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The Story So Far: While she recovered from her fight with Striker, Superia was approached by a woman named Fox, a field agent for a shadowy government organization called Sentinel, who has an interest in the combat drug Striker possesses. Fox holds the threat of tax evasion over Superia's head and conscripts her into helping raid Striker's base, and it's with that the two make their move.

Superia #1: Recruitment Drive pt. 3

by Sigma

V

"Jesus..." Superia gasped when Fox opened the trunk of her car. A small arsenal of weapons lay neatly arranged inside. Fox considered the guns for a moment before picking up a submachine gun and two extra magazines, along with some hand grenades that she attached to her belt.

"You want one?" Fox asked, motioning to the guns. "You seem like a shotgun girl to me," she said, holding up a black 12-gauge.

"I'm good, thanks. What is this, your personal collection?"

"Uh huh," Fox smiled and nodded before putting the shotgun back. "Nothing but the classics." She said as she strapped the gun across her chest and then opened a small duffle bag to check its contents before closing it and taking it out.

"What's that?" Superia asked.

"A bomb."

"You had me driving around with a fucking bomb in the trunk?!"

"Relax. It's not armed," Fox told her while closing the trunk.

"Where did you even get it?"

"Made it myself," she grinned. "I need to bring that thing down," she turned and pointed.

Naomi followed her finger to a ship in the distance, docked at the far end of the harbor. It was a giant freighter, swaying slowly on the calm waters.

"That's Striker's base?"

"Yup. I need to sink it. Sentinel doesn't care about the guns being destroyed, but I have to get any Compound X I find back. I'm pretty sure everything is in the cargo hold."

"What's the deal with that stuff, anyway?" Superia asked as they started walking toward the ship.

"So, at any given time, you've got all kinds of unique people, such as yourself running around. You know, superhumans, mutates, the magically gifted, people from beyond the stars...well, not all of them are nice, and there aren't nearly enough Superias to deal with them all," Fox explained while poking Superia in her arm. "My god, you're ripped...anyway, Compound X was designed to the give the average person the power to go beyond a normal human."

"Soooo...instant superhuman?"

"Basically. It's a hard formula to nail down, though. The government's been trying since World War II."

"For the soldiers?"

"Yeah, you probably didn't learn about this in history class, but there was all kinds of superhuman weirdness going on in Europe, North Africa, the Pacific, South America. Here at home, too. Those asshole Nazis had them, we had our own, and both sides were racing to make more but neither side ever perfected the formula. The version Striker has is version 84. It does what it's supposed to, but the effect only lasts 10 minutes, so anyone who takes it has to do what they need to in that time before it wears off. The body also can't handle more than two or three doses over 24 hours. Likewise, it behaves differently depending on the person. Some people are made stronger than others and no one really understands why."

"Huh...hey, what happens if an Aphrodite takes it?"

"You ever have a psychotic episode?"

"Nooo...."

Fox tapped her chin. "Oh! Have you ever seen The Exorcist?"

"Of course," Superia scoffed.

"That was Meteor Woman back in '83 after she drank some a dare. Then she puked eeeeeverywhere. So gross," Fox said. "Sometimes, the X finds it way onto the black market, usually into the hands of an idiot who just wants a few cheap thrills and the ability to throw a car. But too many times, some mad scientist gets their hands on a sample to try and perfect it, and we can't have that."

"And that's what you think Striker's doing? Trying to put it in the hands of someone who shouldn't have it?"

"Yup. So we're gonna go in there, knock some heads, bag up the X, then you and I can go have some fun, hot stuff," Fox smiled and squeezed Superia's ass. "Jesus, that's firm!"

Superia smirked at Fox. "Not how I pictured spending my Saturday, to be honest."

"How did you plan for it to go? An action movie and a vibrator?" Fox teased, poking her again. "I saw that monster you keep in the box under your bed."

"You went through my stuff?!"

"You were in the shower and I was bored. Calm down."

"So, you are capable of making friends," a voice spoke behind them before Superia could answer.

She and Fox spun around, and Fox raised her gun but quickly lowered it when they saw Delphi and Bombshell behind them, having emerged from a small side alley.

"You two make too much noise," Bombshell said.

"Hello again, Superia. How are you feeling?" Delphi asked, walking forward.

"Better."

"I'm glad. I received an anonymous message that Striker was operating from this harbor. Do I have you to thank for that?" Delphi asked, turning to Fox.

"Yes, ma'am. Agent Fox. Sentinel," she said, extending her hand.

Delphi shook but cocked her head to the side. "I thought Sentinel was a rumor..."

