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Compañeras (Teen Squad Adventures no. 6)

by Sigma

I

“Don’t be nervous. She doesn’t bite.”

Shield looked away from the open door of the helicopter and at the petite blonde woman in the pink outfit who sat next to her.

“I know, Ms. Fox...it’s just...from what I read about her…how she used to be all those years ago…” Shield said.

Fox, Director of Field Operations for Sentinel, held her hand up and stopped her. “I promised Lady Midnight this was a mission you two could handle alone. Your partner on this has been running field ops for us ever since we caught her all those years ago. Every one gets her a little time off her sentence. She’ll behave. I promise.”

Shield nodded and looked down. She held her namesake weapon across her bare thighs and looked at a photo she kept tucked inside of it. It was of her, Carla Rogers, as a three year old, with her father,  Trevor Rogers, the first Shield. She tucked the picture into her utility belt and sighed as someone approached the helicopter.

A woman in handcuffs and a metal collar climbed aboard helped along by two armed guards. She was a tall, curvy Latina in her 40s or 50s with voluminous black hair that had a streak of gray in it. She wore a black catsuit with the zipper pulled down to show off her ample brown cleavage. Her face was painted in black, white, and red Day of the Dead makeup and she only glanced at Shield briefly before looking at Fox.

“You’re making me babysit, Zorra?!” she said to Fox in a heavy Mexican accent while pointing at Shield.

“Shield,” Fox said. “I want you to meet Ines Alvarez, who you no doubt know from your notes as Muerte. Muerte, this is Shield, your partner.”

Muerte narrowed her dark eyes at Fox, uttered something in Spanish, and took a seat as the helicopter lifted off. “You’re actively trying to get me killed, Zorra.”

“What’s with the attitude, Ines? You already know the mission, plus you get more time chopped off your sentence. Smile. If not for our little arrangement, you’d be trying to avoid sexy time in the showers before going to some mind-numbing work detail.”

Muerte huffed and looked at Shield. “How old are you, mija?”

“...18…” Shield told her.

Muerte sighed and leaned back. “Zorra, I’m old enough to be this one’s mother. Just let me do this alone.”

“Nope. This’ll be valuable experience for the kid for reasons she’ll explain, and I picked you because you know the area. You two will be friends by the end of this. Trust me.”

Muerte started to respond, but held her tongue as the helicopter sped to its destination.

II

Sometime later, Shield, Fox, and Muerte stood in the middle of a stretch of desert with a small town in the distance and the helicopter behind them.

“Here we are, girls,” Fox said before taking a key from her pocket. She took off Muerte’s handcuffs along with the suppression collar on her neck. “You’ve got your mission. I’ll leave you two to hash out how you approach it. Shield, you know how to reach me when it’s done.”

“Yes ma’am,” Shield said.

Fox nodded and pat them both on the arms. “Smile, girls. You’re gonna have fun. I can tell.” She then got back in the helicopter. “Good luck!” she said before closing the door as the machine took off and flew away.

They both watched her leave and then looked at each other, standing there awkwardly before Muerte sighed. “How’s your Spanish?”

“So-so,” Shield admitted.

“Fine. I’ll do the talking,” Muerte said. “Our objective is 15 miles from here, so we’ll need a ride. Come on,” she said while walking toward the town.

Shield ran to catch up to her and the two of them walked side by side.

“So, did Zorra arrest you, too?” Muerte asked.

“Oh, no...no, she asked me to go on this mission. I’m from Delta City. Like you.”

Muerte turned and looked at the teen. “Yeah? She didn’t mention that. I haven’t set foot in Delta since Sentinel busted up my gang...God, it’s been almost 20 years now. How’s my old neighborhood?”

“You mean Saldana?” Shield asked. “A lot more peaceful than it was back in your day. There are still some problems, of course, like anywhere else in the city. But after you uh...took care of Commandante Calderon…”

“I killed him,” Muerte corrected. “Like the pig he was,” she said proudly.

“…Yeah…” Shield said. “After that, the police got reformed so they aren’t nearly as bad.”

“That’s good,” Muerte said. “Since we’re going to be spending so much time together, I have a lot of questions for you.”

“Only if I can ask you some too,” Shield said. “I mean...I’ve only talked to one of the other person from your time, the Iron Crane. Do you know her?”

“Ha! That stuck up old ninja is still around?” Muerte laughed. “Sure. I know her. But, tell you what, let’s get the lay of the land first and secure a ride. Then we’ll talk, about Delta, about the mission, and whatever else.”

“Okay,” Shield said as they reached the edge of the town.

***

The town was a small, sleepy town with a few people and stray dogs walking its dusty streets. What people they did see stared at the two women and Shield felt a tension in the air that Muerte seemed to ignore. They stopped in front of an old, but well-maintained pickup truck and Muerte looked it over.

