The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. This story
is based on the character of ‘shield’ created by and copyrighted by Mr. X as
can be seen at his website. This work should not be seen as a definitive
portrayal of the character as at the time of my writing of this story I have no
back ground nor stats for this character, only the beautiful images of Mr. X’s
creation. However, Mr. X has been very kind in the past to allow others to use
and abuse his characters and I am hoping he won’t mind my doing so yet again.
As always any elements that may be considered of original creation on my part
and that are not copyrighted by Mr. X are hereby declared works of public
domain by the writer, for use in whole or in part in any and all medium. Rook.
SHIELD VERSUS THE HORDE
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“The great khan had many skulls of fallen enemies fashioned into goblets from
which his lieutenants would quaff bitter wine sweetened with barley and honey
and mare’s milk to toast their victories at ceremonial gatherings.”
-the envoy of Tibet-
I.
The Delta City docks had seen many strange and unusual sights in its long
omnivorous tattered tarnished history, but as Shield squatted in the shadows of
the large upper deck of the great boom crane she wondered if it had every seen
the likes of what perplexing pageantry paraded in the midnight mists below her
now. For there, amongst the tendrils of night fog and lapping flat echoes of
water slapping gently at the great hulks of slumbering freighters, a small
group of figures labored in murky silence to unload crates from a freshly
lowered cargo net. What added a twist of surreal dementia to this common if odd
timed task, was the presence of the quirky super villainess Peek-a-boo! There
the slim little vixen huffed and howled hissing sharp retorts and orders to the
surly crew of wharf thugs she had rounded up for her nefarious nocturnal
activities.
Peek-a-boo had always been a second tier villainess usually teaming up with a
major league thug, often brought in for some added muscle, and Shield hesitated
peering around for signs of who the boss calling the shots may be? But there
was no sign of any waiting limo or hovering super villain at the fringes
looking on. Whoever Peek-a-boo was working for on this occasion, she had been
entrusted to carry out this assignment on her own initiative. Rather odd,
considering her history of questionable if not out right unstable actions!
Several of which had caused, if somewhat indirectly, to put her partners into
prison right along side her quailing form. Still, there was no denying her
power, and even alone with nothing but male wharf rats at her side it made
Shield bite her full lower lip as she eased out of the super structure of the
silent crane and slip easily down its cab windowed front.
While the possibility of a second set of evil eyes watching over their minions
task had predicated caution upon Shield’s actions, it had never once dictated
doubt. The young co-ed super heroine had much to prove to her aloof peers and
was inclined to brash and bold courses of action by her emotional youthful hot
headed persona. Once her coiled limbs felt the rush of action, she soon lost
the caution she had tutored to herself in the lace work of shadows up above and
began to eagerly spring from capacious toe hold to toe hold as she easily leapt
zigzagging down the towering support girders of the huge crane, until with a
whistling summersault in the air she landed loudly in full wide stance on a
pile of crates directly next to the startled group of men!
The men froze and stared at her, and what a sight she was to behold as well as
she knew! Before them crowning the stack of crates and now ringed in the lone
light of a nearby tarry brine encrusted time gnarled light pole, was haloed, an
imposing sight! A woman! With long thick luxurious hair of soft sable brown
that flittered and shimmered about her oval face in the almost windless night
mists, cascading coils of rich coffee brown locks over flowed her shoulders and
cascaded down like a water fall to pool in the gentle swells of her magnificent
bounding breasts. Her forehead was crowned with a shining tiara of beaten gold
upon which centered in the single rising crest was shallow cut a long ruby red
five pointed star. Below it her radiant high cheekbone face flashed piercing sea
gray eyes that twinkled like hard diamonds in the dark above the full red sneer
of her thick lips and small jutting chin. Upon her wondrous pearl skinned body
she wore a skin tight red single piece suit. Thin straps struggled to contain
the succulent swells of her heaving bosom in large red velvet cups. Upon the
right breast straining cup were a parade of four gold stars following the
inside crescent lip of her brimming over spilling cleavage. Below the ample
cups which shuddered to each contain the giddy breast twice as large as the
shapely woman’s head! There the suit narrowed again into two thin strands and
twisted over one another once to part again displaying the winking apparition
of her cute belly button and then re-join to cover the ample full hips and
tight soft groin. Upon the lower belly of the costume was embroidered the
emblem of a three point crested shield, lined in gold thread upon its border,
with a blue band across its top third with two columns of marching white stars,
seven in the top row and six in the bottom making thirteen shimmering five
pointed celestial winking eyes. Bellow these thirteen bands of alternating red
and white vertical stripes raced up to support the horizontal blue band of
stars. Seven red, six white, filling up the rest of the shield emblem flashing
above the silk camel toeing crotch. The single piece suit was held in place by
a thin wisp of a red tied bow in the back of her v-shaped muscular back, and
the French cut bottoms of the costume had three gold five pointed stars
arranged in a triangle pattern above her full and proud buttocks. On her
powerful shapely legs she wore a pair of black boots trimmed at the top in
large bands of gold which rose up to her knees and were lined upon the front of
each inky liquid shiny boot with a gold stripe which linked gold cuff to toe.