"Ah, a fan of the conspiracy theory message boards, Ms. Carter?" Fox asked. "Well, we're very real. That's one thing they get right."

Delphi seemed taken aback by the use of her real name, but quickly composed herself. Instead of the clothes she wore earlier, she now had on what could best be described as casual streetwear, black leggings with Japanese characters on the left leg, a matching jacket with a high collar, and black and white running shoes. "Yes, well, I didn't realize Superia was allied with your organization..."

"Oh, we just met. She's my helper tonight."

Superia rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"But, since we're all here, we might as well work together, right?" Fox said.

Bombshell looked Superia and Fox over and shook her head. "I don't like this. I don't know you," she said, pointing to Fox. "And you have an attitude problem," she then pointed at Superia.

"Get that thing out of my face," Superia said, smacking her hand away. "If you don't want to work together, that's fine by me. Stay here and keep out of the way. We can handle this just fine," she said, grabbing Fox by her arm and continuing on.

"Wait," Delphi said, running to catch up. "Agent Fox is right. We scouted the ship earlier and there are at least two dozen men onboard, plus Striker."

"And if even half of them doses with Compound X..." Fox started.

"City's fucked..." Bombshell muttered.

"More immediately, we're fucked, Ms. Timu," Fox told her. "The four of us, if we try to stop them and fail."

"Well why the fuck are we standing around?" Superia questioned.

"She's right," Delphi sighed. "You should move quickly. Time isn't on our side," she said before walking up to Superia, closing her eyes, and pressing two fingers to her forehead.

"What is happening?" Superia asked.

"Oh, she has this power where she forms a, like, psychic bond with other people and can see what they see and feel what they feel," Fox said, grinning with glee.

"Yes," Delphi said, pressing her fingers to Fox's forehead and Bombshell's as well. "This way, I'll be able to communicate with all of you, tell you what the others see and offer insight." She spoke. Superia raised her eyebrows when she noticed that Delphi's lips didn't move when she talked.

"What the fuck..." Superia muttered. "So you're in my head?"

"Not quite. I can't read minds. I'm not an Aphrodite, nor am I a mutate, so this power is very taxing. I can't maintain the connection forever," Delphi's voice was in Superia's head.

"I'll be in your way if I try to fight, but go, I'll be watching over you all."

"How do I reply to you?"

"Unless you're a telepath, you'll have to speak out loud."

"So I'll literally be talking to a voice in my head?"

"You get used to it," Bombshell said nonchalantly.

Superia stared at Delphi for several seconds and then shrugged. "All right..." she said before turning and running for the ship.

"That is so cool!" Fox squealed before following Superia.

"Stay out of sight," Bombshell said to Delphi. "Hopefully this won't take long."

"Keep them safe," Delphi told her friend before she too ran off.

***

"Two men standing guard at the gangway, four more on the deck just above. They all have guns," Delphi said to the three, using Bombshell's eyes to scan the area. Bombshell then pulled back and hid behind the crate she used for cover along with Superia and Fox.

"Okay, we'll move quickly and hit them before they can raise any alarms. Bigfoot, you take the two down here. I can vault on to the deck and take the four up there. Fox, follow my lead."

"I'm not listening to a damn thing you say until you learn my name," Bombshell whispered with a growl. "And who the hell put you in charge anyway?"

"Both of you stop this!" Delphi chastised.

"You know what?" Fox said, fixing a silencer to her gun. "I'm gonna let you all sort this out while I go find the X. I'll mop up whoever gets in my way, but I've got a job to do. Adios," she said before activating her suit's invisibility.

"Did she just disappear?" Delphi asked. "Oh, I see, she's going up the gangway now..."

At that moment, the two men guarding the gangway onto the ship turned around at the sound of footsteps. Before they could react, Bombshell jumped up, charged, and tackled both men, slamming their heads together and knocking them unconscious.

Superia cursed when she saw Bombshell move and followed close behind her, but broke away and bolted up the gangway. She jumped to clear the last few feet, and kicked a surprised soldier hard enough with her right foot to knock him into the wall right behind him. Before he went down, Superia sprung off of her left foot the moment it landed on the deck and hit a second soldier with a roundhouse using her right.

She landed on all fours, looking up at the two surprised soldiers who stood frozen in awe at her speed. They raised their guns, but the moment they were up, Superia pounced on the man closest to her. She pushed his gun away with one arm and grabbed his face with the other to slam him into the deck. Without letting go of his face, she picked him up and flung him at his companion, and both men went overboard and into the watery depths. The whole thing was over in seconds.

"Well done, Naomi!" Delphi cheered.