“This will do,” she said before they went into the building it was parked outside of. It was a one-story stone building and Shield noticed a glowing sign that said “Cerveza.”

“Wait!” Shield ran up to Muerte. “This is a bar!”

“So what?” Muerte shrugged.

“I can’t be in here! I’m only 18!”

“Drinking age in Mexico is 18. You’ll be fine,” Muerte said before shoving her ahead. “I can’t believe Zorra stuck me with a damn girl scout.” She walked inside, finding the bar practically empty except for the bartender, a heavyset man with a thick mustache cleaning a class behind the bar. There was a lone man passed out at the far end of the bar, and Muerte and Shield were the only other two inside the building.

“Hola,” Muerte said to the bartender as she sat at the bar.

He simply nodded and stared at the two women.

“Sit,” Muerte told Shield, who did so hesitantly. The busty teen settled into her seat and Muerte ordered something from the bartender in Spanish.

Shield looked up and at her. “Did you just order two shots?”

Muerte grinned at her as the bartender shoved two beers and two empty shot glasses in front of them. He then filled the glasses with tequila before putting the bottle back.

Shield looked at the liquor and then at Muerte. “Those shots are both for you, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, roja,” Muerte said before shoving the glass to her along with one of the beer bottles.  

Shield looked down. “I don’t think we should be drinking on the job…” 

“Ooooh, my god! Stop being such a pussy,” Muerte groaned. “Drink that tequila or I’m leaving you here and continuing the mission alone.”

Shield sighed and took the glass. She swallowed a lump in her throat and lifted it. She and Muerte then toasted and drank. Muerte swallowed hers with no problem while Shield broke into a coughing fit, got up from her seat with watery eyes, and took several deep breaths in between coughing fits. Muerte cackled and started her beer, all while watching the bartender, who went to the other end of the bar. She grabbed their beers and got up. “Roja, let’s get a table,” she said. She then walked to one of the tables across from the bar and Shield followed her, still coughing.

Once they were seated and Shield stopped coughing, she looked at Muerte, who eyed her with a big grin.

“It’s not funny,” Shield said, wiping her eyes.

“It’s a little funny,” Muerte said. “But I’m proud of you.” She looked over at the bar and and bartender looked at her. She then turned to Shield. “All right, let’s get to it. What did Fox tell you about why we’re here?”

Shield went into her utility belt and took out several pieces of paper. She unfolded them and revealed them to be photographs that she put on the table. In all of them was a woman, tall, shapely, with pupil-less white eyes and pale blue skin. She wore a leather outfit that barely covered her body.

“We’re supposed to capture this woman,” Shield said. “Ms. Fox’s intelligence says she operates in a nearby compound.”

Muerte nodded and drank her beer. “You know who she is, right?”

“Her name is Mistress Malice...she…” Shield said. “She was an enemy of my father...the first Shield.”

“Your father was the OG Shield?” Muerte asked in surprise, leaning back. “That damn zorra never told me that, either.” 

“Did you know him?”

Muerte shook her head. “Only by reputation. I know the stories well enough.”

Shield hesitated and then took out another photo, the one of her and her father from when she was a kid. She showed Muerte.

“This is him out of costume?” Muerte asked. “He’s cute. His old costume made his ass look great, if I remember right.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Shield said, snatching her picture back to Muerte’s laughter.

“Is that why Zorra drafted you? Because Malice was daddy’s enemy?” Muerte asked.

“She said she thought it’d be a good experience and Malice was a loose end for Sentinel. She got the all clear from Lady Midnight, so here I am. Why did she pick you?”

Muerte chuckled and shook her head. “Because Malice and I were cellmates at the Detention Center Sentinel keeps off the east coast.”

“What? Really?” 

Muerte nodded. “She’s a bitch...but we got along well enough, I guess. Then she engineered an escape, made me think I was going with her. She left me alone to fight the guards, who kicked my ass because I didn’t have my powers, and she made her escape.”

“So this is about revenge.”

“Yeah,” Muerte shrugged. “Plus...I know the area. I grew up not far from here. Malice probably picked the area because I told her how isolated and out of the way it was.”

“Right...that works for her powers,” Shield said, looking through notes she had scrawled on the back of the photos.

“Sure does…” Muerte said, looking at the bartender, who was on the phone and glancing in their direction. She sipped her beer and watched him.

“So...how many cultists do you think she’s indoctrinated at this point?” Shield asked.

“Can’t be many,” Muerte said. “Not a lot of people out here, and most people tend not to leave, so it wouldn’t have spread.”

“But you know where her likely compound is?” Shield asked.

“Mhmm...old, abandoned convent about 15 miles out.”

“Well, we should go check it out, right?” Shield asked.

“We will,” Muerte told her. “Bartender’s gonna give us his truck. The one outside.”

“He is?” Shield asked. “Okay.” She didn’t ask further because she figured Muerte worked out some kind of deal during her coughing fit.