But the sight which eventually captured and transfixed each man’s unblinking
gaze, was the large round shield which the woman held upon her right forearm.
It was ringed in blue upon its outer convex surface, with a concentric band of
white, and then inside of that a band of red, and inside of that one last band
of blue again. Upon its direct center rose slightly a spherical boss of
shimmering gold tint cloudy glass that seemed to suckle at the very darkness
that seeped about it, as if it housed its own indirect illumination rather than
glinted by the dull refraction of the world around it. She held the shield by
two rather crude looking metal bands wielded into the beaten silver surface of
its inner concave arch. Upon her wrists she wore black arm bands that covered
her forearms from her slim wrists to her mid-forearms. The arm bands mirrored
her boots in being composed of the same black wimpled material upon which two
gold bands alternated upon the limpid black upon each wrist band. This then was
the appearance and dress of the lone woman who now towered over them in a wide
commanding stance of both menacing power and seductive allure!
So stunning was the apparition that it may well have been over a minute before
one of the stunned men dared to whisper, “what the-”
“I am Shield!” Shield rumbled in her throat, the low raspy sound seeming to
reverberate and grow in the open area narrowed by shrouds of fog, rather than
dwindle in its engulfing mass. “And I have come to take you away to jail.”
At the word, ‘jail’, the suspended animation the men seemed to have been under
shattered and the group of five swarthy wool coated sea flotsam erupted into a
scattered hodgepodge of action. Two simply leaped and vanished into the fog at
a dead sprint in opposite directions, only their echoing foot falls marking
their erased existence in the gray swirls of the sea mist. The other three,
perhaps out of being closer to her or being amidst the wadding of the cargo net
and waist high maze of crates, forgo fleeing and clumsily armed themselves with
whatever was at hand! For one this was little more than a rusty crow bar for
two others it was a more lethal pair of wicked looking glittering pole arm boot
hooks.
Shield snarled at the impudence of the stupid males who sought to resist her
will and leapt readily off the stack of crates, abandoning her advantage of
position for a high swooping shield smash attack at the nearest male! It was
just a few milliseconds before the jarring impact of her shield against the
damp wool cap of her cringing opponent when a little voice within her battle
feverish brain whispered, ‘what happened to Peek-a-boo?!’ that Shield noticed
the blur of speed out of the corner of her widening eye!
She had no sooner slammed into the crowbar welding thug with her indestructible
shield when Peek-a-boo slammed into the small of her unguarded back with two
powerful knees. Shield was driven down in a collapsing heap onto the
unconscious wharf rat. The wind knocked out of her, leaving her gasping and
helpless despite her enhanced strength her shield gave her, she coughed and
sputtered unable to defend her self from the savage cavalcade of blows
descending like hail upon her helpless exposed back.
Though pinned beneath her, her shield continued to defend her by granting her
increased strength and enhanced healing powers as long as she remained in
contact with it with some part of her bare flesh. But even as a boat hook
splintered across the back of her skull, Shield knew she would have to regain
her feet and gain some breathing space or else risk slipping into helpless
unconsciousness from the beating she was taking even despite her enhanced
resistances!