Bombshell walked up onto the deck, rolling her shoulder and leaving the two guards on the gangway where they lay.

"Huh," she grunted when she saw Superia's handiwork.

"You're late," Superia said, smirking when she saw the big woman narrow her eyes at her. "Oh, calm down," she then told her, lightly punching Bombshell in her muscular arm. "That was good stuff back there," she motioned to the two unconscious guards.

Bombshell folded her arms and looked at the two men Superia laid out. "Right. You too," she said before walking through a door that led into the ship.

"She doesn't like me, does she Delphi?"

"Bombshell doesn't really like anyone except her mother. Don't feel bad."

"I don't. If I worried about every asshole who didn't like me, I'd never get anything else done."

"That's a...strangely pragmatic outlook..." Delphi admitted.

"I have my moments," Superia laughed before heading inside. Once she was inside, she found Bombshell looking around, from one end of a long, narrow hallway to another.

"Any idea which way?" The big woman asked.

"I'll save you the trouble of looking for me, ladies," a voice came in over a loudspeaker. The two of them looked up and Superia clenched her fist.

"Striker..."

"What gives you the right to barge onto my ship and assault my men?" He asked.

"I still owe you for earlier," Superia said to the speaker. For the first time, she noticed a camera right next it.

"It's a speaker, not a microphone, genius. I can't hear you," Striker spoke. "Pick up that radio right underneath the speaker and talk into it."

Superia looked at Bombshell, who barely suppressed a laugh and then did as Striker said. She grabbed the radio and raised it to her mouth. "I said, I still owe you for earlier, you fucking prick."

"Heh. That why you brought a friend? To give me twice the fun? That's fine, I like 'em big, too. Upper deck. I'll give you both a spanking," he challenged before cutting the connection.

"I'm gonna put my boot so far up that pig's ass..." Bombshell promised.

"Not if I get to him first," Superia replied.

"This is good for us," Delphi said to them. "He doesn't know about Agent Fox. She's currently wandering around the ship. I don't think she knows how to get to the cargo hold...she's in the kitchen right now...Just...try to buy some time until she gets down there, please." 

Superia stepped back outside and looked up, and Bombshell followed her finger when she pointed up. "Can you make that?" Superia asked Bombshell.

"Try and keep up," Bombshell told her before squatting down and leaping up to the next deck. Superia quickly followed. The two of them continued upward, moving from deck to deck until they reached the top. On the deck, under the night sky, Striker stood with his arms folded and half a dozen of his men, dressed in matching fatigues and tank tops stood on his sides.

Bombshell looked around, cracking her knuckles as she walked forward. "What the hell is this? You idiots look like a fucking boy band."

"Ha!" Superia laughed while cracking her knuckles. "Let's wrap this up." She then said, reaching into a pocket, pulling out a hair tie, and using it to keep her hair back and out of her eyes. 

Bombshell cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders while walking toward the soldiers.

"Ah yes, you Aphrodites are as arrogant as I've heard," Striker said while signaling his men before reaching into his pocket.

"Shit..." Superia growled, grabbing Bombshell's arm to hold her back.

"What?" the big woman asked.

All at once, Striker and his men pulled out injectors filled with Compound X and injected themselves. Some convulsed while others grunted in pain. Striker simply laughed and crushed his empty injector under his boot. The men then grew black veins all over their bodies.

"Ah," Bombshell said.

"What happened?" Striker said, motioning for them to attack. "Not so eager to get started now?" 

Superia took a fighting stance while Bombshell looked around the deck. She noticed metal crates strewn about, but otherwise the deck was just an empty expanse of steel. 

"Ha, you're ass still raw from the last time, Superia?" Striker continued taunting while walking toward them. "Don't you worry, there's plenty more. My men and I have enough for your friend, too," he said, pointing to Bombshell.

"Careful, Striker's fast and he favors throwing punches," Superia whispered to her ally.

"Got it," Bombshell narrowed her eyes.

"Fine, I'll start," Striker said before moving with his same blinding speed. Superia tracked him this time, and slipped in front of Bombshell with her arms in front of her in the shape of an X to block a blow that sent a shock of pain through her forearms. She growled and staggered back, but Bombshell caught her by her shoulders.

"Shit, you weren't kidding..." Bombshell said before letting her go. "Thanks."

"Thank me after we beat this asshole," she said before launching forward and attacking Striker. She threw a flurry of punches, reading his reaction as he stepped back from them. When Striker slipped to the side, Superia feinted, pulling a punch short and bringing her other fist up in an uppercut that got just inside Striker's guard and found its mark on his chin, hard enough to make the man stagger back.

"Agh!" he groaned, rubbing his jaw. "Heh. Nice."