“We have time, though,” Muerte told her. “So…ask me what you wanted to earlier.”

“Oh, sure,” Shield said. “So...I always wondered, you were pretty active in Delta all those years ago. Do you have any insight into what happened to a lot of the others from those days. Ms. Fox won’t talk about it.”

Muerte shook her head. “You mean Iron Crane’s people, right? Nah, I actually only interacted with them a handful of times, and not all of them, so I don’t know.”

“What about umm...gah, what was her name? She was in Saldana with you.”

“Diabla?”

“Yeah!”

Muerte chuckled and shook her head. “No idea there, either. Last I heard, the bitch was dead, but I always assumed that was bullshit. She’s too annoying to die easily. I last saw her when Zorra and her Sentinel thugs brought the hammer down on my gang and arrested all of us. She’s been keeping me on a short leash since, so I don’t hear too much about Delta.”

“Oh…” Shield said. “And then you went to prison and that’s where you met Mistress Malice?”

Muerte nodded. She looked at the bartender, who glanced over at the front door. Muerte finished her beer and glanced over her shoulder as people begin filing in. They were men and women all dressed in similar drab clothes with dead looks in their eyes.

“Oh…” Shield said. “Is there a factory or something near here? Did work just let out?”

“Nah,” Muerte said. “It actually means you and I are officially on the clock.” She then grabbed Shield’s beer bottle. “You didn’t touch your beer!”

Shield ignored the comment about the beer and watched the small mob coming toward them. “Umm...Muerte…”

“I know...Malice’s cultists. We’re on their turf.”

“We are? We have to get out of here!”

“Relax,” Muerte told her. “I figured it out the minute we rolled into town. Just stick with me.”

Before long, the group was crowding their table and Muerte looked at them and raised the beer bottle in a cheers. She then looked at Shield. “Ready for a workout, roja?”

Shield tensed in her seat when Muerte grinned at her. She then jumped when Muerte lashed out and smashed the beer bottle across one man’s face before jumping up and fighting them. Shield jumped up, grabbing her weapon and looking for a place to jump in.

The mob stormed Muerte, and using her enhanced abilities and combat experience, she beat them all back by punching, kicking, and throwing anyone who came at her. One man charged and Muerte grabbed her chair and smashed the man with it.

A maniacal grin crossed the curvy Latina’s face as she tossed some her dark hair back and turned to Shield. “We’re taking the bartender’s truck. Go get his keys.” Another man yelled and charged, Muerte sent him flying with a single punch, and then she advanced on the rest of them.

Shield turned and ran toward the bar, hearing the sounds of fighting behind her. “Ah!” she screamed when she saw the bartender raised a shotgun. She held up her shield just before it went off and the buckshot bounced off of it.

“Jerk!” the busty young redhead shouted in anger before vaulting over the bar. She kicked the man in his chest, sending him back into the wall. Before he could get up, Shield rammed into him, pushing him back into the wall. He pushed back against her, grabbing her shield and trying to take it from her.

Shield gritted her teeth and tried to pull away. She screamed when the bartender smashed a bottle over her head and then pushed her back. Before she could recover, he pinned her back against the bar, wrapping a big hand around her neck. He managed to wrench the shield away from her and toss it aside. He grabbed her tit with a huge, meaty hand and squeezed. Shield screamed, her head still groggy from the bottle, but she swung a leg up and managed to nail the bartender between his legs.

He grunted and went down and Shield hit him with a knockout punch before grabbing his keys from his pocket. She then recovered her weapon and looked up, jumping when she saw Muerte leaning against the bar, reaching behind it for a liquor bottle.

“Bien, mija!” she said, raising the tequila bottle she took. “Tia Muerte is proud of you.”

Shield looked past her and saw all of the cultists laid out on the floor of the bar and Muerte didn’t have a scratch on her. Not a single strand of her dark hair was out of place. Shield stared a little too long at the healthy brown globes barely contained by the catsuit Muerte had one, especially after the busty Latina opened the tequila bottle and spilled some on her cleavage as she drank. She then wiped her mouth.

“Thirsty work, eh?” Muerte said. She then snapped her fingers, bringing Shield out of her trance. “Eyes up here.”

“S...sorry!” Shield said.

Muerte grinned. “After this is done, maybe I’ll let you play with them.”

Shield turned red and jumped over the bar, clutching the keys.

“Give me those,” Muerte said, pointing to the keys. “I’m driving.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Shield told her. “I’m driving.”

“You know we Aphrodites have to drink a lot more than this to even get buzzed, right?” Muerte said. “I swear these metabolisms of ours are a blessing and a curse.”

“That’s not how a metab...you know what, never mind,” Shield said. “We should go.”

“Yes ma’am!” Muerte laughed in a deep mocking voice. When Shield huffed and walked away, she jumped and yelped as Muerte smacked the teen on her curvy ass. It jiggled and Muerte squeezed her right cheek. “Oooh, you work out.”

