconscious to the ground. "I'm the best," she said as she pulled up her tights and straightened her jacket. Most people thought that her power somehow resided in her hands, but she could project light from anywhere on her body. With her eyes covered she couldn't risk shooting blindly and injuring a teammate, but she knew Stretch would eventually have to see her face if she complied. Sunder was resting peacefully, so she helped Stim to her feet and regarded the scene. Techie and Stretch were down - two to go. "All right, don't move!" Cherry Bomb sat on the naked, unconscious form of Surge, Joule stood nearby - arms crossed and smiling. "We're leaving here with our people and Sunder. If you try to stop us your friend here will be reduced to a minor drizzle." Stim and Blazon took a step back. "Joule, go jump-start our friend Techie please. We'll need a truck." As Cherry Bomb turned to Joule, Surge made his move. He pushed up on Cherry Bomb and used a blast of water to propel her into Joule, knocking them both into the outside wall of the club. He stood quickly and proceeded to spray them both mercilessly with jets of water, keeping them immobile and off balance. After a few seconds he had knocked Joule unconscious and concentrated on keeping Cherry Bomb next to her. As long as they stayed next to each other Cherry Bomb couldn't risk exploding. Stim moved over and stripped off Joule's uniform before using it to tie the two girls together. She secured their arms first, then tied them back to back around the waist. Finally she brought the uniform down between their legs. They were tied together intimately. She ripped a long strip from her own pants to blindfold Joule as well. Surge turned off his spray and Cherry Bomb glared at them. "We'll be back on the street in 12 hours tops," she spat. "Maybe," Stim smiled and regarded her, "but I don't think your boss will be too happy that he lost again." "I'll get you for this." "Be careful," said Stim. "I might like it!" She rubbed her swollen pussy and winked.