"Got you figured out, Rambo," Superia taunted.

Striker beckoned her. "Show me."

The two of them charged, throwing blows at each other in back and forth exchanges.

At the same time, the other soldiers all charged at Bombshell, who took a stance, ready to meet them.

"Be careful!" Delphi shouted as the sounds of fighting filled the air.

The more Superia pressed Striker, the more she found holes in his defense. Elbows up too high left his ribs exposed. It was an exploit she repeatedly took advantage of, and when Striker caught on and lowered his arms to protect his ribs, Superia brought in a quick hook followed by an uppercut for a one-two that staggered Striker.

He stumbled back, shaking his head and growling. With teeth clenched and brow furrowed, he watched Superia while keeping his guard up.

Superia bounced on the balls of her feet, fists up and a smirk on her face. She beckoned him. "I told you, Rambo. I've got this. You want to get touched up some more, let's go!"

Striker charged, ducking low, fists raised. A low jab was blocked and an attempt at Superia's ribs deflected. When she swung at him, he faded back and, instead of throwing another punch, responded with a kick. Superia cursed and blocked the attack, hooking Striker's leg. He then smirked and jumped, lifting his other leg and slamming it hard enough into Superia's head that she flipped over and hit the steel floor of the ship's deck.

Striker rolled to his feet immediately, turned, and leapt to bring his knee down on her head. She rolled at the last second, just avoiding the impact, and when she got up, she saw a light dent where Striker's knee hit the floor.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" Striker taunted before pressing his attack. A strong jab went straight for the middle, and the impact caused Superia to stagger back. Before she could recover, Striker charged again, preparing another punch. He then dropped at the last second and wrapped his muscular arms around Superia's waist and lifted her back over his head, slamming her down behind him hard enough to knock the wind from her body.

He then jumped to his feet, looked back, leapt, and brought his elbow down on her sternum.

Superia clenched her teeth and rolled over, clutching her chest. She curled her body, trying to catch her breath from the blow and gasped when she felt a hand on her ankle. She screamed as Striker launched her through the air, and then gasped and cried out when she came to a sudden stop against the nearest wall before she dropped back to the floor in an unmoving heap.

"Naomi, get up!" Delphi pleaded.

"He's got too much fucking raw power..." she whimpered. "He can shrug off whatever I hit him with and return it so much worse."

"Agent Fox said the doses last 10 minutes. Can you wait him out?"

Superia pushed herself up to her knees, just barely, and continued holding her chest. "How long ago did he dose?"

"....86 seconds..."

"Fuck you, Delphi....you didn't have to tell me that," Superia groaned while forcing herself to stand.

***

"Dammit!" Bombshell groaned while peeling one of the other soldiers off her back and slamming him onto the floor. Two of them lay unconscious at her feet, but she still had four others to deal with. She turned just in time to see Superia get slammed into the wall and heard the exchange between her and Delphi.

She started to run to help Superia when the four men remaining piled on her and dragged her down to the deck. An arm wrapped around her neck and two of the men grabbed her arms and locked them in place. The fourth man kicked her left knee out from under her, and the men, with their enhanced strength, were able to keep the subdued heroine in place.

"The sarge's plan was to keep a stockpile of the X so we could move into the city and take you bitches on properly once we sold off what we could," the soldier who kicked her leg out said. "Guess we get a preview tonight, huh boys?"

A hand slid down Bombshell's chest, cupping her right tit and massaging the ample meat. She felt another hand slide down the back of her shorts, fingers teasing the curve of her ass as she tried to break free of their grip. She gritted her teeth, fighting back against their collective strength where she could. One hand squeezed her ass, and the other pinched a nipple, causing the heroine to moan. She tried fighting back, but the sensation of mounting pleasure was swelling.

The soldiers all laughed and reapplied their strength when they felt they were winning the fight.

"Gonna enjoy tasting every inch of those beautiful brown curves," one of them whispered in her ear.

Bombshell tried to ignore the comment, tried to ignore the fact that she liked the feeling of strange, rough hands on her skin and that she was on the verge of being used by four men at once. She closed her eyes, pushing those thoughts down and trying to will her muscles to work so she could fight back.

"Ugh...L...Lea..." a voice sounded in her ear. Delphi. Bombshell had nearly forgotten about the connection.

"I...I can feel what they're doing to you. I don't know how much longer I can hold the connection....Naomi is in trouble, too..."

Bombshell looked ahead to see Superia laying on the deck, kicking her legs uselessly with her arms pinned to her sides by a life preserver. Striker stood over her and slowly pulled her shorts off of her ass before tossing them aside.