Shield stormed outside and got in the cab of the pickup truck while Muerte got in the passenger seat. The truck started up and the two were on their way.

“Go south. It’s a straight shot,” Muerte said while rolling down her window. “Ugh, it’s so hot…”

“You grew up here…” Shield said.

“I can still complain!” Muerte said. “We’re not on the water like back in Delta, no breeze.”

“You like the beach?”

“I was a hell of a volleyball player,” Muerte told her. “Didn’t like the sand getting everywhere, though…”

Shield just grunted in acknowledgment, but kept her eyes on the road when Muerte took her hand.

“And I do mean everywhere…”

Shield did a double take when she realized her hand was on Muerte’s crotch. Muerte was leaned back in her seat, legs spread, with her hand on top of Shield’s, rubbing the outside of her outfit. Muerte moaned softly and Shield yelped and pulled back.

“W...why are you wet?!”

Muerte looked at her and grinned while biting her lip. She continued rubbing herself and unzipped her suit to expose a tit, which she began playing with using her other hand. “You aren’t? Not even a little?”

“No!”

“How long have you been at this?”

“Umm…” Shield thought. “I turn 19 in three months, so...about five months.”

“Are you a virgin, roja? I mean...you know...outside the superheroing stuff.”

Shield looked at her and then turned back to the road. “I...no…” 

“Good,” Muerte moaned, continuing to pleasure herself. She rubbed two fingers on her crotch and pinching her nipple. She wiggled in her seat, her tit bouncing as the truck rolled over uneven ground. “A girl like you, you should get laid as much as possible. With boys and girls.”

Shield turned red. She looked at Muerte and fixated on the light sheen of sweat on her brown body. She licked her lips at the sight of Muerte’s tit.  She imagined the warmth, the softness of it in her own mouth and felt her own pussy beginning to grow damp before she forced the thought from her head. “Shouldn’t I fall in love first?”

“Ha!” Muerte bellowed. “Funny and smart…” When Shield glanced at her, Muerte straightened up in her seat. “No...don’t fall in love. It only leads to pain…”

Shield looked at her and then realization dawned on her face. “Oh, crap! Your fiance! I’m so sorry!”

Muerte shook her head. “It’s all right…” she then chuckled. “Huh...you know what, you just made me think of something.”

“What’s that?”

“Fernando, my fiance, was American. He was from Delta actually, and you kind of remind me of him.”

“I do? How?”

“He was a nerd, always asking questions,” Muerte chuckled. “I bet you’ve always got your nose in a book too, don’t you?”

Shield huffed and then jumped when Muerte grabbed her chest.

“He didn’t have nice tits, though. Anyway, we took a vacation down here one year and I showed him around. I showed him the convent where we’re going and he wanted to fuck right then and there in the building.”

“I…” Shield stammered. “That seems...wrong…”

Muerte laughed and hit her in the shoulder. “That’s what I said! I told him if we did that, God was gonna strike us both down. He said if we did it and we did die, at least we died doing what we loved. He said if we didn’t die, that just proved God wanted us to be together. So we fucked...in the church, in the library, in the refectory…”

“Wow…”

“Mhmm…” Muerte said. “Nando...that man could go for days…” she said fondly.

Shield looked over when she heard Muerte sniff and caught her wiping her eyes and trying to hide it behind a smile.

“What are you going to do once we capture Malice?” Shield asked.

Muerte looked at her and sighed. “Zorra’s gonna shove me back in my box. Hopefully I get another year or so shaved off.”

“How long is your sentence?”

“Those putas gave me 50 years!” Muerte exclaimed. “I’m down to, like, 17 between the time I’ve done and missions I’ve pulled off.”

“You were a human trafficker, among other things…”

“Shut up!” Muerte said, folding her arms. “Anyway...the box isn’t so bad. I don’t have a cellmate this time. I have a TV and I typically don’t have to worry about what I’m doing with my day. If I get bored I just go to my bunk and play with my toys…” she chuckled.

“Oh? You mean you collect action figures or something?” Shield asked. “My friend Yumi does that. She’s got some from these old Japanese superhero TV shows she watched as a kid.”

Muerte sat up straight and looked at the girl, nearly choking when she realized it was a serious question. She then chuckled and touched the side of Shield’s face. “You’re adorable, roja...Almost a shame this is the life you picked.”

Shield started to ask what she meant when she noticed something the their rear view mirror. “Oh crap!”

Muerte turned around just in time to see the swarm of trucks behind them, and had just enough time to brace as one slammed into them. Both women screamed as another truck caught up to them and slammed into the back, causing them to spin out. A third car rammed them hard, causing the truck to roll.

“Muerte!” Shield cried out as the truck rolled over and over. Metal crunched and glass shattered,and when it stopped, Shield hit her head against the steering wheel and everything went black.

“Get your fucking hands off me, putas!”