Struggling through the flashes of white dots of lacerating pain, Shield gritted
her teeth and focused her will into the shield trapped beneath her. A low hum
was rapidly followed by a bright blue flash as the spherical center of the
shield erupted a jet of plasma brute force cone of energy, launching shield and
her attackers ten feet into the air! There was a slight stench of burnt ozone
and singed wool where the unconscious man’s coat under Shield had been lightly
burned in the nearness of the arching light blue blast. Shield came down
tumbling and used her shield to shoulder the blunt shock of her fall onto a
splintering wooden crate. Her eyes still unfocused in flashes of pain, she
fought to roll herself out of the lone spot light of the light pole and gain
herself some much needed time to recover.
Outside of the pool of light she found herself quickly blinded by the weltering
gray fog which had been thickening even as she had abandoned her perch upon the
great crane. As she stumbled to one knee and shook savagely at the stars
swirling in her head, she could make out loud indistinct cussing and crashing
sounds but could only squint into the walls of billowing mist as blood dropped
in warm splatters form her nose until the shields recent drain of energy used
in the blast recovered and it once more began to sooth her injuries with its
powers of healing.
Somewhere to her right, Shield began to make out the glow of what must be the
light pole and she slowly raised herself up into a crouch and then into a teeth
gritting bowl legged stance, ‘that had freaking hurt!’ Shield hissed at herself
concerning her recent pummeling.. ‘Time to repay it in full!’ the super heroine
muttered feeling her powers resurging within her. Shield shook her head and
spat the last mouthful of blood into the fog at her feet and carefully approached
the glow of light from which the vague voices had shifted down into a whisper
and then into silence.
Shield paused in the wreathing edge of the glow of white swirling fog. She
didn’t like that Peek-a-boo now knew that she was here. After all the creature
possessed the power to sense the presence of others and the ability to float
silently - Shield felt a cold alabaster hand suddenly grasp her throat and the
spectral waif whispered wetly in her ear, “BOO.”
Shield reacted instinctively which is the only thing that saved her life. She
slammed the edge of her shields rim into the side of the floating Peek-a-boo at
her back and sent the scantily clad lithe girl tumbling to her knees upon the
wood and stone jetty. Another blow of the shield across the snarling twisted
beautiful banshee face sent the frail homicidal villainess into a stunned
stupor. Behind her, Shield could make out that the men hadn’t chosen to remain
in wait of Peek-a-boo’s return as she heard the muffled long running stride of
two men disappearing into the distance. That left her with a stunned psycho and
an unconscious sailor and a wharf full of odd crates. Shield wasn’t sure if
that constituted a decent nights work or not, but it sure beat waking up
tomorrow being gang rapped by Peek-a-boo’s stooge’s. Shield raised her shield
arm and rubbed the back of her still throbbing sore head while wincing at the
ringing that lingered in her ears. The ringing persisted and Shield realized it
must be police sirens.
Though Shield was egger to prove herself as a new heroine of Delta City she
chose not to wear a mask and did not think it wise to reveal herself as
‘Shield’ nor as her alter ego co-ed civilian self just yet, and thus chose to
work by night rather than the day. Luckily her shield had the power to emit a
memory erasing ray in those few instances when someone had seen her and
recognized her. She had only had to use it twice thus far and she rather prided
herself on moving about so stealthily compared to her mask wearing peers!
Shield pointed her shield at the moaning prone Peek-a-boo and concentrated. A
small red light beam was emitted from the hovering sphere that sat
semi-indented into the shield and formed a pair of energy manacles upon the
vicious vixen hogtying her, the energy cuffs would last roughly an hour and
then fade in strength until they vanished soon after. It should give the local
authorities plenty of time to find and take care of the escaped felon.
Shield now left the super villainess and returned into the street lights dim
glow and pointing her shield and concentrated. A thin white beam shot out of
the glowing sphere nestled in the shield and illuminated the ground as Shield
walked carefully along shinning the light over the tumble of crates, the police
sirens growing closer with each sweep of her shields beam. A few of the crates
had spilled their contents in the brief scuffle and a few others quickly
revealed their contents when shield intensified her white light beam into an
x-ray beam. But nothing of the items rang any bells inside Shields already
tender ringing head. She paused to take some holographic light image photos
that she would be able to recall out of the shields power matrix latter and
study at leisure and then gauging that the wet slap of leather was of a few foot
patrol beat cops who had been near enough to beat their siren patrol car
screeching brethren to the crime scene, she stood up and refocused her thoughts
and raised the mighty shield above her head. There was a low hum and then the
inside of the shield glowed into a column of blue light that eclipsed Shield.