"Lea...stay strong..." Delphi gasped. It was a gasp of pleasure, not one of exhaustion, and Bombshell could hear her friend squeal slightly the very same time that someone's fingers slipped into her own pussy. Whatever purchase Bombshell had gained in standing back up slipped away at the moment, and she collapsed as the men finally forced her down onto her stomach.

"Get some line," one of them ordered.

Bombshell's wrists were twisted behind her back and someone sat on her legs. Moments later, she felt rope being wrapped around her legs, then her wrists, until she lay hogtied on the deck, squirming in her bonds and surrounded by the four soldiers. She rolled over and glared at them.

"Let me go now!"

One of them laughed and knelt down. "It's looking to me like your nipples want to be free."

Bombshell looked down at her top to see her rock-hard nipples poking against them. Just then, the soldier ripped her top off to reveal perky brown 38Ds and another pulled at her shorts, getting them halfway down her muscular thighs before tearing them off completely.

"I'm gonna bash all your heads in!" she promised, still squirming in her bonds. The fight left her when one of the soldiers kicked her hard in the stomach, causing her to cough and groan.

"Gonna need to shut that mouth of yours," One soldier said as he began to unzip his pants.

***

"Finally," Agent Fox breathed out a heavy sigh as she entered the ship's cavernous cargo hold. "Delphi? What's happening? She asked when she heard Delphi's last exchange with the others. "Ooooh, that doesn't sound good at all...I'd better hurry." 

She looked around the space, brightly lit with a high ceiling, but somewhat sparsely stocked. Once she was satisfied she was the only person inside, she deactivated her suit's stealth and looked around. "Okay, if I was a stash of stolen combat drugs, where would I be?"

She shouldered her gun and walked around the room, looking at the boxes as she went. It was mostly cleaning supplies, spare parts, and the odd piece of furniture. Before long, however, Fox came across a small collection of metal crates that looked out of place among the rest of the cargo.

She knelt down and took a small computer out of one of her pouches and plugged it into the electronic lock on the closest crate. A series of letters and numbers cycled on the computer's screen before settling into a sequence. The lock on the crate then clicked and Fox opened it to find a large collection of vials filled with Compound X. She raised her wrist and pressed a button on the wristband she wore, another 'borrowed' piece of tech from Sentinel's techs. A holographic image appeared bearing the image of an older man with short, white hair.

"Fox. Have you found the X?"

"Sure have, Director Escher," she smiled. "I've got one open case right in front of me but there are others here. I doesn't look like Striker moved any of it yet."

"Good work. Grab it and bring it back. How are you getting along with the locals?"

"I decided to make contact with Superia first. It didn't take much to get her to play ball. As it so happens, we ran across two others on the way to Striker's base."

"Which two?"

"Carter and Timu, sir."

Director Escher looked to the side as if looking at another screen. "Ah, yes, good. Our intelligence suggests Carter is trying to keep together and expand Star Woman's team in the wake of her death. Anything on that?"

"Looks to be accurate, sir. I'll have to do more investigating to learn the extent of it."

Director Escher intertwined his fingers in front of his face and nodded. "All right. Let me know what you find. We need to keep an eye on Carter, especially. Her being in that kind of role could make her a powerful ally or a powerful enemy."

"Will do, sir. What if Carter figures out what Compound X really is? I don't think Grant or Timu care enough to ask, but Carter might. She reads the conspiracy boards."

"You think she's been in contact with Mind's Eye?"

"I do, sir."

"Tell her," Escher shrugged after a few moments of thought. "They might have a problem with the source, but we have nothing to hide when it comes to our methods. What about Grant? Does she have field agent potential?"

"Maybe. She doesn't play well with others, so she might be a better hatchet woman than anything."

"Well, if we bring her on, you'll be the one to keep her on a leash."

"Now's not the time for your fantasies, sir," Fox teased. "Though I don't oppose the idea."

Director Escher chuckled. "Keep an eye on that one, Fox. She doesn't know about her connection to us, but that might be something you'll be able to use if it comes time."

"Yes, sir!"

"Very good. I'll leave you to it, then...I...Agent Fox..."

"Sir?"

"Is that one of my Stealth Suits you're wearing?"

"Connection's going bad, sir! Can't hear you!"

"You're using a holo-com aren't-"

The screen then blinked out and Fox let out a sigh. "Oooh, I'm gonna get chewed for that one..."

She then set out opening the rest of the crates. She uncovered more Compound X, as well as the stolen weapons. With everything revealed, she opened her bag, removed the bomb, and began packing the Compound X away.