Shield woke up to the sounds of Muerte shouting. Through her blurry vision, upside down in the truck, she could see several of the cultists pinning Muerte to the ground, holding her by her arms and legs. One put a collar around her neck while the others hogtied her legs and arms behind her. Muerte then screamed as they dragged her to a waiting van.

Shield groaned and tried to get out to help her, but she felt hands grab her by her arms and hair and screamed as she was pulled out of the car. Before long, the cultists had her tied up and thrown in the van next to Muerte. They slammed the door shut and drove away with their two busty, bound captives in tow.

***

Neither Shield nor Muerte knew how long they’d been there. The two of them were in a dark room that had once been a church. Both women were suspended from the low ceiling, with arms, ankles, and thighs wrapped in tight ropes. The afternoon sun shone in through holes in the ceiling and several of the cultists stood around the room, watching them. All of them, both men and women, had their hands in their pants, stroking their cocks or fingering themselves as they watched the two.

“Ugh,” Muerte groaned.

Shield tried to look away, but found herself watching with a mix of arousal and disgust. Her own nipples were hard against her costume fabric and she writhed in her ropes, her lean muscles straining as she was giving into an inexplicable urge to touch herself. She grunted in her bonds and took a deep breath, her tits heaving as she tried to think of anything else.

“Fight it, roja,” Muerte said without looking over. When she and Shield locked eyes, Muerte continued. “Malice emits some kind of pheromone, passes it on to her followers. That’s why you’re feeling the way you do.”

“Wh…” Shield breathed. “Why aren’t you feeling it?”

“Resistance. We shared a cell for years. I was climbing the walls the first few months, but I was fine after that. You can do it. Save you strength for when we need to make our escape.”

Shield took another deep breath and tried to think about what she said. She focused put her thoughts elsewhere, trying to ignore her. She closed her eyes and thought of other things. “Home…” she muttered to herself. “Mom...school...friends...Lydia...Summer...Jess...Yumi...Anita...Anita’s thighs…” She licked her lips. “Anita’s thighs wrapped around my face…” she exhaled, sweat beading on her forehead. “Oh boy…”

“Oooh, I’ve lost her…” Muerte groaned.

Just then, the door to the church opened and tall, shapely shadow stood against the sunlight before walking in. She was a tall woman, just over 6 feet, with ample tits, wide hips, and a slim waist. Her skin was sky blue and her long hair jet black. She wore a black, strapless dress that bare clung to her figure and a smirked crossed her full lips as she strode toward her captives.

Mistress Malice looked at them while her cultists continued pleasuring themselves, and she approached Muerte first.

“My, my, my...is that you, Ines?  Now how did you get caught in my web, hmm?” She grabbed Muerte’s chin and ran her slim fingers through her hair. “The Fox has you doing her hunting, I’m guessing.”

Muerte didn’t say anything to her, just looked her in her pupil-less white eyes. She felt Malice’s hand slip past her ear and tweak something on the collar of her neck. Muerte then looked up as Malice stepped back. “What the hell did you just do, Malice?”

Malice said nothing, she simply leaned in and kissed Muerte, long and deep. The two women tasted each other before Malice bit Muerte’s lip and pulled back.

“Shit…” Muerte said to herself, realizing what Malice just did to her.

Malice then turned to Shield. “And who is this delicious little thing?” She walked over to the bound teen and lifted her head up. She kissed Shield the same way she did Muerte, taking her time to savor the teen’s sweet taste. Malice moaned slightly, cupping a tit and playing with the soft flesh before breaking the kiss.

“Tell me your secrets,” she whispered in Shield’s ear.

Shield looked up at her. “M...you fought my father, years ago. Shield.”

Malice’s face lit up. “You’re Shield’s child?!” She grabbed both sides of the teen heroine’s face. “Ooooh, I haven’t had a man like that since the last time I saw him all those decades ago. I was heartbroken to hear that he had died, truly.”

“Bullshit!” Muerte said. “You don’t have a fucking heart.”

Malice looked at Muerte and chuckled. “I’ll take that fire out of you yet, Ines. Just wait. I want to play with this one, first,” she said of Shield. She then turned to the teen. “You know...I once kept your father as my prisoner, much like this here. He was in my grasp for...I believe it was nearly three weeks. Three weeks I had that perfect body at my disposal to do what I wanted. Three weeks I tried to break him and could not succeed. Will his daughter be as strong, I wonder?” 

“Leave her alone, Malice,” Muerte growled.

“I can’t do that, Ines, dear,” Malice said. “You went through all this trouble, so I’m going to make you both mine. The Fox will simply have to find herself two new hunting dogs, won’t she?” She kissed Shield again before turning back to Muerte. “Now...I don’t have to tell you how this works. Because I’ve tasted of both of you, you and all of my followers will feel the effects I visit upon young Ms. Shield. Try to resist me if you can, Ines.”

Muerte grunted and tried to break free.