In a blinding flash both shield and Shield had vanished.
The shield could only teleport her a short distance and then only to some area
she had already been to before, crouched now atop the large crane she could
only dimly make out the police flash lights in the still thickening mist in the
pool of the lone street lamp below. Shield considered using her shield to fly
through the air to some greater distance and safety, but flight was still
something she remained far from mastering and the recent uses of her shield had
lowered much of its power reserves. While the shield slowly would renew its
power reserves over time, she dared not risk an attempt at flight with the
reserves so low and this high off the ground. The same power reserves of her
shield that may fail to supply her flight might just as readily be stricken in
the attempt to fly to now be too low to power the re-genitive healing powers
which would be all that would make such a long violent fall to earth
survivable! No, she would slip away on her own two booted feet and with a smile
the super heroine Shield slunk away from the lip of the lighted front of the
giant crane and dropped nimbly off the back of it into the deep darkening
shadows swirling there.
*
“in his infinite wisdom the Great Khan saw fit to install Tibetan monks as his
chancellors to his new won realm. Many great gifts were brought to the Great
Khan from all corners of the earth. But none so magnificent to pale the ‘shield
of heaven’ that Tibetan Llamas had forged from a thunderbolt of heaven. That
had fell to earth almost a century before, and to which the Great Khan was much
enamoured.”
- the envoy of Tibet-
II.
In the great melding rift of multidimensional space a lone blunt nosed scout
ship slid with serpent like rhythmic undulating coiling strides. Inside its
inky black recesses, a long bony finger hovered over a dim yellow brown skull.
“The teleport pad to the escape pod has been activated again. One more such
activation should fix the point in time and space into which the wretch has
tried to escape us!”
“Good,” groaned the skull as black vicious substances oozed over it. “Prepare
the invasion fleet. As soon as the exact coordinates are locked, attack!”
Naomi wrapped the white coarse towel that the campus dormitories supplied the
common shower the floor shared, around her damp long chestnut brown locks and
stared intently at the three dimensional images her shield was rotating in a
holograph inches above its impenetrable surface. Naomi checked the image
against the near by lap top that sat on a pile of unwashed clothes covering a
pile of unfinished home work covering a pile of half read text books covering
an old beat up desk. Naomi wasn’t worried about her college room mate walking
in and seeing her shield lying on the unmade bed. As she had lucked out and
managed to be room mates with Jessica Lockhart this semester. Who was none
other than another up and coming super heroine known to the few that had
noticed her yet, as, Amazing Babe! The two had shared identities with one
another when they had stumbled upon each other on a mutual lead and Amazing
Babe had recognized Shield latter on campus as Naomi. Fast friends their own
unique styles had not been entirely compatible and both preferred the role of a
loner as much as possible this earlier in their super heroine careers, but it
was still nice to have a room mate you didn’t have to worry about discovering
your costume or shield! Still, Shield wondered if some of Amazing Babes
‘desire’ to work alone didn’t stem just from her burning drive to prove herself
and not a little from Shields on going lesbian relationship with the Mexican
wrestler super heroin Wolf Woman? Ever since Jessica had stumbled in on a
recently visiting Wolf Woman and Shield in a no holds barred sexual lust fest,
the shapely blonde had managed to be gone whenever Naomi was in their room at
the Delta Campus dorms. It saddened Naomi that a fellow super heroine could
harbor even a twinge of discrimination against two women having sex, but then
Naomi thought that very well may have been it. Because when Jessica had meekly
asked Naomi latter if the Wolf woman was her ‘girlfriend’ Naomi had scoffed and
snarled, ‘no she’s just my fuck partner.’ The answer had stunned the pretty
blonde and seemed to confuse her even to this day. So, in truth it may not be
that Jessica had issues with lesbians, so much as being in a sexual
relationship devoid of deeper commitments of romance and love. That would seem
to fit the girl and Naomi sometimes wished she had been more cautious with her
first answer as now there was nothing she could do but shrug and live her life.