"Alrighty, my lovely," she said to the bomb. "Time for you to make mama proud," she spoke out loud while arming the device. She then gave it a kiss and stood up to leave.

"We need you to step away from that, lady."  A man's voice spoke behind her.

Fox spun around to find several of Striker's soldiers behind her, guns pointed at her. She raised her arms and grinned. "Hey there. I don't suppose I could convince you boys to pretend you didn't see me?"

The soldier in front of the formation looked at the others. "You know what? I'm not taking the chance by waiting for the sarge to get here. Light this bitch up."

"Ah crap," Fox uttered before the guns went off.

VI

Bombshell kicked her legs, trying to lash out after having shaken off the ropes on her legs. One of the soldiers sat on her face with his cock down her throat. Her arms were still tied behind her and she let out a muffled scream as the man thrust in and out of her mouth while playing with her tits. The other three stood around her, pants down and cocks in hand as they jerked themselves off.

The man's cock went in and out in a steady motion, bumping against the back of her throat as the soldier thrust his hips back and forth. He groaned, his body shuddered, and next thing Bombshell knew, there was a hot, sticky stream coating her mouth and throat. She gagged when the body lifted off of her, and spit out the man's cum, but then lapped some of it up off of her chin. Her eyes were glazed over and her ample chest heaved with labored breath.

The soldiers looked down at her with smiles on their faces, but made way when Striker walked up from behind.

"Nicely done, boys," the sergeant commended them. "I guess I shouldn't believe the hype with your superheroes, eh?" He said, holding Superia up by her hair. "Pathetic. Me and my men used to put our lives on the line for this country, but the people choose to elevate whores like you instead."

"Ugh...you fucking prick..." Superia growled, cum dripping from her own chin and coating her naked, sweat slicked chest.

Striker threw her onto the deck next to Bombshell and turned to his men. "I got a call a few minutes ago from some men below deck. There's a third one and they've got her cornered now. I'm gonna go check it out. You boys take care of our guests," he said, slapping the nearest soldier on his shoulder before walking away.

The soldiers then huddled together and began talking in hushed tones, some of them stealing glances at the conquered pair.

Superia pushed herself up and crawled to Bombshell to untie her. "Get your ass up, Bigfoot. We aren't done here."

Bombshell sat up, her nipples rock hard as she wiped her mouth. "You talk a lot of shit for someone who just got her ass handed to her."

"I misread this whole damn thing. I know how he fights, but I can't hurt the fucker. Not when he's dosed up on that shit."

"I knocked out two," Bombshell said, looking at the unconscious soldiers.

"What about these clowns?" Superia nodded. "Think we can split the load?"

Bombshell got to her feet and swayed. "It's either we do that, or take another load...Remember, Delphi said 10 minutes. I think we still have around 4 or 5 left."

Superia got back up as well. "Hey, assholes!" she called to the soldiers, who stopped their conversation and approached the heroines.

"What's this? Ready for another round? Some of the boys still need to-" The soldier was cut short with a swift punch to the throat. He staggered back, hands on his neck, and gasped for air while Superia smirked and held her fist out. 

"Oh shit!" she screamed as another soldier charged, tackled her and wrestled her to the floor.

"Uggghh...." Bombshell groaned as the two of them wrestled, with Superia trying to push the soldier off of her. Bombshell knelt down and put the man in a sleeper hold and pulled him back. Just as she did, one of the other soldiers jumped on her back and applied the same hold.

"Hey! Get off!" She shouted. She clenched her teeth, feeling a hard cock against her ass cheeks while, at the same time, her hardened nipples pressed against the back of the man she held in her grip.

"Hold him!" Superia told her before drilling the man she held hard in the gut with a straight jab. He gasped under the blow and held his stomach instead of trying to pull Bombshell off of him, so Superia hit him again, in the face this time. He groaned under the force of the punch. Bombshell let him go and he dropped to the floor, holding his face and his stomach. Superia stepped over him and towards the last two soldiers, the one she punched in the throat and the only other one still standing.

Bombshell reached behind her and grabbed the man holding onto her back. She flipped him over her shoulders and onto the deck and then dropped down on him so that her muscular thighs were on the sides of his head and her ass smashed his head into the deck. The soldier struggled under her iron grip, grasping at her naked legs and trying to free himself.

Bombshell smiled and squeezed, thrusting her hips back and forth until she found the man's mouth with the lips of her pussy. His cries were muffled by her body, and she gasped when she felt his tongue thrust inside of her. Bombshell shifted her weight and leaned back, spreading her legs to give her victim easier access while he stroked his own erect cock.

She arched an eyebrow at the sight. "Holy shit. That's it...Hey!" she turned and yelled to Superia.