“As for what I did to your collar?” Malice said. “Well, you’ll see soon enough…”

The grin on her face made Muerte shrink, and she grunted as Malice kissed Shield again, sliding a hand under her costume to play with the soft flesh of her tits. Muerte could feel it, could feel a slim, deft hand playing with her body as Malice fondled and had her way with Shield. She could feel the warmth, the arousal in her own body as Malice took it slow and began exploring every inch of her teen captive.

Shield bucked in her bonds as Malice caressed her, toyed with her vulnerable skin. She slid a hand down Shield’s flat tummy, down the front of her costume, and used two thin fingers to toy with the lips of her pussy. When she did, Shield and Muerte both gasped at the same time.

Muerte bit her lip, feeling Malice’s touch when Shield did. Her own pussy throbbed and she glared at Malice. “God damn you, Malice!” she breathed.

Malice ran her other hand through Shield’s hair and laughed at Muerte. “The best has yet to come, dear Ines.” She then began finger fucking the captive teen, going in a slow, steady motion that had her pussy deep and pressing the ceiling with gentle pressure. Shield cried out, Muerte tried to bite back to sensation and not give Malice the pleasure.

All around them, Malice’s cultists continued pleasuring themselves, grunting in silence with their eyes locked on what was happening in front of them.

Malice pushed her fingers into Shield up to the knuckle. As she did, she pulled the teen’s hair to force her head up, and began kissing her neck. She nipped at the skin lightly, leaving marks without breaking the skin. Shield gasped at Malice’s actions, every little sensation amplified by the pheromones the woman was emitting. Her heart raced in her ample chest, her pussy grew wet around Malice’s fingers, she tried to spread her legs to welcome Mistress Malice in even more as she gripped the ropes over her head tight. She uttered something and Malice lifted her head.

“What was that, dear?”

“….More….” Shield whispered.

“Of course,” Malice smiled. She gave a powerful thrust of her hand and Shield cried out. Muerte did too, despite herself. When Malice kissed Shield, Muerte could taste her. She could feel the warmth of Malice’s lips on her, and it brought back familiar sensations in a flood of memories. Long nights of just the two of them in that tiny prison cell, lean, supple bodies intertwined. Muerte remembered the feeling of losing her sense of self in Malice’s embrace. It reminded her too much of being with Fernando all those years ago. She recalled the feeling of surrendering her body, letting both her late fiance and her cellmate do what they want as every atom of her Aphrodite physiology lit up with ecstasy. That was all flooding back now, thanks to Malice toying with Shield’s body.

Muerte felt herself quivering, felt the sensation of her body being penetrated even though no one was physically touching her. She could barely contain herself as Malice brought Shield to the brink, teasing her without letting her go to the edge. They continued to kiss, and Malice continued to exert her control  over both of her captives. Her fingers pushed deep into Shield and her thumb toyed with the teen’s sensitive clit, causing her to cry out into the kiss Malice had her locked in.

“Ah...ah, god!” Muerte let out. Her cries filled the church as she felt herself unable to take it much longer.

From where she stood, Malice looked over at Muerte and smirked. She then picked up her pace in fingering Shield, licking her lips as Shield breathed heavy in her grasp. Shield’s thighs shook, and she let out a load moan as she clenched Malice’s fingers and then soaked them.

Muerte was brought to climax moments later, and as her own pussy soaked the inside of her soak, she heard the collar on her neck beep. There was a slight twinge just before a crack, and Muerte screamed as the collar administered a painful shock that wracked her whole body.

“Ahhh!!” she shrieked. It went on for several seconds before stopping and Malice threw her head back in laughter. She fingered Shield again, bringing the vulnerable teen to another orgasm in short order, and Muerte was subjected to another shock, this one stronger and longer lasting than the first.

This went on for several more minutes, with Malice working Shield to the climax and Muerte suffering because of it.

“M...Malice…” Muerte said, her body shuddering and breathing ragged. “Stop...please…”

Malice let go of Shield and the teen slumped over in her bonds. She walked over to Muerte and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up. She then shoved her still dripping fingers in Muerte’s mouth, forcing her to suck on Shield’s juices. “You miss your mistress, don’t you, Ines?”

Muerte whimpered and said nothing.

Malice chuckled and let her go. “Well worry not, dear. All three of us are together now.” She turned around. “Cut them down, clean them up, and bring them to my chambers, she ordered her cultists.”

They swarmed the two heroines with sticky, cum covered fingers and followed Malice’s orders as she left the room.

***

Later, Malice leaned back in a wooden chair in one of the convent’s bedrooms. She sipped from a glass of wine with one hand and held the photo of Shield in her father in the other. She had her muscular legs spread, with Muerte’s face deep in her snatch, making a meal of it. Malice groaned in pleasure and then looked up at Shield, who stood naked with her gaze fixed on the floor.