The round about flow of thoughts of her vacant room mate and the reasons for
her absences winding paths left Naomi thinking of Wolf Woman and that made her
suddenly horny as it had been a long time since she had made love to the
distant paramour and despite her statement to Jessica that their relationship
was based solely on mutual sex, both women remained surprisingly faithful to
one another despite the complications a long distance relationship unfolds.
Naomi found her fingers absently wandering under her puffy white cotton robe
even as she frowned even more intently at the images she was comparing on her
lap top screen and the slowly rotating images hovering ghostly above her
shield.
There was no doubt about it, the items in the crates had been of an ancient
Tibetan manufacture, but they seemed entirely ceremonial and though of no doubt
some historical value she doubted they would yield a payout on the black market
to warrant Peek-a-boo’s or her mysterious employer’s interest.
The lap top was displaying items stolen several months ago from various museums
around the world as well as from a remote government closed monastery in China
owned Tibet. Naomi shook her head and powered off her shield to let it recharge
more rapidly the holographic images disappearing in a flash, and sat down
before her lap top shoving a stack of oily old pizza boxes out of the rickety
wooden chair onto the slumps of unwashed clothes littering the floor, all
thoughts of sex and the Wolf Woman were gone now, as she clicked on a side bar
that opened up a new page.
*
“When the great Khan passed from this mortal plane, his earthly remains were encased
in a great silver sarcophagus made by the Tibetan llama’s out of the remaining
scavenged debris of the self same thunderbolt from which the ‘shield of heaven’
had been made. And this was hidden in such a way as no mortal man may find it
and those who hide it were slain.”
- the envoy from Tibet-
III.
Shield lowered the humming shield down before her crouched body as the dim blue
glow of its teleport beam slowly faded in an aura around her, blurring into the
odd garish florescent lights that flickered over head. The shield often had
strange unpredictable effects upon electrical lights when she used its more
costlier powers, such as teleport or the force beams, but Shield could not
reason why? She glanced around her but thankfully the hallway was deserted. It
had been an orchestrated risk to teleport into the hallway of the now closed
Delta City Museum of Cultural Antiquities after wandering meekly around the
building several hours earlier as college student Naomi. But the calculated
gamble had apparently paid off.
The buxom battler now found herself alone in the enormous museum which had been
shoulder to shoulder full of jostling butt pinching people just a few hours
before. There was nothing worse than having one’s hinny pinched and slapped by
perverted men in the duck blind cloak of a large crowd when your shield was
lying under your bed inside a pizza box recharging miles away! Bastards! She
would love to just once give those stupid males a what for! Like a face full of
shield!
As shield cautiously neared the locked steal doors behind which the stolen
artifacts were being safely stored by the police until everything had been
sorted out, Shield was shocked to hear her shield faintly purr!? It had never
done that before?! But there it was, a soft whisper purring sound like the rim
of a wine glass being rubbed by a wet finger tip. Had it been making the same
noises when she had been on the dock but her knocked noggin and the police
sirens had over shadowed them? She frowned at her perplexing shield and
wondered if she should use it to blast open the door as she had originally
planed? Just then she heard the soft rasping of a door swinging open around the
bend in the far corridor and Shield quickly slipped away from the steel doors
leading into the secured wing of the museum and pressed herself into a near by
niche where a sofa, two over stuffed chairs, and a low table with several
magazines nuzzled together. She used the toe of her boot to slide a potted
plant around in front of her to give her some extra cover and crouched
expectantly for who ever might walk past the opening of the t-shaped hallway
and continue down the corridor or else turn and walk down her corridor! She
held her breath as a long shadow quickly grew in thickness with the hushed sound
of approaching footsteps.