"What?" Superia looked at her. She was on the ground with one of her soldiers in a headlock, his face smashed against the side of her tit, and the other with her own thighs firmly locked around his neck.

"Break them!" Bombshell pointed to the soldier self pleasuring himself underneath her. "Like they tried to do to us."

Superia blinked in confusion before catching on. A wolfish grin then crossed her face before she tightened the headlock. She then shoved her tit in his face, holding him in place with her other hand gripping his hair. He fought her, but her leverage gave her the advantage and made it impossible for him to escape. At the same time, Superia looked down at the man she held with her legs and tightened her iron grip with her thighs.

"Sorry dude, this won't be a group a project," she to the man before tightening her grip. She clenched her teeth, letting out a light gasp when she felt her first victim bite down on her nipple, and just shoved his face down even more onto her chest.

The man in her leg lock struggled, slapping and gripping her thigh trying to get free of the hold. Seconds passed and his struggling weakened. A few more seconds passed and he stopped completely. Superia laughed and let him go, and his limp, unconscious body slumped to the deck, a rock-hard boner threatening to tear the crotch in his pants.

At the same time, she yelped when her still-conscious victim bit down on her nipple and lifted his head up. The man himself had a wide smile on his face that quickly turned to a look of shock after Superia slapped him.  She then pushed the man so that he fell onto his back and leapt up and landed on his chest, her ass in his face. She dropped her cheeks on his head and leaned forward, tits against his stomach while she grabbed his cock.

His body shuddered as she began working his shaft, and when she felt hands grab her ass, she grinded her hips back and forth, enticing him to bury his face while she worked his cock. She fondled his tightened balls with her other hand, teasing the sensitive flesh with long, deliberate strokes of her fingers. His cries were muffled, and Superia grinned and moved her hips back so that the lips of her pussy brushed against his mouth, daring him to have a taste. She kept her pace of stroking him off slow, making sure to run up and down the entire admittedly impressive length over and over, even when she felt him penetrate her.

She spread her legs out some more and the man wrapped his arms around her legs and pushed his face in deeper, lapping up her juices as her pussy throbbed and tightened around his tongue. She lay on top of him, her hands continuing to play with his member. When she looked over in Bombshell's direction, she saw the big woman had been squatting over her opponent's face. His hands were bound in some of the ship's line, and Bombshell had two of her own fingers deep inside her pussy, thrusting in and out, slowly dripping her own juices onto his face. He licked his lips, savoring every drop, his own stiff cock dripping from its head.

Superia smirked and leaned forward, taking the man's cock into her mouth and going as deep as she could. She teased it with her tongue, drawing it up and down the entire length as she began bobbing her head up and down. She felt the vibrations in her thighs as the man groaned at her action, and she kept up her pace. She was going to make him finish first. She was going to own him.  

***

Striker pushed through the lower decks of the ship, toward the cargo room when he noticed flickering lights overhead. He paused, feeling a feint hint of tension in the air that sent the slightest of chills down his core. He then growled and pushed forward until he reached the cargo hold.

"Son of a bitch..." He uttered at the scene in front of him.

He walked in and stood among the bodies of his men. They lay twisted, broken among spent shell casings and shattered guns. Their bodies were mangled like someone with immense strength got a hold of them and kept throwing them against the unforgiving metal walls and floor. The walls were riddled with bullet holes and the smell of gunpowder still hung in the air.

"What the hell...?" Striker asked out loud when he noticed one of his men stripped of his fatigues. He then turned and ran out of the cargo hold, completely ignorant of the bomb sitting next to one of the storage crates, its timer ticking down past 5 minutes.

***

Somewhere in the ship, Agent Fox leaned against the wall, supporting herself. She wore military fatigues that were baggy on her slim frame. The pants threatened to fall even with the belt fastened.

She lifted her shirt and poked at the fresh bullet holes that marked her skin. A thick, clear liquid pumped out of the wounds. She then rolled up a sleeve to reveal a massive gouge showing exposed metal where there should have been bone underneath ripped flesh and damaged synthetic muscle. "That's gonna be a few hours spent in maintenance...dammit..." she groaned. She then adjusted the duffle bag full of Compound X on her shoulder and kept moving.

"I hope the others haven't gotten themselves killed..."

***

Superia stood tall with her hands on her hips. Her soldier lay at her feet, his cock drained and limp, with a smile on his face as he muttered incoherently. Her swollen tits glistened with sweat and she took a deep breath as Bombshell walked up to her.

"You got something on your jaw..." Bombshell said, using her thumb to wipe a glob of cum from Superia's mouth.