“You,” Malice snapped to get her attention. She then waved the girl over. “You aren’t the only teen heroine, right?”

“No, mistress…”

“Tell me about the others.”

Shield nodded and, as Muerte continued eating Malice out, she told Malice about her friends. She told them about how they’re all fairly inexperienced, with Flag Girl and Specter Girl being the most experienced, having been heroines for about 10 months. When pressed, she told Malice about Delta’s various heroines, their strengths and weaknesses, and what she knew about how they could be taken.

“Interesting…” she then tapped Muerte on the head, making her stop. Muerte stayed on her knees but moved to Malice’s side. Her jaw was slick with the woman’s ejaculate and Malice finished her wine before setting her glass down. “I am due for a visit to Delta City, it seems. But first...I am going to capture and tame a very naughty Fox and you two are going to help.”

Both women continued staring at the floor until Malice raised the photo of Carla and her father.

“I’m thinking big,” Malice said. “This, what I have here, is nice...but it’s so...desolate...Ines, quite frankly I see why you got out of this shithole.”

There was a subtle movement in Muerte’s body when she said that.

“When I get to Delta City, perhaps I’ll tame all of the heroines. It can be done.” She then looked at the picture again before glancing at Shield. “I had your daddy on his knees, eating every inch of me.”

Shield looked at the picture and then at her, clenching her fist.

“A man like him, whatever the government did, they did it right…” Malice laughed. “When I break the Fox, maybe I’ll have her tell you all about exactly what it is the government did to dear-old dad. I’m almost positive Sentinel was involved.”

Shield looked at her with her jaw dropped.

“It’s a shame your man is worm food, Ines,” Malice then said to Muerte.

Muerte shot her a quick glance but then looked back down. 

“I would have liked them both in a male harem…” Malice then sighed. “Men, only useful for the pricks and mouths, and then they die. Right, ladies?” she said with a laugh.

<”You don’t talk about my Nando, whore,”> Muerte said in Spanish.

“What was that, Ines?” Malice asked.

“Nothing…” she said, wiping her jaw. 

Malice smirked and then looked at Shield. “Is you mother still alive, girl?”

“Yes…” Shield said.

“I’ll have to visit her. See what kind of pig the great Shield thought was woman enough for him.”

Shield balled her hand into a fist.

Malice rose to her full height and looked at the two. “Yes...I will cut these weaknesses from your lives, so that all you know is my touch.” She grabbed Shield by her hair and forced her in for a kiss. Shield was caught by surprise and taken by the taller, more powerful woman. Their naked tits touched, and Malice pulled back and drew her tongue up Shield’s neck.

Behind her, Muerte watched, her hatred slowly overcoming the sensation she was feeling. She glanced to her side at the wine bottle on the table and watched Malice and Shield while she slowly moved toward it. She watched Malice put a hand on Shield’s hip as they continued. The teen heroine had to stand on the tips of her bare feet to meet Malice’s 6-foot height, but they continued kissing. Muerte could feel a twinge in her own pussy as she grabbed the bottle, but credited the sensation to the pain she was about to visit on the bitch.

A grin crossed her face as she wrapped her hands around the neck of the bottle and swung at the back to Malice’s head.

But then a hand lashed out and wrapped around Muerte’s neck, lifting her up.

“Naughty, naughty, Ines…” Malice pouted and turned to face her. “I guess I’m going to have to beat the rebellious streak out of you.”

Muerte chocked and kicked in her grip as Malice took the bottle from her and set it on the floor.

“Or maybe I’ll just strangle you here and now. At least you’ll die in the same piss-stained stretch of desert where you were born. You can join Fernando in hell.” Malice grinned and slammed Muerte hard into the wall, squeezing her neck with a slow cruelty that made Muerte gag as she clawed and kicked. Without her powers, she had no chance of escape.

Shield watched and stood frozen, still somewhat in a pleasure-induced haze even as Muerte gagged and tried calling out for her. Shield stumbled forward, her bare foot nearly slipping on something smooth. She then knelt down and touched the picture of her and her father before looking up at Malice and Muerte.

Muerte began turning blue, her eyes started to roll back as Malice slowly squeezed the life from her.

Malice grinned and applied just a bit more pressure. “I’ll tell you what, Ines. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll have my people bury you instead of leaving you for the coyotes and vultures. To be honest, I should have done this in prison. You were only a warm a pussy and mouth and nothing else.” She stuck her fingers in Muerte’s mouth while still squeezing with her other hand.  Her smile widened as she felt Muerte’s life slipping away. She was determined to prolong her suffering for as long as possible, but grunted when she felt something hit her in the back of the head.

Malice stumbled and looked back to see Shield holding the wine bottle.

“Crap…” the curvy teen whispered as Malice dropped Muerte and advanced on her.

“Oh, so you found your nerve? Okay, I guess I have to break you again.”