To her utter surprise it wasn’t a museum security guard who turned sharply
around the distant corner and swung over to the steel locked doors she had been
standing in front of just moments before. No, moving in easy effortless powerful
silent strides with an almost whistling casual demeanor, was the immaculately
business suited and oily coifed, Peter Verse, one of Delta Cities most powerful
and wealthy young bachelors. Shield recognized him from the front page of
several newspaper articles and several magazine spreads which had fawned on him
over the years. The young twenty something chiseled six four lean graceful
stack of broad shouldered square jawed handsome blue eye steel muscled boy
wonder had until recently been the mighty super hero ‘Adonis’, until his
unmasking and forced retirement a few months back. Now he dedicated his entire
life to his corporations and their dedication to help the needy. He was
considered a hero without a mask now and the whole world loved him. In the
hush-hush of the super heroin gossip world he was rumored to be a forty inch
cock with ability to hammer it home for hours on end! This made him one of the
few males capable of matching and meeting the sex drive of a super heroine and
thus the excited whisper of every super heroine’s drunken slumber party truth
of dare. Despite herself, Shield felt a strong damp stirring in her loins and
she swallowed hard as the dress suit failed to hide the ripped muscles of the
former super hero as he slipped a set of keys out of his front pocket (how dose
he have any room down there for keys!) and unlocked the door and vanished
inside. The heavy metal security door slowly closed behind him. But not before
Shield had flung her shield and wedged it silently into the narrowing space
between door and jamb. Shield raced over to the stuck door and carefully opened
it as she peered inside and picked up her shield.
The hallway beyond was already devoid of any sings of life, only a telltale
single door was slowly swinging closed. Mr. Verse was moving rather fast!
Shield frowned and entered the hallway letting the double steel doors click
shut and locked behind her. Shield shot a glance at the doors behind her as
they clicked shut and was surprised that they were not fire exit doors with a
standard push bar to open them from this side. Instead they had the same
brushed chrome thumb lever and lock handle on this side as they had on the
other side. She would need a key to exit back through those doors or else force
blast them with her shield.
Shield ignore the doors lining the long hallway and instead made immediately
for the one the former super hero had obviously passed through which she again
caught before it latched close, this time with one lightning quick hand. This
door, while metal, was not of the same caliber of strength as the security
doors she had just passed through. This single door was nothing more than a
sheet of metal encasing a wooden door and she could easily shatter it with a
shield smash or throw, so she felt less concerned when she passed through it
and let it click shut behind her as well.
It lead her into another hallway, this one of concrete floors and open ceiling
of pipes and wires and it stopped shortly at its only door. More heavy duty
security doors, but with a key code and swipe card lock this time, another
shield throw wedge the almost closed door open. Shield ran to the stuck door,
her large breasts leaping against their thin fabric of containment and this
time she ran and slid under her shield and through the door snatching her
shield out of the space between the door and its jamb and slid to a stop
righting herself as she did so in one smooth motion.
Shield found herself on the upper landing of a catwalk that rimmed a large
warehouse with loading docks dotting the distant wall across from her and small
crude offices lining the landing until it dead ended in a flight of steel
stairs leading down the thirty feet to the cement floor below. Peering through
the white purple light of the large mercury light kegs high in the steel ribs
over head, Shield made out Peter moving effortless amongst the maze of pallets
of crates below. He had obviously leapt over the galvanized pipe railing she
now leaned against and dropped to the floor below. Behind her the large
security door clicked shut into its partner and sealed her into the warehouse
storage room.
While Peter may have been moving quickly every time he had been out of her
direct line of sight, he was once again moving at a casual if purposeful stride
once as she frowned down at him. He adjusted his tie and disappeared into a far
turning of an aisle of crates and Shield silently launched herself over the
railing and landed effortless on her toes below. The heel of Shields right boot
struck the floor on the impact and made a slight clacking sound that caused the
rookie super heroine to cringe at what sounded like thunderous echo in which
the large rooms sole sound seemed to be the low hum of its reddish tinted
lights.
Shield moved quickly she doubted it was mere coincidences that a former super
hero was now in the very same location she herself had been set to explore. The
only recent addition to the warehouse of any note, would be the re-covered
stolen items from last nights dock intervention on her part. He had to be here
to study the Tibetan relics and try and piece together why Peek-a-boo would be
interested in such things? She seriously doubted if anyone possessing super
abilities could simply ‘retire’ so easily. He must be here out of curiosity and
concern. She was here to get a good look at one of the relics she thought she
may have identified on the internet, and to play out a hunch that whoever had
hired Peek-a-boo to go down to the docks and smuggle off ship the stolen relics
would surly not give up attaining them once they found out where the police had
decided to store the large quantity of international fragile relics. And if she
had so easily figured it out, then they would do so as well.