Bombshell's man lay a few feet away, hands still tied with his mouth slick as he moaned lightly into the night air. The two Aphrodites looked at each, laughed, shook their heads and turned to walk away.

That's when Striker attacked.

He ran forward, grabbing each one by the throat, and slammed them hard into the deck. They both choked under his iron grips, their naked bodies thrashing as they gasped for air and threw punches that only bounced off of Striker's jaw and chest. Bombshell landed a punch at his throat, and he winced under the blow before squeezing her neck harder. His eyes burned with rage.

"The first one of you to tell me where the third one is gets to live. She's gonna have to watch the other one die but, that's just the way it's gotta be." 

"F...fuck you!" Superia spat.

"She killed my men!" Striker growled before picking Superia up and slamming her into the ground again. She groaned from the impact, and her body went limp as Striker held her down.

"What about you?" Striker asked, turning to Bombshell. "You willing to talk?"

"Y...yes..." Bombshell said.

"Oh, you bitch..." Superia hissed at her. "I'll fucking see you in hell!"

"Shut up," Striker said to her before throwing her. She flew a good 20 feet into the railing on the side of the ship and fell in a heap.

Striker leaned in, tracing his finger down Bombshell's chest, cupping her tit in his hand as he went. "Looks like you and my men had some fun. You and I are gonna get closer, I promise you that. She can watch before I kill her," he said of Superia. "Now...who's the other one that came with you two? Where the hell is she?"

"She's the fucking Queen of England, asshole," Bombshell laughed.

Striker narrowed his eyes and squeezed harder.

Bombshell threw another punch, this one at his solar plexus. The blow staggered him, a fact that surprised them both. Bombshell used the momentary distraction to curl her thick legs up to her chest, lash them out, and kick Striker in his knees. He went down from the blow and Bombshell rolled back and jumped to her feet in a display of agility that belied her size.

She got up, rubbing her neck and looked over at Superia. She then turned back to Striker, who was getting up more slowly than he should have.

"Your 10 minutes are up..." Bombshell said to him.

Striker was on one aching knee. His body still hurt from where she hit him and when he tried to stand, a lance of pain shot through his leg. Before he could say anything, Bombshell approached him and slammed her forehead into his, knocking him out cold.

She then turned around and walked over to Superia, who was groaning and pushing herself up. She looked up when she felt Bombshell looming over her.

"What was that about seeing me in hell?"

"I'm not kissing your ass. That was a dirty trick," Superia told her.

"You could've done the same if you bothered to remember what Delphi said," Bombshell told her.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's find Fox and get the fuck out of here," Superia said, slowly picking herself up.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Fox yelled suddenly, running up the deck. She slid to a stop right in front of them and hunched over with her hands on her legs to catch her breath. "Boy, this ship is a maze!"

"That the X?" Superia asked, pointing to the bag.

"Uh huh," Fox nodded between breaths.

"Then you planted the bomb...?" Bombshell added.

"Uh huh," Fox said again.

"...Fox...how long do we have?"

Fox thought about it and then counted on her fingers. "48 seconds."

"God DAMMIT!" Superia yelled and turned to jump overboard.

"Wait!" Fox grabbed her arm. "I need him!" She said, pointing to the unconscious Striker.

Superia let out an exasperated groan and picked him up, slinging him over her shoulder with little effort. She then jumped over the edge of the ship and toward the dock. Bombshell followed behind, scooping Fox up in her arms before she leapt.

The heroines landed on the dock moments before a loud, hollow thud sounded through the ship's lower level, causing the whole thing to tremble. They all turned to face the vessel, and then each other as it continued swaying on the calm waters.

"...Why didn't it explode?" Superia asked.

"What?" Fox said. "That bomb was nowhere near big enough to destroy the whole ship. It ripped a hole in the side. This thing's gonna sink soon. I have to radio the coast guard and tell them to come fish these losers out of the harbor."

"Huh..." Bombshell nodded. "All right then. We're finished here."

"Mmm...this is nice," Fox said, still in Bombshell's arms. She nuzzled against the heroine's naked chest and fondled her biceps. "Why are you all so big and sculpted? It's not fair..."  

Bombshell dropped her on her ass.

"Hey, why are you wearing fatigues?" Superia asked her.

Fox stood up and dusted herself off before showing off the stolen clothes. "It's called fashion, Superia. Look it up," she teased, sticking out her tongue.

"Striker said you killed some of his men?" Bombshell asked her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Fox answered curtly. "Let's go find Delphi and get out of here. I'm starving," she said, pushing past the heroines. "Chop, chop! I have a report to make."

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