Malice reached out to grab Shield and crumpled when Muerte smashed the chair across the back of her head. She lay on the ground, face first, and rolled over only to be mounted by the naked Muerte. The power of the blow stunned Malice and Muerte rained punch after punch on her face, screaming expletives in Spanish until Malice stopped moving.

Muerte sat there, straddling Malice’s waist. She wiped her mouth and looked up at Shield. “You didn’t even break the bottle.”

“I…” Shield started. “...Lady Midnight said I need to work on my strength training…”

“Give me that,” Muerte said, taking the wine bottle. She cracked it open and chugged a good amount before offering the bottle to Shield, who turned it down. Muerte chugged more wine before pouring what was left on the unconscious Malice. “You keep Nando’s name out your fucking mouth, cunt!” she screamed. She then tossed the bottle aside and looked around the room. “Right, let’s tie this asshole up, find the keys to these collars, and call Zorra.” She let out a sigh. “Fuck, I’m hungry…”

“Are there any good restaurants around here?” Shield asked.

“We’re in the middle of the fucking desert, roja,” Muerte said.

III

It was some hours later when several transport vehicles swarmed the outside of the convent. Sentinel soldiers loaded Malice’s cultists into the back of the vehicles. Malice herself was bound tight in a straitjacket with a muzzle over her mouth and a collar around her neck as she was taken to a transport all her own. She shot heated looks at Shield, Muerte, who stood in front of the helicopter. 

“Well that was fun,” Muerte said.

“You have a strange definition of the word…” Shield to her.

Muerte chuckled and rubbed the girl on her shoulder. “Hey, I wanna tell you something…”

“What is it?” Shield asked.

“I just want to thank you.”

“For…?”

Muerte motioned to the scene in front of them. “Zorra sends me on these missions, usually alone because I prefer it that way. Most of the other supers look at me like I’m some annoyance, and I hear what they say when they think I’m not listening. Zorra just treats me like a tool….but you, Roja...you’re the first person in a while to treat me like a person…”

“Oh…” Shield said, looking at the ground. “Well...I don’t remember much about my dad because he died when I was little, but I know one thing he always felt was that people deserved dignity, especially people who did wrong but turned their lives around.”

Muerte smiled and looked at Shield. “He seemed like a good person.”

“He was,” Shield smiled.

“I’d have fucked his brains out, too. Had him swearing off white girls and everything.” She grinned and looked at Shield and pinched her cheek. “Ah, yes, you could’ve been my daughter. You’d look cute with brown skin and dark hair.”

“And the moment’s ruined…” Shield sighed and Muerte cackled.

“Well done, girls. Gold stars for everyone,” Fox said as she walked up to them.

“I want at least another year off, Zorra,” Muerte said.

“And I will petition for it,” Fox answered. “You girls have done a great service to the world here. Once we deprogram the cultists and hand them over to the government, all will be right with the world.”

“Tch,” Muerte scoffed. “Whatever. I just want my time chopped down. And I promised Roja we’d get authentic Mexican food, so we’re stopping in Mexico City before we head back across the border,” Muerte said before getting in the helicopter.

Fox shrugged. “That’s the least I can do…” She then turned to Shield. “I can tell something’s on your mind. What’s up?”

Shield looked back at Muerte, who had settled into a seat and seemed to be trying to sleep before motioning for Fox to walk with her. They began walking away from the helicopter and Shield looked at her feet.

“My dad, did he work for Sentinel?” Shield asked.

Fox paused and then nodded. “He did. There aren’t many costumed superhumans on our side of the law, past or present, who haven’t in one way or another.”

“Yeah but…” Shield started. “...Malice implied that you guys created him.”

Fox looked as Malice was being loaded into a transport and then turned to Shield. “That isn’t information I can disclose, Carla.”

Shield looked Fox in her eyes. “But...those experiments are what killed him!” 

Fox put her hands in her coat pockets. “Carla, look...the best I can do is tell you this: That project was before my time and ever since I’ve been running Sentinel’s field operations I’ve been fighting to make sure we aren’t the same organization we were back then. You wouldn’t believe the shady stuff my predecessor got up to. Your father is hardly the only person who got caught in the wheels of the machine.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me…”

“Well, that’s too bad, because it’s all you’re getting,” Fox said. “The world’s not as black and white as you think, and sometimes...this business...it kills or otherwise ruins people you love in the name of protecting the greater good. Trust me on that. We walk a higher path, Carla. That requires pain and sacrifice, as you’re starting to learn.”

Shield stared at the ground and kicked a rock.

“I never met your father, but for what it’s worth I know he’d be proud of his little girl,” Fox offered.

Shield nodded but continued staring at the ground.

“Come on,” Fox said, rubbing Shield’s arm. “Let’s go get that dinner. We’ll make Muerte pay,” she said with a smile before walking back to the helicopter.

Shield took out the picture and looked at it for several seconds. She then sighed and put it away before following her back.

The End