Still, Shield moved cautiously in a slight crouch as she hurried after where
Mr. Verse had vanished. He was the head of the board of museum as well as
several other of the cities finer institutions and while he had every legal
right to wander about the museum at night for which he was a founding trustee,
she was not. She was unsure how the former super hero might react to finding a
novice super heroine breaking and entering one of his buildings. And she
wondered what he might ‘do’ to her, as she patted her hair into place and
pulled the sunken lip of one of her cups of her suits top slightly to one side
letting a sliver of ruddy nipple peak out. The horny super heroine swallowed
hard and tried to shake the images of being ‘punished’ by the legendary sexual
stud!
All such thoughts vanished as Shield rounded the corner of crates and saw Peter
Verse standing in the near distance before an area of open floor which had been
carefully taped off with police crime scene tape and held inside it the various
crates, both unscathed and smashed, lying on sheets of plastic. Some items had
been carefully placed on folding molded plastic tables and had large paper tags
attached to them with twists of wire. Apparently the museum staff had not
finished the process of going through the crates and identifying and re-boxing
the items.
Shield pulled herself slowly into the shadow of the nearest wall of crates and
watched Peter pickup and study various items. She looked over head and around
her and wondered if she wasn’t in a rather bad position considering she was
half expecting someone to infiltrate and purloin the items not a dozen yards
before her. She was too close, she should fall back, maybe above, why was Peter
taking off his clothes?! Sure enough, Mr. Verse was removing not just his suit
jacket and tie, and innocent enough thing to do to roll up the sleeves and get
to work, but off came his belt, and shoes, and shirt and trousers, oh my!
Half expecting to see the skin tight semitransparent white body suit of the
Adonis, Shield was stunned to see instead the gaudy garish green and brown suit
of the super villain the Bawdy Bard! Peter Verse was the Bawdy Bard! A super
villain known for his ability to hypnotize anyone with his sonic harp, and more
over was known to have a decidedly wicked taste for bondage and sexual
enslavement for young women and super heroines in particular! Shield gasped
despite herself as the villain completed his costume by pulling out a cloth
hood mask and yanking it over his head into place. His harp glittered, slung
over his back, where it had nestled in the ‘v’ of his lower back under his suit
coat and dress shirt. She eyed the terrible instrument and licked her lips in
hesitation. She had no protection against such an attack except an aggressive
defense of a surprise hit ‘em hard offense. She steeled herself and began to
inch closer to the man now busy with opening crates with renting yanks of his
super strong hands!
Was this then the ‘brains’ of the operation? The mastermind behind Peek-a-boo?
Both Peter and the Adonis had never been known for being terribly gifted in the
intelligence department! He had always been vain and conceited and all about
over the top brawn to win the day. Even his corporate strategies hinged on up
the gut full frontal take overs, if it hadn’t been for his doing everything for
the community and the environment, he surly would have had nothing but enemies
everywhere instead of hordes of smiling followers. But here he was all along,
the Bawdy Bard! What was worse, the Bawdy Bard had been around long before
Peter’s unmasking as the Adonis?! Shield narrowed her ice gray eyes and her red
pillow lips snarled, she would fix this degradation to the cause of justice!
Typical that a male would so shamelessly turn against the people while milking
them of falsely earned adulation and reward! Shield slid a step or two closer,
she would go in for a shield bash, try and destroy the harp on his back as well
as take him down. Get in to close grips instead of relying on shield throws or
beam attacks, he was indeed very strong as Adonis, but the Bawdy Bard was
always known to like to keep his distance in his fights, a range specialist,
and a master of hiding in the shadows. And there were plenty of shadows for him
to skulk into around this place!
It was just as she was about to unleash her savage pent up attack, her long
legs tense, her torso crouched, that she heard the sultry whisper in her ear,
“BOO!”
*
“After his death, the empire of the Great Khan splintered and decayed. And it
began to be said, that one day the Great Khan would return to the mortal world
and finish his task of conquering it!”
- the envoy of Tibet-
When Shield awoke, her head groggy from the heavy spinning scent of chloroform
she tired to moan and found a large rubber ball gag was wedged in her mouth!
Her arms were pinned behind her back with heavy chains, and her feet were bound
as well. She had been taken prisoner! As her eyes blinked out the shooting
stars and her vision swam into focus, Shield could make out the fuzzy figures
of the Bawdy Bard and wafting at his side the demonical perverse Peek-a-boo!
“Thank you for bringing the shield of heaven to me. I had expected to relieve
you of it at the docks and kept this whole matter off the police blotters, but
no matter. I always find adaptation to be superior than a mere back-up plan.
And this place will work as well as the next.” The Bawdy Bard finally turned to
face her as he had been speaking with his back to the prone and now struggling
Shield, and smiled. “Oh, don’t bother to talk. I know what you want to know,
and because we still have a few moments before the ritual will be complete, I
will love to enlighten you. After all, none of this would have been possible
without you!
You see, my little sparrow, this shield you have been traipsing around the city
with of late. Is none other than the shield of the Great Khan! It was fashioned
out of a crashed alien space craft by Tibetan mystics and then given to the
young Genghis so he could conquer the world. In turn he gave the day to day
rule of that world to those self same mystics. A fair trade, eh? But apparently
not fair enough for some and the Great Khan died. Not that he could really die,
because you see he was bonded by the shield to the original occupant of the
crashed space craft. A rather nasty alien who lead some kind of failed armada
against his own people in some other dimension and sought to escape them and
ended up here. Stuck in the few bits of his craft, in terrible agony, as the
passage through the dimensional barrier had not gone quiet as planed. His ship
made it through, but he found himself stuck in a murky half spirit state bonded
to the remains of his craft. When the Great Khan took up the shield of heaven,
well things seemed to click and the alien slipped into a flesh bond with
Genghis. When Genghis died unexpectedly, his body was encased in the remains of
the ship and the capsule was hidden in a sort of phase space by that very
shield you have been strutting your little slut self around town with. You have
unwittingly been carrying around with you the one and only relic which can
reveal its location.”
The Bawdy Bard turned back to her again and frowned at Shield, “Are you getting
any of this? Here let me show you! Maybe that will be easier?” And the Bard
finished setting the last of the ritual items before the shield laying upon the
floor and the large metal disk slowly spouted a column of green sickly light.
Inside of the pillar of light a great sarcophagus formed as if rising up out of
the depths of a great icy green ocean, until it solidified and the light faded
and there before the group of three stood the lost sarcophagus of Genghis Khan!
Well, there it is!” The Bawdy Bard smirked. And he pressed the moldings on the
surface of the casket until its top slid grating aside. “Bring her!” He snapped
his fingers at Shield, and Peek-a-boo flew quickly to her side and easily
snatched up the twisting super heroine and tossed her over her slight shoulder
and followed the Bawdy Bard into the sarcophagus and down the stone steps
inside. The heavy lid slid shut behind them. “Careful! Stay close its rather
complex in here, don’t get lost!” He yelled over his shoulder as he descended
with sputtering flare held high, down into the murky giant cavern of the Great
Khan’s burial chamber. “You are rather important little sparrow. You are the
first woman ever able to make use of the shield of heavens powers. Which means
you are the first woman who can accept the spark of the alien melded into the
flesh of the Great Khan. With Peek-a-boo’s unique powers, she will be able to
animate the remains of the Great Khans corpse now encased in amber and he in
turn will be able to impregnate you. The child you will bare will be the alien
its self in pearl flesh! No more living in another’s skin! Soon you will accept
all of us into your womb and we will all be re-born in our natural state! Alive
in this dimension!”
Shields eyes widened as she saw that Peek-a-boo was leading her, bobbing on her
shoulder, past tens of thousands of dead warriors! “Yes, soon the horde shall
ride again! No slight pun intended,” He reached back and slapped Shield’s
jiggling ass! “And conquer again!” The Bard snarled and came to a stop before
an enormous block of amber surrounded by several stone statues of guards on
horse back. “My Great Khan, it is I, the envoy of Tibet and I have the girl.”
Above them in the cluttered warehouse a flash of dark light swirled and left a
smoldering tall pale alien creature. It blinked and wheezed, “we are too late.
The mortals here have already found the traitor and become his minions! Send
the entire army of the ‘Host’! We must kill all the mortals of this plane and
capture the traitor before he gathers his ‘Horde’ and attacks us again!”
Obediently the swirl of black light reformed and one after another, a hideous
alien strode out of it, its pale skin smoldering, fangs glistening as it spread
out to do battle!